The last thing Noriko would see for a few hours was a blur of purple and that stony white face, with its jet-black eyesockets and blood-red grin.
While Nori was ditracted by the bell's chime, the Joker swung out, hanging from the side of the door-frame. He stuck her in the gut with a syringe, emptying it in an instant. And the drug worked instantly; Nori would drop to the ground, paralyzed and unconscious. M99, working to ail what cures you.
The Joker spent a few seconds watching Nori to be sure she was, in fact, unconscious before licking his lips, leaning down, and, with a grunt, hoisting her over his shoulder. Then, cursing his injured knee, he hauled her back to the outpost. Not the smoothest way to get a girl, of course, but it worked. He'd even spent the time to get all gussied up for his lunch date; his facepaint was fresh, and his clothes, oddly enough, were clean- or, at least, as clean as one could manage in Nesreca.
She would awaken a while later in a dark room. The only available light was a kerosene lamp sitting on a small crare beside a closed door. The Joker was leaning against the door, arms folded. At her stirrings, he grinned.
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The last thing Noriko would see for a few hours was a blur of purple and that stony white face, with its jet-black eyesockets and blood-red grin.
While Nori was ditracted by the bell's chime, the Joker swung out, hanging from the side of the door-frame. He stuck her in the gut with a syringe, emptying it in an instant. And the drug worked instantly; Nori would drop to the ground, paralyzed and unconscious. M99, working to ail what cures you.
The Joker spent a few seconds watching Nori to be sure she was, in fact, unconscious before licking his lips, leaning down, and, with a grunt, hoisting her over his shoulder. Then, cursing his injured knee, he hauled her back to the outpost. Not the smoothest way to get a girl, of course, but it worked. He'd even spent the time to get all gussied up for his lunch date; his facepaint was fresh, and his clothes, oddly enough, were clean- or, at least, as clean as one could manage in Nesreca.
She would awaken a while later in a dark room. The only available light was a kerosene lamp sitting on a small crare beside a closed door. The Joker was leaning against the door, arms folded. At her stirrings, he grinned.
"Morning, sunshine."