(a bunch of people are pissed off.)

[ioudas]

WHO: cross marian (ioudas) and a bunch of people who are pissed off at him (& maybe a new friend!)
WHERE: around the city
WHEN: saturday morning - sunday night
WARNINGS: once again, cross
SUMMARY: Cross is finally back in the City, not without consequence.
FORMAT: quick.



(He doesn't want to be back in the City, but he doesn't feel like he should be anywhere else. Since his travels to the many water worlds weren't all that adventurous (who knew that some things didn't change), he was restless. He couldn't stay at home because timcampy had taken to watching his every move and even when he was out, he was sure that the tiny gold golem was watching him.

So, he set out to do what he always does as a consequence of his bad decisions- make more of them.)

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[ropedin]

[ His hood tipped, and Hooded Justice let off something that could almost be amused. Almost, before he stepped forward yet another step. ]

I am not American. Your insults are flying broad, and attest to your guilt.

[ His accent, while faint, eluded to perhaps a much more sinister sort of opinion, if a stereotype were to be believed, at least, if he could put together when HJ was from, perhaps. ]

[ioudas]

I want you to look at me and tell me that I look I care.

(Cross really doesn't. At this point, he really does want to lose the other man and pick up that very nice lady that's hanging outside the club and have very wild (protected) sex in the bathroom.)

Can I go? Or is this going to go a while?

[ropedin]

[ The head underneath the hood tipped, like he was cracking it, even though there was no sound, his hand meeting his own fist with the soft thud of cloth on cloth.

Yes. It was really just what he needed. ]

You shouldn't have committed crimes, if you had plans.

[ Succinct, really. ] You can't be left to go free.

[ It was minor, but even minor crimes needed dealt with. This city was so rotted from the inside out that one had to take every abscess and cut it out. ]

[ioudas]

(He knew what was going to happen next and he slowly prepared himself for it. Even though he was tall and all limbs, decades of fighting had honed Cross into the sort of man that would kill someone with his bare hands should he need to.)

It isn't in the Bible: thou shalt not pretend to tell the future and steal money from a mobster in order to build a pool in your apartment.

(Or was it? He didn't know.)

Listen, all I want is a pint. Why are you dragging this out?

[ropedin]

Thou shall not steal is.

[ If they were to bring up the bible. ] You're still violating some laws even without the holy book's guidance.

He stepped once more forward. ]

No offense should be overlooked.

[ioudas]

There's a lot of stuff the Bible says that's really stupid. (a beat:)

So, what now? We fight to the death or what?

[ropedin]

Something like that.

[ Hooded Justice would, more like, be roughing him up. Or so he thought. He was a large, huge man, not just height, but bulk to his advantage. He didn't even bother with preamble, reaching out to grasp at his collar, and lift him from the ground. ]

[ioudas]

(Where Hooded Justice has strength, Cross has agility. He lets himself get lifted from the ground before wrapping his legs around Hooded Justice's waist and grabbing his head for a fierce headbutt.)

Don't make me get a headache before I'm hungover.

[ropedin]

[ The man was like a snake, wrapping himself around his waist, and Hooded Justice felt a surge of indignation.

Thankfully, dealing with this was rather easy. He swung the hooded head back to avoid the majority of the blow from the headbutt -- even if it still struck home, and ached -- before he charged into a wall, trying to push the man straight in. Crush him, really. ]

[ioudas]

(the move surprises him and the fact that his headbutt didn't connect annoys him. his temper is flaring, a barrel fire not too far from them goes up, a car window breaks and the sounds of car alarms ring in the air- the sensation of something forbidden happening might even settle on hooded justice.

cross feels it and he starts to worry, his magic is running rather rampant with his mood and coupled with his fears about things, he hasn't been quite in control lately.

he wraps a leg around hooded justice's neck, hands trying to turn it in another direction.)

[ropedin]

[ The sounds make HJ angry, and angry means there's the thrum of power thrumming underneath his skin. One he was starting to recognize, that meant people would get hurt, or at least that they would get angry.

Superpowers, they said. Fiction, he thought, but still, the familiar sensation didn't go away. He narrowed his eyes behind his hood, even while he felt his neck become coupled with a leg.

Now this, this was almost like something else. Hooded Justice knew how to handle that, and he squirmed, pulling back far enough so that he could slide out of the way, keeping the large swath of dark cloth over his head the entire time. He would not lose that.

Never that.

Even so, as soon as he had the space, he shoved a shoulder into his side, trying to take him down, or shove him into the brick wall behind them. ]

[ioudas]

(Cross grunts, trying to shove HJ down or something.)

Stop. (He breathes, he can feel that power and he knows something is going to go wrong.)

Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it. (Out there there's a barrel fire that goes out, under HJ a blue glow blazes bright.)

Stop it!