Hydra Full of Foxes

Summary:
January 06, 2015: The Fox is hunting a HYDRA

Gotham

You know, dirty stinking, corrupt Gotham


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Gotham. After Dark. It's dirty, but not in the fun way. More in the messy, grimy, please don't step in that, oh good lord just don't look down that alley kind of way. Ick and double ick. But this is the life of the Fox after dark. Riding atop the rooftops on a glowing elk, looking for various things of a supernatural nature that are doing what they shouldn't be. Tonight's supernatural naughty list is particularly impressive. He's fairly certain there's a baby hydra in the sewers. Not the nazis, no. An actual hydra. Big, multiple heads. Nasty temper. Not too bright. Should be around here somewhere…

***

Misfit is hanging out with Rain, post-hospital, cause she is like a magic sort, and a Titan sort, and Misfit offered to show her Gotham after dark. Also really there is no end of crime fighting in Gotham. It is like trying to dam a river with a roll of paper towels or something suitably metaphorical.
Right now she is sitting on a ledge with a great view of the city. "So yeah … I basically swing around the city… and sometimes bounce… and well fight everything from werewolves.. happened twice so far.. to muggers.. burglars.. rapists…. you know criminals. One car jacking too which was interesting, and Psychodoc.. he is a metahuman serial killer who thinks he is fighting crime… very crazy." she squints "Oh hey it's Foxman."

***

Rain's actually got a pretty good clientele in Gotham. When people greet one another with stabbings, a healer can bring in a lot of bank. Rain is finally mended up, and hanging out with Misfit. While she was homeless and coming through her now and then, she has Captain and her broomstick resting nearby. The cat is currently stalking a pigeon. His butt wiggles, tail curled. "I'm not sure that's gonna work, Captain," Rain mumbles. But she goes back to listening to Misfit.

"Really? That's - a bit rough. You don't get hurt, do you?" Her eyebrows lift. "And man, this place never lets up," She sighs. Pause. "Foxman?"

The Fox it is. The guy on the glowing elk. And other assorted names. Misfit and Rain can see him come down from the rooftops on that elk and walk around on the street. He rides over to a manhole cover and taps at it with a stick. Then again. THen he goes to the next one and repeats the process.

***

Misfit leans and points out the glowing spirit elk and guy on it in a fox mask. "Foxman. He dresses up as a fox to strike fear into the chickens of the city and anger the farmers. His nemesis is the farmyard dogman." she watches him "I've only been shot once so far.. in the stomach. Batwing is making me a new costume with bulletproof material. Few bludgeonings but those weren't to bad, the gunshot hurt like nothing else really…."

***

Rain leans in to see. Huh. Blink. A glowing elk. She tilts her head. "Well, kitsune and fox spirits are revered as clever tricksters. They can be fun, capricious allies or horrific tormenters," She considers. She does grin at the joke, though. "Wait, what?" Her eyes widen. "Um. Yeah, armor is a good idea… I'm a healer, believe it or not." When she's not getting kidnapped, Silent Hill'd, tentacled or dealing with angry Quaker Oats Cosplaying Witch Hunters who take the whole 'thou shalt not suffer a witch to live' thing seriously. Still! Someone like Misfit getting shot hardly seems right. "Should we go help him? He's… poking the manholes with a stick. I think he might be dowsing or divining." Sometimes this literally means poking things with a stick. Rain reaches for her broomstick. "You can ride down if you want. Captain, c'mon. Stop messing with the birds."

wigglewigglewiggle. It's a little known fact that the catbuttwiggle actually enhances their hunting technique. It is perfect for the fast, powerful start an ambush predator requires. Unfortunately, talking cat meets… talking pigeon. The pigeon has a bronx accent and sighs, "Man. Why yous gotta be like that, man? I'll peck ya." It's the Goodfeathers?! He takes off, cooing into the night. And Captain just - his tail drops. "Well, how about that?" He is a born Gothamite, his voice a rich baritone. He hops onto Rain's shoulders instead.

***

The man with the glowng elk finally gets off and the elk trots off into nothingness, literally fading away. He's poking around the edge of one particular manhole, tapping it with a stick and listening to the sound, then tapping the pavement and doing the same in a slow circle outwards.

***

Misfit mhms "getting shot sucks.. I can't heal others just myself by bouncing… which is why thankfully being shot by that wierd superspy with the cyborg arm wasn't deadly… though I did get to see him and Captain America and Lady B go at it which was aweeesome." she hops up to her feet "I'll bounce down." she taps her comm "Oracle going camera on, Foxman is sewer fishing for sewer chickens or something." then she bounces >pinkurple>. The cloud of pink and purple smoke only appears where she exits the world. Suddenly she is peering at the manhole by Foxman. "Whatcha dooooing?" it is a good impression of Isabel from Phineus and Ferb.

