Trouble in the city, trouble on the farm [Catch-all; open]

[dirtyredneck]

WHO: Daryl Dixon and open
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Month of July
WHAT: Catch-All! Open prompts up top, specific prompts in the comments
WARNINGS: Zombie mentions, language, more tbd

Any City: The Angel is on the hunt; Any time in July; De Chima only during the zombie plot
Daryl has his hood up, head down. He's walking with his hands tucked into the pockets of a nondescript leather jacket and this late at night, most people chose not to pay attention to him. He looked like almost any guy trying to get by in the night and not be obvious about where he was going or what he was doing. His face just obscured enough by the hood to make identifying him difficult without getting right in his face.

But that doesn't stay the case for long, after he's found his trail. It's not an immediately obvious one. Just him stopping occasionally to glance around and then pull a flower or a weed out of a crack in the sidewalk. At least until the small plants he's oddly interested in are being pulled off of walls. Then he takes a look around and slips into someplace dark enough to hide him as he pulls on his mask and makes sure he's covered from head to foot. Then he's making his way up a fire-escape to a window or along an alleyway to a door. And outside of being quiet, he's not especially trying to hide his actions.

A little while later, should any observers decide not to interfere with his suspicious actions, there's the sound of combat from where he went into - all grunts or cut-off cries of pain or silenced gunfire. Some time after that, when all is quiet again, the man slips out of the building with a child wrapped in his arms and a pair of glowing wings made of orange and blue light that give his position away. But at that point he's not out to protect his position. He's out to protect the kid he's just rescued and fly them off home.

Nonah: Motorcycle Madness; Early in the month
Daryl was pretty well known among his fans by now for preferring a motorcycle to get around on rather than the wings he'd been gifted with by the Porter. So it was little surprise when he showed up at a small Bike show for custom builds. If he saw any obvious imPorts or people he already knew, he gravitated toward them and nodded at the bike they were looking over, "You like that one? Don't think the suspension's too much?"

Wild Card: Nonah, De Chima, Heropa
Daryl is out and about doing normal things in the early half of the month, fighting zombies in De Chima in the second half. He can be found doing basic grocery shopping, checking out nick-knack stores, hanging around parks, and doing everything but eating in public. The closest he comes on that end is having some very mild tea at a couple different shops he liked and attempting to avoid the paparazzi. Largely unsuccessfully.

[[Action or Prose is fine, I'll match your preference. If you want a specific prompt, poke me in PM and I'll put one up for you.]]

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Draugr

[dirtyredneck]

[If anyone in the Constellation needs/wants to meet with Draugr in person, this is the spot to do it. Draugr will come dressed in all black, with a full-face mask to prevent easy identification.]

Poltergeist

[stretchy_girl]

Have Heaven Scent info for you, we should meet. Poltergeist.

[The communication had been sent, marked with a place and time via secure communication, the sender marked as 'Unknown', the only clue to who it was from being the moniker at the end. Sure enough, the moment Draugr appears then a part of the shadows moves, a figure seeming to materialise, barely visible against the surrounding dark. If Draugr wants to protect his identity then she will keep him guessing too.]

You must be Draugr. [The voice was vaguely feminine, but strangely indistinct.]

[dirtyredneck]

Hai.

[He answered curtly, before breaking out into flawless and crisp Japanese, voice distorted by a modulator that made his tone come out sounding a little like an autotune dial had been left on, forcing the sound of his voice to come out as though it were rising and falling through the octaves.]

You said you have information on Heaven Scent. What is it?

[stretchy_girl]

[Japanese was a language that Gemini had only recently turned her attention to learning following the treachery of one Tohru Adachi, so when she spoke in reply it was much more slowly.]

I have infiltrated Heaven Scent's main executive facility. I have a number of staff files and laboratory locations ready for you.

A memory stick gleamed amid the darkness as she held it up for Draugr to see.]

There will be more but for the time being I'm still working on bypassing their security encryptions.

[dirtyredneck]

[He moved in closer by a few steps, holding himself with shoulders straight and back stiff, then extended a hand for her to drop the memory stick in. Where she'd have to either step out into the open to hand it over, or... do something else. He wasn't sure exactly what her powers were, only that Dooku had said she was good at infiltration.]

You can speak English if you prefer. I understand it. Which locations seemed the most damning to you?

