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  1. Thunder King
    John nodded. "A girl ends up dead in Bedlam. Not a unique story." He sighed and shook his head. "That's the problem with Bedlam, though. Most of the stories have bad endings, and it's gotten to the point where nobody gives a damn." He considered his options. "I can find out who took her out and hit them back a little bit. I doubt I can make the cops care, but I can at least get a little justice for her. Make her rest better, you know?" He ate the hot dog in silence and thought about what to do. He didn't know exactly where the club was, but that was hardly a problem. Do a little research, lean on things a little bit, see what pops up. "I'll be back to you in a few days, Joe. Thanks for the hot dog." He finished his meal in silence and started walking.
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    John chuckled. "I think I'm good on onions." he looked around subtly. Nobody was paying them any mind. Still he tried to keep his voice a little lower, keep things conversational. Joe was an alright guy. Everyone in Bedlam was hustling for something, some more honest than others. Nobody got anywhere without a little dirt under their nails or skeletons in their closet. Joe was cleaner than most, he suspected. By Bedlam standards, that made him good people. "What's up?" He asked. A guy like Joe heard all sorts of stuff. Guys like Joe were invaluable, but also risky. Information peddling was dangerous work in Bedlam. Keeping neutral was especially hard on the streets. John had started cultivating a reputation as someone who knew how to hit but was a lot harder to hit back.
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    "So, do we have the means to hunt down the body?" John asked, curious. "If they were smart, they probably already disposed of it somewhere. Bodies in Bedlam seldom linger." There was something about the way he said that that suggested he had some experience with it. "In the absence of a body, what other evidence do we have." He glanced around, considering. "Records, perhaps?" He seemed to take a moment to consider the possibility. "If the conflict was over something, maybe there's some kind of record of what that conflict was over. A paper trail."
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    Mali was in costume as she searched for the event. She was also incredibly, deeply suspicious. This seemed really, really vague. She wasn't exactly paranoid, but, she was cautious. So, Crimson Tiger showed up at a martial arts tournament. She wasn't especially large, or strong looking, and she imagined at least a few people would severely underestimate her. But that was fine with her. Though the costume might change that view.
  5. Thunder King
    Color me interested, I'd be bringing Crimson Tiger as Crimson Tiger. Don't want Mali Benjawan to be a well known figure in fighting circuits
  6. Thunder King
    "I suppose subtlety is out." John said, stepping forth. The older man he had been was now gone, replaced by this figure in an old, tattered coat. His features were altogether common, a man with so little uniqueness it would be hard to pick him out of the crowd. "All for one purpose." His gaze fell on Lady Horus, and he felt like facepalming. Though, from what she gathered, she considered stealth, subtlety and silence to be unworthy of her...whatever she was.
  7. Thunder King
    They sparred. She kept out of his reach as much as she could, pouncing on openings but refusing to commit to standing directly in front of him. She figured that it was his biggest issue in combat. While she trusted him to hold back, she also imagined that anyone who knew how strong he was would do their best to keep out of his reach. She wasn't untouched, though, he surprised her a couple of times, Amir was slow, hard hitting and lacked agility, but he wasn't stupid. After a bit, she bounced back. "Straight on you can handle." She said. "But you didn't want help handling that sort of fight."
  8. Thunder King
    That's a fair assumption. He's got no motivation to try at this point anyway. Getting them to believe that he can do that is the crux of his reason for attempting to gather evidence in this way
  9. Thunder King
    John staggered back, and shook his head. "Blood." He said, shaking his head. "I don't think the victim was just killed by fire." He took a moment to parse his thoughts. "I can tap into areas associated with death and draw on the lingering memories of an area. I saw blood, and fear, and revenge. I wish I could be more helpful, but, the memories are never pleasant ones."
  10. Thunder King
    20 on initiative. Not great, could be worse.
  11. Thunder King
    "Not sure." John said. "You know Bedlam, it's always something." His voice was defeated, weary. This woman was...paying a bit more attention than someone like her would. He shouldn't have asked to be dropped off at the museum, that was a dumb mistake. He couldn't even come up with an excuse. "All I know is that I've been having nightmares these past few days, a lot of people have." He politely paid his fare, and got out of the cab. He had a feeling, this was going to be an interesting night.
