The Prohibitionist and the Tentacled Horror
| The Prohibitionist and the Tentacled Horror | |
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| Date of Cutscene: | 05 February 2021 |
| Location: | Mcgirks Sports Bar New York City |
| Synopsis: | Dark Jovian and the Prohibitionist fight. It does not go well for the former hero. |
| Cast of Characters: | Jovian Anderson |
The Prohibitionist roared as he finally broke out of the bottle that had been trapping him. The muscled magical hero, 7 feet tall with religious symbols tattood all over his neatly trimmed beard with brown hair and an anchor in his hands, he swung it on a rope looking around the speak easy covered with dust. "How long did that infernal sorceror trap me?" Stumbling through the boarded up wall and into the recently rediscovered speakeasy which made his escape possible, he saw light simmer through the basement window. Stumbling out into the winter afternoon light, people moved about with smartphones and largely ignored the costumed weirdo.
As he wiped his eyes, getting used to corporeal form he spotted not one but three open saloons on this street alone. Not speak easys at all, just OUT IN THE OPEN. Had the apocalypse happened? He walked into the nearest bar and began to tear it apart, slinging his giant anchor into the bar and smashing huge amounts of booze around as he did. 'The future lives in sin!" He howled as he sent the anchor about, lifting and throwing the sinners out after giving them a stiff punch to the jaw and throwing them out like the chaff they were. He crushed every bottle and smashed the glass twice to be sure. The manager of the bar, confused as hell got up and called the police.
It just so happened that Jovian was in the bar next door, a well known Police bar in the Upper East Side, McGirks, talking to his old friend. "I'm sorry that they didn't have the 50K, but this weird owl dart killed Mrs. Ca....what the hell is that?" The entire bar walked out and saw the tattoo'd buffoon with the anchor walking towards the bar. Several fire arms were drawn, and all the bullets bounced off.
The Prohitionist sneered, "Your wicked vice will not stop me! I cannot believe that law enforcement has fallen so far as to betake of the wicked rum!"
"It's been legal for 90 years you idiot!" One of the people in the crowd shouted.
Jovian didn't like the look of this and walked into the bar bathroom to 'change'. mentally wondering if he could use the same skills that he used to make bolos to construct some kind of costume...this was a pain. How did normal heroes deal with this?
The Prohitionist laughed as the bullets bounced off of him and he knocked anyone trying to stop him away like bowling pins. He began to smash the second bar with ease. He didnt care if it was legal. He would destroy every single bar in the world one at a time if he had to. Drinking was...WRONG!
As he did, something dark and tentacled loomed up behind him. A chill ran down his spine as he laughed, "Sinner! I offer you a chance to back awa-" as he gasped as the dark tentacled shadow wrapped around his throat.
Five minutes later, Bolo stumbled out in costume, wearing a helmet ready to take on the Prohitionist, sirens in the background with the Prohibitionist tied up unconcious on floor, strangle marks around his neck most of the inhabitants of the bar injured and groaning or unconscious. There was a bottle of whiskey with a note and photos of his most recent safehaven that said, "Be seeing you myself. Anything you can do, I can do better. I see you. You don't see me. I will own everything you have. Everything."
Chilled, Jovian took the note and looked around at every shadow, with no sign of his dopple at all.
