|Of Shadows and Villainy|
Identical, that is, apart from the exhibits themselves. Set over four floors coming off the central stair on two sides, the costumes are sorted arbitrarily by genre. Though this does little to guide a visitor about the maze, as fantastical categories such as ANCIENT HEROES and EVIL GENIUSES might well be found alongside the more mundane, SUPERMODELS and SCIENTISTS, or even TYPICAL FAMILIES THROUGH THE AGES. But all are helpfully marked in bold print, on signs suspended above the cases from long wires.
Most impressive is how authentic everything looks. Each case is lit from within to highlight each garment, each jewelled accessory, to eye-catching perfection, and not a single stitch appears out of place. There is a reason for this. Like much of the Museum's stock, every thread of clothing displayed in this wing is the genuine article, pilfered from dimensional travellers under circumstances that tend to be mysterious at best. Perhaps some pieces have even been snatched from the annals of history by skilled and powerful treasure hunters. The administration are understandably vague about the details - it is, after all, perfectly possible for an illustrious visitor to see their own distinct wardrobe proudly displayed upon a faceless mannequin...
It's a bright and sunny day in the ruins off Twisted Street!
One amongst the crowd for sure is more than just a common nerd as Harley Quinn, in her usual attire, comes drifting into the crowd just to see what the point of it all is. Her eyes widen at the banner over the doorways. "Ooooooooh, Mistah J." Eyeing the people carefully as she makes it inside, the clown gets as close to the exhibit as she can before pulling the fire alarm. Smiling like the cat that caught the cannairy she watches the crowd scatter as the sprinklers kick on. Just enough time for her to drag a bench over to block the doorway after closing it and then a short slide over to...
Naturally, today's exhibition is a large one. Two of the four floors in this department have been given over to accomodate HEROES and VILLAINS respectively. Each floor is separated from the central stairwell by a thick, oaken door not easily removed from its hinges - Harley bars what is quite the formidable barrier to an ordinary human, even without the locks and deadlocks designed to keep them more permanently in place. As panicked citizens make their exit, scattering down the stairs in a deafening rain of clattering thumps, leaving odds and ends of their flamboyant costumes behind, several of the Museum's guards are already on their way up, shoving through with loud yells of their own.
Harley glares an angry glare strong enough to kill someone weak of heart. "NO! NO NO NO NO! They told me there ain't no cops in this town! That's not fair!!" Pulling the jacket off the manequin, this harlequin throw it on as she draws her gun and aims it guards as they near. "GIT BACK! I NEEEEEEEED this! It's mah puddin's!" She pulls the safety off, which still fails to make the cork gun look menacing. "So back off, chumps before I have ta make ya!" If anyone else is here, she's too distracted to notice. How.... how DARE they...? "Heroes an' Villains exhibits shouldn't have rent-a-cops.. That's jus' tacky." The girl rolls her eyes as she thinks a second, "Then again, if ya'd shown up in tights ya da got shot already... well? Why should I do anything diffrent?" There's a soft click as she begins to pull the trigger...
The exhibit had caught the eye of a relative new comer to Twisted and David Akenda had joined into the Festivities. How ever he has not come as a true super hero, well not really a hero to most. David has come dressed up as Sherlock Holmes of all things, perhaps one of the greatest literacy detectives of all time. David had enjoyed Holmes for a long time. How he got hold of this outfit is a secret only he knows. He had just been looking over something very odd to him. Genuine imitation Bio-Boosted Armor suits. A teal one, purple, and a few others as he heard the glass and his natural curiosity is peaked as he makes his way over to the sound and commotion and shouting to watch what has happened.
*SQUEEK! SQUEEK!* The high pitched noise echoes out loudly throughout the museum as the shadows seem to move and create illusions. A rubber duck bath toy suddenly comes rolling into the room on a rollerskate, squeeking loudly once more. A few painstacking moments pass until a silhouette of two white eyes, with beady red iris' come into view. "Hehehehehehehehehehehe..." A soft chuckle suddenly starts to come from the shadowy figure, as the duck suddenly starts to spray out a thick purple gas.
"Now, l-lady," the weaker-willed of the two guards begins to reply to the incensed Harley, taking a step in front of his apparent superior as the man pulls his weapon and raises it with a sneer, "We're not cops, we're j-j-just security! We all got homes to be going to, 'least what passes for homes in this place..." He drifts off, tone rambling, then swallows tightly as he focuses upon the gun about to explode in his face. "...please?"
