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Wu	There's been word of a beast hunting the streets. Some of the nocturnal demimonde are afraid to go out at night in some alleys because of it: it tears people apart, regardless of their status. Small, shrivelled street vendors get slashed. Gangbangers get busted. Little old ladies on their way home from church get gutted. Drug pushers get decapitated, disembowelled, and have their viscera spread around the fire escapes.     Of course tales grow in the telling, and Alice, with access to the actual police reports, knows this to be bullshit. But there is a persistent line of evidence of something not-human targeting gangs. Is this by happenstance or is it considered? Will the next mauled person be the proverbial little old lady? It's time to find out.     Charms and hexes prepared, equipment readied, Alice goes out hunting. For wolf.
Wu	There's been word of a beast hunting the streets. Some of the nocturnal demimonde are afraid to go out at night in some alleys because of it: it tears people apart, regardless of their status. Small, shrivelled street vendors get slashed. Gangbangers get busted. Little old ladies on their way home from church get gutted. Drug pushers get decapitated, disembowelled, and have their viscera spread around the fire escapes.     Of course tales grow in the telling, and Alice, with access to the actual police reports, knows this to be bullshit. But there is a persistent line of evidence of something not-human targeting gangs. Is this by happenstance or is it considered? Will the next mauled person be the proverbial little old lady? It's time to find out.     Charms and hexes prepared, equipment readied, Alice goes out hunting. For wolf.
Scarlet Belmont	It's a quiet, slightly breezy night. A half moon is currently present in the sky and the soft glow illuminating various areas of china town made it even more enticing to tourists passing by. The last known sighting of the Black Wolf seems to be in this area, near a smaller, less financially successful commercial district. The kind of area the locals go to to get cheap food, away from the glitz and glamour of those with excess money to spend. Currently, Scarlet rests on top of one such cheap restaurant, the 'Lucky Dragon' known to most as the somewhat dingy place with oddly good egg rolls. Currently, she's looking over the back of the restaurant in anticipation, in particular, waiting for something to happen.
Raphael	He was a good ways from Brooklyn, farther than usual at least. Farther than he's used to going alone. Word was there was a killer in the China Basin, some wannabe ripper that didn't care who they tore apart. Someone that could use a lesson in vigilante justice. The figure huddled in the shadows that engulfed a fire escape didn't have no mystical mumbo jumbo that guided him here, nor did he have any critical detectivating skills that lead him on a hot trail. He had a hunch though, a hunch that if he hung around the crummiest part of town, he'd find someone that could use a beating to remind them of their manners... It's just too bad this hunch had him in the wrong alley but on the right street. Still, the hunched shape watched, eyeing the people that moved through the streets with a mixture o suspicion... and envy.
Wu	Alice walks slowly along the street, conversing with the shopkeepers, nabbing some of the delicious egg rolls, flipping some coins on the counter, and generally making the G.C.P.D. presence felt among the populace to calm them down.     "Mrs Lee," she says to one of the vendors selling cheap toys from sheet laid out on the sidewalk. "You know that's not allowed!" There's a bit of chiding in the voice. "So make sure you're not here at 9:30 tonight for about 20 minutes when bylaw enforcement sweeps through here." She looks around. "And I don't want to hear you spreading that around either!"     Mrs. Lee does as requested and whispers the information to the rest of the street vendors who all prepare for a quick pack-and-run aimed at 9:30PM...     As she walks, she occasionally clutches the figure of Guanyin she wears as a pendant, looking around the street. It's on one of these that she looks up, straight at Scarlet, and smiles. Gotcha.
