5819/Back Alley Brawl

Back Alley Brawl
Date of Scene:	20 November 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Mon-El

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Thomas Raith has posed:
If there was one thing Thomas couldn't stand it was poachers. Number two on the list was Red Court Vampires. So when Axe had alerted him that he'd seen a Red Court poking around the Blue Lady, looking to pick up prey who had wandered off alone, the Prince of the White Court was...displeased. When Smash alerted him that a woman had just been grabbed right outside the back door, he was pissed. He knew what was going on... it was a subtle strike at the White Court, the sort of games the Reds...and whites if he were honest...had played against each other for centuries. But Dammit this was /his/ place. The Vampire had already shed it's flesh mask, revealing it's bat like features and blubbery body. The victim looked drugged, likely having already fallen victim to the Red's narcotic like saliva when Thomas burst out the back. The fight was on.

Mon-El has posed:
    A fight in a back alley between enhanced or otherwise superhuman beings? Lar heard that one coming from miles away. Possibly even saw it, too. At any rate he comes flying faster than a speeding bullet, and since it seems the two of them have some...personal business, his immediate concern is the woman who had been grabbed. She definitely doesn't look well for one, and secondly, she could be in danger of suffering collateral damage. But before he just grabs her and flies to a safe distance, he tries to use his enhanced vision to determine if it is safe to move her without causing further injury. And also to attempt to figure out what exactly is wrong with her to begin with.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The woman looks drugged, and a bit disheveled, but is otherwise okay. Terrified naturally since she is currently witnessing a supernatural throw down but still. Thomas dances around the attack of the Vampire, deftly avoiding it's claws and bites. No banter, just fury. Keeping himself between the girl and the beast whenever possible.."

Mon-El has posed:
    One glance into her internals tells Lar everything he needs to know. Good, no broken bones, torn ligaments or muscles, or internal hemhorraging. Of course, she is shaken up and seems to be under the influence of something...there appears to be some kind of foreign substance in her body, but he isn't quite sure what it is, given he has never seen anything like it before. Huh...well he will let the experts handle that. "I think you're going to be okay," he reassures her. "But going to take you to a hospital just in case, all right?"

    With that he picks her up as gently as he can and takes her to the nearest hospital to receive any medical attention she might need. Typically he would have been there and back in the blink of an eye but as it is he has to slow down some in order to not crush the poor girl with g-forces.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith risks a glance behind him as the woman is grabbed and carried off by someone. It's a measure of the weirdness in Thomas' life that this doesn't bother him more. The Vampire lets out a snarling roar as his prey is carried off though, which makes Thom have to redouble his efforts in the fight even more. Slash, block, parry... The Vampire going for his throat, him going for it's Achelies belly..

Mon-El has posed:
    Once he has made sure the woman is in the good hands of doctors and nurses at the hospital, Lar returns to the scene of the fight. Yes, he did notice that Thomas seemed to be the one trying to protect the victimized woman from ...whatever or whoever that was, so he naturally takes the man's side. He floats over to him in the midst of the battle (but preferably when he's at least a bit of a distance away from his opponent and not up in his face because that would be awkward). "The girl is safe. Need a hand?"

    Well you know, it's always polite to ask first, especially when you don't know anything about the situation. Which is something Lar has learned the hard way in the past. Plus it's just a good rule of thumb for life in general.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith had managed to take a few moments step back as the flying man reappeared. He nods slightly, saying "Go for the blood reservoir. Only way to kill it." Which is untrue. There are lots of ways to kill a Red Court vampire. But since fire, sunlight, holy artifacts, and a method of chopping off it's head are in short supply... He points with his sword to the creatures bulging belly, then presses the attack again.

Mon-El has posed:
    Kill it? That part causes Lar to hesitate somewhat. He isn't sure if they -should- kill. Usually, he is reluctant to kill anything sapient. That being said, he is not sure if that thing or person is one of those. Thomas doesn't seem to think of it as such, but that doesn't mean it isn't. However, now also doesn't seem like a good time to have a long philosophical discussion/debate about what the definition of a sapient creature is.

    So the Daxamite decides to try incapacitating first, you know in case Thomas is wrong. After all if something is not dead it can still be killed but if it is dead, bringing it back to life is much more difficult...yes death has a certain finality to it, doesn't it?

    Once he comes to this conclusion, he charges at it, attempting to grab it and throw it -hard- against the back wall of one of the buildings surrounding the alley. Well hard but hopefully not hard enough to kill it and/or send it through multiple buildings potentially hurting their inhabitants...

