9269/The Dhampire and the Man in Black

The Dhampire and the Man in Black
Date of Scene:	21 September 2019
Location:	Central Harlem, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Morrigan and Zorro meet for the first time
Cast of Characters:	Zorro, Morrigan MacIntyre

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Zorro has posed:
Certain areas of Harlem at night were not exactly the best places to be walking through. But, certain business in the area has drawn you here this night. As you walk down the dark streets of Harlem you see a intimidating looking piece of graffitti on the wall. It is a image of a minotaur driving what appeared to be a hot rod from the 50s. If you at all familar with gangs, you would recognize this image as the logo of the Free Riders, one of NYC's many street gangs.
    
     You hear blaring Rockabilly music blaring nearby from what sounds like a boombox. You then notice what appears to be a suped-up hoyrod iidiling in a aleyway and a group of five men hanging around it. All of these men were wearing black leather jackets. Suddenly, one of them turns towards you and lets out a cackle. The rest of the men then notice you and also laugh as they start to approach you.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan being the good Doctor that she was made in the middle of the night house calls. Which probably wasn't the greatest of things, but, some people just didn't want to come into the hospital. So she had straightened her bag and headed down the stairs of the brownstone with a smile and a wave given to the woman who had seen her to the door.

She's no stranger to Harlem, or those that dwell there. She also doesn't seem to be someone that presents herself as a victim. She'd still had ringing in her ears from the last time she was in Harlem and the Punisher shot someone to death next to her, but she was grateful to the man.

When she hears the music and sees the men there's a straightening of her spine and she continues forward, her hand gripping the trench knife she's taken to carrying on her as she does. She was expecting the night to go sideways for some odd reason. And she was right to.

Zorro has posed:
As you approach the men and their car, the smell of exhaust, motor oil, and stale cigaretts fills the air around them. The leader of the group, a tall, taned-skin man with black, slicked back hair approaches you and says with a malicious grin," Well, looks like someone go a bit lost. Fer some dough, i can help ya find the way out."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's bright violet gaze flicks over the others and then up to the leader. Apparently that was decided by how much hair product they could afford. "Nobody is lost." the Irish woman states. "Just on my way home after attending to someone. If you'll excuse me." she states as she keeps walking. She wasn't stupid enough to stop. Because she was sure that Victor wasn't lying in a nearby alley drunk.

But if he was...

The hand in her jacket pocket grips the knife tighter, her knuckles turning white as she does it.

Zorro has posed:
The man's grin turns into a vocious looking scowl as he suddenly rushes up to you and grabs you by the wrist. He then says," Did it sound like I was making a request?! Give me yer wallet or else you will live to regret it!" Meanwhile, a shadowy figure was watching from a roof top and was pulling out a dagger from his belt.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Don't..." Morrigan's eyes glow as she pulls the knife out and stabs at the outstretched arm that's gripping her, "Touch me." she growls out as she twists the knife and then rips it out of the wound. She faces the group of them, the blood from the knife dripping onto the concrete. "Anyone else want a hole in their arm tonight?" she asks in a clipped tone.

She didn't know there was anyone else watching, but she wasn't sure taking her eyes off them was a good idea either.

Zorro has posed:
The man screams in pain and falls to the ground, arm spirting out blood as he clutches it. The rest of the group immedialtey rush forword, one of them picks up a monkey wrench and swings it at your head while yelling maliciously.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Well fuck." Morrigan states ever so eloquently as the group rushes forward. She takes two swings with the knife before the wrench connects with her head and she can feel the skin split open and the blood start to flow. Too much blood already. She gives a cry at the pain and staggers back, trying not to lose her footing though her sight is threatening to give.

She manages to slice one across the thigh as they come closer, "I'm taking you one of you with me if I go." she growls out as she keeps the bloody knife between her and the encroaching group.

Zorro has posed:
One of the men gets sliced on the thigh and falls down on the ground. The rest of the men are about to approach when suddenly a dagger buries itself in one of their shoulders. As the thug grips the dagger and falls to the group in pain, a crack is heard and a a man in black swings in from a whip that appears to be connected to a lighpost and kicks two more thugs. As the thugs sprawl on the ground, the man pulls out at a rapier and lands between you and the thugs while saying," Leave this woman alone!"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's coat is going to be ruined, but, she could replace it. She couldn't replace an eye or her life. She was about to launch herself off the wall and start stabbing erratically...but the sudden appearance of a swinging man in black has her blinking those eyes of hers for a moment. She stares at his back when he settles in to block them from each other.

"Don't see that everyday." she murmurs as she feels the stream of blood down her cheek and she wipes it away with her palm.

Zorro has posed:
One of the thugs between Zorro and you charges at him, only to be greeted by a rapier to the shoulder. As the man clutches his shoulder and cries out in pain, the rest of the thugs flee, including the ones kicked over, who scramble to their feet to follw their friends. Zorro then turns to you and eyes you with concern as he says," Are you alright Senorita?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan manages to get up while she's not being accosted and there's a moment taken to assess her own wounds. She probably had a concussion, but she was getting one once a month at this point. It was...annoying to say the least.

She looks up and around when the gangers scramble and there's an amused look to her pale face as she focuses her gaze on Zorro, "Aye, I'm fine, thank you for the assist though. Wasn't expecting..." she motions with her hand, "All that." she chuckles. "You're pretty handy with that rapier." she admits.

Zorro has posed:
Zorro grins at the woman and says to her," Thank you senorita. I do my best to make my skill with the rapier as good as possible? Now, why did the Free Riders attack you? They are normally just street racers, not gangs of hoodlums like that.?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to the man and there's a nod, "Well, if you ever give lessons. Let me know." she chuckles to that. Then she looks to him. Looks around them and then her eyes settle back on him. She's quiet for the moment and then there's a shrug of her shoulders.

"No idea really. Not the first time I've gotten caught in the middle of something in Harlem. I was making a house call for a patient and started walking to go catch the train and they started in. Probably because women seem to be the easier prey in the middle of the night." she admits.

Zorro has posed:
Zorro nods in hums in conteplation as he hears your explination, as if making notes for later. Suddenly police sirens are heard in the distance. Zorro then tips his hat at you and flees into the shadows, cape billowing in the breeze as he does.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a smile to the man, "Well..thanks." she states as he tips his hat and then flees.

"Why do I come out at night again?" she asks herself as she slides down the wall to plant her ass on the ground. She was going to wait for the cops. She wasn't going to go wandering off again. She does shoot off a text to her friend, going to be late for her tests. Because she was mugged.

Again.