Khamul is the Shadow of the East (khamul) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-02 02:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, khamul, roy harper (red arrow) ii |
"Uh sorry? Didn't think I WAS following anybody."
Who: Khamul and Roy
What: Random street fights and warnings
When: Late at night
Where: Somewhere dark
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
The Chinese man walked along the dark street, on the way home from work. If you could call the tiny closest that was laughably called an apartment home. As always, he walked with an almost unnatural attention to his surroundings. It was as though his very life rested on it. And for a man who walked in the shadows he frequented, it did.
Someone else was good at shadows too. Roy hadn't been scheduled to stay over the night after he'd woken up his kids by screaming, and he knew he wasn't even going to try to sleep tonight, considering what he thought might happen next. So, he'd taken to the streets to do Red Arrow stuff instead. So far, he hadn't convinced anyone to actually clean up and get off the street, but he also hadn't run into any problems so...it was a decent night. At least for now.
Khamul thought that he wasn't alone. There was someone else moving through the shadows, but the footsteps were all wrong. He didn't so much sense danger as perhaps a chance to have a little fun.
Roy THOUGHT that he saw something, sort of, but squinting didn't reveal anything, the way it usually did, so he decided not to go for the knife in his boot yet, and instead keep an eye out just in case.
There was a butterfly knife at Khamul's belt, but he didn't go for it, instead trying to sneak up on the other man. He wanted to know what he was doing here. And maybe he was itching for a fight.
Was that something behind him now? Roy glanced over his shoulder, but there wasn't..."Crazy." he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "I've gone crazy." Obviously the dream about his godfather and two other people he had noticed in the first dream attacking him was still screwing with his head. He should get to somewhere a little more well lighted.
A boot came from the shadows, aimed right for his face!
"Fuck!" Roy should have known better and he should have trusted his first instinct. He'd been doing this for too long to fall for things like this. The boot coming out of nowhere was a problem, but if he jumped quickly enough, he could probably throw himself out of the way. Probably.
Khamul followed the boot with an aggressive dive forward, using both fists and his own forehead.
That? Resulted in Roy getting knocked to the ground, and, swearing profusely, he tried to go for the knife in his boot, thinking about what a weird way this was to get mugged. Hell, maybe HE should start using the bow when he was out this late. It had worked for Katniss Everdeen.
Khamul laughed, trying to pin his arms, "What're you following me for?"
Roy struggled, and well, he was good at struggling if nothing else, his arms pretty well muscled for the most part. That was until the guy got his shoulder where he'd gotten shot not that long ago. "Ow..." He hissed out. "Uh sorry? Didn't think I WAS following anybody."
Well that made things less fun. Khamul jumped off him, putting a bit of distance between them and eyeing the man darkly, "You should be careful, someone could kill you."
And if that didn't sound like most of the people in his life these days. "Yeah, getting that feeling." Roy agreed, shaking his head a little. "Hey, sorry if you thought I was trying to jump you or anything."
Khamul held out a hand to help Roy up, "I have to be careful where I stick my neck out." He flashed Roy a Cheshire-like grin.
"I know the feeling." Roy agreed, relieved that he wasn't about to get jumped now. "I should be more careful really myself." Usually he WAS, but...he wasn't going to get into all of that right now.
"Do you do this often, or was this a momentary lapse into stupidity." Khamul folded his arms, smirking confidentially.
Okay, so Roy snorted at the question. "God, you sound like my coach." Or like Wrex, which was about as bad. "The momentary lapse was picking the wrong night to head out." he admitted, eyedartiing. "I'm usually more on my game."
"You do this often? Are you some kind of super hero?" Khamul traced circles around his own eyes, "I don't see a mask. And your voice isn't gravelly enough."
That? In light of what had happened recently? Oh that was hilarious. It even got a snicker out of Roy. "More vigilante with a heart of gold I guess. " He said with a little shrug. "Lived here for a while, saw a lot of people fucked up by it so I come back every so often, try to talk who'll ever listen into getting help. I'm not exactly Batman."
"Not tall enough. I could be." Darkness, shadows, a cowl, all that appealed to Khamul, and he grinned wickedly, "Or maybe I'm the bad guy."
"One of theirs, or your own special something?"
"My own special something." Khamul balled up a fist, "Under no ones fist but my own."
And didn't Roy know THAT feeling. "That right there. I know exactly what you mean. Takes work, but worth it."
Khamul watched him for a moment. He could respect this man. He rolled up his sleeve, showing a tattoo of a red serpentine dragon coiled around his arm, "Watch out for this. There might be others coming for me. And they won't be so quick to offer mercy."
And suddenly Roy's life and dreams, well, weren't connected exactly, but the weirdness of one was spilling over into the other. "I'll keep an eye out. Thanks."
Khamul nodded his head, and then slipped back into the shadows as if he belonged there.
Roy glanced after the guy, and shook his head a little. Something about the warning made him think he'd better pack it in for tonight. As for the tattoo...He'd be aware.