United Heroes MUSH - User contributions [en]

11060/Catching Up With Red

2020-02-13T20:37:46Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2020/02/13 |Location=Jean's Office - Xavier's School |Synopsis=Warren comes to visit Jean for a talk of FroYo and feelings and all that stuff. |Cas..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/02/13
|Location=Jean's Office - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Warren comes to visit Jean for a talk of FroYo and feelings and all that stuff.
|Cast of Characters=47,182
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean is sitting in her office, where she can be found more often than not during the day, dealing with all the administrative work of the school. She's long since gained a true admiration to just how much Professor Xavier had on his plate, and he still managed to educate and train that founding team of X-Men. But being the telepath that she is, she's still looking up at the door even as Warren approaches and calls out, "come in, door's open." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Morning in the school has most everyone in classes, but with Warren's class being more... after school activities, he gives him the freedom to come and go as he needs to. Reaching up to knock on the door of the headmistress' office, he pauses and then peeks in. "That is so not fair." he points out with a warm smile. "Hey, Jean? You busier than usual or just busy?" After making his way in, he heads over to the desk to set down a heart shaped box of cacao chocolates and a rose. "I figure you'll be getting enough handmade cards and such tomorrow, thought I'd beat the rush." His tone is warm and teasing as he moves to take a seat, stretching out his wings so they drape over the arms of the chair. "How've you been?" 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Just, regular mind numbing, and sometimes infuriating administrative busy work," Jean offers Warren with a charming smile, leaving it in doubt as to how serious she is. "Good to see you, Warren, been a while..." she adds, "sorry I didn't wait for you to knock, figured I'd play it for old time's sake like the Professor used to do to us for office hours." Adding a playul wink she notes, "I am sitting in his office after all," though truth be told, it has been hers for quite some time. "A Valetnine's gift for me? Aww, that's very sweet of you Warren," she says while taking a moment to look at the heart shaped box, picking up the rose, and getting up from her seat to give Warren a kiss on the cheek. "That's lovely, you shouldn't have. Thank you." It's almost as if she intentionally didn't notice that last question. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' //How long have they worked together?// Jean will know that thought immediately as he leans into the cheek kiss. "I'm sure you'll get plenty of them, especially if a certain someone gets his act together." He rolls his eyes at that as he returns her smile. "And don't get me started on the humdrums of admin work. I never thought I'd have my own company at this age. I sometimes wonder how Roberto does it. And that's with me having a board of directors to work with." "So if you're not going to tell me how you are, I guess I can discuss business first!" he decides, blowing out a breath. "I know you've seen the recent stuff with Genosha, and with Lorna being here and all..." he waves his hand in a lackidasical fashion as he ponders his words. "What is our stance on all of it? I want to help with the company. I think the idea is sound. I just know that Magneto's approach to it is not right. But I don't know if punishing the whole for the actions of one is right, you know? Especially considering my own past." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Oh please, that'll never happen," Jean says half jokingly, and yet, with some bitter sounding subtext hidden somewhere in her voice. "I take it you don't enjoy running your company?" Jean asks curiously, "I thought that stuff came easy to you, all playboy mannerisms aside." Jean does blush slightly as Warren bluntly points out how she evaded his question, "you weren't supposed to notice, Warren!" Jean chides, mock punching him with a tap on the shoulder. As he gets to business, Jean tilts her head slightly, considering, before asking, "tell me your full idea." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "We've been friends since high school, Jean. I don't need telepathy... okay, maybe I do. The mysteries of women and all." Warren responds, covering the hand on his shoulder and giving it a brief squeeze in support and friendly affection. "Oh, it does come easy. That's the scary part. Too much like my father." Now it's his turn to sound slightly bitter. "I just didn't realize I'd have so much to take care of as well as keeping up appearances, and you know, not exactly easy or even possible to hide that I'm Angel." He shrugs his shoulders, before returning to the subject at hand. "Nothing related to aeronautics or alternative fuels." Nothing that can be weaponized, in other words. "But, there's a few periodicals I can see about setting up an office there, depending on how they look at the press. And of course..." he sort of glances down as he chuckles. "There's the FroYo project. I'm sort of starting to push it to make it global. And maybe opening a shop or two in Genosha would help the economy?" 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "We have," Jean agrees, though just thinking of those years, she does seem to get a little bit serious. Some of that jovial expression fading a bit. But she shakes it off quickly enough, "you don't need telepathy, it's true, and all this stuff about the mysteries of women is BS. You know it is! No matter how much Ororo would try and lord it over you," she laughs, and quickly backs out of her own statement, "please don't tell her I said that!" "You pull it off nicely, but you know, you're always welcome here full time if you ever decided it's too much for you, Warren." Jean offers as she moves to sit back in her seat. leaning back a bit. "I think it sounds safe enough to go for it, Warren, if that's where your heart is set." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "I just have concerns over people suggesting that this is me... us... condoning what Magneto's doing." Now he gets to the crux of his thoughts as Warren folds his hands in his lap. "We've fought him for years, Jean. And for the first time, he's trying, you know? Something right. And Lorna seems to be on board -- and before you ask, no, this is not some 'impress Lorna' thing. She has Roberto and I like red better than green." The wink is playful even if the subject is serious. "I know I could come back here. I think I have a fair balance, though." he finally decides. "I have the board for the company. I help here when and where I can. And hey, it keeps me in shape, and I can test new flavors on the kids." There's a chuckle at that, but she can see him changing the subject, just like she did earlier. "So yeah. This is me kinda coming to get your blessings, oh wise one.' 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Exactly." Jean answers sharply, and briskly, clearly she never once thought it was a perfect situation. "I didn't ask about your favorite color, Warren," Jean teases in turn, "and of course I remember fighting him for years, I still feel uncomfortable to even have a one on one conversation with him." "I'm always wondering...am I here, because I want to help the kids and carry the torch for the Professor? Or am I here because I'm scared to leave..." Jean whispers, as if worried anyone save for Warren might hear her words. "I don't know that I'm the wise one, pretty sure that always has been Hank," though to be fair, Jean has been more than livid at the whole donation to the school from drug money. But that's neither here nor there. They all made their share of mistakes. "You obviously have my blessing, if you really want it. But scratch the bit about doing clinical trials on the children," she warns half jokingly. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Pausing, Warren seems to pick up on the gravitas of the situation. Taking her hands in his, he gives them a squeeze and he looks up at her. "I can't answer that for you. I don't think I could even if I was the telepath of the two of us. But I can say this... you are the most fearless person I have ever met." His thoughts go back to the sacrifices that she made, and his own hurt in all that. "And if it wasn't in no small way, for you, I may never have pulled through what Apocalypse did to me." The words are soft, but carry the weight of the truth behind them. "And I may have never said properly, but I owe you so much, Jean, that I may never be able to repay it." "As for the rest? You're a lot better at the conversations that I am. And while Hank may be the wise one, Scott may be the leadery one, Bobby is the prankster, and I may be the pretty..." he winks, but adds, "You've always been the heart, Jean Grey." Leaning in, he kisses her cheek in turn. "You ever need to talk. Place to stay. Night out on the town where you don't need to worry about paying. I'm there." Releasing her hands, he hears the chime of the bell and draws in his breath. "And I know you have classes to attend to, so I'll let you get back to it." Pulling away, he flutters his wings and grins. "Just one time. And it was licorise flavour and I was curious. You know I only stock the best flavors here." With a smile and a touch to his heart, he turns to make his way out and leaves Jean to her thoughts. 
}}

10691/Round 1: Central Park

2020-01-12T01:04:22Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2020/01/10 |Location=Central Park, Manhattan |Synopsis=Ryu is accosted by a gang in the park. Sara shows up to help, and Ryu helps her in return. |..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/01/10
|Location=Central Park, Manhattan
|Synopsis=Ryu is accosted by a gang in the park. Sara shows up to help, and Ryu helps her in return.
|Cast of Characters=1597,1405
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' The New York Police Department tries really hard to keep Central Park clear of vagrants, using a combonation of outreach programs and undercover operations. They also have another problem that involves undercover ops - gangs that have been wandering around the park, pulling off muggings and robberies and such. One group of them was spotted in the park this evening, the Abandoned. Survelliance units had been keeping an eye on them as they run ops. Unfortunately, it seems that they have found a target. They're currently surrounding a male figure that was underneath a walkpath tunnel bridge trying to get some rest. A white duffle bag is set to the side as they jostle the man awake. "Get up! You're tonight's entertainment!" one of the Abandoned leers at the man as they yank on the blanket. 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' Sara Pezzini's here in the park too, helping her colleagues out. Actually she's just walking the park, mostly since it's on her way home after the shift she's been doing. She's still got her police equipment on, and under her jacket. Stepping back onto the path, Sara's still got her phone on her and fires off a text. Looking over the group, Sara stays put. Not her pllace to....ah she hates bullies. "Hey!" Sara calls, and has her jacket unzipped. There's the bulge of her holster and pistol in it, and her belt. She's got her badge in her pocket, too. "Back off that homeless guy" Sara calls, "I won't warn you again" 

:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' A couple of gangbangers look over at Sara and one of them wolf-whistles at her. "Are you wanted to get lost with the Abandoned, babe?" Yes, that was an actual pick up line they created. "We'll get to you right after we deal with our civic duty of getting rid of bums!" With that, one of the gangers finally manages to wake up the guy as he yanks off the blanket. Though there's a blanket is puled away and reveals a worn karate gi as Ryu gets to his feet. "I did not mean to disturb your walk. If you would like to go around?" he asks them politely, the hint of Asian accent heavy in his voice. "Oh listen to this guy! Disturbing us!" That brings laughter from one of the five gangbangers. "Come on, man, you're completly disturbing!" And he gives Ryu a hard push. "Your kind is disturbing!" 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' Sara shakes her head at the group, "Get moving" she says, in that no nonsense cop way of speaking. She is waiting for her colleagues to come over and help. It's just her, and these guys, and the karate guy. Sara's seen enough karate films to not mess with the karate guy. Instead she locks eyes with the one one wolf whistling. She pulls out hers out her phone, shooting off a text to her colleagues. Group texts are wonderful things....and she keeps stepping forward, phone back in pocket. She's watching the group, and looks to Ryu. "Are they bothering you?" she asks, a few paces away. 

:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' "No, I seemed to have been in their way.." Ryu starts to say.. just to get shoved hard by one of the gang members. "Hey! Get lost, karate punk!" A few of them start doing faux karate moves they saw on a movie. And making karate like noises. Waaaaa. Hoooooo. It's really embarassing. But then one of them is pulling a knife. "I said wait your turn!" the wolf-whistler growls, now that she's taken out a phone. And things escalate quickly. A couple of others are taking out knives as well. The wolf-whistler rushes at Sara, intent on knocking that phone from her hands, because he's in no mood to be a live social media star. Another steps towards Ryu to try to throw a lazy and horribly telegraphed haymaker, that he manages to dodge quickly. 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' "Hold it right there" Sara says. Sure, she could go for her gun. But that'd mean paperwork. Instead she steps out of the way given he's rushing at her. She shakes her head, "I said hold it right there!" she commands. badge out now and visible. NYPD. Great. Sara's gonna be on the media too. Still this time she didn't start it it. Instead, tendrils are creeping along the back of her hands. 

:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' No, she didn't start it, but it has indeed started. And now Sara is pulling out her badge, and the gang-bangers are concentrating on her. "Crap, it's a cop!" one of them yells, as he's reaching to pull a gun from behind his back to prepare to get the drop on Sara. Or he would have if there wasn't a certain shout of, "HADOKEN!" from behind the guy as a bright blue glow leaps from Ryu and strikes the man in the back, knocking him down. "He's one of the freaks!" cries out one of the guys, and know they're torn between Sara and Ryu, as the guy with the gun is down, the gun sliding on the sidewalk to end up near her. 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' Sara's moving on instinct, now. She sees him go for the gun and has her own gun drawn and aimed at him. "Police. Put your gun down" she shouts, then....he's on the ground, the gun sliding. Sara kicks it out of reach and has her gun trained on the guy Ryu knocked down. "Stay down, the rest of you, drop your weapons" Sara commands. She'll deal with Ryu later, mostly since he did help her out with the gangbangers. She's hoping more police show up soon. One Sara vs gangbangers and a guy who can glow blue? Great. Not great odds. The Witchblade isn't quick enough this time to stop Sara from doing her police procedures. She's so not cut out for this...she's a detective after all. She's a detective and not a beat cop with a badge and a radio and a gun. The radio's been returned to the shelf they sit on. The gun though....well if she fires, that's paperwork. If she gets shot. That's both paperwork and the Witchblade going on a killing spree that'd make a lot of Gotham villains green with envy. So Sara's aiming toward the gangbangers. "NYPD, drop your weapons" Sara calls again. Where's her backup? She hears her heart hammering in her ears. Great.... 

:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' Now that Sara has her gun drawn, the gang-bangers have a choice. They could drop their weapons and surrender, like she said. They could all try to attack her en masse, which might end up very messily. Or.. They could all take off running in every direction, dispersing like cockroaches when the lights are turned on, trying to scatter and make it impossible for Sara to chase after them all. Little do they know they're running into the arms of the officers that are closing in, but that's how it is. Ryu glances to Sara, and he tilts his head. "You're conflicted." he offers to her quietly. "Do you need assistance?" Not with the guy on the ground. 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' Great. Paperwork incoming. Sara holsters her gun and nods to Ryu with a shrug, "I'm okay" she says as the officers are doing their thing, and she's giving her side of things. Thankfully, she didn't shoot anyone. Like she needs the time off, there's better ways to get time off, really. Like...putting in for vacation time. Which she totally will do when she gets back to her desk. But first... "I'm okay" she repeats to Ryu. "Are you alright though? You threw yourself into the thick of it, so thanks" she nods, there's the tricky issue of should she question Ryu now or let him go? She figures the latter, she'll just write it off as he was scared and self defense. They had guns, it's clear in her eyes after all. Instead she looks to Ryu, and pulls out a pen and paper. "Mind telling me what happened? For official reasons, that is" she adds having witnessed it all...but paperwork and procedures dictate she needs to go through proper channels. So she is 

:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' Ryu lifts a brow for a moment. "The first step to enlightenment is to acknowledge there is a light." he offers cryptically to Sara. But one cannot help one that doesn't ask for it, so Ryu relaxes his stance. "I was sleeping here." he starts, gesturing to his blanket and his bag. "And was awoken by those young men that had decided to harass the pair of us. Though I could understand their reasoning." His shoulders rise in a brief shrug as he stands there as cold as it is in a sleeveless gi. "I saw one of the men preparing to draw a gun on you so I reacted." he gives her a slight smile. "I did not want to see you harmed, though I imagine you could handle yourself." 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' Sara's taking notes, brief, scribbled notes at that. "Thank you" she says. Both for the notes and helping out. "No no, shooting me is not adviseable" she offers, the nagging feeling the Witchblade gives that Ryu isn't totally normal. She's brushing it off, he did after all help her out, so the Witchblade can relax. Surely he wouldn't hurt her? 

:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' Why would he? She's not a sanctioned fighter. And he doesn't go around asking for fights willy-nilly. "Was there anything else I need to do, or may I return to my rest?" Ryu asks the striking detective, since it seems that she's about done with the interview. It appears that he plans to return to his place under the bridge to get some rest. 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' Sara smiles, handing over a card with her number on it. "Oh, no. No. If there's anything else you think of, don't hesitate to call, though I'd suggest you stay somewhere with a warm bed and four walls, there's plenty of good hotels around here" she says, a friendly word of advice. Sara's not a fan of sleeping rough and Sara's more than willling to help out. "I could call a cab to take you to a hotel if you like?" she offers. "Though if you want to sleep here, I'll let the officers know not to move you along" Hey. Two favors from Pezzini. That doesn't happen often. 

:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' "I cannot afford a hotel. And the ground is comfortable. I have cover over my head. It is more than adequate." Ryu responds with a light chuckle. "I do not spend much time indoors." he admits as he looks to her. "I thank you for your generous offer, however." The compactly built Asian doesn't seem to want to put anyone out. He pulls the blanket back around his shoulders, an old military surplus blanket of thick and coarse wool. 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' Sara nods. "I hear you" she offers, "If you want to stay here, just let the officers know you're here and I said it's okay" she nods, zipping up her jacket. "I do need to head home though so" she offers, the look in her eyes showing her concern for Ryu being out here. Still. Anyone that can jump into a situation and help out is worth it. 

:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' "Thank you, Officer...?" Ryu trails off, not catching the woman's name. And then he pauses. He considers her again. And then he asks.. "Would you like to get a cup of coffee sometime?" 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' "Pezzini. Detective Sara Pezzini" she says and brightens up at the idea of coffee. "Sure,I know a few good coffee places in Manhattan and around the East and West sides" she explains with a nod conferring with a few officers. "The'll leave you be, and thank you for helping out, again" Sara says with a genuine smile. Oh, the rumor mill's going to love this. Pez goes for coffee with guy who glows blue and saves her butt from gangbangers. Jake McCarthy's gonna probably tease her relentlessly, go figure. Sara's not put off by that though. Who knows, it may be the start of a beautiful friendship 

:'''{{#var:1597|Ryu (1597)}} has posed:''' "I am Ryu." No last name offered. Just Ryu. And knowing that Sara will probably check up on the mystery man before they go out for coffee, she'll find his file easily. Especially with the picture of him. Winner of the last street fighter tournament. No known last name. No known address. He disappeared after the last tournament - she is the first one to get eyes on him since he won. He offers her a grateful smile. "You can find me here, then." Phone? None. "And it was my pleasure to help a member of the law." then he adds. "And beautiful as well." There's a slight smile as he moves to take his place on the piece of cardboard he had folded out to sleep on. And sits down in the lotus position. 

:'''{{#var:1405|Sara Pezzini (1405)}} has posed:''' Sara will, and she's liable to take a lot of notes too. Beautiful? Maybe, in her pin up model ways. So, she's making mental notes too, and nods. "Alright, finding you here, that works. I can drive over from my condo. So, Ryu, I'll look forward to coffee" Because, really, she's not got enough time for herself or dates. Is it even a date? Maybe, she'll hedge her bets andsee how it goes. 
}}

10649/Danger Room Mock Disaster

2020-01-07T04:14:27Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2020/01/06 |Location=Danger Room - X-Men Base |Synopsis=Warren sets up a scenario for the students to train and practice first aid in - they escala..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/01/06
|Location=Danger Room - X-Men Base
|Synopsis=Warren sets up a scenario for the students to train and practice first aid in - they escalate it into a full blown ocean rescue!
|Cast of Characters=182,9031,8765,1245,1126,1386,145,8925
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' As students and veterans make their way into the room, Warren is currently up in the control booth. "Evening, everyone!" he greets as they drag in, the winged X-Man lifting up his cup of coffee. "And welcome to Advanced First Aid training. The purpose of this exercise is to react to a disaster and treat victims until support can arrive. No, I'm not telling you what the scenario is, you're just going to wing it. But I will say this.. I hope you packed swimsuits!" It's a cryptic comment, before the room starts to change and rotate, holograms starting to come into play. After several moments, the group will find themselves on a deck of a cruise ship. There's sirens going off across the ship, a major fire alarm, and life boats are being prepared. The ship is heavily stricken, and before they arrived, the ship's captain was calling out an SOS for a ship that has multiple injuries and is floundering. Well. He had the swimsuit part right? A loud creaking and groaning noise comes from the ship as the Captain tries to find the leader of the group. Or whoever volunteers to be leader of the group. 

:'''{{#var:9031|Vi (9031)}} has posed:''' Vi hasn't had first aid training, but said she had some practical experience with care, and asked if she could take part or at least observe. She assumes a spot in the back of the group, figuring that will be the safest place to watch from. The small nineteen year old is wearing a pair of dark leggings and a hooded sweatshirt with a faded logo on the front that announces she attended the 2021 Monster Jam series. Or at least whoever sold the sweatshirt to where she bought it had. Vi is used to the room changing to look like something else. Somewhere else. However, her eyes go very wide at the sight of the all that water visible past the ship's railing. She moves over to the railing, looking about in all directions, looking for any sign of land, her expression slightly panicked. "The sound, that's bad, right?" she asks of the alarm. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      When the scene shifted and the cruise ship formed out of the aether around them, Shannon went deathly pale for a moment. This was not something she had expected to face. Drowning was one of her biggest fears. For a moment, it looked as if the winged healer in training might freeze.      But she wasn't alone. She wasn't drowning. However, if somebody didn't act, and soon, many would indeed drown. There would only be moments to spare. She looks about the deck to see that yes, there were indeed many injured. But this was going to take coordination. They couldn't just go willy-nilly trying to save everyone.      First order of business? Keep the team calm. Turning to Vi, she nods, taking a few deep breaths of her own and steeling herself against the sound of the alarms and the immediate threat of drowning. "It is. It's why we're here." Reaching out, she rests a reassuring hand upon the older girl's forearm and smiles. "We'll be okay."      Second order of business? Talk to someone in charge. Thankfully, it appears the captain is close by, or a least, she certainly hopes that the man she flags down is the captain. "Sir? We received your SOS. Do you have an updated situation report? What sorts of injuries have been reported so far and where?" 

:'''{{#var:1245|Jamie Madrox (1245)}} has posed:''' What to do on a Monday after the holiday season? Could hide. Drink more. Maybe start a fight outside Evolution... Naaaah. Warren made a call. Jamie jumped at the offering left on the proverbial table. Down in the Danger Room with the students, Jamie sparks a cigarette. He's been told over and over that he can't. His thumb disagrees. "Heh. He said 'wing it'." Madrox chuckles while giving Vi a light nudge with his elbow. A stupid, bemused smirk on his face. That's around the time when things went expectedly south. Sirens. Emergency lighting. Madrox grips the railing with one hand, cigarette in the other. "Yeah, that's generally seen as a bad sound, Vi. Heard. Whichever." Standing out like a sore thumb, not just because of his age compared to the others. Not because of the overcoat and the face tattoo. No, he stands out because there are SO MANY OF HIM. The panicking passengers, shoving and running for safety all look like Jamie. Why? Because they -are- Jamie. Dupes in suits, cocktail dresses, sailor attire and... was that one in a sequined jumpsuit? "Guy that spends all day in the clouds is throwing us in the deep end. Did not see that coming." Says Jamie Prime while wrapping his head around the sudden uptick in chaos and danger. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Well it's not exactly a luxury cruise on the sparkling blue sea, is it? Still, Doug looks around, and then he springs into action. "This way to the lifeboats! This way!" He starts tossing people safety vests. "Don't push! This way!" He espies a Jamie in an evening gown and diamond necklace and tiara, "This way, Dowager Countess! Yes, I know the heels are handmade Italian, but if you trip and break your ankle we're in real trouble, please carry them with you..." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' "So are you giving them the Titanic experience, or the Poseidon?" Terri asks as she leans a hand on the control console careful not to smoosh any buttons in the process. While it wouldn't hurt for her to be down there herself learning a thing or two, she was up in the booth with Warren overseeing it for the moment. A cup if coffee all her own is in her free hand while watching as the various individuals take up different roles all on their own. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Chuckling softly, Warren glances aside to Theresa. "I did say that our next date would be a show..." He gestures grandiously with his hand. "I present Jamie Madrox and his amazing one man band meets Speed 2: Cruise Control." As Shannon finds the Capatin, he blinks at her in confusion. "You can't be no more than a kid, what type of help is this?!" Also the Capatin? Is that another Madrox clone wearing a Captain's hat and fuzzy white moustache that probably came from a mop? Maybe! "We have some minor wounded up here. Cuts, bruises, sprains. And general confusion and mayhem. Down below are the more seriously wounded!" he offers to the winged girl, frowning. "I don't know if you can help with those, though.." Doubting Thomas? Indeeed. As he talks, he takes out a corncob pipe and sticks it in his mouth. It blows bubbles. No smoking in the Danger Room. 

:'''{{#var:9031|Vi (9031)}} has posed:''' Even the sight of a Jamie in sequins, or drag, can't quite get that ominous feeling out of Vi's mind as she eyes the expanses of water. It doesn't hurt though. "Don't freeze. Deal with the problem," she says quietly, remembering something she didn't so much get taught, as overheard being taught. "Calm down, it's going to be ok," Vi tells two Madri who are arguing over one of the life jackets tossed by Doug. They are both tugging on it trying to get it away from the other. "There's plenty of those to go around," she lies. Ok maybe there are enough, but Vi really has no clue, so to her it is definitely a lie. The young woman looks around, eyes going to Jamie Prime as if intending to ask for help. Though after a moment's reconsidering she looks instead towards the wounded. "I can help with some of the cuts. Do you have bandages and things?" Vi asks. Planning to start finding things to rip apart to make impromptu bandages if the answer from the Captain is not a yes. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' Does anyone actually trust Illyana to know how to put someone back together? Murdering eighteen men in the Russian winter is easy enough, but applying plasters to wounded arms or stringing out a length of gauze may be the most she can manage. So, prepared for just about anything, she lounges in the room in the midst of madness settling in slowly and certainly around them. The projections become lifelike to the point she has her back to a listing rail, surely, and the cries of the frightened civilians around her give pause to look over her shoulder. Her eyes narrow, glowing slightly as she falls in behind Madrox. One of the many Madroxi. "At least with river cruises, you can swim to shore," she suggests dryly while an elderly woman hustles along with at least eighty pounds of luggage, wheels creaking and the smaller roly-poly bag swiveling around in manic circles. When it bumps into someone already choking and coughing in the electric atmosphere. Another exercise in trouble there. That calls for her to grab the bag and hurl it overboard. "Only the clothes on your back," she calls out, not waiting for the splash. Order calls for someone to help the weak wander into a lifeboat or not bully their way to the front of the line like that jerk over there. "Clear a space on the deck for the injured, da?" 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy gives Warren a wary side-eye at mention of a show, even if it was proving to be an interesting one down below. "Speed 2?" A ponderous sip of her coffee is taken. "Don't think that one was on the curriculum in my Cult Classic Lit class." Smirking a bit she shifts her attention back to those below attempting to help the 'wounded' Jamie's and organize as well. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon offers a brief smile to the Captain, keeping her wings tucked in behind her. "Hopefully enough help to make a difference. And I'm not alone."      A quick glance around the deck of the stricken ship shows that, thankfully, most of the minor injuries immediately visible were rather minor. There were some dazed and confused passengers, some who looked as if they might have taken a good bump on the head, and a few sprains. Those shouldn't take too much by the way of time or resources to handle. Turning towards Vi, she nods once. "Make sure nobody's bleeding, and bind some of the sprains if you can. Join me down below as soon as you can, I'll probably need a hand down there, getting the injured stabilized and up here to the boats."      Doug gets a thumbs-up, and she calls out. "Thanks for clearing the decks there! Try to keep some spots on the lifeboats open for the more seriously injured, we'll need to give them priority and get them clear."      Turning to Illyana, she nods. "Keep a path to the lifeboats cleared for the injured. It looks like Doug's got matters in hand getting the able-bodied off the boat."      Where the hell was all this coming from? This was not the shy, withering girl who had come to the school a few months ago! Taking hold of her little brown bag--as well as keeping an eye out for the nearest first aid kit, she takes a deep breath to face down yet another one of her demons, and heads below decks to assess the injuries there.      And some of them were not pretty. There were some deeper cuts, one or two broken limbs, and what looked like a few good burns here and there. Ouch. 

:'''{{#var:1245|Jamie Madrox (1245)}} has posed:''' "First cruise I've ever been on and what do you know?" Jamie says with mock sullen surprise. The crook at the corner of his lips vanishes when water splashes and douses the cigarette in his hand. The rest of him as well. Sputtering, he frowns and flicks the soaked cig away. Making decisions is hard for Jamie. Extensive training helps alleviate some of that anxiety. He knows what to do... the students? Not as much. The urge to start barking out orders is there but muted. "I'll go down into the guts of the beast. Vi. Use this." Shrugging out of his drenched overcoat, he tosses it to Vi. "Rip strips and apply pressure to anything that looks serious. Sprains too, like Wings said." Stepping away from the railing, he ducks a Madrox carrying another Madrox like an oversized child while they scream about 'women and children first'. He shakes his head. "This is why people get mad at us, Jamie. Things like this." He says with a wry smirk. Watching everyone take charge, Jamie smiles all the wider before he throws himself into the watery madness rising around them. "If anybody finds Keanu, punch him for me. Stabalize, evac and we go down lower. Grab any loose boards, handles or anything to use as a splint or pry bar." A look to the Captain, Jamie upnods his Dupe. The Captain tips his hat before Madrox Prime opens a door wide to a flood of ankle high water. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:'''     "Well, beautiful," Doug says to Illyana as he hands a life preserver to a Jamie dressed in a child's sailor suit, "You did say you wanted to go on a cruise. Just uh, instead of letting me cling to the side of that door and die of hypothermia, could you pull me up there with you?"     He turns, and espies a Jamie with a thick moustache and dressed in a plumber's costume who's getting really shovy and snaps his fingers at him. "Hey! Hey! Smetti di spingere! Oppure vai in mare come il bagaglio! In questo modo, rapidamente! Presto! Veloce veloce!" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' "This is not our moonlit cruise. Still open on the docket." This from the Russian as she leans over, bracing her feet hard on the deck as necessary. "Do you see any land? I can evacuate them all to shore and then we get the civilians out of the water and you off of the boat." Not everyone has wings to run away with or multiple bodies to string out in a chain to haul themselves to shore, after all. She extends her hand to Doug as her solid footing and death-grip on the railing is surely enough to be helpful getting him up better. Illyana inclines her head in a soft nod to the instructions otherwise given, a fringe of blonde hair laced in front of her eyes. She certainly isn't about to rush after anyone with a cut or a lightly bruised ankle, but anyone demonstrating broken limbs or severe blood-loss gets her aid being carried over towards Vi or Shannon. They know what they are about, and she is perfectly willing and able to be bled upon. That means a heavy-set fellow who clearly suffered some kind of collision with inanimate object, or a wizened older woman with a number of deep gouges in need of help before she goes into shock. Not her area of expertise, but she can give that much assistance. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      It looked as if the elderly woman that Illyana was guiding over in Shannon's direction was the worst of it so far, with a good egg on her head, and some cuts to her face and arms. She offers a smile to the old woman, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand for a moment. "Ma'am? It's okay, we'll help you. Just let me have a look at you, okay?" Out of her little brown bag comes a pair of non-latex gloves, which she slips on, an alcohol wipe, and a bit of gauze to clean the cuts. The elderly were particularly vulnerable to infections, oftentimes with compromised immune systems, so she had to take a few extra seconds to help clean up the wounds.      While she's about this, she calls out to Jamie Prime, "Can you find me something to tie these cuts up on this woman's arm? I've got some gauze and tape for her face but the ones on her arm need a bit more pressure." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy watches quietly from above in the observation booth. Warren was busy working away at the controls dealing with the variables of the simulation for the moment. That gave her time to just observe instead of exchanging witty, flirtatious banter. Coffee mug in hand she leans closer to the window to just watch quietly for a few moments before remarking, "Shannon's picking up rather well given she looked scared as hell at first. Good leadership there in a pinch. Wouldn't have guessed, honestly." Still. Knowing how someone was in the kitchen and social situations was far different from seeing them in the heat of the moment. This was as close to the heat of the moment as they were likely to get without it being a serious, for real, thing. "Yana's good as always, of course," she adds with a nod toward the other blonde down there. "Let's see how the boys do." 

:'''{{#var:9031|Vi (9031)}} has posed:''' Vi really doesn't know what she's about, but if she's managing to suppress her dread of water she can't stand in long enough for anyone to think she is, she's probably doing something well. Vi catches the jacket from Jamie, momentarily reluctant about tearing it up. She can't seem to focus on it being a simulation when looking at all that water, but she likes Jamie's jacket. Still, when the Captain shrugs to her and says something about a shortage of first aid kits, Vi begins shredding the overcoat, not seeming to have any issues with tearing the thick fabric with her hands. "You'll be ok," she tells a Jamie who is crying like a five year old over a moderately-sized cut on his arm. Perhaps he's meant to be a five year old, she's not really sure. Though seeing him behave that way puts a little bit of levity in the moment for Vi, causing the young woman to grin slightly as she deals with the wound. As Illyana brings injured people over, Vi checks the leg of one who is hobbling. No bones poking through the skin, but the Madri's protest he can't walk causes her to look around. Vi rips the armrest off a deck chair and begins using it to splint his leg. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Madness, mayhem and panic. It's the perfect atmosphere for one of the more unstable elements of the New Mutants to appear into. Judging by his outfit, which is a pair of black coveralls, black combat boots and black gloves, he's been in the garage. Bear, his trusty companion, is not with him... on an actual mission, he wouldn't have the luxury of the canine by his side, so there's no point taking him into a simulation. Besides, the Shepherd isn't too fond of all the loud noises.     First things first, the black clad Bean with black highlights on black trim grabs himself a high-vis life vest from the stack on the deck and puts it on without inflating it. You can't help anyone when you've become a casualty yourself. Looking around, he spots the 'Captain' but also Vi, and decides that one is a more reliable source of information than the other.     "Sitrep?" he asks of Vi, kneeling down by her side so he can hear the answer. He's always said he'd stand to the Birkenhead Drill... it looks like he might end up having to actually deliver on that. 

