3849/Ocean Forests and Flightless Ogres

Ocean Forests and Flightless Ogres
Date of Scene:	10 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Savage Dragon, Harley Quinn

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Savage Dragon has posed:
Queens River Harbor is smothered in fog thats rolling in from the Atlantic Ocean. Dense as it is it makes the wharfs and docks look like a giant gray murky forest, here and there spires jut up out of the puffy canopies, masts, flags...

It's ghostly but also possessing it's own quality of beauty. A sight not unfamiliar to the Gothamites along these shorelines, somewhere far beyond it the Sun is trying to rise up in the East. Two hours or less and the harbor will be glowing in purples and oranges, right now, this is what all are enjoying.

Early risers are spaced out, one pier to the next or a vacancy, security stays all night but most are lazy, no need to enforce companies that pay for muscle or are mobster owned. Organize crime in Gotham, well known for being incredibly... organized. It only gets thrown sideways when nightstalking vigilantes or costumed maniacs want to toss out a monkey wrench or chattering explosive teeth.

There is a sound, it's an odd bay horn? No, something else entirely, a howling, an animal noise thats part rage and part despair as above the fog wall upon the Queens River Harbor something soars through the air like a bullet, color hard to distinguish at first, black, gray soon very green, entirely from head to toe and huge. It's rolling in an uncontrolled pinwheel, flipping wild groping hand and kicking feet only to CRASH down in to one of the third row pier 5 warehouses, a secured, locked away storage. The eruption of debris, heavy impact and crushed roof as that as that living projectile connects is LOUD. Enough so it turns several heads. This is Gotham though, this is a bad part of the docks, value your head? Look away, carry on.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Somewhere in murk of haze on the street that runs along the water's edge, there is an incessant sound. A chattering that starts, chitters, and dwindles, followed by a quick 'crik, crik, crik,' and the chittering begins anew, starting over the sequence again.

"C'mon, give it back, you've had your turn..." A painted up Harley, whose paint looks as though she's had a rough night, is reaching with grabby hands down toward someone or something much smaller. "GIMME IT."

"NO! You said I could--" begins the protesting gravelly voice.

"YOU. HAD. YOUR. TURN. Do you WANT me to call your Boss?" With a swipe, Harley snags a small set of chattering teeth, as the smaller creature slumps in defeat as the two walk along in the fog.

/Crik, Crik, Crik....CHIIIIITTTTTTER./

It's about then that some screechy thing hurls through the sky and into the docks. "Oooh...neat!" Harley breaks into a trot in the general direction of the crash.

"Harley. Harls..." the gravelly voice pleads, then the creature sighs with resignation, and melds into the shadows to follow his ward to the scene of the impact.

Savage Dragon has posed:
It requires jerking a double chained giant double door open, a relic of the past this warehouse, aged wood, metal sheets, grated windows that are high most broken out and boarded up. The chains are rusted, ones around six feet up the other at two. Harleen herself, likely able to squeeze through if she so wishes or the alternative of busting through old wood around the chains.

Inside the warehouse flooring its dark, light inside is only from the outside lampposts that shine through random open or faded panes that are high, this means all the walls are given ample shadow space. Dusty inside, perhaps two inches of actual film and in the back, there is a rumbling, a clatter bang and something huge falls to the cement, bursting open and spilling contents.

Whatever is back there... not visible yet. The hole above is, directly upwards the sky is still dark however, theangle of those lampposts doesnt cast illumination upwards after all.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Despite the obvious clink of chains on the door as she shimmies through, Harley proceeds stealthily into the warehouse, pulling a revolver and pointing it upward toward wherever that container fell from. She skims the dark room with her gaze, not making a sound.

"Come out, come out whereeever you aaaare," she sings out. So much for stealth.

Savage Dragon has posed:
The shuffling and rummaging noises are audible, a crack of wood and theres abrupt silence as Harley singsongs.

Low light offers a visual of an old broken shipment container, whatever it had inside of it long ago losing composition, nothing but mulch now. Fortunately old enough not to carry a scent beyond dust.

Then the sound of footfalls on cement, a silhouette appears, first impression whatever this thing is it is wide, shoulders as broad as a man is tall and about six and half feet tall with a... fin or a mohawk standing up above it's head, eyes glow green and the skin, like 'Mister J's hair' is emerald, theres a grunt.

"You don't want me to come out." He says, a rumbling voice, hoarse right now from the yelling makes it sounds even harsher than usual. Scary if the audience wasn't Harley Quinn herself.

