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Post by ZiggBot on Apr 23, 2011 1:20:27 GMT -5
investigative⡾reporting Clever, intuitive, and brave is what some people called him. Nosy, assuming, and rude is what most people said. Despite that, he made for some good tv. Jack Ryder was almost certain of that. If he could just get his hands on this story... The radio in his car was turned down to a low level, but was still playing Journey loud enough for him to hear the lyrics and guitar. He had been driving for about an hour minutes now, trying to get across town from the new station after work. Late night traffic jams were what Gotham was known for, but at least he was out of it, now. More importantly, Creeper had stopped complaining about being bored. Jack pulled into the right lane, turning into an empty road which lead to an abandoned warehouse. He turned his radio off. Only the soft hum of his beemer was keeping him company now. Finally, he pulled up, turned his car off, and stepped out into the cold. He had heard some people talking about how they were spooked by sounds when passing by here. It used to be some kind of factory, or maybe a medical facility. Nobody knew. This place had been untouched for such a long time. He closed the door to his car and walked to the trunk. It was dark, he'd best grab a flashlight before heading in. He opened the trunk, pulling out a mag light and then closing it again. Time for some investigating. Once he got to the door, he tuned the mag light on and carefully pushed it open. Unlocked and worn by ill-keeping, the door creaked, a creak which echoed like a howl off of the tall walls. Jack began to search around. Looking for any sort of interesting clue. He minded his feet, seeing as there were old pieces of undescribt metal and debris on the floor. Last thing he wanted was to crack a knee. If he found something, then he had gotten his story, or a trail to a new one. If he didn't, then he simply wasted a few hours of his night, which was fine with him, seeing as his only other plan was to be taken to dinner by Vera. He'd take anything over those awkward, pregnant pauses.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 23, 2011 14:13:14 GMT -5
By the dim light of the moon filtering through the facility's grimy windows, Krepta could barely make out the pebbles she had placed on her map for markers. That little fact didn't matter though, she could read the map of Gotham spread out before her blind. Krepta had grown up in Gotham; lived most of her life in Gotham. This might be someone else's Gotham, but it was still Gotham. The facility was still pretty dingy, but Krepta was pretty proud of what she had done with at least her little corner. A few salvaged chairs, a table, and some other handy odds and ends. It was dusty, but mostly clean. Thankfully, a lot of things had been left for her by the previous owners. She felt she had done well for herself, considering.
When she had come through from the other side, several other things had come through with her. Things from neither her Earth or this one. Things from a faraway place that was supposed to be lost in myth. Small, harmless things, mind you, but it was only a matter of time before something bigger and nastier made it's way through. She was looking for a pattern. Who ever had pulled her through hadn't meant to. She had no doubt that whoever it was though, was trying to pull something else through. What though? And why? It was a frightening thought. There were things in Faerie that no man or woman should ever be subjected to.
However, with the grating sound of a metal door sliding open somewhere in the distance, Krepta was disturbed from her thoughts. Brow furrowed, the scarred red dragon stood. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else here. She sighed and made her way down the hallway. It was probably some stupid teenagers coming in with the intention of 'proving' themselves, or maybe a potential squatter. Either way, for their own safety, she'd have to run them out. Rounding the bend, she let out a deep growl and spread her wings, green eyes flashing in the darkness. She had every intention of scaring this intruder witless.
( Ugh, that post fought me every inch of the way. XD )
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Post by ZiggBot on Apr 23, 2011 14:35:19 GMT -5
(lol No problem. xD Strating the rp is always tough. Once the story picks up, it should be easier.)
Jack ran his flashlight along the floor, and stopped when he caught a glimpse of a small glint of light. He walked toward it, crouching down and lifting it up. An old scalpel with a little bit of rust on the edge. He eyed it closely, tilting and turning it about. It looked about twenty years old by the shape of it. He stood up, still looking it over. He gave a small chuff of recognition to it, and tossed it back down. He took two more glimpses, one behind him, then the other toward the bend that Krepta was just now coming around.
The sudden flash of red snapped Jack into a brief color shock. He didn't even know what it was, but it was big. He stumbled backward, his mag light most likely flashing into Krepta's eyes before he fell on his back. The mag light dropped to the floor, and the lens shattered. Everything went black, and instinctively Jack ducked behind the closest bookshelf or door. Oop. He smacked his knee on something, after all. Letting a brief grunt of pain, he silenced as he hid. Within the next five seconds, he'd turn into Creeper.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 23, 2011 20:31:29 GMT -5
Krepta hissed, briefly blinded by a flash of bright light, likely a flash-light. She heard it shatter and clatter into the darkness as she blinked spots from her eyes, and saw a man-sized figure duck out of sight. Well, she had at least succeeded in startling him, but he wasn't gone yet. "Get out," she snarled gutturally. She batted a piece of debris-- likely a desk or something else made out of woods-- out of her way like it was a toy. It shattered into splinters on the opposite wall. "You don't belong here."
