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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 9:44:04 GMT -5
The couple floated through the city, just exiting Park Row and heading out of East Gotham, crossing the bridge like balloons in the sky. Where you were born says a lot about who you are, and Summer, like himself, was not from around here. She didn’t grow up like him, but she certainly wasn’t the hardened criminal that he grew up as, but she also wasn’t weathered by Gotham’s depressing edges that it usually has on true born Gothamites. She seemed more chipper; maybe it was even a sense of wonderment of blissful ignorance—not a bad thing, but in city that has killed better men than himself, not a good thing either.
Mark continued to smile, as her closeness was only well invited. It was probably the first time since he arrived in Gotham he had the chance to even get this close with a woman. Although he hasn’t exactly been out much, and the last red head he encountered, he completely destroyed the clock tower she was living, as well as all her computers and pretty much whatever she had been working on and anything that was inside. The lease he hoped was that she had it insured. Still, impressing Summer made him feel better about himself. If not, only to just make someone’s day.
It was good that she was feeling better; Mardon was only interested in her mental state, wanting to know if she wasn’t shaken up by gunfire. Sure she wasn’t Gotham born, but she was tough, for what it was worth. Though, bringing up his Weather Wand, that always brought him in a pensive mood. “Oh, we’re having an exclusive?” He joked lightly before sighing, to get to the point he didn’t really want to get to. “It controls the weather as well as generates it to my needs. I can manipulate it in many ways. My brother made it, I perfected it. He-… he’s dead now. He had a heart attack.”
Weather Wizard drifted over a building and let themselves land gently on top of a sky scraper. Now the powerful winds were gone, he took off his mask, not being exactly privy to the idea of his identity so quickly stripped from him. Despite knowing that he was a stranger to Gotham, he thought a fresh start would help him figure out who he was outside of the Rogues, but he knew he wasn’t that strong.
“Summer, I don’t believe in black and white, good and evil. I think the world is filled with gray areas. I’ve revived deserts and planted crops with the proper weather conditions, and I’ve put entire cities in fear. I’ve helped people out of bad days and gave them my company, but I’ve also robbed my fair share of banks and museums. I do what I have to Summer, I do what I think is right, even if it’s not a good thing to do. Sometimes though, as I’ve learned, it’s the best thing to do.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 21:43:18 GMT -5
The questions only seemed to multiply as they continued to soar. She attempted to trace where she might have heard his name prior to their meeting and failed to catch it. Surely a man from Central City who paraded around in a raincoat with a wand causing weather-related murders and occurrences was not so easily concealed from the media world. “Was that the first person you have...." She struggled for the word, but she was sure it was implied. "...or have there been others?” She asked bluntly, though as sweetly as she could. Considering the fact that the only thing between her and death was his arms wrapped around her. Which reminded her of the possibility of falling once more and the redhead swallowed nervously.
Sucking in her cheeks briefly as his question, she might have shrugged if it were not for their current position. “I think I have every right to ask questions after everything that happened back there.” She stated, ending her sentence with a shaky breath. It was easier to talk about it when it came to calming her. Regardless of the fact she was still trembling from a unique mixture of excitement, adrenaline and fear, she wanted to know what was going on.
As he told her about the wand and a brief bit about his past, she attempted to be sensitive to the subject before she continued her questions. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up a touchy subject.” She paused briefly, taking in the scene at their feet. “Is it hard to control? I mean, can anyone work it or does it take some kind of practice or ability?”
A rooftop that was once in the difference became closer. As he sat her down, she stumbled slightly, reaching for her head as the dizziness quickly returned. Grabbing back onto him for a moment as she struggled to steady herself, she quickly released him and apologized when she found her footing. The lightheadedness continued, but now that the excitement had promise to die down she hoped she would return to her relaxed state. However, now deciding on her next move was a bit of a struggle. “That’s a very interesting way to look at things.” She admitted, “I guess that explains the mask.” Somewhat disappointed with his list of crimes, she could never understand what made it right, but at the same time she didn’t want to exactly piss off the man who had saved her from death.
