Party Gone Wrong
Roleplaying Log: Party Gone Wrong
Participants
IC Details
Synopsis:

Dead Girl brings Ryan out for a 'job'. They just happen to meet Cassandra Cain in the process.

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IC Date: October 23, 2019
IC Location: Shady Gotham Tavern
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 04 Nov 2019 00:49
Rating & Warnings: R - Violence.
Scene Soundtrack: [* ]
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Associated Plots

Ryan had been hanging out with Dead Girl and Ombra a few days- Dead Girl would leave almost every night to go 'to work'.

Whatever that meant.

She'd almost always come back covered in blood. Sometimes Ombra would go with her- sometimes not. There didn't seem to be any set schedule between them. The days were spent with Dead Girl doting on cats, watching cooking shows, and letting Ombra sleep. She's an odd one- just walking through walls whenever it suited her, sometimes floating oddly above the ground, and constantly speaking to the air- to beings that just weren't there. Ghosts, she called them.

This evening, Dead Girl had said it again- time to go to work. Ombra had decided to stay home- maybe she got shot up or something.

"How about you?" Dead Girl wondered of Ryan- since he was still hanging around. "You want to go teach some punks that something worse than them hides in Gotham?" she wonders, "You're going to want to cover your face or something, though, if you come."

* * *

Ryan gives a look to Dead Girl as she asks if he would like to tag along, in truth Ryan has been wondering what it is Dead Girl does every night but did not want to cross any boundaries being as they just met and all.

"Actually yeah if you don't mind, vie kind of been wondering what it is you do truth be told." Ryan then pulls up his hood and wraps his scarf around his face covering his facial features so no one could see. "No need to worry about that, I'm used to this part." Ryan lets Ombra know telepathically of cores that he is going out with Dead Girl and will be back with her later. Ryan then turns back to Dead Girl "Lead the way"

* * *

A seedy bar favoured by some of Gotham's less friendly pimps. It's not the usual place one would find a girl such as the scruffy little homeless one, the wanderer. She was exhausted when they found her after a very busy night. So many ready to slaughter each other over something so meaningless as a place they could share. Greed, she barely understands. The violence, she knows too well. She stepped in, taking them head on. She had to keep up her near-inhuman pace for too long, and she hadn't eaten enough to maintain that level of hyperactivity. Chloroform ensured she would not wake up for a while. Coming to consciousness, she blearily takes notice of her surroundings and the men looming over her. And her bindings. Just her hands. Feeling the cord, she determines that they aren't exactly good at the kidnapping, as the knot was rudimentary.

The wanderer sits upright, as her captors make jokes, laughing at her, not quite cluing in that she isn't scared of them. She's surveying the room. Some empty little storing place. The sweat and blood on the ground tell her she isn't their first catch of that day. The only thing she doens't know is what they want from her…

* * *

"Teaching people that there's always another monster in the dark." Dead Girl offers simply to Ryan when he lets it known he was curious. She leaves a note for Ombra, next to some soup that's been left to simmer on the hotplate. 'Help yourself, be back before dawn <3 D.G.'

It's a simple note, really, but Dead Girl is fairly consistent in letting Ombra know she's not going to be abandoned- at least not by Dead Girl.

"So, there's going to likely be a lot of blood. Lots of screaming. Let me tank the bullets- there are likely to be a lot of those, too." she goes on to say. "They don't bother me at all."

Dead Girl then unlocks the gate to the underground that connects this particular tomb to the ossuaries and catacombs below. "This way, they'll never see us coming." She offers over to Ryan, grabbing a torch before she goes. A literal torch- as in fire flickering in the darkness, lit up by a lighter that's been tied to a string. The string is connected to the gate. That way no one loses the lighter.

And then, it's into the darkness. Under the city… to the Narrows by way of ancient tunnels that may have never seen the light of day at any point in their history. "There's this bar. Lots of Pimps hang out there, they tend to have parties in the basement. The kind of parties where young men and women end up getting turned out. They're disgusting scum, and they've hurt a lot of people." Dead Girl says as they walk, "One of their victims told me- unlucky young thing." The walking corpse continues to say- there are no human minds here. Nothing. Just a voice- a voice that echoes off the walls. "He's dead now. I'm- well.. We are going to teach them that there are much worse things in the night that *do not* appreciate how they've treated their fellow people."

