8043/What could possibly go wrong

What could possibly go wrong
Date of Scene:	24 June 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Bigby Wolf, Spike, Daniel Osborn, Superboy

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Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby Wolf is out late tonight as usual. The cigarette between his lips is freshly lit. Huff N' Puffs aren't the best quality of tobacco in the world but they're the only ones cheap enough to support his assembly line tier smoking habit. He doesn't look all that friendly and people give him a bit of a berth. The distant sound of sirens and shouting are nothing new. He keeps pounding the pavement while making his rounds about the city.

Spike has posed:
There's the thud of boots as Spike's out in New York tonight with a garlic burger in hand, chewing on it. It's got meat, cheese, garlic....and.....it's...in a bun. Spike's hungry and he's got a pack of smokes in his other hand as he's roaming the streets of New York tonight. he's just out for a walk really, restless in his basement. He is, though, sporting a paint streak in his hair. Ah the perils of decorating by himself. That's either paint or wallpaper paste.

Spike's looking amused as he's walking and not a big fan of the big city. Gotham's his home, the Hugo Building.....as the glam rock Brit vampire smells the smokes and tilts his head at the wolf. "Oh hey" he said, "You want actual genuine smokes? Here" Spike says shaking the pack. Top of the range....stolen......cigarettes. Spike's good at 'acquiring' stuff as he takes a bite of the burger. Garlic. Smoke....and Spike's hair gel make for an interesting smell.

Daniel Osborn has posed:
Oz is out and about on his own, he's got his usual, a stake, holy water, and a bow on him, just in case, and when he spots Spike, he wonders if he might need them. And this homeless looking werewolf, the kind of wolf that gives his species a bad name, ugh. Unfortunately, his path is taking him right into contact with both of them, and he doesn't seem to happy about having to deal with them. Sure, he could just walk on past, but at the same time he can't, he'd be noticed by one of them for sure.

Superboy has posed:
It is late enough Conner would usually be sleeping. Or maybe catching up his studies, but certainly not out there. Despite not needing much rest he is a mostly diurnal animal, because sunlight is his main fuel.

But the lift of the superhero means he sometimes has to be out at weird times. And tonight is one of those days. In fact he is not even flying, he is typing boredly on his cellphone in the middle of nowhere, his leather jacket all torn and burned, looking somewhat unhappy. He is not wearing his full uniform, just jeans and the black T-shirt with the red S. Just a normal guy, really, except for a leather jacket that was burning a couple minutes ago.

It is the third this month.

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby Wolf raises a brow at Spike's offer just as he smells another werewolf in the vicinity. He glances at Oz as it doesn't take him long to hone in on the source. To Spike he shrugs, "Why not? Won't pass up a smoke." He drops his own nearly depleted cigarette and accepts Spike's offer, "Not often I actually talk to anyone at night. Name's Bigby."

Spike has posed:
Spike lifts a hand to wave to Oz. "Yo, guitar boy" Spike calls, "What's up?" he asks and moves to keep an eye on both of them. Old habits die hard as Spike chomps into the burger. There's garlic on it. Not enough to make Spike a walking vampire death machine....nope, the burger joint wouldn't let him put a whole jar of garlic on his burger. He only got what the store called a....reasonable amount. Which is....enough for a human. Spike's not okay with this, but he at least isn't complaining about it openly. Instead he's eating his burger and not focus on the smokes...yet. Spike's willing to hand over the pack really. Less stolen things on him, the better. Or he could just be nice. Spike finishes off his burger and thrusts his hands into his duster, as if digging for something in his pockets like he's searching for something

With the accceptance of smokes, Spike hands the entire pack over. Gold foil, top of the line smokes. Spike's got another pack hiding in his duster and a scheme to get more. Spike's in a cheerful mood really.....as he's taking in the New York skyline....and city. It's different but still the same...to a point.

Daniel Osborn has posed:
"Hey, dying cat," Oz responds to Spike, with a half smile. he turns to Bigby and shrugs. "I'm oz," he says. He spots something out of the corner of his eye, turning to see Conner and frowning. "He doesn't look too good," he says, pointing out the downed super hero that's not too far away from them.

Superboy has posed:
Conner stuff his cell on one of the jacket's surviving pockets and takes a slow glance around, spotting the trio of supernaturals, and completely failing to realize they are anything but normal New Yorkers.

Also, they could be normal New Yorkers, all things New Yorker considered.

He also heard Oz, despite the distance, "no, I'm fine," he notes, making a handwaving motion. Then noticing the sorry state of his sleeve. "Accident," he mentions. "With a flamethrower," beat, "I mean, a firecracker. Yes, firecracker." Also, a totally superfluous explanation. More handwaving.

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby Wolf accepts the offered pack, "Generous.. nice change from my usual brand." He lights up one of his fancy cigarettes before nodding to Oz, "Evening." He glances at Conner as well but doesn't say anything as he suddenly notices that there is no heart beat coming from Spike. He doesn't mention it though, vampires aren't news to him, and Spike's state of living or otherwise isn't his business.

Spike has posed:
Spike shakes his head and spins around looking to Conner. "Flamethrowers. firecrackers? Really?" he asks and shakes his head then turns back to Bigby. "Welcome" he nods with a nod. Spinning on his heel again. "I' told you I'm taking singing lessons. Gimme a note, Oz and I'll show you how I got bettter?" he offers and glances back to Conner. "You need somebody to douse ya with a fire hose?" Spike asks, looking serious as he's worried about the torched jacket. If Spike's duster was on fire he'd be more terrified.

