Owner	Pose
Jason Todd	Bludhaven. Nightwing says he's the protector of Bludhaven - his place to be away from the Bat and to do his own thing, on his own side of the Gotham River. "I love pissing on Dick." That said quietly under his breath as Red Hood makes his way along the rows of shipping containers down in the Riverfront District. He had gotten a tip on a large shipment that was coming in for Black Mask, and if it's one person that Red Hood loves pissing off more than Nightwing, it's Black Mask. Climbing up a stack of shipping containers, Jason slows his steps as he approaches the spot where a large crane is off-loading containers from a Turkey-flagged ship. It's almost 3 in the morning on a Saturday - noone is supposed to working at this time, so it does more than stand out a little. Security was paid off to allow this to happen, after all. On the dock, a container is being lifted from the large crane and being moved from ship to shore, where several men wait for it with a cargo truck.
Starr	What is a demon doing at the wharf in the middle of the night? Tracking...things. Not demons tonight, oh no, but the sins of humanity. Tonight there was avarice swelling around applenty, but also several other delightful tugs of sinners. The past few days had involved a bit of work, but she finally had a few magical tomes to work with. And so far she could sense sins once more. So that was a start. How long it lasted though... The wind hid the sound of her wings fluttering as she glided in. Alighting on the crane itself at the farthest point on the arm. Those black eyes peer downwards at the container being moved. "And just what has everyone so worked up in there I wonder..." She muses as she dives now. Avarice often meant money or value among humanity, but not always. Still given her current predicament if there were useable assets inside it would be handy to liberate it for herself. So tonight she plays the 'hero'. At first she steps off the end of the crane. Falling to land neatly on the container below she waits for herself, and it, to be lowered down towards the cargo truck. Folding her arms and putting on her most condescending smirk she waited, poised, for the thugs to realize her presense. The smell of brimstone and the way her presence made hairs stand on end would tell them something was coming...
Jason Todd	'Tracking sins'. As if Jason Todd wasn't the whole mess of them in one angry bundle. Okay, so wrath is totally his thing. And well, she knows about lust already. I digress. That odd feeling starts to creep over the gangsters, and they're starting to draw their weapons, looking around for a possible target. "That's helpful." After all, with them concentrating and disorganized in fear, Jason is far more effective in his role. As he drops down behind the side of the truck, he comes across the first thug taking a drag off of his cigarette, the ember glowing for a moment in the darkness. "Those things will kill you." Said in a whisper behind the man, when he turns, Jason's fist smashes into his face, dropping the man to the ground, as Red Hood moves on. One down, six to go. Meanwhile, on the freighter, one of the men on the deck of the ship notices the sudden sway of the container and the winged demon girl standing upon it. "Iblis!" he calls out, grabbing his rifle from his shoulder and firing a spate of bullets at Starr. A stream of Turkish flows from him, but 'Iblis' seems to be the word of the night.
Starr	Starr turns to look over at the freighter and her wings snap wide open. As they do they sever the crane cable of the container. For only a fraction of a second does she fall before her wings beat downwards and carry her aloft. Globes of intense heat are launched randomly at the container and the air fills with playful laughter. Playful and wicked laughter ala the Wicked Witch of the West. As the container crashes down towards the ground the air becomes thick and heavy with heat. The temperature was a pleasant 54 and overcast. Now it felt like a nasty muggy night in Bangkok at the height of summer tourism. "What delights have you mortals brought me tonight?" Starr calls as she dives to land after the container crashes. Dropping lightly from the sky before those who managed to avoid the container. "Oh god, help! I'm pinned!" One thug is as deep as his hips. It's likely he is doomed anyway from the way he is twitching and screaming. Starr rolls her eyes and her lip curls. A globe of brilliant light and heat encircles his head and the body goes limp. What remains is a charred skull as the light, cornea-burning bright, fades. "Next?" Starr asked cheerfully.
Jason Todd	The container smashes into the dock, cracking and falling open on it's side. It's hard to see what is within as the angle of collapse caused the corner of the container to hit the ground first. One thug was pinned, but the rest were able to pull aside. Another was about to be as the container started to fall over Jason hears the crash, and then the laughter. There might have been a little shudder. We'll let her figure out if that was fear or.. something more. But for the moment, Red Hood is saving a life, shoving one of the thugs aside before the conatiner crashes down in the spot that they once occupied. "For a lady that's supposed to be tempting me to hell," Jason manages as he punches the man in the face and rolls to his feet to take cover as several rounds of ammo slam into the side of the truck. "you're doing a pretty piss poor job by making me do nice things." At the flash of fire and warmth, Jason gives a soft ungh of displeasure, before he drops several pellets into his hand and throws them out amongst the thugs, causing smoke to billow up amongst them. He needs time to regroup and make his next move - Starr has him distracted. Not that she isn't about to have her own issues - while smaller caliber fire may smack into the woman and have little more effect than a mild annoyance, one the ship's defensive guns against pirates is brought to bear as a .50 cal starts to spit rounds of high explosive impact rounds at the demon. They may not hurt her, but they pack a hell of a concussive force.