* * *

"I see, well don't worry about the guns I can take care of those before they even get a shot off." Ryan thinks back to his days when he was on the run and what he had to do to survive as they walk, nothing like what Dead Girl suggests but it makes him wonder if they are things that would make her come for him? Something to keep to himself for now for the moment, right now focus on the mission.

As he follows Dead Girl being careful and surprisingly very quiet as he walks. "so who is the target and do you want them dead or alive in the end and do you want or not want witnesses?"

* * *

Inside… As one of the loomers bends down to take hold of the wanderer's shirt, already threadbare and old enough to be discarded in the trash, she reacts. Even in her somewhat groggy state, these two have no idea what they have caught. Now she happens to be rested. In a movement that belies her small frame, she ones one leg to lift herself to stand and the other to catch the grabby man under the jaw, her foot connecting and sending him stumbling backward, thumping against the wall, unconscious. His dumbfounded friend doesn't even have time to question what just happened as he suffers a similar fate. The wanderer closes her eyes. A decision must be made. She listens to the walls as she wiggles her hands free of her bindings, discarding the cord.

* * *

"Anyone in the bar who's wearing clothing appropriate for the cold." Dead Girl deadpans- she's only half joking. "We want them to be alive. The story has to spread. Crippled is fine. I tend to blind Pimps…. or make them dig their own eyes out." she notes, reaching into a pocket where she pulls out a rusty metal spork. "With this." she passes it back over to Ryan, "It's yours now. Use it well. I'll just use my claws."

Dead Girl, currently, doesn't have any claws. "The most important thing is that they don't know who *you* are. Me, I'm dead. They can't do anything to me. Ombra? She's made of like pure shadows, and she seems to be just up next to indestructible. You? You're basically human. You got blood and guts and a lot of soft parts that probably don't grow back if you lose them."

"Well, We're here." Dead Girl says, as she puts the torch out. "The bottom floors will be closed up. Do you need help getting to the second floor?" Dead Girl asks, as she floats up into the air near the ladder which leads to street-level. Flying makes everything easier. "I can give you a toss up there if you need."

* * *

Ryan takes the rusty spork and looks at it for a moment and the thought of how many eyes have this thing gouged out, but quickly shakes the thought away and puts it in his coat pocket. "Understood and…. good to know" %
as Dead Girl puts out the torch and asks Ryan if he needs a toss-up, Ryan loos at dead girl and lifts one of his eyebrows at her, though you can't see it due to his hood and scarf. He then walks up to the latter and looks to see where the entrance ends. "No Thanks, I got this" Ryan then gets down on one kneel like he Is ready to jump and using his telekinesis to bolster himself, makes all the way to the closed off the entrance.

* * *

Inside… The sounds of misery are clear. The ones who bring people here are ugly, ruthless, but not murderers. They won't pull guns until she convinces them that pulling guns is the correct thing to do, and then she can show them it was an error on their part. No clue as to the layout, but the walking people inform her at least about her immediate connecting passages. Foundation is stone, walls plaster and brick, wood floorboards. Still in the city. The wanderer tests the door. Unlocked. Then she checks the unconscious pair. Keys, gun, phone, wallet. She hides all but the keys under a dirty mattress. She has no use for them and the two can spend time looking when they return to consciousness later. Into the hallway, and she is met with the sound of someone calling out an objection to her roaming free. She can hear him approaching, his hand raised to strike her…

* * *

"I meant to the second floor of the building. There's a ladder here to street level…. But, that's good. Use that. Very.. grasshoppery." Dead Girl offers. "So- quick plan. These guys been drinking and doing coke most of the day- they're well fucked. Once a month they come here to break-in girls and boys of all stripes. It's basically like some kinda weird Narrows-Pimp-Fest. Anyways, we're going to make sure they don't ever meet again. They've all got guns. They've all got knives. They're all mean and rowdy. Try not to kill anyone- the Bats don't like that, and neither do I. If it can't be helped, it can't be helped." Dead Girl shrugs.

"Anyways, there are a lot of things that we can do that make life a whole lot worse than being dead." Dead Girl says with a wicked grin- her red eyes glowing as she floats up to the second level. It seems she'll be sticking with Ryan for this first outing- after all, it wouldn't do to go out with Ombra's friend and let him get all shot up.