:'''{{#var:1245|Jamie Madrox (1245)}} has posed:''' Silently thanking the holographic stars that Illyana is here to take charge of tbe situation, Jamie breathes a sigh of relief. Out of the hot seat, Jamie OG gets to refocus his ever challenging state of mind to... doing what he was trained to do. Well, one of him was trained to do it. He's got a concerned eye on Vi as she reluctantly starts to shred his overcoat. Something dies inside him at the sight but is restored by the theatrical sobbing of a Dupe. Jeez, he really is a ham, isn't he? "Vi, if he keeps that up, gag him." A middle finger is given from his Dupe but the frantic sobs didn't even pause. Impressed, Jamie moves on. "Shanny, Vi has the supply. Remember to tight high for deeper wounds. Direct pressure for smaller." Sloshing ahead, hand on the wall to steady himself as the ship begins to list, Madrox gives a hand down in the belly of the beast. Illyana carting the wounded up while Jamie puts his two years of EMT training to use. Stabilizing. Evaluating. Experience takes hold and he makes do with what he has on hand. Debris, mostly. Sleeves rolled up, hands bloody and water logged to the bones, Jamie puts in the work. "I'd give you a few hands, Rasputina but I'm a little stretched thin right now." That's no joke. He feels numb when spread this thin. Dozens of Dupes. It's going to be a rough time absorbing them all and making sense of the anarchy of so many memories. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug grips Illyana's arm, and pulls himself up. "Remember," he says to the others, "Work as a team! You can be a force multiplier for your other teammates if you know how to work with each other and not against each other. Focus on your task, listen to each other, and work together! Lone wolves starve!" He glances back at Illyana. "It never made me feel any better," He says, sotto voce, "But it makes sense." He grabs a Jamie who appears to have his wits about him. "*You*. Hand out life jackets." And other, "And you. Help people who need it onto the lifeboats! Where the heck is the crew!" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' The slanting of the decks provides too much of a barrier for some passengers, already toting life preservers or bedraggled in their night clothes, to bear. The sight of the ocean, so primordial and so unrelenting, gives a certain element of terror for them. When they have to navigate dark passageways with the cold seawater sloshing around their ankles or their knees, no wonder the fear grips their innards. For every lifeline to bring someone up to the railings, another five or ten exist underneath. "This is too slow," mutters Illyana, glancing at the lifeboats and the wave-wracked coast that turns to spume, marking at least -- one hopes -- a place she can imagine. If not, however many dozen digital projections are literally going to Limbo. "Shannon, Vi, can you cordon off the most immediate injuries? I'm taking the rest of the less or non-injured passengers out of here. Too many are going under if the ship gets any lower." With a quick spin and turn back to the raggedy lines making their way up to the deck, she gestures quickly at one of the Jamies wandering by. "Herd them together and tell me where to find you. Groups of ten to fifteen, it will be faster, da?" The darkness bubbles and hisses around them as she pulls out the blade, an easier focus for her to manage those brilliant portals weeping golden light from a fissure in the world's heart. Ephemeral fire leaks out from around the white-blue Souldsword, waving the thin sabre around like a baton. Maybe people will mistake it for a really fancy glowy stick from an emergency kit! "Everyone on the sun deck, get close together. You're about to be evacuated out." A kiss blown to the others and she flings the portal under the nearest mass of humanity. Presumably it's not to some barren desert island to have a really intersting game of Lord of the Flies or Survivor. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Thankfully, this was a simulation and Shannon had the luxury of learning on the job. It was one she was going to take full advantage of. Someone had to take charge initially to get the ball rolling, but she also had some fairly experienced teammates with her--something she was very grateful for right at the moment. While she's keeping one ear on Doug, she nods to Jamie OG, and offering him a grateful smile for that tidbit of knowledge. Well, at least she'd been on the right track. This was one she was going to have to pay a bit more attention to, with what appeared to be some good, solid training behind him--possibly an EMT in one of his many lives?      One cut on the old woman's arm is a bit on the deep side, whereas most of them were fairly minor. Grabbing a bandage from Vi, she ties it on just -above- the wound, and with enough pressure to slow the bleeding from there. As soon as the elderly woman's tended to, she flags down one of the Madri that seem to have their wits about them. "Get her to a lifeboat, would you?"      Calling out to Illyana, she gives her a thumbs-up. "You got it. Most of the worst are belowdecks, we need to go get them stabilized. Not sure how they'd do through Limbo. Could you get the less injured to safety, clear the decks for the rest?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     The sitrep Bean gets from Vi is succinct, as expected, and at least now he knows roughly what's going on and where everyone is. Next step? Coordination! And the key to coordination is communication.     A ping on everyone's phone is the only warning they get that technopath shenanigans have started to go on, as Bean fits the cheap bluetooth headset to his ear and broadcasts to his team. "Comms are now live. Please observe proper protocol. Will see about buying us some more time. Techno out."     And, so said, so delivered. Next Bean collars the 'Captain'. "Engineering support. What's the damage to the ship? How long until she founders, and is there anything we can do to buy ourselves a bit more time?" 

:'''{{#var:9031|Vi (9031)}} has posed:''' Vi fills in Samuel. "We're on a boat. It's sinking. I think. And people are hurt." Quite succinct indeed. She finishes tying off the broken leg and then there is another person there waiting to be treated. And another. And another. Vi may be used to having to rough it as far as medical care goes, but isn't used to anything on this sort of scale. She continues ripping up the coat into bandages, and when it's gone she pulls off her hoodie, revealing a t-shirt beneath, and does the same with the black garment. They are passed on to others. The quip from Jamie gets a quick smile from Vi, the older man doing a good job of keeping her spirits up. Vi rises as she finishes tying a bandage around the shoulder of one of the dupes. "Alright," she tells Illyana at the instruction to cordon people away so she can begin moving them to shore. "Please, there's room over here," she says. "Stay clear of the area here," she says, moving along and urging people back away from the area. As one Jamie ignores and tries to go past, he suddenly is pulled by an invisible force, or more accurately his pants seem to be as he's dragged on his feet back over to the younger woman. "That way," she insists, getting a cheeky grin from the dupe before he nods and moves off. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' A flicker flash announces the disappearance of the lesser wounded passengers. Civilians evacuated to the middle of a lovely shopping mall -- at least that's the intention -- can surely be seen to by a flotilla of fast food workers, fancy shop girls, and other assorted personnel. Illyana's portal goes both ways, after all, and allows her to fall right back through the vault of space to her original spot. How, exactly, the Danger Room handles this is a matter of interesting curiosity. Maybe she's just doing Kurt-style bamfing around while Warren deletes people off the screen. Next up, reappearing deeper into the ship with some direction from the Madroxites of varied elements to presumably find a target. Masses of people tossed off the ship, who knows, maybe the lack of human weight will serve as a means to slow a hulking metal ship. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "You know I never understood how your powers worked when you were interfacing with Danger Room holograms?" Doug says, as he looks up from his work organizing the passengers to help create an orderly exit from the ship. He's not shy about it, either, visibly grabbing hold of a Jamie who's just being too rough. "Remember," He says, into his communicator, "Your goal isn't to save the ship, you just want to delay its sinking long enough for everyone to get off--" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon feels her phone doing it's little buzzing dance in her pocket, and pops her little Bluetooth headset into her ear. "Nightingale here. Understood, thanks for the assist, Techno. Still got wounded belowdecks." It's a mercy that a few of the Madri are dealing with the well and truly seriously injured--as good as the first aid training has been so far, overall, she's only been here a few months and was starting to get a tiny bit frazzled. Illyana's intervention with her portals was definitely welcome as well, as was Vi's assistance setting broken bones, binding cuts, and being a very helpful pair of helping hands to tend to the injured. "As soon as they're stable, Vi, get them over to Doug so he can help evacuate them, please?" She smiled for a moment, allowing a brief burst of pride at how everyone's starting to play off of each other's strengths. Even on a sinking ship, sometimes things could go right. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     There's things to consider when Bean gets the information from the captain. Most importantly, he starts to calculate the time he's seen it take to launch the boats, the capacity of the boats, does a quick tally of everyone on deck, gets a souls on board from the Captain, and comes to a conclusion. No time. Not enough time. And she's settling port first, meaning the angle will soon make the boats on the starboard beyond their critical launch angle. At that point, they won't get everyone off without starting the emergency rafts overboard. And he has no intention of starting a panic.     With purpose, but without running, Bean walks towards the entrance to below decks, talking normally into his comms but making sure that he won't be overheard by passengers.     "Status update. Critical launch angle for starboard launch will be reached in about ten minutes. I plan on delaying that by another ten, but those boats need to be out by then. Someone tally passengers, get them to the boats starboard, and send everyone else port to start launching there. Critical time is about thirty minutes. Everyone still on board at that point is going out by raft only. I will be below, pumping seawater into the starboard fuel tanks to settle the ship. Be aware this means she will go down a few minutes faster. Techno, out." 

:'''{{#var:9031|Vi (9031)}} has posed:''' Vi helps with getting people to higher parts of the ship. The slow list causing the deck to have that small slant is alarming to her. She knows nothing about boats except what she saw of the freighter she stowed away on, but she doesn't think it's supposed to be tilting like that. Vi moves with another group of Jamies, ushering them to one of the life boats which is filling up and about to set underway. Just as they are about to set off, one of them grabs her and pulls her into the boat. "Women and children first!" he exclaims all nobly as the boat drops quickly towards the water. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' She listens, obviously, the best she can to the comm link in her uniform. Illyana's leaping through places and spaces presumably take her all around the room. Lights on, lights off. Who knows what it takes? Back and forth one can try to go, working at speed to gather up the needed. Illyana plows her way down the stairs to the deepest parts of the boat, hopeful that she might be able to recover those who need to be brought up at least to the deck. In this, at least, she can be trusted to be speedy. At least, then, Shannon can work on the last of the wounded and Doug shove the needy into the boats available to them. Her steady progress nibbles away at the numbers while she strategically herds who she can. "Come on, Jamies and others, off you go." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug obligingly passes the one of the last Jamies their handbag, and lets the lifeboat go. He stands on the deck, and straightens up, before he whistles the first view bars of 'Nearer My God, To Thee'. "In articulo mortis, Caelitus mihi vires..." He gives Illyana a sheepish look. "I think this's traditional when going down with the ship? 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Thankfully, between the concerted efforts of the Madri, Vi, Illyana, Bean, Doug, and herself, the vast majority of the injured seem to have made it to the lifeboats. But Shannon's got one more left, a child with a broken bone that, unfortunately, is poking through. She knows better than to try and straighten the break, and frowns. This was not one she wanted to move to the lifeboats.      Instead, she applies a splint improvised from the remains of a small table and some torn-up strips of the little tablecloth that had been atop it. "You're doing great," she reassures the frightened little girl. "You're so brave. I'll get this splint on you and then I have a friend that'll take you on a trip out of here, okay?"      As soon as the split is in place, and the little girl's lower right leg is immobilized, she taps her headset. "Illyana, I've got one down here that needs your help. Bad break, don't want to move her. Young child, maybe six or seven years old, cute as a button." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     The further down he goes, the worse things get. But soon enough Bean gets to well below the waterline, wading through the engineering spaces, tapping engineers on the shoulder and sending them up. No point in sticking around any longer. All except the two that won't go. He knows the kind. Respects them, and so they get a nod as he sets out the task and ends with a grin. "So, let's set this ship to rights, and then head up. Port side boats will have space left."     It takes five minutes.     When they're done, they're chest deep. Bean is just about neck deep. But the ship is upright again, creaking and groaning with the stress. A last look around, and he nods to the catwalks. "Nothing left we can do. Everyone out, let's go!"     They even give him a hand up, which was unexpected, but not unwelcome.     He passes the critical case on his way up, sending the engineers ahead, and checking as best he can that nobody is left further down. His phone is utterly waterlogged, and with it his comms had gone down, although the network is restored as he gets close enough to Shannon, where he kneels, smiling encouragingly at the kid but mouthing 'five minutes' to Shannon. The water is not too far behind him. "Don't suppose you know the words to 'Nearer my god, to thee'? 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' A wink: vanished. In those deep places invaded by cold seawater and grimy oil, the bilge slew percolating through floating luggage and awful amounts of debris must be handled. No lights in some spaces force the hellish nightmare down, breathing for air in pockets pressed to the ceiling and feeling the current pushing ever inwards as the ship succumbs to gravity and the siren song of the restless deeps. This, at least, would be what Illyana potentially experiences now and then. Why subject herself to it? Why feel her way by touch through those corridors seeking the desperate hands banging on walls? Bean is down there for one. Engineers going down with their ship or standing at their posts almost to the end echo stories of heroism and sorrow in the Atlantic and Pacific theatres, in Indian Ocean voyages and journeys no further than across a strait. The girl holds up her sword, slinking through the waters to hold open doors or offer a bright beacon of hope to... A rat? A floating Louis Vuitton bag? Really, who spends that much money on /luggage/? Whatever it is, the girl in need of help from Shannon and the rest will soon be found as she slogs through that numbing water that even leather and her typical armour is fairly resistant to. And so, and so, and so... "Hold on," she says and flings her hand out where that child is with Samuel and Shannon (one hopes) and the child. "Is there anyone left?" Sliding tongues of water creep ever higher as she sends them up to a lifeboat by transit through... maybe Limbo? Maybe spell-land variations thereof? Herself, sopping wet, grimly wringing her hair out a minute later. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods, and smiles to the little girl and Bean. "Just sing with us? Our friend will be here in a moment, and we'll be okay." Though her own voice quavers for a moment, it picks up strength to hopefully guide Illyana to them. "Or if, on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly..." Illyana, thankfully, has the timing of--well, of an angel, there in just the nick of time to pull the small group from the jaws of a watery death. "Keep your eyes closed and hold on tight, kiddo!" Yeah, the kiddo didn't need memories of Limbo haunting her dreams right along with rising waters on a sinking ship. Taking a deep breath, she looks around one last time, looking a bit grim. "If there's anyone left, I can't reach them now. Bean?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Are there people left? Not that he could feel. But, in that water, there is no way to track people by his usual means, all tech shorted or so soaked with water that even the hardiest of devices have given up. He passed doors he couldn't open, hallways he couldn't check without drowning. Are people left in those pockets? Possibly. Can they be saved by now, with the ship only a few minutes from going under? No. Absolutely not. So Bean gives the answer that people need to hear.     "No. There's nobody left."     His conscience isn't exactly clear to begin with. He can live with this deception, if it means bringing the team home. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:''' A girl has a right to be tired, to be done -- and the night sure is done, the session burning the midnight oil. Illyana closes her eyes and swampily heaves her way up the deck. Somewhere onto a boat, preferably without being asked to row so she can regain her equilibrium just a little longer. "After a shower," she says, "cocoa is definitely in order." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' As he watches the results of their efforts, Warren rubs a hand over his face... The mission has no parameters for how they all went above and beyond in this scenario. All he can do now is let them finish and then shut down the scenario, and return the Danger Room to normal - and give Madrox time to round himself up. He's not even sure how to grade this. Finally, he just jots down some information, and saves the scenario so he can come back down and scan it over again for proper grading. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Even the strongest in body and spirit would eventually reach the end of their rope. Right now, Shannon was at that point, as any sane being would be. This was going to be a night for cocoa, or for chamomile tea, following a hot shower and some music. Simulation or no, she would likely have some nightmares that evening herself. She'd had to face a few more of her inner demons, and push them aside to help others. Now, as she had been reminded so many times by her friends, it was time to take care of herself as well. Reaching back for Bean, she helps him make his way up to the deck, where both are able to make it to the boats in time.      Her lone, silky alto voice rings out in the night, with the sound of a familiar hymn, as the ship settled below the waves. "Dirige nos domine Ad augusta per angusta Sic itur ad astra Excelsior..." 
}}

10648/After-Party Conversation

2020-01-07T04:13:53Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2020/01/05 |Location=Xavier's - Kitchen |Synopsis=Warren and Terri return to the Mansion after Tony's party is interrupted, and have a quiet turn o..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/01/05
|Location=Xavier's - Kitchen
|Synopsis=Warren and Terri return to the Mansion after Tony's party is interrupted, and have a quiet turn of the New Year - 30 mins late.
|Cast of Characters=182,1386
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' After the disruption at the party, and the two of them being pressed into crowd control, Warren had called for his car service to pick him and Theresa up from the party. With it getting close to midnight, the chance of finding a restaurant that was open was nil. So, the decision was made to return to the mansion and they would raid the kitchen. After making it through the front door, Warren is frowning to himself as he heads to the fridge - his jacket back in service to cover Theresa's shoulders. "Well, that did not go as planned.." he admitted to her as he opened the door to look within to see what he can scrouge the pair up for dinner. What he may have had planned, he hasn't mentioned yet. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' "No, no it did not," Terri agrees as she sinks into one of the stool chairs that had been set up to line on the opposite side of the kitchen island where much of the cooking and prepwork actually happened. This place had become such a gathering ground in general that seating had become necessary. Leaning her elbow on the island she lets her fingers sink into her hair cradling her forehead with a long sigh. "I could have helped more, I know I could have, but... Don't need to be dragging attention to the school that way. At least we got some people out." Letting her hand drop away she watches Warren fish around in the fridge with a tired smile. "So do you show all your dates such exciting events?" It's a light tease meant to break some of the tense mood that she feels may have settled over them. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Warren think on this for a moment. "No, you did the right thing." he assures her finally. "Not that the attention won't be there, but there was a lot of civilians that needed help.. and I let .. that .. take a hold of the moment." She saw him turn blue, and those wings go to their more dangerous metallic form, after all. After looking around the fridge for a few moments, he hears her comment on the date and he laughs. "As if I have that many dates, Terri." he points out with a chuckle. "It's not as if my social calendar is always so filled up. But, I don't think we should be so ready to call it a night." And to make that point, he closes the fridge and reaches into his pocket to take out his phone. Thumbing through a few selections, he finds one he enjoys. Turning on the speaker, he sets the phone on the counter, and it starts to play the quiet first notes of a concert song, before picking up. ( https://youtu.be/6EoUAbODO34 ) "It's a few minutes til midnight, Terri." Even if the clock on his phone shows it's clearly 12:34 AM. "May I have the last dance of the old, and first dance of your New Year, Miss Cassidy?" 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy watche that near transformation with a small frown at the reaction. "Everyone reacts differently in the heat of the moment, Warren. But you acted. You didn't panic, or freeze, or join the stampede of people rushing out." Even if they did get swept up in it eventually. "Even if you might want to check your temper a bit." Another little tease as he turns to set the music going on his phone with an eyebrow slowly raising. When the offer to dance comes she gives a laugh and slides off the stool. The jacket is lightly shrugged off to remain behind as it was warm enough inside here. Her hand slides in his taking it as she setps closer with a quiet warning of, "I'll try not to step on your toes." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "I'll try not to knock over anything with my wings." Warren teases back, smiling as he feels Theresa press in close. His free hand settles on her side. "I didn't get a chance to tell you how gorgeous you looked tonight. Totally stood out." His smile is warm, his blue eyes mirthful with their brightness as he starts to spin her around the kitchen floor, his fingers moving to lace with hers on their interlocked hands, much as she had done to him at the party. "Dating is a hard thing to do, you know. Especially with my past and history, and issues." Warren admits as he bites on his lower lip in thought. "Not many people understand the things that happened and changed me. And fewer still are accepting of the fact that.. I have some semblance of control over it. I think at times, even my closest friends worry that I might lose control and let Death take over again." He smiles a bit. "I guess what I'm taking the long way to saying is that I'm glad you decided to take a chance to go out with me." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy moves along with the dance letting him lead as she follows best she can. Once the movements are set up at least she seems to match with them well enough. Only a few bumps of her toes against his and no outright stepping occurs. The hand not intertwined with his rests against his back lightly. "Ha, well, we've all got our problems, aye?" Her green eyes dip downward a little as she admits, "I grew up with a bunch of criminals. Knew it, just... they were family. I've gotten more than my fair share of chances over the years. Not hard to give others a chance, too." A little awkward clearing of her throat comes as she lets her attention lift back up to his face offering him a smile. "I'm not exactly perfect, either. I've... got a drinking problem. Anger problem. Most of the staff knows anyway," she adds with a little shrug. "It's a work in progress." Fingers tap against his side a moment before she adds, "Thank you for asking me out. Been ages since I've even gone on a date. And you looked rather dashing in your attire this evening, too." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "I saw a beautiful woman, that I know little about and I want to know more about. Even if I may have to put up with your father giving me looks about it." Warren says with a chuckle. "Especially if we decide that this is going to be more than one date. If you'd let me." he adds bravely, his fingers brushing against the sequined side of her dress. "I know you're not perfect. Neither am I. But I did enjoy your company tonight. And I'd like to again, even if I'm not ready for this night to be over." The song starts to near the end, and Warren gives a chuckle. "I think this is where we start the countdown?" comes the playful question. "Ten..." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy snorts faintly at mention of her father with an upward roll of her eyes. "He avoids me like the plague. Remind him too much of Ma." The rest of what he says though earns a slow spreading smile in return from her. When he begins the countdown she ducks her head down closer to his chest with a little laugh. "All right," she agrees with a tip of her head lifting back up toward him. At least now she was smiling, genuinely and with mirth, over how the evening was apparently ending. Mock countdown and all. "Nine," she chimes in only to take a smidge of a step closer as she tucks in against his chest. "I think it's safe to say there'll be a second date," she assures, and then as the next number ought to be counted she gives a laugh. The hand laced in his wriggles free to instead reach up to brush her fingertips against his cheek. "Never was good at waiting." Which is precisely why she doesn't bother to wait as she leans in to press her lips against his. Soft, warm, and just enjoying that first kiss of the New Year. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' When she says there's going to be a second date, Warren's smile is infectious. "I promise no supervillains from other worlds interrupting. Eig..." He never gets a chance to finish the countdown thanks to Theresa's boldness as his mouth is pressed to hers. It's a warm, soft kiss, as his hands slide around her to pull her in as he enjoys the kiss - and yes, he does try to deepen it between the pair. And he's not going to be the first to give up on the kiss in this case. She's worth waiting for and he's going to enjoy it with her. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy is the one that inevitably withdraws if only to take a deeper breath with a quick glance cast toward the door suspiciously. "Maybe that's it for the evening... Given the location," she points out. Last thing either of them needed was a student walking in with the midnight munchies. And surely they were likely having some sort of celebration of their own in the mansion. They always did. A bit red-faced she looks back with a light clearing of her throat. "So then, Mr. Worthington. I believe we had sandwiches to finish off?" 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Chuckling, Warren steps back just slightly, but takes Theresa's hands in his own. "Wouldn't want rumors about us getting out yet." he teases. "Though I'm sure if there wasn't the interruption with what happened, some social beat reporter would have been looking for a scoop on who I was out with." Being a known socialite billionaire blue blood - and a mutant - has it's own complications. Though at her request and subject change, Warren takes up his phone after releasing Theresa. "I'll introduce you to my version of the Dagwood!" he says as he opens the fridge to start to get out ingredients. "Though I hope our next date will actually involve a dinner prepared by someone else that I pay for." 
}}

10555/Teachers Have to Cram Too

2019-12-28T01:51:17Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/12/28 |Location=Kitchen - Xavier's School |Synopsis=Warren interrupts Theresa while she's grading papers. He makes ramen and conversation, and..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/12/28
|Location=Kitchen - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Warren interrupts Theresa while she's grading papers. He makes ramen and conversation, and they discuss their upcoming date.
|Cast of Characters=1386,182
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' While the kitchen often saw those come and go that were intending to actually cook, it saw an equal amount of those looking to satiate their hunger with a quick bite. Or in Theresa's case, find a snack to help her focus on the stack of papers she had currently dropped on one of the counters to take a break from her 'office' at the same time. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail in which she'd stuck a pen that she may have forgotten about as she nurses a mug of coffee, and lifts the papers in search of the pen in question. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Warren is more heard arriving in the kitchen at first, as his voice sounds out in the foyer leading to the kitchen. "Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah.. Someone's in the kitchen, I-know-oh-oh. Someone's in the kitchen with Dinaaaah, Playing on the old banjo!" Entering the kitchen, Warren's carrying a brown bag loaded with groceries. Dressed in a cable knit sweater, blue jeans and loafers, he looks like he just stepped out of a casual male magazine. When he notices Theresa, he gives a little whistle. "Hey you!" he greets warmly. "I didn't expect anyone else in the kitchen, was just coming down to make a bite to eat. Didn't expect company, but not gonna complain about it. How's your day been, other than well.." a gesture to the stack of papers. "That far behind, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy lifts her head to glance in the direction of the singing with a bemused grin creeping over her. When it's Warren that steps in she really can't help but chuckle. "Somehow I never quite thought of you as such a domestic type, Warren. Not that I mind. You make some rather tasty biscuits." Her cup of coffee is raised in salute only to let out a sigh at the mention of papers. Dropping her gaze back down again she merely nods. "That's the problem with the art 'history' portion of the lesson plans. I'll be the first to admit it can be really dull to read about after the fifth or seventh time. I'm aiming to get it sorted before New Years, though," she assures quickly only to pause. "If you still want the company at that party, at least?" There's only the smallest hint of uncertainty there. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "See, that's the thing with teaching flight instruction. My classes are generally small and focused, and I can literally grade on the fly." Yes, Warren totally went there as he moves over to where the pots are kept and starts to root around. "I'm going to make some ramen. Want to share?" he asks, pulling out a stalk of bok choy to set aside as he gets some other ingredients out. There's a brief frown as she mentions whether or not he still wants to have company at the party. "You know, I may have sounded like I was teasing when I asked you out, but when you said yes, I took it at face value. If you want to go, I would be glad to have you on my arm. Furthermore, I would /love/ to take you out." he shrugs his shoulders, his wings moving with him. "You've been pretty cool since you've been here, and you are very attractive." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' "Didn't mean any offense. Just figured if you were just joking-" Terri pauses in trying to stumble over an apology to just watch Warren as he works on gathering ingredients. A single deep breath is drawn and she shifts her weight back to stand fully instead of half hunkering over the counter. Running her hand back over her hair--And subsequently finding the pen she'd lost there--She frowns thoughtfully herself before letting out that breath. "Flatterer." Terri offers a teasing smile of her own toward him. "How could I refuse such a generous offer from a handsome man? Yer still getting me a dress, though. Black tie is not something I've had reason to do before." Chuckling she adds, "Ramen sounds good. I could go for a bite of something, honestly." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "You made it a requirement, it shall be done." Warren laughs lightly at that as he sets out the ingredients and finds a pot to start working in. First up, making a nice vegetable broth. "Do you know what type of dress you want, or should I just lend you a card and let you treat yourself for a shopping trip?" Since he assumes she wouldn't want him along while she shops. "And of course, a dress will require shoes. And a matching handbag. Accessories. Oh, and hairstyle, or course." he points out to her. "Could make a day of it really." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy taps the pen against the counter pausing only to make a quick swipe at one of the papers before sliding it aside to the one below it. "I don't actually require that. I mean, I was kind of joking when I said that, but I kind of mean it too I guess in that I don't have anything specific for such a gathering. I'm not agreeing just for that though. In case you think that," she mumbles toward the end with a little guilty tone. "Not trying to take advantage. If I'd been raised a proper Cassidy, I'd have had more experience with... Och, nevermind." "I might need some advice on what's suitable. Besides, it sounds as if you've got an idea in mind already," she points out with eyebrows raising a bit. Even as he rattles on about what she needs she edges closer to get a better look at what he's preparing. As well as to just close the distance between them to be a bit more personable. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Theresa, if I thought you were doing it for a new dress, I'd just tell you to get a new dress and be done with it. I just think you should be spoiled a little. You work hard around here from what I've seen." he shrugs his shoulders. "I don't have any ideas, really. I don't know what you like. But that's what dates are for, right? To learn about each other and spend some time dancing and trying not to step on each others toes." Offering an easy smile, once the broth gets going, Warren adds in the bok choy he had chopped up and shitake mushrooms. "Like my cooking." he adds. "I've lived alone for a while now when I'm not in school. And while I could hire a chef? I find it liberating to you know.. learn to make the dishes I like for myself. Though I admit at first, it left a lot of nights where I was eating mac and cheese after throwing away ruined dinner." he admits with a laugh. "What type of things do you like to eat?" He does notice the closed distance and his smile is encouraging to her. "Pass me that pack of noddles, will you?" 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy glances to the side where he'd set the groceries before to search out the noodles requested. "Fair enough then. So long as that bit's sorted." Her rummaging comes up with the pack which she tosses in hand a single time before offering over. "Ah, the usual stuff. Pizza, burgers, kebabs, fried fish. Chips. I admit I don't have the healthiest diet. It's usually quick cook items or what I grab on the go. I do try to eat at least a few salads a week. Soups and stews, too." "I guess that's not very specific. I don't cook much myself though I probably ought to learn how to properly." She pauses to consider, then declares, "I can make a full English breakfast though." Grinning wryly she shakes her head. "This isn't the sort of ramen I've seen before, either. More vegetables and less instant powder mix. I'm impressed." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Warren looks thoughtful as he eyes a pot with saltwater just starting to boil and opens the pack of noodles to add to the boiling water. "Ah, the college student diet." There's amusement in his tone, then considers. "What's one thing that you would want to try?" he inquires of her. "I mean meal wise, we could come up with all sorts of things to try." Teasing her again, he adds some sauce for broth and then continues. "I will have to find out what need to do to earn a full English breakfast from you." A grin as he moves between the two pots with an easy grace, stirring and mixing as needed, his wings tucked in closely to give more room. "One of the things I miss about the metal ones." he admits. "They'd become as small as a backpack. But I'm used to needing to make extra room. I'll just have to mind my room when dancing with you." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy leans against the counter to both stay out of the way and keep an eye on the prep work he's doing. Even if he's cautious about his wings there's no need for her to impede his work. Besides, she was getting hungrier watching this meal start to take form. "Aye, pretty much a college diet. I don't think I quite outgrew that. I probably eat healthier here than elsewhere." As for the meal... She can only shake her head a little. "I'll have to put some thought to that. It'd be nice to try something new, defintely." Before she can say something more her phone starts to go off with an alarm which earns a little sigh from her. "Sorry, I promised I'd talk to one of the students tonight for a bit." The bubbling pot is eyed forlornly. "Rain check?" 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Rain check." Warren agrees, glancing at the traitorous phone with a stern look. "Saved from my flirting by the bell." Chuckling, he works on finishing the ramen. "Tell you what. I'll leave you some in a bowl in the fridge with your name on it. You can heat it up later. Deal?" 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy scoops up the stack of papers to tuck beneath her arm preparing to make her leave. The offer of saving her a bowl causes her to pause. "That would be grand, Warren, thank you." Again she hesitates. Then without warning she steps in close rising up on her toes to press a quick peck to his cheek before darting back a step, and whirling to stride for the door. "We'll chat later!" 
}}

10551/Central Park Greetings

2019-12-27T18:41:15Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/12/27 |Location=Central Park, Manhattan |Synopsis=Warren goes for a walk in Central Park and Riana ruins an attempted mugging! |Cast of Charac..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/12/27
|Location=Central Park, Manhattan
|Synopsis=Warren goes for a walk in Central Park and Riana ruins an attempted mugging!
|Cast of Characters=182,9154
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' It had been a white Christmas in New York, but with the weather as it is, who knows how long that will really last. But with it now being a couple of days after Christmas, life is starting to return to a semblance of normal, except for those that are going through the preparations for the New Year. The crews are working on setting up for the fireworks on New Years Eve, while most people are working on getting from to or fro, or just enjoying the park. Warren Worthington falls into the last category. Just wanting to enjoy the grandeur of the park on a winter's day, it's impossible for him to hide his mutation. He could use a holoemitter, but a long time ago he decided to embrace what he was. The snow white techno-organic wings on his back rise from the long overcoat that he wears. A scarf is around his neck, with his blonde hair on display. A warm sweater covers his torso, with blue jeans and boots completing the ensemble. He's just meandering at the moment, taking his gloved hands out of his pockets as he walks. 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:'''      Not everyone who was different was as open about it. Really, looking around, anybody could be a mutant, and one would not necessarily be the wiser. But really, should it matter, when all one wanted to do was enjoy the clear, beautiful day in Central Park?      One such soul was in an open area off to one side, where she could practice in peace. A 5' long bo staff rests against a tree nearby, and the titian haired woman was apparently working through some katas. She is dressed fairly lightly for the weather, in a dark green hoodie, dark blue jeans, and black leather boots. In deference to her exercise, her hair is tied back in a ponytail. Oh no, there would be no losing her in the snow, with that hair, and those... freckles. Her movements are sharp, quick, and sure, but her katas are devoid of the shouts one might hear in a dojo, so that others could enjoy the park in peace around her. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' And it would just be a normal day, if two thugs hadn't decided to intervene. Warren would have surely noticed the redhead (a weakness) and struck up a conversation with her, but alas, the thugs.. well. They move to intercept Warren, one of them stopping him. "Hey Buddy, spare a dollar for a cup of joe?" he asks. Warren raises a brow and shakes his head. "Sorry, not today.." "Nuh-uh, pretty boy. Hand over the rolex and the wallet." While thug one was distracting Warren, the second one has moved around behind the mutant and drawn a pistol, pushing it against Warren's back. There's a small erp from Warren, and he frowns. "Come on guys, you don't want to do this..." he rumbles, wings flicking in agitation. "Shut it, wings, before we baste you in bar-be-que sauce." So that's why Warren never got to introduce himself to Riana first. 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:'''      It only takes a moment for Riana to notice the trouble at hand, a frown creasing her brows. Easing out of her kata, she picks up her staff and just ambles over as casually as can be. "Gentlemen... what seems to be the trouble?" Her voice is quiet, deadly, and her movements oddly restrained. While it looks as if she works out, she certainly doesn't have the overly muscular physique that a bodybuilder might, and for all outward appearances, looks as if she could be an easy target for the thugs.      Yet, she speaks with all the calm of storm preparing to unleash its fury, her sage green gaze moving intently from one would-be attacker to the next. "Why not let him go, he's done no harm to anyone." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Why don't you mind your own business, girlie." The thug behind Warren snaps in irritation, glancing at the girl. "Unless you want to handover your wallet, too." The thug in front of Warren frowns, "Hand over the goods already!" The blonde glances over to the redhead, lifting his brow as he sizes her up in thought, before offering to her, "You got the one in the front?" he asks her. She better, because the wings snap down suddenly on the man with the gun at his back, and the thug lets out a scream. "MY HAND!" he cries out. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Warren shows just a hint of a blue palor. "Judging you unworthy." he growls. 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:''' Riana Mackenzie nods to Warren, her brows arching at that unusual blue tinge to his skin. Taking one step around, she now faces the thug in front. Very simply, very calmly, she reaches out and grips the front of his shirt, hauling him up in the air and holding him there. It appears to take her very little effort, and she just stares the thug down. "I'd suggest you take your friend and leave. Quickly. Nod if you understand." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' The guy hefted off the ground blanches, fear in his eyes as he looks down at the redhead. "Freaks! All of you. Freaks!" he screams in a panic, but he's nodding. He gets the hint. He gets it big time. Warren releases the hand of the other thug from his wings, and the crushed gun clatters to the ground. One can only imagine the shape of the man's hand as he's mewling in pain. As soon as Riana sets down her thug, he'll grab her buddy to run off. Not that they'll get far, as the screams have already attracted the attention of the mounted NYPD patrol. 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:''' Riana Mackenzie sets the thug down on the ground. "Good. Now, get out." There is the barest hint of a flinch as she is called a freak. Just before she releases her hold on the erstwhile attacker, she looks him straight in the eye. "A true 'freak' is the one that has no regard for humanity in -all- its forms. Now, go." Letting the thug go, she steps back and brushes herself off a bit. Glancing back at Warren, she allows herself a lopsided half-smile. "It might be prudent for both of us to be elsewhere when the police get here," she remarks. "I hope you weren't hurt in all that?" 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' The thugs aren't gonna stay around for the lecture and question and answer part of this meeting. Though Warren chuckles as he hears Riana's comment and gives her a swift smile. "Oh, are you a dangerous woman?" he asks her teasingly when she suggests vamoosing from the area. "I'm fine. But let me repay you. Is there someplace I can carry you?" he asks, unfurling his wings fully. Whether of not she's recognized him by now is not important, after all. "Buy you lunch?" 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:''' Riana Mackenzie quirks her brows, chuckling lightly. "I can be, but prefer not to be. Except perhaps to lunch. Then be afraid." Holding out her right hand, she inclines her head. "Riana Mackenzie. And you are...?" Wait. Did he just offer to -fly- with her? She blanches slightly, considering this for a moment, but says nothing about it. "There's no way those can be real, is there?" 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Accepting the hand, there's a chuckle. "I don't mind a girl with a healthy appetite." he admits, before adding. "Warren Worthington, III." comes the offer of greetings, and then he chuckles warmly. "Afraid of flying? Might want to be more afraid of my flirting." Releasing her hand, he finishes the tease and flourishes the wings, spreading them out fully. "They're as real as the rest of me, but you can find out about that later." 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:''' Riana Mackenzie laughs and shakes her head. "My heart's already spoken for, I'm afraid, but I'm glad to meet you, Warren." She glances briefly in the direction the thugs fled, and lets out a small sigh. "I wonder if there will ever be a world where everyone can be so open as you are." Indeed, he did seem to be quite a flirt, but it didn't seem to bother Riana in the least. Instead, she simply cracks her neck a little, and offers a smile. "Know any good spots for lunch around here? I haven't been in Bushwick but a month or so." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Ah well. It is always good to meet someone that is willing to help someone in distress though, and I would still like to show my gratitude." Warren offers with a warm smile. But he does tone down the flirting just slightly. "As for that..." he looks to were the thugs went and shakes his head. "There's always going to be bigorty, I fear, Riana. As long as people are different." But the thought of lunch snaps him back to the here and now. And he didn't miss out on her mentioning Bushwick. A high probablity that she's a mutant. "You ever have lunch at the Tavern on the Green before?" 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:''' Riana Mackenzie shakes her head and grins. "Not yet. That and Times Square on New Year are on my bucket list." She glances down at her hoodie and jeans, and frowns. Tavern on the Green was supposed to be a pretty posh, elegant place. Was she even dressed for the occasion? "That place is supposed to be an area legend, with a really long history behind it." Nodding slowly, she sighs lightly again. "It's that bigotry that keeps me silent to my own kin. I don't think they'd love me any less if they knew, but I'd rather not make them a target." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. And it looks like you've been working out. But let me do this. Give me your number, and I'll have the Tavern send you a gift card so you and your beau can spend a dinner on me. You can tell him it's your idea." Warren gives her a coy little smile, and then shakes his head. "I've been a publically known mutant for a while. Hard to own a business and be a mutant at the same time, especially if it's been in your family for generations." 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:''' Riana Mackenzie chuckles, shrugging. "I don't think I could deceive him like that. Those hellfire eyes would probably see right through me anyways. I'll be honest about the source." Oh, my. Is that a blush suffusing those befreckled cheeks? "That's pretty nice you're able to keep up the family business like that and be so open. I hope to open my own dojo one day, but who knows if I'd ever have any students, if they knew." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Hmm." Warren considers. He has her name, it wouldn't be much to do some checking on the woman to see about her life and credit and such. "Anyplace in mind that you want your dojo?" he asks her curiously. If he noticed the blush, he's made sure not to mention it. "Anyway, I should let you get back to your training. As you said, you can pass easily.. me? Not so much." he chuckles softly. "Though I doubt I'd have much of an issue. Money tends to overlook mutancy at times." With that, he's preparing to take off. 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:''' Riana Mackenzie slips a small notepad and a pen from her hoodie pocket; apparently, she hasn't gotten around to any calling cards of a sort. Either that, or she appreciates doing things the old-fashioned way. Jotting down her number, she takes the piece of paper and offers it to Warren. "Haven't an idea in mind, though some parts of Brooklyn would probably be a very bad idea. I was looking around the area and that's actually how I ran into Remy." She shrugs, and glances around the immediate area. "This wouldn't be such a bad area around here, but I can imagine that's going to take a while to work up to." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Taking the paper, Warren glances at it, and when she mentions Remy, his brow rises. Apparently he knows the name. "I'll have to see what I can do." He gives her a smile. And to prove that those wings work, Warren rises into the air and then takes off to the skies above. 
}}

10537/Christmas Cookies!