Scarlet Belmont	Scarlet Belmont isn't paying much mind to the street or the general murmur of people around. It's all the same to her. She was focused on something else. The backdoor of this restaurant. Her tail wags in anticipation of the main event. From around the nearby area, a few stray dogs show up to the back of the Lucky Dragon too, each one looking towards the door with excitement. Finally, the door opens, revealing a small elderly woman carrying a decent sized wok pan full of food that had been made with no customers to purchase it. It was getting late and while they'd normally just throw it away, why give away what they could feed to strays? The werewolf licks her lips and leans down, clearly eager to leap down, but even so...she hesitates. She simply stares as the old woman, speaking in a melodic chinese language, sets down the wok in front of the hungry canines, tapping the side of the Wok with a wooden spoon. Fairly confident and completely unaware of the beast just a few feet above her, she enters the restaurant, leaving the strays to their feast. At this point, the werewolf moves, not with a feral rush, but with a very practiced delicacy. Her claws extend out to dig into the cheap wooden siding of the restaurant, allowing her to crawl down silently. The dogs only get enough time to smell their food before the werewolf makes her presence known, growling at them. The pack of dogs back off almost immediately, their tails curling underneath themselves. With that done, Scarlet lands on the ground, picks up the Wok, and just as silently leaps up and back onto the roof with only the barest of thumps suggesting her presence. The werewolf claps her hands together eagerly as the dogs below her whimper loudly at their missing feast.
Raphael	Nothing, nothing. Not even a mugging or a robbery. No purse snatching, no shop lifting, not even so much as a- wait! Did he just... No, no, not even so much as a litterbug let alone a homicidal maniac. Patience was not one of the figure's strong suits... and he had ran out of the FIVE ENTIRE MINUTES AGO. Breaking from his ominous, shadowy huddle, Raph fell back into a exasperated slump. He hadn't minded the train-surf out here but tunnels were always tricky and in some parts of town, even the top of the trains were crowded... Maybe if he started wearing a mask like a lot of the other yahoos running around in their pajamas. His head laind back against the cooling brick of the building and rolled towards the street at the end of a slack neck. That's when he spotted Officer Gulliver. "There's my problem." he muttered to himself. It felt silly resenting police presence. but even so... What was she looking at? His attention followed hers and spotted the pack of dogs and then... another mutant? He was on his feet and at the railings in and instant, gawking openly. Vivid, gorey details flashed through his mind... If they could scale the wall like that, they had to have one hell of a manicure. That copper didn't know what they were in for! Quickly, the red-masked avenger started scaling the sides of the fire escape to reach to roof of his building. It was time to save a flat foot!
Wu	Alice walks into the alley, calmly, confidently, and as non-threateningly as she can look. Which is, given her form and build, pretty non-threatening.     "Um, excuse me?" she calls up to where Scarlet is feasting. "Would you mind if we talked a bit while you ate? And ... uh ... would you like me to get you something a bit more appetizing? Madam Zhang's egg rolls are the tourist thing and nobody makes them better, but she does a real killer Buddha Jumps Over the Fence if you know how to get it out of her. Would you care for one?"     She flips her collar over to let her badge show in the moonlight.     "Just FYI, this isn't really a request to talk. I'm just wording it that way because there's no reason to be rude. Yet."
Scarlet Belmont	Scarlet Belmont is absolutely destroying the contents of the wok with almost no care for table manners. She was sans a table, any silverware and a plate, and she was monsterously hungry. Why wait? A distinct voice does catch her off guard though, prompting her to flatten her ears as she slowly creeps to the edge of the restaurant towards Gulliver. A very, very slim profile of eyes peeks over at her to see if the human is actually talking up towards her or if someone else. After determining both the direction of the voice and where she was looking, she chalantly pulls herself over the top of the roof, laying her elbow along the edge to prop up her head. She speaks with a very noticable french accent and seems rather relaxed. "My, you are an observant one, aren't you? And I thought I was being quite sneaky around these parts." She chuckles lightly before speaking onwards. "I'm going to guess that you...eh...were looking for moi? Most people stay away from me, which is fine."
