8974/Just Swingin' Through

Just Swingin' Through
Date of Scene:	27 August 2019
Location:	West Chelsea Hill, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Daken and Cindy meet. It quickly turns into high tensions and even some romantic intrigue.
Cast of Characters:	Daken, Silk

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Daken has posed:
Gotham City.

One of the major hubs of all crime. Guys like the Joker, Harley Quinn, Killer Croc, Ra's al Ghul, and others often conduct their vile business here. Daken, on a simple passing through visit, finds himself fighting the henchmen of one such scumbag.

All of them are heavily armed...and are in the process of being torn apart by Daken. A sharp kick to the chest of one and he sails into a wall, falling unconscious while another is gored by Daken's adamantium claws.

He is shot five times, but it doesn't stop him. Another is thrown off the roof in a frenzie.

Though there are four left standing, though they seem to be out of ammo. Daken growls a bit. "Yeah...your gonna pay for that." the bullet holes are gone, like he was never even shot in the first place.

Silk has posed:
    Home. Gotham has become home to a rather dark spider that has adopted more of a native look recently. Her dark suit is hardly anything like Spider-mans but it serves. The silicone black webbing design on the shoulders and chest catch light on occasion but it keeps her blended with the unnaturally deep shadows the city manages to collect. She's quickly streaming her way through the city with little *twhips* to accompany her motions. The dark eye mask - also an adapation to her surroundings helps hide her appearance from any who might be trying to recognize her.

    She angles in and is humming faintly to herself when the shots ring out. Damn her sense being all fuzzy and far too hard to focus through. BUt now she feels it and without getitng a clear view swings in hard and fast. As she releases the web she throws herself onto one of Daken's foes and bears him to the ground. Knocked out cold from the contact with the ground she provided for him she rises, dark hair tossed aside as she glances to the next, her eyes briefly lingering in question on the 'victim' of the thugs.

Daken has posed:
Daken is about to finish the job when Cindy Moon comes out like a bat out of hell and knocks one of his foes to the ground. His claws still out, Daken blinks for a hot second before Cindy questions Daken with that glance. She was close enough that maybe Daken's pheromones could start affecting her in some way to experience any number of emotional reactions towards him. Could be humorous, friendly, flirtatious, or outright bloody hostile. But, Daken seems to be on guard with her for a moment before he looks at the three remaining crooks. "You take the one on the left, I got the two on the right." Apparently he's a friend.

At least for the moment.

Silk has posed:
    Her head ticks ot the side when Daken indicates who she should take on. Cindy goes still, a dark brow arching as she turns about and gives the last three a look. Already webbing is expressed from her fingertips and she dips her head, something about him setting her slightly on edge. What is in the air? Every part of her shivers and she glances aside at him again before she rushes forward but its not just one she takes out. As she flips forward the webbing is thrown at the other two, seizing them together in one mass as she slams her foot up in a front snap kick to the jaw, sending her foe flying backwards to his back. He's still moving and so Silk stalks forward like some dark shadow of retribution.

    The spider webs gleam on her outfit and as the gun is lifted to shoot at her eyes widen. She slams her foot down on his arm as the gun goes skidding away. "Not tonight. I hate being shot," she says and then twiss her body and lowers her other foot to press on his throat. Its not a killing blow and his one hand scrambles, clawing at her foot as he loses consciouness. Her dark eyes lift, watching Daken with a wariness that anyone would regard something unknown.

Daken has posed:
Where Cindy is non-lethal, Daken might be...a bit more maimy. His claws shred through a man's clothes, he leaned back fast enough to avoid getting chopped into sushi rolls. But a wisely-timed spin-kick knocks the man flat on the ground, out cold. Another shoots Daken straight through the neck, and it causes Daken to gurgle blood for a minute.

"That...was a good shot." Daken though sweeps the last gunman out from underneath him and proceeds to curb stomp him. It doesn't kill him, but it does probably give him some brain damage.

The throat shot heals up quick. Near-instant, really "That was easy." Daken says with a roll of his shoulders. Though he then looks over at Cindy.

"So...who are - you-?" Daken's not taking a hostile stance, but...hey. Time to see what the pheromones did this time, if she's even affected by it. "You friend or a foe?"

