Toaster Man

January 06, 2019:

Cassie Hack and Misfit battle the Slasher know as Toaster Man

Central Park - NYC

Sitting on 843 acres of public land, Central Park is one of the
most famous sight-seeing spots in New York, and is considered large enough
to have its own police precinct (the Central Park Precinct) dedicated to its
protection. The Park boasts several lakes — all of which have been created
artificially — extensive walking and bridle paths, two ice skating rinks, a
variety of outdoor theater spaces, several playgrounds, and a considerable
collection of whimsical statuary. It is home to Belvedere Castle, the
Carousel, the Central Park Zoo, the Conservatory, and Cleopatra's Needle
(one of three, 70-foot Egyptian obelisks from the Temple of Ra in Helios,
its mates residing in London and Paris).
On the east side corner of Central Park, the Manhattan island zoo
might be considered small for a zoo in such a famous city. The animals in
residence skew toward those that are able to put on shows, perhaps in an
attempt to draw crowds through cute tricks as opposed to variety. Past the
gift shop and the cafe, the largest open space is occupied by a manicured
garden and the slightly raised sea lion tank surrounded by seats and a slate
courtyard. The sides of the tanks are made of thick glass to give visitors
greater visibility into the depths of the water.
Many of the other exhibits, like the penguins and the tropical
birds, are in enclosed buildings to the east and west. Mimicking the feel of
the vast park that surrounds it on three sides, the zoo feels more like a
large green courtyard and meeting space. It is a playground that happens to
have exotic animals living nearby.

Characters

NPCs: Toaster Man

Mentions: Batman, Spoiler, Impulse, Fairchild, Batgirl, Red Robin, Nightwing, Robin

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

*

So, Cassie doesn't go off and investigate the killers, or find the patterns to link this back to the person who is doing all of this. No, instead, Cassandra Hack finds herself, yet again, all alone in Central Park. She walked around for a few hours in the freezing cold with her barely-dress on just to see if she could find someone. And this time she's got on a small gym bag worth of a tote, like she were on her way home from work or something. Just hoping that she'd get caught. "I'm just some lone teenage girl walking in Central Park all by myself." She is kind of saying to herself, and talking, "Tomorrow when I'm at work I'm totally going to tell Johnny that I got attacked by some serial killer. That way he'll feel really really bad for not walking me home and making out with me." To a normal human, she sounds probably a little crazy talking to herself, and clearly in some kind of 'lie'. There's no Johnny, there's definitely no making out going on, and she's clearly not a person who's got a job. And as she walks the bag she's carrying bounces and makes a few sounds of metal on metal as there's various rings and studs on the bag to make it loud as she moves. And those combat boots aren't the quietiest of things. A serial killer could EASILY hear her, especially as this is her second loop and she's getting tired and hungry.

*

Central park. Well at least all the demons are gone. Well most of them really. Charlotte is pretty damn sure some stragglers are hiding out sneakily since the whole Limbo cross-phase indicent a few months ago that plunged the city into Inferno.

Misfit has nothing if not a grudge against demons and that sort of ilk, which is why this whole Toaster Man killer buzzing on the fringe internet she loves to surf has her out in Central park after dark. It is probably a demon. I mean what kind of normal criminal (or even serial killer) actually toasts people. That is either in the realm of demons or supervillian serial killers. Of course Charlie isn't very far off. Though she hasn't ever met a Slasher.

So there Misfit is leaning against one top of Belvadiere Castle watching the park through her goggles, looking for darkness to defeat. Cassandra doesn't look evil but she does look like she is going to be mugged or worse, which is enough to make Misfit start watching her do her latest circuit. "I wonder if I should hurry her out of the park… " not even thinking of using the other lady as bait. Though when Charlie sees movement from off the path heading towards Cassie the hero perks up and gets ready to move.

*

There is certainly rummaging, so what does Cassie do? She sits down at a bench. And she lets out a loudish groan as she stretches, "My fuuuuuucking feet are soooooo sore, I couldn't run from a sloth right now." And she is doing everything she possibly can to be foolishly the target of some big bad evil. Though, for the observant, her bag was settled on the side of her opposite of the scuffling. With her body blocking it she's able to unzip it some, and her hand reaches inside to grip something, isn't this just her gym bag or work bag?

That's when, lifting just a bit out of the bag, is a bat. A bat with nails sticking out of the end of it like some makeshift mace. And she's waiting. Uh oh. Is this gothic woman some kind of mugger herself? A killer? That's one horrible looking bat, and if Misfit's got good attention to detail, there's certainly blood soaked into the wood. Soaked IN, like she's hit a lot of things that bleed with it a LOT of times to actually stain the wood.

Taking a quick look in the direction of the movement, Cassie doesn't have anything like night vision, so the park lights are making it hard for her to see what's coming. And she's only really turning her eyes to check it out instead of her whole head.

