#robo-crow

*There was some clattering. Robo-Crow poked his head in with a big smile. He practically hadn’t dropped it since Hermes came back home.*

“On it, Hermes. Here you go.”

*The rest of his body came around the corner and he had the bag in his hands.*

Jeremiah gasped, seeing the broken machine on the floor.

F-Fake Poppet…? Fake Poppet please— please— why did you have to die?

Jeremiah knelt down next to the automaton, looking rather haunted. He pulled Robo-Crow close to him.

*The machine was limp... This time there were no tricks... no secret plan to be revealed... His eyes were unfocused and blank. He no longer hummed with magnetic life.*

*A few agonal pulses of electricity caused him to twitch and convulse. On one such occasion, his voice box was triggered, and he played back another recording of his creator's experiments, as he had for Crane.*

"T-Test number 284... Death. This is a large and encompassing topic, my machine... But, Dr. Crane does not fear death. No. For many reasons, some good, and some bad, he does not."

*The recording fizzled out into static.*

-magic 🪄 >:)

“GAH! Wha- Thhhissss?!”

*The machine recoiled, stumbling over itself at its lighter weight. It pawed at its fleshy exterior. It squinted its eyes with now much lower vision. The air had a smell to it. His muscles had tension… He could taste.*

“S-Strange.”

*He scratched at his arm to draw blood and see the cells bubble up to the surface.*

“Ow…”

*Pain was new. But so was the sight of something alive coming out of him. Not oil or hydraulics. Blood.*

📍Anthony’s location

Don’t worry about the tracker. I have one on everyone. For plot convenience.

“He said to let him cool off… I don’t want him to hate me more for following him. Unless that’s what he wants me to do? I don’t know. People are confusing.”

*Robo-crow made note of the coordinates and scurried off to start his trek there. He’d try to convince Kilroy to come.*

(Little starter hope you don’t mind)

“Eh?”

*He was started at first, poking his head out of the kitchen, but once he thought about the sound of it, he dropped his disgruntled demeanor, and hastily followed after it to him room.*

“Hermes? What’s wrong?”

“God fucking dammit! I’ve been looking for the thing! Ugh. Fine. Let him have it. I have others-”

*He made an emphasis and gesture to suggest that he wasn’t happy about using the others.*

“-in the meantime. How do they expect me to work in these god awful conditions…”

*He was being sarcastic, but was clearly miffed, as he always was.*

*The police spotlight was beamed towards the man on the belltower. He squinted and held his hand up to his face to block out the light.*

"Is that Commissioner Gordon down there? My, I'm flattered! Thought you would have bigger fish to fry.-"

"Release the hostages and we can negotiate what you want!"

"I wasn't fucking done speaking, Gordon. Hostages? Oh, no. These are prey of Phobos. They will endure their trial or be sacrificed in the name of redemption."

"Jeez, we got anotha nut-job over here."

"Can it, Bullock... This is your final warning to surrender with your hands up!"

*The man could barely get his words out before a bullet rang out... and struck the criminal in the head. The resounding echo left the area silent, as the beast crumbled off his horse...*

*From under his coat numerous black doves flew out, automatons of course.*

"Jesus Christ... Who took the shot? I didn't authorize that."

"Frightened, Commissioner? YOU SHOULD BE!"

*The voice seemingly called out from the grave... For it was not the man who died up there.*

"Double, double, toil and trouble..." The southern voice rattled as the deceased man raised from the dead.

*Robo-Crow cackled as Kilroy leapt from the top of the belltower, and saddled on his horse, promptly rearing it.*

"You cannot kill a god!"

*The Red Horse, Dante, shot tendrils of flames from nostrils with an ear-piercing screech... an EMP blast... At the same time the spotlight was turned off, he engaged his next trick. The black doves had flown to various points atop the University buildings. From out of sight, he engaged his plasmic weapons, and veins of lightning struck the birds catching fire to the campus.*

"AND GOD HAVE MERCY ON THEIR SOULS!"

*Robo-Crow scurried off, with his creator following. They slashed through melting and burning victims. Their screams were a resounding orchestral swell of his pantheon encouraging the carnage to continue burning on.*

"The deed is done, Dr. Crane. Have... Have mercy on my soul."

*He snapped the reins of Dante and he rode off into the darkness. Hoping to disappear without a trace.*

- The War Profiteer

@batwoman-or-whatever OOC//Interested?

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*The automaton’s eye twitched and he grumbled, lighting a second cigarette and crossing his arms.*

“We… get along fine… Just have same… interests, you know?”