fandomtownies | The Park, Saturday night after sunset

It was also a good night to watch a guy dressed up like a bat ride around on a vampire-bird's back while he had it in a sleeper hold. It still seemed to be thrashing about without a problem, at least until Batman threw a couple of pellets in its silently screaming mouth. A couple seconds later, smoke came out of its mouth, and the wakwak fell forward, still twitching.

Batman tied up the dazed wakwak and nodded in Allie's direction.

Allie raised her sword in salute. That was impressive.

Batman walked over to Allie and mouthed, "You're prepared," before nodding toward the sword.

Not used to lip reading, it took Allie a moment to figure out what he'd said. "Habit," she said with a half shrug. Because it was hard to explain Where I come from you need to be prepared to kill things on a frequent, regular basis in pantomime.

Fortunately, the fact that Allie was carrying around a sword like that at all got the general point across.

"Good habit to have," Batman said enunciating clearly since she seemed to have a little trouble the first time. "Good luck."

And then he looked for something to shoot his grapple into like he'd been doing all day. Unfortunately, they were standing in a clear spot, so he couldn't even make a good dramatic exit into a tree. Alas.

He could probably continue having a silent conversation?

Allie would have been happy to try for a silent conversation. Unfortunately the two incoming wakwaks more then likely had other things on their minds.

Hopefully Batman picked up on Allie's shift into a defensive stance if he didn't understand her warning of "Incoming."

Batman went from 'generally looming in a conversational manner' to 'turned around, having just thrown a Batarang at a wakwak' as fast as a regular human could. A second after it hit the wakwak, the Batarang exploded, knocking the monster out of the sky.

Batman started running to engage as soon as the explosion happened, trusting that Allie would be able to handle the other one.

After some ducking, dodging, and almost too fast to be seen slashes, Allie handled the other one just fine.

Meanwhile, Batman finished his off with a jump kick to the jaw and some heavy bindings. Allie may have finished first, but to be fair, Batman's method was non-lethal, so of course that would take longer.

And he didn't have super-speed.

If it hadn't been for the vacation this week, Kitty would have been so mad about this. As it was, she was able to take it in stride and go out to see if anyone needed help anywhere.

And then there'd been the one winged thingie that had tried to sneak up on her while she was phased and ended up with its head phased into the ground when Kitty realized this was really something she did not have to feel bad about killing. (Okay, she still felt kind of bad about it.)

So that'd be her waving to Allie when she spotted her.

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Despite knowing the other girl probably couldn't hear her, Allie still called out a cheerful "Kitty!" Words, she used them, and the habit wasn't going to break in just a few hours.

Someone was entirely too gleeful about the carnage of the evening.

Kitty gave her a little smile, heading over and mouthing a "How you doing?" though Allie seemed to be doing just fine.

Lip reading was never going to be something Allie was good at, but she was pretty sure she understood what Kitty was asking. She pointed at her ears and made an angry face, then pointed at the wakwak carcasses littering the ground and grinned. In other words, Being deaf is annoying as hell, but killing things is a lot of fun.

Kitty looked over at the dead wakwaks, and... it's not so much that she was impressed... but she was a little impressed.

So Allie was getting a thumbs up, because oh god why couldn't they hear yet so she could talk.

When this was all said and done, Allie was probably going to feel guilty about how exactly how much she'd enjoyed killing things. But for now she kept searching the sky looking for the next attack.

Like the one currently swooping in towards her and kitty.

Kitty followed her gaze, phased, and pointed to her as if to say 'this one's yours.' Because Allie was clearly doing better at this.

It was more challenging then killing rabids because the wakwaks seemed to be capable of at least rudimentary thought when making an attack. In this case, the creature made a number of short, fast passes, and never stayed within reach long enough for Allie to get in a killing blown.

Frustration had Allie's fangs peeking out as she growled to herself.

She'd been keeping an eye on Kitty throughout out the fight and had a sudden thought. "Want to be bait?" she asked, emphasizing the words as she spoke.

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Kitty mostly recognized the word 'bait' and hey, why not. She nodded, and gestured around so Allie could point her where she wanted her.

There was enough open space around so that there was specific place Kitty needed to be. It was more that she needed to attract the creature's attention so that Allie could get the drop on it.

Huh, suddenly a round of charades was on the agenda for the evening.

Allie pointed at Kitty and then waved her arms around before pointing at the circling wakwak. She followed that up pointing at herself and slashing down with her sword.

Sorry, Allie, Kitty wasn't laughing at you, it was just that the arm-waving thing was kinda funny.

But she nodded, and headed further out to do some jumping around and arm-waving until she got the wakwak's attention and it started heading for her.

Arm waving. With sword in hand. It was a good thing Kitty knew Allie, otherwise she'd worry about what sort of impression she was making.

Allie kept herself perfectly still as the wakwak dove towards Kitty. It was only at the last possible second, with the creature's attention focused in front of it, that she darted forward and stabbed at it's back.

Kitty didn't need to, but she stepped out of the way anyway, nodding since she'd say it was nice and dead now.

Allie snapped the sword in a downward stroke, shaking bits of blood and other ick from the blade then flashed a thumbs up at Kitty.