That's when some big guy, maybe 2 and a half times Cassie's side comes jumping out of some bushes trying to race toward Cassie with what looks like a rag in his hand. Chloroform? He really wants to help clean up some left over burger that's on her face? The man has wide eyes, jaw is clenched, and he's charging toward Cassie, "Oh, what -ever- will I do?" Her voice changes to almost bored, sardonic perhaps, as she clenches the handle of her bat, but holds off on moving it into view just yet.

*

"Oh FFS… " when Cassie goes and sits on a bench all seemingly obliviously. Then again the bat is a surprise for the Batling. Charlie squints behind her goggles and taps the side giving herself a zoom in look. "Huh okay maybe not a total idiot.. or maybe not a total innocent…."

The huge guy rushing at the girl makes Misfit blink behind those goggles. "Okay not sure a bat will stop that guy… he looks pretty big." and that does get Charlie into motion leaping off the castle turret and vanishing in a slash of crimson smoke at the bottom of the wall.

As she vanishes from the leap, she reappears behind and above the charging hulk of a guy (though thankfully not the hulk) with all her momentum and plants her feet into the space between the guy's shoulders, thunk "Dark Vengeance!" hssssses Misfit and then kicking off like a gymnast to flip back and land on the path with a bat-a-rang in one hand.

The hssing, well okay briefly hsssing, young lady is in some sort of quirky Batgirl-esue outfit, though her ears are a bit elfish and her canines a bit sharpish still. A dark squicky chain crosses her chest like a messenger bag strap, the book attached to it out of sight on her back under her cape.

Of course a good pile driving kick to the shoulders may flatten a mugger, but it likely only staggers a Slasher. Misfit isn't off guard though in case it is a demon (Though it looks like a dude so maybe a little off guard).

*

The big hulking of a man had one target, and then all of a sudden pink explosion, "What is this breast cancer awareness month?" And Cassie's one liner is combined with the hulking man stumbling toward her and throwing off her entire swing. So instead of clubbing him right across the face with her nailed bat, she instead whiffs the air.

"Get out of here!" She calls out to the batgirl as the hulking man turns and starts charging after the pink teleporting woman. He seems no worse for wear after the whole big pile driving kick.

As he's moving foward though he's suddenly got got girl on his back, gripping around his waist with her legs as she has mounted the crazy man and she's barely hanging onto her bat. He's trying to swat at her and grab ahold of her but she's managing to avoid most of it except when he just grabs and squeezes her legs, hard. Her face grimaces, as she looks with wide eyes toward the batgirl, "Go, now, to whatever late, really late, halloween costume you came from before you get yourself killed." And now he's swinging his whole upper body around, spinning, her making it hard for her to do anything but hold on, as he's clumsily making a move to knock her into something like a tree, the ground, or the bench she just came from. Or even into Charlie if she's not careful.

*

Charlie squints as the guy seems fairly active, okay really active, despite looking pretty damn normal. "Well. He doesn't look like a demon." she monologues mostly to herself. "Definitely super-durable though." Also with the 'innocent' girl on his back as he spins around Misfit can't pull out exposive ordinance from her utility belt. "Why does everyone assume because I am not Batgirl… that I am not capable of fighting crime…. crackers." she vanshes with another slash of crimson smoke as the Slasher continues his top spinning swinging routine and gets too close. "Looks durable and strong." this is from over on the benc now that you were sitting on. She is either stupid fast with smoke bombs or something a whole lot more interesting is going on really as she vanishes and reappears.

With a hard and carefully aimed throw Charlie wings two bat-a-rangs into the guys legs below Cassie. Sinking them in, not going for a dull thump but the sharp wing blades. Trying to take him down like achilles (though more trying to slow him not actually sever tendons because damn that is hard to doctor). Really she still doesn't know what they are dealing with. "You need to get clear so I can use a stun grenade." she notes helpfully.

*

Ne heads out to Midtown Manhattan.

*

The big man with the chloroform rag, which is quite potent in scent at this point, was about to bash Cassie right into that bench until those batarangs get right into the ankles of the large man. When he stumbles, then falls, he cracks Cassie right against the edge of a trash can. It splits her head open enough to cause blood to start trickling down her pale-skinned face, but at least the guy has fallen. She gets up, "He… is… not… going down… with a stun… uhhhngh"

That's when she gets up onto wobbly legs, grips her bat with both hands and then swings it as hard as she possibly can right against the head of the hulking man. Nails stick into his face, and then get ripped out leaving behind holes that bleed profusely and a partially caved in head, and then she hits again and again, and again until that head is so caved in he might as well just be a bloody neck. Amazingly he stays on his knees for quite some time, and then finally falls, but she doesn't stop, she just keeps hitting him with the bat, spraying blood all over the walk way, herself and anything else nearby.

