Dark Reign - Marvel Bobic Roleplaying

[Rip]

((If you hurry, you can catch him, and the next Scene can be played with Team Affiliation dice instead! Also, decide if you two have been living together for a bit. Luke has been unreachable since the dock incident, Danny; something about his daughter was the last you got out of him.))

[Samurai]

Working with Barton over the past couple of weeks since the team split up to follow different leads -- and let the heat from their activities die down a little -- has given Rand a working knowledge of the bowman's routines.

"This doesn't follow the pattern," Danny thinks, already scooping up his costume and shoving it into a bag as he recalls the door's closure sounding somehow purposeful. With a sense he's lost enough team-mates to obscure personal projects lately -- or at least lost contact with them -- Iron Fist follows Hawkeye out into the street.

[Rip]

Pounding rain and bone-chilling air greet the two outlaw Avengers as they step into the night. Danny trails Clint for a bit; if the Avenging Archer notices him, he doesn't choose to let on. Norman doesn't step out of Avengers Tower often these days, and Clint isn't exactly eager to set off the sort of ruckus necessary to bring "Iron Patriot and his Dark Avengers" out in force, but the journey to even the most high-profile murder always has to start with a single step.

The New Avengers knew, at least before Luke's radio-silence, that Norman had put together some sort of "Cabal", a group of heavy-hitting greasebags he hoped to build into a kind of New World Order. The membership details were scant at best, but the Mafia connections allowed them to at least identify one member: The Hood. So, it stands to reason: make trouble for The Hood, make trouble for Norman Osborn.

Danny pulls his collar up higher to block the wind, but that's not the only thing that gives him a chill as he watches Clint stroll casually through the front door of Josie's Bar, the most infamous villain hangout in Hell's Kitchen.

SCENE: INT - JOSIE'S BAR, HELL'S KITCHEN, NY
Scene Distinctions:
d8 - Close Quarters
d8 - Dark Corners
d8 - Improvised Weapons Galore!

There is the equivalent of a 6d4 Mob of Minor Villains in here; surprises notwithstanding. They are not currently hostile. The bar is manned by a heavy-set middle-aged woman whose dour countenance has been locked in place since September of 1979. Josie's Bar has enough of a reputation that anyone not affiliated with the more seedy elements of Hell's Kitchen knows not to go there, unless they're looking to make the cut, one way or the other.

[Samurai]

Rand is particularly familiar with Josie's from his time in Daredevil's boots. He knows the place both by its notoriety and personal experience.

"Incognito entrance -- he probably just wants information," Rand muses. "Clint can probably handle it if things get ugly, but I'll know the layout better. I just hope another unknown face doesn't make anyone too jumpy."

Rain flows down the back of his neck, but this is hardly the most unpleasant of physical conditions the Living Weapon of K'un L'un has had to endure. He waits on the corner, hoping the passage of time allays any suspicion that he and Hawkeye known one another. After a few minutes, he drops his bag behind a dumpster -- shouldn't be needing the costume, with any luck -- and strides towards the bar, accelerating to a trot as he reaches the door, aiming for the look of someone very happy to get out of the weather. Pushing it open, he bustles inside.

[Zengus]

((I have read this and am working on a post. Sorry, work is kicking my ass right now))

[Samurai]

((Sorry to hear that, chap. Fingers crossed it eases off soon. And Rip, hope your family are doing okay.))

[Rip]

((Zeng - no troubles, Bubbles; we ain't got nothin' but time))

[Zengus]

((Word. And it's not all bad, Sam- just started a new job and it's a fair upgrade, but having to get myself up to speed on the new shop etiquette and new position responsibilities has been all consuming, aha. On a related note, I can now write things in chocolate in fancy cursive (*beams*). But, I digress...))

Oof. Maybe it woulda been nice to bring some back up on this after all, Clint thinks as he walks in. He'd come here to find some scum to slum it with, and at this moment it seemed like the right place. Damn, there sure were a lot of them.

He walks up to the bar and grabs an open stool, in between a couple patrons. He gets a beer and nurses it quietly for a few minutes, exuding what he hoped came off as a "functional alcoholic getting his first of the day" kinda vibe. Just as he starts to look around himself a bit for likely candidates to start some conversation with, he sees Danny walk in.

Fuck, what's he doing here? Did he follow me? What does he think I'm doing right now? Fuck, I hope he doesn't come up and talk to me. Fuuuu. Clint keeps a good poker face, however, and scans past Danny. Clint goes back to nursing his beer, and waits a bit more.

[Rip]

The large woman behind the larger counter put Clint's ordered beer down with just an ounce more force than was polite. She lingered for a moment, obviously waiting to see if there would be any further requests, before leaning in with whispered exasperation, "Say handsome; what's it really gonna be?"

With eyes of a hawk, Clint had already spotted the Hydra logo on the body armor of the man drinking next to him, despite the heavy trench coat. No one he recognized, though, besides Danny...

[synkr0nized]

(( No one is dead yet?!! ))