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George Harkness BELLE REVE
Yesterday

"You're going in undercover on this one," Amanda Waller says matter-of-factly.

"Lookin' to throw me fan club off the scent?" Captain Boomerang asks with a lopsided grin.

"I need you to blend in. Where you're headed, you won't want to stand out," replies the Wall.

"Why's that?" asks La Bruja, self-styled 'sorceress of sin'.


GREATER SCOTTSDALE RENAISSANCE PLEASURE FAIRE
Today

"What the hell are we lookin' for, again?" Boomerang asks, adjusting his Hawaiian shirt.

"Not what," replies La Bruja, picking idly at a massive ball of cotton candy. "Who. Waller said some performer here is a potential asset, according to whatever detector tool she mentioned. They just don't know which one it is."

"ZOUNDS!" shrieks a barker nearby. "Step right up and test yon skill! Can ye best the record of the Queen's own marksman?"
Bullseye "Ih ear the train a coming, it's rolling around the bend, and I ain't seen the sunshine since...I dunno when..."

The slight singing comes from Benjamin Pointdexter. AKA Bullseye. General pain in the ass of Daredevil and the rest of Hell's Kitchen and the pain in the ass of people all around the world..considering most of them are dead, some of them by common house appliances.

Others by pencils or playing cards. Rumor is, the guy just doesn't miss.

Honestly? Ben rarely had the time to indulge in stuff like renaissance fairs. Though...well, he got bored reminding mob bosses who the real king of New York is, so he's here. He's dressed in a black longsleeve shirt and some dark cargo pants. Simple stuff, really. Never could get into the weird fancy dresses and the like.

Yet, all the same, Benjamin steps right up indeed when he hears the shrieking of a barker. "I'll give it a try." He has the smile of a friendly face, but those who know? People like Harkness? There's a wolf behind sheep's clothing.
George Harkness Rolling his eyes, 'Digger' Harkness--Captain Boomerang--pivots on a heel to turn and follow Bullseye towards the barker. "Come on, mate, you think it'll be fun to show these morons what--"

"What, ho!" the barker interjects, clapping his hands together. "It seemeth we have a challenger! Come, my lord, step up and hunt Her Majesty's deer!"

The game is very clearly a darts game, with balloons on deer that move along a track.

"One point for each! Perhaps thou wilt win enough for a majestic, exotic reward!"


Meanwhile, a figure dressed as a wizard--maybe Merlin, maybe Gandalf, maybe Dumbledore--approaches, waving a hand ominously toward La Bruja.

"You are powerless against my arcane skill," he intones, wiggling his fingers at the woman.

She replies by nodding slowly, eyes wide in feigned agreement, and eats a mouthful of cotton candy. "Sure," she replies with a muffled voice.


The barker hands five darts to Bullseye. "Can ye at least strike /three/ of the hinds? They are quite nimble, forsooth!"

Digger chimes in, "Five darts for three deer? I dunno, seems /mighty/ difficult..."


Then, 'Merlin' makes another gesture, and La Bruja begins dancing with him. "What--I--" she begins to protest, but the wizard only chuckles. "I told you I was irresistible!"

"I--can't get--help--gahh!" La Bruja manages to spit out, although she continues dancing.
Bullseye "Of course it will be." Bullseye tells Harkness. "Though the question is, can you throw darts like you can boomerangs, or is it only with boomerangs?" Pointdexter teases him, seemingly in great delight. Though as he starts to approach, he pulls at his collar. "Could do without the 'thees' and 'thous'." He groans with a roll of his eyes.

He accepts the five darts and he looks at the barker. "Three?" He questions him with a smirk. He looks at 'Digger', and throws a dart without looking, hopefully popping one of the balloons on the deer that moves along the track.

"Looks like she's having fun." Ben says without concern, though he offers one of the darts to Boomerang, as if to challenge him in seeing if he can hit the balloon.

Nothing wrong with a little friendly competition.

Yet, there's method to his madness. Reason for this. He's catching attention to himself. Of course, the nanite bomb in the base of his skull prevents him from outright murdering people, though these two could certainly build up a body count. But...the wizard - for some reason - keeps Bullseye's attention. Something's off there.

Something weird.

Or maybe he's just finally going paranoid.
George Harkness "I know not what you mean, milord!" the barker says with a wide smile. "This /is/ the year 1585, after all, and this is how we speak."

The wizard twirls about with La Bruja, who struggles to let out several obscenities.

"Manners, girl!" the wizard says gruffly, and he looks to several other faire patrons who have turned their phones' cameras toward him. "Do not trouble me with these evil contraptions!"

Digger takes one of the darts and examines it. "You know, I don't know. Never really seemed much interesting to me--throwing in a straight line. Where's the fun in that?" He lobs the dart at one of the balloons. It misses, striking the backing board with a soft 'thok'.

"My condolences, good gentle," the barker chuckles. "Care to try again?"