*

Charlie is a little caught off guard by the spray of blood from the second or third strike of the bat, then she teleports, which is really what she was doing, vanishing with a slash of crimson and reappearing between Cassie and the guy who is going down to the ground from his knees. He is pretty much beat to a pulp but Misfit isn't about to let her just crack him like a watermelon there on the ground when he is down for what she mistakenly assumes is the count.

As Misfit grabs the bat "Woah slugger he is down!" where she wasn't there a split second ago to do it She was probably going to say something along the line that it is the cops problem now. Which is right about when the Slasher with super human strength jams a sharp, jury rigged to be heated, fucking serrated butte knife (who the hell does that) right through her side with a sizzle. That had to be impressive strength to go through the armor really. "Argh..fck" okay that got her to curse worse than crackers. The Titan vanishes with another burst of crimson smoke… appearing on the guys back where Cassie was not too long ago. And punches him in the mushy bloody temple with her heavily weighted gloves "What.. the …. hell. is this guy."

*

Huffing, and panting, Cassie is just swinging, and swinging and then the bat gets stopped. "What… are… you doing?" Worry suddenly sets in as Cassie is gripping onto Misfit's shoulders, or would be, if she were fast enough. And had planned on getting in the way of the knife, but Misfit gets stabbed and teleports before Cassie's more normal-human level of speed catches up. Stumbling forward a moment, she looks up, it's not the first time she's met a teleporter.

"He's a slasher…" And then she's getting attacked with the knife as well, getting some of her thigh sizzled, as the hulking man, with only half a working face starts to get up off the ground. "Oh, for… fuck… sake…" She is breathing hard, "Would you by chance have fire in that cosplay your sporting? I know, right, burnt toast?" She waits a moment, smiling a bit, "Irony tends to kill these fuckers better than a hard beating." And now she's swinging again, to keep the slasher man off balance. He's back to full fighting force even though he's only got one good eye, bit his head seems to be healing rapidly and he's getting FASTER. "You burn him, I'll bash him. I'm like, 70 percent sure that should work." Calm, bloody Cassie, with a a head wound and yet she's still going, swinging that bat made for bashing of hers right at the Slasher. Though in the exchanges, she's getting burnt a bit, stabbed right in the shoulder and there's a loud sizzling as the butter knife is stuck about half way into her right above her collar and she just grits her teeth and hisses a little.

*

Charlie is quickly becoming convinced this guy isn't human. Which is good. Because not human means she won't feel guilty when he is dead. Right "So uhm… this thing isn't human right?" she has to ask as she rides the bucking psycho now and grips his shoulder with one hnad nad reaches into her utility belt with the ther hand. The guy does seem supernnatural in just ramping up. "Where.. ah right." she pulls a couple of odd looking discs from her belt and slap slaps them onto the guys shoulderblades "Fire in the hole." and vanishes with another slash of smoke, not knives. Appearing behind Cassie to pull her back as the incendaries go off like fireworks, big burning thermite grenades that can melt steal right on his shoulders … he had arms, past tense. "It isn't cosplay" is noted wearily, her guard still as she lets go of Cassie's shoulders ready to keep fighting.

*

The quick launch of incendiary attacks, is the exact right thing, and Cassie gets tugged back by Misfit. It did seem like she'd just keep fighting him while he was burning. Once the fire happens, the large hulking man, surprisingly - or maybe not so surprisingly at this point - is still moving. Groaning, and is moving forward, stumbling, flesh burned off of nearly everywhere on his back, his shoulders gone, and then Cassie moves forward. "Okay okay… fucker. Stay… dead." And she hits him in the head again, knocking him down. She wrenches the burning knife from her shoulder and gasps, stumbling forward. "You… probably… don't want to look at this…" As her hand grabs what remains of hair on this guy's head, and then she uses the hot knife to cut through his neck, sizzling burning flesh making a great… smelling, scene. And unless Misfit stops her, she's going to burn the entire head right off, decapitating the hulking man. "Just… got to get ahead of the game on this one." There's a bit of a snicker, cough, snicker, as she's continuing her less than fine-detailed work.

*

Charlie six months ago would be squeemish, but two months in hell will really make you re-evaluate your level of squick. So Misfit watches her burn the head off. In the meantime she picks up the nailbat and walks over and pokes the dead (maybe) slasher with it. "Okay so Slasher…. is that some kind of demon or zombie or what.. because he definitely wasn't human." says the girl with slightly pointy elf ears.

"Sorry about fucking up your swings earlier.." is added as Charlie stands watch really.