***

In the Clocktower, Oracle receives Misfits update "Acknowledged Misfit…" and pulls the video feed to the middle of her screens. The Fox's comms unit is registering on the screen too and the red head conferences the units "Hello Fox, this Oracle, forgive Misfit, she's just eager."

***

That's definitely new to Rain. She tilts her head. "I see. That does sound pretty cool," She smiles. She hops onto her broomstick and sort of cruises down easily, Captain on her shoulders. She lands nearby, her boots hitting the cement gently. She slings her broom over her shoulder and it - well, just as some people keep two handed swords on their back, Rain does her broom. She seems quietly amused, but Rain is far more shy and introverted than Misfit (+5 Engineering Stereotype, 600/600).

Carefully, she waves. "Hello there." Rain is a violet-eyed witch and she has a fairly large orange tabby cat in a tan trenchcoat on her shoulders. Yes, he's a little jowly - tomcats often are. And his rich voice joins in. "I usually just stick my paw in under the door. Lets 'em know the business end is ready." He's a smart alec. But then, he's a cat. He's not above a joke.

***

Rather abruptly there are not one, not two, but three women talking to the man wearing the Fox masquerade mask and odd leather outfit. He's armed, clearly. Shotgun, crossbow, sword. And his stick. Well, he doesn't know that Oracle's a woman. But the original oracles were women so he's guessing. "Er… hello. Misfit and…" He looks over at the violet eyed witch with the broom and talking cat. Yep. She's magic. His finely honed senses can tell.

Yep.

"Oracle and… Miss Witch." He bows politely. His trappings are druidic, but oddly so. Something's off about them. "Well, I was hoping not to stick my hand down there because rumor has it there's a Hydra in the sewers…"

***

Misfit oohs "I've totally heard about those recently, Nazi Terrorists supplying weapons and stuff to criminals, lets go get them … I haven't unleashed some serious daaark vengeance yet tonight and I am itching to go." she pauses as Oracle's words sink in "O… why are you always apologizing for me… " its sulky "no one complained… we dont even have a complaint box… or a suggestion box… I have suggestions for that box lemme tell you."

***

Rain's pretty cool with druids. Witches generally are. There's less trees on her side of things, though. She smiles to the fox masked man. "I go by Rain. Pleased to meet you. What should I call you?" In holding with magic user etiquette, she goes with a title or name. "A hydra? like, one Hercules fought?" She asks. Then a puzzled look. "Oh."

***

"You could build one and put it there," Rain offers helpfully. Sadly, she doesn't have access to an Oracle. Though, she does seem to have a smart phone. Witches gotta keep organized and sometimes, giving someone Angry Birds is a good distraction.

***

"Focus Misfit" Oracle is trying so hard not to laugh at the young womans sulk "I'm pretty sure Fox is referring to the mythological type like Rain has suggested." Oracle sighs "Educate her please Fox."

***

Kane looks up. "Er. Nazi's in the sewers." That's crazy talk, right? "No no. There's not. I'm talking about you know, big seven headed snake? Eats people? Grows the heads back." He pauses to look around at the people nearby. "Does no one read anymore?"

He sighs all about. "Okay. Look. There's a baby Hydra sewer in that's been eating rats and cats and such and now it's getting big enough that it's going to be going after people and-"

That's about as far as he gets because from under the sewer there comes a great growling roar that echoes in a most disturbing fasion.

***

Misfit gives Kane a pitying look "Don't tell me you haven't heard about the Nazi terrorists…. " she mock sighs and shakes her head "I totes know what a Hydra is, Percy fought one in the replica of the Parthenon in Tennessee…. it was pretty amazing when the janitors…." she trails off at the roar though and looks down at the manhole. "ooook… so Foxman and Rain. How does one stop a Hydra anyhow?"

***

"Hey, I mentioned a beast like that that Hercules had to fight…" Rain offers. She's got Mystic 101 down, at least. "And to be fair, they do seem to like to - utilize the sewers," Rain offers. She goes quiet at their discussion. "Well, it depends on if you want to relocate or kill it," She offers. Introductions can happen later, if Kane wishes, it seems. "We can open a portal and send it to somewhere more hydra-friendly. Or decapitate it and uh… make sure it can't regrow its heads. If it's one that regrows. I'm not sure. I wonder why it's here anyway. Did a wizard flush a pet he didn't want?" Sigh.