She notices Cassandra. She sees the man as she steps through the window and wall as if it didn't exist. She comes up behind the man, grabs him with two suddenly clawed hands- her fingers having lengthened into impressive claws that appear razor sharp. He's stabbed with both- one through the shoulder of the hand he raised to strike Cassandra. The other through his hip.

Blood and broken bone are obvious as DEad Girl lifts the man over her head like he was a rag-doll, like he weighed nothing at all. He's thrown- all the way down the hallway, flying like a sack of potatoes as he strikes into the distant wall and goes *thump* on the ground. He's clearly out for the count.

Dead Girl looks over towards Cassandra, frowning at her state. "I'm here to help." she assures Cassandra. "Just relax and keep your head low, okay?" Her voice chipper, despite the blood on her hands… and the glowing red dots of her eyes.

* * *

As Ryan enters into the second level he does a quick scan of the area using his telepathy, learning how many people there are, where they are located, how many kids, how many thugs and getting the quick read of there surface thoughts on what going on. There's a change in Ryan's tone as he speaks, a very serious, focused, a bit of anger, and some might say somewhat cold as he speaks "I got a count of 17 people here, 10 thugs, 7 kids 3 of the kids are buys and 5 are girls, and it seems the noise form the thrown thug has got some 2 coming up this way guns drawn. I've got these two"

as the two thugs come up the stairs they see Ryan standing there in the middle of the hallway, they raise their guns and as soon as they do, the guns flings from there hand and float right in front of Ryan. Then the guns start to come apart and Ryan useless his knowledge of how to disassemble firearms and his telekinesis and soon the all the pieces fall to the ground including the bullets taken out the magazines.

Ryan then charges and leaps off the wall using his parkour skills with telekinesis to help bolster him sidekicks one guy right in the head and using his telekinesis to give his kick extra strength send the one gut into the wall knocked unconscious and then drops to the floor and side leg sweeps the guy, knocking him to the ground and then grasp ahold of him using his telekinesis to hold the guy down and to make sure he cannot talk.

As Ryan gets up he looks over his shoulder to Dead Girl "He is not going anywhere, so what do you want to with him?"

* * *

One of the minds scanned, it's not normal. The asian-looking scruffy girl. She's not 'thinking' like everyone else. Her eyes go wide at the sight of the sharpened result of the Dead Girl taking hold of the man she was about to deal with. She has no understanding, and that unsettles her. Her attention moves momentarily to the somewhat bloody man, then back to view her 'rescuer'. The homeless girl enters a fighting stance. Many would react with fear at what they see. This girl seems resolute, and accepting.

* * *

"Use the spork." Dead Girl suggest back to Ryan. "Feed him his own eyes. That'll teach him a lesson about looking places he shouldn't look." Dead Girl then looks back towards Cassandra- she smiles. It's a kind look, despite the blood.

"Don't worry. We're friends." Dead Girl assures Cassandra, as her red eyes scan the girl for injuries. Cassandra seems fine.

Dead Girl then walks towards the stairs, and to the street-level floor. "Catch up when you get a chance! The rest of them are downstairs, and in the basement."

The noises upstairs were largely ignored- no gun shots, no problem. Things get violent up there, after all. No one even noticed the guy against the wall- he landed between the upstairs and downstairs, a corner. Not seen by anyone. He's bleeding- but he'll probably survive, albeit without much ability to move or hit anyone any more with a shattered hip and destroyed scapula.

Dead Girl peeks around the corner- a lot of drinking and whatnot. Noise. A Jukebox… ooh. A Jukebox.

Dead Girl walks over to the Jukebox- the room going silent as they see the blue-skinned, red-eyed woman in their midst. The Ghost of Gotham.

Guns are cocked as Dead Girl flips through the pages of the Jukebox. "Ooh. You guys got some good taste in music. All the best hits of the 80s and 90s are in here!" Dead Girl grabs a quarter from her pocket and puts it into the jukebox.

https://youtu.be/w6Q3mHyzn78

"Children behaaaave~" Dead Girl sings- a lovely voice.