*

Taking the head and tossing it off into the trash can that is nearby, Cassie turns in the direction of Charlie. Her shoulder is burnt pretty badly, from the stabbing, and her bared thigh is looking pretty bad, though… maybe not as bad as it was before? "Yeah, he's dead. For now at least. Maybe we can go somewhere… and… talk about it? I am -sure- cops will show up sooner rather than later. They can smell me, I think." And then she looks down at herself, blood all over her body, there's some dried blood on the side of her face she can't see from her head wound earlier, and she's otherwise now got some gore on her to the level of mild to decent horror flicks. "Shit… I really liked this outfit too. Maybe a place with a hose, or like a gas station's bathroom? Get cleaned up." Looking around though she looks at the bat, and then the guy, and then back to miss batgirl, "And, uh, maybe… not somewhere so public, since uh, you look like some kind of girl bat… thing?" Wincing a little bit, because she knows there are superheroes and such about, but she's never really been able to figure out all there names. What with her flipphone on limited minutes, limited computer use, and all the killing she does.

*

Charlie peers down at the headless body then fishes around in her belt and tosses you a little spray can. "This should help disinfect and painkiller the stab wounds. Got some liquid stitches after that and at least that guy's toy was self cauterizing…" for her part Misfit looks and acts totally fine despite being stabbed. "Names Misfit and.. yeah we can do that. I can't teleport you though.. you would … mm well explode so no doing that." she taps her goggles "DITTO, nearest public bathroom?" like it is query and then she points towards the museum "Lets head that way. Bathrooms.. closed but I can pop the locks and you can get cleaned up. I can bounce and bring back clean clothes."

*

With a quick grab of her bag, Cassie tosses that over her shoulder, and then moves over to take the bat from Charlie so long as she's willing to let her. "Great. I'll tell you all about Slasher's while I'm in my panties, washing blood off of me. Pretty typical Sunday, I guess." And she starts walking in the direction of where Misfit pointed, "I'm Cassie. And, it's okay. Thanks for the assist, and I'll… be fine." There's something of a pause as she says that, walking pretty easily despite the burn on her leg. By the time you two arrive at the bathroom the burn mark on her leg is mostly gone, and the injury in her shoulder seems decently better, neither is gone, but both injuries are, to even non observant people, significantly reduced in size.

*

Charlie wanders along leading to the bathroom "You seem to have really weird sundays…" it is said with a quipy sort of humor. The spray is tucked away on the wak "Also a healing factor." says the girl not slowed by her own gut stab, which seems totally gone if one were to peer at the stab holes in her armor. Bathrooms reached she flicks out her hand and produces a very high tech lock pick gone from her belt and bathrooms attained.

"Ok…" Charlie is eyeing you and the sizing "Be right back." she vanishes in a bit of crimson smoke leaving you to clean up for a couple minutes before popping back with a handful of clean clothes in about your size. T-shirt that says Gotham Knights on it and a pair of martial arts pants, loose and cotton. Dark colors both but not gothy.. despite being from Gotham evidently. With that Misfit sits on an unused sink and watches you. Goggles pushed up onto her forehead. "So that was unusually intense for a serial killer. More in the supervillain range." she sounds like she knows what she is talking about. "Also Charlie works." since you introduced yourself by your name not a cover ID, not like she has a normal life to hide since this is her 24/7 job.

*

When Charlie pops back in, Cassie is just in her underwear, and she's using paper towels and water to clean herself off. She's mostly clean when you appear again, and she covers herself up with her arms and flushes with wide eyes, "God damnit. Turn around or something, jesus christ, And then she's grumbling a little bit and turning her back to Misfit and trying not to be facing the woman as she cleans up the rest of the way. And then reaching out, she blindly fumbles for the new clothes and starts putting them on. The shirt she definitely puts on, the colors are right and it goes down a little low for her normal tastes, not showing off enough stomach, but hey at least it's nice and snug. The pants though… she grabs them and then looks at them and blinks a few times. "Uhhh, thanks… for the… clothes." And she just sets the pants back down, grabbing her skirt and making sure there's no blood or gore on it with the towels, before putting that back on. Her top will take some serious cleaning so she just stuffs that back into her bag, and carefully puts her nailbat inside of that, and finishes cleaning it up all while she talks.

"Huh? Serial killer? No, maybe. He could of been, was probably a baker or something before this and really hated pretentious women who'd come into his shop and not like his bread. Or something. That's the kind of way it starts. Anger, hate, rage…" She completely ignores the whole topic of Healing Factor and weird Sundays, "Then he died. Maybe poisoned, or fell into a vat of dough. I dunno. All that rage, mixed with his history, and then poof. Back to life, to kill sexy teens everywhere. Make them pay, you know? Pretty classic, if you've seen a horror film ever… those are basically made by people who had a run in, and then just changed the story a little bit. Some cases, not at all. I mean. I'm met, and killed, multiple fucking times, that pervert of a doll, Chucky. Like a thorn right in between my toes."

*

"Okay… that is surreal. I mean not unbelievable because this world is messed up… and compared to hell dimensions that isn't too out there… but huh." Charlie kicks her legs a bit then hops down and washes blood off her gloves in the sink she was sitting on. "Baker… so basically full on horror movie irony like you said out there… I wonder how or why they come back. Evil sorcery… some dark god… hmm." well Charlie isn't runnin away at this. "Evil dolls. So if they explode it isn't a murder or a loss though, already dead. I can dig that. There a lot of these things?"