Raphael	A grapnel welded together out of old rebar sailed across the street, it's crudely sharpened prongs biting into the masonry of the adjacent building and holding fast with a crunch of concreat being pierced. He anchored the rope on his end with a canny knot. He moves across the impromptu tightrop at a ninja-sprint... it's like a normal run but you kind of hold your arms out to the side and back. Seen a kid pretending to be a airplane? Yeah, that's it. Now unlike web-slingers or play boy billionaires, Raph actually has to retrieve his gear, the knot loosing as soon as it gets a little slack, letting the turtle quickly pull it across the expanse across the road. He's staying low upon the roof of what looks to be a tenament building, three stories. He'll have the drop on her, literally. Bundling the rope and hook, he peers over the edge... Arn't you just a sassy looking.. dog person? No, that's more... wolf? Crap, it wasn't October, was it? No... Too hot. Eyes narrow behind a mask and he scrutinizes her. The wind shifts, something reptilian in the air with just a wiff... of sewer?
Wu	"Looking for you, yes," Alice agrees. "And you were being very devious. Normal cops would have taken months to track you down. I'm going to guess you'd have been long-gone by then." Alice steps out to where she can be clearly seen. "Thing is, I'm not exactly a normal cop, just like you're not exactly the usual ... uh ... perp, for want of a better term. Which is why I'm here talking to you. Now would you care to speak over a proper dinner?"     Something shadowy moves in the shadows and makes her narrow her eyes. She rubs them and looks again, seeing nothing.     "If you don't think you're 'presentable' I can get it to order. My treat?"
Scarlet Belmont	Scarlet Belmont still seems overtly relaxed, her hand still propping up her chin as she looks down at Alice. "And we have the pride of...what city was this? Gotham? Oh yes, I remember. That's right. Gotham Police Department. Looking for little ol me. I get the feeling I know exactly what over." She starts to speak further, but a highly distracting scent catches her nose. She holds up a finger towards the police officer as she cants her head up, sniffing the air. It was...gross. Oddly pungeant. Reptillian..somehow? That didn't make sense. Lizards didn't smell that bad...most of the time. And perspiration? Lizards don't sweat, did they? Questions for later. She looks around for the source of the smell, turning a few times towards Raph, but clearly not able to quite 'see' him. She was definitely on alert though, her tail going stiff and her muscles tensing, as if she was about to move. She eventually looks back down to Alice with a furrowed brow. "A likely story. You come looking for me without trying to shoot me and then have some weird lizard goon try to sneak up on me while my back is turned? I've been at this for a little while, and while I promise to be no expert, I'm certainly not a novice Miss Gumshoe."
Raphael	Crap, she's got a nose! Taph scowled from his perch... and deftly lifted a arm, tucking his head downwards... Listen, you can only do so much when you're not really allowed to walk into a bodega and pick up some soap. So she knew he was here... but not where. He still had an advantage, he just needed to- Lizard Goon- His blood rose, hot headed, hot blooded, no, he wasn't your average, every day walking talking turtle. Before he could think of a plan, he had his foot on the ledge and he was going over... A certain part of his mind wondered how Leo' did it. A small part. The rest had words to offer. From the neighboring building came a form, green, five feet tall, (if you could guess that while he was in the air), shelled. Eyes fixed her with a vicious glare from behind the red strip of his mask, "WHO'RE YOU CALLING A GOON, DOG-FACE?!" the goon yelled. He curled in on himself, rolling through the air until he unfurled, his leg stretching out like a spear, the heel of a two-toed foot seeking her face.
Wu	"Lizard goon...?" Alice looks genuinely taken aback and confused. At the goon's sudden, angry appearance she reflexively pulls her guns, shouting, "FREEZE! HONG KO... DAMMIT! GOTHAM CITY POLICE!" The guns aren't pointed at Scarlet. They're pointed at "her lizard goon". All this visible before she melts into shadows nearby, keeping herself out of sight as much as possible, which is pretty much in an alley on a half-moonlight night.     "This is police business," she urgently calls to Scarlet. "Please stay out of it. I can take care of a lizard goon as easily as I tracked you."     That oughta get him to shift targets...