Silk has posed:
    The man beneath her goes limp and Cindy steps off and towards Daken. Webbing is being spun even as he asks who she is. "Easy is a relative term. THey were fodder, pawns...you gain nothing by ending them." Her voice is even, her dark eyes within that mask hard to see as she tilts her head. "I should be asking you that. You are on my turf," she intones and then adds, "The Bird's Turf rather," she reaches to her wrist to trigger something but no sound or likewise any indication she did something is made known other than her movement.

    "Silk." She finally says and there is a sort of aggressive stance she's taken, nostrils flaring as she takes a step closer. "Friend or foe is dependent I suppose. What is your purpose in Gotham?" Wary AND paranoid. She looks him over, circling slowly as she goes as her head tilts one way or another. "Who are /you/?" She questions suddenly, stepping in closer as the graceful sinewy form looks ready to leap.

Daken has posed:
Daken seems to smirk a bit at Cindy as she questions relativity. "True. Which is why I only killed two. One because he had a gun, and two there was a ledge there I Didn't see." Daken shrugs a bit, but then he sees her prowling closer to her, and he crouched down too.

Wolf vs. Spider.

Daken looks at her. "Daken Akihiro. Just passing through, had a disagreement with some of these bench guys. Work for a dude called 'Joker' or something." He shrugs. "Now who are - you -?"

Silk has posed:
    "I am going to assume you were too busy gloating over your kills, Silk. I am Silk." The retort is there, the power in her limbs as she draws closer and stops with some distance. He's coiled and ready to pounce - she is sliding a foot back and spreading her stance some. Her dark eyes narrow slowly as her chin up nods. "Joker is still in Arkham. It means that they know something. I wonder if he is making a move..." she considers something and without warning spins the web quickly, the strands thickening and growing tough. They fly towards his foot in an effort to keep him pinned in place.

    "Something about you is..." she shakes her head, "Not right. What are you doing?" Its throwing her senses all sorts of haywire and is causing her to lift a hand to her temple with a minor bit of concern. Each moment is getting more tense as she hisses slightly and draws another step closer looking like she might be ready to act.

Daken has posed:
Daken is quick, he darts his foot out of the way, causing the webbing to just hit pavement as Daken prowls. "Most likely he is making a move. What am I doing? Something I'm doing wrong?" Though now Daken is being light on his feet. A wide enough web blast should do the trick though.

"Question is...what are - you - doing?"

Silk has posed:
    "I am patroling or rather I was and now I am trying to figure what exactly you are and why my senses are jumbled," Cindy quips, her nostrils flaring as she steps after him, quick to toss another slickened shot of web at him. Its never meant to harm, she just wants to make sure she won't become his next target. Those claws looked rather brutal and is not a fan of what their potential is on her own skin. She hisses at him a bit. She feels off balance, angry, agitated and apprehensive around him and the silk sense is bugging out on him. "You feel like a foe," she remarks, not at all at ease around him.

    The dark black upon black suit allows her to dip in and out of shadows and that thick dark hair moves about her face. She can not wait any longer, its the need to learn what is happening. She rushes forward quickly and means to grab his arms and ride him to the ground, pinning him if she can and keeping him from striking her. "WHAT are you?"

Daken has posed:
Daken narrows his eyes at her, before suddenly she's shooting more webs at him! He's struck hard with the webbing this time, not quite anticipating its velocity or power well enough, and he definitely hits the ground when Cindy pounces on him proper. Except he falls right smack dab down on his back with a hard thud, with Cindy right on top of him pinning him down.

After the initial grunt, Daken looks at her. "I could say the same about you. Your making my senses go haywire." Daken says with a light growl. "I'm a mutant, sweetheart. That answer your question?!" seems he was getting just as agitated as she was.

Silk has posed:
    Success! Elation seers through the unease but is quickly replaced with his words and his own irritation blazing at the fore. Her knees press into the ground on either side of his midsection as her hands reach up to keep his arms pinned if she can. She's not daft, his weapons are there at his hands - or so some of them are. She's not really sure but she's preparing for the worst possible outcome. "Mutant," she says and shakes her head. "No..what are you doing to me? Why is my sense off. I feel.." she can not explain it but she feels on edge and riled, "I feel ready for a fight," she leans down close, inspecting him and breathing in as dark hair falls in his face and her hands flex on his. She's strong, quick, and brash, not ready to give an inch. Not one iota of space.

