5133/Kid In Wonderland

Kid In Wonderland
Date of Scene:	09 August 2018
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Miss Moreau, Kid

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Miss Moreau has posed:
Another night in Gotham. The moon hangs high, casting it's light down upon the city of darkness, fear, madness and decay. No where is that decay stronger than in the Narrows, with it's barred shops, crumbling alleyways, desperate people and rotting parks. It's one of those parks however that might draw the eye of the curious or deranged.

Barely more than a coapse of trees, overgrown bushes, and a few termite-chewed benches, this park has been mostly reclaimed by flora and fauna, except for a central clearing where many a drug deal and other illegal activity has occured. There's none of the usual street level dealers or mafioso using it tonight. A single parked white sedan is out in the parking lot while in that clearing surrounded by woods a single white wrought-iron table has been brought in. Music filters from the area all across the small park.

This impromptu gathering consists of four people. Two tall, burly bald men in three piece charcoal suits sit, sipping rot gutt from little dainty teacups with pistols strapped to their sides. Their size implies the usual Gotham criminal, looking very much of that brutish ilk. They're alert and sharp, eyes keen, even intelligent, very much /not/ your typical mook that so many gangs use as muscle.

The third person appears to be one of Gotham's Finest, slumped over in one of those white metal chairs. His eyes are glazed over, hands tied behind the chair with zip ties. He twitches, mouth frothing a bit like a rabid dog. A single diamond-backed serpent sits on the man's shoulders, slithering slowly about the poor cop. Two pinpricks bleed on the man's neck.

The final person is a woman, clad in a heavy furred dress with pale skin and strange purple tattoos. In her dainty hands sits a violin producing the haunting melodies circulating the air. A scarlet book is open in her lap, and all around the air purple lights flicker and dance. The keen eared or eyed might catch the cause: fireflies from all appearances.

"Hey Princess, our guest doesn't look like he's enjoyin' the party!"

The music slowly winds down.

"The GCPD have /always/ been such terrible guests, haven't they, Sebastian? Oh well. At least he seems to enjoy his new friend's company! Don't you, Officer Charles?" Comes Moreau cheerily.

Poor Charles spits up blood and saliva, convulsing.

The non-Sebastian tough 'helpfully' wipes the officer's mouth, and pours some vodka from a teapot over his face.

Kid has posed:
Well there is more than one brute in a suit mobster in town. Malcolm 'Kid' IronWood was still wheeling from that stab of tranq to his system, having only recently reawoken. He smelled like a sewer, and had a dishelved look to his illusionary mobster form. His animalistic eyes, intelligent and cunning despite this.

Unlike most, Kid openly walks through the narrows. Most folks arn't dumb enough to go for a monster fella, especially one with hands big enough to crush skulls. But something attracted him.

Music.

Considering the craptastic week he has had, he follows the sound. A violin. It bring a not exactly friendly smile to his face, but it was a smile no less. Onward he goes into the gather trees. Following the brilliant fireflies as they wave about dancing in the nightly breeze.

Soon enough, Kid comes upon the gathering. He looks at the tall burly ones first sizing them up, before looking to the man tied up. He didn't like the look of this, not one bit. And finally the strange enchantress as she played the violin. He knew better than to show weakness around gangs and mobster.

With a confident stroll, he comes over to the group. Oddly he doesn't vocalize but instead signs, his watch speaking for him "Alright, what all this shite?" he asks.

Miss Moreau has posed:
The fireflies continue their dance. The purple lights they produce, upon closer examination, seem to be tracing patterns in the air as they dance about. Circles and figure eights at first, moving into flowers and formations that would best be described as rorschact test ripoffs. There's no meaning or magic to the patterns themselves. Simple idle amusement for the suit-wearing gangsters and anyone who happens to wander in.

The violin halts. Hands hover near the grip of guns, though don't quite draw just yet. Sebastian and Mook #2 eyes the large, disheveled man. Moreau's smile doesn't waver.