Scarlet Belmont	A subtle shift of the wind. That's all it took for her to realize that something was moving towards her at a rapid speed. She turns, expecting an assailant with, at best, a stinky pet iguana or something. What she got, was 5 feet of of humanoid turtle and an attitude problem. The sight alone was so utterly bewildering, that dodging seemed like an afterthought. And in reality, it was. Raph's foot connect solidly with Scarlet's face, sending the werewolf flying back. She rolls onto her feet quickly enough, using her claws to grip the roof and slow her tumble. She stands up slowly and unfurls her claws to their maximum length, a few inches of gleaming, supernaturally sharp keratin. The calm demeanor is gone, replaced by a far more aggressive one. "I stand corrected. Kick me again turtle..mutant...thing. I dare you. And I'm warning you right now that I have very, very, very sharp teeth." She passes a look down towards Alice and frowns. She could probably grab the cop and maybe outrun the turtle if she had to. Who's to say he wasn't a monster of some sort? That could be an option, but if they guy was spoiling for a fight, he'd certainly find her to be no slouch.
Raphael	Anger, self-righteousness, it pumped hard through him with every tump of his heart against the back of his shell. He made contact and the exhileration of the fight began. He rolled, bleeding momentum as he rolled on his shell and came up in a wide, low stance, two-fingered hands lifted in fists as he waited for her to get up. He should have kept at her but he wanted a fight, not to give a beating. The beating would come later, one he believed she richly deserved. "Yeah, how about you just stay down there, Officer Loud Mouth!" the turtle in red yelled down into the alley, trying to shout over his shoulder without looking away. "I'll be sure to leave ytou enough to cuff." Not a lie, he didn't want to kill what he believed to be a vicious murderer. He just wanted to leave a lot of bruises. A LOT of bruises. "You bet just bet your sweet little flea collar, kibble breath. I'll kick you plenty." he vowed. He eyed her claws... He's handled scratchers before, never come away clean but he's handled them. Was it the claws that made you a werewolf... or a bite? Something for Donny to worry about when he came home the conquering hero. "Yeah, yeah, oh my grandma what a big mouth ytou have, what big claws!" he jeered, reaching down to his belt where a set of long knives with pronounced, pronged hilts rested, he pulled them out with savory aplomb, letting them spin around the foremoest of his fingers before he stilled them in his grip, the blade extending from between his fingers. "But I've got me som little claws too... only mine don't get all mess by gutting little old ladies in alley ways and leaving them to bleed out like slaughtered pigs!" his head of steam built up to a boil and he flung himself at her with a yell! He veered left, bounding up onto a chimney before he hurled himself at her, tucking in his arms and legs so that he rolled through the air, his shell facing towards her when time came for that heavy impact!
Wu	Alice says some bad words. Some very, very, very bad words. In Cantonese, so only the locals can understand her, not the two interlopers above. Fortunately.     She fumbles quickly in her pocket and pulls out first a piece of rice paper, covered in Chinese writing, which she promptly eats, followed by a silver pendant on a silver chain. This she whirls over her head before releasing the pendant in an arc over her head, hanging on to the end of the chain.     The pendant, on reaching the end of the chain, continues flying through the air, dragging the chain and the cop with it. It flies in a parabola that lands the cop on her feet gently on the roof. One gun is leveled, but pointed just away from the pair. It barks once. Loudly. A bullet hits the ground right in front of Raphael's foot, spalling the clay tile right in front of him, sending his foot slipping to one side, he off-balance.     The observant will note that the bullet did not go where the gun was pointed...     "I. Said. Freeze." Alice says, matter-of-factly, all pleasantness draining from her voice. "I fucking meant it."
Scarlet Belmont	Scarlet Belmont doesn't have much time to process things, but her brain tries. She watches Raphael for a moment, mostly ignoring what he was saying. Aggressive. Hard-headed. Rude. A fight with him would likely get nasty, especially considering he was actually armed and hell bent on beating her for no reason. He mentions murdering old people which...what? He was clearly mistaken. Sometimes grandma could be a gang member but it wasn't often and wasn't going to be something she was going to deal with. It'd be better to tire him out and explain than justify his misplaced rage with aggression. She sheathes her claws. As Raph came in on her shell first she blinks at the attack. Well that was...something. Rather than moving she simply held out her arms and caught him, his weight being something she could withstand now that she was ready for it. If that happened, then she just held him over her head with a ease. "Monsieur, how about we put the knives away, talk like monsters with brains in our skulls and not collapse a roof on top of a couple who probably can't afford it?" It's at about that time where Alice makes her way up the building in probably the most elaborately clever way possible. She blinks innocently at the gunshot, not even flinching at it. If Raph did get caught, he'd just be held above her head as high as she could manage, trying her best to keep him from hurting anyone at the moment.
