Owner	Pose
Nolan Voight	When people think of Gotham they tend to have a distinct, if misguided, impression. An impression of crazed psychopaths painted up like clowns running wild and the brooding rodent-themed vigilantes in leather bondage gear beating the shit out of them. Which... isn't a TOTALLY unfair impression...But Gotham is so much more than it's first impression, than it's cover. Gotham is /layers/, many of which go much deeper than most will adit, or can even know. But Nolan knows. The crippled detective locks the door to his business/home, the abandoned below-street level speakeasy with stairs recessed against the building that lead up to the sidewalk. He limps up to the streetlevel, leaning heavily on his crutch-cane and locking the knee of his legbrace before he peers down the street with his mismatched eyes.. and frowns. Because Nolan see's two worlds at once. The Living world and the world of The Dark, that layer of existance where ghosts reside unseen among us. But there /are/ no ghosts.. nor spirits.. to be seen which he finds odd. Sure not EVERY spirit remains stuck on earth but Gotham tends to have lots of them walking around like they were still living... So where are they? "Weird..." he mumbles... Then slowly limps down the street, past the living denizens who inhabit the 'real world'. Pimps. Hookers. Dealers. Street People. All unaware that something is missing. Like siomething has driven teh ghosts away from the area..
Spiral	"Give it to me!" Shouts a woman as a man wearing an orange and black striped jacket with a matching large brimmed hat lands on the sidewalk. His backside thudding heavily before his spine follows with and his whole body bounces on the pavement and he rolls quickly to stand up and reaches into his outlandish coat to snap back out with a pair of chrome fire arms and he aims back into the alleyway. His chains rattle and clink off each other as he stands statue still, his face is painted in surprise as his opponent is missing. Slowly he lowers his weapons when from the shadows a silver tipped arrow with a black shaft and feathers streaks past his face, cutting the man's ear as it flies past and sinks intself into the side of a car window. "You will give me what I want, or, PIMP, I will take what you will never give."
Nolan Voight	Ahh, well /that/ isn't out of the normal. Some a squabble between a pimp and his woman (at least thats what Nolan believes). If the living world can healthily go on as normal (given current definitions of normal), that means the spirit world isn't that bad off, or else it would be affecting the real world as well, at least in ways that wouldn't /be/ normal for the real world. If that makes any sense.. Yeah, it makes sense. He watches from the shadow of the building next to teh alleyway the guy flew out of, the shadow he has pulled around him obscuring his presence as he limps closer to the unfolding scene. Wait, something /is/ off.. He didn''t get a good look at the woman but Nolan tenses when the dude flies back and pulls out some serious heat. The psychicly inclined mage growls under his breath, angery.. How dare the bastard pull heat when a woman, who he only heard, is just trying to protect herself (so he thinks). He mumbles under his breath as he gets closer, more shadow pooling down his good arm like warm black oil... But then stops when..the arrow sinks into the wall next to the guy... and hears that voice. "Okay.. so not normal.." he hisses and closes in.
Spiral	Stepping closer to the light, a pair of golden glowing eyes and the light reflecting off a bulbous metalic structure, Spiral's cybernetic arm, until she walks fully into the light, her many arms exposed by the small blue top, exposing her many arms, her navel and with a deep v, showing off more skin. She weilds a bow in one of her left hands, and an arrow notched and kept in place in a right hand. "Give me your phone, or I will simply kill you and take it. Pimp." Spiral commands, she knows the price is something he doesn't want to pay, either his life, or his pride. So she'll take one or the other. Nolan isn't noticed yet, and with a sway of her hips during a single step, three hands make a mystical gesture and she's behind the pimp in an instant. Her hands reaching out and binding him to her chest like a snake. One over his mouth, two grabbing his arms. The man panics and fires several shots down the empty alley as his wrists are then broken by her tight grip. And her last hand moves to pull his stomach, pressing his back against her front. "Is it in this pocket?" She asks, her one hand reaching down into his pants pocket, frisking him for his phone.
