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Last Edit: Jul 29, 2011 22:54:53 GMT -5 by canary
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Post by canary on Jul 29, 2011 22:50:17 GMT -5
Canary perched herself on one of the archaic gargoyles as she peered out at the city below her. Her domino mask was secured tightly on her flawless face, just enough to keep her identity hidden without hindering her eye sight. Her leather biker jacket was pulled tightly over her shoulders to keep her warm in the cool night air, and for added protection in a fight. She had left her bike in an alley over by one of the dive bars owned by one of the ex-con’s she had ‘spoken’ with a few months ago. She couldn’t exactly bring her bike up on rooftops, after all.
She continued to watch the streets below her as men and women scrambled across alleyways and onto corners. Prostitutes leaned into open windows of Mercedes’ and BMW’s belonging to city officials of every level while drug dealers sat parked near a decrepit playground, waiting for their next customer. It disgusted her. Dinah knew what her mother had fought for, but it hurt her heart to think that it was in vain. Her mother could only do so much good; she was only human. But then again, so was the Batman and the Bat-family, and they had done more for this city than anyone else. As had the Wayne family, which they continued to do so. It just never seemed to be enough.
Dinah had been patrolling on her own for a couple of months now and had yet to run into any member of the Bat-family. Batman had been seemingly absent and Nightwing and Batgirl seemed to have been busy trying to pick up the slack he had left behind. Therefore, she had seemingly fallen under the radar. Not that she minded. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. She had just looked forward to meeting another vigilante. The way her mother had always described them was like a second family.
Just was she was about to put a stop to the drug dealing, she heard a slight ruffling behind her. She turned slowly, searching for whoever was trying to sneak up behind her. “I can melt your brain without even touching you. You might as well just show your face.”
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Post by question on Jul 29, 2011 23:39:29 GMT -5
An that ruffling would have been his trench coat, even in the summer he wore it. Made from a bullet proof polymer, stopped all hand guns an several shot guns, but nothing else. Getting shot meant one hell of a bruise after words.
"Can't, Don't have one" Question said as he moved closer to her, "Face I mean, Melting my brain would be a waste" he sated in a calm monotone voice, only a bit of sarcasm leaked through. He looked down over the edge of the roof, seeing the possible target. He knew what was going on, an possibly what she wanted to do.
"If you tail him instead of taking him out, he'll lead you to the source. Why stop a symptom when you can catch the source?" He asked almost rhetorically, knowing that it made a bit more sense.
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Post by canary on Jul 30, 2011 12:05:44 GMT -5
Dinah stared at the faceless man before her, studying him carefully. The trench coat seemed a little over kill considering it wasn't that chilly, but considering this city's population of masked vigilantes, the costumes were going to sometimes be... curious.
She let her eyes drift back down to the streets below at the drug dealers she had intended to take down before glancing back at the vigilante before her. "I never really thought of it like that. Thanks for the tip." She stepped towards him carefully, crossing her arms in front of her.
"So, do you always sneak up behind possibly armed vigilantes or just special ones?" She hadn't heard of any faceless vigilante from her mother's stories and as she had yet to run across a fellow vigilante, she had no clue who this man might be. "I'm afraid you have me at a bit of a loss. Should I be ready to fight you or fight with you?"
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Post by question on Jul 30, 2011 14:23:35 GMT -5
Vic only stared at her for a moment, What a peculiar question to ask someone who had more than ample time to stab one in the back. what Question knew about her was that Dinah was the daughter of the original Black Canary an inherited the same super sonic cry. Rumored to be able to turn ones brains into scrambled eggs.
"As long as you don't hit me First," That should have been a clue that they were on the same side here. "I sneak up behind anyone hanging about on a roof."
Question Glanced over the edge of the building again towards the Dealer below. "Let him run out an follow him back to the source, you'll have a nice haul. Though its the black Vans you need to be worried about right now not him." For one all of his conspiracy knowledge was coming in handy. Though he wasn't aware if Canary knew about the Details of what was going on in the city currently. It was only a gesture of good will that he would tell her, thats if she would believe him.
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Post by canary on Jul 30, 2011 15:05:05 GMT -5
Black Canary studied him carefully while considering his advice. So, he apparently was a vigilante. She had suspected as much. He didn't have the look or feel of one of Gotham's rogues. He was interesting, to say the least. "Black vans? You chase a lot of these down?" She looked back at the thugs as they handed a dime bag to a kid who couldn't have been more than thirteen. It killed her to see them feeding on the young like that.
