Midnighter takes a Vacation
Who: Midnighter
What: mistaken identity, meet and greet
When: day
Where: New York City
Interactions: open
Warnings: none, yet
Taking an unannounced and much needed hiatus as a team player, Midnighter had stepped through several opened Doors* over the course of the month. Tokyo. Los Angeles. Oslo. Star City. Melborne ... Leaving at least one butchered body in each city for the local law enforcement to find in their own time.
Some people memorized sports stats, others drank their friends under the table, or like Apollo, found it relaxing to garden and arrange flowers. But Midnighter did not share these interests. He found little use in being a civilian or pretending to be anything other then what he was; a killer. He knew no other way to be. Not that it was an excuse; he didn't want to change.
So when the last Door dropped him off in New York City, Midnighter felt there might be room for a higher body count. Not that he spent any calories rationalizing what he did, but if it ever came up he could tell Hawksmoor, the King of Cities, that he was just helping trim the over populated city of its less contributing members of society. It was a service, really. You burned a little of the forest to make room for new growth ... or whatever.
*Doors are orange portals that allow travel between any two points.
What: mistaken identity, meet and greet
When: day
Where: New York City
Interactions: open
Warnings: none, yet
Taking an unannounced and much needed hiatus as a team player, Midnighter had stepped through several opened Doors* over the course of the month. Tokyo. Los Angeles. Oslo. Star City. Melborne ... Leaving at least one butchered body in each city for the local law enforcement to find in their own time.
Some people memorized sports stats, others drank their friends under the table, or like Apollo, found it relaxing to garden and arrange flowers. But Midnighter did not share these interests. He found little use in being a civilian or pretending to be anything other then what he was; a killer. He knew no other way to be. Not that it was an excuse; he didn't want to change.
So when the last Door dropped him off in New York City, Midnighter felt there might be room for a higher body count. Not that he spent any calories rationalizing what he did, but if it ever came up he could tell Hawksmoor, the King of Cities, that he was just helping trim the over populated city of its less contributing members of society. It was a service, really. You burned a little of the forest to make room for new growth ... or whatever.
*Doors are orange portals that allow travel between any two points.