(Holmes) will notice the Jokerette there and as the gas filters into the place and some gets blasted right into the face of Holmes covering him. He starts to cough and hack as the toxin fills his body making him collapse to the ground. A number of laughs, pained laughs starts to escape David's voice as he realizes he's got some sort of Toxin running through his system. His mind scrambles up to gather the will and strength to call his weapon.
Harley doesn't shoot. Even though she doesn't see the smoke, she sees the guard fall over as that familar scent flows into her nostrals. Of course she does assumes the obvious thing and sniffs the coat. "Awww. Mistah J's coat smells just like Jokah gas!!" She swoons. "It's like he's right here with me! I-I can almost hear his beautiful laughtah now..." She's smart, yes. Smart but dense. "Listen you guys... if ya wants ta see yer homes again..." She blinks. Wait, the struggling man is finally registering. "W-wait, what's goin' on?" The harlequin stands confused, very confused, and lets her gun drop a moment. Hopefully the woman behind her doesn't try to play hero.
The soft chuckle suddenly starts to grow louder in volume, and more hysterical. Two hyenas slowly creep out from the shadows, circling around Harley and the mystery woman, drool dripping from their open maws as they start to gnash their teeth wildly. The tip of a pointed white nose slowly starts to come in view from beneath the silhouetted eyes, as the source of the maniacal laughter starts to become more and more apparent.
"What's going on h--" The still-standing guard hesitates, his lip quivering as he registers first his pal hitting the deck and then the man of metal exploding into action. "H--" He starts to shake harder, chest practically rattling as the stress of the situation threatens to buckle his resolve completely, as licks of purple smoke work their way into his frail human sinuses. It's the last detail that does it. "H--- HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! OHGOD!"
When the clone comes out from the smoke he turns his attention to the walking rodeo and as he starts to walk and approach Harley once more, "Well toots, guess what, this supah ain't got no morals against killing if his hand is forced to kill. I guess it's why I could be called a 'Dark Hero.' OF sorts." He stops short when he realizes he suddenly has many enemies here and there with the Thief and hyena's joining Harley he stops when the clown comes into full view, "Who the hell are you?" And he watches the Hyena circle Harely and the girl with the mask. His features a unmoving but note's the Girl's concern but ius unable to relay any sort of look to her to try and reassure her.
The laughter grows loud enough, to almost be considered screaming at the top of ones lungs, as the silhouetted eyes fade into the shadows, and the tip of bleach white nose suddenly goes upwards. "Who am I?" A wide brimmed purple hat suddenly comes into view, followed by a long purple trenchcoat, with a matching purple suit underneath. "My dear boy... You don't know who I am? I did more damage to the Man of Steel, then Lex Luthor has ever managed! I was so close to killing him.. If only The Bat hadn't stepped in..." The brim of the hat blocks the view of the mans face, as he continues forward, causing the hyenas to quickly look towards him, before returning to mauling Harley with affection.
Far from attempting to gain anybody's attention, the mysterious dark-haired woman has been praying for an opportunity to go away. Why, precisely, she felt a need to fling herself at the rogue harlequin just before the self-proclaimed hero decided to intervene himself is just one more drop to the mystery that seems to go entirely unnoticed. As the hyenas break from their circling to have a reunion with their disturbed mistress, the gasmasked bystander takes one further step away, then another, and finally springs into the cloaking shadows between rooms. If anyone /had/ been watching her, her disappearance might just seem a little too easy... a little too practiced...
But she gets lucky. As she moves, something else happens.
Harley's go wide as she FINALLY notices by way of SEEING HIM STANDING THERE AND TALKING IN FRONT OF HER the reason she turned to a life of crime, her reason for being. She takes in all he says with stars in her eyes before pouncing up off the floor and bolting towards him...aaaaand the lights go out. David will very quickly find his arms and legs restrained by unseen arms and legs as he's unexpectantly pounced from behind with a death grip from a certain hyperactive harlequin. Well, it's dark. "MISTAH J! I KNEW YOU'D COME FER ME!!! I'VE WAITED SO LONG! I don't even CARE ya tried ta kill me last time!" A pause. "...or the time before that." Pause. "...or the time before tha-HEY!" Assuming David hasn't thrown her off she starts pounding on him violently. "You got somethin' against me now?!" A second later she clings to him again. "Aaaaah, I can't stay mad at'cha sugah." Pause. "...why 're you so cold?" ...