"Put the peashooter down." The source of the voice staying in the darkness offered.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Don't got a peashooter," she utters unwaveringly. "But I got an allergy to big green things that screech 'n crash. They make me break out in a run." Harley tilts her head with a giggle and begins a slow aproach, waggling the barrel of the sizeable revolver in the darkness. "Now YOU fit that description..." She looks him over, what she can see of him, and tilts her head. "Say you ain't related to the Killer Croc, are ya? All you green guys look alike, and well, probably know each other 'n stuff."

Savage Dragon has posed:
"Back off." Dragon warns, stepping back further in to the shadows. "I'm serious." The man's hands reach over to grab a crate dragging it over, hauling it in front of his torso.
"You ever heard the saying, don't point a gun at something unless you intend to kill it?" He chides lifting his head up to look around, then back at her, "Where am I?"

"No I am not related to Tick Tock or Killer Croc, I'm not... just look. I had a very shitty night, just, you know, put the gun. It's rude and kinda pissin' me off. You seem sweet, a little daffy and you probably shouldn't be in here but just, yeah, gun down and git." Large hands wave out towards her, flap flap.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley's features sink into a sullen pout, as she reholsters her gun. "B--but I DID intend to kill ya." She looks around the warehouse in a little confusion and then back to the green figure. "Yer in Gotham. At the docks, y'know? Like all mobstery and shit, but don't worry about them. They saw me come in. Ain't one of 'em gonna come in here and mess with us. 'The hell didja get here if you don't even know where you are? I mean..." Harley pantomimes, reinacting with one hand his trajectory with a screeeeee and a crash. "Seriously, what's all that about? You don't knock?"

Savage Dragon has posed:
Dragon is in motion while Harley talks, ripping open more crates and rummaging through them in the dark, grunting and bitching under his breath while she carries on, "You were going to shoot me? Gotham, explains everything... I hate this shitheel of a city."

"Fuckin' A, nothing in here but garbage, I just need... " The man's stops it's swivel movement, eyes locked on to something. "Knock? I suppose, kinda couldn't this time. Jumped too far... "

"Do me a favor and turn around wouldja, like, look at the pretty hole I made above us or keep a lookout for these gangsters that fear you." He doesn't sound like hes believing her much or taking her as a threat. The man very well may not know who the hell she is.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley snorts. "Turn around...Riiight, so you can just bugger off, or shoot me in the back? Whaddya take me for, huh?" She squints, watching him. "You just need...what? The hell are ya lookin' for, Kermit? Ain't nothin' here that's worth anything or the place would be cleaned out by now."

Savage Dragon has posed:
Dragon raises his hand up and clamps it on his face in exasperation then it just falls back down. "Kermit, hah, thats funny." It looks like he is standing there in debate with himself, "Fuck it. Now you get to see what the Stork saw."
A sudden hop up and hes jumping once over the crate he was using to shield himself from her eyes. Now she will understand why exactly he was trying to ward her away, not because its some Beauty and the Beast 'ohgahdimuglydontlookatme' no, it's because hes buck-assed nekkid and she just got a flash of his double digits if shes paying to keen a mind on the not-so-jolly green giant, his quick pace hurrying him across the warehouse where hes reaching up for a tarp, on his tippy toes and pulling down at the worn, aged and holy thing.

"No damn privacy anywhere and I'm not a looter. Just, like I toldja Daffy, very very bad night."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"HahahaHAHAHAhaha!" Harley erupts in laughter. "You're just nekked. I thought you were gonna pull a Batsy and make me turn to look at somethin' while you vanished into thin air." She continues through gritted teeth, "I HATE it when he does that."

"Listen. Here. Seriously." She narrows her eyes, trying to look at his form without looking at his FORM. "Dude, you got some skinny ass hips. D'ya know that? Don't put on the tarp, for the love of--It's full of holes!" She pulls down a pack from her shoulder and pulls out a pair of running shorts and a white tee-shirt that's far too big for her. "Here, put this on." Then she looks at the length of the shorts and back at him. "Nah, that ain't gonna cut it. You'll knock stuff off shelves. Hang on..." She rummages in the bag a little more, pulling out a pair of workout sweats. "There. Yeah, that'll do it. Might be a little tight, but safety over comfort." She tosses the two items to the Green One.

