Owner	Pose
Rose Kolodny	Dark, dingy, and permeated with the tarry blackness of decades of smoke. Walls of stone and lacquered wood, colors muted to shades of green and black, a floor of worn and pitted wood. The heavy bar is flanked on the left with the toilets, and on the right by a narrow hallway of doors, on the left side of the hallway the doors are marked with the name of a city and a clock, the bars series of highly illegal access to other areas of the world; and on the right, leading behind the bar, 'employees only'.     Beneath a thick coat of resin, the bars original wooden surface is pitted and scarred, the brass rough along it's edge. New barstools of chrome and red have replaced their ancient forebearers. The old wood of the tables and booths likely hasn't changed despite the number of names and owners the place has had over the decades, although the booths, like the stools have been recently reupholstered in dark red.     The recessed pit at the far end of the room from the bar used to belong to the building next door, and it's clear here is where the majority of the current renovation attempt has been focused. Thick plexiglass panels are set into the walls flanking either side of the reinforced doors into the pit itself, with narrow stairs up to the rough seating above. The floor has been taken down to dirt, walls reinforced concrete with reinforced rebar and a few layers beyond to try and keep the damage contained to the arena for the regular, and frequently bloody, bouts that happen within its confines.     This is not the place to find pop music, dancers, or fancy flaming cocktails. The liquor served ranging from 'cheap and possibly lethal' to 'expensive and almost definitely so' by staff for whom 'customer service' is a foreign concept.
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell wolf forms and clambers into lap like a big dog that thinks it is a lap dog.
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "But that isn't a flavor! It is a thing that tastes like other things!"
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell eyes Red Hood. Eyes his request he has in to obtain Joker as his alt. Tries to look casual.
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell threw up some Hand ninjas in a scene tonight. :(
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "They don't taste good. And I should know. I ate like...12."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell -is- going to app him. Likely make a few tweaks to the current write-up.
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "You and Nightwing had a nice, heartfelt scene at the end of the new Redd Hood and the Outlaws, as a random note."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "It was good. But, then again, that series is -excellent-."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "Anyways, it was basically Nightwing telling Jason he was proud that he was being a better big brother to Bizarro then Nightwing ever was to Jason, and Jason saying that he was better then he gives him credit for."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "And so much better to see Jason eating a messy burger over his batcomputer in his little wannabe Batcave in this...then seeing him jetsetting in a private jet in Nu52."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "He had like...millions of dollars and private jets and was sleeping with exotic stewardesses and junk in Nu52."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "But the new one, as said, is everything I wanted out of the original."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "But all of the bat titles in it are great. Batman, Detective Comics, Super Sons, Teen Titans, RH and the Outlaws, Batwoman, Batgirl, etc. All gold."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "She's written very well in the new Detective Comics stuff. First time I've enjoyed the character."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "Well, DC has clearly moved past that. They've gotten pretty good at inclusivity. As has Marvel. Not perfect, but a hell of a lot better then it was."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "And, to be clear, none of my issues with BW were from her being gay. Renee Montoya is a favorite of mine. She just fell into a certain trope I don't really dig, I guess. At the time, anyways."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "I have a hard time really digging really stoic characters. Only real exception is Batman."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "Also, I am not a fan of her costume. Never have been."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "But Gotham is my favorite DC thing other then Superman."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell prefers Teen Titans over Titans in Rebirth, but I dig that roster more.
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "Only member of the Titans I really like is Roy. But I like all the Teen members."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "Though, to be fair, I'm not very familiar with the characters on the Titans roster, so there isn't as much connection for me."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell is a Raven fan, personally. But I dig that whole team. Starfire, Raven, Beast Boy, Damian (Who has grown on me in Rebirth), etc.
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell was going to make the LoD when he was apping Zod but got like...2 people interested, so dropped it.
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "More classic, with darkness to him. Less modern serial killer."
Werewolf by Night	Jack Russell says, "He'll still -kill-. He has one hell of a body count. But not...yeah."
Werewolf by Night	Jack managed to go back to the docks and snag his backpack, which is good. It had his things in it. So, now the man is dressed in a different pair of jeans, another pair of boots, and a simple t-shirt. Beneath bandages hold him together a bit, since some of the wounds have not entirely healed. Sure, he healed WAY faster then a human would, but still.     He adjusts his sunglasses (Yes, at night!) and glowers a bit at the others, staying quiet for now. He tries to take it all in, the monster a bit out of his depth.
Black Knight	As they enter the fatal funnel, Dane is getting done doctoring himself from the gear on his horse. He pats the horse on the rump. He points to a nearby rooftop. He brings rope with him from the saddle bags as the horse flies over to the nearby rooftop. He walks over to the men who stunned earlier with his 'lightsaber' and begins to secure them with the rope even as he says a single word and his armour forms about his form.     Deathwish or not, Dane Whitman was looking for something today. Dead men tell no tales.
Black Knight	"In the interest in saving lives, aye." Black Knight responds. He is surprisingly mobile in his black armour as he comes, quite literally running on over. The black sword in his hand is not for these men though. It is reserved for those who can handle it. As he approaches, He sets the Ebony Blade. He run ... to a wall? THe sword enters the wall, and with a pivot of his hips there is a shearing sound as the sword cuts a man sized 'mouse hole' in a wall, to allow the others to avoid the hallway. He tosses the Ebony blade to his left hand, reversing the grip, and the right hand then ignites his 'lightsaber'. Projectiles pig harmlessly off his armour as he advances down the hall to let the others just go right past. The golden white blade ignites. "This..." His baritone says gravely from the helm. "Is where you run." He tells the ninja.
Black Knight	"By the veil, is all you know how to do is kill?" Black Knight thunders. "At this point, they are villains by a matter of degrees."     So this is what Captain America must feel like? His eyes seek out Logan. "Try not to kill everyone!" He makes the attempt to lead rather than kvetch, even as Black Knight turns off his photonic blade and rushes towards what certainly looks like a blood sacrifice. He cannot ask people to lay off on the killing without demonstrating a concern for his felow man. It turns into a body block as he sees flames rising. He needs to get those flames out.
Black Knight	And its another dead girl. Dane is quiet for a moment. How many of these has he seen? His eyes are distant for a long moment and he delicately closes her eyes with his left hand and stands. There is a snap hiss as the photonic blade ignites. His helmeted visage has a set jaw.     Someone might have to pay.
Black Knight	"Then come take it." Black Knght replies. The photonic blade is tuned off. The Ebony blade is drawn forth once more, it glitters darkly. A grim sort of beauty to it. "I do not fear your powers. Would not be the first time." His shoulders set, and he whispers a word. On his let arm amidst golden sparkles the black mirrored surface of the shield of night gleams.     "It it thirsty. Let us finish this, eh?" He lift the shield up to rest it just under his eyes.