A shrill laugh suddenly comes from Joker as he watches Harley pounce onto David. He quickly moves to grab the Guyver's left hand, trying to grip it tightly. "Well, I see that I've already been replaced, but no hard feelings and all that. I hope you two have the sparks that keep on coming!" Which of course, that's when it hits. All One-Hundred-Fifty-Thousand volts of it. The patentend Joker Joybuzzer. He then turns, and grins at an unseen audience. "Coming soon to a fine retailer near you! They're a real shocker!!"
Whilst everybody gets cosy in the pitch, the lurking denizens of the Museum make their move at last. Since the place appeared on Twisted, rumours have already begun to circulate that there is something within rather more dark-hearted than the compellingly unusual contents would suggest. David's thermographic vision will give him no clues; if 'something's alive out there' then it is nothing with a pulse.
The secret... is that the shadows themselves are alive.
The Guyver is caught off guard when Harley attaches onto him. This distracts him just enough to allow the Joker to reach up and grab hold of his hand sending the voltage into him. Thankfully while 'shocking' it lacks the extreme level of power Zoanoids are able to produce. That has the power to almost effectively incenerate a normal man with ease.It does make him jerk to recover and says to harley. ( Who thankfully was not on the end of the shocking thanks to his armor and body taking it all but may have been thrown off due to his jerk. )
"Love hurts Harley! What can I say?!" In a swift movement, a large gun with a boxing glove is drawn from underneath Joker's coat, and aimed directly at the Harley-Missile. "It really hurts me to do this.. More then I can ever mean." The trigger is squeezed, and the boxing glove flies forward attached to a long mechinism, which then collides directly with the poor woman's face. "Now.. Where were we..." The gun is tossed over his shoulder, as he moves over to Harley, and starts dancing around with her. Talk about your screwed up relationships.
Dancing in the dark. The very moment that light ceases to be a concern, the shadows spread slowly closer, encroaching upon the waltzing pair of supervillains and David - himself only partially protected by the glow given off by his eyes and that all-important control metal on his forehead. He will feel as much as they the approaching sense of background despair as the dark blockade of beings migrates. The previously jovial guardsmen fall silent, eerily so, leaving the only sounds those made by the three...
The guyver will notice as he looks around his line of sight is blocked and he will look around realizing he has a more serious problem. His Line Of Sight to objects are blocked and that means confusion as he takes a step backwards away from the Joker and Harley. The Fighter will now sense much of anything as perhaps he is also blocked from seeing Harley and the Joker and he turns around and moves.
Birds chirp and children play as Joker and Harley cling a pair of glasses of lemonade together and sip happily in the mid Augest sunshine. Over the hill a boy and a girl dressed like Joker and Harley respectively come prancing along with a series of hyena puppies chasing at their heels. There's a swirl of light and soon Harley is standing at the alter in a white wedding dress, still wearing her harlequin hat and mask, as Joker looks on lovingly in his purple suit and tie. The precher adjusts his glasses and is about to read the wedding vows over Batman's corpse when...
Harley is thrown to the floor as she comes in contact with Joker's special boxing-gun. The sound of birds chirping again returns to her as the world is taken away from her. She blinks several times, hearing the strangest chewing noise? Suddenly she's back on her feet being spun around in circles. She can only assume the psychotic prince of crime has tried his unique brand of humor on her. Even in a semi-concious fog she giggles at how it probably looked. "Mistah J..." Her head drops onto his shoulders as everything goes black for her once again. Don't worry... she's had worse. Just give her a minute to recover.
"I'm too young to die! Here! Take the girl!" Joker then tosses Harley at the shadows, a sadistic grin slowly starting to take form on his face. "All right boys! Let's teach these people what for, shall we?!" He suddenly starts to laugh hysterically once again as he reaches into his jacket, and pulls out a small remote, with a small red button in the center.