  12. Thunder King
    John was no stranger to nightmares. It was a consequence of losing so many memories. He often ended up dead at the end of them. These were just weird, and totally unlike what he usually dealt with. It didn't take long to realize he wasn't the only one dealing with them. He'd been listening to Dr. Stopplema's podcast for a while, so when he heard what sounded distinctly like an attack, he decided to investigate. A war with Atlantis, the disappearance of Dr. Stoppleman, nightmares about ancient Egypt. There had to be a connecting thread. And so, there he was. He hovered around the museum, waiting for it to close, waiting for sunset. He was wearing the face of one Charles Jacobson, a a caucasian gentleman in his mid fifties, with dark hair streaked with gray. He wore a windbreaker and a pair of blue jeans. He'd taken a cab, for once, mostly because he was sure the bus system wouldn't line up with his plans. That, and the cab service was fairly cheap. He'd taken something called EZ Cabs, and his driver had been a woman named Noemi. She seemed atypical, he'd remember her.
  13. Thunder King
    John's been listening to the podcast and is suffering from nightmares. He doesn't exactly have a full life, heh.
  14. Thunder King
    John nodded gravely. "In another life, I was a cop." He said in a matter of fact tone, trying to communicate that he knew what Mr. Strix knew, if not more. Competition was meaningless, though, he just wanted to save time. "Mr. Strix." He said. "I've heard of you. You disrupt the right people." John regarded him with a nod. The truth was, he hoped to make even more vigilante contacts. Having access to people, allies, even in a tangential way was critical. More privately, and something he was loathe to admit, he was lonely. "I am going to try something in a moment." He said, very unhelpfully and very vaguely.
  15. Thunder King
    21 John does not see him coming. 21 Knows who he is though.
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    John glanced around. This was most peculiar. He had a basic understanding of how fires worked, how they spread, what kind of evidence you needed to prove accelerants, and even what kind could be acquired. This, was not natural. Fire did not spread naturally like this. He took a long, deep breath. He would have to do it, there wasn't much else he could do. To have any hope of finding answers, he'd have to do...that. He didn't like it, but he had to. He closed his eyes.
  17. Thunder King
    John's going to use his postcognition to sense if there are any strong feelings related to the death lingering. I.E. He's going to try to see through either the perpetrator or the victim's eyes to get a hint of where to go next
  18. Thunder King
    Mali shrugged. "I think it happens for different reasons. Desperation, arrogance, peer pressure. Just, I mean, seriously, Freedom has the largest population of superheroes anywhere. I could probably call ten or fifteen at any moment, and I'm not that well connected compared to some. Honestly, for some of them, if they had any kind of foresight, they wouldn't be doing what they're doing."
  19. Thunder King
    Mali guided him through some basic footwork. His problem, she mused, was that he just stood there and swung for the fences. Not that it was a problem, his powers meant he seldom needed to dodge. He had no problem with generating striking power. He wasted a little bit of movement here and there, committed a bit too much to his hits. She had to admit, there wasn't a lot of room for improvement. Still, he was a fairly experienced hero. She figured he had to get some kind of practice in if nothing else. "Alright, you're doing good." She said. "not perfect, but doing good."
  20. Thunder King
    Tagging to tag.
  21. Thunder King
    Mali gulped and grabbed the sides of the boat. "That...that's not supposed to happen." She said, glancing around. She didn't peek over the side, but she did glance around the ship. She took a deep breath to steady herself. She was used to sudden, dangerous situations, but being on a ship made her feel less helpful. She couldn't exactly punch the water or confront rocks or large sea animals. It was a rare sensation, and she didn't like it.
  22. Thunder King
    I'm okay with that, honestly.
  23. Thunder King
    Eh, nah, have to try for another thread
  24. Thunder King
    Mali chuckled. "I'm not sure I'd be any good at surfing, but I could give it a shot." She took a deep breath and let herself relax a bit. She was grateful that Kat brought her along, and glad to get a chance to see Giang again. Getting a break from the brutally cold east coast of the US was a good feeling. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a black t-shirt that could do little to hide the strength under it. Her hair was stylishly messy and short.
  25. Thunder King
    "Well, you're not bad." She said. "You're a bit too stiff. I get that you can take a lot of punishment, but you don't move much." She threw a few punches herself. "You should be a little more loose. You definitely punch well. No massive excess of movement or wasted momentum, but you hit like a baseball player. You stand there and swing. I've definitely seen worse though."
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