10880/Playing with Dollies

Playing with Dollies
Date of Scene:	26 January 2020
Location:	South Hinkley, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Kory, exploring Gotham, finds the strange living doll Hisoka after murdering a would-be rapist. They talked, and she promised to find him a magic-user.
Cast of Characters:	Hisoka Akiyama, Starfire

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Hisoka Akiyama has posed:
White.

This is the word that would immediately enter somebody's mind from how the majority of the city is blanketed in freezing, glittering snow but in Gotham's case, dirty snow!

Deep within an alleyway, a woman scream can be heard coming from aforementioned alleyway with demands for the woman to strip down, also to give up a purse to sate his certain urges, the man wearing heavily tattered clothes has his right hand clasped against the homeless woman's throat, a wicked grin on his lips, showing his teeth long yellowed from years of drugs, plus smoking.

Unknown to them that there's a lost entity arriving from the opposite end of the alleyway, those glowing phantasmical white irises narrow upon the pair, not to rescue them but to ask a curious question, it's only time until the strange doll-like entity steps into light projected by a large neon sign hung on a wall, casting faint pink hue over his body, his red painted lips already quirked into a quizzical smile, drawing a strange stare from the pair, mostly the man with the woman hyperventilating, staring at the creature pleadingly.

"What the fuck are you? Halloween's long over, kid." The man spoke with a light grunt tossed Hisoka's way, with the doll boy chiming in with a cheerful tone. "Bonjour! Ai'm a lit-tell lost haire, could you tell me whaire's la magika wieldairs are at?"

The voice coming from the creature doesn't sound natural at all, no vocal cord, he sounds like an animal that learnt how to speak without even a tempo, leave alone cadence in his voice, his eyes darting side to side between at the pair, his head tilting at an askew angle as if listening to an invisible person.

"Oh! Momma wents me to ask, what are you doeng to le lady?~" He spoke with a singy-songy tone, nearing upon the pair, causing the woman to shudder at the disturbing sight under assumption that he's going to kill her, then him next.

Without even wasting time, the man pulls back away from the woman and takes aim at the doll-like entity's face, firing off a shot; the bullet tore right through the creature's skull, causing his skull to snap back, sending fragments and black sludge-like matter splattering all over the wall behind himself with a sickening crack but the creature stands there, without even a face. Thick writhing mass of black tendrils creep down from his face, marring the front of his dress shirt black, the creature immediately bolts straight for the man, bringing his right wooden hand around, which came free from the large sleeve meant to conceal such hand, large bladed digits gleaming upon emerging from the sleeve with a wet squelch of the blades cutting cleanly through the man's chest before his hand drops, slicing through his body from neck down, akin to a bacon shredder, rousing a loud shriek out of the woman from the traumatic sight.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r doesn't normally visit Gotham City. The Batman isn't fond of those of her power level on 'his' turf, but she wanted to visit Nightwing. So she was going along, leaving a contrail of fire in the sky - then hears a scream. So she changes course and lands on the street. She's wearing a yellow sundress with shorts underneath, completely inappropriate for the weather but it doesn't seem to bother her. She's about to enter the alley when she hears... gunshots. She decides to hurry and enter the alley just in time to see the man get literally torn to shreds. She lifts her hand, which is glowing with emerald light, and simply asks one question as she looks between the golem... or whatever... the corpse, and the tattered woman. "Did he deserve it?" She's pointing at the 'golem', hand glowing with emerald light - obviously it's a threat.

Hisoka Akiyama has posed:
Hisoka 's sleeve is now thoroughly caked in gore, the splatter radius is pretty much large so the front of the doll's shirt, shorts, and everything else are marred with rapidly cooling crimson essence."Yuh-huh! He shot me een la face, and 'e was copeng a feel from la poair lady, Ai askéd 'im whaire Ai can find a pairson who can wield magic zo Ai can lairn from zem, 'e proceedéd to shoot me een le face." The magic-induced regeneration kicks in, reconstructing Hisoka's face bit by bit, fragment by fragment until it's nice and smooth again, the white rings dart towards the woman, piping up with a cheerful tone. "Okie dokie lokie, 'e's dead now. You can run awai screameng! If you went!"

The poor woman is just frozen in her tracks like a deer in headlights, the homeless woman in rags awkwardly shuffles away from them with her back flat against the grimy brick wall with a line of yellow left behind in snow. Once given enough distance, she'll run away from them out of the alleyway and into the horizons. Going, going, gone!

Hisoka turns his head, canting his head to stare at the messy remnants of what was once a man, tugging his gore caked sleeve back over his heavy hand, concealing it as best as he could, and he looks back up to the sundress wearing orange alien, giving her a frantic wave. "I'm Hisoka! Othair's Reika, she's inside zis vezel! What eez zis place anywais? A lot of crimes haire... non wairse than what you're waiyaireng though, that's fair summair tim."

