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[devilishly_handsome]

WHO: Anton, open
WHERE: The City
WHEN: Throughout the event
WHAT: Anton being a rebel with a very distinct appearance
WARNINGS: Will be added if needed


Rebel Bar
Anton spent a lot of time at places like these. It's useful, getting his name and face out there as someone willing to do whatever's needed to help the rebel cause...for a price, of course, albeit often not a terribly steep one.

The problem with his appearance is that there's really no hiding when you have a large pair of horns on your head. Since he's not registered and very clearly a meta, it makes it very difficult to get around and do basic things, like buy groceries. He'll take money, of course, but he'll also take food, clothing in his size, anything he just can't take the risk of going out and getting for himself. Which, of course, brings him to the second reason he likes bars like this...he can at least get a drink and relax for a moment without his looks bringing too much unwanted attention.

His skills were varied. He's a good fighter, so he's always willing to serve as a body guard, but due to his tendency to draw attention he's more likely to be hired to join in on a raid or other such targeted attack on the enemy. He also has skills, however. He's learned a bit more about technology in this world, and has learned to use his eye for detail to forge documents and licenses to help others get by, and even has a warehouse with everything he needs to make convincing paperwork for people. As long as he knows what something should look like, he can create a convincing replica of the document.

Back Alley
Of course, he can't live at the bar. He has to travel from one place to another sometimes, and when he does so, he must do so with extreme caution. He never travels when the sun's up, and in the dark he proceeds with extreme caution, slinking from alley to alley, always on high alert. Sometimes he gets to his destination without incident, but not this time. This time he sees someone, and he ducks into the nearest alley. Heart pounding he waits and listens. The foot steps come closer and closer. He tries to make himself wait, not wanting to waste his one spell on nothing, but eventually...he can't take it anymore. He casts darkness, the alley filling with a deep, impenetrable shadow. If anyone looks, they won't see Anton, or anything in what has just become the darkest, most foreboding alley in the City.

Anton's Warehouse
It's just an abandoned warehouse that he's had power routed to, even though all records of the city show that the warehouse had power cut off from it years ago and never restored since. It's easier to operate that way, with no record of anything going on. It's where he works, and it's where he eats and sleeps as well. He's not expecting anyone, so at the moment he's just chowing down on some chicken soup that he's slurping straight out of a can...until he hears someone coming. He freezes, and waits, watching to see whether it's friend or foe.

Comments

Back Alley

[batburgers]

When you're born and raised in Gotham, you know all about dark alleys. And this one, yeah, it's definitely a dark alley. Jason doesn't see what caused it, but he did see the second some shady looking guy, probably from a bar down the street, took a step into the alley and disappeared into the darkness. So dark Jason's infra-red is telling him to auto-initiate and he's a hundred yards away on another rooftop.

There's a yell, the sound of a trashcan being collided with and Jason decides he's gonna come in to see what all of this is about. All the lights in the alley are out but his helmet should still be able to pick out people--unless those people have the skills to avoid being seen.

Back Alley

[devilishly_handsome]

The man who had stumbled into the darkness, after having collided with a trash can, stumbles back a bit and, turning on his phone, quickly realizes nothing he has is going to penetrate the darkness. Realizing that something is very wrong here, he backs up, scrambling out of the darkness, and hurries on his way, leaving Anton alone in the alley. For the moment, anyway.

He's used to his darkness doing the trick, and while he's more familiar with technology than he was in the past, it still generally is enough for most casual intruders. He decides to sit in the darkness a bit longer, holding his glaive, ready to strike if he needs to, but not making a move unless he has to. He's hoping anyone else who comes to investigate will dismiss this as nothing more than a particularly dark corner of the City.

[batburgers]

Watching the guy scramble back into the pale light of the street lamps and running away lets Jason know that something is differently going on with that alley. Whether it's someone or something is the question. He adjusts his sensors, and they lock onto the figure still inside the darkness.

He makes an easy leap over to the building to one side of the alley and leans over the edge. The guy isn't moving, it looks like. Waiting for someone to show up? Or making sure someone doesn't? Who knows. All that matters is there's a potential rogue meta out there causing trouble.

He drops down to ground level, light and quiet before turning on his own cloaking device, camouflaging himself as he moves into the alley. He avoids most of the trash on the ground and the dumpster as he looks for the guy waiting in the shadows.

"Encroaching darkness. A bit cliche but on theme."