*

A bit… shy? Oddly, until her clothing is back on. The goth woman who was willing to bash in horrible nightmare number whatever, and wears, already, somewhat revealing clothing is only just now getting some of the redness out of her cheeks to the point where she can turn around and face Misfit. She's pretty cleaned up now, all the blood gone, and wearing a mix of the t-shirt and skirt, she folds her arms across her chest and says, "I mean, I'm just guessing. I really don't do a lot of investigation into where they come from, you know? I find that just through coincidence I learn that information later. I have a dossier on a bunch of them, on my laptop if I can ever stop long enough to charge it… the battery is shot, thing barely stays awake now a few minutes if it gets unplugged. I've lost so much work… before, on it. And it's got dents, the screen's got a bit of a crack…" She sighs and shakes her head, "Anyhow. Well, there's all sorts of reasons now. I don't know how it all started exactly, but there's some groups who tried to make more of them by engineering them, stupid as fuck, blew up in their face. Another group was using some kind of alchemy, I guess that's magic, to create them. That also blew… up in their faces." She thinks, looking up to the ceiling and leaning back against the sink, "And, genes, can, sort of, pass it down… too. Though, most of these fuckers aren't really… focused too much on fucking, you know? That's more the nef lords thing."

*

"I am distinctly unsurprised evil groups trying to make evil monsters and then having it blow up in their evil faces. That is a trope that applies for the record outside these Slashers you are talking about.. evil robots.. evil aliens.. evil demons.. evil.. it all tends to blow up in their faces like clockwork. Goes back to the whole things MAN WAS NOT MEANT TO DO.. or some such." Charlie talks, a lot really. Chipper despite not flinching at the gore fest earlier. "Nef Lords sounds like reddit thread…. what are they, evil MRAs?"

*

There's a turn of her head, as looking over at the batgirl person, "So, real quick, the whole bat… stuff, that you are wearing. Is that like… you are some kind of super hero? I mean, you teleport, in pink gender-cliche smoke, so it's a sort of duh answer - I know. And you seem okay with all the 'weird', things." And she pauses, a moment, and thinks, "Well, Nef Lords, are, Cthulhu. Really. Mind bending tentacle monsters that, well, they really want to impregnate virgins and then nef soldiers kind of pop out of the virgins, ripping them to pieces. Was, really useful, to avoid that one." And then she quirks her mouth a bit to the side, and then the other, "And, well, I mean, yeah. The organizations had shit blow up in their faces, but, these guys also won to some degree. They took out a lot of good people… and brought back quite a few of these morbid want-to-kill-you Slashers. And some of them -now- are doing Zombie tests, one of them started a fucking autopsy on me while I was still alive -just- to experiment. It's pretty morbid, though I got a pretty good view of my heart, and it's not as black as I thought it was. Silver lining I guess?"

*

Charlotte scrunches her nose at that description, not squicked out, no she looks a little angry despite the chipper banter. "Well. I hope you introduced them to your fist a whole lot when you broke out of there then. That is not even remotely okay."

"And yeah… bat themed. Batman's crew out of Gotham.. there is a Batgirl.. Nightwing.. Robin.. Red Robin… Spoiler… me.. and don't worry I picked my own handle because I am not normal…." she pauses for breath "I'm also on the Teen Titans out of New York. Not too hard when I can bounce between cities in an eye blink to be on a couple of fronts fighting evil and crime. Fought a whooole lot of demons a few months ago.. some of which were pretty Cthulhian.. also a dragon… which went okay until I got stuck in a hell dimension called Limbo for like two months… really demons should stay where they live and the hell out of our world." a shrug from the young woman. "But yeah I can teleport because Chaos is in my blood and apply ass kickings to protect people. It's a full time job really because.. damn there is a lot of darkitude out there. Like people experimenting on Zombies. We should totes blow up their labs."

*

"Nope. The Nef Lords are still kicking it around. They almost got into this world, from some alien invasion that didn't end up happening thankfully. Some celebrity alien left me on his bed paralyzed for 'later', and then was summoning them. But, we got him, bashed him in…" Pausing, Cassie listens and seems nonplussed by your descriptions of things, "Yeaaaaah, hell dimensions suck the sweat off a dead man's balls." There's a sigh, and she pushes off the sink, "Well, anyhow. I got to go rummage up some food before the homeless folks get it all. You want to come along? I think the Church a few blocks away are serving waffle-omelette sandwiches. They had me at Waffles, am I right?" There's a smirk at the whole 'blow up their labs' thing and Cassie nods her head, "Blowing shit up isn't really my specialty. I can barely afford my fucking bat bill, let alone bombs. I did have some dynamite for a while, that worked super well. Though most of these labs are… well, you blow them up, and you just unleashed a shit storm. Like Sharknado, just full of shit, and slashers. One by one as they pop up, is usually best, and then burning them, cutting off their heads, and making sure you really put the beat down on them. Sort of seems to slow up their sequel."