Thomas Raith has posed:
The beast lets out surprised shriek followed by silence for a moment after impact followed by a blood curdling wail. There is also the sound of a water balloon smacking a wall and bursting with a similar stain appearing on the brick wall. "Or that," Thomas says, putting away his saber and advancing on the Vampire with his Kukri. "Might wanna stand back, this part gets a bit messy."

Mon-El has posed:
    Oh, grife...Lar immediately sees that he has definitely thrown it harder than he meant to. Or had overestimated how tough it is as blood splatters all over the brick wall and a wail of pain and agony is heard. Well, it looks like it will not be getting up any time soon. But then Thomas draws a knife and starts toward it. "Wait!" Lar calls out, though he does not make a move to block the other man yet. "Umm...what is that, anyway? It's not sapient, is it? I mean, if it is, maybe we shouldn't just kill it before giving it a chance to uh, change?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith looks at the flying man like he's stupid. Like he had just said maybe a rabid dog could change. "It's already changed." He says coldly, "It's a vampire. Preys on human blood, Think from Dusk till Dawn and you've got a pretty good idea." OR you should, the White Court sure paid Tarantino enough for it. "Also it was hunting in /my/ Club." He adds coldly, still advancing on the beast which hisses something that sounds allot like "please...no.."

Mon-El has posed:
    Too bad Lar definitely does not understand the reference to something called from Dusk til Dawn. Is it a movie, a book, or just some other vague reference to a day? Come on, he really IS an alien, okay? So yes, in a way he is kind of stupid. Actually he is stupid in many ways. "What do you mean its already changed??" And then when the thing starts to actually beg vocally, he DOES get in front of Thomas. "Killing people over territory disputes is what starts wars!"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith doesn't try to move past the floaty man. I mean he flys fast and has pretty decent level of strength. Still he has to do something. "It. Eats. People." he says slowly and very forcibly. "It's already /at/ war with humanity, in the same was a wolf is at war with sheep. Let it live and you are releasing a wolf back into the flock." Says the mountain lion.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar stares at Thomas for a few moments, processing what he is saying. He glances back and forth between Thomas and the bat-looking thing several times. Historically, he and the Legion...do not even kill people like Validus and Emerald Empress unless there is -actually- no other option, both of whom are probably responsible for mass-murdering far more sentient beings than this vampire thing, instead shipping them off to places like Takron-Galtos, or even banishing them to the Phantom Zone (which, it COULD be argued is worse than death and therefore avoided almost as much as killing but...).

    "Okay, okay, I get that, but you sound like you have fought these guys before, so don't you have somewhere you can keep them contained?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith gives the man a slow steady look and says in a total deadpan voice. "Yes. Hell."

Mon-El has posed:
    "....." Lar groans, facepalming. "You -know- that is not what I meant." Okay, the Phantom Zone is comparable to Hell. Maybe even worse, who knows. He glances back at the thing again, lying there on the ground and this time he flies over to it. Fine, arguing is clearly not going to convince anyone, so its time to put this to the test. See what this thing has to say for itself. He had heard it talking earlier, begging for its life, so he confronts it, arms folded. "So is it true? Do you eat people? And would you keep eating people if I don't let him finish you off?" he demands, presuming it heard everything that was just said.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The Red Court vampire is desperately licking at the wall, the ground, anywhere the spilled blood got splattered to in a vain attempt to to regain some of the strength lost when it's blood reservoir was burst. "Don't be a fool. That White Court pretty boy is just as much a monster as I am. Cleaner maybe, but blood or souls, it's all about who gets best use out of the cattle." Thomas sighs, cleaning his nails with the tip of his Kukri. "Except when you feed they get nightmares, if you let them live. I usually get phone numbers and second dates. It's around this time a young Hispanic man in his twenties comes around the corner carrying a pair of Tomahawks. "Boss yah be okay back 'ere? Why dat t'ing not all kindsa dead yet." He blinks and looks at Lar then, "And who dis guy?" Thomas sighs, "Some one with a very strict moral compass apparently. I think he wants to rehabilitate it." This causes the young man to spit on the ground in disgust. "I gots it's rehabilitation right 'ere, no?" he says testing the edge of the axe with his thumb.

Mon-El has posed:
    Welp, that definitely proves the thing IS sapient, at least. And then it actually starts to argue a point, which Thomas actually concedes is true, and that complicates matters even further. Lar stares at Thomas as he even -admits- to also eating people. "What! You do the same thing, and you stand here pretending to have some kind of moral high ground?!" he exclaims, starting to sound indignant. He also recalls that the girl he had taken to the hospital earlier had not -actually- been severely injured, just sort of drugged. She was actually okay.