[devilishly_handsome]

"I mean, I didn't choose it, but..."

This guy did have a point, even if it was an ability that came naturally to his kind. He can't see the stranger who's joined him, but he can hear him, so he listens as carefully as he can to get an idea of where this guy is.

"So what do you want, then? I don't suppose you just dropped by to say 'hi'."

[batburgers]

"Shouldn't question be what you want? Because I'm not the one raising alley creep levels by a factor of 10."

Jason moves quietly around the man, especially eyeing that weapon. He doesn't know what kind of power it has or if it's just a big ass fancy letter opener.

"Decided to scare a few of the locals for kicks?"

[devilishly_handsome]

Anton looks in the direction he last heard Jason's voice, trying to keep track of where the man likely was. He might have to attack, after all, but if he can talk his way out of that, he'd honestly prefer it.

"That wasn't my intention. Believe me, my face is far scarier than a few shadows."

Especially in a world that's clearly not comfortable with metas.

[batburgers]

Jason's voice echoes with the mechanical modulation of his helmet, but the main origin of the voice would still be noticeable as to his left.

"So you're just trying to spare them the horror? If there was someone like that around doing the right thing, you'd think I'd have heard of you by now. What's your name?"

Back Alley

[xth_gambler]

The thing was, Luxord had not been following the man. The fact that they were meeting was pure chance. The man, displaced in worlds once again, had just been coming back from a rather entertaining back room poker game. With his winnings his intention had been to go to his favored bar, one he'd stumbled upon by accident a few days after getting dumped into this world, and there was no intent to this. He'd just opened a dark corridor to this alley because it was a place he kept coming. And he'd started walking down the the thing, counting bills, and just...

Shadows, deep and impenetrable. Worse than a dark corridor. And Luxord? Just put upon a sigh and lowered his hood, as if hoping that he might see better with it lowered.

"It is truly impolite to deprive one of sufficient illumination to travel down the street. Next thing you know someone will inform me that there is no rum to be had at the bar."

Back Alley

[devilishly_handsome]

The shadows don't go away. But they do seem to retreat back a bit, going more completely into the alley to allow Luxord to pass should he so choose.

From the alley came a voice.

"There was rum at the bar I just came from at least, so depending on where you go, you should be fine in that regard."

He probably shouldn't speak, but this man likely knows the shadows weren't natural with a comment like that anyway. Anton still sees some advantage in cloaking his exact location.

[xth_gambler]

Shadows are as natural a thing as they are unnatural, and a man like him is quite a friend of the darkness. In fact, he stands there briefly, coming to a complete stop to fast his gaze toward the voice.

"Ah, some good news then. It will go fine with my winnings. And you, voice in the darkness? Coming or going from drinks? No reason to be shy. Unless you are one of these 'Metas' that people seem so concerned about. Foolish thing, both sides."

Not that he has any emotional attachment to the whole affair. Beyond, of course, the fact that the government had offered him only violence upon his arrival. That had earned what passed for disdain in him.

[devilishly_handsome]

"I was heading from drinks, but I could always go for another round with the right company."

The question is, however, whether this man is the right company.

"And what if I am one of those metas?" he asks, curious about the man's reaction. Although, he has to admit, he hasn't met too many people who seem to feel both sides were foolish.

[xth_gambler]

"Why should I care?" Luxord asks, rolling his shoulders in a shrug before he resumes his way down the alley. Join him or do not, sir. He is literally incapable of being offended if you don't. "I'm not from this world. Recently not from this world. The squabbles you people get into are none of my concern."

[devilishly_handsome]

"Then by this world's definition..." he takes a risk and drops the shadow, revealing his true form. It's not like the man seemed like he'd be terribly concerned with it anyhow. "You're a meta yourself. You should be wary of the government here. Even if you don't care about their drama one way or the other, they will try to force you to serve them against your will."

He falls into step alongside this man, feeling now like he should at least give him the run down of what the situation was in this place if he's new here.

warehouse

[viciousmaukery]

That sound Anton heard?

It's the sound of someone hitting the roof. A moment later there's a quiet curse, please be here please be fucking here, and then—something breaks. Should Anton go to investigate, he'll find one Mollymauk Tealeaf, bleeding slightly, clearly out of it and still dressed in enforcer black but, for the moment, lucid enough that he knows where and who he is.

