when I was a child running in the night

[mouthbreathing]

Who: Warsman (mouthbreathing) and YOU
When: At night from the 27th to the 30th
Where: Out and around the city
Summary: Warsman is out on one of his nightly patrols. Things happen.
Warnings: Violence.

[It’s turning into a regular routine now: during the day he works and trains in whatever free time he has, and come the evening, if he’s not scheduled for an appearance at the Knot-A Fight Club, Warsman readies his bear claws to head out under cloudy night skies. There may not be much he can do on a larger scale- the Darkness is a hydra of danger, and for every monster he slays it feels as though three more spring up the very next night- but every person he catches just in time makes it worth it. And who else is going to help them in this part of the city- the homeless, the poor, the people with no other choice? He’s gotten so used to the white noise of indifference around here that the rare wail of a police siren or ambulance comes as a decided shock.

It’s the little things, though. He’s doing what he can, even casting his net a little wider some nights and getting to know the rest of the city around him. It's not so quiet beyond his usual sectors and there are usually more people around, but it still pays off on occasion if he catches a straggler or two abandoned to the elements.

Leftover rain spots his poncho from higher ledges as he scales an apartment block, bracing his feet on broken guttering and greasy window catches. Higher ground may make him more obvious, and it may be so dark that he won’t be able to see further than a block or so, but any precaution is a precaution worth taking out here. Warsman heaves himself up onto the rooftop and surveys the area with dimly glowing eyes.]

[ooc: I'm up for just about any scenario! Rescuing someone, being rescued, working together, getting into a fight, etc... just start a scene or drop a suggestion and I'm good. I also don't mind starting things off!]

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27th

[makeflowersgrow]

[It's n surprise that Eponine is out after the Sirens. She's usually out and about before the Darkenss has lifted, either on her way to Hattie's, or running back from XXX. Or, she used to be.

Tonight, Eponine is out by choice. Often at home, she wandered out by herself, roaming the streets, just thinking, and imagining..... it helps her to make sense of what's happening. And just recently, everything seems to have gone wrong.

She's had to pledge loyalty to Hattie. And Jack. And Mr. Gold. She's made an enemy of Ella. And all of her friends. She's not heard from Marius, and she's anxious lest he's upset with her for not saving Enjolras.
And then there was the whole business with Xellos - and they're an AGI affiliated business. The very same company she was caught by when she had broken into the sanctums of XXX to try to save Enjolras. The same people that Jack said would enslave her if they got the chance. Eponine's worried. And has no idea where to run.

She wanders out, paying no heed to the shrieks and squelches from the Darkness creatures. They don't scare her, and perhaps they sense that, because usually, they leave her mostly alone.

Except for tonight. Lost in her thoughts, Eponine doesn't notice the black slime on the pavement, and steps into it.
Schlump

It's a sickening sound, and Eponine freezes before turning to try to run. But the thing, the eight hour death, latches onto her foot with it's tentacle tongue thing, pulling her down and edging her towards its mouth.

Eponine screams as she falls, thoroughly awakened from her thoughts. And as much as she hates to yell it, she screams on reflex,]

HELP!!!

28th

[mikhail_in_me]

[Teito is going to be in big trouble once Frau realizes he has snuck out, but he isn't worrying about it. He needs to see what the fuss is about at night and if it means he can help someone defenseless that might get caught up with some monsters..well then it is worth it.

Everything is quiet for the first part of his exploring and he is beginning to think all this talk about monsters and things is nothing but a scare tactic to keep people inside.

That is..until the started to show up and show up in a big way. He used his zaiphon to take out a couple but that is only attracting more. After a few more blasts it is obvious that he is in trouble.

Turning tail and running as fast as he can, Teito tries his best to give himself some space from the creatures that are tracking him. He isn't a coward, but he also isn't stupid enough to stay in a spot where he is outnumbered.

Teito looks over his shoulder to make sure he has some good distance but it is at that moment that he runs right into Warsman. He yelps and flails a little as he tumbles backwards in surprise.]

29th

[ibreakrules]

For once Frau was off of work early. Or at least earlier. It wasn't like 2am could really be considered early considering he'd gone into work the day before. With how often Frau wandered at night, he'd come to find that 2 to 4 am tended to be the quietest times on the streets. While it was never fully quiet considering what was out there, most people weren't just wandering around.

