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[super_sane]

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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[super_sane]

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.

[ragnarsson]

"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?"

[super_sane]

"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."

[ragnarsson]

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.