Savage Dragon has posed:
Dragon's already yanking the tarp down, its pulling big pieces of rusted metal pipe form above, the wrap hes after further tearing away until he is holding nothing but strips, "RARGgh this night, just, keeps getting better."
Currently ignoring Harley as she laughs hes likewise glaring, his brow touching to his nose almost, very Caveman of him. It's a struggle, nothing but ribbons now he lets out a huge sigh, staring helplessly at her while artfully holding the ribbons over his vulnerable lap.

"You... those, those are not going to... " An exhale, a long drawn out one and he reaches out the hand not rumpling up tarpstrips, teeshirt and workout sweats grabbed, "Thanks Daffy." He says with some genuine appreciation there despite the situation, one leg at a time, the ripping sounds ignored but soon, snug and covered, the white shirt does not go on his chest, instead that goes as an extra wrap like sash over his lap.
"There we go, decent... I can work with this."

"You're a lifesaver. Be a great headliner, former Chicago Hero Cop arrested in Gotham for indecent exposure." The man chuckles low and deep.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Cop?" Harley chokes out. Within seconds a dozen pairs of eyes appear behind him, glowing faintly green in the darkness.

"You shoulda shot 'im up when ya had the chance," comes a gravelly voice from seemingly nowhere to Harley's left. "Boss ain't gonna like this."

Harley tenses, not quite reaching for the gun again. "How did you get here? I mean beyond playin' Meteor Man?" Her tone has lost much of its playfulness, and gained a decidedly dangerous edge.

Savage Dragon has posed:
"I jumped. A lot while very pissed off and just sort of... " One hand makes an airplane gesture, soaring up high then smacking in to his other fist. "Fun times." Dragon laments then stops, "Huh, did you hear something?" A look around at the warehouse and then he shrugs, reaching down to adjust, "So snug. So, Gotham, you uh wouldn't happen to know which direction the monorails are? I need to get back to New York."

Dragon seems oblivious to her new tone. He has other concerns, as far as he is aware, shes strange but helped him so aces.

"But, yeah, I transferred out of Chi-Town to Precinct 11 to help with the Metahuman Task Force, kinda my bag, it's job, you know. Shit, I never got your name, I keep just calling you Daffy." A friendly wide grin, white sharp teeth shown off.

Harley Quinn has posed:
After a moment of careful consideration, she decides this guy's about as dangerous as Humperdink. "Harley Quinn. Always a fan of cops and super seekrit taskforces, yaknow." She extends a hand to him. "And don't sell yourself...short. You're decent. If anybody tells you you're not, I'll punch 'em in the throat."

Savage Dragon has posed:
"You said all that just to make a dick pun? Cute." Dragon's large hand encloses around Harley's, a light up down pump and he retracts it, hooking a thumb against the folded tanktop. He doesn't comment about her assesment, instead just another grunt is given up.
"Daffy, you're adorable. Stay fierce."

Harley Quinn... Harley Quinn... Nothing coming to his mind right off the mallet. He is striding on out towards the doors, those chains clutched, gripped and snapped with zero effort, "Train direction?" The rumbling stomach ignored.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Thataway." Harley jerks a thumb in the direction of the train. "But I guess I could just make ya hoppin' mad and you could jump home all by your lonesome, huh Kermit?" She winks. "Stick to the shadows, if yer headed that way." She gives a look of warning toward the eyes all peering hopefully out of the shadows behind him. "NO ONE will bother ya there." A soft but collective "Awww..." can be heard where the eyes now disperse.

"Hey." She tosses him a protein bar from her bag and finally shoulders it again. "You go hungry and everything that creepeth upon the earth is gonna hear them tummyrumbles and somethin's gonna eatcha."

Savage Dragon has posed:
"I'm good. Appreciate the assist, Daffy. Maybe I'll bump in to you again and we can go out for a brunch." The energy bar is accepted, the walk through shadows? No. He has no reason to since hes at least partially covered, the train it will be. Weather not an issue just the sensibilities of the world around him part of which being around humans has been put on him as well.
Reaching behind him to tug too tight sweats out of uncomfortable places he begins his strut back towards the Big Apple, "Be seeying ya!"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley turns to her left as the green guy walks away from the building, picking a wedgie as he goes. "Follow him," she says simply.

"Aww MAAAAN..." comes the reply as the darkling rises from a shadow on the floor. "What's he gonna do, tell the cops you gave him sweats that were too tight?"

"Well if he does, then he's wearin' the evidence," Harley replies deadpan. Humperdink grumbles as he sinks back into the shadow and vanishes. Harley fixes up her leathers and unnecessarily fluffy her pigtails, then saunters out the now open doors, heading in the opposite direction from Kermit, and back toward home.