And t hen the gun fire begins. As many bullets as possible into Dead Girl's body as she steps to the side to protect the Jukebox and the music which now blasts through the bar.

She just stands there. Bullets tearing into flesh- some hitting her head. Some hitting her body. Holes appearing as bits of bone and flesh are blown free… And Dead Girl? Just standing there. Grinning.

* * *

As Dead Girl heads down the stairs Ryan looks at the man he has held on the ground with his telekinesis and pulls out the spork from his pocket, looks at it and then back to the guy. "Hmm, no need for this vie got something better." Ryan then begins to use his telekinesis to crush the bones throughout the guy's body, one by one Cassandra Cain can hear the bones snapping and breaking all though out the guy's body ad he tries to scream but they are muffled as his mouth is being held shut by Ryan's telekinesis. After he breaks all his bones, he then uses his telekinesis to pull out his eyes, he then opens up his mouth and drops the eyes inside and then forces his mouth shut again. By this point, the thug has passed out from such excruciating pain.

Ryan has no time to check on Casandra as he hears a song start then gunfire, lots of gunfire. Ryan knows Dead Girl said she is fine from Bullets but that still a lot of noise and drawing attention like that is not good in Ryans mind, so he quickly runs down the stairs to see what exactly is happening and to help Dead Girl out with maybe grabbing all the guns and disassembled them like before, or maybe start fighting and breaking more thugs, however he can.

* * *

The guns are empty- Dead Girl just dancing and singing along to the song before she rushes forward and grabs one particular Pimp- the one wearing a crown. They all watch in horror as Dead Girl's body regenerates- the holes closing up. The bone and muscle knitting almost instantly. "You're coming with me, Paul…." She coos softly, "And the rest of you? Well.. I have some friends who'll want to see you…" Dead Girl says with a little chuckle as the room grows cold. And for a moment- the Dead are seen. A FLASH of the world to come, a flash of their victims staring at them, still wearing the wounds of their deaths.

It was only a moment- a moment where Dead Girl's anger boiled over and brought the two realms all the closer. No one seems interested in helping Paul as Dead Girl drags him off.

"Come on, Paul! Your sister wanted me to say hello!" she cackles- having grabbed him by an arm to drag him like he's undoubtedly dragged weaker people than he before.

He's shrieking- grabbing his knife and burying it into Dead Girl's skull. It's stuck there now , blade gleaming as she continues to grin and drags Paul down into the basement.

The others stand in stark, terrified silence- almost wholly unaware of what was sure to come next.

* * *

The quiet wanderer's expression might be best described as disbelief, as the two who are certainly not allies of the men found here provide her with new information. Horrified comes next when she sees what happens to the man that Ryan has decided should be broken. And Ryan? Senses something peculiar about what she thinks. She knows exactly what that man is going through with every broken bone. She knows Ryan is responsible for it. This, she concludes, cannot continue. Then she moves. All notions of processing thoughts, they end. Not quite faster than the eye can follow, but faster than most people can even register a reaction, she is past him, downstairs, tracking every moving body in the room other than the dead one, the Dead Girl, taking a path past them all that renders each unconscious with a light strike from her fist, as though she had learned this particular path by rote and is repeating movements she has internalized enough to become instinct.

* * *

As the girl rushes past Ryan continues down the stairs only to find this girl taking out these thugs one by one with such speed and one strike attacks. As he watches her about to finish up the last one Ryan Picks up with his Telepathy of two guys about bust through the basement door with automatic firearms and start shooting. Ryan thinking that this girl does not realize this Ryan prepare for them.

As the 2 thugs bust through the door Ryan immediately uses his telekinesis to throw the guns from there hand and across the room while simultaneously sending a mental flash grandee like effect to the minds to stun them as he runs to them and knocks them both out with a judo kick with extra force from his telekinesis to both their heads. Ryan then does another quick scan of the room with his telepathy and picks up no other thugs… well, none that are conscious anyway, and turns looks at her and keeps ready for anything posture, not threatening by any means but he is going be prepared for whatever is about to happen. Ryan Picked up on her thoughts about 'she know what it felt like having bones broken' and not sure how that might affect things here with her and himself.

