http://enochiass.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
enochiass.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
capeandcowllogs2011-09-17 05:32 pm
enochiass.livejournal.com) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-09-17 05:32 pm
all my riches in the company van
WHO: Bayonetta and you!
WHERE: Just generally around the City! Specify a place and she'll probably have been there, no worries.
WHEN: The late hours of 9/16 - early hours of 9/17.
WARNINGS: Aside from Bayonetta in general, nothing? Will update if necessary.
SUMMARY: Bayonetta does a little recon. This means there are animals and shit all up in your windows and down your streets. Feel free to be all "hey I'm Character A and what the fuck is this bird doing staring in my window get out" or "good goddamn was that a panther on the roof"; I'll adjust!
FORMAT: Action to start, anything afterwards!
[skulking around rooftops is only entertaining for so long, and avoiding the various other nighttime patrollers gets tiresome. on this particular night she's feeling frisky; the normal routine won't do.
so tonight, there's a little extra weirdness here and there - mostly an unnaturally colored crow wearing a bright golden medallion on its head. it sits on balconies and stares into windows, and while it's a weird-looking thing, it mostly moves on of its own accord relatively quickly unless shooed. then it caws and pecks like a vindictive little bastard. sometimes it follows people in a creepy, cognizant of it being creepy fashion.
much more rarely, though, there's a panther. it's black and red and heavily decorated with gold jewelry, and it prowls around empty streets and alleys doing what panthers do, which is generally being kind of scary as fuck. it doesn't generally do much but growl at anybody who walks up on it, though, and tends to run off if spotted. but it stares - and if chased, tends to make a game of things. an exhaustive, mildly terrifying game, but a game nonetheless.
and then, sometimes, one of these animals just finds a nice spot to settle, and then it isn't an animal at all anymore - it's a woman again, a moonbather, lounging around and enjoying the night air.]
WHERE: Just generally around the City! Specify a place and she'll probably have been there, no worries.
WHEN: The late hours of 9/16 - early hours of 9/17.
WARNINGS: Aside from Bayonetta in general, nothing? Will update if necessary.
SUMMARY: Bayonetta does a little recon. This means there are animals and shit all up in your windows and down your streets. Feel free to be all "hey I'm Character A and what the fuck is this bird doing staring in my window get out" or "good goddamn was that a panther on the roof"; I'll adjust!
FORMAT: Action to start, anything afterwards!
[skulking around rooftops is only entertaining for so long, and avoiding the various other nighttime patrollers gets tiresome. on this particular night she's feeling frisky; the normal routine won't do.
so tonight, there's a little extra weirdness here and there - mostly an unnaturally colored crow wearing a bright golden medallion on its head. it sits on balconies and stares into windows, and while it's a weird-looking thing, it mostly moves on of its own accord relatively quickly unless shooed. then it caws and pecks like a vindictive little bastard. sometimes it follows people in a creepy, cognizant of it being creepy fashion.
much more rarely, though, there's a panther. it's black and red and heavily decorated with gold jewelry, and it prowls around empty streets and alleys doing what panthers do, which is generally being kind of scary as fuck. it doesn't generally do much but growl at anybody who walks up on it, though, and tends to run off if spotted. but it stares - and if chased, tends to make a game of things. an exhaustive, mildly terrifying game, but a game nonetheless.
and then, sometimes, one of these animals just finds a nice spot to settle, and then it isn't an animal at all anymore - it's a woman again, a moonbather, lounging around and enjoying the night air.]
no subject
[Raphael was on patrol; he does that. A lot. It was a good time for it as he was moving from roof to roof before dropping down to the street level, making his way down a fire escape in a way that shuold never have been that quiet, but certainly was.]
[He was just straightening from the crouch he'd landed in when he found something... quieter then he is and blends even better in the dark when you're not expecting a friggin' panther.]
Great googly moogly.
... nice kitty?
no subject
well, she'd seen weirder things. so after a brief moment of surprise she shoots him a look - an intimidating one, hopefully, and the red eyes have to help - before moving to pass him on by at an easygoing skulk. not a lot of people try to follow panthers.]
no subject
[...he does not, however, have enough sense to not follow it -- at a careful distance -- to at the mouth of the alley and then peer down the street after it. Is it going to eat people? Curious turtles need to know!]
no subject
Least of all him.
The program's sensors should have detected the creature. And they did. Eventually. But everything was duller here, no system to tap into and synchronize with, no humming paths of data to link into. Even his own scans seemed less effective, less useful. Or maybe there was just less for them to detect.
By the time he pinpointed the shadow in his periphery, Rinzler was well aware it had likely been there for some time. A small creature. Black. Strangely textured. Some kind of gridbug? But it wasn't meandering, wasn't randomly chewing data. It was following. Watching.
Rinzler didn't turn, didn't react to its presence. The program's hand twitched back towards his empty disk port before stilling with quiet fury. He reached down for a baton, instead.]
no subject
but even following people gets boring after a time; eventually there's a loud caw behind him, a quiet ruffling of feathers as she settles just within arm's reach. curious what he'll do.]
no subject
But then there's a noise. Motion. And the creature closes, settles nearby. Deliberate. He could lash out, a quick strike—damage, likely derezz. Rinzler doesn't doubt he's fast enough. But the approach puzzles him—particularly after so long of silent pursuit. Rinzler hesitates, helmet tilting, the unending corrupted rattle shifting faintly as he observes the creature more closely.]
no subject
...the door of a small balcony in some lucky, fantasy-reading, elf-fancying grad student's apartment opens to admit Zevran, still pulling his shirt on. He's preparing to lean thoughtfully on the railing and gaze out on the City when the gleam of gold catches his eye. He turns and looks at the bird.
When he smiles, there's a colder edge than usual to the expression.]
Are you a reminder, my feathered friend?
no subject
then it resettles itself on the balcony, puffing up almost indignantly at the edge in his smile. insulted!!]
no subject
Ah, forgive me. I don't really believe you a warning from my past. If I did, I would kill you here, no?
[He leans casually on the railing, smiling now.]
So tell me, if you can. Are you a messenger, the familiar of some witch? Or perhaps a beautiful woman in disguise?
[He jests, of course.]