Dinah looked back at the prostitutes, watching each girl proposition a different man. She noticed how a few of them flinched when their potential John's got too close to them. It saddened her to see them forced to sell themselves to make some semblance of a living. Of course, not all of them were doing it because they hated it. Some of these women needed the drug money. They didn't get sympathy from the Black Canary.
"So, what do you know about these drugs and dealers? You know who's supplying them? Who's distributing?" She looked at his faceless face curiously before moving closer to him, leaning on a ledge next to him so that she could see him and the city below without having to turn back and forth. She needed to pay attention to both events.
While a lot of the vigilantes in this city had made their mark fighting the big named rogues, Dinah was more interested in taking down the mob and the drug dealers; just as her mother had. Taking drugs and the mob off the streets gave the citizens more solace and the police more time to focus on the big name baddies. That was her intent.
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Post by question on Jul 31, 2011 18:08:53 GMT -5
"Watching them for now, the government is trying to clean up this city." He was talking about the vans more or less. "No one in or out. We're all stuck here. An whats worse, when they are done going after the rouges they are going to come after us. " Or at least thats what all the hard ground evidence pointed to.
"Crime families more than likely",but of course they would never be connected to it. "but here soon, they will all run out, not only of their drugs but materials needed to craft it. Supples to every one have been cut off. Its only a matter of time" Question spoke soberly.
Vic knew that it would be no good to take out the street level thugs, they were expendable by nature, easily replaced within hours more than likely.
"Keep an eye on them, when they move follow. When they resupply, Strike, take a whole chain down at once"
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Post by canary on Jul 31, 2011 18:43:15 GMT -5
She looked at him curiously. Take down the mob bosses, just like that? Didn't vigilantes follow, then gather intel, then attack once they have a solid attack plan? She didn't remember her mother ever regaling her in stories of rushing in head first and hoping for the best. Then again, she was new to this. "So, just like that? You always go in alone with no plan?"
Canary watched as the men darted into a darker portion of the dilapidated playground, barely visible from their distance. They seemed to be huddling up to come to a general consensus about something. This was typically when she would strike. Take them down one by one and hang the last man up side down from one of the trees until he told her what she wanted. If that didn't work, the Canary Cry from a distance usually did.
"But if you take out all the mob bosses, then all the street thugs just start going solo or creating their own gang and anarchy ensues. At least with the mob there's structure." She just imagined what kind of trouble it would cause if all of the mobsters were gone and every thug in Gotham was ripe for the picking for Joker or Riddler or Two-Face... Anarchy wouldn't even be able to describe the mayhem.
Either way, she wasn't going to argue with the mystery man. "I prefer taking down the mob, but in Gotham they seem to be like the smaller threat, especially with the FBI crawling around everywhere. I'm waiting for them to come after us."
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Post by question on Jul 31, 2011 23:49:59 GMT -5
Question turned his faceless features towards her, "I'm always five steps ahead of the competition" He said a bit arrogantly. "but plans don't always work out, its best to have a start an a finish in mind, Leave the middle ground open, nothing is set in stone"
He turned his attention back to the people at hand on the streets below. "must have seen one of us" he spoke lightly. About her comment on the nature of dealers, not always true "their disorganization makes them easier to take down for any one, plus it deters another from trying, hypothetically."
"the Question is, When will they come after our kind, not if" In other words he was agreeing with her. Vic knew they needed to be prepared when that happened.
"however, They are dealing in a playground, Praying on kids... Burns me up..." It only slightly reminded him of his childhood in Hub city, where such sights were common. Question wasn't going to let his slowly rising anger get the better of him an lead to a momentary lapse of judgment.
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Post by canary on Aug 1, 2011 15:19:34 GMT -5
Dinah smiled, nodding her head at his 'our kind' comment. She was one of the vigilantes. It felt so good to hear that. "What's being done about the FBI? Anything? I mean, I know they're technically the good guys, but this is ridiculous."
She looked back at the guys below as they piled into their vans, apparently ready to take off. This was it. Her time to follow. She looked over to her left, spotting her bike which was waiting to take her on a chase after them. "You up for a chase?" She didn't know this guy really well, but how well could you get to know someone with a secret identity?
"We could take them out together. After all, it was your idea to follow them." She gave him a genuine smile before looking back down as she heard the revving of engines as the thugs started their vehicles.