She stalked forward, sweeping her head over the dusty hallway. Her vision was much better than a human being's in the dark, but she relied more on her sense of smell. Pinpointing him, she made a point of roaring in his direction as the flames she sent over his head licked the ceiling, leaving a soot black trail. Thankfully she had made sure this place was fireproof before she had moved in, which begged the question: what had this place been before her? Either way, hopefully her display sent him the right message. He would run away screaming and hopefully never speak of the incident again. Who would believe him anyhow? Then again, this was Gotham. She only hoped for his sake that he kept his mouth shut.
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Post by ZiggBot on Apr 23, 2011 21:52:26 GMT -5
Creeper opened his eyes after the transformation, just in time to hear her say 'You don't belong here.' He was about to peak around the edge when he heard her sniffing. Opting out of being seen right away, he waited to see where she'd move, as well as judge how good her sense of smell was. Flames blew over his head, scorching the ceiling. He looked up for a split second as the fire flew by. Quickly, he darted back out of the hall he had gone down, and clawed his way up the archway. Once he was there, he leapt toward a florescent light fixture, which had long since lost its light. Using the light like a handle bar, he managed to get to a small plateau of railing.
"I don't belong, hm? Is this some kinda 'big bad monster's only' club?" He mocked, snickering in his usual fashion. "Come on, I was just taking a peak around. Can't blame me for wanting to see if this place is on sale. Totally bachelor pad material." He was hoping she'd come out into a more open area where he could see her. His night vision was better than Jack's, but the dark enclosed hallways were hard even for him to see in. This wide open area had some windows, which was letting in moonlight.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 23, 2011 22:50:44 GMT -5
Krepta narrowed her eyes at the figure on the lamp-post, but made no move to follow. If she were to be seen it would make things easier for people to find her later. She was content to lurk in the shadows were it was safe. Well, relatively safe. Normal people didn't climb up lamp-posts, which meant he was a meta-human most likely. God, she hoped he wasn't a super. That was the last thing she needed right now. It was doubtful anyone here knew about the murders, but there was a certain localized rash of break in's lately that she held credit for. She squinted out into the darkness. "That's exactly what this is," she rumbled. "Now get out before I char broil you. This is no place for the likes of you... Whatever you are..." The last part was mumbled. Was it too much to hope he'd just leave?
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Post by ZiggBot on Apr 23, 2011 23:08:08 GMT -5
Creeper waited for any signs of movement, but saw none. Damn, she was too smart for that. This wasn't any run of the mill monster he was dealing with, here. He silently crept back down, trying his best to stay out of view from her. "Well, that's rude. You don't even know me. For all you know, I could be a monster, too."
He looked around for a moment, keeping silent as he surveyed the area. A few knocked over desks, some broken chairs, worn down book cases, and broken glass. Nothing to give him a clue as to what this place was, or why this big red thing was here. "At least tell me what brought you to a dump like this. Having a walk down memory lane? This place seems a little small for you."
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Post by Krepta on Apr 24, 2011 0:30:42 GMT -5
"Don't need to," Krepta answered, scooping up a rock. "I know this city." Maybe a bit of a sting would get him moving. He was certainly stubborn. She hefted the rock-- about the size of a shoe, and shot it in his general direction. If he really was a meta, it probably wouldn't hurt him too bad, but it would let him know that she meant business. She growled again and resisted moving out into the light. It was almost like he was trying to lure her out there. Was there some kind of trap? Well, it wouldn't work. "Trust me," she snapped, "You don't want to get involved with the likes of me. It's not an experience you're likely to survive." In a way, it was true. Death followed the ex-hero like a grim shadow. She hoped her perceived it as a threat though. Narrowing her eyes, she picked up another rock. "I'm going to give you to the count of three to leave, and then I'm going to make you leave," she warned, tone dangerously low.
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Post by ZiggBot on Apr 24, 2011 16:53:45 GMT -5
It was too dark for him to see the incoming projectile until it was too late. Luckily he had moved enough to have it hit his shoulder, rather than his head. The rock slammed into Creeper's shoulder, which knocked him back about a foot. He winced and rubbed it for a moment as the bones and bruised flesh healed, then growled a bit in growing frustration. His arm was going to be sore for a little longer, about five minutes, maybe. Rotating his arm and stretching his neck, he said, "You have no idea what I'm likely to survive, little miss. Besides, I can't have a big red baddie huddled up in some old building, at least not without know what it is."
He heard the rock being lifted off the floor, then her warning. "Or what? You'll throw another rock at me? Last time I checked, you could breathe fire. What's stopping you now?" He began surveying the room for air vents. Maybe there was a way he could get behind her undetected. There was one right above the hallway she was in, but it would take to tricky jumps and swings to get to, especially if he had to be quiet. Luckily, creeping was what he did best. But the sniffing. What about her sense of smell? Well, stronger ones cancel out softer ones, right?
Creeper grabbed the scalpel, cutting a his hand to use his blood. He swiped his hand at his feet, then in a few other spot around the room, leaving a few small sized blots just before the wound healed. Rubbing dirt on his had to get the blood off, Creeper started to climb up the wall, hoping she'd fall for the diversion, or at least be confused.