Nolan Voight	Well... That is something you don't see everyday. Even in Gotham. Nolan is sort of torn here. He's not a big fan of pimps in general, even though not all are cut of the same cloth. Sure, they are exploitive sons of bitches but Nolan is somewhat of a pragmatic sort. He has to be since he grew UP on these streets and did many.. less than wonderful things. It's just the way of life, in GOtham, and he can't change everything.. only deal with the things that go beyond his own skewed morale code. So long as the pimps in is neighbourghood aren't peddling kids or murdering people, or beating his stable in public, he tends to keep to himself. if they do those other things, well, he deals with them. One way or another.. But a four armed platinum blonde with a bow, a katana, threatening to kill the pimp.. Hell, he may even deserve it but Nolan doesn't KNOW that.. and this is WAy to public. If people start talking about this kick ass four armed warrior gacking pimps, it will bing the heat down.. Or worse. And besides.. He aura is SCREWY! Like, not of this WORLD Screwy. Screw it. He steps out from the shadows behind the woman and clears his throat.. A subvocalised spell partial obscures his face. It's not a mask, nor is he activating hsi costume, just making it hard for him to be identified. "Are we having a problem here?" he asks, leaning casually as he can on is canecrutch.
Spiral	Spiral hears Nolan's raspy forced cough thing, and with a shove of three, incredibly strong hands, the white haired woman turns towards Nolan and smiles, the bow and arrow gone in an instant as she turns with the phone in her lowest left hand. "Nope. Not any more." She says, almost bubbly, in contrast to the man now behind her and on the ground, writhing in pain as he tries to push himself back to his feet with his shattered wrists. He's no threat any more she presumes and looks down at the device in her hand and taps at it, growing more and more annoyed as time wears on without her unlocking it. She swiftly kicks the man in his side, breaking a few ribs. "What's the password?" She barks down at him.
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight blinks as her demeanour seems to completely change from killer to... Valley Girl? Well, samauri valley girl. And holy crap, SIX arms? He looks between her.. the pimp.. then her again. He doesn't wince at the painful condition of said pimp.. Hell, he's barely paying any attention to him. Because all his attention is focused on the terribly beautiful (literally in all sense of the word) killer woman. "You know.. you coulda just walked into the Quik-Mart and asked to use their phone.." he says dryly. Then sighs as she kicks the guy. "He's passed out, ya know. And it's not a password. I think it has a fingerprint.. thingy.." Yeah, he's not SUPER adept with modern tech. He then realizes he may need to say more because.. "And that means you DON'T cut off his finger."
Spiral	Spiral had turned around at the mention of finger tip and with a single hand the sword was starting to unsheath but halts at his words. "Oh, right. Less blood is good." She says and reaches out and presses his finger tip to the phone and unlocks it with a smirk, standing up sharply and turning to face Nolan she smiles at the man. "You're helpful. I like you." She quickly starts to swipe through the man's device and finds what she was looking for. "Yeah, but 7-11 doesn't have facebook!" And with that, she takes a quick selfie, making sure the downed pimp is in the frame by holding the phone way above her head and smiling big for the camera. "Do you want in the photo too?"
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight sighs and shakes his head now, almost exhasperated. Almost. "Yes, less blood is good... most of the time anyways." he says. "And uhm.. Thanks, I think. The liking me bit. I mean, I wold rather you like me then, you know, stab me.. or shoot me.. or.. Okay.. I just hafta ask.. Why does a six-armed babe need to post on...." he stops and acks, raising a hand between him and the phone's camera. "No no no..Don't. " he says, voice getting sharper... "I don't do The Facebook.. or the Twitter... or teh SnapChat.." he says, turning away a bit now. For a goy barely in his thirties he seems much older... Who says /The/ Facebook anyways?