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Post by question on Aug 1, 2011 17:47:31 GMT -5
"Nothing, When they step out of line, I don't know if anyone other than my self will have the will to do something about it. " Vic continued to watch the people. His car however was not the most practical at the moment.
"You take the Low road?" Vic said tilting his head to the side with a mischievous smirk that would never be seen. If his math was right, It would be easy enough for him to keep up with the cars an the other vigilante following from the roof top.
Then again it wouldn't be the first time that he had done such a thing. Question didn't give it a chance for reply as he took off like a shot in the dark across the roofs in pursuit.
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Post by canary on Aug 2, 2011 16:11:47 GMT -5
Black Canary considered his words carefully before looking back at him. "I'd help you fight the FBI. I have the will to do so." She gave him a gentle, sincere smile. She was a vigilante and she would not stand idly by and watch the FBI tear Gotham limb from limb. This was her city, too. It didn't belong to the FBI or the crazies.
"I've never been one for the 'high road'. I prefer my Harley. She's my baby." She watched as he took off across the rooftops, entertained by his enthusiasm. In response, she did a back flip, descending off different ledges until she landed on her bike perfectly, taking off after the van.
Swerving in and out of Gotham traffic, she was able to keep up with the van until it reached its destination; an abandoned warehouse near the docks. She pulled her bike over into one of the alleys, looking up to the rooftops for her fellow vigilante before looking back at the van. She didn't want to lose sight of the thugs.
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Post by question on Aug 2, 2011 22:35:59 GMT -5
It was a reassuring to know that he was now not the only one willing to attack the F.B.I. Question knew that Helena would talk him down from going after the whole system alone. He pondered the thoughts of possibly having more than just a few people on his side to retaliate.
He continued lithely across the roof tops towards what he could tell was the direction to the docks. It was all to easy for Vic to keep track of the turns of the truck.
He paused when he noticed the van pulled to a halt outside the warehouse. Before they even got out of the van Vic placed a well calculated jump from the roof of the warehouse to the hood of the Van. Remembering to bend his knees to absorb the impact of the force that was not directed to the soft metal of the hood.
Now it was just mere seconds before they scattered.
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Post by canary on Aug 3, 2011 11:53:49 GMT -5
Dinah watched as he landed on the van and startled each of the men inside. She was at the perfect distance to use her Canary Cry and render them unconscious, but with her faceless companion so close to them she didn't want to risk it. Instead, she ran up to the first thug who toppled out of the van, delivering a kick to his jaw that sent him reeling into unconsciousness. "Nice entrance." She smiled at the Question before turning her attention to the thugs who were dispersing like roaches in light.
She hadn't realized there had been so many men in the van until they were all out, ready for a fight. Canary squared off with two of them, blocking punches and taking a few from them before throwing a few kicks their direction. She somersaulted over their heads and pulled one into a sleeper hold, dragging him backwards while holding on to him until he lost consciousness.
She lunged forwards towards the second thug, exchanging blows with him until delivering a kick to the side of the head that knocked him out. She looked back towards Question, wondering how he was faring.
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Post by question on Aug 3, 2011 17:55:30 GMT -5
Vic torqued to the side on the hood of the van. Sending his leg into the panel of the open door. Slamming it back onto the driver who went down immediately. The passenger was already out an downed by a kick from Black Canary, which was nothing short of impressive.
Within moments he was off the metal of the van an on the pavement, delivering short, precise blows to the thugs For maximum damage with minimal effort.
Question smashed the heel of his hand into the jaw of one of the men, non lethal but enough to render the man unconscious. an possibly with the lovely consolation prize of a fractured jaw. He blocked several frenzied untrained blows an snapped his elbow into his throat. The thug fell to his knees an Vic placed his foot into the man's chest knocking him over an pinning him to the ground.
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Post by canary on Aug 5, 2011 14:34:49 GMT -5
Dinah walked up next to the Question, looking at the unconscious bodies now littering the floor. It felt good to stretch her limbs and work her muscles out like that. She hadn't taken on anyone like that in a while. It was awesome. "So, who's next?" She gave him a soft smile before looking around for their next move.
Behind them was a large sail barge that seemed relatively unoccupied; all except for the small group of men surrounding one metal crate. It seemed that they were unloading drugs from the barge to supply the van. Of course, they wouldn't be getting any more drugs off that barge. Not after tonight.
Slowly, Black Canary worked her way up the ramp until she was hidden behind a metal crate about twenty feet from where the rest of the men were working. She looked back to Question, wanting to make sure he was following before she continued.
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