Mayor of Motham #7- Ghosts and Ghouls
*Drury is packing a suitcase. He is stopped by a sudden noise*
Drury- Who’s there?
Blaze- Oh. Just the ghosts of sins past
Drury- Blaze? ….Am I hallucinating?
Blaze- Seems possible. Or maybe I’m just unkillable
Drury- No, no. You fell to your death. Guts everywhere. Maybe… I was drugged a few months ago after all. At Simon’s funeral
Blaze- Ah Simon. Your eldest. He gets to come back and he was splattered all over the funeral home. From what I know I haven’t even been scraped off the pavement!
Drury- How long does Crane’s toxin last anyway?
Blaze- Fuck man, don’t ask me that. I’m just… you know what? Just consider me a little angel on your shoulder.
Drury- Or a devil.
Blaze- Heh. So that’s a really nice picture. Is that you as Batman?
Drury- …it was cosplay karaoke…
Blaze- Eh?
Drury- Cosplay Karaoke
Blaze- That is unreal. Unreal. And I’m saying that as the hallucination of the friend you killed.
Drury- Uh huh
Blaze- Did you ever have a ghost Carson? After you killed him the first time, that is
Drury- No. I don’t think he stays dead long enough to become a ghost
Blaze- Ah, this is fun. Who says Scarecrow Toxins can’t be fun?
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Len- We’re closed moron. Private event
Spook- Listen Len, please. That’s Andrea Beaumont. Andrea Beaumont. Dooooo you knooooow hooooow much pestering I had tooooo dooooo tooo get her toooo agree toooooo this?
Len- Fine, just quit it with the spooky shit. Give me a moment. RIGGER! Tell your DnD club its time they left
Rigger- But-
Len- Butts are for anal you plum. Shift it
Rigger- Aw right. Sorry guys, we’ll reconvene tomorrow
* A collection of Pyro-Themed-Felons exit the bar*
Phantasm- Well Val?
Spook- Andrea, ever since I met you I have always loved you. Now that Bruce Wayne’s off your list of partners… it’s just-
Gar- Oh good Len’s is still open
*Gar, Chancer, and Abner burst through the front door*
Len- Like fucking Times Square here.
Gar- Hey Len, we’ve just been to Hell. Thirsty business
Chancer- I’m Chancer by the way. You might remember me.
Len- Oh I remember....
Gar- Len, be cool.
Irving- I'm back too!
Gar- Yeah, not for lack of trying, stand over there will you?
*Norbert sulks away in a huff and goes to the phone*
Phantasm- I’m sorry Mel, I don’t see you in that way
Spook- But, we’re both ghost themed *sob* Ghost themed! This is all your fault! You’ll regret crossing The Spooooooooooook!
Rigger- Gar? Is that you?
Len- Jesus, I thought you left.
Rigger- I’m stuck to the seat. But Gar, didn’t you hear? Drury killed Blaze. The president himself is flying in to meet with him. And the Pyro Guild Association aren’t happy. You know that, by the degree of The Arsonist Agreement, *you* took responsibility for The Misfit’s actions, should any of us ever kill a pyro
Gar- To be fair, I was really drunk when I signed that
Rigger- We all signed it. Mick took responsibility for the Rogues, Skull-The Superman Revenge Squad Meltdown-The Manhattan Men and the Human Flame took responsibility for his split personality Terry.
Chancer- Well, you’re all screwed. The Pyro Pals don’t take kindly to the deaths of one of their own... Specially not Snowflame.
Rigger- That's what I'm saying!
Irving- And I'm saying, get against the wall.
*Planet Master throws Chancer against the wall*
Gar- Hang on, Norbert, wait a minute-
Irving- Sorry Gar. Now, join your friends over there.
Rigger- I’m still stuck.
Irving- Fine, everyone stand beside Rigger...
Gar- Why?
Irving- I don't have a lot of friends Gar, you know this. But I do have Zodiac. And as much as he treats me like crap, he's always there for me. You on the other hand, literally left me in Arkham this now. So I'm urging you, up against the fucking wall. And I'll make it quick. Drop your flamethrower.
*Gar complies, sliding it over. Planet Master grabs it, and smiles*
Irving- Not so mean without this, are you.
Gar- Norbert... I have nothing else to say except EAT RIGGER
*Gar and Chancer pick up Rigger and throw him at Norbert, who, in a panic activates the flamethrower*
Len- MY BAR! MY BAR! You fuckin' maniac!
Gar- Len, forget it! We’ve got to find Drury!
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*Norbert emerges from the rubble The ZoDevoe Master appears in a burst of light*
Zodiac- You donkey cock. All I asked you to do was kill some C-Listers
Irving- I'm sorry, I just need another chance! I mean, Chancer is inherently lucky. How am I supposed to beat that?
Zodiac- You can’t, I can… by becoming him…
Irving- Eh?
Zodiac- I mean… never mind. You could never understand
Irving- What’re you-? Zodiac!
*An arm emerges from Zodiac’s chair and latches itself on Hangman’s head, beginning the body transference*
Irving- Wait! I'll be good! I'll be-
Zodiac- Problem solving
Mayor of Motham #7- Ghosts and Ghouls
*Drury is packing a suitcase. He is stopped by a sudden noise*
Drury- Who’s there?
