#firebrand 01

[nightxhunter]

time / location : hunter’s hotel room, las vegas, early evening

status :  closed to @firebrcnd​

The moment her eyes caught this particular mission when it was posted on the board, she quickly put her name on it. Grabbing yet another crime that was more about solving a mystery than creating her own, was starting to become a bit of a habit for her. She couldn’t it help it though, the vigilante in her still loved a good puzzle to solve. The fact that she had recognized the gang as one the Guardians had been after for some time, only further pushed her in her choice. The Collective seemed to know precious little about the White Rabbit Gang, enough so that they actually thought the former member she was supposed to track down would be working for them. 

From everything that she knew about Terrance Tweed, and his “little rabbits” as he liked to call them. He had never been in the business of employing superhumans, but rather acquiring them.  She and Cap were so damn close to catching him once, and finally getting some charges placed on him that would actually stick, but the case imploded on itself after the couple witnesses they had managed to find had flipped on them, and rejoined Tweed’s side. She wasn’t going to let that happen this time though, especially now since the rules of law and order no longer applied to her. 

After she was given the all clear to head out, she does just that, and sends a message her partner’s way to let him know where to find her when he got there himself. It’s later that day when she hears a knock on her hotel room door, and after checking to make sure it was in fact him- an ingrained habit of her’s now, she opens the door to let him in.

“So you decided to play detective too?” She greets as she motions him to step inside.

[theshcdowman]

location: some fancy pants philanthropic gala in Milan, that Shadow has already forgotten the name to, and what it’s raising money for

status: closed to @firebrcnd

He’s not used to this, not used to standing around with nothing in particular to do other than eat small portions of food that’s passed around, and drink alcohol that tickles rather than burns as he swallows it down. Ever since Roxana Kazemi entered his life he has been dragged to dozens of these affairs, even after the relationship had thoroughly met its end. But, whenever you share a child with someone that person never quite leaves your life, even if said child is of no blood relation to him and is in fact over thirty years old. 

“She’s coming around again,” he warns Kaz as he spots Roxana cutting her way through the crowded ballroom, her hand resting at the back of some new stranger she likely wants to introduce to her son. 

“Who do you think she’ll say I am this time? Business partner? Some uncle through marriage?”

 He does have to hand it to Roxana though, he can tell how badly how she wants to introduce the tall dark-haired stranger next to her son as the notorious supervillain The Shadow Man, and how much attention that would give her pulling a name like that for this party of her’s. There had been several arguments during their relationship over just how secretive he was about his other life. She’d wanted so dearly to be able to bask in the perks of what that could give her, but that had always been the one thing he wouldn’t budge on with her. The Shadow Man was a hundred year old tale in the making, he would not be the one to shatter it just so she’d be featured in a few more magazine articles. Which all of that meant that Roxana Kazemi had to remain linked to just plain old Alexander Thatch, a not too remarkable man, with a not too memorable name.

Scrunching his nose up at another tray full of champagne flutes that passes by, he lets out a small grunt of distaste. “If you don’t want to suffer through another introduction though, I won’t be the first to stop you.” 

[fortunexfinder]

Date/Time: 1/4/22, Morning 

Location: Fortune’s Room

Status: Closed to @firebrcnd

The knock that comes to his door that morning is not at all a surprising one, in fact he’s come to expect that knock just as much as he expects his alarm to go off each day. In reality he could probably use that knock as his alarm, but the look he generally tries to achieve during these morning meet-ups is more a “oh, I always look this refreshed and put together when I wake up” look, instead of the all too real crazed-hair, half-awake mess that he usually looks like.

It’s not until the second set of knocks sound out (must not seem too eager, after all), when he finally gets up from the chair he’d been waiting at and head towards his door. When he opens it he looks at his guest briefly before glancing down expectantly at what offerings Firebrand had brought him. 

“Hm, no mystery shaped pancakes this time?” He lets out a sigh before ushering Firebrand in, “That’s nearly a week now, someone really ought to complain to Jay. If we’re to be marooned in the middle of Vermont in January, we at least should be rewarded with one of the few good things this state has to offer.” 

Reaching out for one of the cups in Firebrand’s possession, he gives his arm a delicate brush with his fingers in thanks- gifting him just a dab of luck in the process.