Captain himself is quiet, watching the fox and the group with quiet, feline amusement.

***

Oracle hears Rains commentary through the comms unit "Really Fox, introduce yourself…" the red head shakes her head at both Kane and Misfit. "Misfit, your batarangs are going to have to be lethal tonight. If you aren't facing a human, then use lethal force" Oracle blanches a little at the instruction but these aren't human… and they are a threat.

***

"I'm not real sure." Kane shrugs, listening to the roar. It's coming from the west. Another, getting closer. And closer. Seems it didn't like his tap tap tapping.

Bong.

The manhole they're all gathered around shudders as something hits it from below. "Well here it comes. I'm the Fox, by the way. Shall we make some room. I'm not really sure how big this thing has gotten yet."

Bong. Craks appear in the pavement as Kane backs up.

Bong. Bong. Bong. CRUNCH!

A large greenish creature with a body the size of a volkswagon and seven heads pushes itslef onto the street.

***

Misfit is texting quietly as things start to go downhill. What the heck /Vorpal: Do we consider deadly seven headed hydras people or can lethal force be used in the charter?/. At the third bong she /pinkurples/ bouncing up onto a fire escape and readying one of her atlantean batarangs. It's magical to the senses. "Holy crap Foxman that thing is a baby Hydra?" she keeps her phone in one hand and wings her batarang at one of the things eyes. Hey look she was holding two in one hand, pure bat-trick and man are they sharp coral.. going for both eyes on one head.

***

"… well, I suspect you'd better decide if we want to put it out back into the wilds or - end it," Rain states simply. "I'm not fussed either way. And it's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Fox," She offers. She moves back as cracks start to appear. "Man, the last time I fought something this big, we were at a Bieber concert in hell," Captain quips, digging his claws in for stability. Fortunately, Rain's duster coat is a strong material. "Yeah, but … we were dodging MechaHitler." Rain remarks. And she was doing most of the fighting, really.

"To be entirely frank, I don't know if we have the mystic firepower to just portal it away," And portals take *time*. Time which is at a premium when dealing with critters the size of Volkswagons, except for actual Volkswagons which can be dealt with by flipping them over. Then, maybe - she did this in an MMO once. Well, okay, she's a walking MMO reference and Monty Python joke. With twin pistols hidden at her hips, she looks completely calm. Actually, she's reached peak zen with almost drool. but mercifully, there is no drool. Only blank, intensely purple eyes with nearly vanished pupils. She's casting magic, and anyone who can sense it feels power rising. Will working takes a moment. But at least she doesn't need to wave a lobster and go woojawoojawooja or whatever.

Then, in a moment straight out of a Hydra's worst going-to-school-in-your-underwear nightmares, it goes *FWIP* and is turned into a wee newt. "Uh. That's not gonna last. Think FAST."

***

The text to Vorpal is intercepted and Oracle frowns "Misfit, questions like that are directed to me and I've already authorised lethal force." The red head may be reaching ''annoyed'' level on the 'o' metre "If you aren't sure…" there's a silence that had better mean something "ask…. me." The woman who inhabits the Clocktower sighs slightly "No Fox, her references are current pop culture and movies… like most of the young today."

***

The Fox backs up as the hydra wretches itself clear of the pavement. He pulls his sword, clearly considering. Fire is usually needed to stop the regrowth of the heads and he's not exactly a hero of legend. Then, abruptly, the mosnter is a very small newt.

For about five seconds. Then the spell breaks a bit under it's own magical pressure and returns the hydra to it's original size but not quiiiite it's original form. Now it's a newt the size of a volkswagon… with seven heads.

"Okay… so that's fun. Oracle. I need a source of fire. Got anything for me?"

He looks over to the other two with him. "Don't get bit? Also, try to distract it. I'll work on something that'll put it down. Just… don't let it go running loose."

The druid pulls a charm out of his pouch that looks like a chunk of bark with runes on it. It glows and then disintigrates and the light from it flows into Rain. Her skin starts to take on a pebbly texture and, she may soon find out, tough as military body armor.

***

Misfit watches her batarangs hit.. and then fall to the ground as the hydra disappears. Well disappears to her fire escape level view of the situation. At what Oracle says she makes an angry noise "You're the one who told me to join the Titans and they have extra rules! Do you want me kicked out for screwing up.. I dont want kicked out!" she also may have been looking for a way out without having to kill anything, at least that is what a careful study of the psyche profile would show. She really is a bit scared of killing and maybe Vorpal would give her an out.
Charlie is just about relieved since Rain seemed to have vanished it, and then it is back once more "Crap…" she whispers and glances at her phone, the text back from Vorpal says /If it's a monster, feel free XD/ and Charlie murmurs "but .. we are all kind of monsters…" mostly to herself then "Fine… lethal force then!" and she /pinkurples/ and ends up riding the thing for the moment, on it's newty little back. Oh….crud what is she doing.