[stretchy_girl]

[The shadow remained still as Draugr stepped forward, and if she had a mouth Gemini might have smiled at the obvious attempt to get a better look at her. Instead of stepping forward an arm extended out of the shadows, three digits resembling black blades instead of fingers dropping the memory stick into his hand. The pitch black oily, liquid looking hand gleamed in the light for a split second, before retracting as quickly as it had been extended.]

There are four main facilities, all in De Chima. If you want to hit them then you'll need to destroy all four and make sure the senior management is hunted down. I'm in the process of acquiring keys and passcodes, but to break into their mainframe I need more time.

[dirtyredneck]

[His eyesight hadn't been enhanced at all, but his sense of smell and hearing had. She smelled like burned rubber. What he'd seen of the arm looked like an oil slick. He was gonna guess she had shapeshifter powers of some sort, even if it was just stretchy limbs. Which meant figuring out who she was outside of the Constellation was probably a fool's errand.

But the smell... it seemed familiar for some reason. A specific kind of burned rubber he thought he knew from somewhere.

His hand closed in on the datastick and he nodded.]

I have not yet decided if we will hunt them down. But getting into the facilities is a priority. When you have the keys and passcodes, inform me immediately. I will make time to see you again.

[stretchy_girl]

If you let the senior management get away there's a real risk they'll start up again under a different name. These people have resources, they're too dangerous to be left alive.

[Gemini warned, voice a little sharper despite the distortion. There was no shift in her scent to mark the change in mood, no heartbeat to signal her intentions, silence to go along with her warning.]

I'll have the keys and passcodes soon and more, I'll be in touch.

[With that the shadow seemed to merge into the ones behind it, the faintly viscous fluid sound of Gemini's substance changing carrying, then silence.]

[dirtyredneck]

[He wasn't necessarily planning on letting them get away. But killing them all was also not his immediate plan. She didn't need to know that, though, so he didn't bother correcting her. As long as he was did what he asked of her, he didn't care much otherwise.

Daryl waited for a good twenty minutes, just standing there, not moving, listening and breathing lightly to catch the scents and make sure she was gone before he moved away and towards the door. Once he was outside, he stopped and once more listened and breathed, keeping himself still while he checked to be sure he was alone.]

[stretchy_girl]

[There was no hint of movement, no sound to clue Draugr that Gemini was in fact still there, or so she hoped. A liquid shadow no thicker than a strand of spaghetti caressed the underside of a drainpipe, adopting the same colour as the rusted metal, curling away when Daryl moved and slithering into the gaps between bricks, stopping once again when Daryl did.

She wanted to see the face behind that mask.]

[dirtyredneck]

[No hint of movement or sound reached his ear at first, but the scent of burned rubber still lingered strongly outside. It's what had him pausing again as he continued to listen until he heard something strange... almost like liquid flowing but, well, not in a natural way. It started and stopped when Daryl moved. He couldn't see it when he glanced around, but he could hear it.

And he could smell it.

He hadn't used his tattoo power in public yet for the very purpose of not letting everyone and their mother know what he was capable of. Which meant if he used it now, instead of his more recognizable one, the oily-woman shouldn't be able to put two and two together when she was either too curious for her own good or had left something to follow him.

He rolled his shoulders and and slowly stretched his neck and as he did so, the lines of his arms shifted and changed. His hands became thick, clawed, and the color changed from the dark gloves to something like old ink on parchment. A tail followed, curling out from around his waist as though it had always been hidden there before he let it hang down and swing. His feet, the boots he wore, shifted as well, forcing him higher and becoming cloven hooves the same odd shade of black as his claws. Demonic like.

All this before he started moving down the street at a clipped pace, pausing between buildings to stop and listen. And smell.]

[stretchy_girl]

[The liquid had no eyes per se, yet still it saw, watching Daryl closely as he slowly but surely changed, going from masked human to some kind of demonic creature.

Gemini had seen other shapeshifters before, was this Daryl one or something else entirely? A werewolf perhaps, they didn't exist where she came from but here anything was possible. Either way, her liquid eyes took in every inch of the figure, adding it to her memory, noting as she did so the tenseness of his posture, he knew he was being watched.

After a moment the liquid tricked slowly away, turned a corner and dropped off the wall once out of view, condensing into a bat mid-fall and fluttering off into the night sky.]