    "Mutants..you are far from home. WHy. Why in Gotham?" She says in a hushed tone. At this point they are both vulnerable and though they have downed the others the one she choked out is beginning to stir just a little. But he's taken up her senses and she can not tell.

Daken has posed:
Daken is still pinned down, and straddled upon, by Cindy Moon. He feels his heart beating faster, like his flame just bursted into an inferno. "Me too." So when she leans down and her long raven hair curtains around his head, strands of her hair mixing with the dark strands of his own, Daken speaks hushed, but their faces were so close that she could feel the breeze of his breath.

Minty.

"Was traveling...didn't want to.." Daken is riled up in whatever was happening between them. His senses so dulled by her that he might not be able to make out that figure starting to stir...until he does. He gasps, shirks his hand against her thumb to break himself free when she least expected it, and he pulls a knife from his boot, chucking it at the man trying to get up. He didn't make one move on her. It was almost aggressive protection.

The knife will probably knick the man non-lethally...but the knife was coated in something, considering that he'd probably fall unconscious once again for a much deeper sleep. Then he rests his hand back on the ground, looking at Cindy (if she didn't move), his eyes still on hers as he leaned closer.

Silk has posed:
    Her nose wrinkles, small nuances noted but every part of her is focused on the strange mutant beneath her. Cindy's not prepared for this exact reason when he suddenly jerks his hand free and takes hold of the knife. Her eyes widen, head turning as she triest to grab at his arm and misses. Her dark eyes jerk up to watch her once target fall and she furrows her brows. He doesn't move, she would feel it, sense it so when he settles back she turns her focus once more upon him and presses her lips to a thin line.

    There is a new assessment happening after that and because he's not done anything to retaliate against her superior position. Silk tilts her chin up just as he leans in upwards towards her and she realizes it. Every part of her tingles a second in warning before she quickly sits up, stills straddling as she stares donw at him, a side long glance given to the man beneath her.

    Her heart is a blinding race that battles against the confines of her chest. Blood is roaring and part of her wants to kill him. He makes her quite unsteady and so she starts to rise, quick to try to drag herself off of him.

Daken has posed:
When Cindy tries to quickly get off of him and likely try to make an Escape, Daken tries to catch her and roll them over so their positions are reversed. Adamantium claws, a trio in number, emerge from his knuckles and wrist, as he raises his fist high. "You didn't answer my question. What are -you-?" Daken's turn to try and ask answers.

Too bad he doesn't know he's completely outclassed strength-wise, so she could get out of this really easy if she wanted too, probably knock him all the way to the back wall with a hard enough strike with any one of her super-strong limbs.

Silk has posed:
    Eyes widen and the audacity of her new acquaitance strikes her still. "Patrolling...I am patrolling the streets," she says sharply. Her head tilts a little and turns away from him. But now her blood is boiling as she looks up at him and tell is there in her eyes. She hisses again like some spider ready to bite and she turns. Her hip trusts up to throw him as her hand shoves up at him and she spins them once more. Her palm goes to his chest and she shoves him into the ground, keeping him there but this time her hands are not for his arms to keep his claws away, she leanse down over him and hisses again. "I am part of Gotham...you are not. Do not question me."

    There is a warm shiver that runs up her spine at the strength not just behind her motions but her words. Cindy once again pushes up, that sleek black form ready to rush back into the fray with the mutant, muscled coiled and tense, battle instinct settling in after that lean from him that has her senses completely tied up.

Daken has posed:
As soon as she gives her explanation, the claws retract back into the flesh of Daken's hand and wrist, before suddenly she hisses and she rolls them over again, this time Daken is flat on his back and she's the one giving the demands and orders. Though when she demands that he not question her, Daken narrows his eyes. "You are part of a foreign nation. I know one when I see one." He bites right back like a wolf snarling at its prey.