"Sorry about dropping in like this," says Molly, voice a little hoarse, "but I sort of need a place to lie low. I. Might've killed a handler on the way here."

[devilishly_handsome]

He decides to check it out, leaving his soup on a nearby table and grabbing his glaive before he heads open to the roof. The second he sees Molly, his glaive clatters to the ground.

"Molly!" He rushes over to the other tiefling, quickly putting an arm around him to try and help him up. "Come on. I have some supplies in the warehouse. I'll get you bandaged up...you have no idea how glad I am to see you."

And how glad he is that it's him, clearly aware of who he is, and seeking help rather than...well, trying to take Anton in. And Anton will do whatever he can to keep him that way.

[viciousmaukery]

"I don't know, I might have some idea," says Molly, clinging tightly and shaking his head, as if trying to clear it of whatever fog's left, "if it's close to how glad I am just to be here." Some things the government here hadn't managed to pull out of him, even after putting his brain through the damn wringer, and the location of Anton's warehouse is one of them.

"Anything to drink around here?"

[devilishly_handsome]

"Yeah, I have a few things."

Once he brings Molly down into the warehouse and gets him settled, Anton starts pulling out various drinks. Vodka, rum, gin, beer, water, soda...a hodge podge of things he'd accumulated or accepted in trade for a service of some kind.

"Any preferences?"

[viciousmaukery]

Maybe before coming here Molly would've made a beeline for the alcohol, because what's better for drowning your sorrows and your burgeoning PTSD, right? After everything that's happened, though, the idea of losing control of himself when he's just gotten it back terrifies the shit out of him.

"Some Coke would be good, thanks," says Molly, reaching for the soda. He is still not one to deny himself any pleasures, apparently. "Gods, I haven't had this in months."

[devilishly_handsome]

Anton hands him a coke as well as taking one for himself. He doesn't want to get too drunk to be there for his friend, and he wants to keep alert in case anyone comes after him.

"I guess even after they have you doing their bidding they don't treat you that great, huh?"

Which doesn't surprise him, the government is terrible. It's just...sad, seeing Molly react like that to something as simple as a coke. It's why he can't hold anything against the people who are forced into it. Sure, he can hate that Gabriel guy because he was clearly bought with riches, but someone who was brainwashed and beaten down until they couldn't fight back anymore? That's different.

Rebel Bar

[heartstings]

Once upon a time, these two could have been considered rivals in the business of getting and doing things for people. A friendly rivalry, of course. It wasn't uncommon for her to go missing for a few months at a time.

But here she is, nearly a year after falling off the radar, walking into the bar and acting as if a day hasn't passed. She catches sight of Anton almost immediately. She doesn't have any plan in mind for him, not yet.

"Long time no see, handsome." She greets him with a grin.

Rebel Bar

[devilishly_handsome]

"Heeey," he greets, grinning at her. "You disappeared so long, I started to worry the government got you. It's more fun with you around, stealing my customers. Keeps me on my toes."

At the back of his mind, he reminds himself that it's entirely possibly that the government did get her, but then, it's not unusual for her to disappear. It's just that this last bout was taking things a bit far.

[heartstings]

"Y'know how it is, kill the wrong politician and suddenly you're on the most wanted list." Her disguise ability often helped her keep a low profile so she's made the effort of carrying a few wigs around with her, just to keep up appearances. And it's not like that story isn't possible considering who she often targeted when she wasn't doing something that someone in the resistance requested for her.

"Anything good happen while I was gone?"

[devilishly_handsome]

That...is a fair assessment of their typical situation, so Anton accepts the explanation. It's not like it's an unusual situation for anyone who ran with the resistance, after all.

"Well, the porter started bringing people in again. Not sure if that qualifies as good or not, but it's definitely interesting."

[heartstings]

Not to mention that was the kind of thing she did from time to time to get some extra cash. Target a rich politician that was in supposed of registration, seduce them, get as much out of them as possible, and then kill them in a way that looked natural. But sometimes things didn't always go to plan.

"I heard about that. I wonder if it means things will change for the better...or worse." She shrugs. It doesn't matter to her though it does mean the possibility of more work.

[devilishly_handsome]

"Who knows. It's pretty shitty for the people getting pulled in, but it could go in any direction. We get more people fighting against the government, but they could end up getting some powerful people on their side, too."

Overall, he's going to have to wait and see how it goes, but he hopes it ends with them in a position where they can figure out how to send everyone home.