Blaze- Oh. Just the ghosts of sins past
Drury- Blaze? ….Am I hallucinating?
Blaze- Seems possible. Or maybe I’m just unkillable
Drury- No, no. You fell to your death. Guts everywhere. Maybe… I was drugged a few months ago after all. At Simon’s funeral
Blaze- Ah Simon. Your eldest. He gets to come back and he was splattered all over the funeral home. From what I know I haven’t even been scraped off the pavement!
Drury- How long does Crane’s toxin last anyway?
Blaze- Fuck man, don’t ask me that. I’m just… you know what? Just consider me a little angel on your shoulder.
Drury- Or a devil.
Blaze- Heh. So that’s a really nice picture. Is that you as Batman?
Drury- …it was cosplay karaoke…
Blaze- Eh?
Drury- Cosplay Karaoke
Blaze- That is unreal. Unreal. And I’m saying that as the hallucination of the friend you killed.
Drury- Uh huh
Blaze- Did you ever have a ghost Carson? After you killed him the first time, that is
Drury- No. I don’t think he stays dead long enough to become a ghost
Blaze- Ah, this is fun. Who says Scarecrow Toxins can’t be fun?
- - - - - - - - - -
Len- We’re closed moron. Private event
Spook- Listen Len, please. That’s Andrea Beaumont. Andrea Beaumont. Dooooo you knooooow hooooow much pestering I had tooooo dooooo tooo get her toooo agree toooooo this?
Len- Fine, just quit it with the spooky shit. Give me a moment. RIGGER! Tell your DnD club its time they left
Rigger- But-
Len- Butts are for anal you plum. Shift it
Rigger- Aw right. Sorry guys, we’ll reconvene tomorrow
* A collection of Pyro-Themed-Felons exit the bar*
Phantasm- Well Val?
Spook- Andrea, ever since I met you I have always loved you. Now that Bruce Wayne’s off your list of partners… it’s just-
Gar- Oh good Len’s is still open
*Gar, Chancer, and Abner burst through the front door*
Len- Like fucking Times Square here.
Gar- Hey Len, we’ve just been to Hell. Thirsty business
Chancer- I’m Chancer by the way. You might remember me.
Len- Oh I remember....
Gar- Len, be cool.
Irving- I'm back too!
Gar- Yeah, not for lack of trying, stand over there will you?
*Norbert sulks away in a huff and goes to the phone*
Phantasm- I’m sorry Mel, I don’t see you in that way
Spook- But, we’re both ghost themed *sob* Ghost themed! This is all your fault! You’ll regret crossing The Spooooooooooook!
Rigger- Gar? Is that you?
Len- Jesus, I thought you left.
Rigger- I’m stuck to the seat. But Gar, didn’t you hear? Drury killed Blaze. The president himself is flying in to meet with him. And the Pyro Guild Association aren’t happy. You know that, by the degree of The Arsonist Agreement, *you* took responsibility for The Misfit’s actions, should any of us ever kill a pyro
Gar- To be fair, I was really drunk when I signed that
Rigger- We all signed it. Mick took responsibility for the Rogues, Skull-The Superman Revenge Squad Meltdown-The Manhattan Men and the Human Flame took responsibility for his split personality Terry.
Chancer- Well, you’re all screwed. The Pyro Pals don’t take kindly to the deaths of one of their own... Specially not Snowflame.
Rigger- That's what I'm saying!
Irving- And I'm saying, get against the wall.
*Planet Master throws Chancer against the wall*
Gar- Hang on, Norbert, wait a minute-
Irving- Sorry Gar. Now, join your friends over there.
Rigger- I’m still stuck.
Irving- Fine, everyone stand beside Rigger...
Gar- Why?
Irving- I don't have a lot of friends Gar, you know this. But I do have Zodiac. And as much as he treats me like crap, he's always there for me. You on the other hand, literally left me in Arkham this now. So I'm urging you, up against the fucking wall. And I'll make it quick. Drop your flamethrower.
*Gar complies, sliding it over. Planet Master grabs it, and smiles*
Irving- Not so mean without this, are you.
Gar- Norbert... I have nothing else to say except EAT RIGGER
*Gar and Chancer pick up Rigger and throw him at Norbert, who, in a panic activates the flamethrower*
Len- MY BAR! MY BAR! You fuckin' maniac!
Gar- Len, forget it! We’ve got to find Drury!
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*Norbert emerges from the rubble The ZoDevoe Master appears in a burst of light*
Zodiac- You donkey cock. All I asked you to do was kill some C-Listers
Irving- I'm sorry, I just need another chance! I mean, Chancer is inherently lucky. How am I supposed to beat that?
Zodiac- You can’t, I can… by becoming him…
Irving- Eh?
Zodiac- I mean… never mind. You could never understand
Irving- What’re you-? Zodiac!
*An arm emerges from Zodiac’s chair and latches itself on Hangman’s head, beginning the body transference*
Irving- Wait! I'll be good! I'll be-
Zodiac- Problem solving