born from dark water

[shadeofviolent]

Who: Helena Bertinelli and YOU. (Closed thread for Stephanie Brown)
What: Flipping around town like a proper vigilante/working mom/person
Where: Around Baedal, but with a focus in Bonetown
Notes: Start a new thread if the ones I've set up don't fit what you have in mind C:
Warnings: Possibly violence in some threads?

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patrol

[shadeofviolent]

Huntress tends to start her patrols with a quick sweep through Bonetown, both to make sure that her house is in order before straying to other parts of the city. After that, she'll go for one of two circuits. If she wants a quiet night, she'll head for Sunter, hop through Echomire, then stop in at Mog Hill before heading home. If she's looking for a bit more action, she'll go north through Ludmead to trawl East Gidd for thieves, then do a loop through Mafaton and Saltbur to get to Mog Hill, then home.

patrol

[truth_is_cold]

She's not the only one examining Mafaton in detail this evening.

It's a good place to live for Rhade. It keeps the Candlelighters out for the most part, though he has concerns about the local vampires that might be inclined to take unwilling victims. While the fact there's not been a horrific Magog-like infestation has done much to settle his kneejerk fears, he does like to go out and make sure no one's hiding away and frightened (or worse).

His keen hearing catches the footsteps of someone above, just a faint scrape that could have been as much a thrown stone as a shoe. It's enough of a curiosity that he works his way up the building (darts up the fire escape, leaps onto a stone windowsill, and flips onto a landing that puts him within climbing distance of the roof), and once he's up there he looks around for the source of the noise.

Mind a late tag?

[bodilesswarrior]

Barbara's exploration strayed a bit later than she'd have liked; she'd rather be in doors before sundown nowadays, even in Gotham. It's not something she likes, but it's something she generally abides by.

Her timing was off, though, and she was on the other side of the city when night fell. Now she's making her way back. Barbara knows a bad neighbourhood when she sees one; she clutches her eskrima sticks and wheels forward with the heels of her hands.

She's more resigned than afraid when she hears someone attempting, and not very well, to sneak up behind her.