Starr	Starr turned towards Red Hood. There was evident surprise and delight in her expression as she caught sight of him. "Well, what a pleasure to meet you here," She says with a bit of a laugh. The thugs bullets bounce off her they continue to fire, like thugs do, till empty. *KA-BOOM* The large round hits her while she was distracted, throwing her back into the container itself. It begins to creek and the dock groans slightly. Though she didn't dent the container much, she did get pissed. Starr snarls as her eyes fall on the gun and a globe zips from her hand through the air to the end of that cannon. 1500 degrees of heat warping the metal and guaranteeing a spectacular misfire. "Ow," She says with disdain. The man behind the cannon finds himself not only dealing with the heat on the outside, but that on the inside. Most humans won't last long with 110 degree fever. AND shooting into the smoke? Life just got really hard for that gunner. "You don't have to save anyone. In fact you should have just let him fall, he was almost as wrathful as you." The woman begins to walk menacingly towards the remaining thugs, her wings rising, and eyes dancing says in her forboding and dangerous voice, "I can kill all of you easily right now. Or you can swear loyalty to me and maybe have some of your greed sated as well as your lives."
Jason Todd	"See, that's where I'm going to inevitably disappoint you, Starr." Jason offers as he throws the man he just helped against the side of the truck to knock him out. "While I ain't one to mind doling out a bullet to the head to solve the world's problems, I'm inevitably a softie that would rather break a few bones, teach a few lessons and straighten someone up rather than the whole ultimate solution shit." he points out to her. The explosion of the gun causes a larger explosion upon the freighter. A few firehoses are brought in, and a pair of them are turned on Starr to try to push her back with the purse force of high-pressure seawater being poured at her. Jason disappears into the smoke again, moving to take out another target. "Don't think you gave them a good choice on a benefits package on why they should surrender to you - I mean, I wouldn't go for it either, and I already know what the fringe benefits are."
Starr	Starr lets out a sigh of vague disappointment at Jason's words as he tosses the other thugs about. "Oh, I don't always kill. I'll get bored of it in a day or two. But can't say the world will miss these creatures," A hand gestures to the burned skull. When the spray first hits her she is forced back several feet with a grunt. Then her legs catch and her strength makes her simply get VERY wet. And angrier. Which is no good for anyone really. A powerful beat of her wings sends the smoke swirling in tornadoes of swirling gray. Into the sky once again she flies but more quicker. On an attack vector for the freighter itself. That face set into one of mild fury and dark glee is locked on those with the hose. One thing is clear, she is done playing. As person after person on deck finds their brains suddenly boiling as well as their bodies. Fevers for the lot of them as she circles and then dives on those with the water cannons. "See my mercy, then, mortals and see which you prefer." Starr calls as she dives fast and furious to tear the hose and its housing from the ship.
Jason Todd	"Mother.." Jason can tell Starr's going full force berzerker mode - and it forces him more into the - get the hell out of here mode as he throws another criminal to the side. "Look, you want to die tonight? Picked the perfect girl to piss off to do it." He calls out. "Suggest you run for your lives." And as Starr goes on her boiling spree, the screams and falls of men are heard in the din of crackling fire and the hiss of water. The grinding and groaning of metal creaking and breaking brings Jason to flicker on his low light scanner and find Starr in the darkness. As the last of the men are leaving the ship, Jason makes his move.. .. on the Princess. "Starr!" he calls out, flinging a bola up towards her, knowing that she can easily vaporize it as it whips around her body. "That's enough!" he demands of her. "You're making me start to sound like Him and that's pissing me off!"
Starr	Starr tosses the housing of the hose aside and out into the water. She could have easily thrown it at any of the men suffering their horrible fevers. Yet she doesn't and instead stands tall and terrible looking at them writhing on the deck. Those that fell into the water are lucky, as the cold ocean quickly saps the fever from their bodies. She wasn't paying attention to hold the fevers, letting their own bodies freak out over it was enough. None of the fevers would last more than an hour, but they would leave damage forever. The human brain is not meant to reach 110 degrees. They would not forget her if they survived, or they might but her mark was left. Then the bolo catches her from behind and from an unexpected source. As she turns towards Jason's call it wraps neatly around one wing, the weight striking into her shoulder. "What in the name of the abyss are you -doing-?" She whirls the rest of the way, the bolo indeed catching flame with the briefest flicker of a sphere. When he explains himself though, she straightens, and the fury leaves. She understands not wanting to be like your father all too well. "Oh. Well. I wouldn't want -that-!" She says before taking two sudden steps and leaping. It carries her back onto the dock to land next to Red Hood. And her landing is light as her wings act like a parachute. "I think they're all taken care of now..." She glances around with obvious pride at the sound of groaning and cries as hallucinations and pain wrack fever-touched bodies. The heat in the air begins to fade as the wind blows in and she ceases her focus on maintaining it.
