Owner	Pose
Caleb Dykstra	Gotham, somewhere in the woods around the city. Nightime - what a shock. His '71 Dodge Challenger cruises the empty roads and parks in an spot overlooking the eerily lit city; one could swear that its lights reflectin against the cloud-filled sky to reveal the presence of ghosts and demons perpetually laughing and dancing and looming over the city to scoop it up and tear it bit by bit when glancing sideways. At least, that's what Caleb thinks. Caleb, the teenage boy who runs errands for the mob - a job he hates. Well, not tonight. Tonight, he's getting out of his vehicle and pulling a large duffle bag, and headed inwards, into the forest area. And he walks until he reaches a clearing. A clearing that's filled with targets all around - a testing gallery, built by his own hand. He opens the bag after landing it on the ground, and from inside, he pulls a number of guns; from pistols to machine guns. And in plain darkness, he starts to practice against targets.
Shayera Thal	The curse of having good hearing is one picks up on noises and sounds very easily. So even as Hawk Woman makes her final sweep of Gotham the sound of gun fire is picked up. She internally sighs and then just starts to bank in the direction letting her wings guide her in the direction of the noise. She looks over the place curiously until she notices the flashes of the muzzle fire and then starts to let her wings move her downwards to land like a eagle not far behind Caleb. She notes the target and then frowns a bit. "You know they have gun ranges you can practice on, why come out into the woods to shoot at targets?" That get her wondering about the legality of the weapons the man is using.
Caleb Dykstra	The teenager gasps as he's addressed, expecting to be out here alone. But he's quick to recover, as a fraction of a second after the Desert Eagle he's got in his hand is pointed at Shayera. Thanagarian - a race he bears no love for. Great. "Amazing way to get your face shot off, lady", he replies, lowering the gun - but not putting the safety on. "Because I don't like people to know where I go and what I do in my spare time. Someone knows, someone blows. And I get my balls in hot water."
Shayera Thal	There is a flash of motion when the gun comes around as that metal wing of her comes around to 'deflect' a bullet if it comes her way. When it doesn't the wing returns to its neutral positon and she narrows her eyes for a bit. She recalls the man from the tussle in meteropolis and knows he knows how to use those gun. "You could also hurt someone in the woods as well. " She sighs as she starts to do her job as a police officer and begin to examine the guns with a professional eye. Starting to pick out the illegal ones. "You got permits for these?
Caleb Dykstra	"What you want me to say?", he tells Shayera. "Does the 'I just found them by the side of the road' work for you? 'They're not mine, they're a client's'? Or 'I do restorations, and I'm just testing them out and see if they work properly'?" As he's saying this, a smirk is growing on his face at the nerve the woman's got. "'Oh, I'll use these responsibly, I promise - against the next guy who tries to shoot at me in Gotham'?" And it's at this point that he goes Smirkus Maximus <TM>, "But my favorite is, 'I keep these for the next time a bunch of motherfuckers descend from the sky to lay claim to my world'." He adds, that smirk becomes acidic, "And, last time I checked, this world is still called 'Earth', not 'Thanagar'." Beat. "So unless you're coming in with a squad of wing men...", he looks up at the sky, "Helloooooo...? Here, birdie birdie...? Tweet tweet?" Seeing that there's no response, he looks back to Shayera, "No? So hands off my merchandise." And it looks like firearms are not the only thing he has, because he is holding under his sleeve a long bowie knife.
Shayera Thal	Shayera just sighs as the punk really has alot of gall. "Yes it is earth. And you are under arrest.." She says very calmly. "In accordance with illegal possession of fire arms and intent to distribute." The mace comes out and then the electricity crackles on it. "You can come, quietly. Or the hard way. And please choose the hard way I love to beat the heck out of you." She then says calmly says. "Judging by your stance and posture you'll go for a thrust, which will be countered with a grab of the4 arm twist, and break the arm. You don't thrust with bowie knife you stab downwards, anyone who comes at you like that, is a idiot and you clearly traded brain cells for brawn. Lay down the knife, come quietly or I -WILL- hurt you.