But then she seems to get off of him, and he slowly gets back to his feet, unless she just pounces on him or knocks him right back down again. He can't sense anything either.

Too much...noise that has them wrapped up. Like he can't even think straight. What is this? "Do you feel what I feel?!" Daken says to her with aggression.

Silk has posed:
    The snarling sets her on edge and she rocks forward onto the balls of her feet like she might knock him right back on his ass. She tries to shrug off the feeling she's got around and can not, her nostrils flaring as she narrows her gaze. "I feel like I want to hit you...rush you...my blood is hot." She feels something but for the moment tries to compose herself. Cindy's hand lifts to her temple, placing pressure with fingers steadily into place. A low exhale and her eyes close, one blessed moment where she is not glaring at him. Another hiss but not at him, this time at discomfort and possibly pain.

    "Foreign nation..." she lets out a breath and Cindy pauses, her eyes darting open. Korean American. She turns her head, giving him a side long look as she takes a step back, once more her nostrils flaring. "I was born here," she insists though she makes no comment further but is most definitely looking him over. "So are you.." she finally relents, her lips parting as she traces her tongue behind her lips. The charge in the air is making her shift upon her feet needlessly.

Daken has posed:
Daken then stands up fully, even if she looks like she's about to knock him right through the rooftop they stood on. Daken seems to nod lightly. "Yeah. Then you know /exactly/ what I'm feeling right now." He moves closer to her, though he's not sure whether or not he wants to FIGHT. Or...

But when she tells him that she was born there, and he is also at least somwhat foreign. "Japanese American." Daken states then.

The air was tense. Too tense for comfort. He had to get this out of his system, but how?

Silk has posed:
    "Korean," Silk supplies without even thinking of the repcrussions of that. She stares at him anew when he steps forward and the tension rises quickly. Her hands flex at her sides, fingers curling and uncurling as a fine filamenet of web is expressed froom her pointer and middle fingers. It catches the heavy Gothamn air and stirs as she side steps around him, as if waiting for him to lunge. Two predators sizing each other up. That's what it feels like in the safest sense of the word.

    "I suggest the next time you decide to stop through you alert those who watch over this area. I am assure you, they know you are here," she says and rocks back on her heels, another elegant side step her her rounding near his back if he does not turn.

Daken has posed:
Daken does indeed turn, as they seem to be measuring each other more fully now. Two predators, two beasts. But Daken keeps his eyes on her as she steps around him not once, but twice. "I'm going to New York. I was just passing through, like I said. I don't know who watches this area, and I don't much care." he says as they seem to play this game.

Daken's pheromones work harder because of his stress levels. What the hell was happening!

All he knows is that she has the eyes of a hunter. Eyes much like his own. They seem to captivate him.

Silk has posed:
    He's staring at her and she can not help it, her hand shooes out and she goes to grip him by the shoulder. "Batman, Oracle, Batgirl...you name it.. the Bat Family and the Birds of Prey.." she hisses at him. How does he not know? What the hell is this? She heaves a breath and releases him unsteadily stepping bacck a fraction. Silk is very much on edge. She turns her back then, trying to focus on Gotham rather than this strange encounter. Its a lesson to be learned here and she exposes herself to the unknown. "New York is a ferry ride away.." she knows this for some reason. "Next ferry leaves in an hour." Even more specific for some reason. "You do not know someone named Morlun do you?"

    She asks this without looking back. Her hands lift to her mask, removing it a second to dash her hair away from her face and replace it snug against her skin. Long legs are still tense, still spread wide enough to ready her for confrontation.

Daken has posed:
Daken looks at her when she grips his shoulder. The shoulder-touch! But Daken looks at her. How does she know how the ferries are...and when asked about Morlun, he shakes his head. "No idea. But..." He sees Silk lift up her mask a bit. Daken moves in front of her and reaches out.

He tries to lift her mask up enough to stop it at just above her nose.

Silk has posed:
    Morlun is not a factor and some of the tension fades but when he is there in front of her she blinks. "Wait..what...what are you doing?!" She reaches out her other hand, seizing his own as it holds her mask awya from her face, even one eye partially revealed. Wariness spikes up through her as her back goes straight and her eyes widen further. She's a ball of unmitigated tension. She can not even remember his name and even ifs he did she might not be able to get it out considering how her breath catches in her throat.