*

"Well.. maybe metaphircally blow up the labs.. still they should be shut down with some prejuduice it sounds like.. and I am glad these Nef Lords are stuck in their own world." she shakes her head "No thanks to tentacle cthulhian monsters…. no thanks."

"If you give me about five minutes I can pop back changed, we can hit a diner my treat." yeah Charlie has cash and resources. That outfit up close looks pretty high tech really. Of course the Batman is a legend in his own rights, the fear bad guys feel in Gotham is it's own kind of story. "Sound like a plan?"

*

"Oh, uh, sure. A… diner." Cassie kind of glances about and takes in a breathe before she holds up one of her arms and sniffs her armpit, and then she shrugs, "I guess I only kind of smell like I just took a whore's bath." And she shrugs, grabbing up her bag. "Are you, you know, sure you want to like, uncostume-up, in front of me? That's not one of those things, you shouldn't, be doing or something?"

"Well, I mean, part of me, thought. Oooh, tentacles, you know? But then the rest of me was like, Ewww, tentacles. It's just too fucking weird, especially with the whole stomach bursting thing and all that. Besides, I'd be a terrible mother…"

*

Charlie slides into the booth at a New York Diner. "I wouldn't worry about stray blood flecks or nothing… trust me New York diners have seen weirder things than two girls talking about wierd bullshit." she flashes a smile.

In her civilian clothes she looks a lot more normal. Hoodie, jeans, geeky overwatch t-shirt. Backpack on the seat by her with a chain poking out attached to her belt. Odd that chain. The metal looks .. strange as well. Charlie adds. "Also I don't have any address you could track me down ..well other than Titan's Tower… my whole …. uh life is fighting bad guys. No real risk letting another darkness fighter type know my face or name…"

*

At the Diner, as she's settling down and gets a better look at Charlie, Cassies smiles a little. Pointing at the shirt she mentions, "I play Overwatch. I stream that shit. Most of the internet likes me playing those horror games, there's some with like 1 V 4 now, and such. Even one based around crazy horror bullshit. I -love- being the Slasher in those games. I'm pretty fucking good at them, just hanging people on meathooks and stuff, baiting their friends." She chuckles some and kind of leans back on her side of the booth, back to the wall, taking a look around every so often. Eyes darting to people clinking glasses, or moving silverware, she seems to still be on edge but in a cordial social way.

"Oh, and I totally didn't mean, like, I'd come find you. You teleport - but people around me tend to die. So, if you see like a horde of zombie pets running in here… or a guy with no skin, just kind of port off to the… Titan… uh, Tower, and stick it out there for a bit. K?"

*

"I love video games… I could probably go pro … good hand eye coordination but I work too much to practice enough. Also those games are fun… I tend to like cuter games when I able to find time.. better to cleanse the palette after working with this kind of bullshit…." Charlie grins and shrugs.

"As for stalking me.. I didn't think you would I just was noting why I don't worry. It is a big Tower in Long Island that looks like a T.. super wierd but I didn't name the team or build it… like the Hall of Justice it is a big come at us bro for villains so this isn't new…. I also.. uh bounce back very well.. when I bounce I heal." she looks to the waitress "Cheeseburger, half and half milkshake and a large fries…." then the look is turned to you.

*

The waitress gets a look, and then Cassie uhhhhhhs for a long, awkward moment, and then says, "What she's having?" And gives a horrible grimace to the waitress who walks away after the order. A hand comes up to her hair and she moves it back, shaking her fingers through it. Her version of brushing, "This is sooooooo weird." She says and looks around the diner, "I mean, just… not eating in my truck, talking with a person, and just… I mean, not killing something. Or driving to kill something. You know?" Turning her head she looks outside, and then back across the table, "Sorry, I get kind of… ansy if I'm not working. Just feel like, someone's getting tortured, or killed, you know? And I'm not there, stopping it or being there in their place."

*

There is a considered pause then she nods "I get that really. Ever since I couldn't save my mom and little brother from the fire i have been doing this." she looks out at the street. "Thing is I know there are people out there that are in trouble. But… I can't be everywhere at once. Hell Impulse can't even do that and he has superspeed. So I know I need to take time to eat and sleep." Charlie looks you over "I mean sure I have alarms and alerts so I can bounce out into action even in the middle the day …. oh lots of day sleeping since assholes and evil seem to prefer the cover of night… not exclusively but .. man it always seems to be night in Gotham." she thanks the waitress for the milkshake.

"Do you have a lead on the next Slasher you are going after or would you just be driving to drive right now?" Charlie offers a smile.