2019-12-25T09:45:26Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/12/24 |Location=Kitchen - Xavier's School |Synopsis=Cookie making and decorating was interrupted with the arrival of several people and some r..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/12/24
|Location=Kitchen - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Cookie making and decorating was interrupted with the arrival of several people and some rising tensions that were kept in check in the holiday spirit.
|Cast of Characters=182,1386,8765,128,22,278,221
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' There is a wonderful smell that's wafting out from the kitchen of the Institute. With his wings tucked behind him, Warren is pulling out a fresh batch of gingerbread cookies to set out on the counter. Not only are they gingerbread cookies, but if one were to get a close look, they're currently in the midsts of being decorated like certain members of the faculty, though Warren was careful not to use their X-costumes. There's music as well, lively Christmas tunes that have more of a hip-hop lean to them as he works on setting down a fresh cookie sheet and laying out the little gingerbread people on it, though he pauses to glance at a couple, and moves them about. "Sorry Scott," he offers up in a teasing manner, "Putting you too close to Jean there will inevitably end up with the pair of you being fused together.' 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Christmas was not Terri's favorite time of year. With her family problems it made it rather... Lonely. It was a trying time for her, and she'd mostly holed up in her room trying to avoid temptations that often came with the season. Unfortunately, she still needed things like food, and PB&J did not always cut it. The smell from the kitchen helps lure her out even if she finds herself cringing internally at the music being played. When she comes in to see Warren decorating little XMen gingerbread, she can't help but snort with laughter. Clapping a hand over her mouth she grins broadly at the winged mutant. "All right, this was worth getting out of bed for." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      While Warren is going the gingerbread cookie route, Shannon has opted for something a little different. Often neglected and overlooked on the cookie tray is the humble sugar cookie, and this is what she's chosen to bake in plenty. Hers are cut in the shapes of little snowflakes, and as the gingerbread is coming out of the oven, her trays full of cookies are just going in. Unlike Warren, though, Shannon's wings move back and forth in time with the beat of the music, a fairly reliable barometer of her moods. She's got a piping bag with a narrow tip and some white frosting ready, along with pale blue sugar sprinkles for decoration.      "Those look heavenly," she remarks, her lips quirking upwards in a smile. "Impressive job on the decorating." Theresa gets a big smile and she waves over to her, chortling. "Hey there!" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna came in through the side door, her arms loaded up with various bags and wrapped gifts in various blues, silvers, and whites. She looked breathlessly about, grinning from ear to ear. "So who's ready to lose everything to me in playing dreidel games?" She called, the door closing shut behind her magnetically. She glanced about, her gaze falling to the cookies and Warren's presence in the kitchen. She inhaled and exhaled once. "Oh those smell good." She caught sight of Theresa then, and shrugged once. "I got gifts for people if anyone wants them." She set everything down with a clattering sound and stretched her arms over her head. Bundled up as she was, the green haired mutant clearly did not come from tramping around in Westchester. Her boots and all were clear and free from snow or damp. "They're fresh from Genosha!" 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' When Theresa arrives, Warren shoots her a swift and warm smile as he moves to place the cookies in the oven. "Now, bake, my peers, baaaaaaaaake!" he exclaims as if casting a spell, then turns his attention fully to the redhead. "I have enchanted you into my lair, and now, you must... feast! Muhahaha!" After a momentary pause, he adds. "You hungry? I got the pan of misfit cookies over there.." he gestures to a cookie pan that has broken cookies on it. "Accidentally dropped the pan. Totally not five second ruled." Then there's another new arrival. "Hey there, Princess. Gifts for anyone that wants them? How nebulous. How curious.." Peering over at the pile, the wings on the mutant flick just slightly as he moves to turn down the music. "Everyone here knows Shannon, right?" And after a flicker of amusement, he adds, "No relation." "And anyone is welcome to decorate. I'm just the baking machine. Stirring and sifting, and mixing my way through the day." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy gives a little shake of her head at everything unfolding in front of her. For just a moment she has a lost sort of look, distant and sad... then she shakes it off. Now was not the time to be all emo about her upbringing. "Always wondered how to play with a top," she responds to Lorna with a chuckle. Shannon's own contribution of sugar cookies is regarded thoughtfully as she grins toward the younger mutant. Then Warren pushes the cookies into the oven causing her to wince just a bit and glance askance at Lorna. Its immediately dispelled and she shakes her head as she makes a beeline for the fridge. "Might be needing some milk to go with all these cookies. And before I start making jokes that are decidedly not American humor. Really, the lads over in Scotland have no chill what so ever." A little cluck of her tongue is given as she starts to just relax some. "I suppose I ought to give it a go. Decorating I mean. I'm the art history teacher. Should do something with that." The discarded misfits are eyed. "War survivors?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon grins right back at Theresa, looking about to say something else when... oh, dear. It looked like Lorna had her hands full, so she scampers on over to lend a hand. There's a smudge of flour on her nose but who cares? It's all in the name of good fun, and good food! 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna shrugged once more, "For whoever wants it, because while I did try to remember everyone who works here.. or needs a gift 'cause the holidays can suck.. I don't remember everyone. I don't work here. Don't worry about the gifts Shannon, I'll heft them over to where ever they belong in a minute." She drawled, and grinned as she moved further into the kitchen, her coat unzipped and hanging open as she went for the discarded cookie try and promptly swiped one for herself to gnaw on. A glance was spared for Theresa. "How much eggnog have you had already? Because if its none, then we should have some. I could heat some up if you want.." She drawled, and grinned and took another bite from the cookie. Her gaze swung briefly toward Shannon and Warren and she arched a brow upward. "Uh huh. Sure. I bet you're all secretly related, just like my family issues.." She muttered, her voice dry and only vaguely amused. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Lorna, I couldn't even try to top your family issues." While amused, Warren's tone also carries a tone of sympathy with it. "Anyway, help yourself to the decorating, Theresa. Love to see what you come up with. And if we're going with the eggnog, count me in." The cookie tray is looked at and Warren makes a long suffering noise. "They didn't survive the journey from oven to counter, sadly. But they make perfect test subjects for tasting. But also try Shannon's sugar cookies. They're as sweet as she is." Now that the cookies are in the oven, Warren is cleaning off his hands on his apron before he makes his way over to join Theresa in the decorating department. "So you're the art teacher now? That mean you're back for good?" A hint of hope may be in his tone to the question for the redhead woman. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' "Oh gawd, at least I know exactly who I'm related to and aren't. Don't begrudge you that, Lorna. Da kept it in his pants pretty well..." Terri pauses, wincing. "Did not need that mental image come t'think of it. Might need some nog, yes." A wry grin is flashed to the green haired mutant as she pulls out a jug of milk, and nog with a little sigh. "Just one glass. Keep me to that, yeah?" It's set out on the counter before she approaches the fallen cookie heroes to regard them. One is already stolen off the tray to nibble on when Warren comes beside her with that question. A faint grin is given, along with a nod. "Yeah, I am. Tryin' not to keep running off from my problems. Not that this place was a problem, just..." A little shrug is offered up helplessly. "Seems problems follow me, yeah?" Mostly her own causing. She was woman enough to admit it. "But it's good to be home. So then. Nog and biscuits, and I think I saw some cheese and olives in there if we get tired of sweets. Though I will be sure to try yours as well, Shannon. Haven't yet had something of yours I didn't like." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' The greenette shrugged and waved a hand at the comment about her family issues. "I dunno, right now my father is nearing a hundred years old and looks like he's fifty. I'm sure there's always room for it to get even worse." She drawled, and smirked at Theresa's horrible mental image. "I've had worse. For example earlier this year my father sent Rogue perfume." She arched a brow. "Now you all get to suffer with me on that." She added, moving to get a glass so she could have some eggnog with the various sweets being handed out. "Anyways, I figured I would stop by on my way over to Roberto's, wish everyone a happy whatever and all." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "We'll have to exchange stories sometime, Theresa. I'm sure it can be worse." That's Warren's response as he works on the cookies. As Lorna speaks up and mentions Roberto. "I heard a little about that. I know I have not given an official stance on Worthington Industries yet... but if Genosha needs pharmaceuticals, I would not deny those in need." he offers to her quietly. An olive branch of an offer, at least? 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' "Ooh la la. Thought you and 'Berto were hitting it off, Lorna. Luck with that," Terri offers to the green headed mutant with a grin. She pauses in nibbling on a cookie long enough to let Warren make his offers for Genosha as she knew darn well how important that was to the woman. Instead she occupies herself with carefully gluing a few of the broken XMen cookies together with icing so that they look amusing. Like the Colossus with his hand on Logan's butt. It's the first of her travesties to come. "Mmsho, about that eggnog..." Comes mumbled around her half-eaten cookie hanging out of her mouth. Hands dust on her side, ignoring the fact that unlike Warren and Shannon she didn't have an apron and so she ends up with sugary prints on her pants, and she turns to snag a glass for herself. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna coughed lightly, and shrugged, "Thank you Warren, that means a lot to me actually. We need new businesses to come in and work with people.. Other than Lex Corp.." She muttered with a grimace. Her green eyed gaze swung back toward Theresa and she grinned. "We're hitting it off not officially yet.. his PR team hasn't released anything. And he's still not open to having business ties to Genosha. Not so long as he thinks my father is busy playing dictator. So.. he's well.. it's complicated. He's not 'in bed' with Genosha business wise.. but personally." She grinned, and took a sip of the eggnog. "Man this needs some rum.." She drawled, shaking her head as she watched Theresa make her cookie monsters. Her frame leaning against the side of the counter top. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark has a way of arriving somewhere as if he did it all the time. He belongs wherever he currently IS. At least, he thinks so, even if the rest of the world is //often// baffled by it. And so Tony is now at the mansion: simple as that. Technically to drop off a few things, but that's now done, and being babysat by one of his assistants. So now, Tony's kitchen-bound, and this is 'normal'. As if all the people staring at him weren't anything to notice. He takes stares as he always does: with a quick smile and friendly manner, entirely shameless. He's in a suit as always, though this is not an armored one, but a comfortable winter attire. "Rum?" comes Tony's question as he arrives through the kitchen doorway, virtually swanning in. Tony is never, ever, subtle. "Ooo. With cookies. I was expected," Tony observes, already attempting to snare one, with the steamrolling momentum of the arrival of the charismatic force of Stark. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Royal coronations tend to lead to royal weddings at some point." Warren quips, but offers Lorna a warm smile. "It'll be something that I can discuss with you later, or with your father if you want." he shrugs his shoulders. "Though it's no rush - I still have to take up the issue with the board and let them vote on it." The eyeroll is audible in that comment. Glancing over at the cookies, Warren smirks at Theresa's artwork. "That will certainetly get attention." comes the innocent comment about her ColossusXLogan cookie. Taking his own eggnog, he draws from it and nods in his agreement. "Definetly needs some spicing up. At least make it leaded." And that is when Tony arrives, and Warren's blonde brow rises. "Take a wrong turn, or did the smell of cookies draw you from the business you had, Tony? Been a while." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy lifts a finger to wag in Lorna's direction. She was busy chugging down that thick concoction and needed time to come up for air. With a satisfied little gasp she slams her cup down adding, "Pretending it does. Pretending reeeeally hard," she explains with a wry grin. "No harm in being personally in bed with Berto. You both deserve some good there." After saying this she glances off toward Shannon. "Ah... Figuratively speaking?" Yeah, no, there was no recovering from that. Thank god for the distraction that is Tony Stark. "Speaking of rich boys. Aye, there's plenty of cookies. Warren's been baking away." The redhead smooshes another head on a broken cookie creating some sort of two headed cyclops. At least he has two eyes now? "So what was this about betting with a dreidle?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna colored faintly at Warren's words, "My father wants Roberto dead, I doubt that would go over well." She murmured and nodded at the mention of bringing it up with the board and having a vote. She sighed, but got it. The offer, the promise of working to try to help Genosha was better than she'd gotten from most people or businesses. "Thanks Warren." Her focus shifted briefly toward Theresa, and she shook her head, laughing softly. As Tony Stark came striding in, she blinked, and arched a brow. "Yeah, I was complaining about the lack of it in the eggnog. It's not real eggnog without rum." She drawled, "But this is a school and all. So.." She shrugged, "What brings you about Tony? The Avengers Mansion not busy enough this time of year?" 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' "Wrong turn? Come on now, say it with me: 'Tony is always right'," Tony immediately fires back at Warren, and, cookie in hand, crosses to offer a warm handshake to the other obnoxiously rich man in the room. "It /has/. You're coming to my New Years' soiree, aren't you? Bigger than last year. Of course. Though that's difficult, I'm a hard person to one-up, even by me," Tony humble-brags, attempting to land a friendly follow-up pat at Warren's shoulder. Tony's multi-tasking: the X-man cookie he found of Phoenix is lacking an arm now. "These are Worthington originals?" Tony asks, but then looks over the interesting art form that Theresa has added. "Raising the rating, I see. Isn't this a school?" Tony wonders, amused, following Lorna's comment about eggnog being rumless. "Please keep it up: whatever you've done here has helped keep Deadpool off of our doorstep. So: appreciated." "It's always busy; tis the season for charity," Tony answers Lorna's shrug. "Spreading my holiday cheer here and there, Ms. Dane. Besides, you have quality snacks; always a pleasure to stop by." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "She's using the cookies that will never see the light of day - banished forever to our stomaches." Warren responds glibly. "So they're X-Rated cookies? Maybe?" That is a smile that is offered when Tony makes the offer on the party. "Oh, I will totally make it a point to be there. But it would be so passe to show up alone..." Tapping his fingers as he hears the oven ding, letting him know the latest batch of cookies is done, he steps away from Theresa to retrieve them. "Besides the cookies and baking we're doing - Shannon's over there working on sugar cookies, we were discussing business ventures in Genosha." he offers with a shrug, before he glances to Theresa as he sets the cookies down to cool. "Theresa, you free to come with me to a New Years soiree? Tony promises it'll be his best yet." 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' It is Christmas Eve and Roberto got off work early. Meaning, a bit before dusk. In fact he was pretty much the last one to leave DCI New York offices. Still, not too late! And no work tomorrow. Theoretically. Maybe. He better turn off the cellphone. But not yet, because he is talking. And for once, it is not business. "Yes, I know I am technically dating the daughter of my old teacher... no, it is not that funny," pause, "yes, amusing mutant drama, better than soap operas." Roberto opens the kitchen door, and spots Lorna. "Adeus mum, see you soon," he finishes, glancing at the gathered mutants and friends. "Merry Christmas Eve," he offers, flashing a smile to Theresa, then focusing on Lorna, sliding close. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy holds up the piping bag she'd purploined to start making cookie monstrocities with the broken ones. "I have to uphold my responsibility as art teacher. Where's a Beast one? I need to make Krampus." A dab of frosting is taken off the bag tip onto her finger to scoop into her mouth licking it clean. She wasn't as familiar with Tony as the others, so he merely gets a nod of greeting from her. Sure she knew OF him, but she was rather the errant child in this school. Even if she was no longer a child. "Mm? How fancy?" She inquires glancing over her shoulder to Warren with a wry grin. "Y'might have to buy me a pretty dress so I don't embarass you. I could go fer a party though. It's been a long year, and this teaching gig is making me really miss my younger days. I can't even recall the last time I got to sing. And don't you get me started on Deadpool," she adds with her attention swinging back around to Tony to wag a finger at him. "He tried decoratin' the tree here with ... Things. That... Prophylactics, all right? Cut into snowflakes. Kind of. And that *GIFT* he gave me!" Her eyes roll upward in exasperation. "It was s'posed to be for Ororo but thank goodness she didn't get it! African fertility statue with a giant wang!" Her hands stretch out as if to show proportions just in time for Roberto to walk in. "Oi, Berto." 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''      Genosha, being in the Southern Hemisphere, is in its summer months, which is why the monarch has no coat to speak of currently. A green flash of light from the hall and some intentional steps, of course Lorna would feel it was him before he even stepped through the portal.   Magneto was not unaware of the situations many of the children were in at Xavier's. He also had a vested interest in the school he helped build. The man was 'carrying' behind him gifts of all kinds, teen suitable of course, perched upon a metal table. The last time he and his daughter spoke, there was some things said, most of them directed against Roberto.   He turned the corner, silver hair manicured to look very stylish, and a shirt and vest, with a Genoshan pin on the lapel. "I brought..." He stops, not expecting to have seen Tony Stark visiting the mansion. "Gifts." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna grinned briefly as she leaned against the counter top, a glass of plain eggnog in her grip and a few discarded cookies before her. She still wore a leather coat she'd donned when leaving Genosha to the school not too long ago. A pile of gifts still stashed by the door. She shifted her weight on her heels, arching a brow at Tony's explanation. "No arguments from me on that, the food here is always good." She mused. Her gaze swung between Theresa and Warren, and she snickered softly as she watched. Roberto's arrival had her turning to press a kiss against his cheek, and she reached for a cookie to hand him. "Want a reject cookie that Warren said don't make the cut?" She murmured, her smile dropping abruptly as she felt her father's sudden arrival. Words might have been said between her and her father, but she had still been seeing to her duties... and had snuck Roberto around Genosha at least once since then. But that didn't mean she wanted Roberto and her father in the same room. "Oh shit." She breathed, and slowly took a step to put herself between Roberto and her father's figure as Magneto entered the kitchen area. "Hey Dad.. you could've just uhh sent those with me.." She murmured, her shoulders slightly tense. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' I //do// in fact promise that," Tony agrees with what Warren has said to Theresa. She even gets a finger gun fired at her. It's patented Tony quality, fresh from the teasing inventor. "Black tie at Stark Tower, yes. Open bar, so leave the kids at home, too." "Again, appreciation from the Avengers to you: keeps the dick sculptures off our lawn. Although watching Cap hit the ceiling over a sculpture on a bush was entertaining for a time," Tony says teasingly, but there's no real weight in it: he's currently getting along well with Captain America. He may not be familiar with Theresa in particular, but that's never stopped Tony before. In fact, he comes over to look over her shoulder at the odd creations. At least, until he gets a little buzz, and pulls some sunglasses out of his upper left pocket inside his coat. He doesn't put them on his eyes fully, he puts them on his forehead, but it's enough for him to hear, without the scrolling HUD in his face. It's apparent on the surface of the orange glasses as they light up, seated on his gelled hair, though. "Yep, I'm here, entirely listening, and coming back," Tony comments through the tech, in a distracted way. "Oh, hey," Tony greets Magneto, with his usual easy quality. "Take over here supervising, would you?" Tony asks, entirely arrogantly, but lifting a brow at Magneto. Tony starts to walk out, with just the torso of a Phoenix-cookie in hand. He flips a wave back, and points more 'seriously' at the others: "New Years party. I expect you," Tony declares. Stark has spoken. In the midst of his weird visit parade, which has had it's attention pulled away. And... to get out of the drama or tension that arrived. Ugh: //feels//! 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Need a dress? Hairdo? Whatever you want, Theresa." Warren grins at the woman. "If that was a yes, that is." Though everything is brought to a pause as Berto and then Erik arrive in short order. The white wings of the mutant flex out, in a defensive posture as he looks between the pair. "Our homeowner's insurance is already through the roof, and I'd perfer you two not blowing up the kitchen, because Shannon and I have been working on these cookies for most of the days." After a moment of thought, he adds. "The gifts are appreciated though." That is said to Magneto in an effort to try to de-escalate things. "I've already sprung to make sure those kids that aren't going home.. or have been left here have new bicycles this year." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy pauses in her depictions of Beast-Krampus cookies when Warren offers to do more than just help her get a dress. The redhead pauses to apparently consider the offer while wearing a silly grin that left her feeling, for just a moment, like a schoolgirl again. "Aye," she mumbles in affirmation. The finger-gunning from Tony apparently helps cement it with a little snort of amusement. When Magneto comes in causing the tension to shoot through the roof, she steps over toward the feather-ruffled Warren to offer him her newest cookie abomination. Thankfully he cooked them so they're edible, she's just the designer. "Ease up, I'm sure we're at a truce right now. It's not only Christmas Eve, it's third night of hannukah. Or fourth depending on timezones in Genosha," she has to admit with a glance stolen toward Lorna to confirm. "Very least we can all do is just relax for now, aye? Just for once. In the spirit of the holidays." 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto gives Lorna a brief hug to respond her kiss and settles at the grenette's side, "looks like my mother will be joining us for lunch tomorrow, she is going to be in New York until the weekend," he mentions before noticing Lorna's expression turning. Hey, Nina DaCosta is not that bad. In fact all the New Mutants like her and Lorna doesn't even know her, soooo... looking for something else upsetting Lorna. And Magneto steps into the kitchen. He blinks quickly a few times. Santagneto? Roberto takes a bite off the cookie and glances at Lorna. Alarms are not going off, so he guesses he was invited in. "I think your cookies are safe, Mr. Worthington. Unless he is very hungry," he steps ahead, "Mr. Eisenhardt," he offers his hand to the older mutant, "Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah." 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''      Erik meets Roberto's eyes for a moment before his attention is pulled to Lorna, there will be words had at a later date, this was not the time nor place. "Despite our words, I wanted to bring them myself, Lorna." He wanted to be seen giving them over of course. The man was one hundred percent aware of public image, when there wasn't a more pressing matter at hand. Such as a factory making giant mutant killing machines.   Warren's ultimatum goes by about as well as a flatulence in a temple. "Worthington, if I wanted to destroy this place, I would not do so by announcing my presence and presents first." His tone, rather unamused. "Theresa, I am wounded. I built this school too. There need not be a truce when there is no war between us." Of course, he would let the tone and comment slide, in the spirit of the holidays. "Indeed, it is. And as much as I would rather not accept the fact, there are many a youngster here instead of with their own families. I know what it is like, to be alone during the festive time of year."   The presents glide to an area where they are out of the way, settling down, waiting to be picked and opened. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Isn't you I was worried about, Magneto." comes the flat response to the older man, and a glance towards Roberto. Hey, Warren knows who the hothead is in this situation. Theresa's offer of a cookie does soothe him, and those wings stiffen, before folding back into place behind him. He glances at the cookie and chuckles. "So you've gotten Scott and now Hank. Going after us OG students are you?" he asks. His smile is warm at her acceptance for the date, however. "Well, we'll have to see about getting you set up with a time to do the shopping and all. If you want me to come with you, or you know, let you use the card or something and go shopping, like that whole girls out thing." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna blinked as Tony sauntered off, leaving her father 'in charge', she stared a bit thrown off by Stark's ease and blaze demeanor. Yet only for a moment as Warren and Theresa both pause to watch her father. "Third night still in Genosha. At least for a few more hours and the sun rises." She offered, not skipping a beat. She had been tending to the holiday functions in Genosha, and all the duties that that entailed. She had also agreed to meet Roberto's mother at some point. She wasn't entirely sure when that had been scheduled, her mind was a blur of promises made and promptly put into her phone to be forgotten. Apparently that lunch date meant Christmas. She'd forgotten exactly //when// that was supposed to happen, so one couldn't entirely fault her for that. Time zone changes made everything harder to follow. Still, the green haired Princess sighed, and promptly made to go to her father and give him a hug. "I'm sure the kids will be happy for the presents, Dad." She glanced at her own bundle of presents. "It's not as if they'll go wanting here at least." 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy looks back to Magneto giving a small shrug toward him at his apparent offense. "Wasn't questioning that. Just trying to keep things calm," she points out. It's Lorna that gets a sympathetic smile though. "There's plenty to eat around here," is offered simply with a gesture. "I'm sure the kids will appreciate the gifts. Holidays are always rough." This she knew rather well. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Magneto ignoring his offered hand was hardly unexpected, but Roberto felt he had to try. Warren's words, though, make him roll his eyes. Why would the winged mutant think he was going to attack his girlfriend's father in the X-Men's kitchen? A second later, Roberto seems to decide he couldn't care less and goes back to Lorna's side. "No worries, Theresa," he comments. "Remember this school is one of the safest places on Earth." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Glancing down at his phone as it goes off, Warren frowns at something. "I need to take care of this." he rumbles with a sigh. "Theresa, you got the cookie decorating handled?" he asks her before giving her a smile. "And stop by my class sometime, or I'll visit you.. we'll figure out this going out thing." There's a smile offered, before he's heading out of the door. "Good evening, all." 

:'''{{#var:221|Magneto (221)}} has posed:'''      Magneto gives a small wave to Angel as he leaves, He wasn't far off it himself. "Anyway, the gifts are all mixed, I figure they can trade amongst themselves if they want to."   He started to walk out, seeing the writing on the wall. "Anyhow, everyone have a good holiday." He offers, giving Lorna a small embrace before starting to walk off. Genosha of course, needed it's King, as much as Lorna had engagements, so did Magneto. 
}}

10518/Magic Wand, Make My Monster Grow!

