ic To Serve and Protect (IC)

[Amelia]

For a few seconds after Arrowhawk pulled Officer Friendly's baton out of the man in white's chest, his corpse remained limply splayed across the asphalt. His heart's blood left a slick coating on the baton, so dark it was difficult to tell the black pained wood apart from the blood smeared across it. After a few seconds, his body jerked to life, spasming as he coughed more of his dark blood up onto the street. As he staggered to his feet, Arrowhawk and The Tattered Man could see his broken ribs and sternum pulling together and mending themselves, followed quickly by the muscle tissue and skin over them. Soon the only sign of his injury left was the gash torn in his shirt. He glanced back and forth between his own chest and the baton in Arrowhawk's hand. "...Thanks. I think you just saved the coroner from a heart attack." Then he looked down at the the giant burst pimple that was all that remained of Officer Friendly's lack of a face. "Not that this thing won't already give them nightmares. Do either of you need medical attention?" His head snapped upward. "We should go."

Edited March 28, 2019 by Grumblefloof

[Amelia]

GM

 

The Tattered Man's human ears wouldn't hear the oncoming police siren until the cruiser got another half-mile closer to the crime scene, but both Arrowhawk and Mister Strix picked up the faint echoes. Their response was delayed, but even in Bedlam City, gunshots did eventually get a response. Especially when the gun was as comically enormous as the fifty-caliber cannon Officer Friendly had used to re-paint the traffic lines with Mister Strix's brain. Those bits of flesh and bone had already melted into a black ooze which then boiled away, leaving no trace, while replacements had grown so seamlessly only his tattered mask remained as proof that they hadn't imagined the exit wound. Blood cast off from the wounds of the two mortal vigilantes, on the other hand, still soaked into the pavement around them.

 

[Ecalsneerg]

Arrowhawj barely blanched as the draugr's flesh and bone reknitted, until it stood before them. She took one step towards it, eyes narrowing. "You get one. But you should go to your rest. Hel is always looking for new followers."

 

She spun on her heel, whipping her cloak around her and beginning to walk away, not wanting to have to deal with what passed for a constabulary in these parts. "The police are on their way. We should disperse, they never take kindly to our kind," she said in clipped tones.

[Thunder King]

John had to admit, that made him flinch a bit. Whatever the 'officer' was, he suspected it wasn't quite unique. Bedlam, it seemed, was full of far more freaks and oddballs than he suspected. That was not a good thing by any measure. He could handle normal thugs with relative ease thanks to his powers, but beings like that strange 'cop' would be a very different thing.

 

"There are a few honest cops in Bedlam." John said, gazing up at the buildings, gauging his jump. "Just not enough." He looked at the other two. He was strangely glad to have met the two of them tonight. Not that he wanted to make any long term plans (he preferred to operate solo) but if he ever ran across them, he imagined they'd be allies and not enemies. 

 

"If I ever run into either of you two again, you can count on me to help out." He said. He crouched slightly and leaped up at the nearest building. He was only visible to the naked eye for a moment, before he began running across the rooftops. He'd need to rest up at his safe house for a bit to let his wounds heal, but he'd be back out tomorrow night. 

[Amelia]

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"You get one. But you should go to your rest. Hel is always looking for new followers."

 

Mister Strix couldn't help but think back to the one time he did try to end his cursed existence. The Sun, the fire, the burns, the overwhelming need to survive that even his deepest despair he couldn't overcome. The mortal who crossed his path, who almost died just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

He muttered bitterly under his breath, as much to himself as to Arrowhawk. "If only it were that simple. Easier said than done. Success isn't guaranteed, and there are consequences for failure. And not just for you and me. Not a task to be undertaken lightly. ...Don't miss." Even in flight from the scene, her keen ears picked up every word.

 

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"There are a few honest cops in Bedlam. Just not enough."

 

"Sure, Bedlam has honest cops. Just don't bet the farm on running into one. You have a better chance of winning the lottery."

 

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"If I ever run into either of you two again, you can count on me to help out."



Strix allowed himself a weak, barely perceptible smile. He found the idea sincerely comforting. Allies are thin on the ground in Bedlam, and not just for me.

 

"Thanks."

 

I probably should've gotten his name. Either of their names, he thought to himself as his body dissolved into mist and flew away.

 

[Amelia]

GM

 

The Bedlam P.D. patrol officers and homicide detectives who eventually arrived at the scene didn't notice anything unusual about the corpse of Officer Friendly aside from its battered condition, which wasn't much different than that of his original victims in the bloody yellow Camaro which had first attracted the attention of the three vigilantes. In short order, all three bodies were carted off to the morgue. But the unidentified body in the custom police uniform disappeared before it could be autopsied. Unfortunately, there was nothing unusual about a body going missing at the County Coroner's Office. Security cameras spotted an unidentified man in a police uniform walking out the front door and stepping into a squad car, also unidentified. The only noteworthy detail in the eventual report was that there did not appear to be anyone driving the car when it pulled up to the County Morgue. The murders of Mike Donaghy and Jimmy Burke are still officially unsolved. The police consider it to have been an armed robbery gone wrong, since no money or other valuables were found on either of the victims, according to the patrol officers who pocketed all the cash and jewelry before calling in the detectives. The Scarpia Family have a standing reward for any information leading to "Whoever was stupid enough to hit our guys."

 

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