(tried to describe that as vaguely as possible. >.> I looked up the ratings system for PG-13, and it says that blood and violence is allowed, as long as it isn't shocking or gratuitous, so I hope I kept it PG-13. xD;; If not, I'll be happy to try and word it differently, or use something else for the scent)
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Post by Krepta on Apr 24, 2011 17:31:43 GMT -5
(( Nope, that's fine. XD Maybe I should put like a list of things that are PG-13ish. XD This seems to be getting a lot of people. ))
Krepta furrowed her brow as she scented blood. What was he doing? Surely she hadn't hit him that hard... at least, she hadn't meant to. Maybe she had better make sure he was okay. Grinding her teeth, she stepped out into the light. Likely she would have to run to a different spot after this. Just when she had started to settle down. Suddenly she felt tired all over again. She was so sick of running. "Because I'm one of the good guys," she snapped, raising her head into the moonlight so that he could get a good look, teeth, horns and all. "I won't kill you, but I will knock your ass out if you make me." She lashed her tail like an angry cat, sending debris and dust flying behind her. "And thanks to you, now I can't stay here." She picked up another rock and threw it at the lamp-post, this time in anger. It clattered against the middle of the pole, shattering the rock and denting the metal. This was just her luck. At least he wasn't a telepath. Though, these days had she run into one, she wondered if she would have hesitated before eating it. Maybe she was just in a sour mood now. "You mind telling me why you're harassing me so that I can get on with my miserable life?"
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Post by ZiggBot on Apr 24, 2011 17:43:27 GMT -5
(That sounds like a good idea! ) Creeper had just about gotten to the grating when she came out into the light. He looked over his shoulder at her, in all her glory. A red dragon? She must have come along with all of the other ones, but none of them were this big. They were about the size of his foot, not the size of a car. He saw how genuinely upset she was. maybe she was telling the truth. He slowly and quietly climbed back down to the ground, landing with a dull tap. He walked out into the light as well, his eyes glowing as the moonlight reflected off of them. He was behind her now, and just narrowly missed being hit by her tail. He supposed he could answer her question, seeing as apparently he had just run her out of her sanctuary. "... I heard some stories about strange noises in this place. Thought I'd come check it out. Maybe get to the bottom of why all these creatures are in Gotham. Looks like I just found a bigger creature, instead." He seemed more serious than before, if that was at all possible to notice coming from him. He wasn't smiling at the moment, at least.
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Post by Krepta on Apr 25, 2011 15:14:39 GMT -5
Krepta snarled and whirled, teeth flashing just above the man's head. Startling something with fangs the size of your forearm was never a good idea. Thankfully, after a moment, she realized that he wasn't trying to make himself a threat and calmed. "You shouldn't do that," she growled, narrowing her eyes at the strange creature before her. "I could have killed you." It was still unapparent what he was. She wasn't even sure if his strange outfit was being worn or was actually part of him.
She turned to face The Creeper completely, uncomfortable with the thought of having him even slightly at her back. Creatures? Strange noises? He must have meant the animals getting through from Faerie, and the strange noises had to be her moving things around to better suit her. She would have to be careful with that from now on. "I'm not responsible for the creatures," she responded. She didn't need even more reasons for heros to put a price on her head. "I know of them though. I've been marking the places they've been appearing... I haven't found any patterns yet, but I don't think any of this is an accident."
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Post by ZiggBot on Apr 25, 2011 16:55:20 GMT -5
Creeper didn't even flinch at the teeth, but smiled, showing off his own. They looked like normal human teeth, only the canines were a bit sharper. "What can I say, I like surprising people. Or.. dragons." He watched how her body moved as she turned around, a bit fascinated. He'd never seen a dragon this big before. "I had kind of guess you weren't the cause," He said as he leaned against the wall. "But you said you had marked them down? Mind showing that map?"
Maybe if he could find an active gate to this 'Faerie' then he could get some scans of it on his JLA communicator. It'd give him something to do, at least. As for Jack's story, he doubted 'Giant Dragon In Abandoned Facility' would have a nice ring to it unless he had photographic proof, and this dragon-lady didn't seem the type to enjoy a good photo shoot.
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Post by cartoonlife4ever on Apr 25, 2011 20:54:46 GMT -5
(Mind if I join you? ) Canary had only been following some rumors, and really? What would be so harmful about checking out an abandoned building? After 'perching' on the outside of a filthy window, she curiously looked in, only to jump back in surprise. The moonlight only gave her vague shadows of something big and something.......was that a man? Taking another peek, it looked to her as if they were conversing with each other. Stretching her body so it angled closer to the window, her foot slipped on the grimey window frame causing a scrapping sound to emitt from her shoe. Catching herself, she hoped that the figures hadn't heard anything.................. (Sorry -.-; I didn't really know how to jump in....... )
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Post by domofudge on Apr 25, 2011 22:14:02 GMT -5
This is gettin' good. I need to get some popcorn. I won't hop in unless I'm needed. Aka, if you guys need a villian...)
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