    Then the Hispanic man arrives with the axe. He glances at him, but since he has not made any aggressive moves yet and appears to just be human, he looks back to the weakened Red. "Now wait, what are you talking about, 'White Court'? What is that?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs and points to the Red Court vampire, and says in a tone that is level and calm. "Red Court, blood sucker. Likes to scare and torture it's victims, also has highly addictive spit." He points to himself "White Court. I feed off of emotion energy, specifically lust. I give women orgasms in exchange for a bit of life force, which they barely notice." He points to Axe, "Regular human who's 4 year old sister was eaten by one of those..." Finally he points to Lar himself. "Flying Brick Boyscout. Are we all caught up?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar listens to Thomas, then again looks back and forth between the two of them. Ugh, why does the world have to be so -complicated-? Why can't everything just be black and white? It's so frustrating. He doesn't know the first thing about this whole situation, and doesn't have anyone he knows he can trust to weigh in. Just the people involved. If he didn't have the power to actually determine what happens to these people, it wouldn't be his decision, but you know what they say. 'With great power comes great responsibility.' Yeah it's true and it sucks.

    But he does back away from the Red Court guy somewhat, perhaps giving Thomas the chance to rush in and finish the job. "Hmph, maybe I should have the -both- of you sent off to Stryker's or something."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith doesn't rush foreword. Axe however throws his tomahawk with rather suprising force and accuracy and it cleaves into the Vampires head with the sound of a knife carving into a watermelon. A gasp and a moment later the Red court turns to dust and ash. Thomas puts his own sword away and glances at Lar. "I'm sorry, who is Stryker?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar sighs and winces when the tomahawk comes flying. He...understands why the other man was so eager. But, that doesn't make any it any better. He floats a bit higher and turns his face away from the whole ordeal. Ugh. Just, -ugh-. He hates situations like this...but he realizes now it might be better sometimes to let people handle their own disputes.

    At the question about Stryker, he comes back down a bit, but more toward Thomas. "It's not a who--I mean, I'm sure it was at some point, but I was more referring to the 'where', which is a penitentiary in Metropolis."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith ahhs slightly and looks around at the walls, where the body was... all of which have more or less disintegrated. "Not sure for what exactly." He says blandly." After all there is no blood, no body." He walks towards the back door. "You like steak? I'll buy you a steak boyscout."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar watches in surprise as the guy just...disintegrates as if he had never been there to begin with. Examining the spot where he had been, he finds there is indeed no trace of his remains at all. "Good point..." He sighs, dropping to the ground and finally just standing like a normal person.

    A brow is arched at the offer of a steak. "I--really? You're not furious at me?"

    "Um, it's Lar. And what about you?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs, "I mean option B was we were going to stand there all night agrueing, until the sun came up and did the job for us." He says non-chalauntly. "My name is Thomas Raith." he says offering the man a handshake as Axe retrieves his axe. "I'm going back to watch the door, boss." He says heading back around.

Mon-El has posed:
    "The sun kills them?" Lar asks when Thomas when he mentions that it would have done the job of ending it for them.

    He takes the offered handshake. "Hello, Thomas Raith." he replies with a nod. "It's...um, nice to meet you."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith offers a disarming smile that would have been charming, if he hadn't just been trying to cut up some monster earlier. "It usually is." He says with a grin, leading into the club and walking the man towards his personal table. A waitress coming over quickly and smiling. "Hey boss, everything okay?" At his nod she looks obviously relieved. Thomas says casually "This is Lar. I promised him a steak dinner. I'll have my usual." The blonde bombshell grins at Lar like a naughty kitten and says, "And how do you like it Lar?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Unless you're Red Court?" Lar says somewhat wryly to the comment about it being nice to meet Thomas. He follows the man into the club and sits down, watching as the waitress approaches. "Like what?" he asks, wondering what exactly she's referring to. "The club in general or...?" he shrugs. "I mean, I guess it kind of reminds me of home. Well, what it -used- to be like, anyway."

Thomas Raith has posed:
The girl giggles playfully, "Your steak silly!" she says swating his shoulder and giggling a bit more. "No, lemme guess. You look like a well done sorta guy aintcha?" she grins playfully and Thomas shakes his head. "Didi, behave." He nods to Lar," The courts have been engages in a sort of cold war for centuries. It's going through a warm phase however. Leaving a dead body in my back alley would have been a strike against me."

Mon-El has posed:
    Hopefully she didn't swat him too hard. Not for his sake, but for hers. Lar tries to dodge away from it a bit for that reason. "Oh!" he flushes. "Right. I knew that...it's just...been a while since I've actually eaten this kind of food, I guess."