*

"Save… your… mom, sorry to hear that." Cassie comments, and then the stuff arrives. "Impulse? You sure know a lot of these super hero types." And she already has fries in her mouth as she's turned to face the table in one smooth motion, and is eating kind of quickly. "I, uh. I just tend to roll. Unless Cat calls me, or… uh, Laurie, though… um, she'd… probably, not call." There's a quick check of her phone, which still is out of minutes, and she sighs, "Not that it'd fucking matter. Piece of shit pay as you go phone." And she sets it on the table with a thud. Those flip phones, they sure take a beating and keep on tickin'. More fries, "Oh my god, these are so fucking good. Way better when they are warm, and there's no like coffee grounds on them, and shit. So, no, leads, not really. I find that I just got to go into a grocery store, check out the paper in there, usually some 'weird science' article, or obituaries, looking for bizarre stuff people don't think about. You know? Kid dies playing video games, multiple women leaping from the same building a few nights in a row. I mean, Diaboliq did that, made these real hot chicks splatter hard core." She shakes her head, biting into her burger now, taking a really big bite, and chewing, so fast she's making juices and sauces from the burger splatter out all over the rest of her plate. "It's warm!" She's practically swooning while eating the food.

*

"I can't teleport other people or they blow up.. so I had to leave them to die when she told me to teleport to safety. It … well it keeps me going." then there is a pause and she actually manages a ghost of a smile. "Impulse, Kid Flash.. yeah he is a team mate though he is off doing speed force stuff right now… hard to keep track of that stuff. I tend to meet a lot of interesting people because I am nosey and a do gooder… always leaping into messes…" Charlie grins a bit at the swooning over food. "Glad you like the food, it seemed like a good option." she reaches down and picks up your phone nad flips it over and peers at it. "Hmm LexCom… what is your number?" as she sets it back down with another lighter thud, careful because it isn't her property and all. "I suppose that research makes sense. Also having people call you about wierd shit. I bet a computer geek type could train a computer to send you alerts of potential Slashers also.. like a virtual killer watcher."

*

"That's kind of a sad story…" Cassie gets distracted again about the whole mom, thing, and she stops eating for a moment, and then takes in a deep shoulder raising breath before letting it out, "Can't let this fucking stuff get cold. I mean, shit. It's tough driving 12 hours from one place, to another, across the whole damn country just to bash yet another juicy, delicious, skull in." She's staring right at her burger, as she eyes it and takes another big bite, chewing with her mouth full she grabs the shake and sucks in hard some of the shake, and rolls her eyes up as she shakes her head. "It's got to be fucking nice to have money. I mean, I'm not calling you rich or anything, but … oh, my… uh, number?" She questions, and then looks around, and glances about, and then across the table, "I… uh, didn't, realize, um, you… were… this… uh. I just, um, fuck you've already seen me without my clothes on. That's so god damn embarassing. I umm, you… uh…" Her eyes get wide as she just blindly stuffs food into her mouth, fries and burger bites, to the point where she can't talk, and is chewing, and makes an apologetic sound as she points to her mouth.

*

"Well none of it is my money. I've got access to money though, which lets me fight crime. Also access to equipment like those explosives I used to toast the toaster." a try at humor as she focuses on chewing on her burger. "More money then they could spend so I don't mind using it to do this really."

There is a blink and a pause and her cheeks pinken a bit. "I wanted your number so I could fix your phone and also so we could swap numbers in case you get into trouble. No one should do this completely alone…. it is why the classic team up and evil bash is so successful I imagine."

*

Coughing, and sputtering a little bit, Cassie swallows hard the rest of her food. "Oh, uh, sorry. I just, I mean, I have, sort of a kind of girlfriend already. I think we are on pause after I killed her mom, but, she called a few weeks back, and ended up getting stuck in a town magically censored. So I showed my tits to every… one, probably too much. Right?" And she just pulls up her phone and goes clicking through some settings before she finds her number and then slides it back over in the direction of Misfit. "That's my number, just um, probably won't always be able to get ahold of me. Phone gets fucked up, from time to time, hazard of the job. And I end up losing it, you know. Totally just forget that I said I showed my tits to an entire town. If, you can, thanks."

She starts eating again, and only slightly staring up from her plate as she reaches over to drain some more of the milkshake. And then she notices the holy grail of milkshakes, the second container with the steel that has a full second helping. She pulls it close, and looks in it, and then up to Misfit, "Yo, misfit this is amazing. I could totally just eat till I explode from this shit. Although I probably shouldn't be having milk, it gives me hellish nightmares…" A little shrug, and she settles the metal cannister while drinking more of the milkshake down. She's finished her plate of food, and is now leaning back a bit against the back of the booth, like a sitcom fat man who just ate three family sized tv dinners. "I'd even let some aliens tentacle fuck me for more of that. Vlad would be so jealous right now if he knew I was eating like a queen. And, I mean, you keep fighting slashers eventually there's going to be one that finds a way to kill you. That's why I mostly go at this… alone."