2019-12-24T04:57:42Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/12/23 |Location=Angel Grove, Starling |Synopsis=Fighting one of Rita's monsters, Grimlock showed up. Rita made the monster grow - so it was Gi..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/12/23
|Location=Angel Grove, Starling
|Synopsis=Fighting one of Rita's monsters, Grimlock showed up. Rita made the monster grow - so it was Giant Mantis vs. Grimlock and Sabertooth-Tiger Zord. The good guys prevailed.
|Cast of Characters=8146,815
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' //Meet me in the scrap yard, or I will attack the Angel Grove Youth Center. Come alone, I will fight fairly. - Mantis// That was the message that was sent to Trini as the Mantis creature is waiting for the Yellow Ranger in a clearing in the scrapyard. Stacks of crushed cars form a twisted landscape and skyline for an arena for the pair to do their battle in. Her claws swing idly as she waits for Trini's arrival, ready to do battle with her. 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger appears in the scrapyard, sighing softly. She sees the Mantis, and nods slowly. To match its arm-blades, she pulls her Power Daggers out and morphs them into katar form, gripping them tightly as she heads tothe center of the clearing. "I'm here! But I know your mistress has no honor. How can you?" she yells. 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' Mantis gives a dry laugh in response to the Ranger's challenge. "I'm surprised you didn't bring your friends!" she calls out in response, but as Trini insults Rita, the creature makes an angry noise. "I have no honor. Like you said, I am one of Rita's monsters." And with that, instead of charging at Trini, the creature waves her claws. After she finishes waving them, several Putties come out of the wrecked car, warbling and charging at Trini, trying to get the drop on the Ranger as Mantis waits on the side, looking for an opening to try to strike at the woman. 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger snorts as she is quicklin going after the putties. But she can't ge a signal to the other Rangers. Something's blocking her. This was a trap to get her alone. She quickly defeats two Putties, but more are coming and she's being surrounded - vulnerable to a backstab. 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' There's the opening that Mantis was looking for. As Trini is spun around by one of the putties, Mantis suddenly comes in and strikes at the Ranger's back, causing an explosion of sparks and flames as she gets a hard hit on the armor that surrounds the Ranger. Then Mantis makes perhaps her first mistake. She dismisses the putties as she prepares to charge at Trini. "I will finish her myself!" she crows, confident that her backstab was enough to bring the Ranger down. The explosion catches the attention of something deeper in the scrapyard. From beneath a pile of scrap metal and crushed cars, one optic flares to life, starting up with a dull glow as consciousness returns to the creature buried in the metal. 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger aaaaaahs sharply as she takes a big blow and falls down. She lays there for a bit, playing more hurt, and got exactly the reaction she was expecting as the Putties left, and when they did leave, she suddenly springs up, katars first, and aims right for the Mantis' thorax, aiming to return the favor but with a front-stab. 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' Mantis laughs. "And now for your demise, Ranger-sama!" she starts to say, bringing her claws up high to strike down Trini - just to suddenly find a pair of katars struck into her. She gives a loud gasp of pain as several explosions cause her to be blown backwards. She stumbles back, mortally wounded. She is surely down for the count at this point.. except... Up on the moon, there's a call from a space witch. "Magic Wand, make my monster GROW!" Her staff is thrown down, and it strikes the ground near where Mantis is about to fall, and there's a flash of light, and before Trini can react, there's a thirty foot tall version of Mantis looming over the lone Ranger. She cackles in delight. "Your demise is at hand!" 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger sees the staff descending, and gulps. This is _so so SO_ not good. She shakes her head. "I need Dinozord power, now!" She extends her hand to the sky, as a distant synthesized robotic roar echoes from the distance. She is watching the giant Mantis, counting down. It only takes a minute to arrive, as she stays on guard, the faint sound of colossal footfalls echoing from the distance.... 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' Mantis hears the footfalls and the roar of the distant Zord. "No you don't!" She's determined to finish Trini before her Sabertooth tiger can arrive. She brings up her claws to prepare to strike at the Ranger.. when there's a sudden movement to the left of the pair.. The Zord that arrives may not be one that Trini expects. Roused from his slumber, the large Tyrannosaurus that was buried underneath the metal plating rouses, shaking off his cover before he charges in. In the dark grey and golds that make up his paint scheme, he may be mistaken as a repaint of Jason's zord as he slams into Mantis head first from the side, knocking the creature aside, and Grimlock lets out a massive roar that shakes the scrapyard. 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger is backflipping away from Mantis as her Zord has 30 seconds left till it arrives... and... she just stops cold as... what the HELL is that? That's not the Tyrannosaurus Dinozord. That's... something ELSE? Whatever it is, it's enough time for her Zord to appear and a yellow beam of light suddenly transmits the yellow-clad warrior from the ground to the cockpit. She settles into the controls as she stops, piloting the Zord, watching for now. She sends a transmission. "To my benefactor, beware. This monster is cunning and is extremely fast for its size." The tiger is stalking around, its tail rising up, the tip starting to glow yellow, but she doesn't want to risk friendly fire - if the robot T-Rex _is_ a friend. 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' When the Sabertooth Zord arrives, Grimlock freezes in his tracks. His optics narrow, and he crouches down. "You smell of Cybertronian. But you no Cybertronian." he growls, low in his throat, as if trying to puzzle out exactly what that creature is in front of him. Which gives Mantis time to strike at the Tyrannosaurus, knocking Grimlock backwards into a pile of automobiles that collapse upon him. After that strike, she's turning to face off against Trini and her Zord. "You may have gotten a momentary reprieve, but now I'll destroy you!" 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger just frowns. Cybertronian? She thought she saw that word in the Command Center database. "Well, whoever you are, I could use your help. My friends aren't answering my halis so I'm alone." She moves fast, as she fires the cannon to try to damage the Mantis. She is moving fast, driving the Zord to keep a distance - then when she thinks she has an opening, jumping in to try to bite the Mantis. 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' There's a rumbling growl from deep within the metal pile, and suddenly, the dinosaur bursts free from the metal. Mantis is so focused on fighting Trini as she is trying to strike at the fast moving cat that she didn't see the massive creature burst free from the scrap. As the Sabertooth bites down on Mantis, she's trying to strike at the zord, growling as she tries to get leverage on the creature. And if Trini is paying attention, she'll notice the dinosaur rushing in, but suddenly it slams down it's tail and starts to twist and seems to fall apart - no, those are hidden seams that are opening as the tail folds and splits, the body folding and changing as the tyrannosaurus moves back on his haunches and rises, his arms extending from where his legs just were. The head of the creature comes up next and as it finishes transforming, Grimlock grips his sword, which he ignites to life, flames coming from it as he swings it hard at Mantis. 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger just retreats, not sure what's going on. She took a blow from the Mantis and retreats - and watches the T-Rex... transform. It suddenly becomes a mechanical humanoid and suddenly gets a zord. She is very impressed, and retreats a bit, taking potshots at Mantis from afar, to distract it as she tries to make snese of this new development. 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' Mantis turns to face off against the suddenly arrived Zord, and tries to strike at him. Grimlock takes the hits and then growls. "Me Grimlock not appreciate bug lady waking me up from nap!" he growls angrilly as he brings his sword around, and strikes Mantis, sending her backwards as the Autobot symbol stands out now that he's in his robot form. There's an angry noise from Mantis. "You said you were coming alone!" she demands of Trini. "You are without honor!" There's an obvious undertone of anger and betrayl. Trini's strikes on the monster are telling and she's trying to retreat from the pair of them, even as Grimlock is stomping forward. "Me Grimlock not know who tiger is, not care! Me only care that you woke me and then attack tiny fleshbag. Tiny fleshbag puny, you not puny, me crush you!" 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger stares. "I have no idea who this Grimlock is - but he doesn't like you. And you have no room to talk, Miss Summon-Putties." She quickly moves to behind Mantis and harries her from behind. "No escape." She fires more bursts at the Mantis, as she sends the Zord in for some close-quarters work. She tries to avoid friendly fire for this 'Grimlock' doesn't really seem like the careful type. She did a quick scan - there's no bio-signs in it. It's... not a Zord. It's not piloted. It's a giant robot that can turn into a T-Rex. Curiouser and curiouser. 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' Grimlock is in his element, really. There's no chance of hurting the pesky humans.. well, except for the one in the tiger. That will be dealt with shortly. For now however, Mantis holds his attention. As Trini rakes the monster with her cannons and claws, there's a rumbling growl that comes from the large robot. "Is this monster sentient?" Its a simple question that's directed at the pilot of the tiger. Because right now, Grimlock is only holding back because he doesn't feel like listening to another one of Prime's lectures about sentient life, protecting this or that and blah blah. When Mantis moves to slash at him, Grimlock's sword slashes out and the arm of the creature is cut in twain, causing Mantis to scream in pain. And for the first time, she's figuring out that she's outmatched. "This isn't fair, you cheater!" she cries out at Trini. "You weren't supposed to bring another one!" 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger shrugs. "Hey - you're the one who picked a fight in the den of a... Grimlock. Not my fault he doesn't like you." She is moving fast, firing the tail-cannon a lot to keep the monster disoriented. "This monster is powered by evil magicks. Technically yes, but my team destroys them on a weekly basis. There's a witch on the moon that hates my group and attacks the nearby city." She charges in at high speed, seeking to barrel down Mantis. 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' That's all Grimlock needed to hear. Magicks that are making monsters? That's totally not going to work for him. The tail cannon explodes across Mantis' torso and she screeches in anger as she tries to fire her laser eyes at the Zord. But that turn toface off against Trini will be that creature's downfall. Roaring, Grimlock slams his fists into the ground, and twisting and turning, he converts into his Tyrannosaurus form. His massive maw opens and he latches onto Mantis and rips her into the air. And as he bites down, he unleashes a gout of flame that engulf Mantis as he shakes the creature and throws it to the side, leaving it for Trini to finish off. It /was/ her fight after all. "Me Grimlock more powerful than stupid moom magick!" 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger nods slowly. "Well - I always wanted to try this." The tail that is tipped with the cannon rises up. As the Sabertooth Tiger Zord rears back, the laser fires on its own front feet - not to damage them, but to energize them. The claws on the front feet are now glowing bright yellow. As she rushes towards Mantis who's frantically shaking its head, Trini yells, "Sabertooth Tiger Laser Slash!" And uses the glowing claws to cut the monster in half. The tiger rears its head up and roars as the two halves of Mantis explode under her. She just leans back in the cockpit. "Oh damn, that was SOOOOO satisfying." 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' With Trini's charge, the speedlines on the Zord are evident as she slashes through Mantis and the creature literally explodes as the magicks are expelled from her and dispersed back into the atmosphere. "Hnhg." comes the low growl from the Mechanized T-Rex as he crouches down, now setting his optics on Trini and her zord. "Where did you get that?" he growls low in his throat. 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger steps out of the cockpit and is now standing on the Zord's back. "It was a gift from an ancient Kree man named Zordon. My team and I, the Power Rangers, fight off Rita Repulsa's evil schemes like you just saw. She can create monsters and make them grow really big and has other magicks at her disposal." She then asks, "Why is this so important to you?" she asks. The Zord does not appear to have any sort of sentience or a Cybertronian Spark. It's a piloted mech. 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' "Kree." Grimlock rumbles. "Why would Kree give human a robot?" The large dinosaur gives a snort at the robot, as he leans in, close enough to Trini to feel the heat that radiates from his metal hide. "Smells of tech. No spark. It's dead." Shaking his head, he grunts. "Now have to move again. Decepticons will know I was here." And that is the crux of the issue. He was happy to be away from the Ark and able to explore. But now, he has to move again. 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger shrugs. "My friends and I found a Kree ship around here - buried for thousands if not millions of years it seems. I'd rather not be more specific. These Zords - there's six of them - were ancient weapons of war that the original Power Rangers used. Apparently the prior wearer of the yellow was a Tamaranean. Like that Starfire of the Titans." She shrugs. "Can I help you find somewhere else to move? I could see if my teleport would work on you. Could you tell me about yoruself? A 'Cybertronian'? Is that your race?" 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' It's something of a surprise to Grimlock, his optics actually widen and there's a moment of pause. How did he not detect the Kree ship in the first place? "Me Grimlock no like teleporter." he growls, his voice taking on a sharp tone. Then she's asking about what he is. "Me Grimlock Autobot. From Cybertron." At least that's a start? Though that's not much of a start for her. "Been on Earth millions of years. Savage Land." He won't give away the Ark location or it's occupants, instead his clawed hands open in close. "Kup more of story teller. Not seen Kup in many years. Others may explain better." 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger nods slowly. "Well - you can change into a more humanoid form?" she asks as she sits down on the tiger's head and gazes over at you, peering through her helmet. "I'm sorry you got involved in one of my fights and compromised your hiding spot - but thanks for the help. Normally I fight with my other friends but I couldn't get hold of them today." 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' "More comfortable like this. Matches what I am." Grimlock rumbles as he scrunches down and gives a snort. But at least, after a moment, the creature steps back and then there's the sound of rotating gears and shifting plates as he reverts back to his robot form. Not that it's much of an improvment going from dinosaur to hulking brute. "Optimus says we help humans. Only supposed to assist with Decepticons. Thought she was Decepticon." Not exactly a lie, but it fits in the narrative he'll present to Prime. "Know about having team. Have own team. Other Dynobots." 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger nods. "The other Zords are prehistoric-themed. The Mammoth, the Pteradactyl, the Triceratops, and..." She giggles softly. "The Tyrannosaurus, whom I'm sure you'll find amusing serves as the leader of the team. The five can combine together into what we call the Megazord. Then there's the Green RAnger who uses Dragonzord." 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' "Was in Savage Land. Only took forms to survive their, while rest of Ark slept." Grimlock responds, his red visor dimming and settling into a more sedate blue. The fever pitch of anger and battle abated for the moment. "Tyrannosaurus King. Deserves to lead. Other Dynobots follow. Sludge, Slag, Swoop, Snarl. They in stasis. Not enough energon. Must keep fueled." he grunts in thought as he sits down on a stack of crushed cars - a makeshift throne. "You only Ranger that around?" he asks her. 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger shrugs. "I don't know what's going on. I'll have to contact Zordon and find out. Maybe the others disappeared. It's happened before." She sighs softly as she gazes at you. "Well - if you see a big red robot T-Rex, let me know." She then sighs softly. "I should send the Tiger back before Rita tries something else stupid." 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' "Hrm. Things happen. Other missions." Grimlock gives a shrug of his shoulders in thought. Then he ohs. "Prime says we should use human avatar. Easier to communicate. Hide. Me Grimlock not like hide. Me Grimlock want to be noticed." he rumbles, but after a few seconds, he flicks on his holo-projector, and a hard-light hologram is formed. After forming, Grimlock mutter. "Me not like hologram either." 

:'''{{#var:815|Yellow Ranger (815)}} has posed:''' Yellow Ranger shrugs. "He's not that bad. Can't you change what he looks like?" she asks softly. "I mean - if you can create a hologram of a... biker dude... can't you just make it something else?" She shrugs as she jumps off of the Zord (a distance that'd probably kill or severely hurt a normal human) as the Zord turns tail and flees. "Well - I kinda like him." 

:'''{{#var:8146|Grimlock (8146)}} has posed:''' Dismissing the hologram, Grimlock gives a rumbling chuckle. "Hologram is locked. Prime complained about me making mine different." he admits with a snort. But after the Zord is dismissed, the large dinobot sighs. "I should withdraw. Not cause trouble from Decepticons." With that, he starts to rise into the air, preparing to take off. 
}}

Grimlock

2019-12-23T21:20:57Z

IceeBear:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Grimlock
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8146
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/wz4h2cy
|FullName=Grimlock of Iacon
|Gender=Male
|Species=Cybertronian
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Dinobot Commander
|Citizenship=Autobot Commonwealth
|Residence=Simfur (Forgotten Plains, Cybertron)
|Education=Primary Programming
|Groups=[[Cybertron-OOC]], [[Space-OOC]], [[Autobots]]
|Quote="Among the winners, there is no room for the weak."
|PAge=11 Million Plus
|AAge=N.A
|DOB=22 March
|Height=646cm (21'2")
|Weight=2659kg (5850lbs)
|Hair=None
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Gregg Berger (voice)
|Song="Monster" by Skillet
|Profile=A powerhouse of ferro-fibrous fighting muscle! Although dedicated to the Autobot cause, Grimlock resents authority. He is fearsome, powerful, and virtually unstoppable on the battlefield. Thick-skinned and stubborn, he never concedes a victory to the enemy. He has contempt for the weak, including all organics. In Mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex mode, his jaws can break almost anything in half. He carries an energon sword and galaxial rocket launcher in bipedal mode. Other than arrogance and lack of speed, he has no real weakness. Smarter than his reputation, Grimlock often leads the charge into battle.
===Current Player Approved: December 05, 2019===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Easily over 20 feet tall, this creation of metal and rage is a broad chested creature built for brute force. Plate like shoulder pauldroons sit atop the shoudlers of this man like robot with protrusions folded against those pauldroons reminiscent of reptilian arms. The metallic pauldroons sit atop blackened shoulders that are as thick as the massive yellow chest of this big bot which sports the Autobot simple in the center. The black robotic head has two fins to either side of his head with a yellow visor. Teeth like design sports at where his gut would be and leads into red hips with black upper legs that are easily as thick as this bot's shoulders. His lower legs are even thicker, like some massive metal boots and to match his forearms are thick metal braces with large black hands to match.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Originally, Grimlock was a Cage Fighter. He fought in the arena. Fighting because he needed a place to let loose his rage. When things got bad, due to a previous relationship with a Decepticon from the Arena, he almost became a Decepticon. No one really knows for sure what changed his mind, perhaps it was their attitude, perhaps it was his but he threw his lot in with the Autobots. Grimlock was not a mindless killer or a ruthless fighter. Basically, while compassion was not a major part of him, it wasn't non-existent. He was strong, powerful, and he would not be controlled. Eventually, Grimlock became the leader of his own squad. He was known for brutal, but effective tactics that would often leave the enemy wishing they'd never faced such a foe. While he had his good qualities, Grimlock's tactics became more straight forward, brutal, and devastating over time. He was often butting heads with Optimus Prime. The war went on for a long time till eventually it was heading to Earth. Two hundred years ago a ship that he and other Autobots were aboard came under attack. There was an issue with the ship and Grimlock sprang into action. It required a fix on the hull of the ship but it was too late. Grimlock and his squad were sent flying to Earth and crashed into a portion of Earth known as the Savage Land. It was there that Grimlock and his squad found their alternate forms. It was there that they stayed for two hundred years. To this day they are stuck in the Savage Land, unable to interact with anything other than each other and the creatures there. Still, they would hope to one day hear from others and find a way to rejoin the war.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Grimlock is something of a bull in a china shop. His approach to most situations are to be straight forward, brash, and get to the goal as quickly as possible. This tends to make others not like him and he tends to not care what others think. Grimlock respects strength above all else. Intelligence has its uses. Wisdom has its place. Both of those places are rarely not where Grimlock wants to be. He crushes problems, smashes barriers, and finds questions are best answered with a fist. Grimlock has a place in his spark for friends and allies. He just doesn't have a huge spot for patience. He cares about those he has chosen to care about. He is loyal to the cause and will fight for it because he has chosen to. He will absolutely fight to the bitter end for what he believes in and if anyone harms those he has taken as allies, he will make them regret their very existance. Some might believe Grimlock would make a better Decepticon than an Autobot and in some ways they'd be right. His value for strength and power puts him in their wheelhouse. The problem is, his value for strength and power is what keeps him out of it. The only thing he hates more than weakness are those that are weak pretending that they are strong. You prove your strength and use it. Crushing the weak proves nothing. One can show off, lord strength over others, but smashing them into the ground just because they are weak shows weakness in itself. Grimlock isn't without compassion. As long as weaklings know their place, there is no reason to smash them or crush them. Step over them? Maybe. Mock them? Perhaps. Destroy them just for existing? Not really his thing.
|Abilities=
'''Enraged:'''
 
Grimlock has a somewhat unique trait that he doesn't usually advertise but mainly because he doesn't have to. While he can get angry on a regular basis, sometimes he is pushed too far. When pushed to the point of being truly enraged, he can lift and put out force in the range of 150 tons. He doesn't really get any tougher though so he can actually harm himself somewhat with the power he puts out. Note: This is a TP only ability to be used only with GM or staff permission. 
'''Holomatter:'''
 
Using holomatter projectors, Grimlock can create a holomatter projection up to 100 meters from his position that can more easily interact with organic species. The avatar has substance and can manipulate objects but with a strength level more in line with a small organic species such as humans. Larger avatars or images require large expenditures of energy and concentration. 
'''Physical Traits:'''
 
Mainly, Grimlock is strong. He is capable of lifting 120 tons. He can put forth that kind of power into a punch. He can potentially brace or support a great deal more. He is capable of running upwards of 75 kph. His armored form can handle upwards of 120 tons of force. It's possible that an energon refinery could blow up with him inside and he'd walk out of it relatively unharmed. He is a brute force machine though, so while he is not exactly slow, he is not the most agile by any stretch. He's not known for his ability to dodge, more his ability to take such massive hits that he hardly has to. He may not always hit but when he does, it makes getting hit by a freight trrain seem preferable. Further, as a Cybertronian he is also capable of taking on a much greater amount of temperature extremes, doesn't have to worry about breathing or any form of normal disease or poison. 
'''Sensors:'''
 
Like many other Cybertronians, Grimlock sees the world differently than others throughout the universe. His sensors are what allow him to see and he can see through infrared, ultraviolet, thermographic, and an energy sensor that can detect energy signatures and expenditures. He is also capable of picking up low and high frequency sounds. 
'''Transformation:'''
 
Capable of changing into a powerful form similar to the Earth Species of T-Rex, it is a fairly unique option for transformation that Grimlock picked up after being stranded on Earth many years ago. While in this form, he can run upwards of 40 kph. He loses his ability to lift and move things with his arms as readily given the change to his limbs but his legs are much more powerful, with powerful claws on the feet being extremely powerful. His most powerful trait in that form are the teeth and jaws created that can create a crushing force that is a bit greater than even his normal powerful, creating pressures of around 130 tons with razor sharp and extremely tough teeth to go with it. He also has a tail with which he can whip enemies with his brutal strength.
|Skills=
'''Combat:'''
 
To put it simple, Grimlock is a combat machine. He is a terror on the field, fighting with a furosity and skill that is mostly unmatched. He has seen a great deal of combat and his fighting style is that of a brute. He uses his strength and his toughness to smash, crash, and destroy his enemies. 
'''Tactics:'''
 
Despite being a bull in a china shop, Grimlock has been in a lot of combat. He prefers tactics that involve smashing through and crashing through the ranks of enemies, but, that being said, he is actually quite the tactician. He knows how to move people and a group to their best abilities in combat. The fact that he prefers to choose the tactic that involves maximum damage and charging the enemies is irrelevant to his skills.
|Resources=
'''Autobots:'''
 
As a ranking member of the autobots, he has access to all of their resourcces, bases, and the like. This provides him access to allies, energon, information, and transportation. 
'''Dinobots:'''
 
Grimlock is the leader of the dinobots and has access to all their resources. Beyond that he can count on them to help him whe necessary. Dinobots don't have a ton but they do have each other and for them, that's enough. 
'''Weapons:'''
 
Grimlock is not just powerful but also well armed. While in his T-Rex form, he has a galaxial rocket launcher mounted and his mouth can produce powerful gouts of flame empowered by energon that produce enough heat to even melt cybertronian armor. While in robot mode, he carries an energon sword that can cut clean through two foot of stone with ease. He also has a double-barrelled laser gun though he definitely prefers his sword.
|Weaknesses=
'''Bullheaded:'''
 
It's very simple. He is opiniated and he knows what he wants. When he decides something, he does it. Alternatives are not commonly considered. 
'''Decepticons:'''
 
Grimlock has to deal with the fact that he is an Autobot. The Decepticons are his enemy. However, he used to fight in the arena as a gladiator. He knew some Decepticons from then and in a way, they have tried to recruit him in the past. There's a part of him that wouldn't mind cutting loose from that milksop, Optimus Prime. He hasn't joined yet and isn't likely to, but the Decepticons continue to stand as both an enemy and a temptation for Grimlock. 
'''Energon:'''
 
He needs it. It isn't something he can get by without permanently. He can use other energy sources at times but he needs energy and Energon is best. Without it, he can end up reverting to stasis lock to reserve energy and life function. 
'''Short Fuse:'''
 
To say that Grimlock has a short temper is an understatement. This bot gets angry and it isn't really all that hard to push him to such a point. Heck, he doesn't even do that much to stop himself from becoming too angry. He can sometimes be level headed but it just isn't in his nature. 
'''Vocal Synth:'''
 
Thanks to a great deal of time spent in the Savage Land, eating not strictly energon rich food and the like, Grimlock's Vocal Synth has taken a bit of a beating. Combine this with him not minding at all if people underestimate his intelligence, he doesn't really speak all that well anymore and can come across as primitive.
}}
<gallery>
Grimlock1.jpg
Grimlock2.jpg
Grimlock5.jpg
Grimlock9.jpg
</gallery>
[[Category:Cybertron-OOC]] [[Category:Space-OOC]] [[Category:Autobots]]

File:Grimlock9.jpg

2019-12-23T21:20:18Z

IceeBear:

Breathing Fire

File:Grimlock5.jpg

2019-12-23T21:19:44Z

IceeBear:

Human Avatar

File:Grimlock2.jpg

2019-12-23T21:18:12Z

IceeBear:

Dino Mode

Grimlock

2019-12-23T21:17:02Z

IceeBear:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Grimlock
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8146
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/wz4h2cy
|FullName=Grimlock of Iacon
|Gender=Male
|Species=Cybertronian
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Dinobot Commander
|Citizenship=Autobot Commonwealth
|Residence=Simfur (Forgotten Plains, Cybertron)
|Education=Primary Programming
|Groups=[[Cybertron-OOC]], [[Space-OOC]], [[Autobots]]
|Quote="Among the winners, there is no room for the weak."
|PAge=11 Million Plus
|AAge=N.A
|DOB=22 March
|Height=646cm (21'2")
|Weight=2659kg (5850lbs)
|Hair=None
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Gregg Berger (voice)
|Song="Monster" by Skillet
|Profile=A powerhouse of ferro-fibrous fighting muscle! Although dedicated to the Autobot cause, Grimlock resents authority. He is fearsome, powerful, and virtually unstoppable on the battlefield. Thick-skinned and stubborn, he never concedes a victory to the enemy. He has contempt for the weak, including all organics. In Mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex mode, his jaws can break almost anything in half. He carries an energon sword and galaxial rocket launcher in bipedal mode. Other than arrogance and lack of speed, he has no real weakness. Smarter than his reputation, Grimlock often leads the charge into battle.
===Current Player Approved: December 05, 2019===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Easily over 20 feet tall, this creation of metal and rage is a broad chested creature built for brute force. Plate like shoulder pauldroons sit atop the shoudlers of this man like robot with protrusions folded against those pauldroons reminiscent of reptilian arms. The metallic pauldroons sit atop blackened shoulders that are as thick as the massive yellow chest of this big bot which sports the Autobot simple in the center. The black robotic head has two fins to either side of his head with a yellow visor. Teeth like design sports at where his gut would be and leads into red hips with black upper legs that are easily as thick as this bot's shoulders. His lower legs are even thicker, like some massive metal boots and to match his forearms are thick metal braces with large black hands to match.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Originally, Grimlock was a Cage Fighter. He fought in the arena. Fighting because he needed a place to let loose his rage. When things got bad, due to a previous relationship with a Decepticon from the Arena, he almost became a Decepticon. No one really knows for sure what changed his mind, perhaps it was their attitude, perhaps it was his but he threw his lot in with the Autobots. Grimlock was not a mindless killer or a ruthless fighter. Basically, while compassion was not a major part of him, it wasn't non-existent. He was strong, powerful, and he would not be controlled. Eventually, Grimlock became the leader of his own squad. He was known for brutal, but effective tactics that would often leave the enemy wishing they'd never faced such a foe. While he had his good qualities, Grimlock's tactics became more straight forward, brutal, and devastating over time. He was often butting heads with Optimus Prime. The war went on for a long time till eventually it was heading to Earth. Two hundred years ago a ship that he and other Autobots were aboard came under attack. There was an issue with the ship and Grimlock sprang into action. It required a fix on the hull of the ship but it was too late. Grimlock and his squad were sent flying to Earth and crashed into a portion of Earth known as the Savage Land. It was there that Grimlock and his squad found their alternate forms. It was there that they stayed for two hundred years. To this day they are stuck in the Savage Land, unable to interact with anything other than each other and the creatures there. Still, they would hope to one day hear from others and find a way to rejoin the war.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Grimlock is something of a bull in a china shop. His approach to most situations are to be straight forward, brash, and get to the goal as quickly as possible. This tends to make others not like him and he tends to not care what others think. Grimlock respects strength above all else. Intelligence has its uses. Wisdom has its place. Both of those places are rarely not where Grimlock wants to be. He crushes problems, smashes barriers, and finds questions are best answered with a fist. Grimlock has a place in his spark for friends and allies. He just doesn't have a huge spot for patience. He cares about those he has chosen to care about. He is loyal to the cause and will fight for it because he has chosen to. He will absolutely fight to the bitter end for what he believes in and if anyone harms those he has taken as allies, he will make them regret their very existance. Some might believe Grimlock would make a better Decepticon than an Autobot and in some ways they'd be right. His value for strength and power puts him in their wheelhouse. The problem is, his value for strength and power is what keeps him out of it. The only thing he hates more than weakness are those that are weak pretending that they are strong. You prove your strength and use it. Crushing the weak proves nothing. One can show off, lord strength over others, but smashing them into the ground just because they are weak shows weakness in itself. Grimlock isn't without compassion. As long as weaklings know their place, there is no reason to smash them or crush them. Step over them? Maybe. Mock them? Perhaps. Destroy them just for existing? Not really his thing.
|Abilities=
'''Enraged:'''
 
Grimlock has a somewhat unique trait that he doesn't usually advertise but mainly because he doesn't have to. While he can get angry on a regular basis, sometimes he is pushed too far. When pushed to the point of being truly enraged, he can lift and put out force in the range of 150 tons. He doesn't really get any tougher though so he can actually harm himself somewhat with the power he puts out. Note: This is a TP only ability to be used only with GM or staff permission. 
'''Holomatter:'''
 
Using holomatter projectors, Grimlock can create a holomatter projection up to 100 meters from his position that can more easily interact with organic species. The avatar has substance and can manipulate objects but with a strength level more in line with a small organic species such as humans. Larger avatars or images require large expenditures of energy and concentration. 
'''Physical Traits:'''
 
Mainly, Grimlock is strong. He is capable of lifting 120 tons. He can put forth that kind of power into a punch. He can potentially brace or support a great deal more. He is capable of running upwards of 75 kph. His armored form can handle upwards of 120 tons of force. It's possible that an energon refinery could blow up with him inside and he'd walk out of it relatively unharmed. He is a brute force machine though, so while he is not exactly slow, he is not the most agile by any stretch. He's not known for his ability to dodge, more his ability to take such massive hits that he hardly has to. He may not always hit but when he does, it makes getting hit by a freight trrain seem preferable. Further, as a Cybertronian he is also capable of taking on a much greater amount of temperature extremes, doesn't have to worry about breathing or any form of normal disease or poison. 
'''Sensors:'''
 
Like many other Cybertronians, Grimlock sees the world differently than others throughout the universe. His sensors are what allow him to see and he can see through infrared, ultraviolet, thermographic, and an energy sensor that can detect energy signatures and expenditures. He is also capable of picking up low and high frequency sounds. 
'''Transformation:'''
 
Capable of changing into a powerful form similar to the Earth Species of T-Rex, it is a fairly unique option for transformation that Grimlock picked up after being stranded on Earth many years ago. While in this form, he can run upwards of 40 kph. He loses his ability to lift and move things with his arms as readily given the change to his limbs but his legs are much more powerful, with powerful claws on the feet being extremely powerful. His most powerful trait in that form are the teeth and jaws created that can create a crushing force that is a bit greater than even his normal powerful, creating pressures of around 130 tons with razor sharp and extremely tough teeth to go with it. He also has a tail with which he can whip enemies with his brutal strength.
|Skills=
'''Combat:'''
 
To put it simple, Grimlock is a combat machine. He is a terror on the field, fighting with a furosity and skill that is mostly unmatched. He has seen a great deal of combat and his fighting style is that of a brute. He uses his strength and his toughness to smash, crash, and destroy his enemies. 
'''Tactics:'''
 
Despite being a bull in a china shop, Grimlock has been in a lot of combat. He prefers tactics that involve smashing through and crashing through the ranks of enemies, but, that being said, he is actually quite the tactician. He knows how to move people and a group to their best abilities in combat. The fact that he prefers to choose the tactic that involves maximum damage and charging the enemies is irrelevant to his skills.
|Resources=
'''Autobots:'''
 
As a ranking member of the autobots, he has access to all of their resourcces, bases, and the like. This provides him access to allies, energon, information, and transportation. 
'''Dinobots:'''
 
Grimlock is the leader of the dinobots and has access to all their resources. Beyond that he can count on them to help him whe necessary. Dinobots don't have a ton but they do have each other and for them, that's enough. 
'''Weapons:'''
 
Grimlock is not just powerful but also well armed. While in his T-Rex form, he has a galaxial rocket launcher mounted and his mouth can produce powerful gouts of flame empowered by energon that produce enough heat to even melt cybertronian armor. While in robot mode, he carries an energon sword that can cut clean through two foot of stone with ease. He also has a double-barrelled laser gun though he definitely prefers his sword.
|Weaknesses=
'''Bullheaded:'''
 
It's very simple. He is opiniated and he knows what he wants. When he decides something, he does it. Alternatives are not commonly considered. 
'''Decepticons:'''
 
Grimlock has to deal with the fact that he is an Autobot. The Decepticons are his enemy. However, he used to fight in the arena as a gladiator. He knew some Decepticons from then and in a way, they have tried to recruit him in the past. There's a part of him that wouldn't mind cutting loose from that milksop, Optimus Prime. He hasn't joined yet and isn't likely to, but the Decepticons continue to stand as both an enemy and a temptation for Grimlock. 
'''Energon:'''
 
He needs it. It isn't something he can get by without permanently. He can use other energy sources at times but he needs energy and Energon is best. Without it, he can end up reverting to stasis lock to reserve energy and life function. 
'''Short Fuse:'''
 
To say that Grimlock has a short temper is an understatement. This bot gets angry and it isn't really all that hard to push him to such a point. Heck, he doesn't even do that much to stop himself from becoming too angry. He can sometimes be level headed but it just isn't in his nature. 
'''Vocal Synth:'''
 
Thanks to a great deal of time spent in the Savage Land, eating not strictly energon rich food and the like, Grimlock's Vocal Synth has taken a bit of a beating. Combine this with him not minding at all if people underestimate his intelligence, he doesn't really speak all that well anymore and can come across as primitive.
}}
<gallery>
https://imgur.com/NoRzOy0
https://imgur.com/hRFuPgr
https://imgur.com/BSmt1um
https://imgur.com/6TrN5jz
</gallery>
[[Category:Cybertron-OOC]] [[Category:Space-OOC]] [[Category:Autobots]]

File:Grimlock1.jpg

2019-12-23T20:56:46Z

IceeBear:

Grimlock Main Pic

Grimlock

2019-12-23T20:55:16Z

IceeBear:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Grimlock
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=8146
|Img=https://imgur.com/6GINe7F
|FullName=Grimlock of Iacon
|Gender=Male
|Species=Cybertronian
|Theme=IDW
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Dinobot Commander
|Citizenship=Autobot Commonwealth
|Residence=Simfur (Forgotten Plains, Cybertron)
|Education=Primary Programming
|Groups=[[Cybertron-OOC]], [[Space-OOC]], [[Autobots]]
|Quote="Among the winners, there is no room for the weak."
|PAge=11 Million Plus
|AAge=N.A
|DOB=22 March
|Height=646cm (21'2")
|Weight=2659kg (5850lbs)
|Hair=None
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Gregg Berger (voice)
|Song="Monster" by Skillet
|Profile=A powerhouse of ferro-fibrous fighting muscle! Although dedicated to the Autobot cause, Grimlock resents authority. He is fearsome, powerful, and virtually unstoppable on the battlefield. Thick-skinned and stubborn, he never concedes a victory to the enemy. He has contempt for the weak, including all organics. In Mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex mode, his jaws can break almost anything in half. He carries an energon sword and galaxial rocket launcher in bipedal mode. Other than arrogance and lack of speed, he has no real weakness. Smarter than his reputation, Grimlock often leads the charge into battle.
===Current Player Approved: December 05, 2019===
|Description=
'''Description:'''
 
Easily over 20 feet tall, this creation of metal and rage is a broad chested creature built for brute force. Plate like shoulder pauldroons sit atop the shoudlers of this man like robot with protrusions folded against those pauldroons reminiscent of reptilian arms. The metallic pauldroons sit atop blackened shoulders that are as thick as the massive yellow chest of this big bot which sports the Autobot simple in the center. The black robotic head has two fins to either side of his head with a yellow visor. Teeth like design sports at where his gut would be and leads into red hips with black upper legs that are easily as thick as this bot's shoulders. His lower legs are even thicker, like some massive metal boots and to match his forearms are thick metal braces with large black hands to match.
|History=
'''History:'''
 
Originally, Grimlock was a Cage Fighter. He fought in the arena. Fighting because he needed a place to let loose his rage. When things got bad, due to a previous relationship with a Decepticon from the Arena, he almost became a Decepticon. No one really knows for sure what changed his mind, perhaps it was their attitude, perhaps it was his but he threw his lot in with the Autobots. Grimlock was not a mindless killer or a ruthless fighter. Basically, while compassion was not a major part of him, it wasn't non-existent. He was strong, powerful, and he would not be controlled. Eventually, Grimlock became the leader of his own squad. He was known for brutal, but effective tactics that would often leave the enemy wishing they'd never faced such a foe. While he had his good qualities, Grimlock's tactics became more straight forward, brutal, and devastating over time. He was often butting heads with Optimus Prime. The war went on for a long time till eventually it was heading to Earth. Two hundred years ago a ship that he and other Autobots were aboard came under attack. There was an issue with the ship and Grimlock sprang into action. It required a fix on the hull of the ship but it was too late. Grimlock and his squad were sent flying to Earth and crashed into a portion of Earth known as the Savage Land. It was there that Grimlock and his squad found their alternate forms. It was there that they stayed for two hundred years. To this day they are stuck in the Savage Land, unable to interact with anything other than each other and the creatures there. Still, they would hope to one day hear from others and find a way to rejoin the war.
|Personality=
'''Personality:'''
 
