Gotham Harbor, continued

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

At least five of the Silk Brothers are out of the fight. Three more, hovering at the edges of the battle, await the chance to take out the weakened fighters. Rabbit's nose is broken, but he is far from finished. He pauses, that laconic smile plastered over his face, as Canary spits out blood.

"Did you lose a tooth, Siu Jerk Jai?"

(no subject)

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

In a leased floor of a commercial high-rise in San Francisco, Yuri Ivanovich Mediev conducts his business. A small staff of secretaries answer phones, make appointments, and coordinates talent with clients. Business seems to be booming.

The two visitors he's receiving today raise a few eyebrows - most of the business here isn't conducted face to face, but it seems that these two are special. Grant and Mar'i are getting a lot of raised eyebrows as they're shown into the man's office. Yuri is a blond man, perhaps in his early forties, who has the appearance of a lapsed intense fitness routine - while still a formidable physical specimen, the muscles of his neck show a lack of recent dedication.

He stands to greet the pair as they enter, beaming an overly friendly smile. "Ah, so good of you to come. Please, please - sit. Can my assistant get you anything?" His English is perfect, and though the accent is thick, it seems purposely exaggerated.