7553/Patrolling in Metropolis

Patrolling in Metropolis
Date of Scene:	20 May 2019
Location:	Daily Planet, Central Business Dist.
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Darkhawk, Psylocke

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Darkhawk has posed:
The evil looking Darkhawk was currently stalking the night skies of Metropolis. It had proven to be the brightest city he had ever seen, with so few shadows. There were shadows, but they were weak from numerous light sources. From his distant resting place far off... somewhere, Chris Powell wondered how the citizens of this fair city managed to get any sleep with so many things illuminated at night. He hadn't found any crime either.

Like, none. Not even a mugging. Were these people saints? He was from Canada and even Starling didn't have this little crime. They have the Glades at the least. "Hmm, maybe I'm in the wrong neighbourhood," he intoned in Keith David like synthetic voice modulator, meaning to himself, as he stood atop the spinning globe above the Daily Planet building.

Psylocke has posed:
While there were not a lot of shadows, to a person who could access them from the Shadow Dimension, they were like beacons of darkness drawing her forward.

This was not Psylocke's normal neighborhood. New York City, Salem Center, that was her usual haunts. But she had heard something from a mugger she stopped in NYC two days ago. The Hand found itself less than welcome in NYC thanks to Elektra and her compatriots. But the Hand was never defeated. They just hid in the dark and concentrated other places for a time.

Seemed Metropolis was next on their list. Thus Psylocke's form emerged from the shadow cast at the base of that giant globe, a shadow detaching itself from the others then taking on human form. She moved to the edge of the roof, looking outward at the city and trying to decide where to start her search.

Darkhawk has posed:
Well, that was something you didn't see every day. Darkhawk's sensor array was pretty advanced, being alien in origin, and his amulet was in fact a seed from the Tree of Shadows. He, well the suit, and the dark were well acquainted with another. But still, you didn't often see a scantily clad supermodel emerge from the shadows every day, even in this business. And behind that android suit was the mind of a teenage boy, who promptly reminded himself that he had a girlfriend.

"Nice night for a walk?" He said once again in that deep guttural voice, and then leapt off the globe, landing on the rooftop. During the leap, two wings sprung forth out of his torso, connecting with his arms, and thrusters in his feet helped to stabilise the jump. As he landed, both seemed to disappear back into the armour. "So, is this a fight to the death kind of thing, an epic chase through the city, or just your basic superpowered chit chat?"

Psylocke has posed:
She had her mind open, scanning around her for anyone nearby. It was something she had found quite useful when dealing with ninjas. Her instincts and training from the Japanese side of her gestalt being were usually enough but Betsy side helped with that extra touch.

It made it pretty difficult to sneak up on her.

When she felt those thought patterns above her, she didn't turn her head to try and look. When she saw the thoughts and what they were, she felt like she was back at Xavier's surrounded by students. Odd that.

By the time he was coming in for a landing, she had turned and was facing him with a neutral expression. "The start of an investigation. Is this your territory?"

Darkhawk has posed:
"Investigation? Bad Guys? Polluters? Pollsters? Hey, are you going to get to the bottom of that ancient question, how many licks it takes to get to the centre of a tootsie pop?" Yeah, grim and dark appearance, teenage mind, and he liked to talk. A curious combination, this one.

Waving a metallic hand, which didn't seem to have seams the way Iron Man's did. This was more like some kind of liquid metal, except it was non-reflective. Hard to pin down what that suit was made out of. "Nah, Metropolis isn't my scene. But helping out while the big guy's working on his tan, or whatever."

Psylocke has posed:
Psylocke can't resist as she reaches out to try and scan the surface thoughts of the being before her. After all, a non hero could pretend to be one. It was always better to be sure.

"Big guy...? Oh. Superman." Working on his tan must mean he was on vacation. Interesting that. She didn't think he took vacations. Not that it was her business or her circle of heroes.

"There is a criminal syndicate that is established in many cities. They are called The Hand. I understand they are working on something big here in Metropolis."

Darkhawk has posed:
Darkhawk had been thinking about how he had heard Superman was under the weather, but he wasn't about to say that publicly, so the working on his tan joke was a nonsensical cover that could be dismissed pretty easily, but by the time she was scanning him, he was thinking about a different Kryptonian. Seems he knew Supergirl rather well. "The Hand?" He had never heard of them, "any relation to the Foot?" That wasn't said as a joke, but a curiosity, as he was familiar with the foot. Vancouver and Starling had huge Asian Canadian communities, and the Foot had been a problem for some time. Offering his hand to her, "the name's Darkhawk." And he thought about how much cooler it sounded than his original idea of 'Edge Man'.

Psylocke has posed:
Edge Man. What sort of a name was that? She couldn't ask or she'd be advertising that she had read his mind.

"I'm called Psylocke," she offers her own introduction in that British accent. "In all honesty, they are not related to the Foot but they are very much the same. Their intentions are to control things, generally behind the scenes instead of outwardly. I just need to find areas where they might be here in Metropolis and I can start trying to narrow down my search. Where does the criminal element generally spend time here?" she asks, not sure if he would know since he's not from around here either.

Darkhawk has posed:
Psylocke? What sort of a name was that? He couldn't ask or she might be offended.

Reaching up to scratch the back of the helmet like appendage, "uh, I don't... actually.... know. Yeah, Metropolis is pretty far from home for me. But a dear friend," yep, really dear, "asked me to help out, so I'm doing my best, but kind of hard when you don't know the lay of the land, and this place is... weirdly nice. Like, do all crimes happen in doors?"

Psylocke has posed:
Psylocke doesn't explain the reason for her name as she looks away at the bright skyline. "Good question. I suppose I'll just have to find out." She looks back to him and gives a tight smile. "I appreciate that you are helping the city while Superman is away. I'm certain the people here appreciate it as well."

Darkhawk has posed:
"I have heard that some place called Southside is nicknamed ahem, Suicide Slum. But even that place seems pretty darned clean compared to most cities down here." The skyline was nice, but he still preferred Starling. "And yeah..." if he had a collar, he'd be tugging at it right now. "I think people here think I'm Batman. They're kind of scared of me. Must be the deep voice, the dark suit. How come Iron Man doesn't have this problem. Oh, right, primary colours."

Psylocke has posed:
"Primary colors are always helpful. People find Batman intimidating. Superman, they feel he is friendly and open. It's interesting how that psychological trigger works." Psylocke gives a bit of a shrug, a tiny movement of her shoulders. "As long as you are being helpful, that is all that matters."

She walks toward the shadows she had emerged from, the deepest in the area. "I think I will go find this Suicide Slum. They like to recruit from those who feel persecuted and downtrodden. Seems a likely place."