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Nov. 11th, 2015 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Starling City was quiet and that unsettled the man known as the Archer, or the Arrow or whatever the newspapers were calling him this week. Malcolm didn't frankly care about the publicity. All he cared about was was cleansing the poison from the city that had taken his wife from him and forced Malcolm himself to seek out refuge halfway around the world when he realized that he didn't have the training to do this alone. He'd returned after ten years to a son who barely knew him, friends who had accepted Starling the way it was and a populace that was beyond apathetic.
A lesser man would have given up, or at the worst found a way to burn the city down to the ground and start over. But Malcolm was bound to an oath that could kill both himself and his family if he broke it, so he had to cleanse this place one criminal at a time. He was about to leap off the roof where he was settled when a noise behind him made him spin, his loaded bow snapping up ready to fire the second he scented danger. "Show yourself," he growled, the voice changer in his hood making his voice deep and rough, "or this arrow will enter your eye before you can even blink."
A lesser man would have given up, or at the worst found a way to burn the city down to the ground and start over. But Malcolm was bound to an oath that could kill both himself and his family if he broke it, so he had to cleanse this place one criminal at a time. He was about to leap off the roof where he was settled when a noise behind him made him spin, his loaded bow snapping up ready to fire the second he scented danger. "Show yourself," he growled, the voice changer in his hood making his voice deep and rough, "or this arrow will enter your eye before you can even blink."
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Date: 2015-11-11 07:40 pm (UTC)Whatever the reason, keeping Nyssa and her apart Sara returned to Starling City and left the league behind her in search of Malcolm. Reluctant to take orders from him she finally tracked down his movements to one of the rooftops gaining a decent advantage of the city below. He wasn’t exactly an easy man to find.
Slowly stepping out from behind a wall there was a crackle stones beneath her feet that tipped Malcolm off to her presence. Before Sara could even draw a breath the bow was aimed directly at her, although she displayed no fear. Not even the slightest of movement. “You know who I am.” She barely took a few steps closer. “I’ve been sent to find you. I think it’s time we talked.” She didn’t know if word had already reached Malcolm of her punishment, or even if he knew that she left and had to return. Whatever his knowledge Sara would fill in the blanks.
“This isn’t easy so I’d be grateful if you dropped the bow.”
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Date: 2015-11-11 11:15 pm (UTC)Malcolm had heard from the Demon's Heir herself a week ago that someone from the League would be coming to assist him, quote around the word assist. As if having the archer in the green hood running around wasn't bad enough he now had to babysit someone else. He lowers the bow, but does not unload it making it clear he isn't relaxed just yet. "I assume you are the Black Canary, Nyssa informed me you would be coming."
His voice is calm and even despite his dislike of the situation."Dare I ask what you did to upset Ra's or am I better off not knowing." He knows Ra's wouldn't have sent just anyone to be dealt with by the Magician.
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Date: 2015-11-12 08:38 am (UTC)Stiffening up she took a deep breath and folded her arms, “I don’t like this any more than you do but until I’m told otherwise I’m to work with you.” She wondered if he’d pick up on the fact she said with and not for. If Sara was to be put in this position for the foreseeable future, then she’d like to place more on the emphasis on with. “I know you don’t exactly have the best relationship with Nyssa and some of the league but working together, maybe it’ll change.”
She was trying to make a valid point that no one no matter how good they are, is able to take on the world alone. “One day you might need a favor.” She smirked, completely ignoring the fact Malcolm hadn’t disarmed his bow and walking up to stand beside him. She was curious if anything was happening down below on the streets.
“So what is it you are looking for?” She asked more out of curiosity as she didn’t know much about Malcolm other than what people have told her. When it comes to how Laurel painted a picture of him it wasn’t exactly colorful. Sara honestly didn’t know if his intentions were good or bad in the city but the only way to find out was to tag along.
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Date: 2015-11-12 02:14 pm (UTC)Malcolm's lips quirk into a smile within the confines of his hood. He can see why Nyssa values this woman's opinion. He can work with someone who is this plain spoken. He's never liked lying unless he had no other choice. He turns to glance at the mark he's tracking and points with his bow. "A man who thinks he can control the Glades in the aftermath of the super solider problem," he says. Calling what happened last year a problem is Malcolm's way of being nice even though he thinks the Arrow bungled the whole mess. You should never let any personal issues enter into this work.
"I was going to remind him that the Glades are patrolled by an archer who actually knows what he's doing. Would you care to assist?"
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Date: 2015-11-16 10:31 am (UTC)“What’s your policy on killing?” Sara questioned, not taking her eyes off of the men vanishing in between the trucks around the front. She ignored the little dig to Oliver but still noted it while she waited for Malcolm’s response. “I’m not good at taking prisoners.”
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Date: 2015-11-16 01:54 pm (UTC)"I hold to my oath," Malcolm replies calmly, "I do not hurt innocents, but those who deserve the League's form of justice receive it." A round about way of saying yes he kills, but not without reason. It's why he had stopped Moria from carrying out the Undertaking two years ago when he actually agreed with the idea. He had no desire to bring a blood debt down on his head and that of his children. For all his coldness, Malcolm actually cared for Tommy and now Thea and did not want to see them murdered, because Malcolm could not control his impulses.
Still he wished the Arrow hadn't taken the chance to kill Slade Wilson away from him. He'd cared for Moria as much as a man like him could and to have that chance to kill her murderer taken from him was unfair. "To spare criminals is to breed crime," he adds using the League tenet to make his point even more clear.
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Date: 2015-11-17 02:57 pm (UTC)The first guard was positioned between two trucks that were in the process of being unloaded, although the staff weren’t anywhere to be seen. Sara had no trouble sneaking past the front of the vehicle and flawlessly snapping the guards neck. He dropped almost like a rag doll as she caught the weight in an attempt to silence what had just happened. The second was to the slide of the loading doors. He was harder to get as he positioned himself right in the light coming from one of the high up warehouse windows.
“Same old, all clear.” He muttered into his collar. Sara then realized that if the first guy she took down was also wired and due to check in, they would soon have a problem. She needed to act fast.
Without the time to hide and sneak attack every guard she saw, she did a bold move and closed the few meters from the back of the truck to the doors in less than a few seconds. The guard noticed her but in the time it took for him to raise his rifle Sara had smacked it out his head with her staff. The angry that shot across his face fueled him as he lunged for her, fists clenched. He barely had a chance to get near when she spun the staff into his legs with an auditable crack which echoed against the second blow to his skull.
Rather than taking care of the rest around the building, she slipped into the loading dock and headed through a door just to the inside. It was probably one of many ways to break into the warehouse but at least this way was fast and less complicated that guns blazing through the front.
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Date: 2015-11-18 06:30 pm (UTC)Malcolm is impressed with how fast Sara is already moving. He uses his grappling hook to hook the back of the truck and slides down into the man who had just checked in using his momentum to snap the man's neck with a well placed kick. He landed silently and ran laying down a cover of arrows designed to clear out any henchmen hiding in the shadows. He follows the path he can see Sara taking and slips through the door into their quarry's inner sanctum quickly seeking out trouble by laying down another volley of arrows.