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[He’s been here too long. He knows that, to some extent. Staying in a single base for too long is liable to attract attention to his ever-growing band of revolutionaries and anarchists. But he’s been feeling sort of tapped for creative energy for awhile now and that’s depressing. As much fun as the little disruptions can be, they are nothing compared to the high of a proper crime. And he hasn’t had one of those in… lord, a perigee now at least]
[So yes. He’s been here too long after they co-opted a rather large, if run down hive stem on the edge of this city’s lowblood slums, but he just… doesn’t… care… This evening, like a number of evenings before this, he finds himself lying on the floor of the penthouse block that he took for himself when they first arrived, staring blindly at the ceiling, trying to find the will to cause some proper trouble for someone… BLUH]
[So yes. He’s been here too long after they co-opted a rather large, if run down hive stem on the edge of this city’s lowblood slums, but he just… doesn’t… care… This evening, like a number of evenings before this, he finds himself lying on the floor of the penthouse block that he took for himself when they first arrived, staring blindly at the ceiling, trying to find the will to cause some proper trouble for someone… BLUH]
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...Actually, one of the only reasons Overseer's probably even found his location is thanks to that bored slump baron's been in since even in the Slums someone like this doucher can only stay secret for so long, cronies or not. It's primarily the reason Overseer is here now--he would be a very good
kismesisVIGILANTE if he let his prey get away from him, and it's been a while since their last encounter. And he's had time to prepare.To
daynight he dons nothing but black and moves carefully through shadows along the streets--and then rooftops when he's within a respiteblock or two from baron's reported location. THAT'S RIGHT ASSHOLE HE HAS BEEN TRAINING IN THE ART OF BATMAN with nikkalcestor or something your ass is grass ]no subject
[However the Batman thing is definitely new and it's not like he's put his cronies on their guard besides. Who's gonna bother trying to attack him?? The Overseer hasn't found them ever before and he's made it pretty clear to the slum residents that they'll only be here temporarily but until they leave, they aren't good people to mess with]
[So yeah, the Overseer probably has a fairly easy time of it and in fact, the Baron's window is wiiiide open, letting the cool air settle over him as he... taps a beat against his chest and turns his head to stare at the recuperacoon instead. Maybe he could just go back to sleep...? Why bother being awake if he's not getting anything done after all...]
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because he's stupid still.Still...leaving all the guards intact means no one to find bodies, so that's a small saving grace as he leaps from one respiteblock to the baron's, landing in an almost-silent tumble a couple of yards from his window. ]
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[But right so... almost silent isn't completely silent so he's... immediately reaching down to pull the knife he keeps at his calf which is... unfortunately... the only knife on him at the moment damn lazing around all night. And then he turns, rather slowly, to see who his visitor is 8> This better be good or he's gonna have to kill some dudes for letting anyone get anywhere near him]
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PYROTECHNICS.
Even if they are silly, soundless little flashbombs designed...to imitate sunlight so when he tosses two tiny round tin balls into the room it'll only be a second before they suddenly pop and BAM BRIGHT LIGHT IN THE EYE BARON HOW'S THAT FEEL ]
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[Right so he's... like halfway to his feet when they pop and then... well... he's thoroughly blinded!! A lesser troll might've curled down into a ball because fuck this hurts, but this is really not the worst pain he's ever felt so he finishes scrambling up, snarling in pain as he stumbles back. Gotta find a wall, some sort of anchor or frame of reference now that he can't see goooooddammit. Best be careful now bro cause all he knows at the moment is that someone is attacking him )<]
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bat troll.
As soon as Baron's stumbling back Overseer is leaping into the room and landing in a crouch. For all of like half a second because in the next he's running forward and guess who had flat, padded soles to keep his steps muffled now? BAT TROLL THAT'S WHO--so there'll be almost no noise as he runs up and jabs the heel of one palm into the crook of Baron's elbow, trying to knock the knife from his grip.
Right after that though success or not, he's ducking and sweeping a leg towards baron's to take them out from under him ]
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He's jabbing a knee into your gills mister 8| ]
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If Baron flinches enough he's going to try and get a leg between them to try kicking Baron off ]
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[Cause yeah he's still got no idea who this is!! Which means after he pauses a little longer to wheeze as well, he'll just crawl on over to wherever his attacker dropped... with every intention of grabbing him by the throat and... slamming his head back into the ground... a few times... for posterity... yep...]
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[But no there's just horrible pain in his gills now making it thoroughly impossible to concentrate. So he'll let go of his throat finally yayy?? Except he's raising that hand instead to punch him in the chest again. Even harder this time? Stop it you asshole]
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[Instead he just sorta... snarls after him, fin flaring, opening his eye finally and staring at him. Or... staring in the direction of the sound he's making anyway. It's still probably pretty obvious he can't see with how blown out his pupil still is, turning his usual purple eye into a big ol' black hole instead. Come back here dear attacker let him finish you off so he can see your dead face when his eye finally stops freaking out]
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This isn't going the way he'd hoped )8 jeegus he's tough.
....Oh fuck the knife, where'd that go???? ]
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[If it's any consolation though, he doesn't look like he's at a hundred percent anymore? Yeah he's definitely tough, but he's got a steadily growing migraine that's making him want to rip his own face off and his gills have been thoroughly fucked up. He feels like shit and it's making him want to end this as soon as possible... :X But! He won't make the first move here. Too busy catching his breath and waiting for the random blooms of color in his vision to resolve into something]
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*blind wow A+ self
lkjsd holds close
;3;
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