16511/A Conversation in Rat City

A Conversation in Rat City
Date of Scene:	26 August 2024
Location:	Rat City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Spawn

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Wolverine has posed:
Right City is never a pleasant place. At least the night has the courtesy of providing darkness to cover up some of the imperfections and horrors. A few working street lights provide some light. The sounds of sirens, cars and other usual night time noise lingers in the distance.

Piercing the darkness is the orange glow of a cherry. The big surface area screams this is a cigar, or something larger than a cigarette. Taking steps closer, the sillouette of a person takes shape. They're short and stout. It's hard to say if the person is like a small brick house, a small sack of jelly or a combination.

"What's-a-matter Al? Got rejected at the singles mixer with all the rights leave ya alone tonight? Don't worry you'll find the right when then you can leave Wanda alone and focus on your new life. Doesn't that sound great?" a laughter follows the words, "A-mheeheehee," rolls the familiar laugh.

The Devil's army rarely goes unchecked. Often each Hellspawn receives a guide, more like an attendant. This is Al's. He goes by the name Clown. Their relationship may be described as rocky at best.

"How ya been Al?" rolls a deep(ish) that has small smatterings of slickness like snake oil. By now Clown walks into the light of the alleyway, getting closer to Al Simmons. "Ready to fullfill your end of the contract yet?" and that laugh rolls forward again.

Spawn has posed:
"I thought you were always watching, fat-boy," Spawn bypasses his own shriveled, dry vocal chords and transmits his old human voice directly into the Clown's mind as an auditory hallucination. "I've been keeping up my end, night after night."

The monster had been perched in the darkest shadow between dumpsters, keeping out of the sight of the homeless who haunt the alley and several city blocks around it. They know the Hellspawn as a protector, but as one best left alone.

Now, interrupted by the Violator demon in its own favorite disguise, the monster's glowing green eyes affix on the painted dwarf while the legs straighten to stand. For all the care he takes to avoid terrorizing the homeless, he seems hopeful that his height advantage will at least disturb Clown.