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maskormenacelogs2019-09-07 07:18 pm
heliophilic) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-09-07 07:18 pm
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Oh, my knight in black leather
WHO: The Midnighter and Rupert von Hentzau
WHERE: Mooney's Alehouse, a gay bar in Nonah
WHEN: Beginning of September
WHAT: Rupert finally meets the leather man of his dreams
WARNINGS: Violence? Rupert? Will update as/if necessary
[Were Rafael not a close asset and good friend, M might believe that the bartender for the first floor of Mooney's Alehouse was mocking him. M sits up at the bar, a familiar duffel bag under his feet, while Rafael works, trying hard to ignore the throngs of people surrounding him. It isn't the fact that the bar was more crowded than usual that M was trying to ignore, but rather the bar's preferred choice of clothing. Of all the nights Rafael could have called him here, it was on "leather night."
Decidedly one of the few people not currently in some form of leather anything, M sticks out in his white button-up shirt and jeans. The bourbon in his hands helps, but as he can't get drunk, it's a temporary distraction at best.
Finally, Rafael has a moment to swing back over to M's side of the bar.]
Rafa, you know I like you, but this is a bit much.
["It wasn't on purpose, I swear," the bartender replies with a sheepish grin, knowing the other man's supposed reputation all too well. "But I need your help."]
So you've told me. What's up?
[Because Rafael wouldn't have called him if something wasn't seriously wrong.]
WHERE: Mooney's Alehouse, a gay bar in Nonah
WHEN: Beginning of September
WHAT: Rupert finally meets the leather man of his dreams
WARNINGS: Violence? Rupert? Will update as/if necessary
[Were Rafael not a close asset and good friend, M might believe that the bartender for the first floor of Mooney's Alehouse was mocking him. M sits up at the bar, a familiar duffel bag under his feet, while Rafael works, trying hard to ignore the throngs of people surrounding him. It isn't the fact that the bar was more crowded than usual that M was trying to ignore, but rather the bar's preferred choice of clothing. Of all the nights Rafael could have called him here, it was on "leather night."
Decidedly one of the few people not currently in some form of leather anything, M sticks out in his white button-up shirt and jeans. The bourbon in his hands helps, but as he can't get drunk, it's a temporary distraction at best.
Finally, Rafael has a moment to swing back over to M's side of the bar.]
Rafa, you know I like you, but this is a bit much.
["It wasn't on purpose, I swear," the bartender replies with a sheepish grin, knowing the other man's supposed reputation all too well. "But I need your help."]
So you've told me. What's up?
[Because Rafael wouldn't have called him if something wasn't seriously wrong.]
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Just the nosy ones that ask a lot of questions.
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[ He slips off his bar stool, straightening himself up. Rupert's nowhere near M's dimensions - he's leaner, more lithe, and practically dwarfed by the other man in terms of height. Still, he fearlessly extends a hand to shake. ]
Rupert von Hentzau, at your service.
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Should I have been referring to you as "your lordship" or something this whole time?
[No matter what he's not going to, he's just going to ask.]
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[ Sir. Master. Your Lordship. That sort of thing. ]
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[Remember that thing, Rupes? M sure hasn't!
All of a sudden M stops his graceful retreat and stares off into space for a second. He turns and makes eye contact with Rafa before looking at Rupert.]
You might want to get down.
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[ Rupert's words are luckily cut off by the explosive sound of the bar's wall imploding. He crouches instinctively, one hand moving to seek out the edges of a portal just in case he needs to make a quick exit. The noise is terrible, leaving his ears ringing and dust billowing as a band of someones burst through the wreckage into the bar and Rupert decides very quickly that this is not a place he should be sticking around in. He turns around to say as much to Midnighter before realising the guy has completely and utterly vanished. ]
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You sure do attract interesting company, Rafa.
[He quickly vaults over the counter, fully dressed in his work clothes, to address the assholes ruining leather night.]
The bouncer just told you there was a dress code. No reason to trash the place just because you can't listen to simple instructions.
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Not leave. Move. Because Rupert isn't going to miss this for the world.
He quietly weaves through cowering bystanders until he reaches a break in the bar, before darting behind it so he can safely crouch and watch. And who knows, if this really does turn into a shit show then he can at least fix himself a good drink before making a swift exit. ]
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"You just couldn't take a hint, could you?" the bartender whispers harshly. He knew something was going to happen, which was why he called in M.
The party crashers begin a well-rehearsed monologue about how unfair the bar scene is, and how Mooney's Alehouse only caters to certain people.]
Are you serious? Is this is an incel thing? A homophobia thing? Either way, you're boring me with this bullshit.
[With that, he kicks a knife off a nearby table into the hand of the one wielding a stupidly large gun.]
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He's good. I wouldn't miss this for the fucking world.
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The guy with the knife begins screaming, as his buddies start to rush Midnighter. One of them spits fire as M flips out of the way, grabbing a glass of water as he moves. He rushes in close and slams the glass into the guy's face.]
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He sees it - another attacker, shoving the screaming knife-handed man out the way as he closes on M. From his crouching position behind the bar Rupert moves his hand quickly, top right to bottom left, and rips a noisy portal beneath the attacker's feet. The man disappears through the floor with a shriek, only to be neatly dropped from somewhere up high around the nightclub's light rigging, to fall with a vivid crunch headfirst into the dance floor.
Because Rupert's helpful like that. ]
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You kiss your mother with that mouth?
[Rather than spit at him again, the goo guy changes targets to attack the bar, while a stone-skinned attacker rushes M. He catches the guy's grip in his hands and starts to grapple him backwards.]
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With a swordsman's keen reflexes he jerks aside as a gob of sticky liquid flies past him, aimed at the space where his portal-casting shoulder had been moments ago. With a fiendish grin he throws out his hand and yanks it sharply across once again, portalling the villain to land directly on top of the first one he'd dumped on the dance floor, who was starting to struggle to his feet. The pair slam together, the second on top of the first, and they go quiet. ]
Watch your step, [ Rupert calls breathlessly to M; there are now two large squares of empty space on the floor: the left-open portals, that Rupert is conveniently leaving there just in case they're at all helpful. ]
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Even if he wasn't playing nice for the sake of the import community as a whole, these idiots didn't deserve to die for this.]
You make too much noise, you know that?
[M says, ostensibly to the stone-skinned man as he reorients himself for another charge.]
Sometimes there is merit to the subtle approach.
[Like the Roadrunner to Wile E. Coyote (not that M would know the reference), he once again side-steps the stone skin man, this time first faking him out with a feint, letting him fall right into one of Rupert's portals. But at the exit of said portal, a large, golden portal appears beneath it, and exits perpendicular to the floor. The result leads the stone skinned man to drop into one portal, only to slide out of the other one, where his momentum knocks over and traps the man with the knife hand and the firebreather beneath his weight.]