"...My my, it seems we have another guest! What does it look like? We are simply enjoying a tea party! Such lovely weather, it would be a tragedy to remain cooped up in doors, don't you think?"

The Officer, meanwhile, lets out a pained little whine.

Moreau frowns. "Unfortunately one of our number is a bit of a boor. Perhaps /you/ will be more entertaining!" The woman's nose sniffs. She purses her lips, and then licks them slowly.

"...Oh dear. You have been through much, haven't you? Poor, poor dear, perhaps you need a party more than the good Officer." Flats punt at the poor GCPD officer. He slumps out of the chair, crumpling. Sebastian cuts off the zip ties. There's now a free chair. The snake that bit him slithers over, and up on Moreau's shoulders.

"My name is Miss Moreau, and these are my precious Pack. Whom possesses such an intriguing, downtrodden scent, mmm sweetling?" Her voice is just so /warm/ despite the depravities visited upon Officer Charles.

Kid has posed:
Kid eye both Mooks, his eyes SCREAMING try me. Just try me. As if he would charge them right than and there. He was not about to deal with anyone else junk this night.

Well mabey Charles

Kid signs "Tea parties are stupid, hard ale is better, but as far as in doors go? I live outside and prefer to stay that way" he spits on the ground. He lacked tact...but he REALLY did not seem to like the idea of 'in doors'.

Kid strolls on past Miss Moreau and eyes the snake more like it was a snack. Infact despite his gorilla scent...there was something distinctly predatory about it as well. None the less he sits in the chair and kicks up his feet, tilting the chair back just so.

"Name's Kid, tootes. But, what the deal with the smuck here?" he asks referring to Charles. He may have been aggressive...and definintly boorish, but he wasn't dumb. Some situations do require a medicrum of tact.

Miss Moreau has posed:
Mook #2 seems on edge at those eyes. His hand twitches, starting to go for his gun! But the slightly older man, Sebastian, less-than-delicately clocks him on the wrist. One guess who's second in command in this little tea party!

Moreau sighs, putting on airs. She'd almost sound saddened by Kid's preference, if she wasn't smiling again.

"Jumbo there's got a point Princess!" Comes Sebastian.

Down goes the violin, and up goes a cane. Whack! Sebastian has the good grace to wince.

"I /swear/, never any manners in the Narrows!" Complains the woman. She daintily coughs.

Mook #2 is suddenly digging into a cooler, and planting down a bottled beer. Pure swill, of course, but the offer is obvious.

When Kid kicks up his feet? The entire table leans. No one comments. The serpent hisses in annoyance. This close, perhaps Kid might catch how the snake has a similar forehead tattoo as Moreau's.

"Mister Kid, meet Officer Charles Rayman." Starts the woman. A small breath. The patterns of the purple-lit fireflies change, offering a lovely little pictogram of the man's crimes as best they can.

"Simply put, the good Officer has been a bit of an annoyance. You see, we White Roses do so love the rejected, the lost, the damned and 'criminally insane', as the filthy powers that run Gotham are so quick to label others. A bit of spare cash to an orphanage for the 'troubled', next thing you know every little well-intentioned endeavor and side business we have is being touched and poked in ways that are bad for our cause."

Charles is crying, and bleeding from the eyeballs at this point.

"So, we simply sent an invitation to...sort out the misunderstanding. We would /so/ hate to take up the GCPD's time over such small matters. Utterly dreadful!" Smile. A foot pokes Charles. Her sightless eyes shine. She's /enjoying/ the man's suffering.

Kid has posed:
Kid looks at the snake. Irony has it he MAY have a magical badger. Infact there was a badger with odd markings on it's fur trotting through the field. It stands on it's hid legs and hisses at Mook two, glares at Kid, disregards Moreau and her snake...sniffs Charles and walks off as if nothing happened.

Kid leans to the side as the familial badger leaves and back to the snake...he suddenly wondered if this Lady Knew Tom. He picks up the the beer and poors all three a drink...but keeps the bottle for himself, taking a taste of the swill.

