9763/Zombies are real

Zombies are real
Date of Scene:	25 October 2019
Location:	Near one of the Bat Family's bolt holes and then inside one.
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Red Robin, Constantine, Robin (Wayne)
Tinyplot:	Coventry Murders

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Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake has been trying to figure out which of the magic types he might be able to contact. The magic shop is closed, the Zataras both seem busy. Well Tim needed to talk to Constatine about another subject as well, so he decided to contact him for a meeting. Tim is waiting near one of the bolt holes where things and people can be kept. He waits outside, not a hundred precent sure Batman aint got it set up so attempts to magic your way in might go bad, so why take chances.

Constantine has posed:
One would expect some kind of magical hoodoo would signal the arrival of the man named John Constantine, but they'd be wrong about it. A cab pulls up along the curb a little ways from where Tim waits, is paid, and then deposits the scruffy wizard to drive off into the night for parts unknown. Before he proceeds a single step however, he taps out a cigarette and lights it. Hand out to shield against the gentle breeze, the other dips down into the pocket of his coat. Moving along as leisurely as he wants, clutching his cigarette in two fingers dangling down at his side with smoke coiling up over his shoulder like a slow moving freight train ready to block traffic at the crossing for an hour.

It should be harder to spy a bird.

Then again the bird is trying to be spied.

So John moves in Tim's direction with a brow raised, "What's so bloomin' important I had to come all the way out here, eh?" The cigarette bobs slightly as he speaks, then straightens out with a drag. Half parted lips releasing the stream of steel gray as he eyes Red Robin.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will nod to Constatine, and says "I have something that is a bit beyond my normal scope of expertise and also needed to chat with you about one of your apprentices if you have time as well." He will lead Constatine into an apartment, and through a hidden door into one of the smaller Bat Bases. He will lead you past a nice computer set up, some lockers, and even a place for a pair of motorcycles. He ends up taking you to a small cell where you see what looks like a quiet corpse strapped into a gurney.

Constantine has posed:
"I only have one apprentice, mate." Constantine clarifies with a dull sort of listing to his tone, standing out by one of the Bat-families drop points built into an old apartment complex. He takes a final drag as they near the doors and flicks the cigarette off to the side with shower of glowing ambers when it strikes the window-seal. The now empty hand slips into the pocket of his coat, following behind Tim into the hidden passage that leads into the belly of this base and towards the straped corpse held in one of the holding cells.

"I think you're looking for a doctor.. maybe a priest." He says with a finger brushing at the inside corner of his left eye, the same eye sizing Red Robin up with a sigh, "I'm neither of those things."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to the other man and says "Well, getting rid of what ever is controlling it would probably be a good thing, but right now Ah would like to know what is animating and controlling him. There was three of them, all got up from the local morgue and took a walk. They seem to have some controlling factor as they aint all brains brains. Seem to possible be behind 2 murders, and this one was a goon for some gang bangers.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin had been trailing Red Robin for some time. If only for his own amusement. Silently he kept his distance, but with the addition of Constantine, things were getting interesting. The youngest bird approached with as little noise as possible, until he was eerily close behind Constantine.

  His cape was draped over his body, concealing the multicolored uniform underneath with a black Batmanesque scalloped cape. "True as you are. You have a knowledge of things that we do not." He chimes in, suddenly and without remorse.

Constantine has posed:
John is eyeing the banger with a renewed sense of curiosity and that's the only reason Robin was able to sneak up on him. That's absolutely going to be the story he tells everyone too. There will be no mention of him shouting, "Great fucking shit, where the fuck did you come from?!" There will be no addressing the sudden, if temporary, spring of surprised fear at a pint sized little squirt of a human had engaged within him.

Like the legends of tiny black clad midgets who promise more murder than wealth...

"Christ in heaven, what kind of pre-school of assassins is Batman running in this bloody city anyways? Is there a dog too? You've a bat dog don't you... you wankers.. if this is a set up, trying to pull one over on me, I swear by ..." Eyes drawn back to the corpse, brow furrowing at something he's seen there.

"Hold a tick."

Headed in that direction rather than face the elephant in the room. In his mind the most important point of all of this visit so far is the tiny terror in a robin outfit that nearly had him shit his knickers. "Oy, you there.. I see you spying at me you tosser, come'on out and have a chat." Banging on the cell-door, which is hopefully locked? When it's locked, it really better be locked, Constantine turns towards Da- he turns towards Tim, "Unlock this huh? And put a kettle on, I'm going to need some tea."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake actually knew Damian was there but let the kid have some fun, he knows he needs it. He will offer Damian to job of unlocking the cell, and says "I think we may have some bat-tea around here somewhere, let me find the bat-kettle." He will move to one of the lockers "And yes, they door is locked, he might not be moving now, but I don't know when he might decide to again.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian stands with his hood raised, white eyes peering from out of the shadow. "Batman doesn't run one. My significant prowess was due to my upbringing. And we have no dog." Much to Damian's dismay.

  Where did Robin get the key to the cell? Who knows, but he has it, and unlocks the door. "Be our guest." He comments.

  As Constantine moves, Damian takes a sniff of the smoke wafting from his cogarette. "Silk Cut, Indian tobacco mixed with cellulose fiber, available in the UK." He had a target who smoked those once, he remembered the smell of those cigarettes.

Constantine has posed:
Damian's keen sense of smell draws John's attention back to him, brow furrowed and eyes squinting in the kidlets direction, "Kinda strikes that you're the mutt, innit?" He shakes his head and peers in at the banger, yanking the door open to step right in calm as you want with the undead.

"So what's your end game here, lads?" Fishing about in various pockets until he comes free from one pocket with a small vial of oil which he applies liberally to his right thumb with a few quick jerks of his wrist. The cigarette in question is turned over to rest against the small flat surface between two bars while John leans down over the corpse to brush the oiled part of his thumb in a cross upon its forehead.

Murmuring quietly in latin with his left hand out and fingers splayed with a physically warm white-yellow glow radiating out from the tips of each long digit.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake starts making the tea in an electric kettle, oddly enough as Tim goes about it seems a proper cup of english tea is being made. He will call out. "We need to know who and why these things are popping up around town. We don't want to be dealing with a night of the walking dead thing if we can help it.