David's strikes fall on the shadow creatures as though on nothing... or at least, very little. He finds his every attack slowed by a tenuous form of solidity, the return movement much like moving back through water. The wall of encompassing black around him never breaks, it merely shifts and presses harder, deeper, as he resists the draining of those energies he so desperately attempts to use in his favour. It might be minutes or seconds before he tires completely, before the process is complete...
David's body does start to get tired as his reserves are not limitless. When the Shadows leave he is looking ragged and more importantly he's pissed as hell and ready for a fight. David turns his attention to the Joker as that control metal brightly glows as a hiss of Steam erupts from his mouth extensions. The control metal flashes a few times before the light turns red some and the eyes darken to a redish hilt. The guyver starts to approach The Joker as he crosses his arms in front of him and then jerks them down. "You'll pay for that!" and from the top of his arms extend long blades that hum and throb with power. The edges of those blades look dangerously sharp. The idea that the Joker had nothing to do with the shadows hasn't dawned on him...
Harley stirs finally. Her mind briefly ponders what's just happened. Between her fantasies and real life... something about chewing? As her vision finally clears she's not sure what to think. Weird penguin things, this Beetleborg guy getting mad at Joker, the huge hole in the wall. She's missing something important... Finally her mind puts the last part of the puzzle together as she bolts to her feet and screams, "ALRIGHT!! WHO'S THE BOZO WHO CHEWED UP MY COSTUME?" It would seem when Joker tossed her to the shadows they nibled on her arm a bit before retreating. Looking back and forth angrily between the group as she starts to notice things. First off, Joker's abandoned her again. Secondly... what's with the candle light? Her obsession for certain people aside, Harley decides to take her losses a moment as the briefest mark of sanity takes her. Calmly she walks into the daylight intruding from outside, sits down, and decides to take a moment to think. Maybe she did go too far. Maybe she should think things through. Maybe she should finally leave and-nope moment gone. Seconds later Harley stands in the doorway, a bazooka in her arms, and aims at David. "Alright, punk. Let Mistah J go. I'll put back tha coat." She pauses to realise it's been torn to shreads. "...I put back tha coat. Now let's all back off before I havta start makin' a bigger mess in here."
"Hmm.. Yes.. Well it seems like we don't have to use Plan C afterall.. I'll have to save them for The Bat. Now.. Onto the more important matters." Joker moves over to the manniquin that the costume of his that Harley tried to steal was on. He stands it up, dusting it off for a brief moment, to which he then places his hat and trenchcoat upon it. "There we go. MUCH better I would say!" His eyes narrow as he turns to face David. "Boy, you still don't know who you're dealing with, do you?" He suddenly goes into a fit of hysterical laughter, as a rapidly growing group of Prinnies start to file infront of the Clown Prince of Crime, each ready to sacrafice themselves for the one who gave them purpose yet again.
The Smashing crashing will be enough to distract the guyver and allow him to let the Joker get away from him and into the truck. Looking at the Bazooka pointed at him he says, "Girl, I took your shots to the chest near point blank, and you think that will stop me?" he says and he is prepping for Harely to fire, naturally right behind him is the Van with the Joker in it as he continues to approach her ready to dodge the incoming rocket should she fire it...
Harley doesn't fire the gun. She runs. Fast. When Joker says it's time to go and honks a car horn, you DON'T stick around and wait. Flinging the bazooka at Master Chief she does cartwheels towards the truck, throwing herself in the door, and yanking on the seatbelt. Leaning out the window she salutes the would be hero before holding on tight to the seat. "Mistah J... life's very borin' wit'out ya."
Lou and Bud are already in the trucks cabin, waiting for Harley as she buckles her seatbelt. "Isn't that the truth!" The loud maniacal laughter once more fills the air as he presses an unseen button on the dashboard. The top to the van flies off, landing on a group of prinnies, causing them to explode violently as the seats to the van suddenly take off into the sky, like Nasa launching a rocket. The laughter contines the entire way up, until it is no longer heard..
The Guyver looks at the Weapon he was thrown and there he watched as the villains escape and then he is tempted to unleash the mega smasher but he looks over to the remains of the guards and his conscious gets the better of him as he goes to check on the other guards through out the museum he is wanting to make sure they are alive and unhurt. Still in the end he will pick up a communication device phone or something to call for outside help. He does have a heart as he makes his way to where the joker escaped from the roof and will leap out through the hole hoping he can make a clean get away with out being seen or stopped for questions.