Skuld half laughed at the vigilante and shook her head, and started to look around, "Hmph... If we simply took for granted whatever we heard on the streets as being truth, you people would be looking for Jimmy Hoffa in Uruguay. So... I decided to come here myself to find out what the bloody hell happened... so I know whether to duck down or get the bloody hell out of this cesspool of humanity. You can just stand there and brood, if you like."
The hoodied goth pulled out a pencil flashlight and began to look around with it. Scouring the scene, something under heating runner along the wall catches her green gaze. Padding over, Skuld kneels beside the place highlighted by her pen light. A gloved hand carefully pulls the small object out in the light. In her hand was a small black metallic batarang with some dried blood on it. The hoodied goth turned her face toward Daredevil, "The game's a foot, I would say."
sonicpie1
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 1:03 am
"What is that? A batarang?"
Focusing as hard as he could he tried to sense what traces of the smallest factor of any material he could. Could this be the work of Batman or Robin? There's alot of people wielding Batarangs these days.
"Waitaminute, Let me see that. There's something on it besides all of that dried blood. It's a very, very small hint of cloth. If we could find out who threw this batarang, we could find out the entire story of what happened."
Skuld looked at the bat shaped throwing object to see about the fabric. The black material, which seemed to be ... pleather? or something like it ... was actually caught in the 'hook' of one of the wings. It was as if it was torn when the blacked metal was ripped out of someone. Skuld commented back, "This material seems to be on the 'receiving end', when this would have been pulled out of whoever this jabbed. Of course I could be completely wrong, I'm no expert." The hoodied goth handed the object over to Daredevil, "If you know anyone with any expertise in forensics, that will probably shed more light for you. Considering the device, I would guess that vigilantes of some kind raided this place. This seems to be balanced like a throwing star, but it's shape and apparent manufacture would point away from a group like the Yuzuka or the Hand. I would guess this is from someone's personal arsenal."
sonicpie1
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 11:44 am
"Might be another vigilante trying to protect him.." Daredevil put the batarang in his holster. "We should get out of here before more guards come. Thanks for the help, I guess." He gestured a sign of gratitude to Skuld before taking off through the window.
Skuld laughed again and followed Daredevil in his exit of the skyscraper. The hoodied goth went out the window and made a swan dive out into the night air. The redhead used her telekinesis to slow her descent to match Daredevil's departure. Hanging upside down to make the red-clad vigilante look 'right-side-up' to her, "So.... What are you planning next? And are you needing me around? I mainly ask this, because I figure that if I simply take off... you'd simply find me anyway."
sonicpie1
Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 2:43 pm
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. "You can tag along if you want, I'm not the one to say. I'm not sure where to start. I know only one person that uses a batarang and it's Batman.But I've only heard of him." Daredevil used the grappling hook on the side of the building and slowed his decent by sliding down the side as he got near the ground.
He looked at her "Any ideas where he might be, Riding Hood?"
Skuld rolled her eyes at the comment, "Oh lovely, I'm a character from a bloody Grimm Fairy Tale... Anyway, Batman is from Gotham City from the other universe. It seems to have taken the place of Hoboken, New Jersey across the waterway. I've been there briefly. One rumor from Gotham is that Batman has lost it and started killing criminals. Another rumor is that someone replaced Batman and went on a bloodly crusade. However, the man's distinctive vehicle was seen here at Fisk Towers. I take it from your line of thought that you're intending on hoping on the Jersey Turnpike to head to Gotham City, then?"
sonicpie1
Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 4:13 pm
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Skuld HJG
Thinking about it for a moment. Upon thinking he realized something, "I can't drive. I don't really have a way toget there."Daredevil never had a driver's license or a need to travel outside of New York. He's never really involved with the Avengers either.
Skuld chuckled again as she pinched her nose, "Oh, so now you need 'Little Riding Hood' to be your chauffeur. If I'm going to be 'Driving Miss Daisy,' it might look odd to fellow travelers on the Turnpike, if you're in your costume. And I think it would be very bad for us, if the police were called. Don't you think?"
The goth mage arched an eyebrow in amusement, regarding the blind vigilante, "So... what are we to do? Where do we go to get ready to a trip to Gotham... If you dare to?"
sonicpie1
Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 11:07 pm
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"Hah! You made a funny. I forgot to laugh." He said with a hint of sour. "We can do this right now. Nobody's around since the alarm scared them off."He pointed out to the wise guy in the hood. Daredevil removed his hood and put on his shades from the holster.