Speaking of mask – was she supposed to keep his identity a secret? She was a reporter after all and that would certainly be a difficult process when she was sitting on such a hot story as it was. Of course, she wasn’t prepared to actually ask such a thing in fear of the answer.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 9:59:51 GMT -5
On the roof of what seemed to be a building with enormous letters spelling out “Sionis,” Mark simply walked over and leaned against the building’s rim. He was always prepared to handle thugs, but it wasn’t always that he ever actually rescued anyone. Mardon remembered asking Cold what it felt like doing “good” for a change, which he told him “It felt like the same, just without the reward.” For the first time, he could relate to it, as he didn’t see any future with the reporter. Not any good future, at least. “Yeah,” He started, looking out towards the city in an almost adoring manner, “you do have the right, Summer. The answer to your question is no, that’s not the first person I killed. From where I was standing, it didn’t seem like I had a choice anyway. He had a gun, and me? Well, I had this.” Mark said holding up his wand and swirling it around.
“It’s not hard to control. I’ve reworked my brother’s original design and streamlined it for my own use.” The skies opened up from Gotham’s usually dreary look, and he brought sunshine down onto the city; it almost looked like if the city was peaceful. The Weather Wizard only chose to ignore any more talk of his brother and focused on bringing the sun to Gotham in an unusual chance of good weather. “Only I can use it, if the wand scans that you’re not me, it will send deadly shocks through your body, and if you’re not The Flash, I doubt you’ll survive.” With that said, he spread his arms as wide as he possibly could and the clouds, smog, and smoke that shielded the metal and stone built nightmare. It could have possibly been the first time that the skies were completely clear, and anyone could look up and see just how bright the sun was, and how blue the skies were. As if Gothamites had forgotten how nature looked.
Mark let out a long sigh, and finally turned back to Summer; she still seemed to be in shock, never a good thing. “I’d like to think that I only use the mask to protect my eyes from the interesting weather my wand produces, but it does have other applications. When I put it on, people call me: Weather Wizard.” He wasn’t sure if she’d laugh at it, or actually be impressed; either way, if she’d stop shivering, it would be a win. Maybe the sunshine would help.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2015 16:18:13 GMT -5
The wind continue to whip her long, red waves as they stood on the top of the roof. Hugging herself because she was both chilly and still uneasy with how the situation had played out. She hoped he would not take her aggressive questioning the wrong way, but the petite redhead needed answers to console herself. Still, considering his valiant and unusual efforts to save her, she didn’t want to upset him by doing so. “I know, I mean. I could only imagine where or what I would be right now if it were not for you. And I do appreciate your help. You don’t even know me and you went out of your way to help me when you could have just….left me there – it’s just that…” Honestly she was at a rare loss for words. Each time she tried to get it out of her head she would recall the smell of the man’s barbequed flesh. Summer closed her eyes and took a deep breath so that she would not be sick.
Opening her eyes, she began to examine their surroundings. There was a door leading into the building with a thick chain around the handle. Cringing for a moment as he twirled the wand, it was understandable that she was afraid of a tool that she did not understand especially seeing as he had only watched it murder someone moments before. However, the beautiful view that he move to create caused the redhead to smile. The sunlight helped warm her shivering form as she simply stood there to bathe in the light. It was refreshing and reminded her of her home town. Summer inhaled deeply as the bright sun continued to provide her with the dose of light therapy that she needed. For a moment, the smell of the burnt man disappeared. If only it could look like this forever.
Her next question was instantly eliminated when he informed her of what might happen if someone tried to touch the wand. “How do you know that The Flash would survive? Has he touched it before?” That seemed like an interesting story in itself. Summer had never encountered the man, though she had mentioned him several times on her show.
The burnt smell temporarily returned and the young woman gagged, but she tried to distract herself from it. Honestly, she just wanted to just sit down and spend the entire day in the sunlight, but the dirty rooftop didn’t mix with the material of her designer skirt.
As he turned back to her, her eyes left the pretty skyline and returned to his. Arms still folded across her chest the smile did return to her face at his name. Summer couldn’t help but giggle. It was certainly was fitting, perhaps a bit too literal. Minus points for creativity, she began to reach into her bag once more. “Well, Weather Wizard, this story is certainly going to get me some great ratings.” The redhead informed, slowly returning to her old self now that she was on the verge of a new story.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 13:35:20 GMT -5
Mark looked over to Summer, she was obviously still in shock from the dead goon that had assaulted them, it only confused him; it made him wonder just how long she had been living in the city. The first day he moved in with Cold, he found a dead body in the alley, possibly a hobo that no one cared to clean up. Death was all around them in Gotham, and luckily—or maybe not so luckily—that thug had people to care for his body. “Surely, this isn’t the first person you’ve seen die in front of you. Is it?” Mark asked, now out of complete curiosity instead of sensitivity. The afterthought of his question made him realize that death isn’t a normal occurrence for normal people; civilians. She looked like she was going to puke.
