Filthy Business

Participants: Gemini & Waylon Jones
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): The sewers of Gotham
Time of Day: 2pm
Weather: Irrelevant
Summary: Gemini goes to make a proposal to Killer Croc, it doesn't go well.

Why had she ever thought coming down here was a good idea? It wasn't so much the smell that bothered Gemini, or even the fetid warmth of the sewer tunnels, but rather that her extremely expensive looking Gucci inspired leather boots kept sinking into turds, making her nose wrinkle in disgust. Nobody could accuse Gemini de Mille of lacking a strong stomach, however the fact that her boots were as much a part of her as the feet they encased made things that much worse. "Eyes on the prize." Gemini muttered to herself, clenching her teeth and doing her best to ignore the squish that came with almost every step she took.

Somewhere in these tunnels was the lair of one of Gotham's most dangerous creatures, the legendary Killer Croc. Gemini had never had the dubious pleasure of meeting the beast, but she had heard more than enough about his activities to know that he was exactly who she wanted for the task she had in mind. The only problem is that she had no idea where in this huge warren of tunnels his lair might be. She had done her research; checking for sightings by utility workers and in police reports and had even memorised a map of the system so that she didn't get lost. But she had already been down here for more than an hour with no sight or sign of her quarry. Casting the beam of the flashlight she carried around the filthy surroundings, Gemini paused for a moment before shifting one hand into a hammer and knocking it against the freshwater pipe running along the ceiling. The clang reverberated loudly through the sewers and after a moment she repeated the move.

If she couldn't easily locate Croc herself it would be much more efficient to try and lure the monster to her. 

It turned out that Gemini wouldn't have to wait long. Vibrations traveled through water even better than they did for air, sounding out all across the waterways and to the attention of Croc. a small ripple of water conveying the presence of something far larger beneath, a hulking form that slowly rose out of the water behind Gemini after a few minutes in a surprisingly graceful manner. Reptilian eyes glistening in the darkness, Waylon stepped onto the walkway beside the elastic evil, bellowing in an annoyed fashion.

"Ye' must be either real dumb, or real brave to be drawing me out like that. Better be somethin' good, I'm not interested in takin' part in any evil teamups or promises of power, nor any two bit wannabe lookin' to fight me for the rep or somethin' " Waylon hissed in frustration, leaning against the nearest wall and crossing his arms together as he waited for the intruder's response.

There seemed to be more to this one than one would assume from the surface however. The costume wasn't that odd, your usual supervillain flair that you see all too often around Gotham. Yet Croc's senses tipped him off to an interesting tidbit. She didn't smell human...at least not quite. More like a burnt rubber or chemical putty toy melded with the usual pheramones a human gave off on a daily basis. She was a freak no doubt, though freaks were the sorta thing Waylon was surrounded by all the time. 

Gemini de Mille

The ripple of water was Gemini's first clue that she was no longer alone, her own senses sharp enough that it only takes her a moment to detect it and turn the beam of her flashlight onto the source. As a result she doesn't miss a moment of Croc's emergence from the water, watching as the towering beast of a man emerged fully. He was extremely impressive, a towering muscled tank of a creature, his pure size and massive bulk speaking to his power as a killing machine. Yes she had definitely come to the right person.

A normal woman would take a step back, maybe run screaming, but Gemini did neither of these, eyeing Croc with a bold stare that said she was impressed, but also not remotely afraid. She had seen bigger, indeed she had been bigger, and whilst the threat of being rended to pieces by his claws was rightly terrifying to most, the prospect was of little concern to her. He was big certainly, but big often meant stupid and Gemini could use that. 

"None of those things." She answered smoothly, hiding her annoyance at his insulting tone behind a beguiling smile. "Actually I'm here to offer you a job, you see you're exactly what I'm looking for and I'm sure I can make you a very attractive offer." Gemini was already watching him closely, partly out of instinct, partly training, her near eidetic memory absorbing the way his body moved. If nothing else she had already seen enough to be able to imitate him in future, and a form with that much bulk and power would  always come in useful.

A job. Of course. It's always some sorta job. Always the unsavory kind. Nothin' but busting down walls, tearing open safes, or cracking skulls. 

His teeth started to jostle as he opened his gnashing maw a bit...But rather than lunge in for attack, it was merely in an attempt at a bemused chuckle. 

"Hate to disappoint ya kid, but I ain't freelance anymore. I got a boss, and a rather meticulous one at that. Whatever lump sum or shiny bauble you've lugged with ya to try an' buy me out ain't gonna help. Wouldn't even want the stuff anyways. Don't know what ya heard about me, but I ain't exactly leaping at the chance to cause anymore trouble than I have to."

As Waylon chatted up his newest acquaintance, he glanced her over in a similar fashion to his own observation. Something about her just screamed that she was more dangerous than one might think at first glance. A cold, cruel glint in her eyes. The false smile of a snake trying to sneak in close for the kill. She may look far more human, but Waylon had a feeling internally was a far different story.

"Besides. I can already tell yer more than deadly yerself. Don't see why you'd come slinking down here with me when you seem plenty capable on your own. I'll hear ya out, but don't blame me when ya leave here as emptyhanded as when you came."

Gemini de Mille