Grimlock is something of a bull in a china shop. His approach to most situations are to be straight forward, brash, and get to the goal as quickly as possible. This tends to make others not like him and he tends to not care what others think. Grimlock respects strength above all else. Intelligence has its uses. Wisdom has its place. Both of those places are rarely not where Grimlock wants to be. He crushes problems, smashes barriers, and finds questions are best answered with a fist. Grimlock has a place in his spark for friends and allies. He just doesn't have a huge spot for patience. He cares about those he has chosen to care about. He is loyal to the cause and will fight for it because he has chosen to. He will absolutely fight to the bitter end for what he believes in and if anyone harms those he has taken as allies, he will make them regret their very existance. Some might believe Grimlock would make a better Decepticon than an Autobot and in some ways they'd be right. His value for strength and power puts him in their wheelhouse. The problem is, his value for strength and power is what keeps him out of it. The only thing he hates more than weakness are those that are weak pretending that they are strong. You prove your strength and use it. Crushing the weak proves nothing. One can show off, lord strength over others, but smashing them into the ground just because they are weak shows weakness in itself. Grimlock isn't without compassion. As long as weaklings know their place, there is no reason to smash them or crush them. Step over them? Maybe. Mock them? Perhaps. Destroy them just for existing? Not really his thing.
|Abilities=
'''Enraged:'''
 
Grimlock has a somewhat unique trait that he doesn't usually advertise but mainly because he doesn't have to. While he can get angry on a regular basis, sometimes he is pushed too far. When pushed to the point of being truly enraged, he can lift and put out force in the range of 150 tons. He doesn't really get any tougher though so he can actually harm himself somewhat with the power he puts out. Note: This is a TP only ability to be used only with GM or staff permission. 
'''Holomatter:'''
 
Using holomatter projectors, Grimlock can create a holomatter projection up to 100 meters from his position that can more easily interact with organic species. The avatar has substance and can manipulate objects but with a strength level more in line with a small organic species such as humans. Larger avatars or images require large expenditures of energy and concentration. 
'''Physical Traits:'''
 
Mainly, Grimlock is strong. He is capable of lifting 120 tons. He can put forth that kind of power into a punch. He can potentially brace or support a great deal more. He is capable of running upwards of 75 kph. His armored form can handle upwards of 120 tons of force. It's possible that an energon refinery could blow up with him inside and he'd walk out of it relatively unharmed. He is a brute force machine though, so while he is not exactly slow, he is not the most agile by any stretch. He's not known for his ability to dodge, more his ability to take such massive hits that he hardly has to. He may not always hit but when he does, it makes getting hit by a freight trrain seem preferable. Further, as a Cybertronian he is also capable of taking on a much greater amount of temperature extremes, doesn't have to worry about breathing or any form of normal disease or poison. 
'''Sensors:'''
 
Like many other Cybertronians, Grimlock sees the world differently than others throughout the universe. His sensors are what allow him to see and he can see through infrared, ultraviolet, thermographic, and an energy sensor that can detect energy signatures and expenditures. He is also capable of picking up low and high frequency sounds. 
'''Transformation:'''
 
Capable of changing into a powerful form similar to the Earth Species of T-Rex, it is a fairly unique option for transformation that Grimlock picked up after being stranded on Earth many years ago. While in this form, he can run upwards of 40 kph. He loses his ability to lift and move things with his arms as readily given the change to his limbs but his legs are much more powerful, with powerful claws on the feet being extremely powerful. His most powerful trait in that form are the teeth and jaws created that can create a crushing force that is a bit greater than even his normal powerful, creating pressures of around 130 tons with razor sharp and extremely tough teeth to go with it. He also has a tail with which he can whip enemies with his brutal strength.
|Skills=
'''Combat:'''
 
To put it simple, Grimlock is a combat machine. He is a terror on the field, fighting with a furosity and skill that is mostly unmatched. He has seen a great deal of combat and his fighting style is that of a brute. He uses his strength and his toughness to smash, crash, and destroy his enemies. 
'''Tactics:'''
 
Despite being a bull in a china shop, Grimlock has been in a lot of combat. He prefers tactics that involve smashing through and crashing through the ranks of enemies, but, that being said, he is actually quite the tactician. He knows how to move people and a group to their best abilities in combat. The fact that he prefers to choose the tactic that involves maximum damage and charging the enemies is irrelevant to his skills.
|Resources=
'''Autobots:'''
 
As a ranking member of the autobots, he has access to all of their resourcces, bases, and the like. This provides him access to allies, energon, information, and transportation. 
'''Dinobots:'''
 
Grimlock is the leader of the dinobots and has access to all their resources. Beyond that he can count on them to help him whe necessary. Dinobots don't have a ton but they do have each other and for them, that's enough. 
'''Weapons:'''
 
Grimlock is not just powerful but also well armed. While in his T-Rex form, he has a galaxial rocket launcher mounted and his mouth can produce powerful gouts of flame empowered by energon that produce enough heat to even melt cybertronian armor. While in robot mode, he carries an energon sword that can cut clean through two foot of stone with ease. He also has a double-barrelled laser gun though he definitely prefers his sword.
|Weaknesses=
'''Bullheaded:'''
 
It's very simple. He is opiniated and he knows what he wants. When he decides something, he does it. Alternatives are not commonly considered. 
'''Decepticons:'''
 
Grimlock has to deal with the fact that he is an Autobot. The Decepticons are his enemy. However, he used to fight in the arena as a gladiator. He knew some Decepticons from then and in a way, they have tried to recruit him in the past. There's a part of him that wouldn't mind cutting loose from that milksop, Optimus Prime. He hasn't joined yet and isn't likely to, but the Decepticons continue to stand as both an enemy and a temptation for Grimlock. 
'''Energon:'''
 
He needs it. It isn't something he can get by without permanently. He can use other energy sources at times but he needs energy and Energon is best. Without it, he can end up reverting to stasis lock to reserve energy and life function. 
'''Short Fuse:'''
 
To say that Grimlock has a short temper is an understatement. This bot gets angry and it isn't really all that hard to push him to such a point. Heck, he doesn't even do that much to stop himself from becoming too angry. He can sometimes be level headed but it just isn't in his nature. 
'''Vocal Synth:'''
 
Thanks to a great deal of time spent in the Savage Land, eating not strictly energon rich food and the like, Grimlock's Vocal Synth has taken a bit of a beating. Combine this with him not minding at all if people underestimate his intelligence, he doesn't really speak all that well anymore and can come across as primitive.
}}
<gallery>
https://imgur.com/NoRzOy0
https://imgur.com/hRFuPgr
https://imgur.com/BSmt1um
https://imgur.com/6TrN5jz
</gallery>
[[Category:Cybertron-OOC]] [[Category:Space-OOC]] [[Category:Autobots]]

7095/Two Women But One Man: The Eternal Division

2019-03-30T15:03:51Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/30 |Location=Gotham - E-Train Tunnel |Synopsis=Joker gets Harley-confused. Jason gets even more confused. Things don't go as planned. |Cast..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/30
|Location=Gotham - E-Train Tunnel
|Synopsis=Joker gets Harley-confused. Jason gets even more confused. Things don't go as planned.
|Cast of Characters=11, 68
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:11|Joker (11)}} has posed:''' Gotham City Liquor Emporium had just opened its doors, not two hours earlier. The most fastidiously stocked and overstaffed liquor store arena in Gotham City, the nearby Gotham Police Headquarters was sure to bring in plenty of money. To the owner, that meant they had to have plenty of skin on hand, to show off the place to the police, plus the occasionally smartly dressed middle-aged wine demonstration representative from the sunny shores of California to show the steno pool the offerings of a suave and exquisite gentleman running a glorified alcoholism profiteer meant to prey on cops. But, some things bring disaster, even in a moment of victory such as the Gotham City police getting their own palatial liquor store, so close to their headquarters. There was a subway car halted in the subway beneath the district, full of models from the exposition. Some thirty terrified women were on a subway car, frozen in the tracks, with Joker there, staring at them all, swelteringly psychotic and sweating, staring at a bodaciously figured woman in a Harley Quinn outfit. It wasn't tasteless, per se, to dress as Harley Quinn, but it was if you were better looking than her because of the work you had put into your body. Hoodlums with shotguns stood around the models, and Joker held a huge handgun, pointing at her. "Harley, don't toy with me," Joker say, his words emoting too hard and around his thick lips. "Just talk like Harley again, use your words. I don't know what those men did to you, but you aren't my Harley anymore, not until you talk to me like I was your Puddin, sweet thing." The police have already been alerted to the hostage situation, and have the tunnel sealed off, press on the street turning the liquor store opening into the worst thing in recent history for Gotham small business. "Please don't kill me, Mister...J?" the woman says, with an irrespressible French accent, terribly different than Harley's accent. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' This is the reason why Gotham can't have nice things. Red Hood knew that the opening was going to draw more than the police and the pale-skinned nightbreathers who are only out to see and be seen, filling their Instagrams and other social pages with pictures of themselves posed and poised in the latest 'It' place to be in Gotham City. As much as the inevitability of death and taxes, someone from Gotham's underbelly would make their appearance and bring the evening's fun to a screaming halt. The surprise was when it turned out to come from the eavesdropped conversation of the Subway Authority's comms that one of the E-trains had gone late and an investiagtion had brought a request for assistance. Especially after one of the models on the train, this one dressed as the oft-forgotten Roxy Rocket had set up her live stream subtly, showing the entire hostage situation live from inside the car. "Trains. Love trains." cames Hood's response as he swung away on a grapple line from the Liquor Emporium and to the subway tracks. It didn't take long too long for the Hood to arrive on the scene. But then it was a note of who has taken the hostages that brings the ice into the veins of the helmeted vigilante. Leather and armored clad fists grip tightly as he fights off the urge to decide that the collateral damage would be enough to blow up the train car here and now to rid Gotham of the maniac clown's smile forever. But other drivers come into play, and eventually that urge is shoved away and boxed for use another day. The hoodlums were going to be the bigger task. And getting the girls cleared of the scene. Though the fact that Joker himself had taken an interest in an 'enhanced' Harley Quinn was not helping the situation in the least. The Hood's lens' dim for a moment in thought of the man within the helmet, and then he gets out his phone, sending a message to 'Roxy's' cellphone. 'Gather the girls at the back of the car, opposite the clown. Quietly.' Hopefully she's as smart as the real Roxy, or this is going to get too real, too quick. 

:'''{{#var:11|Joker (11)}} has posed:''' "No, no, no," Joker says, his lips puckering as his chin tilts upwards, making a gesture of his fingerpads of his fore and thumb on the left hand together, pinky splayed up and palm nearly level with the Earth. "Mistah /J/," Joker says, looking to be honestly disturbed in a pained way. "Please, Harley, come back to me. What did that Batman do? You and all these ladies, what is Batman doing?" The hoodlums spot the girls shifting to the back of the car, as Joker keeps his pistol aimed at the French pinup model, one of them speaking up. *BANG*. The hoodlum that was about to warn Joker, drops to the car, legs splayed in a triangle as he drops his shotgun, bleeding in a basin of blood at the base of the smooth, plastic curled seats of the subway car. "Boys? Keep quiet. This is some serious stuff here, guys. This lady is Harley Quinn. Batman has brainwashed her, into being French. There are two Harleys, now, and there is only one Harley, you see? How can there be two Harleys?" The woman, now sobbing at the gunshot and isolated from the rest of the beer girls, looks up at Joker, her make-up getting wet. "Joker is p-p-puddin'?" she murmurs, as Joker leans inwards, nodding slowly and tearing up. He touches her face with his left hand, the gun in the right beside her head as it smokes, seperated from her cheek by his fingers. "Don't worry, Harley, we'll fix whatever that Batman did to you. Now we know he likes French girls. That's good, isn't it, that we know his weakness? I know a doctor, or two, and we'll have them talk to you." He smiles. "So you can be my doctor again. I don't like doctors, unless it's you, Susie-Q." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The lingering blast of the large caliber handgun, the flash of light, in and out in an instant, much like the hoodlum's life - was brief, and it spurred action. The women in the train scream at the shot, whimpers and cries of panic. That is nothing unusual of course. The Joker's idea of spreading discontent is as much as the spring spreads pollen. Harley didn't get moved. That poses a problem. Jason can't go all out as he planned to. Instead, from the back of the train, where the women are gathered, the Hood pokes his head up for a moment and glances at the women inside. Perfect. The prey has been mostly seperated from the predator. Though in every prey pack, there is always the one, the sick, the wounded, that must be sacrificed for the whole. Is Harley to be this pack's sacrifice tonight? Moving to the roof of the car, Jason takes out a pair of smoke pellets and drops them in through the emergency exit and ventalation of the roof, causing them to erupt and one of the girl's to scream "Fire!" Hopefully the smoke creates just enough confusion for the back doors to open from their emergency pulls and give the women a chance to run down the tunnel - if they have the common sense to rid or break the ridiculous heels that they are wearing in the process. As the last woman is running out, a figure will be waiting for the first hodlum to come out and the Red Hood will immediately jump him, intending to take him down and drive the rest of them back into the car in fear. At least that's his /hope/. "/Joker/." comes Jason's voice over the comm. "Didn't you pay attention to the consent forum that White Rabbit was so nice to set up with her tea. Consent-tea - if she doesn't want the tea, you don't force her to have the tea. In other words. No means no." "Not that it's gonna stop me." 

:'''{{#var:11|Joker (11)}} has posed:''' Joker swerves up from Harley, clutching the crying woman to his bosom as he points his gun over her shoulder, at the smoking cabin. As the models escape, he shouts, "Get that blasted Batman!" The writhing woman held against him, he points his gun around the smoking subway car, as two remaining thugs with shotguns peer about in the smoke, looking for Red Hood, pointing their shotguns towards the open door and waiting for his shadow to emerge. They hold their guns at their hips and tilted upwards, experienced enough to know that a Gotham vigilante comes at you from above, and that a boomstick has one shot at taking one down. They don't, however, know that a shoulder mount is a faster trigger pull. "Haven't you ever felt, Batman, that this homophobic behavior that you display, is a sign of latent homosexuality?" Joker raves, not only thinking that the Red Hood is Batman, but clearly in a state of projected sexual confusion. "I'll tell you what you are, Batman - you're a bully! You took my beautiful gal, and you turned her into the villainous French!" He pulls backwards, dragging the woman with him, towards the other end of the subway, holding the revolver down the passage, at the smoke. "You know how it is, Batman! I just fell in love with a butt model, and she's right here, against me, with a broken heart! Just let me save love!" 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' If it's one thing that Jason's learned from his time in the All-Caste, its to use all directions. After falling the first hoodlum from above, the Red Hood is staying low, below the rising smoke. The next thug is slammed into with a shoulder into his side, and a taser blast from his escrima stick that is meant to drop him. But there's no fooling around tonight - especially when Joker refers to him by /that/ name. He is not, and possibly never will be the Bat. And that much he makes clear as from his hip, a silvered .45 is pulled and as one hoodlum goes down, a rapid pair of shots are fired into the center of the mass of the second hoodlum. Not to kill. But a shoulder wound and a hit to a hip should be more than enough to take down the shotgun armed man and make him rethink his life's choices. "Sorry, no Batman here to answer your crooning tonight, Joker. No, tonight, you get me." Rising from the smoke and shadow, the gun's barrel is raised, pointed, and poised at Joker's head. The Red Hood is unmistakable, the black combat armor, brown jacket, and red bat emblozzened on his chest. "Heard you were sick. I have your cure. Let go of the girl!" he barks, red helm reflecting what's left of the dim light in the subway car, villain and hero with guns turned on the other. 

:'''{{#var:11|Joker (11)}} has posed:''' "Not until I get a helicopter in my Happy Meal!" Joker screams, furiously, at Red Hood, with equal rage and certainty. He wrenches the girl around as she struggles, before he pulls himself and her to the door to the back of the subway, leaning against it, moving his pistol between his head and Red Hood's gun with the precision buckaroo of a Texan trained two-gun Marine back from two tours in Vietnam. One that fought with a Colt six-shooter and rode a buffalo on the beaches. "You may not be Batman, but I know where you got that idea for that trench helmet! Red Hood, eh? Tell me, Red Hood, how do you know what that even looks like, from all sides?!" he retorts in rage, not aware at the moment that he was the first man to wear the outfit. "She is the same, but she's not the same! How did you manage that? And now, she's shaking her cans for the dog pound they run in that police department? How much chow have they been feeding my Harley, anyways?" He turns away, for a split second, his grip on the girl loosening, head to the side as his left elbow hits the door release and the exit to the subway door unclicks, sliding open. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "You /don't/ know, do you?" Red Hood is actually paused for a moment and he /laughs/. He laughs for a few moment, as he steps forward through the smoke. "Do you want to see what it looks like from all sides, Joker? Do you really?" it's said in the same tone as Uncle Johnny asking his nephew if he really wants to put his hand in the box and see if what's inside bites him. As Joker is backing up, Red Hood lifts his hand up to his helmet. It's released with a rush of pressurized air, letting in Gotham's dank spring and dark within the helmet again as it comes apart on it's seams. The helmet is removed, set to the side. Stepping into the remaining harsh light of the subway, he wears the domino mask that he always keeps on for extra security when he's in the field - but there's no denying the face and mask. "And here I thought you'd appreciate the homage." Jason responds cooly. As Joker is reaching for the exit, Jason flings his the helmet forward at him in a 'think fast' moment - "Bomb!" he calls to Joker. Would Jason be insane enough to plant explosives in his own helmet? Who knows for sure - but the idea is clear. Distract the clown, drop his gun and reach to grab the girl and yank her, her cans, and everything else behind him so that she can flee in the direction of the other women. 

:'''{{#var:11|Joker (11)}} has posed:''' Joker's eyes widen, jaw drooping. "Robin? It's you. I thought I beat you to death for stealing Aunt Matilda's brillo pads instead of going to promenade..." he says hollowly. Then, he snaps out of his madness, and begins laughing, belting out laughter. "You came back, Robin! You came back to life! Now you're me! Now you're me!" He pushes out of the train and pushes the woman away, forward, into the career. "Insanity! It's all sheer insanity! I kill a man, he's me! They kill me, a man becomes me!" His feet echo down through the tunnel through the wetness and the dirt and mud, his purple dress shoes flapping down through the dark. Those uproarious echoes are heard going farther away, as Joker runs. Not particularly to get away, just out of the raving joy of the stars, as his mind comes back to him. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The Harley Quinn smacks solidly into Jason, giving Joker time to get out and get the door closed as he takes off - at his gait of victory. The woman stares down at Jason. "Thank you thank you thank you..." she starts to sob. The former Robin doesn't even notice as he pushes the woman off of him, and grunts. "Next time don't dress as someone that attracts the Clown's attention." he manages as he races back to his feet, kicking the door to force it open and out into the mud beyond. "I'm not you! I'm nothing like you!" Jason roars at the Joker as he flees. Racing out of the subway car, the Hood lower his pistol, aiming it down the range. He's been trained by some of the best marksmen in the world. Even as Joker gets further and further away, he knows if he fires in this moment, he has a higher than normal chance of winging the clown. Of killing him. Take the shot. You have him. This is what you've /waited/ for! the voice in his head is screaming at him. The pistol raises, the aim held. The breath drawn in shallowing, and then held. The finger tightens, muscle memory kicking in as he prepares to pull the trigger. And then what? You've spent the last several months following his rules. Doing everything you can to be /right/. And he's given you some leeway. You know he won't let you get away with this. What would he say? What would he do? "It doesn't matter..." Jason rumbles. What would /she/ say? That brings pause. She. The bright spot that's suddenly come into Jason's life. The sudden and incomprehendible complication of his life that has arrived with a bright smile, dark eyes, and warm heart. Would she allow him to go through with this cold and callous act of shooting a sick man in the back? Jason's teeth bite down down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw the copper taste into his mouth, swallowing the blood into his mouth. Blue eyes cloud over with tears, anger and just pure pain as he is reminded of every strike of that madman's crowbar against his skin. It'd be so easy. The steeled weapon drops to the mud. And Jason soon follows after it to his knees in the mud between the tracks. He had his chance. It was there. It was in his hands. And he's letting him walk. 
}}

7012/All-Blade: Seeking a Raider for Adventure

2019-03-24T06:14:31Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/23 |Location=American Museum of Natural History |Synopsis=Jason visits Lara Croft to ask for her help with finding an ancient blade. |Cast..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/23
|Location=American Museum of Natural History
|Synopsis=Jason visits Lara Croft to ask for her help with finding an ancient blade.
|Cast of Characters=67, 68
|Tinyplot=All-Blade
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Not everything Lara Croft recovers is of massive magical origins with mega amounts of mystical powers. Nope, some of it is just really impressive relics of a by-gone era. Its these items that Croft brings to the Natural History Museum in the United States (when able to of course, some of the items can be challenging to get out of the country she discovers them in). As of today? Lara is in attendance of a Japanese Imperial Historical event. She'd brought two things to the event and donated them, an ancient Japanese sword from a blacksmith of legendary renown, and the helmet of a famous Samurai warrior. Certainly not items that her employers SHIELD would wish to have, but ones that the Nat History Museum are quite glad to take, this is why she's considered a valued associate to the museum. Lara is wearing a black leather jacket over a white top and a black dress that goes down to her ankles, its fancy attire, though the leather jacket adds a bit of casual flare to the ensemble all together. She's speaking to a few patrons visiting the exhibit. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Truth be told, Jason Todd is not a cultured sort. Most of his culture is usually a cup of yogurt. However, he needs help - and he knows it. After learning of the death of someone close to him and an attack on him and Kitty a few evenings ago, he realized he was going to need help with the undertaking that he's planning. And he doesn't want Bruce or any other member of close family involved. This is personal business. That is what brings him to the Museum of Natural History. The Wayne Foundation has made plenty of donations to the Natural History Museum in the past. It's a piece of leverage that Jason hopes to use to his advantage to at least get his foot in the door to meet with one of their curators. The other part of getting in the door he carries beneath one of his arms in a satchel. It's scanned at the security station and passes through with little issue as he makes his way through the small crowds - thankfully these events aren't as well attended as a social soiree. He glances at a picture on his smartphone that he had found of his target. Dressed in a pair of nice slacks and a polo shirt, he does try not to stand out in a crowd as he approaches where Lara is speaking with the others. "The blade of Minamoto No Tametomo is an impressive addition, Miss Croft." Jason offers as he glances towards the exhibit. "Is it true that it is the blade that he committed seppuku with, marking him as the first to do so?" comes the curious question to her. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Jason's approach, and spoken words, draws Lara's brown eyed gaze onto him and she registers what he says after a moment which draws a smile across her red hued lips as she glances back to the sword and then back to him. "There wasn't a body there when I found it." She admits to him. "But... its a romantic story, if a bit sad at the same time, so it is one we can continue to believe to be true. Evidence hasn't been found to suggest otherwise yet, at the very least." She has a very smooth and very British voice, London standard accent in fact. Her right hand extends toward him then and she keeps a smile. "You know my name, but I'm sadly at a loss for yours. Are you a contributor to the museum or just an admirer of this particular era of history?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "My father is more the contributor than I am. I'm more into other works of art." Lara would definetly count as that, but Jason's on his better behaviour this afternoon. His own accent marks him as Jersey born and raised - though there's hints of other languages in there. "My apologies for not making the introduction." Accepting Lara's hand in a warm grip of his own, he gives a bob of his head in greetings. "Jason Todd - though you're probably more familiar with my father, Bruce Wayne." He adjusts the satchel on his arm and grins. "It's ironic that you were having a meet and greet over a pair of swords. I have information on another pair of blades I wanted to ask your assistance with. I have one half of the blades with me and I'm putting together an expedition to find the other half. I was told that you were one of the foremost expiditionists in the world." 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara draws her hand back after they shake exchange and she continues to softly smile at him, even nods once more to his words. "I know of your father, I've yet to ever meet him or see him in person though. He seems like a wonderful man though, from what I hear he does everything in his power to help your city be a better place." She motions to the exhibits on display here today, its a busy weekend mid day in the museum too... a place that is a very popular tourist location inside Manhattan. "Now that I know he's a donating contributor, I'd very much like to meet him someday as well." Lara adds before she looks back to Jason. His next words amke her tilt her head just a little in an physical expression of sudden curiosity. A slow and small grin shows on the Brit's lips. "I'm certainly in that category, or so I'm told." She says back at first before she then laces her fingers together in front of her lap. "Are you inviting me to join this expedition then?" She asks further. "It does sound like an interesting goal you are seeking, admittedly." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "This is not an expedition to be funded by my father - this will come my own personal funds." Jason has enough funds and favors to call in to make sure that the trip is handled. "The place I am searching for is known as the Acres of All." The name of the place might mean something to Lara - a mystical location deep in the Himalayans that have previously gone undiscovered. A mythical place that is said to be suspended in time and space - a place of memories captured and held in check. A place that supposedly doesn't exist. "Now, before you call me mad and send me on my way.. first, you would not be the first pretty girl to say that." Jason smiles wryly at that. "Second. I have the proof of it's existance in this bag. If there a place taht we could speak more quietly on this, without prying eyes?" he asks with a fold of his hands into his pockets to give him the appearance of being non-chalant - though Lara can read the small signs of his body language - he's telling a truth. But there's things that he's also keeping out of it. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' The first of what he says earns nothing more than a nod, if he has the funds she is inclined to believe him--being that he's the son of Bruce Wayne he likely has some money of his own at this point in his life. She does spend a second or so trying to figure out how old Jason is just by staring at him, she summarizes that he looks like he may have just recently graduated college. Younger than her by a few years most likely. Her eyes then move to the bag that he has indicated, she has indeed heard of this place. "Don't worry." Lara then quietly says, looking back up to him. "A number of years ago I would likely not be so ready to believe you, but now? I've come to change my perception on the secrets of this world not always being stories to entertain the imaginations of children. Some of the, many, have turned out to be quite... real." Lara then draws in a breath and she nods once to him. "Come with me, there's a conference room just around the corner there." She starts to walk, her shoes clicking on the polished floors of the museum. There is quite a lot of natural sunlight shining in from the glass ceilings above, but as they pass out of the main area and into the hallway where there are doors set between exhibits, the lighting shifts to strips along the tops of the walls near the arched ceilings. Lara opens a door to a conference room that has one glass wall out onto the city and the rest are simple white and covered in pictures or display screens. "So what have you found, Mister Todd?" She asks as she steps in toward the oval table that dominates the middle of the room's floor. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The fact that she didn't immediately call him crazy and send him away brings a moment of relief to Jason. Usually, telling the normal people about the fantastic tends to draw looks. Though Lara Croft probably doesn't count as /normal/ by any stretch of the imagination. Following her back to the conference room that she has indicated, Jason follows Lara in and moves over to the table and sets down the satchel. "Not found, Miss Croft." he corrects. "Given. Some time ago by the leader of the All-Caste." He doesn't know if Lara knows of them or not, the anctient warrior monks that supposedly occupy the very Acres that Jason is searching for. "I have a rough idea of where to find it - but I need someone that can help with what we may find within." With that, he opens the satchel. He takes in the sun and the view, relishing being out in the light - even if the dark is usually his wheelhouse. With that, he puls out a blade. Correction - he pulls out the remains of a blade. Made of copper, Lara can faintly make out the anctient runes that are along the flat of the blade. The blue metal that makes up the hilt of the blade. The metal is old. Very old. Perhaps even dating back to the Bronze Age. And it's shattered. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' As the sword is produced, Lara is flipping on the overhead lights in the conference room. The sunlight from outside had the room very well illuminated for the average needs of getting around, but the overhead lights would make inspecting that sword he just produced far more easy. Lara steps toward him, and more specifically it. She motions for him to deposit it onto the table while she is already running her eyes over the entirety of its surface. "Its certainly seen better days, I would imagine." She comments then, the runes and inscriptions are certainly what she's investigating the closest to try to get information on the origins of the item itself. "How exactly did you come across this again?" She then asks while staring at it yet still, able to see a lot more about it than the average person would. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Would you believe me if I told you I was trained by the All-Caste?" Jason asks as he gets just the thinnest of smiles. The blade looks as though it was recently /used/ in fact. The breaks in it are fresh. This weapon hasn't had time to sit and weather and rust. It was carried. It was use. It appears that it wasn't shattered no more than forty-eight hours ago. The remains of the blade are set upon the table with reverence. "It is said that the blades can only cut into absolute evil or magic." he explains. He would know he was the wielder - and as the heir of the All-Caste, they were his blades to have. "This one was to given to me by an old monk. The second is in the Chamber of All, waiting to be retrieved. It needs to be retrieved. In a very expidted manner." "I know you are going to ask for proof of this claim." He considers for a moment, and then smirks. "Don't take this as me being forward." Slipping off his jacket, he reaches down and untucks his shirt to remove it. There are marks on his body - similar to the Demon's Head of anctient orders, and script in Chinese that definetly doesn't look like it was applied at a back alley tattoo parlor. It is a ward of cleansing - a clearing of the mind and body - of removing something very dark from someone's soul- if the script on his skin is to be believed. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' "I'll go out on a limb here and assume that you're the one who recently broke this blade then?" Lara asks as she does take note of the new damage to it, seeing the fresh breaks were rather easy to spot as they had no where near the wear and weathering of the rest of the blade's surface. Lara is looking down at the blade further while the man moves to showcase his bodily artwork, she's talking while he's preparing to do that. "The All-caste?" She asks then while reaching out to trace her fingers along the blade's surface, her right hand gently inspecting it through tactile touch. "I was under the impression that an internal power struggle had ended that group of warrior monks, a long time ag--." Lara looks up and over at him, she sees his tattoos and after a sudden pause in her words she finishes her sentence. "Oh." Croft's dark eyebrows furrow a bit as she inspects the man's painted skin, it doesn't take her long to see that it looks legit to the region as she knows it. So after a few more moments, her eyes look up to his. She stares at him for a second of lingering silence. "What are your intentions with this blade, should you recover it." She motions to the broken one beside them. "Are you... using these?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Pulling the shirt back into place, Jason nods. "The Untitled have risen. They have slaughtered the All-Caste. I am the last one left." comes the quiet admission. "Yes. I plan to use them. They are an evil as anctient as this blade. And this blade could be the only way to stop them. They are only weak to copper. And they take the souls and bodies that they want. Corrupt them, and expand. There's only a handful of them that can do this though." "I plan to kill them all before they kill me." He says this, even if it may dissuade Lara from going with him on this mission. He pulls his shirt back into his place and tucks it in. "If they gain access to the Chamber of All or the Lazarus Pit, it will be the awakening of a massive evil on Earth." 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' "No, I mean..." Lara starts then as she hears Jason say all of this. She looks tothe broken blade and then back to him. "I was under the impression that the All-caste had been, destroyed, a long time ago." She didn't know they were still operating as recently as it would take to train Jason here before her. The rest of what he says? Well that just makes her fold her arms together over her stomach and she looks from him, to the blade again. "I'm an employee of SHIELD, Mister Todd." Lara says then, her eyes returning to his once he has his clothing situated once more. "A division within SHIELD that is tasked with stopping artifacts, like you speak of, from allowing sinister individuals to do harm to the world through their acquisition." A short pause then as she knows how she talks sometimes, it requires a breaking down. "I'm tasked with getting powerful items, before the 'bad people' can." She says then, showing a faint smirk. "I can help you." Lara says to him then. "But I can't promise that we won't butt heads on the... ethics... of what to do with whatever it is we find along the way." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I tell you what. We find the blade, and after I use it for what it needs to be used for? You may have it. You can put it on display. You can lock it up in SHIELD." Jason makes in counter offer. He leans over, laying his hands flat on the table. "And in this case? I may be a bad person - but if the people that get this weapon do? Then your definition of bad is going to be turned on it's head." However, she seems to be agreeable to his terms, and Jason gives a nod of his head - he does leave the offer on the table for her. "I'm not exactly known for my winning personality. That's more my father's thing." There's a grin offered at that before he gestures to the current remains of the blade on the table. "I turn these over to you, then. As a token of my good faith that I will make sure that you are able to carry out your duties." 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' There's a number of reactions and actions Lara takes with items she recovers. If they're thought to have power--and its public knowledge that she found them, then they often end up here at the Natural History Museum... except fake reproductions. They'll put fakes here (Or other locations depending on the legalities of the item in question) while the real one is put into a very safe location where 'Top People' can keep watch over the powerful relic. Lara is quick to show the man a smile. "I didn't mean to imply that I believed you feel into the 'bad' category, Mister Todd. My apologies." She corrects herself on that point. She looks to the broken blade again and she reaches out to motion toward it. "I just meant that artifacts such as this one, are often under the pursuit of many who very definitely and clearly--are, quite bad. HYDRA. Trinity. More-on and so-forth." When he offers her what he's brought here, she shows him a warm smile, it makes her whole face look a bit softer and happier. "Thats sweet of you." She says in a calming tone of her British accented voice. "Thank you." Her right hand produces contact information on a card from her black leather jacket's pocket. "Here, all the ways you can contact me to arrange whatever it is you have planned." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Accepting the card, Jason tucks it away. "I look forward to contacting you when I'm ready then. Thank you for the assistance, Miss Croft. I look forward to working together with you." Yes, he realizes that Lara is going to find out that Jason is the Hood, most likely. Who knows, she may already know. SHIELD's sneaky like that. But this was a calculated risk that he had to take, to ensure that she would help. In that, Jason's more likely to open doors than Red Hood is. 
}}