Spiral	Tilting her head and looking back at Nolan, Spiral asks, "You sure you don't? There are reasons to do these things." She says with a smile before lowering the camera below her chin, using a hand to pull the tight top away from her skin so only the camera can see and the flash goes off again. She turns to look at the picture and smiles. "Reasons." Then putting the phone firmly in her hand, she turns to address Nolan fully. "You pause a lot. Do I scare you?"
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight wasn't watching.. Truly, he wasn't. Okay, maybe he was look a wee bit, out of the corner of his eye. Not that he got to see much. Think of it more like a glamour shot, where what you see is more informed by what is implied... like seeing her liift teh sghirt form an angle that shows nothing but he KNOWS what he should be seeing.. He is thinking way to much about this. "No.. I am not scared of you." he says and hisvoice is so matter of fact it can only be true. He is not scared of her. "I'm /confused/ a bit by you.. and /wary/ of you.. Then again i woud be wary of anyone carrying medevil weaponry and taking boob shots for the internet... Not that I tend to mind either, unless they are pointed at me.. And each for different reasons.."
Spiral	Spiral steps closer, her eyes now half lidded as she slides an arm around Nolan's waist, to his back and pulls him close to her. Her mostly exposed form pressing against the wizard, and her face so close to his as she slowly chomps at his lips, missing. She smiles and looks at his face, a hand lifting to caress his chin. While another moves to slowly touch at his elbow and down to his wrist before guiding it towards her back and on the hilt of her sword. Her left leg lifts to wrap around his thigh and hold him closer still. "I appreciate that level of respect." She whispers huskily.
Nolan Voight	Nolan Voight doesn't step back as she closes that distance bwteen them.. Not because he is oh so brave but mainly because walking bqackards is a real pain (literally and figuratively) when you wear a legbrace.. And because there is a wal only a few feet back. He doesn't jerk, either, as she siniously wraps one of those many arms around yous side, pressing against him, and making that chomping motion... Oh god he HOPES she is not pressed against his.. wizard. Because right now it would be embarrasing.. He is not usually a touchy feely person, for reasons, and he is getting strange vibes from her again.. and touch can sometimes trigger some of his psychic abilities. But her aura is so strange and his reading abilities seem to not have synced with her... yet. Well.. respect is usually something that needs to be earned, but I think that, you know, kicking the ass of an armed guy then facebooking about it probably fits the bill." he quips, and shifts a bit in her partial embrace. Not used to being touced at all.. But why isn't he pulling back.. "Who are you...?"
Spiral	Smiling those shiney white teeth of hers, Spiral looks up into Nolan's eyes, and moves her face those two inches close to bite onto his bottom lip and tug playfully while her many arms do many things, caress his back, his arms, his chest and his hair. "I am Spiral. A witch assassin who likes to have fun from time to time." The woman wiggles her hips and leans back away from Nolan, but her hands still hold onto him, keeping her from falling. "Who are you?"
Nolan Voight	Ooooookay.c This isn't the WEIRDEST situation he has been in. But it definately makes the top five. And maybe he is sort of giving a BIT iof a fearful vibe, now. But it doesn't seem directed at her, more at the.. situation. Yeah, the situation. He hasn't been this close to a woman of ANY kind in a very long time. partly because of choice and partly because of, well, prison. "A witch assasin.. Okay.." he says, licking his lips a bit nervously.. and makes a strange noise as she bends and wiggles.. "Geezus, you're quite open, aren't you. people usually don't outright admit being witches and assasins seperately..." He really tries not to shift to much because she may get the worng ida.. or the right one.. "Wait, me? I.. I'm... Uh.. My name is Nolan. I'm a private dick.. I mean DETECTIVE!" Foot in MOUTH!
Spiral	"Private huh?" She asks, looking up and motioning to the windows above them. "Would up there be private enough?" She asks, a hand drooping to grab onto his backside. Seems she's noticed his uncomfortableness and is savoring it is as she keeps their distance minimal. Spiral lifts two hands and with a moment's thought, the two disappear off the street, and are in a place totally not outside and not very well lit.