* * *

As the telekinetic one arrives, the girl is ready to fight him, too. To prevent him from doing that more. Then, she stops being ready to fight him. She immediately comprehends that he is attentive, and he is learning. The state of experiential instinct, or as those in the video game industry refer to it, bullet time, ebbs from her. She calms. She watches Ryan deal with the pair. Their guns drawn, she feels no fear, but the impulse to rush them is felt. She approaches the strange man that fascinates her now. There is no sense of impending punishment. She sends a punch that is not going to connect but moves extremely fast at Ryan's face. It's a test, not an act of aggression.

* * *

As the girl moves to punch him, Ryan can sense what she is intending and just stands still not flinching or moving as she tests him.

Ryan stays still and quiet for a moment waiting to see what she does or says next. Ryan knows that this girl is different by how she thinks but is not aware yet that she does not talk.

* * *

With no flinch, the girl draws her fist back, taking a more neutral posture, studious of Ryan for only a few seconds. She is then opening locked doors with keys, releasing the captive young men and women inside. She glances in at them, but says nothing, does nothing to encourage them. They will leave if they want to leave.
The wanderer drops the keys behind her as she begins to make her way to the exit, then stops and turns toward Ryan again. More test coming. This time, her punch sent to the sternum, not move as fast as the earlier one. Damage would be minimal. Some bruising. Slight winding. She's being gentle. But it's something Ryan can react to.

* * *

As Ryan watches the girl pull back her fist and begin to open up the doors, he thinks to himself 'ok this kid is defiantly something else, testing me as a master martial artist would like that, but still not saying anything has thoughts and feelings.' Ryan has seen a few things but this one has him a bit puzzle, to say the least. As he ponders these thoughts he Telepathy warns him of the next test and what she intends to make contact this time, test or not Ryan does not intend to let her make contact. As she is about the hit Ryan, He uses his telekinesis on her to slightly throw off her punch to the left while he slides to the right to avoid the blow, though only by a few inches.

* * *

The look of surprise on the girl as Ryan nudges her with only his brain is connected to the sense of trying to figure out how he did that, and another punch is sent, this one a little faster. There is no sense that she is trying to do Ryan any actual harm, but she is definitely not done getting a sense for what is going on. She has such control over her own movements that she knows something moved her. She saw it mirrored in Ryan at the same time, somehow. She knows it as his doing. She wants to see more, and she is ready to figure it out by more violent action.

* * *

As Ryan senses the next punch coming and uses his telekinesis again to move her punch slightly off course and dodge in the opposite way again. As he does this Ryan is picking up on her thoughts? Emotions? He is not quite sure but he does now understand what is happening, she is trying to figure him out like how two martial artists masters will read and learn about one another though there fists rather than words. With this realization Ryan decides to go along with this, letting her learn what she wants this way rather than with words and goes into fighter mode, he firsts attempts to keep a read on her, to read every move she is about to make both with his insight of reading people visually and with his telepathy and moves to keep dodging and blocking her punches but not looking to attack, at least not yet.

* * *

All the while, there is the sense that the silent girl is not actually giving it her best. She's holding back a lot of what she knows. Checking herself with every move she makes. She lets the flow, the dance commence, blows sent at Ryan, pushed out of the way, then letting the momentum she is given be channeled into the follow-up. There's a sense of genuine enjoyment from her when she does this, rather than frustration. She doesn't understand why Ryan can do what he is doing, but she is learning to read it from him even before he starts to react, and she adapts. As Ryan pushes a limb and dodges, his path is taking him into a left hook from the side. Like every other blow, it won't do more than a superficial hit.

* * *

As Ryan continues this dance of fists he realizes that she seems to be enjoying this which for Ryan is a different sensation, to say the least, as he never got this feeling from anyone he has fought or spared with before. Ryan also realizes that She is learning and adapting, at an alarming rate for Ryan as he realizes that is currently fighting tactics are not going to last long so he starts to step it up a notch. Now as she is about to hit him with her left hook he attempts to use his telekinesis to shove her foot from underneath her just a little bit to throw her off balance and mess up her punch, giving Ryan enough time to deflect her left hook out of the way, and now Ryan starts adding this into his fighting technique to keep up with her and make it interesting for her as well.