7009/All-Blade: The Long Ride Home

2019-03-24T06:12:50Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/23 |Location=Gotham City |Synopsis=Jason and Kitty get information on a ride home. And Kitty gets only more stubborn. |Cast of Characters=6..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/23
|Location=Gotham City
|Synopsis=Jason and Kitty get information on a ride home. And Kitty gets only more stubborn.
|Cast of Characters=68, 296
|Tinyplot=All-Blade
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' See. Here's the deal with having a girlfriend. You nearly get your lung ripped out by an anctient evil that you were trained to defend yourself against, and suddenly they won't take no for an answer when you want to go off to find out what happened. As the smoke dissipates from the Untitled that carried out the attack on Kitty, Tim, and Jason, the later of the three frowns. "Going to have to cut the weekend short, Kitty." he offers rather undiplomatically. Of course, this presents a problem, because Kitty is his ride home. She would have to want to show off the Avalon that Bruce had brought for her. He glances to Kitty, and heads for the passenger's side door as he puts away the copper blade he had with him. Hopefully she's civil enough to drive him home. Right? 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde keeps the copper pipe in hand as they head over to the car. She unlocks it, though Jason already is keyed into it so he can enter via code or thumbprint as well. The slender brunette slides behind the wheel, waiting for Jason to be seated and belted before she replies, "No, of course I understand. We'll pack fast and get a flight. I'll let people know I'm going to be gone," she tells him as she pulls out of the parking space and then turns out onto the street to head home. "So what exactly is this we're dealing with? Is she human, or something else?" Kitty asks, as if he hadn't indicated she wouldn't be coming with him. Because that was just for Tim's benefit, obviously. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Kitty, you're not going." Jason is resolute on this. As he settles into the passenger's seat - maybe he decides this is a good time to buckle up. It's going to be a bumpy ride. "You have your duties to the school, Janet, all of that. And this is a part of my past I'm not sure I want to share with you yet." he lets out a breath as he slumps into the seat. His arms fold over his chest and he cuts a side-eye at Kitty as he setles in. "It was just a start. That was a feeler. A message. It's only going to get worse, and you're not prepared for what I need to do. I need to call in some favors, and do some things that won't exactly be approved of. By anyone." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "I'd say your past has decided to share itself with me, whether you were ready or not," Kitty tells Jason. She glances over to him but mostly keeps her eyes on the road. "Jason. We're in this together. I know you can probably take care of this alone. But you don't have to. I have a responsibility to you as well," Kitty says. "And if that thing is anything as bad as she seems, I think the world's better off if I'm spending my time with you helping stop her. That's part of what being an X-man is all about," Kitty says. That's the first time she's mentioned the name of her team to him. She looks over to him. "Just trust me to be there and have your back. Just like I know you'll have mine," she says. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "He's not telling you because he doesn't know." comes a voice from the back seat. Jason grabs the pistol that is in the glove box - don't ask when he stashed it in there, Kitty - but when he glances in the rearview, he lets out a breath and frowns. "Your timing sucks, Essence." he mutters. "You are a hard man to find when you want to be, Jason." In Kitty's back seat is a woman of very pale skin and stark white hair. Her outfit seems to consume her whole frame and is made from the shadow itself. Her eyes are /empty/. Dark pits that are lightly made up, with stitches going from her eyebrows and curving along her scalp. "So it's true?" he asks Essence. "Yes. Ducra is dead. It is time for you to come home." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde's eyes jerk up to the rear view, and she then turns to get a look at the woman in the back seat directly, a hand going over to rest on Jason preemptively should they need to get out of the car immediately. As Jason doesn't react negatively to the sudden appearance, Kitty relaxes a bit. But keeps her hand in contact with him just the same. Her eyes flit back and forth between the road and mirror, keeping an eye on the woman that Jason named Essence. Kitty says nothing for now, not interrupting their conversation. She continues driving, the car making a smooth right onto the next road, a few blocks from Jason's brownstone. Outside the air is brisk and a light wind stirs the branches of the few trees planted in spots along the streets, their branches just starting to have a few buds here and there as if they've sensed Spring nearing. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' As they drive, Essence gives the smallest of smiles. "You always chose the smart ones, Jason." she says in a tone that suggests she may know that more than most. "You had your shot, then you were banished. Now talk." Essence sighs. "Your impetuence is as terrible as always, Jason. Always rushing into things. But in this case, I'll allow it." She lifts her head for a moment, those empty eyes looking back into the mirror and locks with Kitty's. As if sharing and baring her soul to the other woman, she starts her story. "It begins at the dawn of man. There were nine of them. Brothers and sisters. A clan." she explains, taking Kitty back to that time, where they are emerging from their caves and going on a hunt. They are high in the mountains - Kitty can't quite place where they are - but it's cold. Freezing. They are high up. Her breath is shallow - it's hard to find oxygen where they are - it is thin. "They sought shelter from the coming storm. They found it in a cave higher than they had been before. As they went further down into the cave, they come across a pit of darkness - pure black. The youngest of them, a woman with a young child herself, is trying yo convince the others not to approach. But the oldest male does not listen. He drinks from the pit - and the darkness consumes him - and one by one, the darkness spreads, enveloping and devouring each of the siblings. "It started with the weakness. It went. One by one - from the depths of the planet's very core as it devoured each one of them. The last - Ducra - held out the longest. She defied the evil that had consumed her brother and the others. And it was there that the Untitled was born. And the All-Caste with it." Kitty's vision returns just in time for her to realize that she's nearly made the whole drive home - guided by an unseen hand as the woman in the back glances towards Jason. "With Ducra gone..." "You've decided to side with the Untitled." Jason interrupts. "Foolish as always. And quick to judge. It was one of the enduring things about you I didn't like. But I am the one that is left to carry on. My mother is gone. And you are my instrument." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde feels herself shivering as the cold of the mountain air sinks in to her bones. The shelter of the cave is welcome, until the sight of the black pit fills her with a sense of foreboding. The events play out and eventually Kitty's vision clears, just in time to find herself pulling into the brownstone's driveway. She puts the car in park and turns it off. Kitty slowly turns in her seat to regard Essence directly. Then a glance over to Jason. "So these Untitled, the siblings. They were opposed by Ducra? And... she found others? This All-Caste were with her? What is it that these siblings taken by evil wish to accomplish?" Kitty asks, as if trying to understand all of the players and their motivations. She looks over to Jason, judging his reactions to what Essence has been saying, as well. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "What does all evil wish to accomplish?" Essence asks Kitty, before she gives a small chuff of laughter. "You wanted to know why he didn't want you to go. You shouldn't go. You'll be safer for it." Before Kitty can ask another question, Essence is gone from the backseat of the car. Jason glances aside to Kitty as he reaches to unbuckle his seatbelt. "Kitty.." he starts to say, trying to find some way to convey his worry. And his fear. He knows that it's dangerous. "That pit that she mentioned? It's what became known as one of the Lazarus Pits. One of only a few around the world. The All-Caste protected it from being taken by the Untitled. If they get their hands on it..." It brought Jason's soul back - can one imagine what shadows can do to it? 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde stares at the backseat as the woman is suddenly just gone. "Not even a *bamf*," she comments to herself with a shake of her head before looking back to Jason. Once he has unbuckled his seat belt, Kitty is reaching over to slip her hand into his. Lacing fingers with him. "I know that it's dangerous. And that you don't want to put me in harm's way. You're a good boyfriend for that," Kitty tells Jason, her eyes lit with warmth and emotion as she gazes at him. "But this is something that needs doing. Better we stop them before they get control of this... this pit. Than after," Kitty tells him. She leans closer, resting her head against Jason's, forehead to forehead. "We're in this together, Jason. If they need to be stopped? Then we'll stop them together." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "You are a very stubborn woman, Katherine." Jason responds. He lets out a breath and reaches up to cup her cheek and meets her eyes. "Fine." he finally says. "But you beter be as good as you claim." It's said not quite as a tease. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde leans her head tenderly into Jason's touch. "Of course I'm stubborn. Because I'm the right girl for you, Jason Todd. And it takes a stubborn woman to want to marry you one day," she tells him, her eyes warm as she gazes back over at him. Kitty reaches up and cups the hand atop her cheek with her own. "I did help free your lung from... one of the Untitled," Kitty points out with a not-quite-teasing grin back. Still settling into the terminology for what they are up against. "So copper hurts them? Does anything else? Fire or electricity or.. is it just that?" she asks him. "And, what else do I need to know about them. What they can do?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I'm sure you'll change your mind.. five or six dozen times before that happens." If it does. Jason doesn't have the best of dating luck, after all. "But yes. You are a very stubborn woman. And it seems that I can't talk you out of this." he blows out a breath. "Yes. Only copper. And not refined. It has to be pure. Magic also affects them. They are made of shadows - but it's not the type of shadow that can be repelled with light. Don't underestimate Essence. She was only doing me a service for our former relationship. She is far more dangerous than you can assume." "I'm going to need more help on this. Someone that can help in the terrain, and knows the art of hunting for artifacts. I may have to go call in some favors that are owed to me as well." Jason lets out a breath. "But you already opened that can of worms by inviting yourself on this one." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde reaches over to cup Jason's cheek, and then leans over to kiss his lips. "Have I shown the slightest doubt so far?" she asks as she looks into his eyes. "But at least you realize you can't talk me out of it. Which just shows that I've fallen in love with a -very- smart man," Kitty tells Jason. She climbs out of the car then, bringing the copper pipe with her. Glancing at it, unsure it would have done much good or not as Jason spells out what they are up against. They climb the steps and open the door of the brownstone and pass inside before she continues the conversation. "I see. I... well. I guess I'll have to see if I can get my hands on a magic sword then. It might be asking a lot," she tells him. She lets out a soft sigh, as if there's some reluctance there, but not so much to overcome the need. "So... what does it take for them to get control of this pit? Is it simply a matter of having possession and access to it? Or is there some means of accessing it that they would need to get hold of to do that?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "That.. that is going to be a trip in itself. And I'm not sure what the price will be yet, Kitty. We won't know that until we find out what's there. I don't know what price Talia paid for me to be trained there." Jason admits as he moves to close up the car so that she can lock it up. He leans against the car for a moment before pushing off to follow Kitty to the house. "These are things I wasn't I wanted you to know about yet." he admits with a push of his hand through his hair. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde waits for Jason inside the house. Turning back to face him. "I know that you weren't," she tells him. "I'm sorry that some things about yourself, have come to light in ways or times that you didn't choose, or want," Kitty says. She moves closer, and slips her hands down to rest on Jason's hips as she looks up at him. "But none of them have lessened what I feel for you, Jason," she tells him quietly. "My feelings for you have only grown stronger over time." She rests her head forward, nestling it against Jason's chest as if she takes strength from is presence. For she does. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Leaning back against Kitty, Jason lets out a breath and holds onto her as tightly as he can. Because she's there. And he needs her there right now as much as she wants to be there. There is a lot to do still. 
}}

6963/Swamp Rescue

2019-03-20T03:10:57Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/20 |Location=Slaughter Swamp |Synopsis=Wolfsbane and Angel show up at a special recovery mission and run into trouble. |Cast of Characters=..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/20
|Location=Slaughter Swamp
|Synopsis=Wolfsbane and Angel show up at a special recovery mission and run into trouble.
|Cast of Characters=182, 1251
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' It was mid-evening when the distress call went out. "Med-evac Alpha Two Four, mayday, mayday! We're carrying precious cargo. A heart for transplant, we're going down! Mayday, mayday!" That was ten minutes ago. Now, over Slaughter Swamp, Warren Worthington III, otherwise known as Angel is in the air over the area. He carried in his arms a young woman that as he got near the swamp, he set down Rahne to let her go. "I couldn't see anything from the air. It's near pitch black down there. You going to be alright?" he asks, concern over his features for a moment as he prepares to release her. "Stay in touch. I'll be flying around and ready to transport whoever I need to when you find them." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Since graduation from the New Mutants, Wolfsbane's role at the mansion has been in a state of flux. While there's been some talk of her potentially moving up to join the X-Men, that's all it's been so far: just talk. For her part, she's been in no particular hurry on a decision, giving her time to figure out if she'd work better as a mentor to the current New Mutants, be an X-Man, or just be around to help out as needed. The 'as needed' part is how she ended up with Warren on the way to Slaughter Swamp, responding to a call of a downed medical helicopter with something very time-sensitive on board. Flying there with Warren, it's not the most comfortable method of travel but it's also not the slowest, all things considered. Squinting into the darkness of the trees that surround the swamp area, she says, "It's hard tae make oot verra much from up here either. I dinna see any smoke or fire, an' I'm no' sure if tha's good or bad yet. I think I'll do better if I can get a scent." As such, she's let down so she can break into a cautious run forward, going in practically blind. They at least have two-way communications so they can speak. "I'm going in." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' Once she's on the ground, the scent of swamp hangs heavy in the air. The decay, life, vegetation, waste disposal. All of it mixes together into a not altogether pleasant odor. However, now that they aren't rushing through the air, and Rahne has a moment to get her bearings, the scent of oil smoke is somewhat present in the air - it comes from the southwest, where the spruce trees grow thicker, and the land of the marsh becomes more impassible, the tangle of roots and ground water and mud all jumbled together into a marshy mess that hides pitfalls where a person could disappear to never be seen again. It's why it got it's name - the mob used these grounds to hide the bodies of informats and those turned against them. Angel takes back to the air and he chuckles. "Be careful, Rahne. It didn't smell all that pleasant down there, and I'm sure I'm going to have to pay for a good dry cleaning after this is done." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' "Och, it smells horrible," Wolfsbane confirms, nose wrinkling from her spot down on the surface. "But I've go' something, Go toward th' southwest from muh spot," she adds, beginning to move in that direction. She has to do it more slowly than she'd like, and as she goes there may be an increased chance she's going to need a very long soak in a warm bath later on, but that bridge will be crossed as needed. For now, the wolfen mutant's got to navigate terrain that's difficult to pass. She doesn't really know the history of the swamp area, and it may be for the best right now. A bare foot sinks into something squishy, and she makes a face. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' The swamp's darkness seems to go on forever. In the light from the sky, it didn't seem so bad - but now, that Rahne is in it? It seems that the darkness and dankness of the swamp is all encomapssing. Eventually, however, after about ten minutes of searching and following her nose, Wolfsbane can make out the faint glow of chemlights in the distance. As she gets closer, the trees start to give way, and she can make out the helicopter. It was a military surplus Blackhawk that had been pressed into medical service. It was still a good workhorse. But it's broken in half now. The tail and rotor of the helicopter is hung up in the trees of the swamp. The main part of the helicopter is nose-down in the swamp itself. % 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Fortunately it's not a bad night to be out, so there is some natural light for the mutant to track by. Wolfsbane's still got to be careful about it, however. There's no telling what she might run into out here as the minutes tick by agonizingly slowly, while also feeling like they go by swiftly. "I can see some sort o' lights ahead," Rahne now reports back, giving her location for the flyer to lock on to and follow from above. "Do ye see them, or are they under cover from where ye are?" she asks. Fortunately she finds a few good spots to plant her feet as she approaches, but the state of the chopper is..not good. "Och, this is bad," she notes. "Part o' it's in th' trees, an' th' rest is in th' muck. I dinna see anyone yet." 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' "I hear you, Rahne. Send me a sign and I'll be there in a matter of moments." Angel responds as he circles back around and tucks in his wings to pick up speed and head towards the swamp and the spot that Rahne marks for him. From the wreckage, one of the moments of the crew comes crawling out of it. Around his shoulders, he's carrying a satchel - an Igloo shaped container marked with a large + - Human Organs for Donation - + on the side of it. As he just gets out of the wreckage, a large arm rises from the swamp, grabbing the man and starts to drag him down. "Noooo!" he screams. Rising from the swamp is a figure made of plants and wood. "Who comes into the Floronic Man's swamp belongs to me!" he growls, the plants on his body reaching out to wrap around the man to start to drag him - and his precious cargo underneath the muck to possibly devour! 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane frowns. "I didna bring anything tae use for a sign," she points out, checking herself over. No flashlight, no flare, none of that. "But it's just up ahead from where I am." /That/ ought to help pinpoint things, right? Just as she begins to say she can see someone alive with the donated organ in question, there's a yelp that comes through the comms. "There's someone attacking!" she calls out, dipping into a crouch near a mass of plants and vines tangled into the swamp. Then, she gets a look at whoever appears responsible for it. Floronic Man? Not someone, or something she's ever heard of, but she shouts, "Let him go! He's trying tae transport a heart tae someone in need o' it tae live!" Maybe she can appeal to whatever reason the creature possesses? But, the plants coming to life in a place like this? Not so good. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' "Great. That's real helpful, Rahne.." Then he hears her change in voice and yelp. "Wolfsbane? Report! Talk to me, Rahne!" he calls out, as Angel stops in mid-air, spreading his wings wide. Maybe if she can see the white of his wings, she can tell him where to go. His voice is concerned and worried for her - he's the one he asked for help, after all. And now she's in trouble. "They all rot! You rot. They rot. They all become food for the green!" Floronic Man claims as he tosses aside the crew member for the moment, sending him careening against the side of the helicopter. And he lifts his arm, and the roots beneath Rahne start to move to try to grab at the woman if she's not fast enough to escape their grasp. "I shall feed you to the plants. As many others before!" 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' "It's someone controlling plants!" is all Wolfsbane can share for the moment, urgency in her words. Looking up, unfortunately, is not the easiest thing for her to do right now considering the focus she needs to spend on the one who's surprised her, not to mention the poor pilot or whoever it was from the helicopter. "I said let him go!" Maybe Warren will hear the voices as he gets closer? Then, "Why are ye doing this? Whit did they do tae ye?" Wolfsbane asks, voice still raised. As soon as she feels something rustling beneath her feet, she hops away. She can only hope the impact on the crew member isn't too bad, and that the heart inside the container isn't damaged by any of this. It has to be fragile. A couple of the roots graze an ankle, but that's the most for the moment. "Just stop it!" 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' "They invaded my land. They spread their pollution and death. They will feed my world instead!" Apparently Floronic Man isn't listening to what Rahne's offering at the moment. "I did let him go. But both of you will end up food for the Green. It is your inevitability - you should give in to it now." he responds as he moves to cut off Wolfsbane from getting to the crewman - throny vines rip from his body to try to slice into her sides and take hold as he moves forward. Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be able to get bigger. The sound of a voice catches Angel's ears - his eyes and ears more made like an avian's, and he perks. "Just keep screaming, Rahne, I'm coming!" he promises her, as he makes a sharp 180 in the sky to head back to where he heard her voice. 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane might not have much say in the matter if those thorn-laden vines get in on her. "I'm doon here!" she shouts, but more of her attention is on the one now moving to attack her. At least it beats him drawing the crewman and the cargo down into the swamp. "I'm no' about tha'!" she claims. "I love nature!" It's true, at least. Whatever he's talking about with the Green is beyond her, but it must be related to the plants he can clearly control. As those vines surge forward she ducks under them, but a couple still leave cuts over exposed shoulders and arms, enough that she hisses out in initial pain before the adrenaline kicks in. "I'm asking ye..please listen tae reason!" But, what reason? They don't even know who the heart transplant is for. It could be for a good person. It might be for a bad one. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' "You are worse than a human - you are a creature. Creatures only feed on the Green. They do not respect it as they should. The world belongs to the Green!" Floronic Man starts to whip at her with a vine again, when a pair of feathered blades whip through the darkness with a high whistling sound, and collide with the vine, slicing it off and sending the plant creature backwards. "Stop playing with the salad, and get to the heart!" Warren calls out to Rahne as he flares his wings. "I don't know who or what you are, but you're preventing us and hurting others, and we're not going to play nice." he rumbles. Wolfsbane's enhanced senses may pick up on it. Warren isn't exactly playing nice at the moment. He may be on the verge of becoming Archangel. 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane tried. Nobody can say she didn't. She sought to appeal to whatever good nature might be in the one attacking, but it's gone for naught. "Creature? Ye're one tae talk," she finally bites back after figuring out she isn't liable to talk Floronic Man down from his aggressiveness. "From whit I can see, ye're th' one no' respecting life, no' me." About that time, the feathery blades cut through the vine that was about to come close enough to strike, and she uses the opening to rush on ahead toward what's left of the chopper, crouching by the likely injured man. "Are ye all right? Can ye stand?" she asks, working an arm underneath a shoulder. Hopefully there's no bad reaction to when it's realized she's what she is, as she's also reaching for the cargo. "We need tae get ye oot o' here, an' get tha' where it belongs. Where's yuir partner?" Nobody flies alone. But, something about the way Warren's coming in aggressively gives her extra reason to hesitate. "Angel! Stay under control!" she calls out, sensing added danger there. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' The crew member looks up at the former New Mutant as she approaches. He looks rough - but then again, he just survived a plane crash. "Pilot and co-pilot are dead. We need to get this to Mt. Sinai." he responds, gesturing to the satchel at his side. He gets to his feet, but it's clear he's not walking, the leg is broken. Floronic Man turns his attention to Warren. "Even birds are only food for the Green!" Thick wooden vines lash out, grabbing Warren by the legs, and his wings slice at them, but more and more vines wrap and yank him down and beneath the surface of the muck, a loud 'Gack!' coming from Angel as he diseappears beneath the surface, and starts to thrash his wings wildly. Apparently Rahne is not the only one that will be needing a bath tonight if they survive this. Turning his attention back to Wolfsbane and the crewmember, Floronic Man prepares to attack them directly. So far Rahne hasn't attempted to strike - so he doesn't see her as a threat. "You will be a meal - just like your winged friend!" he crows, chuckling darkly as he approaches the pair. 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane's expression falters at the news, confirming the conditions of the other two. "If we can get them oot o' here, we will, but we've go' bigger problems right noo." She's crouching a bit, using the side of the helicopter for whatever cover it can provide, but things take a sudden turn for the worse. Angel, as the primary focus of Flornic Man's new attack, is ensnared by multiple vines that seek to drag him down into the depths of the swamp, and in this moment she reacts. "Nae!" The bag is left with the crewman, because just as their attacker is coming back around to face the others, he'll be dealing with fangs and claws practically in his face, a snarling leap made by the wolfen woman as she makes to pounce and slash at him. "We will /no'!/" she growls, anger and survival pushing her to finally act more decisively. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' Floronic Man is surprised by the woman's sudden attack. There's a yelp of surprised - although he's made of plant, he's not terribly strong, and Wolfsbane is up in his wheelhouse. The plant druid tries to bring up vines to protect himself and pull Wolfsbane off of him. He's screaming and yelling about feeding her to the swamp the whole way. Poor Rahne is getting sprayed with smelly swamp goop, but her attack is starting to push Floronic Man back. Warren continues to thrash and fight - until Rahne's attacks finally weaken Floronic Man's spell enough he can rip free on the vines and he rockets skywards, screaming in anger. His skin has taken on a completely blue hue - gone are the white pure wings of the Angel. Instead, those metallic silver wings of Deagth - the Archangel - flare out from either side of the blue-skinned, blonde-haired mutant. "Your reckoning has come!" he roars out. The crewman, unsure to be more scared of Floronic Man or of the appearance of Archangel, is pulling back deeper into the helicopter wreckage. 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' It's what she had to do, and once she's launched into the attack, Wolfsbane is unrelenting as she cuts at the man made of plant and wood, likely chipping pieces of him off. "I asked ye nicely!" she growls. "But ye didna listen tae reason!" Even as the vines begin to wrap around her limbs and body, trying to pull her off, she continues to lash out at him, getting swamp-messy in the process, but she's got him reeling. And then..enough of a distratction is created by the veracity of her attack that Angel is given a second chance, leading to him surging up from the muck. She barely catches a glimpse of him, picking out the blue skin, the metal wings gleaming in what light there is. Even then, she has enough foresight to shout, "Get us oot o' here! We have tae go!" There might not be a chance to save the bodies of the already dead. It'll be all they can do to escape with their own lives intact at this point, and those vines are making it harder to take a full swipe. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' As much as Warren /wants/ to fight... ...as much as Archangel /wants/ to destroy... Rahne's call to him snaps Angel out of his dark thoughts. Sending down a blast of wing blades to drive back Floronic Man, Warren flies down quickly to the side of the aircraft. The man within screams. "Please, no!" But Warren doesn't really have time for it. One flick of a blade, and the crewman succumbs to the neurotoxins within the feather, passing out as he uses his wings to rip open the aircraft to grab the man and lift him. "Wolfsbane!" he calls out as he turns towards her, ready to catch her when she leaps at him, and get them all into the air, vines ripping at the air just below them as he holds the man under one arm, and Rahne around the waist beneath the other. "Hold on tight. And tell me where we're going." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' It's a testament to how accurate Archangel is with the blades that even as she's in the midst of an up close and personal attack, none of them strike Wolfsbane even as she struggles with their would-be killer. The onslaught is enough to create an opening for them, and she leaves Floronic Man with as hard a punch as she can deliver before flipping back away from him in time to see the crewman slumped down. "Did ye have tae..knock him oot?" she asks, short of breath from the intensity of the short fight. A hand extends toward him, ready to hold on with both of them as he plays transport for mutant, crewman, and cargo, then there's a repositioning to make it a little more comfortable and definitely safer. "Mt. Sinai. I dinnae know how much longer we have. A heart transplant can only last a few hours like this, safely, before it may fail." Good thing she was paying attention to that part of her medical training. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' Floronic Man is left with his prize - the helicopter and the two dead crew members. The blades and strikes drive the druid back, but he may have won his own part as he watches after the departing heroes. "I could have killed him instead?" Warren asks. Whether or not he's teasing isn't made immediately clear as he turns in the direction of Mount Sinai. "May want to shield your eyes. We're going to be going fast." Well, as fast as Warren can as they make the short trip to Mount Sinai and lands outside of the Emergency Room. And what a sight it is. A pair of swamp soaked and bloodied mutants, and an unconscious human with a heart for transplant. The medic and heart are rushed inside, and Warren glances to Rahne. "I'll leave them my number so they can call to let us know how it went. But I'm not sticking around. Want a ride back home? I'm going to take the longest shower ever." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' "There's nothing about tha' tha's funny," Wolfsbane answers, quick to chide even as her life is literally in Angel/Archangel's hands while they fly. The chopper and the pilots are a loss, unfortunately, but there's nothing they can do about it now. It would be dangerous for /anyone/ to go back down there until daylight at the earliest, and even then what would they encounter? Shutting her eyes tightly, or at least covering them with a hand to try seeing, they zoom to their destination and she stops to catch her breath back on solid ground once the crewman and the heart are whisked within. "I just hope we got here in time, but we'd best no' dally. There could be Sentinels around." There surely are, somewhere, patrolling. She's a mess. They're both a mess. But, that can be washed out. They made it. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington III (182)}} has posed:''' "It wasn't meant to be a joke." Warren responds, as he starts to fade back to his normal skin tone and wings. "I have to hold my control over.. that.. all the time." Letting out his breath, he nods to the comment about the Sentinels. "I'll get us home." he promises, waiting for her to pick up and carry back to the mansion. 
}}

6841/Bon Voyage, Damian Wayne!

2019-03-10T18:51:22Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/10 |Location=Abandoned Subway Station - 1PP Gotham |Synopsis=Jason meets with Damian and helps him with supplies and advice before sending..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/10
|Location=Abandoned Subway Station - 1PP Gotham
|Synopsis=Jason meets with Damian and helps him with supplies and advice before sending him on his way.
|Cast of Characters=68, 973
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' After making sure that Kitty, Barbara, and Carrie were off safe for the night, Jason immediately headed for the Redcave. Upon entering, he's already taking off his jacket, the tie lost a while back. "Bail out bag." he reminds himself, heading straight to one of the vending machines to push it out of the way. He doesn't know how much time Colette's going to buy him before Damian decides to head out, but the Boy Wonder asked him a favor. As much as Jason and Damian may not get along - he's still his brother. And it matters. Just a little. Pulling the bug out bag from it's secure position he moves to sit on the table and unzips it. Methodically, he starts to go through the supplies within. Isreali rations. Medical supplies, disinfectants, first aid kit. Turning, he heads over to the armory to look over the pistols he has present. With Galina's recent additions, there's also a large Crimson Dynamo armor that's hunched down in power off mode in the middle of the cave. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian had picked up what he had already gathered, X-shuriken, throwing weapons, smoke pellets, Ra's' sword.   He approaches on Goliath, the bat dragon who was his closest and oldest friend. The large red creature follows Damian as he enters the redcave, giving the air sniffs and snorts, circulating the air to catch as many scents to identify them.   Damian was not dressed as Robin, he had adopted the armored suit of his Red X, stylized silver skull and glowing red X under the eye. Damian makes as much noise as he can as he enters, announcing his arrival, the dragon also helps, he's not a quiet walker. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Really, you couldn't save the slamming doors for when you left the manor?" Jason calls out as he grabs the Glock 19 and several boxes of ammunition, tossing them into the bag as he moves to set it down when Damian comes down. With a pet. A very big pet. "Holy crap, Bruce got you a damn dragon!" he gawps. "You really are his favorite. He never got Dick a dragon - this isn't one of your little illutsion tricks like last night, is it?" He shakes his head, shocked, frankly. "And here I thought you were just having a ritalin fit when you talked about it." Jason manages, looking surprised. Okay, he looks down-right shocked. Score one for Damian, he got Jason and got him good. "Gift from your mom?" he finally decides to ask, because no way Bruce would buy a dragon for him before gesturing. "Arsenal's gear is over there near the video arcade machine. Kit what you need." he comments, setting down the heavy duty bug out bag. "Provisions for a week. Food, medical. Ten thousand in cash, easily convertible. Bruce won't be able to trace you." After a moment's though, he reaches into the bag and pulls out a small device. "Tracker. I thought about turning it on before I tossed it in the bag - but that's the shit he'd pull. And you need the time alone. I've been there. I get it." Then he glances to Goliath. "I didn't pack any dragon treats though. Good Batdragon." he offers, just to make sure he doesn't get flambe. "It's connected to the computers here and the Clocktower. You click it twice, I'll come running. Even if I have to pull every favor I have." "Do the Titans know about this trip yet? They may need to know they're going to be without you for a few days." It's a loaded statement. Damian asked for provisions for a week - he's trying to gauge the accuracy of that statement. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Goliath trudges over to Jason, his yellow eyes look him over and his nose sniffs and SNORFS at the older brother.   Red X takes off his helmet, revealing himself as Damian. "His name is Goliath, and Father did not give him to me. I...killed his family, during the Year of Blood, he's the last of his kind." His voice wavers as he comments on how he got Goliath, it was something he wanted to make amends for on this trip.   He opens the door to Arsenal's gear, the red scheme is just fine for this purpose. As much as he'd have a good laugh taking his main bow, Damian opts for another. A draw on the bow confirms the draw weight he would be most comfortable with. No fancy arrows, just broadheads, eight of them, packed in a secondary quiver. "If by gift, you mean she allowed me to keep him. I could not kill him, he was a baby, as big as a full grown cat. He showed me no aggression, only love. She allowed me to have him as my protector in the field, and he is much more than that to me." Goliath gives a small whine as he hears there were no treats for him, but he manages to lick at Jason all the same, showing forgiveness easily.   Damian approaches Goliath and loads the bow and arrows on his back, securing them for a flight. "You already know Stardust. She knows my plans." He looks to Jason as he loads up the gear, then looking to the tracker as he holds it. "You made the right decision, when I had found it, I would have dropped it in the Pacific."   "The provisions are a backup plan. If I can't find food for more than a week, I don't need to be out there. If you need to contact me, find Stardust, she has instructions on how to contact me." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, well, I was a fifteen year old brat once too." Then Jason pauses for a moment. "Damian." he says, and draws in a breath. He goes to find a seat and settles into it heavily. "Look. I was here once. Right here. I had found out my mother was alive. My birth mother. Not the woman that claimed to raise me." he comments as he folds his hands in front of him. "I went out on my own. You know the story by now. At least, if Bruce was smart, he told you. We went to Ethopia. Ran into the Joker. The idiots there had given him diplomatic immunity, made him the /god damn/ ambassador." he shakes his head and lets out a breath. "We found her. Shelia Haywood was her name. She was working for a relief agency there. Lots of money and stuff, right? Joker found out about it - was blackmailing her because she was skimming off the top. Real mother of the year material there." "Me? I just wanted to be a good son. I wanted to impress my mother. Maybe I just wanted to be loved. Bruce hadn't made it there. He wanted me to wait. We would approach Shelia about the blackmail together. But me? I'm a stubborn ass. I go to my mom. I'm going to free her. I'm going to prove to Bruce that I was right. Prove to my mom that I was a good son." "That didn't happen. Instead, I go in - all kitted up as Robin, thinking I was ready to take on the world - I wasn't ready for the shit that went down. Mom. Dear old mom? She had sold me out. I was so excited to tell her that I was Robin and I had the resources to help her that I never ever thought she'd sell me out to the Clown. But she did. For a fucking fix." He laughs, a sour tone in his voice. "Oh, he fixed her alright. He let her watch as he beat me to an inch of a life with a crowbar. He wanted to know who the Bat was. He wanted to break me. I didn't break. Lucky me. Finally? The asshat got tired of beating the life out of me. Cause I didn't have much life left, so he knew I'd die before I told him anything. So you know.. he decided to kill me, since I was that useless. And mom? The woman that thought she'd done right and was going to be safe? Nope. She was right there with me in the end." Reaching up, he rubs at his eyes. "Bruce can be an ass sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. But everything has a reason. I know you're not right with him right now, or you'd not be wearing that same gear I did a favor with you for once before. So I'm calling in that favor. You get in trouble out there. You think or sense that things are going south? Don't wait for me to find out from Stardust. You don't wait for me to learn that you've been killed. You get a hold of us. I won't tell Bruce. It doesn't make you a failure." "Perhaps I'm just being a sentimental jerk, but I like having you around, squirt. Don't make me regret what I'm doing." Jason's sitting at a table as he slides over his primary pistols for Damian to add to his gear. Nearby is the Crimson Dynamo armors and a rather large.. red batdragon thing. That SNORFS. Alot. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian takes out a case from Goliath's saddlebag, dropping it on the desk in front of Jason with a light thud. "I had heard about it. He never talked about the fine details, he...is haunted by it, almost as much as he is haunted by his parents' murder. But it's no excuse." Damian reaches out an armored hand to the case and opens it, after a retinal scan.   Damian takes a moment to look inside, regarding the contents before talking. "I'm not going to be able to call myself Robin while I'm haunted too. I'm not Grayson, I'm not any of you. And that's what he wants, he needs that splash of color in the darkness that is Batman." He turns the case to reveal his Robin uniform, taken from Titans Tower. "He wanted me to open up to him, and I did. When he saw the truth underneath, he stripped me of it. I told him everything I did. Had you shoot me to fool the Titans, stabbed my second in command with this." He takes out one four pronged shuriken, Still stained with blood. "Among other things, done almost two years ago. I wanted to let him in, I wanted to show I was better now. He only saw them as atrocities. And told me I was not good enough for the mantle of Robin."   "No more public facade, no more pandering to cameras and high society. I make apologies for my past, but I will not dwell on them for the rest of my life. It was not my fault. All the blood on my hands..." He trails off, looking down to his hands in front of him. "He says it was cause I was isolated, he's wrong." His voice wavers, and he drops those hands to his side. "Isolation doesn't explain this. Mother wanted me to be the Demon's Head. I wanted her love. Father wanted me to be his perfect self, I only wanted his acceptance. I cannot have either without cleansing myself of past deeds. I can't love even myself, I can't form the friendships I need how I currently am."   The pistols are taken as offered, and Damian instinctively inspects the slide and magazine, placing them in holsters by his side. "For what it's worth, I don't hate being your brother, at least as much as when I got here." He adds in, wiping his eyes with his gloved hands. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' There's a sigh of breath. Oh man, is this what it was like when he gave Bruce hell? He'd probably considering apologizing to the old man later.. ...if he wasn't firmly on Damian's side in all of this. "Look, none of us are any of the others. None of us are ever going to be. I fucking hate Dick. He's on a high horse all the time, you can imagine /how much/ I really wanted to talk to him when I heard that Mister Perfect had gotten cheated on. After all this time, where he's been so wonderful, so perfect, that girls, partners, even alien princesses threw themselves at him and he'd finally gotten knocked off his perch. Then that all turned out to be a lie and Mister Perfect is still Mister Perfect." he rolls his eyes at that. "Not that it helps that you worship the ground he walks on." "Then there's Tim. Well, that's Tim. I mean. Whatever it is that Tim does." Really, can anyone figure out Tim Drake? Let Jason knows, he liked to have the answers. "Bruce forgets sometimes that not everyone can be him. That we can't compartimentalize like he can. When we went to Ethiopia? It was right after Babs was shot. She was still in the hospital and recovering. Told she could never walk again. And all she wanted to do was be Batgirl again." he sighs. Something in that sigh speaks of feelings that he may never bring about. "We're all haunted. We all have that shit in the pit of our soul that we can't or don't want to address. The best thing that your mother ever did for me was dropping me at the feet of Ducra and the All-Caste so that they could straighten out and at least force me to face that darkness deep inside of me." he explains as he lets out his breath and looks at the sai. "You're just like him. You keep momentos. I thought about doing that. Then I realized.. all that does is make me more like him. And I don't want to be like him. I /don't/ have to be like him. All of us, none of us have to be like Bruce. We can all be ourselves. You don't have to go out in public - hell, that was the best thing about it when everyone assumed I was dead. I miss those days." he admits. "Worse thing Bruce ever did was tell the world I was back. And he did it knowing that it would make me have to be more human, more social." "You're taking the outfit with you?" he asks, noticing the reds and greens. There's an arch of a brow. "So, I'm going to ask you a question. And I want you to keep your thoughts open on this as you travel. I don't want the answer now. I want it when you come back." "Do you want to be Robin? Or do you want Robin to be you?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Grayson...was the first human that ever protected me, who moved me in order to put me out of harms way." He explains, putting just a little thought on why he actually listened to Dick.   "That is what I need to learn about myself, away from Father, away from the League."   Damian closes the case, and takes in the question he was presented. "That's no easy answer." He comments, and looks to Jason, trying to gauge what he means by it. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Jason considers Damian's words, and then he gives a nod of his head. "Not that you ever needed it - but you totally have my blessings to go on this break. I'd suggest you'd leave that behind.." he gestures to the Robin costume. "So you don't have it hanging over your head like the Sword of Damacles. But you do you in this." "And I know there's no easy answer to that question. It's the same question I asked myself." There's a shrug of his shoulder and he lets out a sigh of breath, before he rises to his feet. Coming around, he presses a hand to Damian's shoulder. "Now get out of here before Bruce finds whatever you left him and turns the city upside down looking for you when he finds out you and Stardust aren't making moon eyes at each other over milkshakes at the Big Belly." There's a smirk at that. "And thank whoever that your pet dragon is house trained." With that, he turns to head off. And he has one more thing he was about to say -- but Damian will probably be gone before he lets it out. "You're not such a terrible little brother either." he says, when he realizes he's alone. "Be careful. Ducra watch him." 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Colette is a friend. But I don't feel romance." He confesses, not just for her, but for anyone he's ever met. He knew of familial love, but romantic, he hadn't an inkling of how it felt.   Damian puts the helmet back on, he took out the tracker in the Robin badge, left that in Titans Tower. He always knew about the camera inside it, allowed Bruce to see what he was doing. But no more, Damian needed to find out things on his own.   He pats Goliath, walking back out and hopping on his back, leathery red wings extend and take off, first towards Bludhaven, he intended to seek out a man he once met. Someone who would have advice without the pretense of an agenda of his own in this matter. 
}}