Her face lighting up was a good feeling, he could tell that the sun meant something to her. It was an intimate, like a long lost lover just appearing at her doorstep. The coolness of the air still lingered, but the warmth of the sun was inviting, it was as if it wasn’t even there.
“Yeah, well he’s got an accelerated healing factor, so he can take the shock. Superman could take it too, but that’s beside the point.” The villain said looking down at his wand, before pocketing it in his raincoat. “It’s just not a smart idea to try and disarm me.”
If anything, he knew it was a silly name, he was well aware of it. It’s been so long since he first deemed himself “Weather Wizard” he was a younger man at the time, nearly fifteen years ago since he had chosen that and the name just now seemed to have stuck. It’s more of a relic than his actual name, he’s not entirely sure if he could come up with a better name now though. “If you need anything Summer,” he said approaching her now and reaching into his pant pocket, “you can give me a call.” Mark produced a card and handed it to her; it was a simple card, it had his name on it and his number in his own handwriting. Probably not a business card like Gleeson had, it still got the job done.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 2:02:06 GMT -5
Diverting eye contact, she tried to put on a brave face when she finally managed to look back up. Seeing as words had escaped her, she simply nodded in reply to his comment. “Reporting on it is much different than actually witnessing it.” The redhead admitted finally, still doing everything in her power not to dwell much on the image that seemed to be burned into her mind. He seemed so calm and collected about the whole thing, whereas she had been a hysterical mess. Blushing slightly when she referred back to her distressed form only moments ago, she felt silly for putting all of her emotions on the complete stranger.
She watched as he placed the device back into his pocket, managing a smile. “I’ll remember not to try.” Summer teased, the confidence slowly returning to her as time passed. Her stomach was still in knots, but she tried everything that she could to ignore the urge to throw up on his shoes.
As he handed her the card, she looked down at it for a moment before placing it within the contents of her purse. “Thanks again.” She replied genuinely, reaching into bag once more and pulling out her own card. “Same to you.” She replied as she handed it over to him. She had them professionally made with elegant little designs that she had selected personally. “My persona number is the second one. First one is my office.” While she wasn’t sure what he would need her particular services for, she felt obligated to do so. Then again, even the Batman had reached out to her on occasion for crimes with media related ties. Her resources made her valuable in such cases and a good ally to have when the opportunity arose.
notes:fin? <3
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2015 14:53:54 GMT -5
He looked down at the card, huffed to himself, a smile crept along his face. "Cute." Mark simply said and put the card in his chest pocket and zipped it up to keep it safe. "I'll call you if I need my story told, and you call me if you need an interesting story." The villain said stepping back up to the edge of the building. "Deal?" He asked putting on his mask once again and wind began to circle around him; causing his coat to act as a cape blowing in an almost heroic way.
Weather Wizard remembered a while back Cold explained that he saw someone holding up a pawnshop owner at gunpoint, not wanting any trouble, he just froze the guy solid. Like he was some kind of do-gooder. Remembered Cold saying it felt the same as committing a crime but with no payoff.
Mark looked at Summer for a moment, understanding what he meant, but disagreeing with the outcome. He felt the payoff wasn't in the money; he could have swore this is what the Flash felt like from time to time. Possibly, all the time.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2015 15:46:33 GMT -5
She couldn’t help but manage a shaky laugh at his comment to her card. “Cute?” She asked, “Because that is what every woman wants to hear.” The feisty redhead replied. She was beginning to fade back into her own self and leave the terrified version behind. She even smiled at the mention of a story. “Sounds like a plan.” The redhead replied, giving him a little wave before turning toward the building’s entrance.
She proceeded to fix her hair from her wind-swept adventure. Her head was still reeling with questions and she contemplated her next move. The facts raced through her head. Her car was totaled, she was now a target of one of the most infamous Gotham families and she just met a man who could control the weather.
What a day.
notes:Then end <3 So much fun!
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