Time for another round of charades. Allie tapped her chest and then mimed taking a drink from a bottle. Healing the various injuries the wakwaks had managed to inflict over the course of the evening had her feeling a little hungry and while a certain dark part of her brain was happy to point out that lunch was standing right there, Allie was going to ignore it and hope Kitty had plenty of True Blood on hand at the bar.

Yes, Kitty would definitely appreciate not being lunch. She nodded, and pointed towards the direction of Caritas, where there'd even be free drinks because again, not lunch.

That gestured earned Kitty two thumbs up. Or technically one thumb and one sword, since Allie wasn't about to put it away until they were safely indoors.

It was also a good night to see a girl in a brightly colored costume, well . . .

Dangling from a grappling line tangled around a wakwak's ankle and flailing as she tried to either climb the line or tug the thing down to the ground. It could have been either.

This particular Robin still had some wrinkles in her technique to iron out, and she had never gotten along that well with gravity. She was also -- despite the fact that it really ruined the quipping part of her style -- grateful for the deafness so no one had to hear her slightly panicked squawking noises.

Allie watched and wondered if she should intervene. A fall would hurt, but so would a sword slice to the leg. And at the moment a sword was Allie's preferred method of attack.

Nah. A little more flailing and one (slightly lucky) well-timed kick got her in a good position to start climbing. Sure, she had a couple of slip-ups along the way, so it wasn't the most impressive climb, but she made it and tried to put the same kind of sleeper hold on the wakwak. It wasn't as efficient or as smoothly executed as Batman's, but it did the job.

Just don't mind how she and the wakwak crash-landed.

Allie made her way over, sword at the ready in case the wakwak decided it wasn't sleepy.

Another person in costume. It was enough to have Allie raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Never mind how zip-tying the wakwak didn't get many badass points by vampire-hunting standards. Robin wasn't above getting a couple of unnecessarily rough punches in to its head, though, just for good measure.

She popped back up to her feet, dusted herself off, and flashed Allie a thumbs-up.

Robin got a thumbs up along with a bemused smirk. She'd never understand not killing something that was trying to kill you.

Well, it hadn't been trying to kill her, was the thing, it just looked like it might kill someone and -- oh right, narrative.

Robin shrugged sheepishly, like 'what are you gonna do?' She wasn't categorically opposed to killing something that tried to kill you, but the boss was and since he supplied the gear and the training . . .

Drac had slept in. Mostly because he hadn't heard his alarm clock go off and his natural cycle had kicked in again, keeping him asleep well past sundown. Waking to no sound had him nervous, but a quick check had him assured that everyone he'd run into in the hotel was also deaf, so he'd decided it was something 'going around'.

To get his mind off of it, he'd decided to take a stroll through the park.

The talon Allie took to the arm was Drac's fault. She'd been distracted when she spotted him mid-wakwak attack and had to boggle because seriously, playing to the classic vampire stereotype much?

Unfortunately being temporarily (hopefully) deaf meant that Allie couldn't listen for a heartbeat, so she didn't know if this guy was an actual vampire or just some sort of hardcore fan.

Drac was a bit astonished to see the monster attacking the poor child like that and he reached out to pull the creature off of her with his magic.

It struggled and appeared to make some sort of complaint as the purple mist encircled it and dragged the monster over to him. "What are you doing? You're setting monster-kind back centuries!"

The monster didn't respond kindly, dragging her talons across his face.

Drac took the blow, his face healing even as he turned his head back to glare hard at the creature. His magic tightened and Drac's own claws extended, but he restrained himself. "Madam. That was unnecessary. If you can't be civil..."

His eyes glowed red. "You will go home and sleep." The eyes of the other creature also glowed red, and she nodded. Apparently not everyone was deaf.

He released the creature and she flew up and silently away. Drac watched her leave. "What is going on here?"

Rapid healing and magic shifted the newcomer right on over into the column marked The Real Thing in Allie's book. Which was probably a better place to be then the column labeled Freak that only had one name in it. That started with N and was followed by an a, v, a, a, n.

Allie was doing some rapid healing of her own as she faced him, her fangs still apparent. She shrugged at his question, because explaining random Fandom events required a better give and take then charades. "They started it."

Totes the real thing! Well, depending on your 'verse.

Drac's face softened at the sight of the fangs. "Ah! You must be Nikolai's friend! He spoke so fondly of you the other day." Drac didn't know if she was deaf or not, but his own fangy smile and slight bow would hopefully imply friendliness, if she was.

He gave a quick frowny glance at her sword, though. "Are those really necessary?"

Drac's bow had Allie tipping her head in return as she pointed towards her ears and frowned. Sadly she wasn't all that good at lip-reading anything longer then very short sentences, otherwise the mention of Nikolai would have made her smile.

On the other hand, Allie was good at interpreting frowny glances. She turned her back displaying her ripped, bloody shirt. The wounds had healed, but that was where the first wakwak had gotten her. From behind. As far as Allie was concerned that made him fair game.

"My dear child!" The condition of her back had Drac's scowl growing deeper. These creatures were attacking even vampires?!

"I heal," Allie said dismissively as she turned and caught a glimpse of his reaction. "Better me then someone that doesn't."

Hopefully Drac's lip reading skills were better then Allie's.

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