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|Date of Scene=2025/04/01
|Location=West Bushwick (Mutant Town)
|Synopsis=X23 meets the Creeper and no one dies. There will be more scenes though.
|Cast of Characters=949,584
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:949|Creeper (949)}} has posed:'''<br>It was a dark and stormy night. This wasn't a problem for the Creeper. He was used to Gotham, which had two kinds of weather: rain/snow or impending rain/snow. It was said the rain in Gotham drove many people to suicide and others to buy those transparent plastic umbrellas so you could see the ledge jumpers coming down and duck. Creep sniffed the air, definitely a storm coming. <br><br>Mother Nature seemed to agree with a peel of lightning and thunder. "Wait, wait a minute! I'm supposed to be on a rooftop for that... to be fucking backlit!" The Creeper made a bound that finished with him clawing bricks two stories up he quickly scrambled up the corner of the building past apartment windows. <br><br>"Eeeeeek!" <br><br>"I assure you madam... this is awkward for both of us. Nyahahahahaha!" He gets to the roof and poses, feet apart, shoulders square in time for the next bolt of lightning... <br><br>... which hits him square in the chest, exiting out his foot. "Oook!" The Creep falls down, begins to heal. <br><br>"Fuuuuu..." In Creep's head, Jack Ryder laughs.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:584|Laura Kinney (584)}} has posed:'''<br>Laura Kinney has a lot to brood over. She ran into a very upbeat person about 12 hours ago, engaging her in conversation, letting her vent, buying her food. It was very pleasant, but she's back deep in her own head.<br><br>The fact that it's raining doesn't visibly bother her or deter her. Crop top and jeans are pleasant spring clothing, and she sticks to them.<br><br>A bolt of lightning gets her attention. She looks up, spots the Creeper, and shifts her hips. Folding her arms, she loooks intently. Sees him fall. Walks in his direction to see what's going on.<br><br>She's not particularly on alert, but she's ALWAYS a little on alert.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:949|Creeper (949)}} has posed:'''<br>Creeper thinks, "Something is burning... wakes up and notes his forelock is alight. He wets his thumb and forefinger and snuffs it. "Fucking Batman gets all the breaks. All them artist renditions and I bet he didn't get him once!" He shakes his head to clear it, then rolls over extinguishing any fires in the red mane trailing down his back. Ssssssss. Oh it's raining. <br><br>Hah, climbing a building in a thunderstorm. Haha! <br><br>I got hit by lightning, Jack. It's not funny. <br><br>Yet I am laughing, Creep. get up and try to run down those nasty Mutant Abductors. Send a few of them to the ER. I need a story. <br><br>The Creeper slides down a drain pipe.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:584|Laura Kinney (584)}} has posed:'''<br>Laura Kinney taps her foot, and clears her throat. "What are you doing, and why are you creeping on people in Mutant Town? We look after our own around here. You know, the 'muties'. Go home to your mother."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:949|Creeper (949)}} has posed:'''<br>Creeper drops the rest of the way down at Laura's words, a little surprised someone snuck up on him. <br><br>"WHAT DID YOU SAY? I'M A LITTLE DEAF! I GOT HIT BY LIGHTNING! WHAT?" His audio nerves regrow as he finishes. <br><br>"WHAT... errrmmm what I was doing was looking for Mutant abductors. Or Mutant drug dealers. I was not creeping up on anyone... yet. That is the racist M-word you used! I am the Creeper, however. One for you, Sweet Cheeks. And no one sends me home to my momma. Dreadful woman. Gosh, you're adorable. What are you going to do to make me go, teeny? Hahahahahahahahahaha! Seriously, you really are cute. Honest compliment, not hitting on you... what are you 13? Yeesh."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:584|Laura Kinney (584)}} has posed:'''<br>Laura Kinney starts to speak, but the rain starts up again. She's quickly drenched, but it doesn't seem to bother her any. She's a seasoned combat pro, after all. Arms still crossed. "Looked like you were looking in someone's window, The Creeper. Is that your version of The Batman? I should pull some strings."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:949|Creeper (949)}} has posed:'''<br>Creeper shrugs. "Hey it was awkward for me too. Buy some drapes maybe. I didn't do it on purpose. I'm an ordinary maniac, not a sex maniac. Hehehehehe! And you're one to talk, loping along in cut offs and... a tight little top plastered to you in the rain... you want to get inside somewhere? Get some ice cream maybe?" Okay definitely not 13! <br><br>"I mean... you shouldn't get wet... you can't afford to shrink."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:584|Laura Kinney (584)}} has posed:'''<br>Laura Kinney flicks at wet hair going into her face a bit, and shakes her head. "You're joking. Very funny. But this is serious. What were you doing up there, and why shouldn't I do something about it?" She's so casually tapping her foot, as short as her famous father, like she has the poewr and authority to do something about this.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:949|Creeper (949)}} has posed:'''<br>Creeper stops smiling. "I do not trust a little girl who doesn't like ice cream, and the friendship of the Creeper is not lightly cast aside! I am the terror that creeps in the light. I am the chewing gum that sticks to the bottom of Evil's new kicks! I am here to stop trafficking in Mutants because they are non-fungible! I will prove it! You got a Mutant Abductor? I'll stop them." The Creeper circles Laura slowly in a half crouch. That makes him eye to eye with Laura. there is no mistaking the manic intent in his eyes. <br><br>Of course that intent might be to show up in a batting cage with a pool noodle. You never know with the Creeper.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:584|Laura Kinney (584)}} has posed:'''<br>Laura Kinney is getting her jeans as soaked as that top is. But she doesn't blink. If it bothers him that her cream colored tank top doesn't hold its water well, then well, she's not flinching.<br><br>"So your theory was that this abductor was up there?" she asks, her voice with more than a hint of skepticism. But she's not supposed to kill strangers. So she continues to play along. "I'm listening."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:949|Creeper (949)}} has posed:'''<br>Creeper points a finger with a wicked talon at Laura. "It's as good a place as any. I mean they grab Mutants. There are Mutants here. I figure start here rather than Superman's Fortress of fucking Solitude. I mean that was as far as I got. I don't look like Batman, do I? I'm not even Detective Chimp here. I just cruise the dark areas seeking people who need punching... or a little light clawing. Sometimes I bite a little. Also, I did not get your name, Gidget."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:584|Laura Kinney (584)}} has posed:'''<br>Laura Kinney turns slowly, and tilts her head. She uncrosses her arms. Hands at the ready. No claws out though. Yet. "Laura," she says softly. She sniffs, pert nose wriggling. She looks at him. She listens intently. And then her face quirks.<br><br>"You are telling the truth. You're like an animal. You're too feral to be lying to me. I respect that." She then sighs, and visibly relaxes as much as ag irl like here ever actually relaxes. "Be careful. The people here have been through a lot, and may not trust someone acting too... antagonistic." She then walks off as though it were nothing, and she felt no threat from him, and it weren't raining.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:949|Creeper (949)}} has posed:'''<br>Creeper watches the small woman go off, walking like she owned the night. Wait doesn't Batman own the night? Maybe it's like a timeshare? He then bounds back up the building, grabbing the corners and climbing. <br><br>"Eeeeeek!" <br><br>"Oh for fuck's sake lady, grab a towel!" Thunder rumbles in the distance.<br> <br>
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