    Then she makes a suggestion and it actually takes a moment for him to get that, too. "Uh, sure. Yeah. Well...done."

    He nods at Thomas. "I see. Well good thing you didn't, I guess. Not technically."

Thomas Raith has posed:
The girl doesn't seem to affected, literally skipping away to put the orders in. "You have no idea at all what you stumbled into tonight, do you LAr?" he asks casually as a different waitress brings over a crystal decanter and a glass for her boss, as well as asking LAr what he would like to drink. On the stage a young black woman croons out a song about big city heart ache. "You ever even met a vampire before tonight?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "Not, really no." Lar admits with a sigh. "Sometimes, I have a bad habit of going flying into situations I know nothing about and trying to fix things and just making it worse. But on the other hand I hate feeling guilty when I could have done something but didn't and people died."

    "And no, I uhm...had heard the word before, but only occasionally to describe something that draws energy. Didn't realize they were an actual...species?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith Smirks just a little bit, "You should meet my little brother." He says amused. "And it's not a species. It's three species. Well technically four, but the JAde court almost never leaves Asia." He sips his drink and writes something on a napkin. "Bram Stokers: Dracula -- Black Court" Then "From Dusk till Dawn -- Red Court", on it and hands it to the man. "Watch those two movies and you'll know most of everything you need to know about them."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar takes the napkin, peering at the information on it, then nods. "Huh. Sure."

    "Why, do I remind you of him?" he asks in regard to the younger brother mentioned. "Hm, so are vampires native to Earth?" he asks, setting the napkin aside for now.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs a bit... "What's the best way to explain Harry. Well simply put, Harry's a wizard. A genuine, honest-to-goodness wizard. He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket He'll spit in the eye of gods and demons alike if he thinks it needs to be done, and to hell with the consequences." Thomas shakes his head looking off into the middle distance somewhat.. "And yet somehow my little brother manages to remain a decent human being. I'll be damned if I know how." He snorts a but dersively, "But then, I'll be damned regardless."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar blinks at all those references to...things he is not sure what they are, exactly. "What's a gandalf on crack?" he asks, genuinely not knowing. He thinks he has seen something called Red Bull before. Oh right, Drake showed him what that was. It's mostly that first thing he's confused about. "Wouldn't you be more surprised that he is still alive, not to mention decent?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit, "The Gandalf on crack thing makes it less surprising he's alive." He says slightly amused, then takes the napkin back briefly and writes "Lord of The Rings trilogy" on it with mild amusement. "Let's just say it's a very powerful being with a drug to make him more hyper."

Mon-El has posed:
    "Oh, I see. So he is very powerful." Lar says, nodding and watching him write on the napkin again. "Well, to be honest, when you are that powerful, you tend to, um..." he trails off momentarily. "--it's just easy to forget that you can still get yourself in too deep, but more importantly, get -other- people you care about in too deep."

    He picks up the napkin once more when Tom is done writing on it and peers at the list. "Well this is getting kind of long. What's 'Lord of the Rings trilogy' about?"

Mon-El has posed:
    "I mean, other than a gandalf who takes drugs and becomes more hyper?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith looks amused at that as Didi returns with Lar's steak and potato and for Thomas a rather large hamburger with mushrooms and steak sauce as well as a large helping of fries. "So I take it you're not from around here?" he asks gesturing with a fry to emcompass...everything.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar nods politely in thanks to Didi as she serves up the steak and potatoes, then starts to carve into it carefully so as not to destroy the plate or the knife. Or the table, for that matter. He chuckles a bit. "Heh, yeah no...people can usually tell I'm not, even if I tried to hide it I doubt I'd be very successful. I'm from Daxam. It's--well, it -was- a Kryptonian colony world. But now," he picks up a piece of the steak and eats it before putting the fork back down. "Krypton is gone and the fallout from that explosion pretty much made Daxam's surface uninhabitable for a -long- time to come." he sighs. "That's why I said this only reminded me of what home -used- to be like. Because it's just a wasteland now. I was...lucky to be one of the privileged few who were equipped with the resources to survive that catastrophe."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly, he doesn't offer any sort of of condolences... After all it's not like he has anything close to a point of refines to offer condolences from. He simply nods his acknowledgement and is about to say something else when Didi rushes over. She whispers something in Thomas' ear and he sighs, "I have a business matter to attend to, I'm sorry. Please though, ask Didi for anything and she'll attend to you." He looks longingly at his burger as he rises.