Owner	Pose
Victor Creed	Victor smells of blood. Why? His forearms are stained up to the elbow, crimson staining the claws that protrude from his fingertips. His gray tank-top is likely peppered with bloody holes though the flesh beneath the pierced fabric has long healed. Shuffling up to the hanging tree, he plops down, unconcerned with getting dirt on his tattered jeans. Leaning forward, he unties a pair of military style boots (also blood stained) and kicks them off his feet, flexing his toes. A fresh kill on his mind, the echoing screams of a now departed mobster ringing in his ears, he sighs contently. Predatory instincts satisfied for the moment. "Love this city. Almost as much as Madripoor, I reckon. Good... good times."
Gabby Kinney	The wind causes the branches of this ancient tree to creak and squeak. It's not necessarily a frightening sound in and of itself but some of hte many 'decorations' hung here add to the noise. One of the hammocks was a suitably comfy spot about twenty feet straight up that had become a favorite resting spot for one particular masked vigilante/assistant that had patrol in the area. No one bothered the tree. No one. It was safe ground even among the gangs here. Perfect to catch a quick catnap, or enjoy a burger or three. Gabby's gaze drifts down to the tall figure that was stained with dark splotches she could guess at. While she didn't smell anything--she couldn't, not compared to her relatives--she could see very well. It wasn't immediately easy to tell from up top but ... She had heard of this man, after all. Usually with a lot of warnings. Which is why it may be very surprising to Victor that a still-wrapped and warm hamburger of large size plops down into his lap from above. Always best to have a FED killer, right? Right.
Victor Creed	His eyes shutting for a moment, and the scent of Gabby being taken by the wind a couple of dozen of feet above, he is taken off guard by the hamburger. His eyes open, brow knitting together as he leans forward to look into his lap. This scent he immediately recognizes. Head tilting, he gazes upwards inquisitively. "Huh, you are kinda big for a squirrel, ain't ya?" He snatches up the burger, shrugs, and unwraps it. Given his particular resilience and healing factor, he wasn't exactly afraid of being poisoned, and like some many predators, he didn't mind a bite when one made itself convenient. Gnoshing down on the bun and chewing, he eyes figure up in the street. Swallowing, he shrugs. "Though not very big for a'mugger or a vigilante."
Gabby Kinney	Rolling out of the hammock Gabby descends in a quick .. uh... Fall. Onto her feet though with only a half-step back to catch her balance on the softer ground around the tree. The mention of being short just earns a shrug from her along with a grin that was rather carefree given the situation. "At least I have an excuse for being short. And there's less flack about girls being short than guys." Though usually with her it became a 'cute' thing. Here she pauses to tilt her head at the man munching away on the burger she'd offered in the safest way possible: By yeeting at at him. "Didn't really expect to run into you here of all places. I mean. Not that you know me, really, but kind of hard not to know you."
Victor Creed	Once Gabby has dropped closer, his nostrils flare. There's an inquisitive tilt of the head. His eyes squint for a moment as he takes another bite from the burger. He mumbles, "I didn' realize Logan had bothered with spawnin' kin. Huh." He takes a deep breath and tilts his head the other direction. "You smell... almost too much like 'em.. Minus you bein' a girl. Smells like shenanigans to me." "Is he your pa? Or somethin' else? He tell you stories about me? Or did the streets?" He watches her and takes another bite of burger, the vittle almost devoured.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney gives a rather long stretch with arms over her head to work the blood flowing a bit easier through her limbs. She wasn't sore, but it was still nice to stretch now and then after a bit of rest. The question does give her pause though. Dropping her arms back to her side she can only shrug. "Something else. Still calls me his flesh and blood though." A little grin comes as she adds, "Guess you never met my older brother and sister, then. They're actually his. As for stories? Nah." A small gesture is made toward him indicating him as a whole. "While growing up I was informed about him, and you, and others that could be an issue if I ran into them. Heard more on my own otherwise." There's a pause before she offers, "I'm Gabby."