    Her stance widens and they might just catch a few punches in the midst of what is going on.

Daken has posed:
Daken's hand is yanked away, though it still holds onto her mask. When she asks him what he's doing, he's going completely on instinct and impulse.

He knows she's in stance, but he doesn't care. He just leans in, trying to capture her lips in a heated kiss. The tension easily present in it if she allows it to happen.

....what the hell is going on?!

Silk has posed:
    The mask comes off in that moment, her startlement and riled moment rising as she does not catch the movement. Cindy blinks a few times as his face closes the distance and presse his mouth against her own. SHe sucks in a breath and makes a sound abruptly and then shivers, her body tensing up as her hand releases his wrist to grasp at his shoulder. FOr a moment, a flicker of one she lingers there, breathing him in as her eyes start to close. No! Eyes open quickly and she pushes at his shoulder as she takes a step back. She's quick, she's graceful up until the gravel on the roof gives and she feels her foot come out beneath her.

    CRUNCH. CRACKLE...KKKKRRRSSSH!

    And she falls. Her backend hits the rooftop and now maskless, Silk stares up at him with her mouth agape while she quickly tries to get back to her feet.

Daken has posed:
The kiss! The tension! The irrefutable ass-whoopin' thats coming right up for Daken. He enjoyed it while it lasted, like a connection was formed. Though he follows her when she falls, though its more to help her up than anything. All Daken knew was for some reason he could not explain, she made everything about him go haywire.

"I'm sorry, I..." He's literally speechless. How would she respond? He sees her face fully. She was beautiful.

Silk has posed:
    Still catching her breath and feeling the soreness of her backend from the gravel fall, Cindy looks at his offered help from half raised position, one hand back behind her. Dark eyes amidst olive skinw ith a gracerful nose. "Sorry you took liberities?" She's flustered to say the least and finally takes his hand, drawing herself up as she reaches back to dust herself off. Dark hair is tossled a bit and she looks aat her eye mask that he holds in his hand. Eyes lift from it to him as she stands there, quiet, chest rising and falling quickly as she chases her breath. Tension is definitely still there.

    "Why did you do that?" She holds out her hand then, palm up in his direction.

Daken has posed:
Daken looks at Cindy and he shrugs a little bit. "Something like that...yeah." Daken looks at her. "Not going to lie, I really would like to do it again. But...I'll be smarter and ask permission next time." Daken gives her an apologetic smile. "Why wear a mask? You're beautiful."

Then the why. "I...felt like I needed to. Likeevery bone in my body demanded it. Didyou not feel the same?"

Silk has posed:
    "I wear a mask because the criminals here are persistent and I would like to live without being known," she remarks but despite her best efforts she is blushing. Cindy's fingesr spread. "Mask, please..." she urges him but stops when he says he will ask. Dark eyes focus on him and her lips part, she shuts them again. "I felt something....I do not know what it was. Wary..tension...it seems you felt it would help to kiss me though," she begins and then clears her throat.

    "The kiss was nice, but you see...there is someone else." She steps forwards, meaning to take her mask if he does not give it to her.

Daken has posed:
Daken listens to her as she asks for the mask. Though when she says there is someone else? Daken takes a light breath, like his intense attraction for her is slowly being taken. "Mask for a kiss?" He offers playfully, But he'll give her the mask back all the same. He wasn't THAT mean. "I'll...see you soon?"

Silk has posed:
    Cindy blinks at his reaction, her head turning just a bit but at the request her nose wrinkles and she firms her lips. Slowly she leans in and she then presses her lips to the corner of his mouth. "Mask.." she takes it and slips it back over her eyes before her dark eyes lift to him. "If you want to risk Gotham, more than likley soon," she confirms for him and tilts her head, dark hair shifting against her shoulder. Tension is most deifnitely still there before she takes a step back and then another. "I suggest you check in or do not so blatantly cause a ruckus. I will know when you are here," she says and as she takes another steps back, the black spider extends her hand.

    *TWHIP*

And she is gone, swinging into the black of Gotham.