***

"I…" Oracle speaks with precision "will speak with Vorpal about your actions. He is aware you are my ward. Now… stow it… I will never lead you wrong." the red head sighs "I know the toll and would never willingly ask you to bear that." Whilst Oracles code may differ slightly from the Bats, they are very close and the wheel chair bound woman would not ask anyone to take on her pain.

"I'm getting glimpses of the third with you, what is happening…."

Kanes request for fire has the Information Goddesses eyebrows raising "Sewers, Fox…. Methane. Drop a live heat source, there is your fire. If you don't have a heat source, ask Misfit."

***

Rain doesn't say anything about potentially being kicked out. She's the one who's Loki's apprentice. She tends to keep that very much mum if she can help it. But then, soul reads or aura feelings would peg her as pretty compassionate and innocent (except for fanfiction. You can't be perfect, after all). "Oh. Too bad it doesn't have pants I can set on fire." Rain pays in speed and relics for flexibility. She can't really get injured if she wants to use her magic, too. But she doesn't indulge in no pants Fridays even if she understands that keeping healthy and low stress is important. Now is not the time to think about it as she suddenly grtes BARKSKIN. "OH. Oh wow." Is that-? That seems familiar somehow, but she can't put her finger on it.

Nevertheless, she is quietly concentrating. And yes, she has to think. But then, she pulls something out of thin air. A pair of pants. She's setting a pair of pants on fire. … engineers, man.

***

"Why is Misfit a good heat source?" The Fox is already moving when the Newtdry suddenly acquires a Misfit rider. "Er, we have a problem here Oracle." And now pants are on fire. "A fairly big problem."

"MISFIT! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE SPIRITS OF HEARTH AND HUNT ARE YOU DOING ON THE BACK OF A HYDRA NEWT!!!!" Let's not even talk about what's going on with the firey pants.

***

Misfit is riding a Hydra Newt. She sniffles, aw is she crying, she might be crying. So hard to tell with the mask but the comm unit is pretty good and catches the sniffle despite Kane's scream "Lethal." she says very softly. Then the Misfit and Hydra bounce, yeah she just bounced a volkswagon sized monster with her, though some of you have seen her bounce an entire car so that part isn't surprising.
A moment later the girl and the Newt Hydra are back, only about a foot off the ground. Misfit stands while it is all sorts of disorientated and /pinkurples/ back up to the fire escape. "Wait for it" her eyes are clenched very shut now, though she is facing it so the comm can see it.
One moment. Two Moments. Three heartbeats. Then the entire Newt Hydra explodes, you know explosively, covering everything with gibbots and gobbits of Hydra gore in the alley below.
This may be why Misfit is horrified visually whenever anyone asks about teleporting other people?

***

Rain is kind of impressed. Riding the hydra. Her eyes widen. Oh dear. She watches - and then the hydra just kind of explodes. She quietly stomps the burning fabric out. "Well, I - don't know that we'll be needing that now." Captain, atop Rain's shoulder just - stares. "… I'm gonna be okay with a bath after this." He remarks in his deep voice. "Are you two okay?" Rain asks, watching the Hydrabits. She's pretty sure they can't regenerate, but you can never be too sure.

In the movies, that's always when the monster gets you…

***

The Hydra doesn't appear to be regenerating and the Fox, aside from having suffered a near fatal heart attack at Misfit's brief rodeo stint on the back of a Newtdra, seems to be okay. Covered in magical gore. But okay. "Good thing I make my own costumes." He mutters as he makes his way over to where the other two women are. "You two hurt at all?"

***

Misfit doesn't open her eyes, she doesn'tl ook down at it, no sir. "I'm alive." she says loud enough to be heard, though she doesn't sound all right about this situation. She sniffles again and then bounces >pinkurple> back to her room at Lady B's and tosses her shutoff comm into her sock drawer and tosses herself onto her bed. Luckily she was out of Hydra splatter up above there.

***

"She's safe…" Oracle reports to the Fox. The comm unit having registered before the young teen turned it off. "I have someone to speak with her, but perhaps…" the red head sighs "we need to speak before you encounter her, or perhaps my team, again." Closing her eyes for a moment, Gothams Information Goddess takes a long deep cleansing breath "Are you and the other young lady o.k?"