Skuld shrugged at Daredevil and flew a little closer, "Driving Miss Daisy it is. If you just follow me, Sir, I'll guide you to my POS rent-a-wreck and go. You get to pay for gas and .... food, I'm starving. Deal?"
sonicpie1
Skuld would have to pick up a compact car in Hell's Kitchen. If you wan to move both Skuld and Daredevil over to the 'New York' on your post, you may.
Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 1:15 am
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Skuld HJG
"Fine..." Daredevil began to follow her to a vehicle. He didn't really care stolen or not. He only carries 15 dollars with him everyday. He shouldn't tell the hoodied goth... Maybe being sneaky and all he could sell the contents in the cane.
Skuld chuckled as she flew, "Alright Daredevil, meet me on 422 West 51st in an hour. And I'll be your chauffeur for the evening. I'm going to grab a small suitcase; no idea how long we're going to be spending in Gotham. I highly suggest you do the same. Since I don't know you in civilian clothes, call me 'Skuld' when you spot me. Be seeing you, Daredevil."
With that, the hoodied goth flew off into the night....
[Exit Skuld to New York]
sonicpie1
See you in the New York forum
Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 9:10 pm
The Count crouched quietly atop of Fisk Tower. It hadn't been the easiest place and it was rather far outside of Gotham but Edmond hadn't spent very much time thinking things over before tailing Blackstone out of the city. He had sent Emily a quick text telling her that he was coming here but he hadn't heard anything in response. This was it, this was exactly where the tracker on Blackstone had gone dark. Edmond had monitored the exits and Blackstone had not gone out so the cell phone Edmond planted on Blackstone should have been picking up anything the man said. Edmond had a bullet shaped earpiece in to listen in on Blackstone's conversations but it was oddly quiet. Too quiet. Edmond was dressed in black cargo pants with combat boots on. He had a long sleeved lycra shirt on over that as well as his solid black, expressionless mask. On his back he held a quiver filled with various types of arrows and in his hand he held his bow. There was no way to get in without being clearly seen as a vigilante. Force was a last resort, and so Edmond sat quietly listening for anything Blackstone said.
The Count crouched quietly atop of Fisk Tower. It hadn't been the easiest place and it was rather far outside of Gotham but Edmond hadn't spent very much time thinking things over before tailing Blackstone out of the city. He had sent Emily a quick text telling her that he was coming here but he hadn't heard anything in response. This was it, this was exactly where the tracker on Blackstone had gone dark. Edmond had monitored the exits and Blackstone had not gone out so the cell phone Edmond planted on Blackstone should have been picking up anything the man said. Edmond had a bullet shaped earpiece in to listen in on Blackstone's conversations but it was oddly quiet. Too quiet. Edmond was dressed in black cargo pants with combat boots on. He had a long sleeved lycra shirt on over that as well as his solid black, expressionless mask. On his back he held a quiver filled with various types of arrows and in his hand he held his bow. There was no way to get in without being clearly seen as a vigilante. Force was a last resort, and so Edmond sat quietly listening for anything Blackstone said.
innocent_little_Rosie
/// Sorry, R.L has seriously eaten up my free time. Gonna try to get back into things though. X_X ///
And strangely... Blackstone didn't seem to have much at all to say. The line was silent, save for the echoing of the mans footsteps as he made his way down a hallway. Then the sound of large doors being pulled open. And then a small grunt of disgust.
"What a mess..." the man sighed quietly.
Blackstone stood in the doorway to Wilson Fisk's office. The room had been cleaned up, but it was still obvious that it had been utterly trashed beforehand. The large window was patched up and blocked. The floor and ceiling were riddled with bullet holes. Fisk's desk was shattered and splintered from said bullets. And the blood... whatever workers Fisk had apparently had never cleaned blood from a murder scene before. The marble was still stained... and the cracks around the floor of the desk were full of dried blood.
Carefully, Blackstone stepped farther inside. He didn't care about the surveillance... it wouldn't be able to see him anyway. After having made his way into the lobby, he managed to loose sight of the staff around a corner, and activated one of his more favored powers. Invisibility. All the cameras would see would be the elevator moving on it's own, as well as the doors. There was far too much for him to do here to simply be seen wandering around the Tower.
Unfortunately, he had no idea he was being followed or listened in on. If he had... he might not engage in his bad habit of muttering to himself.
"Well... safe to say that's where Mr. Fisk met his near fatal end. Good." he said, half snarling the last word.
Skuld half laughed at the vigilante and shook her head, and started to look around, "Hmph... If we simply took for granted whatever we heard on the streets as being truth, you people would be looking for Jimmy Hoffa in Uruguay. So... I decided to come here myself to find out what the bloody hell happened... so I know whether to duck down or get the bloody hell out of this cesspool of humanity. You can just stand there and brood, if you like."