"Well, I can certainly provide a little Entertainment." he signs "Of my own Kind. But first..." he grins showing off his extreamly large canines "I need a favor" he signs.

"You see, I feel for you, I do. But I feel for Charles more. Litterly infact. Bit of a course you might say, I feel your annoyance, your sorry, your sympathy for kids. But I also feel HIS suffering" he gestures to charles "As if it was my own. And I had quite a week and don't much want to feel that, nor death. So if you could cure this man so I might enjoy your beutiful musical talent, I would be much oblidge" oh he was CHANNELING an old school charm he has seen in the mobster movies he likes with the smooth dectivies, along with a western flair. "If you do...well I will make a flower like no other appear just for you"

Miss Moreau has posed:
The mook hardly notices the badger familiar, but Moreau's attention /does/ shift for just a moment. NOt long though. The gang leader's attention is locked hard on this odd, strangely scented person that has so confidently strode into their presence. It's endearing to the woman, really. Her curiousity is piqued.

Sebastian and Mookbro both down their poured drinks. Moreau doesn't touch it. Instead, she's shifted her book into her right hand. Her left fingers her cane idly. All of a sudden, she tenses, then relaxes.

If Kid is perceptive enough, he might catch Moreau suddenly being that much more alert all of a sudden. A little beastly thrill runs through mind and body, and it's inklings reflect in her emotions.

"Oh! /Oh/! You are Talented, aren't you? So concerned with what others feel...yes, yes yes yes yes yes! Good. Yes, very good!" By now, Sebastian is out of his seat and moving to step behind Moreau protectively. Mook #2 is outright making an exit, straight towards the parking lot. No words pass between the Roses. They're too well oiled of a machine to need them.

"Normally, Mister Kid, I would have you cut down where you sit for such a demand." Her voice is still cheery and warm, but there's a bite to it all. A spike of red-hot anger lashes out in her heart. It rouses the rest of it. Her wrath is channeled straight towards poor Charles, not as a person but as a symbol of the GCPD. Of the authorities that failed her, that abused and neglected those like her, corrupt and terrible. A dirty, one sided coin in an equally dirty city. Pure beastly hate and rage simmers in this woman.

"/However/!" One finger goes up, stilling Sebastian from trying to pull a gun and do just so. Flip flip goes a page. The fireflies fade away to nothingness.

"Your scent is pleasing and your drive unusual enough to stay my hand for but a moment." Starts the woman.

The snake, small and all but nothing versus Kid's muscle, curls up on the table defensively. It interposes itself despite how little good a creature of that size might do even against a 'human' of Kid's size.

Moreau lets her cane slip from her fingers. She reaches to a pocket, and pulls out a vial. It's placed on the table an inch or so in front of her.

"Neither a flower nor a night's entertainment will quell my feelings for the disgusting waste of flesh and life that is those who cast collars about the necks of we beastly few, and push the broken and unfortunate to desperate ends only to throw them into cages! ...Stir my heart, if you hear it's beating so keenly. Move me to not wet my fangs with his blood for his sins! They're all guilty!" Her warm tones so quickly bleed into almost religious fervor.

Sebastian feels distressed. He suppresses taking a step back from his wrathful leader.

That rage remains, but stills briefly out of pure curiousity. Kid intrigues her, and gives her pause. A finger taps the antidote. From how the veins bulge in Charles' face, he might not have too much longer.

Kid has posed:
Kid feels that rage, that beastly uprising. It reverbs in his soul, a symphony of angry drums and chanting hums. His eye become pinpricks as he feels that anger. And yet is stilled as if a mirror to the damsel in front.

