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Juggernaut	Times Square is no stranger to wild sights and bizarre happenings... Really that is applicable to the entire sprawling cityscape that is New York, period. Times Square, however, can be said to be the occasional epic center of such things. A cog around which the wheel of tourism, mega events, economy, transit and much more spins. Truly an amazing sight. And some how in the midstd of all of this, Cain Marko still manages to stand out. It's in his nature really. Even at his most restrained, his most pulled back, his most casual affair he's something of a monstrous wrecking ball of a man after all. His emergence from the subway station is almost akin to watching a kaiju rise up from the depths as he climbs the steps up to the surface. A mountain range among the smaller wary and anxious pedestrians who crowd around him but don't dare to impede him as he stretches up and up into view. Once he reaches the street level the crowds begin parting around him like waters surging around a mountainous landmass as he comes to a stop to look the area over. Dark shades hide his neutral eyes and his lighlty beardd jaw is set into a stern but mildly dismissive expression with all the disinterest in the efforts of those beneath him - literally. Not unlike the mountain range he gives an impression of. It probably doesn't help that his tee shirt, straining pitifully against his bult, sports a stylized image of Godzilla peering over the Tokyo skyline. Apt. After a few long moments of swiveling his attention from side to side, as if searching the area for something, bull sized neck swamping his head with its girth as he cooly takes in the sights....he begins a slow tread forward at an unhurried almost lazy pace.
Rachel Roth	Rachel Roth is moving, hoodie pulled up and concealing her signature gemstone forehead but not the ultra pale goth asthetic of her appearance, has her hands stuffed in her hoodie pockets over leggings. She's with one of the Robins (who can keep track of them) and currently appears to be engaged in a discussion about something. It could be an argument, it's hard to tell - the Titanic Sorceress's affect is typically flat and dry - she'd have made an excellent British sketch comedian with her constantly deadpan delivery, "I'm willing to bet you won't find any kids these days who have even heard of Iron Maiden." Who knows if she's talking about the band, or some unknown superhero.      They're taking a short-cut through Times Square, for whatever reason, when Raven starts to feel the mood of the crowd shift. Her finely tuned empathy clues her in that people are getting a bit worried, a bit nervous, or otherwise having a reaction to something. Looking up as she comes to a sudden stop, she looks around - what's got people skittish." A brief pause before she spots it. Holy crap, a literal giant in the crowd. Well even a normal guy that big would be bound to make people a little bit nervous, or impressed, or any number of other strong emotions.
Damian Wayne	"I guarantee you they haven't." Robin - in his civilian guise of Damian Wayne (Ibn-al Xu'ffasch to those of you who are Ra's al Ghul fans) is walking beside Rachel Roth. Where she is dressed and adorned in simple clothing, Damian is much the same. A hood is worn over his head that's attached to a simple sweater, black jeans worn on the legs with combat boots on the feet. No doubt that even like this, seemingly lacking in any kind of dangerous activity, Damian is actually quite literally stocked to the teeth. "Iron Maiden is one of those influential bands that the newbloods have no idea existed or associated it with the old guard." He remarks to her. If she's talking about the hero, Robin has /no idea/ who she's talking about. Figures. He walks alongside her, his eyes narrowing as he comes to a stop, maybe taking a step in front of Raven to protect her. "Be ready to move." He mutters to her and he sees a giant in the crowd, walking with purpose in mind. "...can you read him?"
Juggernaut	Ah if they only knew.. This is the 'svelte' version of him. Seven foot something. Something, something hundred pounds. If he were in his 'work clothes' there would probably be sirens going off by now. He's practically skinny! Nevertheless, his very movements seem to part the air around him with a palpable sensation to those he passes by and here is a seeming instinctual urge to get out of his way as he moves. He makes no attempt to turn his shoulders or adjust his path. It's move or be move and wisely the crowds seem to pick up on this and allow the goliath his passage. Naturally he is oblivious to the observation of the Titans and remains so as they track him and perhaps follow after him and so makes his way along, minding his own business, until he eventaully comes across a food stand which slows ultimately serves as his first stop. The owner looks up and begins stammering as Cain's expressionless features study the me Thus nu with the same sort of dismissive casualness he'd been giving the rest of the world...until he finally reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. "Gimme a couple of those." he rumbles, heavy bass voice thudding into the depths of the vendors stomach but he quickly complies, beginning to pull together a couple of patented hot dog offerings. A sudden ring tone goes off and the giant reaches up to his ears and presses in, activating the bluetooth there in as naturally his massive fingers are probably disinterested in handling whatever phone he's carrying somewhere. "Yeah?" he rumbles, while waiting for food and change. "I'm here. Where are ya?" There's a pause and he then rumbles, irritably, "You know I hate this Mission Impossible crap. Why didn't you just meet me at The Bar WIth No Name? Where's the package?" His massive hand reaches down and retrieves the offered hot dogs, the irritation in his voice rising as he speaks to 'someone' "You serious? Hurry it up. I gotta get ready to leave for Cairo soon."