Daniel Osborn has posed:
Oz notices the jacket as well. "Flame thrower, huh?" He half shrugs. "Ah, probably saving lives or somethin'. Okay, Spike, fine, what can you do if I give you the key of C major, hmm?" He smiles, that's a very basic key, can Spike pull off anything decent? Probably not.

Superboy has posed:
"No thanks, I got this," replies Conner to Spike's offer of help. Last thing he needs tonight is getting home soaked. Oz, though, seems to have recognized him. Which is okay-ish. Just sometimes a bit of a bother since tonight he was aiming for inconspicuous.

Obviously he doesn't recognize Oz or any of the others. But he does pay some attention to them now. Kryptonians also have sharp senses. They seem normal. Except he is hearing only two heart beats. That makes him stare, and blink slowly.

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby Wolf listens to the others talk while he smokes a vastly superior cigarette. He's used to running into odd people and the flame thrower conversation doesn't surprise him anymore than Spike being undead, "Flame throwers aren't fun when they're aimed at you. I know from experience."

Spike has posed:
Spike nods to Oz. "Hit it!" he says and looks to Conner, "Nah flamethrowers aren't fun. Unless, say, you want a barbecue. Though no idea wh you wouldn't just set up a barbecue" he grins and looks to Conner. "Alright, Why you been playing with firecrackers anyway?" he asks and laughs. "I'm now wanting another burger. Thanks" Spike says with a click of his fangs and a wicked grin.

Daniel Osborn has posed:
"Fine," Oz says. He has no guitar, obviously, so he just starts humming a simple melody. Of course, he is on key, no pitch deformations here. He's not much of a singer but he can certainly hum good enough to get by.

Superboy has posed:
Conner walked into this, really. Because big mouth, and bored. "Eh... well. There was a woman involved..." he starts. "Wait, you had flamethrowers aimed at you?" He steps closer, giving the large man. The lack of heart beat can only mean one thing.

Bigby is a robot. Clearly! (And this is why Robin takes care of the detective work and Conner usually just punches people).

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby Wolf hears talk of food, "Could go for tacos or pizza myself.. maybe gumbo. But yeah.. crazy kleptomaniac with an interest in physics. He took it too seriously. I'm a private investigator so I come across all types." He puts out the now depleted cigarette before lighting up another.

Spike has posed:
Spike begins singing. It's not dead cat. wailing. It's....a bit. better. "Wait wait you had a woman involved and that's how your jacket got torched?" Spike asks, finding this more intersting than singing. Though he's singing after he asks. Time to prove that wolf wrong as.....Spike's out to make a point. That he can sing

Daniel Osborn has posed:
"Okay dying cat, we get the point," Oz says, after abruptly stopping his humming when Spike starts singing. It's...better, maybe, but still...not good. "Come investigate Sunnydale, you wanna talk about crazy," he says. "I mean, look what came from there." He gestures to Spike. He turns to Conner, thoughtfully. "So, you're saying when you broke up with a girl she torched your jacket in revenge."

Superboy has posed:
Closer enough to notice the one without the heartbeat is Spike, not Bigby. So there is a moment of cognitive dissonance here. Also, people jumping into assumptions. (Look who is talking). "That might still happen, but no... you know? Nevermind. I am a superhero, people sometimes tries to set me on fire. And by the way, your buddy here is a robot," he gestures to Spike. "Because he has no heartbeat."

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby Wolf raises another brow but towards Conner, "Superhero huh? Like Superman? Batman? Heard about them on the news. Not much surprises me these days though." He puffs on his smoke, "It's a strange world, I'll give it that."

Spike has posed:
Spike looks to Oz and raises an eyebrow. "Yeah yeah. You're humming like a drunk kazoo" he says simply then looks over at Conner. "Beep, boop. Hoomin" Beep beep oop bleep beep boop?" he asks with a completely straight face. Somehow. Spike offers another pack of top of the line smokes to Bigby then walks around like a robot making hydraulic noises. He's determined to play along, too...he's even got the arm motions right. Somehow. Apparently watching old B-movies are paying off. Spike stops and makes a whirring sound...then looks over at Oz then Bigby then to Conner. He then wanders off like a normal.....vampire. "Hey you gyuys. I'll see you around" Spike calls and strolls off. He's looking back over his shoulder and walks into a light pole with a thunk. "That light pole jumped me!" he calls, punching it. Another thunk....as Spike glares at the light pole.

Daniel Osborn has posed:
"That...I don't think that's a robot," Oz says, to Conner, with a laugh. "A super hero, like, a real super hero?" He grins. "That's pretty cool. I'm just a guitarist with powers I can't control." He sighs, but his smile remains. "Oz, in case you didn't catch it before."

Superboy has posed:
Conner looks at Spike's act without comment. It might not be the first time he is wrong, but hey, he could be right too. How else would one explain a lack of heartbeat? "Yeah, real thing. I am Superboy. Pretty much like Superman," he adds for Bigby. "Nice to meet you, Oz? What powers do you...?" And then his phone buzzes. "Man, about time," he checks it out, "gotta go. Laters." And then he jumps up. And keeps going. A second after he is flying down street, vanishing behind a building.

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby Wolf raises another brow at Oz, keeping silent until he finishes another one of the good cigarettes, "Nice of that 'robot' to give me two packs of cigarettes that I can't afford. I'm just a private investigator. Let me know if you need anyone followed, spied on, that kind of thing. Robots, crazies, I can deal with it all."