"I--said--/fuck off/!" La Bruja shouts, finally prying herself from the dance. "This has to be our guy--motherfucking cabron had me paralyzed!"

She begins to chant, her eyes glowing green.

The wizard chants as well.

Cellphones all around begin sparking and fizzling, their power drained or batteries burst.

A split second before La Bruja begins to gesture with her arms, the wizard flings his arms out to either side of himself.

La Bruja's body tears in half down the center and drops to the ground.

"What the f--" Captain Boomerang begins, but then the barker has him in a chokehold.
Bullseye Pointdexter whistles when Boomerang misses his mark. "Happens to the best of us." he lifts one of the darts as if to pick something out between his teeth. "I wouldn't worry about it, people throw things all the times. But you gotta think about the geometry. That's what makes those fine angles the perfect kill." As soon as he says that, all hell starts to be breaking loose when La Bruja calls out the wizard.

"-Knew it-." Bullseye grins like a devil. Though Boomerang is stuck in a chokehold before Bullseye can do much about it. "Watch your head." and he throws the dart upwards, and lets gravity do the rest. Hopefully, the dart will fall on top of the barker's head and pierce through the skull. The velocity should do the trick. Or it could serve as a good distraction for George to do his thing.

Though his attention turns to La Bruja and the wizard as magic starts to burst around them.

"Wow, weird seduction magic. Who'd 'ave thought?" He sighs. "Killer barkers and weird wizards. What a fun day."
George Harkness The faire patrons are either running away or frozen in horror.

The wizard moves his arms around as if swirling magical energy together from all around him.

"All ye had to do was adhere to the conceit! Let us have our day!" he growls, turning his attention to those around him. "But no, manners have become extinct--and so this 'pleasure faire' shall become a midway massacre!"

He points his finger at one petrified patron, and the person melts into a literal puddle of goo. "I shall remake the world in my image, and all will tremble."


Captain Boomerang struggles with the barker, but the fight's over several seconds later once Bullseye's dart disappears inside the barker's eye. He shudders and goes limp.

Digger takes the opportunity to punch him and look around. "Bloody hell, nary a boomerang to be found when you need one. Told the Wall I shoulda been allowed at least one fold-away..."

He dives behind the counter for the dart game and glances toward the wizard. "Bullseye! You've got it in the bag, mate! I'm sure of it!" before adding in a low mutter, "or at least it'll give me enough time to find a good hidin' spot to ride this out..."
Bullseye "Whaaaat the shit!?"

Says Bullseye on watching a poor soul literally get turned into goop. Well, he's not worried about that person at all, they had fuck-all luck to be turned into goop. Some part of him thought it was funny: imagine going up to the pearly gates or whatever the hell comes after this and saying 'I got turned into sludge' as their way to die. Though after assisting with Harkness, he watches Boomering give a coup de gras to the barker-

May he rest in pieces.

and proceed to take cover in a good spot to wait this out. "Waller doesn't like ya." Ben tells him with a grin. "I'm her favorite. Fuck me, right?" Ben shrugs, and turns towards the wizard. He takes a deep breath.

"Always wanted to kill Gandalf."

and he's moving. He's got two more darts left. As he's moving, he rubs the tip of the dart sharply against the ground, as if to dull it's tip. He blows on said dart, and throws it sharply! The dart flies through the air, hitting a perfect 90 degree angle to cause the dart to ricochet off of the wall and coming right for the wizard's throat!

Wizards talk to do spells, right? He was chanting earlier. Maybe he can clip a bird of it's wings?
George Harkness Digger's hiding spot transforms into a cloud of dandelion fluff as the wizard momentarily turns to gesture at it.

"Aw, fuck me!" Captain Boomerang exclaims, barreling for the next nearest obstacle he can find to place between himself and the wizard.

The wizard starts to turn back to Bullseye, incantation pouring from his mouth, but he's suddenly struck by the dart in the throat. The man gags, choking, and collapses, unable to catch a breath.

As he falls to the ground, so too do all the other renaissance fair workers.

Digger cautiously gets to his feet and looks around. "So, ah, mission accomplished, then? Go team?" He looks to the split halves of La Bruja and then to Bullseye. "Mostly. At least you earned a stuffed animal prize."
Bullseye Bullseye looks on with no small amount of satisfaction as the wizard is holding his throat and collapsing to the ground, even while the other renaissance fair workers drop to the ground and stay there.

"He was talking too much."

Bullseye scoffs as he twirls the last dart in his hand. He drops it, of course, lest Waller start getting any ideas. He looks at Digger then when he gets out of his hiding spot. "I guess so. He ain't dead, he just can't breathe right now." He looks at La Bruja.

"Drag his ass back with us. Don't suppose you can use your cute words to get us back home." 'home' being Belle Rev. But he crosses his arms over his chest and looks at Boomer. "Next time, let's get you a boomerang so you don't have to hide from the wizards." He starts to laugh.

He's starting to like these gigs. He gets to kill people without consequences.