Jason Todd	Finally ripping his helmet off, Jason doesn't throw it aside. Replacing that thing is hella expensive, and he doesn't want to waste rescources on that at the moment as he pokes a finger into her wet shirt on her chest. "You have some major league anger issues that you probably could ask Vicky to help you control. But I'm not looking for you to be a world conqueror. Or even a city conqueror. That's going to eventually put you at odds with a lot more than me." he points out to her. "Look. I get it. You're a demon. You want control. You want power. Seen that too often and too much." If she were to peek into his head, she'd see all that too. Redemption will never be in the cards for him. "I'm never going to be accepted. But you can still do that. You're at the crossroads right now." he says, splaying his hand out at the damage around him. The death. The moans of men that are severely wounded. "This is the point where you decide if this is your legacy. Or if you want to do better than that and earn that respect instead of fear." Then he pauses and frowns. "Son of a bitch, I do sound like Him."
Starr	Starr raises a brow and tilts her head in an alien-like manner to stare at him. Yet she is surprisingly calm for being lectured by him. It actually amuses her it seems as she slowly smirks and the flames flicker about her eyes brightly. But she does turn then to let her gaze sweep across the dead and wounded. "I could have just killed them all, Jason," Starr says as her eyes return to him. The smile is still there though it is faint. She takes a step towards him and then another, clearly intent on violating his personal space. If he backs up she presses forward. "I showed them mercy for you," A hand gestures to those moaning. "I find human logic so puzzling sometimes. Why would you want the respect of a bunch of criminals who likely -have- killed without care? Or am I missing some bit of human morality in what you speak?"
Jason Todd	He holds her ground. That's the thing about being dead. You seem to gain perspective on the whole 'being alive' thing sucking ass most of the time. "Ain't the respect from them I'm talking about." he points out to her. "You start with these few. Then what? A larger slaughter? Then another? Where does it stop - when you finally get the attention of the ones that call themselves heroes? A battle with Superman or Wonder Woman? Because I know I can't beat sense into you. And you can boil me without a second thoughts.." "You don't need to do this for me, Starr. You need to do this for yourself. Want to make the world a better place? I'm all for it. I appreciate it. Just.. you know.. temper it. And don't let a wet t-shirt piss you off."
Starr	Starr's eyes narrow slightly and the smell of smoke, leather and sea water clings to her this close to Jason. The two are chest to chest with her cocked at that owl-like angle. "Make the world a better place?" She repeats with a slow raise of one brow. "Whose version of -better- are you wanting I suppose is my question," Her voice is low as she speaks. One finger draws up the armor on his chest lazily. "The destruction of the world does not suit me totally. It makes it so much harder to feed and feast on the sins of humanity," Because that -is- her purpose and it is what drives her more than anything else. The finger trails from his chest and up his neck to cup try to cup his chin once more as she leans in. "I was ending things quickly. My methods are not yours. Nor are the tools at my disposal. Let me be clear. I do this because it pleases me. I am a demon and nothing will change that. Just as you were brutally beaten, murdered, and left like the broken doll you were. Neither of us can escape that which made us. It will always be part of us and effect how we do things."
Jason Todd	"Funny. You seemed to have found a way to embrace what you want in it all. No more Vicky to hold you back, right?" Jason asks, even as his chin's cupped and held. He doesn't fight her, nor pull away. He lets out a breath, and then when she says her last words, the vigilante tears his gaze away from her. "This shit I do? It doesn't please me, Starr. Ain't why I do this. I don't get a hard on from breaking a man's arms. Justice isn't my turn on. I do this because I don't have a choice - there's no other way to temper myself." With that, he's taking one of his grapple guns, and firing a line up high. Is he turning her down for an evening in her embrace? Are they actually having a //spat//? Seems to be, as he pulls away on the grapple line and heads off into the darkness as the sounds of police and fire units in the distance grows.
Starr	Starr tilts her head in that odd fashion again as he steps back and away. It doesn't seem to upset her. But then she is not human and his anger, wrath, at her is just as delightful as his lust. His pride, grim as it is, also washes over her as he shoots away on his line. The demoness could pursue him but instead she watches him go and disappear into the night. She doesn't say anything though. When he finally vanishes she turns and rips the doors off the container. Because curiousity was also one of her problems. As she takes in the contents she chuckles and shakes her head. "Oops," It wasn't what she had thought it would be. As the demoness turned from the container the cops were so close. Nothing was taken from the container, but there were moans of pain from inside. At least most of the victims were still alice, if with some bad injuries. Horrific though the scene would prove to be for the arriving authorities, it would also bring stark and vibrant light on this people traffic ring by the news. That would mean the cops would be forced to start acting more down on the docks, so small and costly victories...