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capeandcowllogs2013-02-17 06:31 pm
foreshadower) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-02-17 06:31 pm
We chased our pleasures here
WHO: The Shade and YOU!!
WHERE: Around the City
WHEN: The Week of 2/17-2/22
WARNINGS: Snobs! (None that I can foresee)
SUMMARY: Classy fucks who are classy are around the City to hang out with
FORMAT: Tagger's Choice!
[ The City isn't really Shade's favorite place, but it does have its amusements. From the imports to the stirrings of the native population, there was always something to see, or do. Something that if not new, was at least a curiosity. It was difficult for him to find anything truly new, but he could see the difference in something that happened in his world to this, and he enjoyed watching.
Well, observing, and later writing about it. That was what bored, retired supervillains did, after all. He rarely intervened, but for the occasional time. A mugger who tried to rob someone who looked already rather down on their luck may find himself held to a wall, a pit of inky black while the mugee escaped, before he was released. No fanfare, no holding him for questioning. The thought crossed his mind to simply end it, take the gentleman out, but that would hardly be clean and swift, and from where he was at, there would be little cleanup, watching from high atop a building on the other side of the street.
Other nights he'd find himself in the bar, sipping a delicacy while sampling the fare. Some were better than others, of course, but he could hardly pick a favorite if he didn't try them all, yes?
And other days, when the sun was high, he could be found strolling in the parks, cane tapping against the still chilled concrete and people watching. There was always something to find, after all. }
WHERE: Around the City
WHEN: The Week of 2/17-2/22
WARNINGS: Snobs! (None that I can foresee)
SUMMARY: Classy fucks who are classy are around the City to hang out with
FORMAT: Tagger's Choice!
[ The City isn't really Shade's favorite place, but it does have its amusements. From the imports to the stirrings of the native population, there was always something to see, or do. Something that if not new, was at least a curiosity. It was difficult for him to find anything truly new, but he could see the difference in something that happened in his world to this, and he enjoyed watching.
Well, observing, and later writing about it. That was what bored, retired supervillains did, after all. He rarely intervened, but for the occasional time. A mugger who tried to rob someone who looked already rather down on their luck may find himself held to a wall, a pit of inky black while the mugee escaped, before he was released. No fanfare, no holding him for questioning. The thought crossed his mind to simply end it, take the gentleman out, but that would hardly be clean and swift, and from where he was at, there would be little cleanup, watching from high atop a building on the other side of the street.
Other nights he'd find himself in the bar, sipping a delicacy while sampling the fare. Some were better than others, of course, but he could hardly pick a favorite if he didn't try them all, yes?
And other days, when the sun was high, he could be found strolling in the parks, cane tapping against the still chilled concrete and people watching. There was always something to find, after all. }
whoops I guess there's another mugger later in the week
The victim had made her escape, leaving Spidey free to skitter down for a closer look.]
Well, I can't say you don't deserve it, buddy, but -- what is this stuff? [Ignoring the muffled protests of the mugger, he leaned in to peer at the substance. Then glanced around and up, trying to get a bead on the good Samaritan.]
there are always a million muggers
That was simply cruel, and he may be a deviant, but he was not a monster. Not truly.
He slid out of a wall, torso only, slipping out of the shadows as he tipped his hat. ]
I can tell you this, good sir. It's not that delightful white substance I just saw you swing in with.
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I think you'd better quit while you're ahead, don't you?
[He turns back around just in time to see the man in fancy dress lean... right out of the wall. It's only slightly startling -- he's seen weirder.]
Yeah, no offense, guy, but "delightful white substance"? Not a description I need to hear applied to my webbing ever again.
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Ah yes, he supposed it could be taken that way. Well, never mind that. ]
My apologies. It seems you have a filthier mind than an old friend of mine. Although, I must say that calling it simply webbing lacks a certain...something.
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Anyway, right now I'm a little more interested in how your uh, stuff works. [He peers at the empty brick where the mugger used to hang.] Iss it a connection to the Darkforce Dimension or something? I knew a guy like that once, though he was a little more The CW than BBC. I guess when you choose a codename like "Cloak," your costuming options are self-limiting...
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I suppose that's relatively accurate. I call it shadow fabric, if you must know. [ Not that he knew a gentleman named Cloak, but he didn't know this guy either, so it would be safe to say he was someone from another dimension. ]
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[Clearing his throat:] So, I haven't seen you 'round these parts before. New in town, or just good at -- [he gestures around at the evening darkness--] keeping on the down low?
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[ he drug a finger along the disappearing darkness, drawing a globule of the shadow fabric left over, moving it between two gloved fingers, like he was inspecting it. Oddly, while it clung to the fabric, it never seemed to soak in. ]
Would you believe I've been here nearly a year?
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[ He tipped his hat, slightly, as if it were an introduction. ]
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[ He honestly couldn't imagine the sort of powers that would lead someone to call themselves a name like Spider-Man. ]
You may call me the Shade, and it's quite the pleasure.
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The Shade -- that's classy. I've gotta say it works for you.
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[ It was light, but who said they had a name for that long? Ages, maybe, but generations was a bit more specific. ]
Tell me then, Spider-Man, other than the webs, what other powers does a man have to give him that sort of moniker?
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Ooh, if we're doing show and tell, you can go first. [He backflips onto the wall and perches there with his soles on the wall and his elbows resting on his knees. Head tilted to the side with some irony -- yes, he knows what he did there.]
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Well then. ]
What can I say, boy? You saw most of it, I'm afraid.
[ He stepped back into the wall, a pool of shadows forming, and then dissipating, before he reappeared somewhere closer to Spidey, propping himself out of the wall, and he tipped his head. ]
Shadow manipulation and immortality greatly limits what I can be called, you see.
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Immortality, huh? Lemme guess -- you were wearing top hats before it was cool.
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Or rather, when it was the standard, so I suppose I wore them when they were "cool" the first time.
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... Though, to be fair, that's probably because he was a Canadian lumberjack. Aaaand unwanted mental image to go with the inevitable musical reference, joy of joys.