*

"I wasn't asking you out, I mean you are really cute but I was being above board honest." Charlie fishes out her phone and inputs your number, then sends it to DITTO with a message to fill up the phone minutes on the number being sent. She waits a few moments for confirmation then texts you her own number, which goes through with a beep and a ~This is Charlie~ text. She passes it back over to you now with a lot of surplus minutes.

"I'll be honest I probably won't forget you saying you flashed a whole town under some sort of censorship curse to break it." a smile "Also … I literaly fought my way through Hell for two months with just my drone sidekick Fairchild sent after me before the portal closed. I get you being worried…. I'm not overly worried. This is literally my job. Destroying demons.. zombies.. vampires.. werewolves… and putting super villians behind bars. I'm not saying I'll go with you and be your side kick or vice versa… but seriously if you are in trouble call me. Also Vlad isn't a vampire is he … vampires are bad news."

*

"I'm… uh… you… no, so, yeah. Thanks." Suddenly getting a lot quieter, Cassie reaches out and grabs her milkshake and just drinks some of it. Her demeanor completely changes after you tell her she's really cute. Eyes looking down, side to side, as she sits there, leg bouncing some, and then there's a message. Snatching up her phone really quickly, she tilts her head at ait. "Charlie?" She looks up, and then goes, "Ohhhhhh, you, are Charlie. Who's DITTO, and how the fuck did I get a text. I'm way out of minutes."

As you start talking, "Well, it was just hell. I mean, I know this… super hot vampire chick Chastity. She's been to hell like, countless times." And she seems to smile a bit, and then shakes her head, "No, no, Vlad's not a vampire. Though he sort of on again off again dated this one alien vampire. Vampi, or Vampirella for long. It was always so fucking loud, those two. I mean, shit… I had to go sleep elsewhere. And they took every fucking opportunity to be all rubbing, up and whatever. And she wore super short skirts, and she's… I mean, like boob city. Right? But, my point, is, that, not ALL vampires are bad. Though there was that one in Haverhill who bit my neck… and thought I tasted, bitter? I mean, me, bitter? Fuck that asshole dickwad. I'm god damn sweet as shit…" She is getting noticeably louder, and upset about the whole thing, "Who gives -him- the right, you know? Comment on your own fucking blood, but that's too much like masturbation for a vamp. Fuck'em the fuckers."

Some nearby folks in the diner do take a look to see the goth chick getting pissed off progressively.

*

"DITTO is my nickname for the batcomputer, it is kinda smarter then the voice assistants people are going nuts about these days…" Charlie grins "Charlite or Charlotte… friends call me Charlie. And it was just one of the hell dimensions yeah but without supplies and two months. It wasn't easy. It also gets under your skin in the bad sorts of ways. I'm better now mostly." then she is listening to your rant about vampires. It is pretty involved and getting loud. She flashes a few of the people nearby a bright smile "Video games" which makes the old people tune out. Then Charlie turns back to you.

"Okay so maybe not all vampires are bad. Also you have a full supply of minutes again so don't worry about that. Least I can do for a fellow fighter against evil and all right…. also you should finish your food before they kick us out." she seems amused not annoyed.

*

"Really? Seriously? Minutes are crazy expensive. The food, and then the phone. You aren't going to take me out back and show me your tentacles are you? Cause, I probably couldn't run away right now. So, if ya gonna, ya win. I'm done, meal and shake, and I just can't fight anymore." Cassie lets out but then folds her phone up and tosses it into her bag, and she then grabs the silver cannister and dumps it into her glass one, and then hrms. "Hey, waitress!" She calls out, getting up on her seat, standing there and waving the waitress over.

"Can I get this to go?" And she agrees, really quickly, anything to get the shouting standing on seats goth out of here. Just hopping off she picks up her bag, and mentions, "Where to? Want to stalk some country fair, you guys have those? Or, maybe hit up some rundown apartments? I'm wired, damn sugar fucks me up. Get all hyper and… I'm just used to microwave burritos from 711." Pausing a moment, she asks, "You uh, actually paid for the minutes right? I mean, I know people who steal, and you have a computer, thingie, and seem pretty tech savvy and I wouldn't… I couldn't, like, go along with theft." Bloody murder, maybe, but stealing? Nooooo, that's immoral.

*

"No tentacles. Hell no scales or horns either anymore since my friend burned the Limbo out of my system. That hurt. A lot. For the record." there is a laugh and she shakes her head. "Also like I said, he has more money then he can spend in several life times so no, I spent money I am allowed to spend and consider it a good cause Cassie." with that Charlie gets her shake that was also packaged to go and slides out to her feet. "Well usually I patrol in uniform with all my gear, also I would think if we just randomly went to run down apartments we would be thumping muggers and rapists.. which i do quite often.. .but who knows. I could ask Ditto if there have been any other rumors of serial killers nearby like the Toaster Murderer…." and with that she heads out onto the streets of New York with you.

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