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The day started off like any usual day in the hotel, ghosts huddled around the TV chatting obnoxiously loud, Ester practicing her dark magic, Ben trying to boost his ego and failing in doing so, Nathan trying to work the front desk but scaring off potential customers when his hand goes through keys instead of grabbing them. The same old normal they have become so used to after living in the hotel for so long. However, Abaddon had bigger plans in mind today, yes today on this faithful day, Abaddon was finally going to capture the Moth-man, his arch nemesis since the dawn of time. Courage whelmed him as he ventured through the woods, dodging sticks and low hanging tree branches like bullets, he leaped over roots and streams of contaminated water with one thought in mind. Kill that fucking pest. After fruitless hours of searching and scavenging, Abaddon knew that it was getting late and Katherine would hopefully start worrying for him. So with a heavy head he trudged back into the direction that of the hotel, however after passing Esters ‘secret laboratory’ ,that he truly did not think as a secret nor a laboratory, he had a thought. What if ester has the moth-man? Sure it sounds ridiculous, but at this point Abaddon was grasping on to any hope. Plus, what was the saying? Curiosity never killed a cat? Something like that, it was getting hard to keep up with all these new saying after the 2nd century on this cursed planet. And so with a single torch and a sliver of hope, Abaddon searched Ester’s ‘lab’ for even just a relic to help him track, or defeat, Moth-man.
Slowly but surely, he raided Esters concerning collection of ancient relics, until he came upon something even he thought was strange. It was a small box, no larger than his mortal body’s hand. And yet, he felt the immense power flowing off it in waves, giving him a somewhat headache that he didn’t even know he could have. Ester wouldn’t be safe with this, it could hurt her,… not like he actually cared or anything. But for his safety he went to go pocket it in his medieval shorts. That was until he accidentally pressed the button he didn’t even see, the box set off a loud boom, but no explosion..? Strange. What was even stranger though was the sudden change in atmosphere, he no longer smelt the dirt and grime of a cave, but instead a overwhelming sent of drugs, alcohol, less then legal chemicals and piss. Abaddon was no longer shell in the dry cave but now being soaked with unsanitary water from the sky, once opening his eyes he realised he wasn’t even in a cave but instead in a rundown city with criminals polluting the streets. The city itself was revolting, honestly he’d think he was back in hell if it wasn’t for the fact that is was mind numbingly cold. However he needed to get back to the hotel, he didn’t want the rest of his family his acquaintances to worry about him. So he he waded through the filth covered, grimy pathways dodging people like they were active bombs. First things first he need to find, or steal, some food and somewhere to safe sleep in. As he made his way through the city, he found out two things
1: this city’s is protected by what ester would call, ‘furries’
2: this place is worse then hell.
The people were rude and unforgiving, bump into one and that’s a black eye and a few broken ribs for you, he had to find that out on his own.Honestly it was nothing he couldn’t handle, but still an annoyance. He eventually found an unoccupied alleyway, it was probably the worse place he’s ever slept in and that’s saying something since he’s been around since the 17th century, but not the worst place he could’ve choose considering the street across from him was currently field with active gun fire and the earlier referenced furries. He settled down in the corrupted alleyway, curled into a ball to give him some sort of warmth against this hypothermic conditions. After awhile his body stopped shivering and he fell asleep on the hard blood soaked concrete floor.
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Jasons patrol was going as well as it could’ve, there had been a gang war he had been called in to deal by the big bat himself. But other then that the night was suspiciously quiet, quiet enough he could afford a quick smoke break in a near by alley. He leaned himself up against a wall, fetching the lighter and the unopened pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he didn’t smoke often since he had to be in relatively good health to fight crime, however it was a nice way of relaxing once in a while. As he slowly made his way through the pack he heard sounds of small weak coughing coming from behind the dumpster next to him. He quickly put out his cigarette and slowly approached the bin, careful to not frighten what was obviously a young child, no older the 10. The small frame was curled up on itself, its whole body shaking from the cold. He could hear its teeth chatting from miles away, overall the poor child was freezing. He took out his torch and shone it on the child, but that only made him even more worried and a tad bit confused. You see the child was wearing a outfit that looked straight out of the medieval books he reads from time to time, no scrap that the whole child looked like it was from the medieval time. It’s eyes were dunked with deep bags that could rival Tim’s, it’s body so frail it looked like one gust of wind and it would become dust. It’s hair was long and unkept, he though it could be a girl because of his long hair but he couldn’t really be sure. So for now the child was a ‘it’. As Jason inspected it more he could see signs of bruising, probably from getting into a fight with someone, it is Gotham after all. There were not visible wounds that couldn’t be healed with a ice pack, but maybe he should take the child home… just incase it needs more treatment for internal wounds. God, he was starting to sound like Bruce. To be fair the child did meet the criteria, black hair, can’t tell what the eye colour is, probably a orphan considering he is on the streets alone. He poked the kid with his foot, but the kid seemed to be out cold.. it wouldn’t hurt to bring it to his safe house would it? Nah probably not. So he gently picked up the child, placing his leather jacket on it to keep him cold and headed to his apartment. He had a few calls to make.