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r frowns. "I'm having a hard time understanding you," she states softly. She points down at the mess and fires a beam of green energy which bsaically vaporizes the mess. "This is Gotham City. It is, to quote a movie, a wretched hive of scum and villainy." She then states, "I know one who uses magic. My friend Raven. But before I take you there, I'd need to know more about you. It's so hard to understand you - I know most Earth languages if you'd rather speak something you can get out better." She then looks at you. "Also, the Batman is not fond of murder in his city so... I suggest you not do that again. Nonlethal means would be preferable."

Hisoka Akiyama has posed:
Hisoka watches the mess get reduced into nothing with a large patch of melted snow left behind with a curious stare, deciding to speak with a clear accent, even though he's rather fond of the accent he picked up from his years of being in France. "Batman..? A vampire? Or.. uhh, is he a mutation of both? Like... born wrong?" He carefully plucks a rebar from a corner of the alleyway to poke at the ashes, toying with it mostly out of curiosity. "What was that? Was that magic? Can you teach me? And how would I do this.. nonlethal thing? Killing them would be quicker, and they won't repeat, plus I get to keep them once their meat vessels expire." Them, as in souls. The rebar is abruptly dropped with snow muffling the collision of the rebar hitting asphalt. "What do you want to know about me?"

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r states, "Batman is a the guardian of this town. He is not a mutant nor is he a vampire. But you do not want to be on his bad sign." She then sighs softly. "I need to know if you're a good perosn, or a monster. I'm leaning towards 'ends justify the means' which... I understand, truly..." She sighs softly as she looks at you. "So... ummmm....." She shakes her head. "Ummmm.... I'm just wanting to make sure I can trust you around my friends."

Hisoka Akiyama has posed:
Hisoka permits his age to bleed through, dropping the stupid act with a smile still resting on his lips. "Both, I suppose. I'm neither good or bad, but I don't go out of my way to look for mayhem, destruction, and the like, my only goal is to learn various kinds of magic, and spells so my mother may fulfill her goal." And he proceeds to begin scrawling into the brick wall left of them with his index claw, effortlessly cutting through bricks, just something for him to do to keep himself preoccupied. "I suppose you can trust me."

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r hmmmmmmms softly as she looks at you. "Don't cut too deeply - you don't want to damage the building please." She ponders softly. "Who or what is your mother?" she asks curiously as she moves closer. Not really worried about this golem - she's pretty sure she could take him if she had to. "And can you use magic right now? Could you show me something?"

Hisoka Akiyama has posed:
Hisoka does as told, flicking his claw out of the deep gouge, and he drops his hand back down onto the ground, he doesn't bother keeping them lifted off the ground, at least not yet, soaking his sleeves with melting snow, causing crimson to run into pure whiteness of snow. "We were humans, we got murdered by bandits a long time ago, she bound our souls to this vessel, and we killed the bandits. She was a dollmaker. Now, we do not know much magic, or even many spells, I can manipulate ecotplasm inside this vessel, and regeneration automatically kicks in. And claws, they can cut through pretty much anything, including tanks as if they're paper." A index finger blade flicks free from within his right sleeve, showing the glowing runic etchings layering both sides of the index claw, which are easily visible in the darkness. "So, no fanciful magic, I'm afraid."

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r nods. "Intersting. Oh, before you ask, what you saw me do isn't magic. I absorb solar radiation - and I can 'fire' it as a weapon that I call my starbolts. It's just... energy transfer. Not magic." She then murmrus, "Your story is sad. Almost as sad as mine - for my evil sister conspired with our enemies to kill our parents, ruin my homeworld, and send me to prison for no fault of my own." She shrugs.

Hisoka Akiyama has posed:
Hisoka gives a small shrug of his shoulders in response to Koriand'r's statement. "I don't see anything so sad about it, I don't feel hunger anymore, I don't feel fear anymore, I don't need to go to bathroom, and I can interact with the physical realm. Regardless, I'm sorry to hear about your sister and your parents, but I'm sure they're in a better place." He said with a polite incline of his head.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r nods. "My parents are in the arms of X'Hal. And once I see my sister - she will be... about like that guy was," she states, gesturing to the pile of ashes. "Tell you what. Where do you normally hang out? I can let my mage friend know to come here. Would rather not bring an unknown quantity to where I live for now." She then blinks. "No offense intended of course. But you did make a spectacularly bad first impression."

Hisoka Akiyama has posed:
Hisoka lets out a small snort in amusement at the notion of 'hanging out'. "People usually shoot and attack me when I'm out and about, but the consquence is that they die, nothing more. Nothing less. Not because I refuse to employ non-lethal means, but because I have no was of employing non-lethal method. If I hit a person with my hand or arm, their skull gets caved in or their bones shatter from the blow, tearing through their internal tissues. Claws, they cut through them. So I do not 'hang out' as often, and I do not have a home, I just dwell in abandoned homes, or apartments during day time."

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r just nods slowly. "If you have a favorite hideout, I can have Raven find you." She shrugs slowly. "I'm sure that she could sense your essence or whatnot. Regardless, I must be off. Try not to murder anyone else tonight." She then kicks off and starts to fly away.