He rises smoothly, confidently. The words signed would be as important as any other. "Why would I seek to quell your feelings?' he proposes "he is guilty sure, but why should I pay the price?" he signs. He walks around Charles looking him over and this time he speaks telepathicaly conveying emotions his watch could never hope too o O ("Have you ever felt a child die?") he asks Moreau. ("Felt their screams as your own? Feel the life leave their very bones?") he goes down on one knee in front of Charles ("Only to be left alone. Caged, shackled with only those memories before even reaching puberty?") he smirks having been a child when he experinced death, but his rage was apparent.

He is silent a bit as he reaches down, closing his hand around Charles throat, just enough to slow his blood...and mabey make it a bit harder to breath ("I think not. But you do have a unique opportunity. If he lives, you can send a message, and with my help - I can provide you infomation to blackmail him, keep him in line so you can continue your work. Infomation I can only provide if he is alive.")

Miss Moreau has posed:
Brown locks flitter across Moreau's face, and Kid rises. He doesn't reject her wrath, but does reject paying her price. For someone so used to being obeyed or fought against, it gives the woman a moment's pause. This is neither. Kid is /listening/.

And yet not backing down. Moreau can't help the smile that is slowly devouring her face, even if there's no humor in it.

"I haven't. I have smelled such, heard such, lamented my own weakness and lack of skill in being unable to stop those little tragedies that pile up again and again in this city. Never once have I /felt/ the death of a poor, innocent child. I admit, I'm torn between pity for you, and selfish joy in not knowing such suffering. I fear my heart could not take it."

Her words are low and heartfelt. Murderer, gangster, and mad mage she might be, but denmother she remains. For all her talents, another twisted individual that Gotham is so good at producing.

Kid's words finally are a bolt through her heart, and clears away that anger in a moment of clarity at what he's proposing. She grows still.

Then lets out a sigh of almost /relief/.

Poor Sebastian looks, and feels confused.

"How humiliating." Starts Moreau. She has the good grace to blush, then hide her face with her book. Her other hand picks up her 'tea' cup and downs the vodka. The snake slithers away, then fades as that book closes.

Charles chokes, and the sound finally cements Moreau's decision. A car is tearing up the park's ground, Sebastian is pulling Moreau up to her feet. She resists the larger, stronger man's tug.

She snatches up the vial, and empties half of it. Slamming her heel into the well-meaning Sebastian's ankle, he cusses and falls over.

Two fingers pull what might be an oversized ant from part of her fuzzy cuff. Squeeze. A liquid drips into the vial, and she stoppers it. It's put down, and then she pulls out a card. Both are lightly shoved towards Kid.

"I expect results, and a call. With this, he will live, but the ant's poison will make him...pliant all the same for one week. Make him drink it. Perhaps we have a common desire for this rotten city, mmmm?" A little wink.

And then she's being bodily hauled into a swiftly speeding car.

Kid is left with antidote, burner phone number, an Officer, and a pretty little white table and chairs. The alcohol isn't too bad either, on the whole!

Kid has posed:
"Well shite" Kid vocalaizes...ACTUALLY vocalizes now that he was alone. He adminsters the cure to the officer, the antitode working quickly and powerfully. Well this provides a whole HOST of problems. And he had a whole Host of infomatin to gather. With an officer...for a week. He didn't even have a place to stay, he was just saving a guys life!

But Kid was no dumb Monkey, he was a gorilla after all.

First he downright eats the ant. That was going to be useless, and he wasn't keeping a pet human for a week. Next thing he does is basicly rob the man of all money on his person. That sqaured away...just a few more loose ends

Kid's eyes glow lightly as he picks up Charles. The weakened shudders as Kid feeds off his mind, draining him of psychic energy. In turn Kid gains at least temporarily Charles skills and knowledge.

Tempoary being the key word

Kid hefts Charles and takes him to a relively safe place and calls in an ambulance. From there Kid steals Charles phone and downloads a voice recording app. He had alot of infomation to record on that phone...alot of infomation.

Bonus - Kids vamparic psychic feedings can causes memory loss! haha! Charles won't be remember Kid...or his phone being stolen. Miss Moreau is a whole other matter. But hey, lest he is getting on the job.