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who: ~~The Joker~~ Ash & Ivar
what: Monster seeing/fighting/touring
when: Late night
where: Various points
warnings: Violence, possibly lovingly detailed.

Joker, dressed still as "Ash" waits for Ivar outside of his own apartment building..area thing. The young man seemed perfectly confident in his own abilities, so Ash made sure that Marcus stayed behind to work on rallying people to their little cause.

Eventual cause, that is. The villain's thoughts danced about in his head as he wondered to himself which blade Ivar would give him to use. Oh he hoped it was sharp. Blood flowed so well from sharp cuts.

Ah, but a blade that was more dull would allow for gratuitous amounts of hacking! Choices, choices...

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Ivar started in on the right leg, following the same pattern upwards. He nodded as Ash spoke. He could understand that well enough. Sometimes, it was best not to show your true colors right away. It was best to wait for the opportune moment.

"Your secret is safe with me." Ivar wasn't going to be the one to spoil the Joker's fun.

"Oh I know, Ivar. I know. Call it a gut feeling I had about you." This was just what Joker needed really; to get a little something out of his system to keep him satisfied. It wasn't always difficult for him, however--Joker was pretty good when he was actually focused.

"I think you'll be the best friend a guy could ever have here." Aside from Batman..who isn't in the city anywhere, apparently. Disappointing, but something that could be adjusted.

Ivar grinned at Joker's words, rather pleased by them. Here was someone who understood that while Ivar was a cripple, he wasn't necessarily helpless or to be pitied. He was a warrior first and foremost. He'd gotten most of the skin off the weaseel now. "Almost there."

He continued on in silence until the entire skin had come off the carcass. It felt rather unusual, like leather that had already been tanned. Ivar wondered if he should use the same methods to cure and tan it like he would any other hide. "There we go. This'll be a nice little souvenir."

"The Best." Ash replied, moving into an upright and seated position. He tucked his legs in an Indian Style type of way and regarded Ivar with manic glee.

"Poor thing. It never had a chance!" He laughs suddenly rocking to and fro slightly as he does so.

"A shame we didn't run into one the size of a hill. There's this big beast with fur like grass that looks just like one when it lies down." The last time Ivar had gone up against one like that, he had to have some undead helpers to finish it off.

Alright. It was time to head back. Ivar went back over to his wheelchair and got in.

Joker looks to the skinned carcass of the weasel and picks it up. "Now what to do with you..." He muses aloud as he begins to walk. With it dead he gets to have a much closer, thorough look at it and it's...everything.

The creature's beady little eyes were wide open. It never closed them. They stayed open, kept that fierce look in them. "You should help me trap one of these." Joker said rather suddenly, cradling the dead weaseel in his arms.

"Now that'll be a challenge." From the way Ivar says it, though, he's clear he's already accepted it. He cocks his head at Ash in a curious manner. If he wasn't already the man was probably as nuts as he was, he'd find the handling of the weaseel a lot creepier.

"So what do you plan on doing with one of these anyway, hmm? Turning it into a guard dog?"

"The best kind of challenge! Could just steal a baby. Don't think I've done that one before." As far as he could recollect, anyway. Maybe a human baby, but not an animal baby...maybe.

"Guard dog?" Ash's voice pitched a little higher in amusement. "No, dear Ivar--attack dog. Small, lithe, slippery, and dangerous. Something like us."

Ash gets a grin out of Ivar at the comparison of a weaseel to themselves.

"If you want to steal one, we'll need better supplies than what we have now." Ivar had come out with the intent to kill, not trap. But there was always tomorrow if they decided to come back and steal a baby weaseel.

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