6813/Cucpcakes and Favors

2019-03-10T17:35:50Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/08 |Location=Gotham - Clocktower |Synopsis=Red Hood shows up at the Clocktower to offer cupcakes and surprises for Oracle. Always beware a..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/08
|Location=Gotham - Clocktower
|Synopsis=Red Hood shows up at the Clocktower to offer cupcakes and surprises for Oracle. Always beware a Hoodie bearing gifts.
|Cast of Characters=68, 1092, 58
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The Clocktower. It's one of those places that Wayne Enterprises bought for who knows what reason. It's a 'historical' site, supposedly, but never was fully renovated to allow people access to the clock part of it. That's because there were other plans for it. Only a few people know what those plans were. That's why it might not be completely out of the ordinary for the 'Fondante's Inferno' Bakery Company truck to pull into the alley behind the building. And perhaps even more so that that the man steps out of it is dressed in black body armor with a brown leather jacket - and a nice red helmet that covers his whole head. Standing directly under where he /knows/ the security camera is, he waves at it. One can imagine the grin that Jason has on under that helmet as he reaches inside the truck and pulls out a box. He opens it to show the camera. Cupcakes. Really? Yes. Delicious looking cupcakes. A good Red Hood knows to bear gifts when asking favors. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     Natasha Cranston has a great many friends. Wealthy people often do. Some of those friends are even actually friendly. 'Janine' has a lot of friends, even if she can't make it to a lot of the post-roda parties and has to claim one excuse or another. The Shadow has a number of... Associates. Agents that provide information, or act in proxy where the Shadow can't.     ... What Natasha doesn't have many of are people -- friends -- who know these identities are intertwined, and who she can talk with about the occasional stress of a double or triple lifestyle. Who'll understand.... And, almost as importantly, who make excellent tea when a friend comes by. She's sitting in one of Barbara's comfy chairs, sipping her tea and making a vigilante's version of smalltalk -- how cold the weather is when perching on rooftops, the latest trends in petty thefts and organized crime, which named villains are in and out of town this week -- when the Red Hood shows up on the security system.     She raises an eyebrow at Barbara even as she reaches for her coat, hat and scarf. "Were you expecting other company this afternoon?" she asks mildly. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs is barefoot, in sweatpants with unicorns on them, and a tanktop. Huddled up in her big chair infront of the massive bank of screens and rediculously powerful computer unto which they are all connected. She's her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of her nose as she goes through the nights patrols with a few keystrokes between sips of tea and an absent bit from a bagel sitting on a saucer nearby. Aside from the obvious busy work of tracking all the information in Gotham, Oracle is coordinating between teams like an ever present voice to make sure everyone is moving effectively without over extending or over lapping their various routes. This includes the occational bone tossed to the police or redirecting EMTs around potentially dangerous obstacles in the more militant parts of Gotham. Absently spinning in her chair as she and Natasha share horror stories of the ''black ice'' and the ''yeah, I'm pretty sure she's got a man-friend she doesn't want anyone to know about''s. Just the run of the mill, vigilante girl talk to fill the space between action on her monitors. Which is bound to change when the security beeps for her attention and she glances up at the Red Helmet filling the screen holding up cupcakes. Up in her apartment, Babs laughs, literally, out loud and hits the lock release. Down on the street there's a series of quiet clicks and Hoodie is given leave.. Cup cakes are a noble and acceptable gift. "I've learned that it's btter not to expect a whole lot of anything when it comes to Hood.." Still laughing and rubbing at her mouth. "At least he brought cupcakes this time.." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Oh good, because Red Hood was just sticking his head up at the monitor, and trying to buff out a scuff mark on his helmet. Supposedly. When he hears the click of the doors unlocking, he blows a kiss to the camera before returning to the truck to pull it into the garage. He'll wait. After all, he has something important to share with Barbara. Pressing the intercom button that leads to the clocktower, Jason speaks, "Hey Oracle. I have something in the back of this truck that's a little bit bigger than a breadbox that you might want to check out." Last time he did this, he had brought back a criminal for interrogation to Batman. He can never bring home a stray kitten or puppy, after all. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     "... Does he this often?" Natasha asks as she dons the Shadow's trademark longcoat. "Either way, I suppose we'd best find out what he's come here for," the Shadow finishes as the scarf and its voice mask slip into position. "Would you prefer to do the introductions right out of the gate, or should I stay out of sight until you know what he wants?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Get them out of the way early... you know I kind of hope it's one of those sentinel's heads? I'd LOVE to get my hands on one..." Babs doesn't bother hiding her identity from either of them, as if it would matter at all if she tried at this point anyways. While she waits for the Hood to make his dramatic appearance, she pushes back away from her computer desk to put her bagel in the kitchen. Padding quietly towards the sink, drying her hands so she can reach for the intercom, "Do I need to come down there?" Her voice is distorted through the intercoms, genderless and robotic.. few people make it beyond the intercom phase. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "You don't get cupcakes if you don't~" Jason sing-songs in response. Would he deny a girl a favorite treat? Probably. Possibly. It's Barbara though, and he's always been a bit of a softy when it comes to her. "Fine. Turn on your camera. You know the one." The one she snuck into his helmet the last time she did maintenance on it. What, she didn't know he would find it? Or maybe she knew he would and realize someone was looking out for him. Either way, he moves around to the back of the truck, opening the back of it and exposing a white and red armored suit. It will take Barbara Gordon a few moments to match it - it's the Crimson Dynamo's airstrike armor. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     "... Impressive," the Shadow murmurs as they take a look at the armour. "I suspect he can't wait to tell us all about where and how he found it. This should be interesting..." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "I literally have no idea what you're talking about." Babs says as she returns to her computer to turn on the exact camera of which he's speaking because she knows exactly what he's talking about. When he moves around the back of the van to reveal the contents, however, she furrows her brow just a little and crosses her arms over her chest. "Okay..." She says with a slow nod, "Okay yeah I'm impressed..." Into the intercom, glancing back over her shoulder at Natasha, "Let's head down and get a look at it up close.." Stopping only to pull on a pair of shoes. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The Hood waits for the two to come downstairs. Of course, as Barbara comes out of the elevator, Jason greets her with a tight hug, and starts to say. "Hey Babs, haven't seen you in for--" And then he realizes she has comapny. He steps back, a brow arching beneath his helmet as he tries to take on a looser posture. Folding his arms over his chest, he smirks. "Didn't tell me you had company, I'd brought more cupcakes." As he assumed Barbara would want them all to herself. "So I have two gifts. But you have to get past the first to get to the second. Because the second is more.. a personal favor." The first is clearly professional. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     It's a greatcoat and a hat rather than a cowl and cape, and Batman doesn't wear a crimson scarf, but the way the Shadow's eyes seems to bore into the Red Hood's featureless helmet as if they know exactly where their face is is a very familiar flavour of unnerving. Still, after silently regarding Jason for a few moments more they nod their head as if in polite greeting. "Good afternoon," they offer, through what has got to be a voice mask with some unconventional settings. One hopes. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Oh, yeah sorry." Babs says after the hug, which she returns in kind, and motions at the dark figure shadowing her into the garage, "Hood, this is Shadow. Their eyes are invaluable at getting places even I'm not able to reach." Reverse of her hands to motion at Jason, "Shadow, this is Red Hood. He's a little rough around the edges, but few people I trust as much as him." Teasing is a two way door. Since she's not been given cupcakes yet, she raises a brow at Jason with her head cocked off to one side. With her face all scrunched up and a hand rubbing her mouth hungerily, "Alright, I'll bite. What's the favor?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Hey there, Darth Vader." comes the Hood's response to Shadow's greeting as he moves. Climbing into the truck, it takes him several moments of rooting around, and finally pushing the Airstrike armor out of the back of the truck to get to the back of it. "Oof, move, you big piece of Russian junk." he grunts. Finally, he finds the other part and pulls it out on a dolly. It's a large piece of purple and grey armor. A Sentinel. Part of it at least. It's a processor, with a large metal tendril through the middle of it. No fusing. No forcing it. It was two seperate items, and just - suddenly one. "There's someone I know. She says that's she's able to .. phase things. She's already done it once with me. Need to know if this is her handiwork." She can make her own assumptions on why this is a personal favor. 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     "It appears you got your wish, miss Gordon," The Shadow opines, examining the armour. "Given the damage, it appears to have been removed in combat. Yet Trask Industries continue to assure everyone they aren't deployed as such... Another 'accidental activation'? Or did another of them fall into the hands of an 'overzealous third party' that we'll be assured has no liability connections to Trask himself?"     They approach the gauntlet to get a closer look at the metal tendril. "No seam, no ridges, no apparent damage along the interface. Phasing, you said? Given that this is a Sentinel, the most likely culprit would be a mutant..." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "yes!" Babs actually says it through clinched teeth when the sentinels processor is pulled out of the back of the van, "Hoodie, you always bring me the very best toys..." There might actually be some truth to her teary eyed grin as she gazes upon the very thing what she put upon her christmas list this year. She also nods to Shadow and kneels down beside the processor to examine the hard lines that still appear very much intact without forced removal and rubs at her chin with the tip of her thumb. It brushes her lips, eyes narrowing behind her glasses, "I'd have to have pretty intimate data about the individual in question-" Not hard for Oracle to get, all things considered. Especially if this individual has ever been to the Mansion or worked with Hood in Gotham, "-but without hooking it up and accessing it's memory core, I'd say it's a fair bet that this was phased out.. in line with what //she//-" Good intel, "-says she can do." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "This came courtesy of our 'Friends' of Humanity." The word Friends is said with the same tone of voice of a six-year old tasting a brussel sprout. Jason chuckles a little, and considers. "What, want me to bring her over to dinner?" he asks. "They already know about her." They being Bruce and at least one 'brother', but Jason is keeping it vague because he doesn't know the Shadow from a shadow on a wall. His attention turns to Natasha for a moment and her comment. "Yeah. Don't know where this one came from, but from the reports I got, this was an older model. Nothing that we may be able to use; but it's a start." Then he returns to the other subject. "I can introduce you, but you have to promise. That mutant phasing part? That doesn't get mentioned to them, either. They don't know yet, and I think she's neverous on how they'll react." There's a shrug of the Hood's shoulders. "Anything you can pull from the Processor I'm sure will be useful to everyone. Now for this.." He gestures to the armor. "Arsenal and I freed this from some Russians. I have a house guest in the form of the Crimson Dynamo. She's defecting - this is one of hers. I wanted to ask you to give it a good scrub down and upgrade of it's systems. If it's not too much to ask." 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     The sound coming from the Shadow was probably a derisive snort before the voice mask went to work. "With... 'friends'... like those, who needs enemies?"     Jason's use of vague references for the sake of operational security earns him a nod of acknowledgement. "Oh, I'm sure the actual technology of its workings won't be of much help, but the fact that he just can't seem to keep from... 'misplacing' them should be more remarked on than it is. These are /military/-grade or higher pieces of hardware. What do you think would happen to Lockheed-Martin if they... 'misplaced' not one, but several fully armed F-35 Lightning craft, some of which later turn up in the hands of terrorists?"     "... And yet, Mr. Trask has not yet been asked to explain his shortcomings. Curious..." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "I can use it." Barbara assures Jason even though he was talking to Natasha, "Maybe not to gain any insight into the newer models I've seen flying overhead, but definitely to get a basic source code.. they might be upgraded beyond this-" Motioning at the gem Jason's just given her with both hands spreading across the surface of the processor, "-It's still got a basic source code it shares with all future models.. somewhere to start, anyways." How couldn't Oracle get excited by a robot army? She's practically giddy... at least for her. She did hear him about the armor, however, and glances at it with a tug of her bottom lip. "I can do that. Does she want it rearmed or just a systems overhaul?" She's not yet mentioned his invitation to meet this mysterious individual, so no time like the present right? "You told them?" She sounds kind of impressed, honestly. "Mums the word. I'm pretty good at secrets, besides, I'd ''love'' to meet this individual." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' There's a dryness in Jason's voice. "You mean they don't do it all the time already?" comes the response. He's seen enough gear in other powers hands to know better than to expect military companies to be 'squeaky-clean'. "I'm sure Trask's story is going to be 'it got sold, what happened to it after it was done with it's operational life is none of my business'." It's said bitterly, because he knows it's true. "The Dynamo doesn't know I have it yet. Scrub it down - don't rearm it. I don't know if she's going to be staying around or going off on her own yet." Barbara knows that Jason has his own little group, just like she has the Birds. "As for the other individual." he gestures to the Sentinel part, "If you want neutral ground, we'll figure something out. You know how to contact me. Except for tomorrow night. Have plans." 

:'''{{#var:1092|Natasha Cranston (1092)}} has posed:'''     The Shadow nods, conceding the point. "Oh, there are always people willing to sell 'surplus' materiel to anyone who can make the right offer, and many of them know or suspect that their buyers are bad people indeed, but dont care. But beyond a certain treshold, sales of this sort do need to be... Sanctioned, shall we say, or various law enforcement agencies start taking an interest -- even if it's only to find out who is trying to muscle in on their territory. Either way, I believe it's well past time that Mr. Trask answered some questions..." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs stands up from her kneeling before armor and processor, "We can all agree that Trask is definitely letting these fall through the cracks and probably hasn't left anything behind for us to find in one of the older models." She considers thoughtfully, still tugging at her bottom lip, "So if the Friends of Humanity are controlling ''these'' maybe I can piggy back into their system and follow the chain of ownership." She considers out loud, motioning for someone to help move the armor/processor upstairs where she can actively start working on it. "Her systems will be so clean you can eat off of it.. now where are my cupcakes." Grabby hands at Hood, grinning a little as she hooks those same hands into the armor to hoist up onto her shoulder. "It'll take me a few days with the armor, but I'll move it to the top of my 'to-do' list, just for you Hoodie." Wiggling the shoulders of the armor as she starts for the elevator. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Taking out the box, Jason presents it to Barbara. "Payment for services rendered, Babs." comes the response. "And hey, when you feel like knocking on Trask's door - let me know, I really want to see if the views better when everyone has their nose up your ass." There's a snort at that before he's moving to climb back into the truck. "Alright, got some deliveries to make!" Yes. He has /plans/ for the truck. But nothing he cares to share as he fires it up and backs it up to head out of the garage, leaving the two women with their cucpcakes and armor. 
}}

6828/Not as Nice as the Clocktower..

2019-03-10T17:33:32Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/09 |Location=Gotham - Redcave |Synopsis=Barbara and Jason catch up over the upgrades, and then Kitty shows up - and the mutual respect show..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/09
|Location=Gotham - Redcave
|Synopsis=Barbara and Jason catch up over the upgrades, and then Kitty shows up - and the mutual respect show starts with Jason as the third wheel.
|Cast of Characters=68, 58, 296
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' After Kitty informed him that she had made some modifications to the computers that Barbara had set up, Jason decided to call his expert, to make sure everything was on the up and up. It was a short conversation involving the suggestion of coffee and donuts. While Jason's base isn't as vast as the Batcave, or as advanced as the Clocktower, he's working on making it work. The gear belonging to both Crimson Dynamo and Arsenal have been assigned to their own areas. Red Hood's gear is in it's own lock case. As for Jason himself? He's sitting on one of the platforms in a lotus position. Incense burns around him as he's relaxed in a pair of plaid pajama pants and currently shirtless. Yet as he meditates, some of the scars and marks on his upper torso take on a strange design and start to glow. Okay, so Bruce doesn't know about the glowy marks yet. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs actually does get out! Just not on patrols anymore. There isn't a lot of reason to leave the Clocktower, though, since it has basically everything she could possibly want. And in this ''everything to your doorstep'' generation, she barely even has to go out to get the shopping done. If there weren't a gym area, she might not be as petite as she is. So when Jason invites her over she accepts. She arrives in a warm coat against Gotham's biting late Winter Cold, jeans, long sleeved shirt, and riding boots. Having come over on her motorcycle. "Jay Jay, you down here?" Descending with her jacket laid over her forearm as she clears the bottom step and sees the glowy marks on Hood's chest and back... pulling up short in a start, "The hell?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I'm meditating." Jason's voice may be chiding, but there's a hint of warmth to it. He also realizes that this is the first time. "What, never seen a guy shirtless before?" He's teasing her - he knows what she means, but that doesn't prevent just a little color in his cheeks. "Join me? I figure I owe you an explanation." It's something that he wouldn't offer to anyone else - but Barbarba has earned it. There is the smell of fresh coffee - he did keep his word about a cop's favorite breakfast. He just thought he had more time before she showed up. Motorcycles tend to defeat Gotham's traffic woes pretty easily. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "No, yes..." Babs isn't easy to fluster, but she's not been out in a while. Behind a computer screen it's easy to be the wittiest person in the room, "You know what I mean; you're glowing!" She points with both hands, but doesn't stand stationary staring. There's coffee in this hideout, she can smell it. She can smell it and she needs it, so she goes in search of it. "Please do because that looks a lot like iconography of the Demons Head." She pours herself a cup, glancing over her shoulder at Jason, "I- uh.. I got the armor back to Dynamo. Not sure if she told you." If Bruce taught them anything it's not to let a single thing take up all the attention in the room. Multitask even when overwhelmed. "She seemed pleased by the upgrades." A pair of mugs in hand, one is held out for Jason as she settles into a cross leg position on the floor. As she sips she's staring, unbashfully, at Jason's chest. Take it as he will, it's the elephant in the room. "Alright, talk to me." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' There might be just the slightest uptick of a smile as he knows he caught Barbara flatfooted. It's been hard to do since the two first met. There's a moment in the past. Bruce telling Jason that he's going out of town and that Barbara will be staying at the mansion. Jason made a quip about how he gets the top bunk and Barbara had the perfect retort. "Thanks for the Crimson upgrade. Owe you one. The other one I was telling you about made some upgrades to the computer here. Thought you might want to take a gander at them." He's not deflecting, he's muti-tasking. "You know after I came back - I wasn't exactly.. right." Everyone in the family knows. He was broken. Twisted. Angry. It was so bad that Bruce put him in Arkham for six months. After that, he disappeared for over a year. "After I got out of Arkham, I still wasn't straight - then someone found me." he explains. "Talia al Ghul. She said that she could fix what pulled me out of my grave." he says quietly, thoughts focused on the eyes of the woman sitting across from him. "She took me to Asia." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' That explains so much and, as odd as it might seem, puts her at ease. There's no love lost for the culprets that put Jason in the grave or brought him out of it. Barbara is glad to have him back, so it's a point of contention, but she can only imagine how horrible the experience must have been for him. Which is why she never gave up, why she refused to forget the little boy she'd practically helped raise. "She was pretty excited about it. I may have a recording of her dancing. Blackmail for later." Teasing, also multi-tasking. There's a lot of information coming across the pipeline just now and her eyes shift over the intricate designs of the formally glowing tattoos with a quirk of her lips. "And these help you stay in control?" The inclination to think those tattoos could be used for ill is part of their Bat-programming and Babs deliberately shoves it out of the way trying to be positive. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "You're as bad as Stephanie." Jason chides, smirking slightly. As she continues, he starts to come out of his meditation, and the glow subsides - as does the tattoos. "I was in the Lazarus Pit." he continues, as he sets his hands to his sides. "And while part of that made me whole? It also didn't leave me complete. She took me someplace. Somewhere and nowhere. It was called the Hundred Acres of All. Don't bother trying to look it up, Travelocity doesn't know it exists. There were these monks there. The All-Caste." He lets out a breath and continues, "They don't help me keep control. They help me commune." he explains. "The leader of the All-Caste was a woman known as Ducra. She took me in at Talia's request to train me. That's where these came from as part of my training." Talia stands to the side. She's speaking to Ducra. Jason's on the ground having just been taken down by Ducra. "Before he was murdered, Jason had the potential to be a great man. I believe that with the proper guidance -- that could still be the case. I believe he deserves that chance." Ducra frowns. "You are wrong. He's going to be the death of us. The death of many." "So no? You will not train him in the ways of the All-Caste?" "Of course I will. The thought of leaving him to the rest of the world -- leaving the world at the mercy of him -- is unacceptable." And as horrible as the experience may have been for him - he at least had the sweet mercy of death. Barbara didn't get that option, and it leaves Jason at a disadvantage. He considers his words. "The All-Caste teaches that you can't hide the darkness within you. That you can't just shove it down, bottle it and pretend it doesn't exist. It'll only get worse. You have to search it out. You have to seek it. And once you find it, you have to meet it and commune with it." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' In so many ways it is a merger of the same practices they were instructed in under Bruce. Don't run from problems, but don't let others see that there are problems. Face them, but only alone. Is it any wonder they don't have pictures from their childhood lining the walls like normal adults? Babs sets her coffee off to the side and turns up to her feet to absently look over the upgrades preformed by Jason's mysterious ''friend'' while he explains the nature of the tattoos. Even as she's doing so, she glances back in his direction and nods, but for the most part remains quiet. "Does it help?" Sitting down at the computers to boot them up and get a look at the systems with a few quick keystrokes. "It's hard for me not to think of Talia and immediately assume there's a ploy involved. She's dangerous and manipulative.. I-" There's a brief pause to run a tongue along the inside of her bottom lip, "I'm glad she helped you." What can she honestly say? If it brought Jason back, how can she be angry? 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I'm sure she did it to try to get Bruce's favor." At least it's what Jason tells himself. That it wasn't a kindness to him - it was a gift to his dad. "You know how she feels about the old man." There's a smirk at that as he moves to get up and grabs a gym shirt to pull on. Somehow, whoever this friend of Jason's is, she managed to get past Barbara's security, and install the latest in dark web technology and updates. Black Hat, iOS, it's all there. "It does. Most of the time." he manages to give a little on that. If it looks like the Demon's Head - it's the same principle. Talia was grooming me to take over the League of Assassins - I guess that was before she decided to take it in her own hands.. and you know. Damian." "It's a struggle, Babs. I want to be this.. person that Bruce, Talia.. others want me to be. But that goes against everything that feels good. Feels right." he says with a frown. "It's like being an alcoholic. You want that one more drink. You convince yourself that you can control it - it won't control you." Jason lets out a breath as he pads over to the computer. "But you know, that's the great lie. It's a constant fight. The meditation, the control. It all tries to help. When I'm at my worst though? When I feel that things are never going to go right..?" "I remember a snarky young woman that was always quick with a smile. Always trying to get me to do right. Someone that believed in me when noone else wanted to. Even now - I know that Bruce isn't exactly sure of me. I know my ''brothers'' sure as hell don't know what to do to me. Even my girlfriend doesn't know the whole story." "But when I need that spark of inspiration - that thought that gets me through the day?" he glances towards Barabara, blue eyes taking her in. "I don't need to look any further than my own Gotham knight in curvy armor." Okay, he had to tease her just a little. Just to keep him from confessing anything further. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs might seem to be absorbed with seeing what this mysterious friend has done to her own expert security and in part that's true. She's going through the various program files with a practiced ease and growing increasing amounts of respect for whoever it was that had the talent necessary to breach her ironclad security. It's professional respect, though, because there's a competative streak in all of the Siblings of Batman and Babs is no different in her own sphere. Oracle is the best and will have none prove otherwise. "They're good." Said with a point at the computer with a little nod and a tongue drawing across her bottom lip, "I'm kind of impressed.. I mean, they worked on it for a while and they left their foot print all over it, but I never got any alerts back in the Clocktower." Everything links back to her Aerie. Still scouring the database, she smirks over her shoulder at Jason, "I have a soft spot for stray dogs." She teases in return, temporarily turning away from the inspection to look in his direction. "So she's your girlfriend?" Thumbing over her shoulder at the computer. It's kind of obvious, really. She may not be Batman or Tim as far as detective work goes, but she can put a pair of observations together with the best of them. "I think you found a keeper. How does Bruce feel about it?" As if Jason cares. As if any of them do, at least in their love lifes. "You know, you're the second person in two days to mention my curvy armor. I'm starting to get the impression I should pull it out of the closet. If only to keep myself sharp in the field." It certainly would make it easier, but it might interfere with her other work coordinating patrols for the various groups opporating in Gotham. She also recognizes a tease and smirks wider in response. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. I'll give you a name if you want it - but I know how you feel about a good mystery. And I promise this one isn't imaginary." Jason gives a smirk, before he quips, "Woof." in response to her comment about strays. "What can I say, I have a certain scruffiness to me that girls just find irressistable." "Bruce has met her." That's a big step. Usually the love lives are kept far far away from the professional side. "She wants me to meet her mom. Thought it'd be only fair. Apparently she earned his approval.." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small diamond and ruby promise ring. "Belonged to Martha, said he wanted me to give it to her when the time was right." "So yeah - no pressure there." He rolls his eyes a little, before he goes to grab a donut to snack on it from the box. "Mmm, still warm." he comments playfully, before he turns his attention to the womand. "Kidding aside? It might be good to see the Batgirl take flight again. I know there's Batwoman and all that? But honestly?" His attention turns to Barbara. "Carrie? Stephanie? They grew up with news stories of the Batgirl saving the day. I think that they've seen too much of the dark of Bruce, Damian, Batwoman.. myself." he points out to her. "They could use a beacon. They need their inspiration. That spark of creativity that made them put on the costume in the first place." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs eyes fix on that diamond ring with her jaw dropping nearly to the floor. Bruce isn't much for sentimentality, but there are certain items that he does apply a great deal of emotion. Momentos from his parents? His mother's ring? Barbara sees it for what it, "Wow.." She manages, settling back in Jason's seat with her arms laid over the rests with a shocked expression slowly turning into a smirk. "That really is a lot of pressure. You know it's probably a test right?" Because everything is. It's also amusing to tease Bruce when he's not looking. Even though he's probably still looking. "Is it that serious?" Nodding to the ring, leaning forward after a moment of relaxing to actually look at the stone while Jason gives his motivational message as to why she should done the cowl again. "It's been too long, I think. Those ladies are Knights in their own right, they don't need ''me'' out there inspiring them when they're doing better than I ever did." She's clearly thought this through, "Don't get me wrong, I still feel that pull, but what I'm doing now? It's good for everyone. Without needing to go out there and punch anyone or get shot at.. which was never my favorite part of the job anyways." She is //not// scared of those things, however. She's just smart enough to realize she doesn't have to do them to help the crusade. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Shit. Everything's a test. It's why I'm holding onto it. Because this isn't a rush thing." Jason gives a shrug of his shoulders and a chuff of amusement as he tucks the ring back into it's place. "You tell me. Is a Jewish girl offering to introduce me to her mother considered serious?" comes the teasing question. "It's not just about the inspiration Babs." he points out as he leans against the computer terminal and folds his arms over his chest. "You've locked yourself in an ivory tower of your own choosing. Do you know how long I wondered if I asked you to come here if you'd insist I'd come to you? I actually have to thank Kitty in a way for her hacking so that you would come out." he points out. "I know being up there in the Clocktower, overwatching all of Gotham is a good thing. The question I have for you, Barbara is a simple one.." "...is this good for you?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs furrows her brow at Jason when she's unable to dispute the facts he's laid out in front of her. Does she go out? Sure she does, but it's not frequently and results vary as to whether an invitation will be met with agreement on any given day. She has her reasons, of course and not all of them are as altruistic as she might wish them to sound. To have her reclusiveness laid out before her like this, "That was a low blow, Jason Todd." She says with a little frown, once more dropping backwards into his chair to stare up at the ceiling. "I-" Does she really have an argument? No. Nothing that would suffice a ''brother'' like Jason who's literally returned from the dead after being man-handled by the same Clown that nearly ended Babs' career forever. //Almost// killed her. Her mouth ticks a little and she rubs her palm across it to hide the nervous motion. "You're probably right, but I don't know that I'm ready yet." The rehabilitation after her spine was repaired was brutal. Batman would never release her to patrol if he wasn't absolutely certain she was ready. And he has. So the only thing stopping her from it, is her. That's a painful thing to internalize. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Way to go, Todd. Your high ground is 'I'm dead, you weren't. Neener.' Smooth. Real smooth. "Look. It's not like that. I'm just worried. Even Barbara Gordon, daughter of the police comissioner has disappeared from the radar." he points out to her, as he slides the box of donuts towards her. Delicious glazed carbs. "Selina Kyle's holding a masquerade tonight. I'm planning on going and bringing the beau with me. You should totally find one of your Policeman's Ball gowns, get yourself a mask and make an appearance. If anything, shut up all these tabloids about you being a recluse." "More importantly, you'll be doing me a favor." he points out as he considers and sips from his coffee. "After all, I think I'd value your opinion of her more than anyone else's." he points out. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs offers up a dry laugh and rubs at her neck with the palm of her right hand, "I read in one of those tabloids that I got married and have secretly been pumping out children for the last few years." She jokes without any humor in it, head lulling forward a bit so she can stare down at the floor between her boots. "Alright." She manages in a quiet, kind of reserved, tone. "For you, I'll go out, but you have to get me the hell out of there if I start fidgeting. Crowds make me nervous." What a stark contrast to the woman she use to be, confident and commanding in the middle of a group. Somewhere that woman still exists, but there never been anyone there to offer them guidance on how to deal with the emotional scars except each other... Who was she going to ask? Dick? Tim?... Damian? Bruce? "I do want to meet her, though. Anyone who can capture the ever so cold heart of my little Jay Jay has to be a special person." That, at least, has her genuinely smiling. "I'd say you look happy, but what the hell does happy have to do with anything in Gotham?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "She's from Chicago. Totally doesn't count." Jason responds with a quip. "And she's a counselor at a school in Westchester. Considering what he told her about phasing, and what she does - Jason doesn't need to guess at //what// school. But that's Kitty's secret to share." "And I don't want any of this third wheel nonsense." he reminds himself to add. "If I have to, I'll threaten to beat Dick within an inch of his life..." like he wouldn't do that anyway. "Heard he's dumped the Princess and is currently single anyway." Plus Dick is a safe bet. Barbara won't feel anything after all that heartache. Right? Right? Okay, so maybe he doesn't know how the heart works as he waffles his hand and practically nudges Barbara's elbow with the donuts. "This is not a downer session! No browbeating, no melancholy looks around." he gives her a smile. "And yeah - she makes me smile. Then again, you've always had that same effect on me. And not just because you could be a total jerk." There's a wink at her. "Also, it's hosted by Selina Kyle. I get the feeling not everything tonight is going to be on the up and up about the ball. But that's between you, me, and the coffee pot. Oh. And these /totally delicious/ donuts you're letting go to waste. Think of their little orphaned donut holes." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I'm not asking Dick." Babs shakes her head vehemently, "We tried that, remember? There's not but wolves down that road." Heartache is as heartache does. Dick is her brother, "Maybe Damian. Or Tim." She's far less likely to have any strings attached to the younger siblings than their eldest. At the mention of these unfortunate donut orphans, however, she comes out of her seat and makes her way over to the box to grab one, "Fine, I mean if you're going to play on my soft heart for unfortunate 'holes'." The Assholes in the world know what this joke is about, "Selina? Really? I'm sure she's completely on the up and up and has no intentions of robbing everyone there blind." She would never. Babs almost doesn't sound sarcastic when saying so. "I'll go, I'll go.. date or no date." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde stood in the park near the church for a few minutes, debating whether to text ahead, or just show up. He might not even be in there. If he is in there then, what's he going to tell her? No, drive back to Westchester. If he's not, then he'd feel obligated to come over there. And really she just wanted to check on the new circuit boards she'd installed. Custom made for use with her easy-to-use hacking, spoofing, sniffing, searching and scrubbing algorithms. But she -wanted- him to come down. Wanted to see him. Well. Hardware first and then she'd text him if he wasn't there. Kitty made her way to the stairs and down. "I forgot to ask about that other door," she comments to herself. It would have been nice to just drive in. She didn't feel right leaving Rogue's car parked in Gotham unattended, so had to dish out money for a valet somewhere nearby. All the more reason for Kitty to get herself a Honda Civic or something else lower key. Kitty emerges into the subway station, looking about as she does. "Jason? Galina?" she calls out, not wanting to startle anyone. Not with as many firearms as there are in the place, surely. She's wearing a faded sweatshirt that has the Oxford crest on it, and jeans, with dark boots peeking out beneath the cuffs. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Can I still threaten to beat him within the inch of his life?" Jason asks hopefully. "Because you know, it's a day that ends in y." There's a wink towards Barbara, as he considers, and adds. "I think Damian has a date." he says conspiratorly. "I mean, he's actually willing to go. You know how that works. You can always join Kitty and I. But you know, I'd totally bail on you when.." And then there's a familiar voice that enters the station. "Well, speak of the devil. Or angel. I'm still debating on which." Lifting his voice, he calls out to Kitty. "Down here, Kitty! At the computer." He glances aside to Barbara, his voice lowering, "If you want to get on a mask or something, I have a couple of spare uniforms.. and helmets. And the you know.. mask." Robin mask, that is. He's not sure if Barbara is ready to meet her as Barbara or if Oracle would be the safer option. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Stop." Barbara laughs quietly at Jason's teason of Dick and reaches out to slap his shoulder good natured, "I don't see why you need my permission, anyways." Teasing Jason, teasing Dick. She smirks, but it's shortlived when he mentions Damian having a date. "Seriously? The little psycho has a ''date''? He's not bringing a sword is he? That's not a date, that does not count.." An accusatory finger which has no real accusation behind it. "Wow, I really need to get out more." Even DAMIAN has a date. If not for the voice up the stairs. At first Babs instincts kick in and she's shrugging out of her jacket so that it drops down on the floor around feet to remove any restriction to her movement. Three quick rotations of her hair has the ponytail twisted into a tight bun to prevent it being used as a grip. In the span of time someone takes a breath, she's gone from conversational ease to ready to fight... until Jason calls out to the other person. Eyes jump from the stairs to Jason, finger pointing in that direction as she mouths ''That's her?''.. immediately trying to decide whether she's ready to let herself be known. Ultimately, however, she decides to trust Jason and scoops up her jacket to lay across the back of his computer chair. One elbow rests against it as the other hand pulls the clip holding the bun in place sot he ponytail falls into a cascade of orange/red hair. This isn't a cohort in crime-fighting, this is Jason's girlfriend.. so Babs puts on her best smile and tries to look as little awkward as possible. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde makes her way over to the computer, her step light-hearted as if the sound of the man's voice has buoyed her up physically as well as emotionally. "If you weren't here I was going to call to meet up with you-" Kitty says as she rounds whatever was obstructing her view of the computer area and sees Jason isn't alone. "Oh, hello," Kitty says, just a little self-consciously, but not enough to remove the warmth from the smile of greeting she gives towards Barbara. Kitty moves over to join the two of them. Reaching them the brunette's eyes swing back to Jason. "Hey," she says to the man, a little softer and with an extra undertone of warmth. She stops over at his side and says, "I just thought I'd come by and check on, things," Kitty says. Being a little vague for the moment as if she's not sure what Jason might or might not want to be said in the particular moment. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Could be worse. Could be his 'dragon'." Yeah, Jason refuses to believe that Damian actually has a dragon until he meets the blasted thing. Until then, he's played too much Dragonball Z. When the new voice approaches, he gives a warmer smile. "Hey." he greets Kitty casually. "Got donuts, coffee, and company." As Barbara didn't go running off into the darkness to hide, there's a small breath of thought. "So. Have someone you want to meet. You know I have a lot of brothers - this is the closest thing I've had to a sister. She's a childhood friend, and a long time confidant. Kitty, this is Barbara. Barbara, Kitty. I may have just been gushing about you." he comments dryly. Then he offers Kitty the box. "Donut? I was just telling her about your computer skills and you have like a gajillion degrees and supposed to be way out of my league." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' At the introduction Barbara raises her hand in a sheepish wave, tight smile in place, "He was, actually gushing about you." Confirmed with a little ease slipping into her expression as she moves away from the chair to close the distance with Kitty and offer her hand, "This isn't how I wanted to meet you, for the record. I'd planned it for dinner or something, but Jay Jay had other ideas." Giving him a conspiratory side eye, not entirely convinced this wasn't his doing all along. It's good natured though. "Also..." Thumbing back at the computer, "That's your work?" Even if she'd tried she couldn't keep the respect out of her voice, "I am impressed. Seriously." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde's eyebrow goes up briefly in curiosity at the mention of a dragon. Because, you know. Someone having a dragon sounds so far-fetched. Especially if it were like, a purple dragon and small enough it curled up on your shoulders and about your neck. That is a conversation - and introduction - still to come, though. The look of curiosity disappears in the wake of the introduction. As she hears Barbara is like a sister to Jason, Kitty shines over a smile filled with warmth. "Really nice to meet you, Barbara," Kitty says as they shake hands. The mention of gushing puts just a small amount of color in Kitty's cheeks, but earns Jason a dart of her eyes his way to direct a smile to him that one glimpse of is enough to tell the brunette's warm feelings for him. "I'd say same league, and one I'm really happy with," Kitty counters playfully to Jason. Kitty looks back as Barbara mentions the computers. "Yes, and... oh, so you're the one who set this up?" Kitty says. "Wow, I am impressed too, Barbara!" She shakes her head. "What I expected to be a quick job, was all night. Despite having physical access." Kitty shakes her head, respect showing in the gesture. "I avoided poking into areas I didn't need to do the install. But I am -so- curious about a lot. The way you have the buses routed was genius. I went back and redid a few of my systems to incorporate it. And..." Kitty pauses, glancing to Jason. "I have questions," she says, laughing. "Though I'll avoid glazing Jason's eyes by asking them now. But I would kill to get together with you to talk," Kitty says. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Jason's eyes totally glaze over like the donut he is eating. However - he know when he's on to something. Surely he didn't set this up to introduce them. No, Jason totally didn't send his girlfriend a text saying he was having breakfast at the cave. Never. "Actually, you know, I still haven't gotten my outfit and mask for tonight. I should take care of that!" With that, he's edging away, but not before kissing Kitty quickly. "I'll be right back!" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "As it turns out, I need to go find a dress as well." Barbara grins at Jason and shares the same with Kitty, "I tell you what, you let me tag along with you two tonight and I'll let you ask all the questions you want?" She leans over to snag Jason in a forced side hug just because she can and then bobs her head to Kitty, "Deal?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde smiles over to Barbara and tells her in a warm tone, "I'd be upset if you didn't join us tonight. Looking forward to getting to talk." Kitty looks back to Jason and says, "When I mentioned my degree, your father had mentioned there was someone I should meet. I wonder if he was thinking of Barbara as well?" She finally partakes of one of the donuts then, and gets herself a cup of coffee. "I don't know if you had a chance to look things over as well, Jason? The instructions should be pretty good on walking through the hacking, scrubbing, and other routines. But we can walk through some of them together if you want. There's some options for like... if you want to be able to take over a network feed and control what goes in and out? Creating a gradual shift in their latency over time so that they don't notice a sudden change that a really sharp digital security person might think to investigate." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' All the talk of tech is going right over Jason's head. "Uh. You kept all my games on there, right? I had almost collected all the soul gems in Infinity Wars, and just totally unlocked the World War II Captain America armor in Call to Duty." he offers with a glance to Kitty. What. He does investigating out it! But even 'CrimsonHelmut47' needs to have his fun online now and again. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' If it were painful to see someone roll their eyes. If it was at all possible to physically attack someone with an expression so pained, Barbara's eye roll at Jason sits high upon the roost. "Oh, my, god.." She start laughing and motions from Kitty to Jason and back again, "You know, nobody would blame you if you cut and run now, right?" She teases with Kitty at Jason's expense. Then again, he knows who taught him to play video games and it wasn't Bruce. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde joins in with soft laughter. She slips her arms around Jason and hugs him, adding a quick peck to his lips. "I love you," she tells him, shaking her head and then resting it against his shoulder. Kitty looks back to Barbara before responding, "Oh no. If I leave him it'll be because I'm just finding out he hasn't even gotten all of the soul gems yet." Kitty grins and takes a bite of her donut, shaking her head but smiling still. "The games are all there, you dork," she says lovingly. "I actually didn't touch, or look at, any of your content. I just did the sys admin stuff needed to install the new circuitboards and memory." Her tone gets a little more serious. "I was doing it without asking, though I thought you'd appreciate the surprise. But, I know you might have all sorts of things that aren't meant for my eyes. I know enough to know that sometimes, not sharing isn't a matter of trust towards that person. It's a matter of not breaching the trust of someone else. I didn't want to poke my nose any further than I had to," she tells him, glancing up to make sure Jason is ok there. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' It's still strange to hear someone tell him that she loves him. There's a glance at Barbara as to confirm she heard those words as well. Because surely it was a mistake, right? "It was a surprise. Not complaining. Just not used to it." he says with a sigh. There's a shake of his head, and then he ohs! "While you were working on Galina's base armor, I had Barbara do the checks on the Airstrike armor. She was anble to get it updated. I don't know about the so-called.. Ultra armor yet." he says, rubbing the back of his head with a sigh. Then he considers something, and decides to address it. "Kitty.. Barbara knows.. probably more about me than anyone. Well. Most everything." Yes, there was still some things he's hiding. As she found out today. "But she knows.. about my death and all." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Babs hears those three little words and all the teasing in the world cant keep her jaw from dropping. It's kind of a strange thing to hear, honestly, but not in any kind of a bad way. Instead of saying a single word she slips over to side hug Jason and grab his jacket off the back of his computer chair, "I'll see you guys soon. I need to pick up a dress short notice and not show up looking like a thrift store princess." Toodling her fingers in a curling wave, she takes a few awkward steps back with both arms tucked beneath her jacket, then spins makes for the stairs. 
}}

