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~Halloween Event~ Carnival! Fun Fair Fun Times!

On the evening of the twenty-second day of the tenth month, the chilly weather takes on a slightly different shroud: veiling itself in brighter starlight and clearer air and a crisp, pitch black cloak of darkness...lit up by streetlamps and bright, autumnal window displays, and carved vegetables as far as the eye can see.

It's not just Jack what makes a lantern this time of year, but courgettes and bird cages (birds not included) and jars and actual wrought iron lanterns. Candle light permeating the very air of the city, casting a warm glow on anyone who happens to draw close enough.

Here and there Extra parents tug their Extra children along in a hurried quest to find the perfect outfit or costume for this or that party, spooky or sweet or just plain excellent.

What's more is the long winding carnival snaking its way along the many winding streets of Taxon, hundreds of Extras all dressed up in outfits that some may find more disturbing than others: zombies, ghouls, old crones and Killer Klowns and white-masked beings, moaning and wheezing and giggling their way towards Central Square - but who knows where they're headed next.

Fun fair's in town, kids.

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"Wise woman," he nods.

"That used to be me, too. Might be me again, if I get fed up with tryin' ta keep everybody honest."

Not that Logan's all that honest, balancing a school with a wetworks squad.

"Maybe bein' stuck here'll let me take a damn break from all that and get my head straight again."

Then, a look to those green eyes.

"How 'bout you? How often do you have to duck those types, bein' a thief? Or is that part of why you do it - to get them to notice somethin' beyond the highfalutin'?"

"Depends on what it is I'm stealing. In my city," there is a possessive sound to that more than just the standard, "there aren't a lot of people with serious powers. It started out with one guy trying to keep everyone in line. He's got others but it is still mostly him against the world."

Selina sounds thoughtful and maybe a little wistful - but just a little bit. "Sometimes I help. Sometimes I don't. And sometimes I leave my city and run into the people with powers."

Logan knows that wistful look. She is into whoever that guy is. The territorial thing is interesting. Sounds a bit like Spider-Man, despite every damn body working in New York.

"Any reason those power people don't come to your town."

There is a pause as Selina thinks, "Well, it isn't a place most people want to live but, well, that guy? The one who protects the city? He's really fucking scary."

There is another pause before she tries to explain it, "Take Scott and and Sherlock... and... hrmmmm." She pauses again and then smiles more brightly, "And Tony's ability for inventing and put them into one guy."

That certainly widens Logan's eyes. Combining Scott Summers and Tony Stark isn't something he's ever thought about before. Throwing Sherlock Holmes in the mix... don't sound possible.

"You sure you're not lookin' at that guy through rose-colored goggles?"

"I might be but the man is genuinely scary smart - in an inventory way and in a tactical way. And he uses all of it in a street war on crime almost every night, up close and personal," Selina smiles at the eye widening. Batman is hard to believe in a lot of ways.

Logan nods, listening to this.

"Sounds a bit less like Summers in that mix and more like a guy I know named Frank Castle. Ex-military, hunts and kills the law-skirtin' pricks who really deserve it. S'why they call him the Punisher."

He taps his chest. "Wears a shirt with a skull on it and everything, just to make 'em crap their pants first, too."

"You're in the right area of things, other than the killing part. He doesn't kill," which has caused some friction at times since Selina is of the opinion that some motherfuckers have to got to die. That's just the only answer.

"No killing, huh?"

Not as though Logan hasn't had that war with himself ever since he came out of the wilderness.

"How's that workin' out for him?"

"Sometimes more than others. Not that he ever wavers on it but sometimes it is easier than others. Sometimes we fight about it since I think there are some people who need to be killed," Selina says with a small shrug and another drink of beer.

"Like your clown friend," he gathers. "Sad fact, but I'm on your side there. Trouble is, a lot of the fuckers who need to die don't stay killed."

"Know a kid like your friend, though. Nearly gave himself a nervous breakdown with his delusional little mantra about 'no one dies when I'm around.' Bet your man's pretty tightly wound with that particular stick up his ass."

"I don't have a lot of experience with people coming back from the dead but, well, it would be entirely fitting with his style of horror is he managed to come back somehow after you'd killed him," Selina says before shuddering a little.

"The experience I do have with it says you're right."

For a moment, whatever Selina's seeing in her memories looks like it is going to make her sick. She's able to push it back though, "Yeah. He a pretty tightly coiled guy most of the time."

Logan can't help but notice how raw her feelings about this clown are. They're on the surface, and he can smell her body chemistry altering slightly whenever he threatens to come up.

After a moment of pondering, he spins on the stool to look her in the eye.

"Ain't tryin' to pry here, but it sounds like this clown did a number on you. Anything you wanna talk about?"

"He's done a number on just about anyone who has crossed his path, so I try to stay out of his path. It doesn't always work."

Selina's got a lot of scars but some have just become common sense methods of self-preservation.

"Try all ya want, the creepers'll find ya somehow. I know your 'punisher' friend doesn't kill, but a guy like that's gotta have a lotta enemies who will," he notes. "He some kinda immortal?"

"I know more people who claim to have killed him than just anyone else in the history of the world but it doesn't ever seem to stick," Selina says with a small rolling shrug of her shoulders.

Logan nods, knowingly.

"Sounds like maybe he's got some kinda back-alley deal with a black magic type. Maybe he's a mutant like me and ain't tellin' anybody. Maybe he's already dead but just ain't actin' like it."

"Y'know, he could, but I can't think of anyone so crazy as to want to deal with him. You can't trust him to behave consistently..." Selina just shakes her head, waving her hand.

"Enough of that. What else should we talk about?"

Logan takes the hint, and polishes off a beer.

Then gives her a small smirk.

"How serious are you with your dark knight guy?"

"Sometimes more than others. I don't know if I've vanished at home or... what, exactly," Selina says with a small wince. That sort of thing /always/ goes over so well.

"Yeah. Don't know whether to think they'll eventually drop me back from when they took me, or to hope the big damn heroes back home notice and try to bust through from the outside and get us outta here."

One thing about the extras - they're prompt with the refills.

"When last ya left him, what was the deal?"

"We're not on the outs but we're not exactly in high gear, either. It isn't like I've been celebate here, if that's the sort of thing you're getting at," Selina says, some what amused.

"Ya work fast, then," he says with a small grin, not a whiff of judgment about it.

He sniffs the air a bit, on the off-chance he might still smell somebody on her that he'd recognize.

"Is it worth askin' who, or should I just assume it was Stark?"

The amusement grows, getting a slanted smile from Selina toward him as she sips at her drink. Didn't she finish that earlier? Maybe there is a new one or she just thought she did.

"I'm assuming that he's exactly the same at home? He seems hung up on a lady at home but, well... In much the same way I am."

"Well, this ain't exactly the Stark I know, but 'billionaire playboy' is the tagline the papers use a lot for him. I get the sense he ain't that much different, few historical details aside."

More beer, considering what he knows - and what he's smelled of the man.

"Never really known him to be hung up on girls, though, although he's had 'em manipulate the hell out of him before. Either underestimates them or overestimates himself."

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