Rachel Roth	When Damien moves in front of her as if to protect her, Raven rolls her eyes and 'huffs' out a little breath of air that pushes her bangs up a little bit, "He's not bothering anybody." There's a long pause there, her hands coming up to brush her hoodie back enough so she can see more clearly, pulling it back until locks of that hair fall out and her gem catches in the sunlight, "Well." She pauses again, as if locking for the right words to say, "Well, he's not bothering anybody /yet/." For some reason, she seems curious, starting to step around and move a few feet in that direction to follow. She's not really stalking or trying to hide, but she's not going out of her way to call attention to herself either, "Do you think Juggernaut is magic?" She seems like she's got the scent of something interesting.
Damian Wayne	The bigger they are? The harder they fall. And Damian /loves/ watching giants fall over. Yet, even still, Juggernaut hasn't noticed him. "Cain Marko. Juggernaut." He identifies him quickly. Is he wearing one of those 'contacts' that's actually a mini-holo computer with connection to hte Batcave, like an infinitely cooler Google glass? Potentially. Also, eidetic memory. Though as he's watching him, he watches the giant seemingly conversing with someone on the other side. What is he waiting for? *Who* is he waiting for? He doesn't seem to notice Rachel rolling her eyes. It's logical: Raven is not someone who goes up close and personal to outfight an enemy. She's best at range where she can use her magic without fear of danger. Damian has no powers, but he's a far better melee combatant. "Yeah. Only real explanation. Unless he's just /built different/. I doubt we'll be able to overpower someone who puts the Hulk on the backfoot. I suggest attacking his mind or I can attack his lungs." Can't fight if you can't breathe. Pause. "...if he proves to be up to trouble." He yields that, but he starts to follow along with Rachel, keeping a close eye. "Why, do you smell magic on him?"
Juggernaut	That's one good computer! Somehow Cain has managed to keep his civilian identity on the wraps from most heroes but.....let's face it. Batman. Oh an Batman's kid. "Thanks chum." rumbles Cain as he collects his change from the vendor who is still staring at him, slack jawed. Cain frowns lightly. "Fee Fi Fo Fum, man. It's not like ordered you for lunch or something. Sheesh." He purses his lips, wrinkling his nose and then he's stepped away finally. The vendor nearly collapses, grasping hold of his cart as the tension of his body leaves him in the wake of the titanic mans passage. Looks like Cain just has that effect on people. "Alright, where?" he rumbles again into his earpiece. HIs steps are now more deliberate. Direct. He's not exactly cruising but he seems to be getting a sense of direction now and moving with purpose to his lumbering gait. The very air about him becomes directed and focused. Easily picked up by empathy. He's got something to do it seems and should they take such bait and follow, the giant eventually reaches a corner and turns it, moving off the beaten path towards streets leading to alleyways and the rear of buildings. o O (About time. This idol better be worth this trouble.) o O his thoughts drift, exposed as they are at present. Magic indeed swirls about him. How does one define what sensing the presence of The Exemplar of Physical Power is like? The literal Avatar of Cyttorak, a primordial princpality force that would be the peer of Trigon himself. If Rache looks too deeply she might not like what she finds as he's a skyscraper on the landscape of magical elements in the area. Eventually he does slow down as he nears an alley leading towards the back enrance of some random building. A semi truck sits there, men off loading cargo into the back warehouse entrance of the building, blocking full passage through the way. "I see it. I'll call you back." he rumbles before stopping and then glancing around the area, shaded gaze finallly passing back in the direction of a certain goth girl and her 'bodyguard'.
Rachel Roth	"You don't /smell/ magic, just like I don't really read minds. There's a complex emotional response to mystical energies in the human brain that...." Rachel seems a little distracted while she talks, as if she's trying to multi-task and d osomething a little more involved than just carry on the conversation. She purses her lips together, starting to sweat just a little bit on her forehead. Then she purses her lips out and goes, "Phew!" Her eyes have widened a little bit, as if impressed or worried about something. She starts to back up a little bit, perhaps trying to fade back into the crowd. She lifts both hands, making a small complicated series of finger-waggling designs in the air before saying, "I think he's making a delivery of something. I don't know, is it any of our business really?" It's almost definitely crime, but Raven generally doesn't care about 'non-violent' crimes.