* * *

The girl's excitement grows, her pace quickens, but she is still holding back, and she certainly isn't entering the bullet time state. THis is way too much fun to ruin by trying her best. New special push-without-touching takes her by only a little surprise as she did not understand what would happen based on what she read from Ryan's subtle body shifts. At least, she didn't. THe hook glances without force, planting on the ground as her leg moves upward. She's adapting to the moment things happen to her, too. She flows with it, and the spectacle of Ryan reading and telekinetically nudging versus the strange girl's own reading and adapting is like a ballet in fast motion. Or a particularly violent tango.
Efforts to land a blow on her, without the use of telekinetic influence, is impossible. She knows the moves Ryan will make before he does. There is no telepathic power sense from her. She just understands by watching.

* * *

Ryan watches in astonishment on just how skilled this girl is, moving with the flow of the off-balance he is placing using his telekinesis and recovering so fluently. Truly Ryan has never spared or even faced an opponent like her before. This in turn quite interesting for him for where is he ever going to find someone like this to push him like this.

as the dance of fists continues Ryan realizes that she too is just as good at reading him as he is at reading her and decides to test her for now for a change. No longer staying at just a defensive fighting poster but adds in the offense now as well, to see how she responds to it, not in a harmful way of course. As Ryan dodges the next attack from her using his telekinesis to help with it instead of getting ready for the next dodge, Ryan launches his own attack with a right kick to her legs.

* * *

As the wanderer's opponent finally joins the fray, she revels in it. She can't quite land a blow on him, because he's got a line on her brain and has figured out its workings, and adapting, keeping her at bay when he is unable to himself move fast enough. At the same time, he cannot touch her, because every attempt made, she knows how fast, how hard, and where it will land. Feints are understood as feints, and she moves like water, most of the time just enough to not be struck. The misses are getting closer to her physically, but Ryan can read that she is deliberately letting them get that close. It's less about showing off than her having fun with it. To outside observers, the whole affair is fast-paced, a sparring match between two even fighters.

* * *

The ballet of punches continues from the both of them, as one punch flies out after another towards each other both dodging and deflecting every blow the other throes at them and every counter the give to each attack is met with just the same. A right punch here a left hook there a high kick there a left elbow there, fists and kicks all over the place. If this was a championship fight with a crowd watching it would be going wild. Ryan knows that she holding back and he knows that he has other things he could throw at her to help end the fight, for example, he could grab a hold of her using his telekinesis and hold there for his hit to make contact but that would not be right, not fun for either of them, but eventually this dance of a thousand fists will end, the only question is who will yield first? Ryan wonders if he should be the gentlemen in this and yield or would that be insulting to a fighter of such caliber.

* * *

Even though she is having the time of her life, all things must end, and the two fighters start slowing as fatigue begins to bite at them. When that happens, the sense that such a state would be dangerous for either of them sets in, and the girl backs off, panting, letting the aches of her relentless pushing set in. She feels them all, but lets them wash over her. They are there, she accepts them, she moves on anyway. A respectful bow, her closed fist meeting her palm.

* * *

Ryan returnes the gesture with his left hand clasping over his right hand and he bows back. "My name is Ryan, it was an honor and a pleasure to spare with you until we meet again." Ryan figures that she will probably say nothing back but its a kind and polite thing to say none the less, and he does hope to meet her again.

* * *

That she does not say anything in reply is expected. That she does not comprehend, perhaps less expected. Ryan speaks his name, it doesn't even have meaning to her. Names are beyond her in general. It does not confuse her to hear the speaking, but she disregards it as so much noise. Instead, she seems to just get what Ryan wants to say, on a rudimentary level. She mirros the sentiment, offering her fist toward Ryan. Not a punch. It moves more like a handshake. She has no expectations about it. She wants to learn more from him. There is the sense she might find him rather than him having to track her down.

* * *

Ryan brings up his fist to meet hers and make contact in fist bump kind of manner. a smile comes across his face as he did enjoy meeting someone new and someone to really spare with. It seems Ryan keeps meeting lots of interesting people in Gotham. With that Ryan makes his way to the street to the entrance of the lower wasy sand makes his way back to Dead Girls and Ombra's home.

* * *

The silent wanderer makes her exit, getting out of sight and in search of a new sleeping spot. It's not long though before she is alerted by gunfire and once more sets out to keep everyone she meets more or less alive.

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