14318/Indoctrination: Part One

Indoctrination: Part One
Date of Scene:	15 April 2022
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Doctor Doom, Hunori Seong

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Doctor Doom has posed:
It's late night at one of New York's subway lines, the nearest station to where Hunori Seong found herself late one night. Perhaps she was visiting with a friend, or dealing with a spot of trouble -- regardless, she finds herself now underground past the witching hour, when the pedestrian traffic is at its lowest and the subway cars are largely abandoned, save for junkies, vagabonds, and ne'er-do-wells, with the occasional upstanding citizen thrown into the unpleasant mix.

With such a dire mix of ingredients, it's only natural for the end results to be loathsome; and that, tonight, is what Hunori finds, albeit as a witness and not a victim. Descend the stairs, head toward the platform, make her way past graffiti and posters and advertisements, board safely, find a seat, and...

... watch three young men harass a rocking vagrant, scruffy and unwashed, wrapped in a winter jacket and a blanket in a seat.

"You stepped on my toe, man," one of them says, pointing down at his white sneaker. "Fucking ruined it. Jackass."

Hunori Seong has posed:
There was one thing that Hunori had learned in her travels since gaining her powers and meeting other metahumans and heroes: One couldn't stop every crime out there. But...this one? She could probably help with that. Of course, there was the whole issue of cameras, nowhere to hide away and transform...how did those other superheroes do it? Well, most of them probably didn't have their attire turning to a bright glowing figure in a girly outfit. Still, she exhales and adjusts her jacket and makes to stand, clearing her throat.

"Hey! Let it go," she speaks, making to face the young men. "You're all super loud...and you look like assholes picking on some random guy."

Not exactly the most intimidating figure, the young Korean girl in her bright pink hoodie jacket, but she was speaking up none the less.

Doctor Doom has posed:
The harassment of society's underclass is a constant in situations like this; their lives are misfortune heaped upon misfortune, both internal and external -- at this moment, surely, elsewhere, dozens of people like this man are being bullied and worse, and they will have no Hunori to save them. It's a sad realization all heroes have, eventually: they can't do everything.

Most, like Hunori, handle that realization well. You can't fix everything, but you can fix some things. Perfect should never be the enemy of good.

And so, when she clears her throat, the men look over to her. They're all older than she is, though not by much, disaffected youth with likely ties to local crime at worst, or bullying deadbeats at the absolute best. Either way, the trio's scum, and like all scum, when called out on it, their response is anger and pride, not shame.

"Are you stupid?" One of them asks, a well-built black man with a shaved head. "Get the fuck outta here."

He reaches down and smacks the homeless man upside the head, causing the latter to rock back and tense.

"This bastard scuffed my shoe and said something nasty to me. Had this coming."

Unfortunately, they might not even be lying.

Hunori Seong has posed:
Hunori had been lucky enough to gain training in her adventures, even a little training with the Avengers...and it was exactly enough training to understand that she couldn't hope to fight several people quite a bit larger than her at the same time in cramped quarters without her powers, couldn't transform in the car. So...she'd have to fight it the way she would have before she got her powers.

Her hand dips down into her pocket, retrieving her phone and lazily tapping away at the screen with deft precision before exhaling a breath. "Yeah so...I've got more than enough followers that if you don't back off, I -promise- you'll be ID'd and picked up by the cops within twenty seconds of this livestream."

A shrug, she tilts her head to the side. "So find yourself another car and clean your show, stop being a prick and beating up on a random stranger."

Doctor Doom has posed:
"Go take the bitch's phone," the apparent leader commands once Hunori's plucked it from her pocket, and the other two men -- one a plump and jolly-seeming fellow who likely isn't very jolly at all, and the other reed-thin but tall -- turn and begin to advance down the car. As they pass through another tunnel, the lights blink and sputter, and when brightness returns the two have made quite a bit of progress. The skinny one's got longer legs and more stamina, and he's taken point, shoving his way into Hunori's personal space.

They're not violent just yet, but they've clearly reckoned they can steal her phone and break it to punish her for her interference.

"Hand it over," the skinny one demands, reaching out to snatch it while his other arm partially blocks his face. "Now. I'll bust your lip if you make me."

Hunori Seong has posed:
And...now the fun part, as they leaned forwards to threaten and and steal from her? Hunni simply steps back out of reach, walking them away from the vangabound she could only hope would take the chance to move to another car. Make it frustrating sure, but keep things safe. Maybe they'd arrive at the next station soon enough.

"You can take it, if you can I mean...but you're already live, steaming right this second. So you can be a couple of asshat's forgotten in 5 minutes, or you can be the guys who're trending for assaulting people over some shoes..."

Doctor Doom has posed:
The young man pauses in thought. Part of him thinks Hunori's bluffing; what are the odds anything she's said is true, that she can start recording and streaming that quickly, that anyone cares, or that they'll be identified, and that the police will respond to it? There's no lack of crime that goes unpunished, and all she's recorded them doing thusfar, anyway, is stand around.

But there's a chance. And is this really worth it? Maybe she is some big-name streamer with a bunch of thirsty simps braying for her attention and maybe her phone was set up to quickly begin and maybe it does have a high-enough quality camera to make this shaky subway video easily identifiable.

"Tch, whatever," he says, turning around and slouching away. "Let's just go." He gives the fat one a pat and they move away, rejoining with their leader and angrily storming off. The homeless man is alone and clearly rattled.