***

"I'm fine," Rain replies. "… in desperate need of a shower, but fine." "Hey, trauma builds /character/. At this rate we might be even get fanfiction!" Captain quips. Then a soft, quiet weeping. Covered. In. HYDRA. "Captain's fine," She offers. "I - uh. I can help clean up, then I suspect we should bail." She listens at least, and seems duly grateful for the concern.

***

The Fox wipes the gore off one glove and removes it, offering a hand out to Rain. "Let me find out." He says into the communicator.

"Rain, you said your name was right? Are you okay? That was a… really messy kill." The Fox's hand is callused, like someone who works with his hands a lot.

***

Rain smiles, carefully offering her clean hand. "Yes, I go by Rain. And we're fine. Startled and gross, but Captain and I are fine." "Fine is a relative term," Grumble, grump. He can't even groom himself. O the mortification! Her hands are slender and cool, likely a little bit calloused, the mark of a nerd. Or someone who does some work with their hands but Fox is totally winning that competition. Besides, druids are totes cool. "You're alright, right? We're gonna clean this up and go. You're welcome to help but I figure it's the least we can do since um." Well, they didn't add much to the fight. But true to her word, the Hydra's remains will be dissolved away with help. Unless he objects.

***

Oracle hasn't quite connected the talking the cat with the fourth voice… why on earth would she? But now the excitment is done and her young charge bounced to safety, things start to become clear. "That's a talking cat right?" the red head just can't help herself "Anything I can do to help Fox" tonight she's being careful to use the correct name.

***

He does not. He so does not. At all. Ever. No one could object to the corpse of a newt-hydra being disposed of in a manner that doesn't involve most of the fire department and a fleet of dump trucks. Least of all Kane. "Right then. See you later Rain."

The Druid summons up his glowing elk and rides up onto the rooftops, leaving the literal broom riding witch to fly home.

"That was a talking cat yes. Accompanying a young woman who rides a broom." Some stereotypes run true. "You can help, yes, by telling me how you knew my name last night."

***

In fairness, many stereotypes have a basis in truth. At least, those not birthed by malice. And Rain will help him out. It will take some time. Her magic is slow and she's not a titan or Asgardian or whatever. "Sounds good. See you later, Fox." Which sounds kind of like a cat call when she thinks about it. Oh well.

Glowing elk is pretty cool. She pulls her broom from over her shoulder. "One ride home and we're gonna bathe." "Dibs," Captain announces. A soft sigh. The two get situated on the broom and fly off into the night. Also stereotypical as they pass the full moon, silhouette and all. At least she doesn't cackle or have a pointy hat.

***

Rains, and the cats, disappearance has Oracle frowning. "A talking cat, that must be interesting" the red head attempts to avoid the subject. "Is there anything more that needs doing with that Hydra?"

***

"No I don't think so." Kane looks behind him. "She dissolved the body into… er… goo. Looks like it's evaporating pretty fast. Probably be gone by morning. Someone should call city services and get them to patch that hole." The elk leaps up and runs to the next rooftop. "I note that you didn't answer my questiosn."

***

No, Oracle hadn't answered his question. "I'm logging a call with city services now." the wheel chair bound woman is already entering a city ordinance request into the job queue "By the job queue it will be several days before it is seen to, even with the urgent flag I've applied. Do you need to monitor it in the meantime?" Taking a deep breath, she sighs not that it will transfer to his comms "Does it matter how I know your name, really?"

***

"Only insofar as probably don't want anyone else finding out that way." The druid replies, slowing to a canter. "And no, I don't need to keep an eye on it. It's just a traffic hazard now."

He turns and takes a northerly route across the rooftops. "So, now that you know who I am shall I expect a visit form your associates?"

***

Oracle laughs and lets some of that filter through the comms system "You were far better off worrying about visits from my associates in situations like this Fox, as you do in person." She sobers, shaking her head even though she's in the Clocktower and he on the ground somewhere "No, any associates I would have sent have been sent. Those associates are so close to me, it's like they're living inside my skin. They would never divulge what they know." the red head sighs, that's so close the real truth, he has no idea.

***

"In that case there's only you to be concerned about then." The Fox grunts. "Since you have gone and added another set of worries to your I'm sure quite long list." He's nearly at a resting point his Circle used to use… back when they yet lived.

***

The grin on Oracles face says it all "Yes, there is only me… and as you say" she pauses "I've added yet another worry to an already long list." The red head shrugs "Ask around about Oracle… if you can… I'm here to help those who help others." Watching his avatar move across her screen she notes his position… soon, very soon, she'll have something concrete on his activities. The Lost Arts, like Babs IT business, is really just a front….

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