Owner	Pose
Talia al Ghul	There are some old stashes of the League out here. They've been elft abandoned purportedly over for years. Maybe forgotten. Perhaps left by a cell over that had long sicne been 'removed' from Gotham. But all tht meant was after all this time they would have been elft unmonitored. WIth recent brawls in ages past between the League, the Red Room, and those other wretchedthings that preyed uponc hildren.. Now, hopefully after so much time it would have laid there, forgotten. Forgotten, of course, just perhaps by the League. And well within the memories of others that might have seen it or be tehre before. So on a late evening, Talia Al Ghul is there outside the lighthouse.
Jean-Paul Valley	Jean-Paul Valley awakened in a small boat nestled against the side of the island. He had his satchel with him, thankfully, so he could stash away Azrael's gear. God alone knew how the angel had found his way into that boat. Jean-Paul felt an ache in his ribs and saw a gash on his leg earlier from some sort of stabbing wound. He'd bandaged it with the supplies he keeps, pulling his blonde hair back into a ponytail and moving to walk towards the lighthouse. He just has a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of jeans with sneakers, but his pack is obviously overloaded and it's hard to entirely disguise the length of a longsword, the hilt thrusting its way out of one side. Perhaps it would make strangers wary, at least. They should be.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd was here because of a tip. Maybe it was intentional, a lure. Regardless, the matte black Mach 1 of Red Hood rumbles up near the light house. Stepping out, Red Hood steps out and glances around curiously. There was a decided lacking of details on what might be found, or where. Tapping his mask, he begins to scan the brick tower for anything out of the ordinary. Walking up toward the light keeper's house, he tries the door. Maybe it isn't actually locked. No. No it is quite locked. Pausing, he glances around then delivers a powerful kick that sends the door crashing open.
Talia al Ghul	Whether or not Talia was aware that there were others here at the same time as her going for the same target is academic beforehand. Now, as there's the sound of something being busted open, she can only curse inwardsly. Was she too slow? Her ehad been abandoned since before she left Gotham in the first place. So who else is after it? The League? Some of the locals? This complicates her plans intensively. So all she can do is head over in that directiona little more slowly, ready to abort now ifs eh runs into substantial interference. So much for taking a small supply dump for her own uses.
Jean-Paul Valley	Jean-Paul Valley hears the crash and stops just down the slope, only a bit of brush blocking him from seeing the opening. He should leave it be. Whatever business brought Azrael here, it had nothing to do with him. But the lighthouse was the only structure around anyway - if he was going to get out of here, he'd have to go there anyway. And what if someone was in danger? But he was probably the most dangerous thing here. Wouldn't he just be making things worse? Then, as he crests the hill, he sees Talia approaching and slows, frowning, as he looks towards the kicked in door. She's just getting here. So who did that?
Jason Todd	Red Hood walks inside, glancing around the keeper's house. It wasn't occupied, so there was that going for him. Despite his heavy boots, he moves with the silence of a Bat. Looking around, there wasn't anything obvious. He has not yet caught the movement outside. That will probably change soon. Still, ignorance is bliss, right? Stepping into the bedroom, he glances around. Still nothing unusual. This was looking like a wasted trip.
Talia al Ghul	She's a ways away. Too far off to make sure whomever's there already, or to get a good idea of who's coming from the other end. She has no idea that Jason is there, nor has the best glipse of Jean-Paul to identify him. This makes her feel rather vulnerable. There is, at least, no one else withint he area. No other members of the league, no civilians, no random criminals.. Or any sort of one with some sort of sea pun based gimmick.
Jean-Paul Valley	Jean-Paul Valley finds himself at a strange juncture. Should he go in, after the unknown stranger? Wait here for the distant woman approaching? "Hello?" he calls, hoping to be heard inside. "Everything okay in there? Is anyone hurt?" he calls out. Might as well ask since he's here. But he wasn't walking into somebody else's den when there's already a potential predator inside. So to speak. //LET ME OUT// Jean-Paul clutches at his head, stumbling for a moment and leaning against the wall of the lighthouse, next to the door, "No. No. I only just...no," he refuses, choking down the angel for the moment. But he won't be able to fight him off long. Not if things get messy. Why did they always get messy?
Jason Todd	Jason Todd hears the voice at the door and spins around looking back toward the bedroom door. He can't see the entrance where that man's voice is coming from. Emerging from the bedroom, Red Hood stands there, his pistols still holstered. The crimson Bat symbol visible. "There's no one else here. Just me." The tone is quiet, not threatening, but not open for discussion of the topic or leaving any real room for an invitation to join him.
Talia al Ghul	Talia al Ghul would go to advance over as she would take sight of Jason Todd. She doesn't have her hands on weapons, and is holding them up in midair to show that she's not about to attack them. "Who's your friend here?" She would inquire over at Jean-Paul Valley. "He seems like he might be having some issues." And wasn't Jason the one to know about that sort of thing? She would move to cirlce around tos tay away from Jason directly, hands held up and over in the air to to hopefully not antagonize Azrael more.
Jean-Paul Valley	Jean-Paul Valley looks up sharply as Red Hood emerges, watching the armored man march by. For a moment, his hand starts to reach back for the Sword of Sins but he calms his hand for the moment. He doesn't need to start anything. No place for pride here. Pride was the worst sin for an angel. Pride is what made Lucifer fall. "No friend, no enemy. Just a stranger," he says. "I mean no harm."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd wasn't marching anywhere. Standing in the bedroom doorway some ten meters from Jean-Paul and, beyond, Talia outside, he watches. "Talia. I might have guessed you'd be here. But our.. friend here. Is new to me. If he's not with you then I don't know where he came from. Or you really. I'm here following a tip."
Talia al Ghul	Talia al Ghul would glance over, "Who are you?" She would inquire to Jean-Paul, "YOu've definitely come a long way out of your way to show up somewhere relatively isolated. So do we get to know you by name or do we have to make one up ourselves?"
Jean-Paul Valley	Jean-Paul Valley lowers his head at Talia's aristocratic tone. "My name is Jean-Paul Valley," he says. "I am a student. A pilgrim," he says. "I took my rest in a stranger's boat last night. And awoke on these shores," he says. "What kind of tip?" he asks Jason.
Jason Todd	The red-masked, Red Hood looks from Talia back to Jean-Paul. "Most people don't like it when someone stays in their place without permission." Like he's doing here. Potato-potahto. He offers toward Jean-Paul, "Red Hood. A tip about a criminal organization leaving some sort of cache here. Not sure what. But that's my problem." Now he's a little more terse. Not the most social sort when he's 'Working'.
Talia al Ghul	Well, so much for what she was here for. "I just saw some things over and was checking out the noise. And what sort of pilgrim are you then? What church have you come for?" THere's not a lot of churches that would have a pilgrimage to Gotham and to some of the more wasted areas.
Jean-Paul Valley	Jean-Paul Valley keeps his eyes down, "Pilgrims are travelers. And if you know a church nearby, I'll happily take directions," he says. "I do not have a destination in mind yet. For now, I am in God's hands," he says and, if he sounds certain, then he's become a better liar than once he'd been.