Joker's Wild (Archibald, Closed)

Doctor Fate's night had been long, but ultimately, rewarding. Fighting demons was a blast...sort of. There were those assholes that kept healing and dodging, and there was the train girl, who Fate was still fairly neutral on, but he'd made a LOT of money, and...

Fate appraised one of the shards he'd gathered during the night. It certainly looked nice, but he wasn't sure how much it was actually worth. If anything, really. Maybe he could fetch a price for the things somewhere, but as it stood, he completely lost as to what their use was, other than being shiny. And while that wasn't a terrible thing, shiny things could be worthless just as easily. He pocketed it, and gave the area a look around. He wasn't wearing his mask, though he had taken to wearing his 'goth' disguise on Psyche Terrorist business. After all, there was no use looking like himself, if someone caught a glimpse of him taking his mask off.

Fate had found a dark alley that seemed fairly demon free to go over his haul in. Not likely to be disturbed, by normies, at least.

Archibald had fun that night, fucking blast. He felt a bit bad about how much he shanked that fluffy troll, but he was gonna break his legs! In this world its dog eat dog. Damn, he could go for some hot dogs right now. But right now he was busy, busy lurking in some goddamn alley in the bumfuck of Endymion. He was in his regular outfit with a gym bag hanging on his shoulder, its where he kept his masks.

"Huh?" His eyes eventually picked up something familiar, he had seen this person that one time when helping Raidou. "Well, well. If it isn't the Caucasian mage..." Archibald spoke, taking a couple steps towards him.