Fertile Ground

Summary:
September 06 2014: The Joker and Draven run into one another during a heist.

Botanical Gardens

What more could one want? Beauty, quietude and fertilizer.


Characters

NPCs

  • Joker Lackeys

Mood Music:
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So many plants. You know, Joker is used to these kinds of places being the stomping grounds of more botanically inclined villains. Today, it's his. Well, tonight. He's relieving the storehouse of a great deal of fertilizer and loading it onto a dump truck. He's got quite the haul so far. There's no audience about but he generally prefers that for this kind of thing.

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Though it doesn't stay like that for too long. At least not in the public areas as a whistling can be heard nearby where Draven enters the gardens. Though if that is close enough for them to hear him is another matter. Looking at all the things though soon it does have him wandering in the direction of the Joker and his group, unknowingly of course.

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The Joker sighs and picks up a well worn Russian assault rifle. "Ehhhhhh. Never a moment's privacy, eh boys? Finish up with that load while I see who our guest is." And with that he begins to stroll off toward the sound of the whistling. Who comes to the gardens at night? Honestly.

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Face covered by the dark, as well as a green hoodie that is over his face. Perhaps wanting to go unnoticed. In case there were people around, though apparantly there doesn't seem to be. As far as he knows. Keeping his identity more or less a mystery. The good hearing he has, while not making him hear what's happening, he at least her sounds from further along. Taking in the view but also glancing towards where the sound came from. The hoodie zipped up and only reveals a piece of white underneath.

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The Joker is not being subtle. Mostly he's just waiting at the end of a path presuming that eventually the noise he heard will reveal itself. So that he can AK it. Or poison it. Or talk to it. Or laugh at it. He's not sure which yet.

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Luckily before the hooded man shows himself completely he does call out, "Anyone here?" His voice sounding raspy. Perhaps a smoker, though also maybe similar to a specific singer or some such. For now standing and admiring a part of the garden.

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"Maaaaaaybe. Why don't you come find out?" The Joker laughs, racking his weapon rather unnecessarily. He grins and peers down the path. "Well? I ain't got all day."

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There a laugh, though it echoes all over from where the Joker is. Since he gave away his position. "Fine, fine." Comes an offer in the same voice. Still covered up and hidden he only glances out towards the other man, though not from where his voice had come from. Though at least in the general direction. The response he got was kind of alarming after all. "Hello."

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There's a rifle being vaguely pointed in the hooded man's direction. But only vaguely. "Hello. Out enjoying the begonias? I hear they're lovely this time of year. Them and the corpse flowers. Mmmmm, love that aroma. It has a certain je-ne-se-quoi."

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There is a nod to the questions. "Something like that. I admit I don't know a lot about all of them, but figured I would pass by when I was in the city." He offers. Looking around a bit. "Would you prefer if I leave?" He asks, seeing there is a rifle up and about.

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The Joker cants his head slightly. "Mmmmmm. I'm not sure. That depends entirely on how entertaining you're going to be." The Clown Prince narrows his eyes slightly, looking at the man, satisfied that he's not a threat before he lowers his rifle. "What are you doing here?"

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"Depends on what you want me to do." Comes the reply in the same raspy voice. "As I said, just taking in the sights. I figured no one would be here." He answers and just stands still for a moment. "Can one not come to enjoy some calmness? Calm before the storm." He offers and chuckles some more. If he's worried he hides it well. His voice perfectly controlled.

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"Mmmmm, calm is an illusion. It's only calm because you can't see all the insanity…" The gun lowers. "But.." The Joker is grinning broadly. "Since you're here you might as well help. Come on back. We're collecting fertilizer…"

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"Perhaps. Depends on what calm is." He suggests, though when he wants help there is just a clearing of his throat as the hooded one stands still. "Now, is that wise?" He asks. "Besides, I think I saw more people on my way here." He offers. Waiting for a moment longer.

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"Oh." Joker turns to head back toward the now nearly fully loaded dump truck with bomb making materials. "I see. And who would they be?"

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"Dog walkers, nightowls, drunks. You know, all the fun folks." He offers. Shifting his stance a bit. Looking at the different things. "Now what do you really do here?" He asks with a bit of humor in his voice. Most likely figured on it is.

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"Eh. Only really worried about the dogs and then only if they're big ones." The pale man waves dismissively. "Me? Oh I'm the entertainment don't you know. I make sure life in Gotham never gets too… staid. I deplore boring mundanity."

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Draven chuckles and nods. "I heard there was another funny guy here, but he disappeared." He offers in turn. Studying the pale man for another moment. "Though Gotham never did have a dull moment, if you know where to look." He goes on, relatively certain their idea of fun is quite different. Suddenly the voice changes, mimicking the Joker down to the detail. "Though things are always fun I suppose."

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The Joker blinks and then laughs. "Aaaaaah. You've talent. I like you. I don't suppose you're seeking a particular opening are you? I could make use of someone with your talents. Gotham loves a good illusion act. Take a look at Batsy, after all. He's all about the showmanship."

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Offering the Joker's laugh back at him there is a bit of a shrug. "I am not sure. I suppose it depends on the offer, and if you could find me again. I need time to think after all." He offers and tries to even move a bit silly like. "Bats. Funny fellow? Perhaps." Turning around then.

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"Batsy? Nah. Too serious. So much drama, so much frown. Never a smile for an old friend like Mister J." The malicious grin on Joker's face says perhaps why that might be. "He's fun to toy with though. I've enjoyed it for some time."

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There is a laugh, "I suppose talking to yourself, or is it myself? Either way, isn't that more fun?" He asks. Starting to leave though. "And I am guessing you don't mind me leaving. Makes it more fun to search for a faceless man, don't you think?" A loud Joker laugh reaching a bit further. Then trying to disappear. IF allowed.

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"Shooting you right now would be boring wouldn't it. Well, then, goodbye Mimic. Good night." Joker grins sharply. "Most likely kill you in the morning."

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"That so?" Now the voice being that of the raspy one again. "I will disappear then." He offers. Soon after he will disappear. Running off perhaps.


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