Raphael	Rude, yes but also cool. What was supposed to be a impact turned into a sudden deceleration. The ridge of his shell provided more than a ample surface for holds despite the cracks here and there. Upside down, he struggled, twisting this way ahdn that, kicking his legs over head, trying to work himself free by jerking suddenly left and then right! Then she hoisted him aloft... and he was a turtle stuck on ghis back. The gunshot scarecely registered... I mean, he did live in Brooklyn. Her command of freeze weighed a bit more on his attention. "Do I /look/ like I'm going anywhere?" he retorted bitterly. "So humiliating..." he added under his breath. He'd never be able to show his face out of his shell if this made it back to the lair. "Fine,-" he didn't even care that she called him a Monster, not right now at least. He'd worry about symmantics later. "Fine, fine alright, look-" she couldn't but even so, "Putting them away." he did, slipping the blades throough loops in his belt, leather whispering across steel. "You going to put me down now?!"
Wu	"You're ugly, your discpline is lacking, and you smell bad," Alice says acidly, eyes narrowed as she steps toward the pair, both guns once again out. They're not QUITE pointed at the pair ... but she's also just demonstrated they don't have to be.     She glances at Scarlet. "I've put him down," she says deadpan. "You can release him now."     "Now let me get this straight. Listen carefully because I don't repeat myself. Afterwards I let the ladies here speak for me."     Short pause.     "I'm Detective Alice Gulliver of the Hong Kong Police, attached to and deputized by the Gotham City Police Department. This means that for all practical purposes I'm a detective of the Gotham City Police. I just have to fill out more papers when I do arrests. I hate paperwork so I try to avoid arrests unless I absolutely have to. If I have to do paperwork, though, I get into a bad mood. And the paperwork for a shooting is only a little bit more than the paperwork for a simple arrest so..."     Another short pause.     "So let's just chill, OK? Talk. Move our mouths to have sounds come out that in aggregate mean something in the shared code we use to communicate."     Sarcastic when she's mad, ain't she?
Scarlet Belmont	Scarlet Belmont 's arms swing and sway as Raph flails in her grip; his shell being plenty textured enough for her to get a solid handhold. Now that Alice was up there with her, she could see that standing up, the werewolf is pretty tall. As she comes up there, Scarlet flashes her a toothy smile that only ceases when Raph finally gives in and stops his fidgeting. She looks up towards him. "See now, was that so hard Mr. Turtle? Kicking people in the face is hardly comparable to a fine greeting, wouldn't you say?" She leans over to the side and places Raph down on his feet before looking back directly at the police woman. "So you mean that he isn't with you? And you guys aren't from Warwi-...huh. Come to think of it, no lightning and last I checked, reptiles were not their modus operandi. Fair enough." She reaches down to her poncho and wipes off whatever may have been on Raph's shell, sneering at it before crossing her arms and looking at Alice. "Okay, so we're talking. What...are we talking about again?"
Raphael	"From where I'm dangling, you ain't exactly a prize pig yourself, Lady." sneered the turtle in Red. Eventually, he was allowed back onto his own feet. He simmered, stewing in subdued anger and humiliation., taking a moment to try and brush off whatever was on dog-face's hands. "And I just waxed it." he muttered., eventually getting his head out of the other end of his shell long enough to pay some attention to Alice. Testosterone came off him like the shimmering air above the street in the summer. He planted his feet and crossed his arms over his shell, macho and a little petulent. "Ain't Mr. Turtle, I look like some Tootsie pop mascot to you?" he snapped, snear revealing teeth, blunt teeth.