As he continued to slowly make his way down the streets back toward his home in sector four he remained alert to anything taking an interest in him. It wasn't hard for him to do, and he hardly looked like he was paying much attention. In fact, he looked just as relaxed as he would be walking through the streets during the day.

When he felt the presence of a small group of the darkness creatures moving closer, the only shift in his behavior was a slight glance in that direction, though only his eyes moved. They weren't far away now, but that was alright. Frau could feel the scythe's flicker of excitement, but he easily held it in check. For now he would wait. The fun would begin soon enough.

30th

[rewritter]

[ one for every day? more importantly, this was the last day of nano and despite having worked on it steadily for the whole month, Fakir was racing to meet the deadline. it seemed like it was just a second ago when he'd sat down on the bench at the park to get to work, but when he'd finally finished filling up his writing pad, he'd realized he was only stopping because it was already so dark he could barely make out his own words. he'd written straight past sirens and didn't even realize it.

shit. he'd been doing so well in not getting caught outdoors, too. he stood up, but the movement was already attracting monsters that had started to materialize from the shadows. SHIT. if he had his sword... but all he had was his pen and paper. he glanced down panickedly at it. maybe that would be good enough, maybe he could probably find a way to write himself out of here before they attacked. or maybe he could make a run for it.

... so it's probably a strange sight to see someone out after dark frantically writing something on a notepad while monsters are stalking towards him, but that's what's happening. ]

later on the 27th?

[theshortestbird]

[Red Robin was on patrol, which wasn't really that unusual. He'd gotten in the habit of putting the Titans into pairs for when they went on patrol, but in their off hours, and his, he didn't bother. Probably not the smartest or safest idea, when he couldn't call on Nightwing to help him, or anyone else.

He could, but that would mean asking for help. And he just didn't want help. He didn't want to rely on anyone for anything, not now. He'd gotten over everyone leaving, or so he thought. But when you were out on the streets, you couldn't think of what had gone wrong. What things were changing. Tim was so tired of change. So very tired. And literally tired, and a little undernourished, and not drinking enough water, and so that was probably why he felt like he was about to pass out on the roof.

And was also why he heard the darkness monster behind him, but his reflexes, usually fast, just seemed sluggish, and he barely had any time to get his bo staff out as he went down, the staff the only thing between him and the monster.]

aaand later on the 30th

[aprettybutterfly]

[Rorschach was also on patrol. Sort of. Was it patrol when you went looking for someone to beat up? Because if so, then he was on patrol. But he'd had a good night so far! Two broken jaws, one crushed hand, and three lost teeth later, and he was considering calling it for the night. He missed having a partner. At least Daniel could keep up with him, even if he was old and fat now.

He missed even the old and fat Daniel. Rorschach couldn't help but feel like he was missing something, while being here. They'd never completed the job back home, not when he was here, and feeling like you were so close to where you should be, yet so far, it wasn't the best feeling in the world. Maybe that's why he was feeling down.

No, not really. His foot connected with a monster, and he felt satisfied, hearing the crunch as he continued down the alley. This place did keep things interesting after dark. But that usually went for any filthy city.]

30th

[infromthecold]

He's been in port for around two months now but going out after dark wasn't something very high on his list of things to do. Still there weren't enough hours in the day light leaving Bucky to sit around doing a lot of nothing at night. So James was sneaking out of the hatch on the HoA's roof. "Just for a bit." he told himself as he adjusted the straps on the shield he'd stolen moments before ending up in Siren's Port. He wouldn't have dared going out with it back home,the shield was for Captain America's use only. Still the weight on his back made him feel like his fallen friend was still looking out for him.

He'd made it six blocks into sector 9 when something impacted with the shield on his back with a dull clang. He turned around to spot something about the size of a wolf shaking off it's impact. Two more joined the first from a near by alley. They growled at him showing off way too many rows of teeth in the process. As he drew his gun he felt less guilty about not leaving Cap's Shield back in his room, and more concerned about whether he should make it to the nearest fire escape or find out the hard way how many bullets it took to drop a Battlesoul Hound. He knew it was going to be the hard way when one of them lunged strait for his metal left arm.