Caleb Dykstra	"Well", he says, "That's a lot of jurisdiction, for a planet that isn't yours." He starts to pace, not forward, but backwards, slowly, calmly. He raises his hands up, reavealing said bowie knife. "First, you didn't see me with anyone to sell - though whatever I say you've already made up your mind about." He chuckles, "Second... This is Gotham Fucking City! Everyone with half a brain is going to have their holed up pieces for protection. And me? When it comes to survival, I'm a fucking genius." He adds, "Third? The moment I show up in a precinct, by my foot or in cuffs is the moment me and my family go on borrowed time." He pulls a gun from his coat, one which has a special modification: from the handle to the barrel, a blade was welded, shap enough to cut in slashes. It's getting serious here, and his look of resignation sinks in. "Killed one of your kind before when I was eight to stop a mace just like that from hitting dad's skull. I guess we'll see if it was just luck, won't we?"
Shayera Thal	We are not playing fantasy cops here. The thing about them is that they -DO NOT TOLERATE BULLSHIT-. In real,ity you would get to 'First, you didn't se and then that mace would clock you on the head. She just stares at you looking very bored at the moment and just sighs. "You got lucky.." And that is all you get as the wing come up as a shield and the mace comes wizzing at your head.
Caleb Dykstra	There is a reason why Caleb was stepping away, and the reason was to have some reaction time for if/when Shayera came for him. So, when she's coming at him, he ducks and rolls away from the path of destruction that mace is clear to bring. "That may be..." He gets bak on his feet, "Rough start as this may've been, could I ask you to leave me be? Seriously, I'm not a criminal, I'm not a weapons' dealer." Okay, some of that, after quick evaluation, may not be entirely true - but what can you do if you're forced to work for criminals? "Why don't you go and use that mace on the guys that harass me and my family?", he suggests. "Or that Crowd creature, for that matter?"
Shayera Thal	There is a pause for a moment as you speak up. She isn't going to be caught off guard so she wraps both wings around herself forming just enough a crack so she can keep her eyes on you. She seems to be considering what she should say. "Alright, how is threatening you and your family?" She is not dropping the mace and she is keeping you close enough that she can take another swing and defend herself if you prove. "And you also pulled a gun on me you moron! WHy wouldn't I defend myself!?
Caleb Dykstra	"No, I aimed my already-drawn gun at you because you startled me", Caleb replies. "I was target practicing for the next time someone comes for my ass or my family's - like my kid sister, whom you must remember by now. And given the planet's track record, this happens every other Tuesday." Well, in that last bit, he's not wrong... "And in my defense, I didn't fire." He's not wrong there either. "Though I panic when I'm cornered with my family's survival. Hence..." He shrugs, gesturing at the weapons he's carrying. He keeps his guns down, "Ever heard of one Bazilio Vittorelli?"
Shayera Thal	"You pulled a knife too. You really do not have the right to complain if I beat the crap; out of you..." She considers dropping her wings but she doesn't know just how unstable a racists you are. "No I don't. But I have a feeling you are going to tell me. Does he have something on your family?
Caleb Dykstra	"Yeah, that escalated quickly, I'll admit. But, when you hear the words 'you're under arrest'...", he ruds the back of his head. "And that he does. Acts of gods and aliens, poor choices, and lack of funds have led to my father endebting himself to one Bazilio Vittorelli, Gotham mob Boss. And, though the debt was cleared long ago, the tag somehow just kept growing. And when the time came to settle the score, my father was shown just how deep the debt was." He sighs, "He did it to save me. Hospital insurances in Gotham, especially after you're shot..." A pause. "The point is: if I don't do what he tells me to, well... I have a father and a kid sister, so imagine the profit on body parts and child trafficking." Beat. "His words, not mine."
Shayera Thal	There is silence for a moment from the winged woman. That is one of her big bright glowing weak spots when someone threatens a child. She recalls seeing his sister and the wings slowly come down to see a face that looks to be having a very cold and calculating anger. Those eyes are hard, not a inch of softness in them. She taps the side of the helmet. And it begins to drop into the crime web of Justice League, the helmet is eye slits start flashing data, names, alias, mob connection, all those thing that Batman likes to build. And then her wings beat once and she shoots up in the air and turns on a dim before it shoots off in a direction. A very familiar direction.
Caleb Dykstra	The youth raises his eyebrows when Shayera just about blasts off into the night sky, following her for as long as she can - which is not much, given the night sky. But he worries now. Because he told one of the big leagues about his ordeal. This is the Mob, after all - people who're experts at weaseling their way through the system, and that even if you take them down and bring them to justice, someone will quickly take their place if not rule things themselves from the inside. Deep down, he wonders: 'What did I just do?'