Victor Creed	"Older brother and sister? Well, shit. I'm really out of touch on my Logan'ology, now ain't I?" He crumbles up the burger wrapper and leans back against the tree, starting to pick flecks of dried blood from underneath his claws. "Well, whoever trained ya... Had a decent nose for 'issues' then. You like us, Gabby? You got the healin' factor? Bet you do. Hell, but you are some kind o'experiment from Weapon X. They always had a hard-on for the healing." He sniffs in mild irritation. "Well, I'm on talkin' terms with Logan. On account of my landlord. Can't beat the view, so I abide a few bothersome rules." He grins, showing in infamous fangs. "Well, even if you know me, might as well introduce myself to be proper. Victor Creed. So, what brings you to Gotham? You live here?"
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney considers that all for a few long moments. There's no way she could really argue that. "Not WeaponX, but a lab that stole from them," she admits with another shrug. Given they were just talking and it seemed as if that might be the way things were going, for now, she shifts to plop down on the grass nearby. Far enough away to keep an eye on him, but not so far that she was pretending he had the plague. "I do, yeah, but that's about all I got. I was the only one that did, too. They tried to mess with the DNA to activate different powers and ended up... Not. My sisters were all human. I think they gave up at the end and I slipped through. Good for me, though." A little grin comes at mention of living in Gotham. "These days, yeah. I've got some friends out here that don't treat me like a kid or some special case due to my training. Kind of a nice change of pace from the school."
Victor Creed	Victor continues picking at his claws and nods on occasion as he listens to Gabby. "Eh, people always gettin' greedy and messin' with the genes. Had my share of folks try to get a piece... left most of 'em in pieces." He offers a low chuckle then raises an eyebrow. "Eh, the school fills you young ones with a bunch of nonsense anyway. Sentimental bullshit that will get you killed or worse. Brotherhood has a proper dose of pragmatism. Willin' do what needs doin'. Good you got away from it. Though I reckon you can survive idiocy better then most." "You good at fightin' kid?" He rises up and brushes off his jeans then starts slipping his feet back into his boots.
Gabby Kinney	"Of course," Gabby agrees at the question. Of course she could fight, ftt. That was a silly question. Though as he's getting his boots on, she decides to rise too just in case. She probably should be getting back to her patrols anyway. "I don't kill though. Not if I can help it. That's what they wanted to make us do, so fuck them. Not going to be what they wanted me to be." There's a pause as she considers a moment before adding, "Not against taking out a few tendons here and there, though. Hard to fight if they can't get up again in the first place."
Victor Creed	Victor stares at Gabby for a long while in consideration. His brow knits together in mild confusion. He reaches up and scratches under his chin and along his neck. "Well shit. I don't know how to process that. Either you are a predator or you are prey. Predators kill. Same time, I don't really like bein' controlled either. So yea, fuck whoever wants to shape or mold ya in their image." He squints and sniffs. "You should probably learn t'kill for yourself, but I get where you are comin' from. Sounds like you don't mind a good proper maimin' though. So, guess you aren't ruined as a fighter." He starts to roam away from Gotham, not having a particular destination in mind. He pauses and looks over his shoulder, "Word of advice. Some folks... you can't let live. They become bigger problems every time you beat 'em down. Unless you are groomin' a challenge. You should reconsider your rules. They'll get y'killed otherwise."
Gabby Kinney	"Yeah. Probably. But..." Gabby allows herself a somewhat sad smile in spite of the topic of conversation. "I figure I've got a few more years before that's an issue and I have to make that decision, one way or another. I'm just not setting out to do that. ... I know someday I'm gonna have to follow through." Shaking her head she tosses a wave, and offers out, "Nice meeting you, Victor. Avoid any bats. I'm sure you'd win but they tend to come in packs and don't give up." With that she heads off, too.
Victor Creed	"See you around kid." He waves a hand dismissively. "Ain't worried about bats. Smell 'em from a mile away."