6750/Where do Russians get their power

2019-03-04T13:15:38Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/04 |Location=Gotham City - FSB Mansion |Synopsis=After the Crimson Dynamo was arrested by the FSB, Red Hood takes Kestrel with him to sprin..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/03/04
|Location=Gotham City - FSB Mansion
|Synopsis=After the Crimson Dynamo was arrested by the FSB, Red Hood takes Kestrel with him to spring her.
|Cast of Characters=7630, 68, 1747
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     It doesn't look like much, well I mean it's a huge disney fairtale mansion but a hardened prison? No this place on paper belonged to a Russian hockey player, hell years ago maybe he actually even set foot in this bottom dollar playset mansion. Empty spires, fake shutters, fake brick facade. Zillow says this place is worth -how- much, and look at those topiary bushes out front. There are details though, little tidbits. That gate outfront for instance, is aproximately three thousand pounds worth of high carbon steel backed by retractable ballards stout enough to stop a dumptruck. Armored window glass, heavily reinforced exterior doors. Overheight garage doors tall enough to fit a box truck, and then comes the help.     Two guys at the gate, another two at virtually every bottom floor entrance. Big broad shouldered guys with neatly groomed beards and expensive tuxedos, cradling a mixture of M4s and Shotguns. They don't wander, they don't talk, or fiddle with their phones. They stand and some of them smoke, like chimneys no less. Hard men, spook muscle of course. FSB goons do after all, tend to have something of a -look- to them. Local PD probably has the place pegged as red fellas, if they've got it pegged at all. In a county full of mansions, it's not like most of the coppers would even be looking right?     Deep below that faux bamboo flooring, squirreled away in the basement? A neat room covered in small panels of steel screwed into walls, save for the heavily armored door and that two way mirror to one side. A stainless steel table screwed down to the floor, and well they've learned not to leave the chairs in there with Galina locked up. No the Crimson Dynamo slumps, coughing against that cold concrete floor. Deprived of her prosthetics and, well they've not exactly made it easy on her. Theres a few teeth over there, hell the burns going down her arm are still leaking blood.     A regular day spa this place is. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Handing Kestrel one of the pictures of Galina he had grabbed, Red Hood is settled with his partner tonight in a vehicle near the mansion. "This is one of those McMansions that was taken back by the Americans in the late 2000s and then returned later. Belonged to some hockey player." he gives a shrug of his shoulders. "Intel has this is where they're holding this woman. Galina Nemirovsky, Sergeant in the Russian Special Forces. Also known as the Crimson Dynamo. Was looking to defect after she found out what the FSB was doing to mutants in her homeland. Found out first hand about their brainwashing. They're expecting the front gates." He glances towards the top of the building. "I'm thinking we go in high and work on our way down to the basement. Keep the situation tight and the numbers reduced to the amount of people can come at once." Taking out one of his pistols, he offers it to Kestrel. "Want it, or gonna try it the old man's way?" he asks. "These guys ain't your street level goons. Most of them are well trained and have skills that could be on par with an assassin." 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Kestrel was likely in way over her head, but hearing that a woman was in trouble did make it worth checking out. Especially since Jason going in alone could mean complete and utter bloodshed. A fact that seems obvious when he offers a gun to her causing her to look at it blankly. "Forget 'ways', you think I've ever had training with a gun?" She points out with a little shake of her head as she regards the mansion frowning in thought. Yeah, she was in over her head. With a sigh Kestrel tugs the balklava looped around her neck up to cover mouth and nose adding to her disguise along with the domino mask before her hand drops to run over her belt and gear. "I'll do what I can here to help but this is mostly your show. Don't suppose we have a layout of the place somewhere? Though I imagine they wouldn't record any interesting 'alterations' to the place with the city zoning board." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Putting the Hood into place, the helmet seals with a slight hiss. "Thank Zillow." he offers as he hands Kestrel the packet. "Stay behind me. Watch my six. If we get in too deep, smoke balls and get yourself out of here." he says as he turns around to the redhead for a moment. "And don't you dare tell Kitty." he says flatly before he steps out of the van that's marked 'Gotham Plumbing' on the side. Taking out his grapple gun, he fires it to secure a line into one of the towers, and with a running start, leaps, letting the line yank him skywards and towards the top of the building to land with a solid thud that his boots muffle the sound of. Once Kestrel joins him, he gestures to one of the side windows, and moves towards it to check for alarm sensors to disable. When he finds one, he gestures her forward. She's the expert on electronics between the two of them. While he could defeat the system, he's trusting her on it. It has to start somewhere. Especially since tonight is probably going to be pretty bloody. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Kestrel moves forward when gestured to look over the window. The wiring that she could see, the sensor. In spite of the seriousness of the situation she gives a quiet snort of apparent amusement as she realizes it's outdated by about twenty years. Apparently they'd never bothered to update the security system since the hockey player lived here. Gloved fingers dip into her belt searching for and pulling out ... a peice of gum. The wrapper is peeled off and she pops the stick of gum in her mouth chewing. Carefully she folds the foil wrapper over itself a time or two before wedging it into the frame. Slowly. Easily. Then she pops out the mostly chewed bit of gum from her mouth to press down fixing the foil in place. A glance is cast back to Red Hood as she thumbs toward her neck making a 'dead' motion before stepping back so that he can go in the window. Follow him was the order and she was doing just that. "Old security, pretty basic," she mutters quietly as he passes to inform him. "Probably just on the outside." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Good call." Red Hood offers. With the entrance secured, he pops the window, moving to slide inside. They end up in the attic of the building, which is exactly where he wanted to be. The hum of air being pushed through vents makes a comforting sound as he approaches the main feeder line. Reaching into his belt, he takes out a small container. "Keep that scarf tight." he warns her. With that, he twists the container to turn it and pump it into an opening in the vents. The Russians used Kolokol-1 in 2002 to break the Moscow theatre crisis. While it caused fifteen percent casualities among the hostages and terrorists, it was considered a success. Red Hood is being kinder. He's using remifentanil, a derivitite used in sedation. While it may not take all of them out, he's hoping it takes down a good number of the goons and give them an easier time. Once the gas is released, he stands up, drawing one of his pistols. "We have thirty minutes before that wears off." 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     Theres one guard slumped in the middle of the hallway, another few passed out on couches just beyond in what appears to be a second level break room sort of deal. Most of the rooms though, well there are no beds here. Just desks, paperwork and in the last room before the stairs? The door was left open to begin with, making the contents plainly visible. Cyrillic paperwork is scattered everywhere, a broken laptop lies abandoned in the center. Off to one side though, a heavy burl mahogany desk all but covered in blood.     Theres a fountain pen discarded nearby, it's tip broken off in the desk top. An overturned chair, a coffee table folded nearly in two and yet more blood on the floor beside a discarded syringe cap. Galina perhaps, got started a little early?     The first floor is mainly an open floor plan, subdivided into little cubicle work areas. More than a few guys are down and out completely, but at least one of them seems remarkably more resiliant. One hand clutching a wet rag to his face as he staggers from the kitchen towards the reinforced firedoor leading into the garage, his radio forgotten but he's sufficiently dazed all the same. He seems to be rather stuck on figuring out how to open the door, with a pistol in one hand and a rag in the other. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Kestrel tugs the balklava up again only to give a pinch to the bridge of her nose so the form-fitting wire inside will mold to help keep out any 'fresh' air. The material itself was filtration against gas. "Set." She falls in line behind Red Hood, keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any sign of people as they move through the rooms. Anytime she can, she crouches down near the passed out men to quickly ziptie their hands behind them. Better to make sure they weren't suddenly swarmed by guards waking up in case things ran long. The room with the bloodied desk gets a little stare before she shakes her head firmly to look away. This wasn't the house with the bodies she and Tim had gone through. Those memories weren't here. This time she COULD save the woman in the basement. Right? 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Pistol drawn and ready, Red Hood makes his way through the building. The helmet turns to glance at a moment at the blood trail before he gives a silent nod. As they approach the first floor where the one standing at the door is trying to get in, he holds out his hand to pause Kestrel. He gestures to the man and he waits. There is a small motion to where he's putting in his code. A simple issue of an order. Once he gets in the code, they're going to take him down, that way they don't have to worry about the door itself. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     Theres plenty of fumbling, before -BWEEP- that door swings open and the guy goes tumbling through it. The concrete stairs do plenty of work here, the guy's out on impact clear enough. The garage though, well it's not much of a garage actually. I mean sure theres a box truck over there, and twelve food of bright red something under a drop cloth. There's also a desk here, and behind that desk a heavy freight elevator leading down.     Behind that desk is a dude, actually three of them but only one of them stands as his coworker comes pouring through the door into a pile on the floor. Body armor, Kalashnikov already in one hand. His gaze zipping up to the doorway, and theres a second of pause before reaching for the big red button... 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' When the stairs swing open and the concrete floor opens up, exposing the garage area, the truck and desk, Red Hood grits his teeth. Seems they're going that way. Reaching into his belt, he grabs a flash bang and pops the key before flinging it amongst the Russians. "Eyes." he hisses at Kestrel in warning. And as soon as the flashbang explodes in a brilliant light and explosion, Red Hood is through the door, leaping straight for the man standing up. They have assault rifles. They don't have Bruce's rules. But Jason doesn't slip into that familiar want for bloodshed. He made a promise. He slams hard into the standing man with his shoulder. Swinging his body to the left, an armored boot goes for the man on the right. The man of the left? That one is being left to Kestrel as he wraps an arm around the main man's neck to drop him face-first into the desk. Noone said he couldn't be rough. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Kestrel turns her head with eyes shut just until that familiar crack of the flashbang goes off. Then she turns her attention back watching Jason leap through the opening. Ducking low she flips down the stairs landing on her feet in a run for the man left behind. Her center of balance is kept low to avoid any fire that might come from the moment as she runs to his side. A flick of her wrist brings out an escrima stick which she lashes out to swing right at the base of his neck from behind. While she might be on board with the 'no kill' rule she wasn't afraid of being brutal with her opponents, especially when they were armed. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     Bad guy #1, well The hood gets a good clean hit in. Enough to ring his bell and drive him to the ground, seriously dazed but not quite out of it. His compatriot #2 catches a boot to the chest and it's more than enough to send him to the ground, only these guys have training. #2 rolls completely, slamming his back into the side of that desk and well it'll make getting up hard but he's back in the fight. AK tangled in it's sling he leans to the left, clearing gunleather as he jams his elbow into the desk. His eyes are still blurry and his ears ringing, but he's together enough to fire twice in rapid succession at the blur of movement.     Badguy #3 is easily rushed, hell even landing that stick in the back of his neck isn't all that difficult. He goes down on a knee, ramming the barrel of his Kalashnikov into the concrete floor to keep himself somewhat upright. Left hand jerking free a ring hinted blade shaped like a claw, a Kerambit to be exact. <<Kontackt!>> Shouted in Russian, and well the alarm may not have gone off but gunshots.. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The gunshots is eactly what Red Hood was hoping to avoid. Rolling behind the desk as the shots slam into it, he drops to the ground. Using the clearance beneath the desk to his advantage, he swings his pistol around to fire a pair of shots into the ankle and lower legs of the second bad guy. Striking or not, he rolls out, rushing the man to shoulder-tackle him against the wall and finish taking him down, using the very concrete wall that the guard was using as support to his own advantage to crack the guard's skull against the back of it. His attention snaps to Kestrel to make sure she has her guard under conrtol, and preparing to fire. One pistol swings towards Kestrel and her guard, the other is aimed down the hallway. He knows to expect trouble any moment now. He'd throw smoke pellets, but he needs the way clear. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' When he goes to his knee, still apparently functional enough to fight back, Kestrel turns swivels back toward him on the ball of her foot. The glint of that curved knife warns her to his intentions. Again she lashe out with the escrima stick though this time she thumbs the button that sends a shock of electricity through it. Not quite a stun gun so much as a stun stick. It was one of Nightwing's tricks, but as she'd been training with him, this was one of the weapons she was being taught. It seemed fitting for tonight. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     #2 screams out in pain as a round ploughs through his ankle, and he goes down. Distracted for plenty long enough for the Red Hood to bash his skull against that concrete hard enough to bounce, and well he's out like a god damned light.     #3 lifts one hand to block that stick, but the moment it connects that electricity is more than sufficient to buckle his guard and reward Kestral with a satisfying -Crack- as she tags his chin hard enough to send him to the ground in a pile.     Outside though, well shouts of alarm are going up. Doors are being flung open and flashbangs flung as the Guards begin clearing the building behind our duo. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Find the button to seal that door!" Red Hood snaps at Kestrel. "We need to get our bearings to figure out where they're holding her." he rumbles as he holsters one of the pistols and goes over to the first guy that went down - the one that opened the door for them. Reaching into his belt, he takes out a pair of zipties. Securing his hands behind his back, the Hood moves to take out a small vial, snapping the smelling salts to wave them beneath the man's nose. When he awakes, there's a hard slap across the face to awake him further. "<<The Sergeant. Where is she?>>" comes the question, quick and brutal. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Kestrel gives a single curt nod. Whirling away from her newly felled goon she moves to the door. Rather than immediately shut it, the escrima stick comes into play again to swing down from the side at the electronic keypad on the other side of the door. A few good whacks has it fall off, and she kicks the keypad itself through to their side. Only then does she swing the door shut and lock it. The keypad itself is picked up and jammed beneath the doorframe to act like a doorstop making it even more difficult, hopefully, to get through. "Should hold for a few, but hurry!" Pulling out a flashbang of her own she uses the zipties to latch it between the door knob and the handrail to the stairs down. Just a small booby trap for when the door was eventually breached. Kestrel whirls around to see to the other felled guards that weren't currently being interrogated. They're ziptied as well to ensure they don't wake too early. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     The poor guy, all he wanted was some black bread and pickles before this started. When those smelling salts come out he winces and coughs, trying to focus on the red mask (hood) for a moment. <<In the garage! Stop them before they get down into the bunker!>>Which is -very- brave if we're being honest. It's also very stupid, because well there is that freight elevator in the back of the garage.     <<Stack up! On me, on me! The garage!>>The guys outside the garage, well unfortunately they're getting their shit together in a real hurry it seems. Guys hit with the gas are being dragged outside to recover, as the guys outside collapse their perimeter. They seem to hesitate when it comes to breaching the door though, because well they know who else is down in that bunker.. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Freight elevator!" Red Hood snaps towards Kestrel. Slamming his pistol butt into the face of the guard, he brings the Russian down. Getting to his feet, he's moving towards the elevator quickly, opening it. Then he looks towards Kestrel. "From here? It's my rules. These guys will kill you. They are going to want to kill you. If you have to kill them, do it." His voice is firm and flat. There's no room for quarrel there. The rules will change, if just for a night. With that, he's drawing both of his pistols, making sure they are both prepared and ready as he steps into the elevator, and waits for Kestrel to make up her mind before hitting the down button. 

:'''{{#var:1747|Carrie Kelley (1747)}} has posed:''' Kestrel had begun to go for the freight elevator. It's only when Jason gives his ultimatum that her footsteps slow with a sense of impeding dread. Could she do that? Could she kill someone, even if it were to save her own life? Her fist clench at her side as she gives a quick shake of her head. "I can't." No explaination. There was no time. Instead she says, "I'll provide a way back out," she decides staring straight back at him. "Keep in contact." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Keep frosty." comes Red Hood's response. "If I'm not out of here in thirty minutes? Get the hell out of here. Tell Bats it went south, and what happened." he shrugs his shoulders. "See you around, Kes." With that, he hits the button, closing the gates as the elevator starts to descend. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     It's a short ride down, and through a blast door that leads straight to hell. The room once furnished simply with dull green tables and chairs, has been decorated with what remains of the fifteen men who staffed this position. Bits of what were once men clings to the ceiling, as the overhead lights flicker and swing. At the back of the room lie tables of, well Galina's shit. I mean they got her arm and leg there, as well as some of her other personal kit. The back wall has just a single doorway and a floor length two way mirror. You can even see Galina slumped beside that lone table, only theres a complication.     She stands in the center of the room, smiling ever so sweetly. She's almost beautiful, but those lips are just a hair bit too wide and when they part? Those dagger like teeth, hardly endearing. Eyes the color of hazard yellow, and thats just for starters. Delicate wrists leading to delicate hands, which end in long scythe like talons. All of which is dressed in the most delightful finery, the embroidery of those petticoats alone must have cost a fortune. When that door pops open? She half turns to spread her skirt in a curtsey"How long has it been since I've seen a knight errant."Her tone all but breathless. "Have you come to save the broken soldier, Sir?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Kneeling down, Jason is expecting all hell to be loose when he gets down below. And he's getting low because he expects to find everything to be aimed high. Instead, as the doors open, he finds himself in a room full of nightmare fuel. "I ain't any type of knight. Errant or otherwise." comes the Red Hood's response. "I'm a Hood. You want a knight? Look at the Bat. Me? I'm the guy they send when you need your ass kicked with no qualms." And there's not another word said for the moment as he brings up both pistols and starts to fire, emptying the magazines towards the woman as the shell casings are ejected and land on the floor. Because nothing says hello like a hail of nine millimeter rounds being fired as fast as the Hood can pull the triggers, the ends of the barrels already starting to glow slightly. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "Not even an introduction? We grow bored of such vulgar conduct..."She turns as the gunfire starts, lifting those skirts and for a fleeting moment a glimpse below. There is not one pair of legs, there are many. An impossible tangle of limbs, the sight of which is enough to have driven lesser men crazy. Then, she drops and..just..leaves. The blood on the floor ripples outward from her passing, and well poof. The lights flicker oncemore, and theres a rush of wind but...yeah she just fucked right off.     Galina rises unsteadily, pausing to brace herself against the table before staring at that mirror. She can hear the gunfire but... 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "That was rather... anti-climatic." Red Hood rumbles as he moves to Galina's side and start to remove her restraints. "Alright. I have someone working to get us a way out. We need to grab your gear and go." he says, his attention turning to the woman for a moment. "You're almost more trouble than you're worth." There's only a slight tease in his voice. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "Fuck you."Comes her response as she hobbles towards the table, and well on goes the leg and the arm before she takes a moment to get her bearings. They have been working her over day and night judging by the swelling, but well she finds her little metal box of medication and fumbles to get the autoinjector out so she can drive it into her neck with a low groan and a sigh.     "When you came down here, did you see her? The Duchess Centipede, did she -see- you?"Casually selecting an AK from amidst the gore, before snagging a pair of magazines and shoving them into her waist band. "They moved my armor here, I can get us out if you get me to it." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "I saw her. She saw me. She left. Apparently she likes me as much as you do." comes Red Hood's response as he glances aside to her and he gives a solid nod of his head. "Alright. You want to get us out of here and keep your armor? Then we'll do it your way. Where we heading?" it's a simple question as he ejects the first pair of magazines and reloads. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "I'm going to crawl into my gear, and then I'm gonna do a lot of killing whilst you get out of here."She moves to the elevator, swaying as the drugs wash over her. AK cradled under arm. "I can fly, remember?"Says the woman who just spent the last few days getting worked over, and is now jacked up on..whatever is in those syringes. "Why'd you come for me, You don't owe me anything. You were free and clear of all this mess." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Let's say I'm a softy for damsels in distress." comes the Hood's response as he steps on the elevator. "Plus, you pulled my ass out of the fire at the docks. I owed you one." he says simply as they prepare to head up and get to her armor. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "Fair.."She offers quietly, before getting back to business. Safety off, chamber check and she seems satisfied. "If you saw her, then she can find you whenever she wants. She likes killers, she feeds on the bloodshed."Theres a grunt there as she pops her neck, finally. "Once I start, I need thirty seconds before you can make a run for it alright? Let me build you some space, we don't need to let these guys get lucky." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Then she's going to /hate/ me at the moment." Red Hood is officially at ?? days without killing someone. He had expected that to change tonight, but it seems for now, that the count remains. He gestures as he gives a wave with his pistols. "After you then, Sergeant. When you get free, you need a place to crash?" He gives her instructions on how to reach the Redcave. "I'll let Arsenal know you'll be there." 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "Not a Sargeant anymore."She corrects, as she jerks the dropcloth off that armor and pops the latch to clamber lamely inside. Then comes the rumble and whine, the smell of ozone as those Venko generators get going. It spreads those feet as the minigun on that shoulder rises, smashing into drywall without so much as slowing down before it swings down and starts spinning. That 30mm high velocity cannon is an incredible experience at distance, but up close in an enclosed space it's something else. It spews fire and noise in a single stream of high explosive death that cuts methodically through the garage's doorway and into the house proper. Armored plates crackling with electricty, before it drops a shoulder and surges foreward. Each foot step like an earthquake, and then it goes right through that wall and presuming you can still hear anything at all? Thats when the screaming starts.     Pouring high explosives and enough electricity to light god knows how many city blocks with precision, it's hard not to be distracted by the Crimson Dynamo. Sewing chaos and bloodshed with wild abandon, it's easy to miss folks making a run for it. Hell it's arguably the smartest thing you -could- do. 
}}

6689/Sentinels: Down by the Docks

2019-02-27T16:41:27Z

IceeBear:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/27
|Location=Bludhaven Docks
|Synopsis=Red Hood and Galina investigate what was beyond the Crimson Dynamo facility. They run afoul of the FSB.
|Cast of Characters=68, 7630, 79
|Tinyplot=Sentinels
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The 'Haven's littered with failed housing projects; monuments to wrongheaded Federal programs. They're mostly filled with crackheads and runaways. 'The Spine' is Blüdhaven's Main Street - the city's 'sin central'. It draws the merchant seamen and foreign sailors from the piers. The Spine leads down to the docks, or what some call the asscrack of Bludhaven. Another one of those failed pork barrel programs, the Docks were supposed to be a beacon to welcome commerce to the city, instead, it's just another failed example of big spending go bad. So it's the perfect place for the Russians to have set up just to prove the failure of the captalist Americans. Or at least the FSB. Red Hood is frustrated. Sentinels were in his city. Sure, Sentinels are a threat to mutants. And he's no mutant. But it's bad for business. Next thing you know, they'll be making hunter killer robots for masks or some shit. Having left his motorcycle stashed in a safe location, the Hood makes his way along the rows of shipping containers. He remembers talking to the Crimson Dynamo's pilot. It was convienent the way she had shown up on the docks - she has to be nearby. Once he finds her? He's betting there's something else nearby. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     The Dynamo is a relic in many ways, it's logistical footprint alone is immense. It's why funding is always such a huge deal, why the Dynamo took this American job to begin with. All those spare parts, weapon packages, special oil, hydraulic fluid and so fourth? It takes up a lot of space, too much space to have ever hidden it away at the embassy. Hell the suit barely fits there at it is, but thats beside the point. It's why theres a warehouse down here, hiding in plain sight.     Under the cloak of night, Galina moves with admirable stealth considering the sort've high profile work she's best known for. Gravel crunching under boot as she stalks across a rooftop opposite the warehouse,stepping just close enough to the edge to peer over to watch the warehouse carefully. She's supposed to be in New York, her VDV buddies assured the FSB she didn't need a minder tonight. Told them she needed to blow off some steam, which isn't a complete lie. Watching for the guard rotation she knows is coming, because thats supposed to be her shit these guys are guarding. She's been inside the place a dozen times, so why can't she just stroll in there? Well, there have been irregularities and veiled threats.     So casually she tugs down the collar of her undersuit, and drives a hyperdermic home. Smashing that plunger, and waiting for a moment for the cocktail to hit her blood stream before she pulls the thing out. Muscles loosen, her nervous system ceases to be on fire for at least a short while and that driving migraine slips away. She hitches the needle into a pouch, and snags that bolt action with a huff. Can't verywell be using russian gear here, righto? 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "<<Betting you're not a diabetic.>>" The voice comes from the shadows above Galina. When she glances up, the dim light shines on the black and brown clad figure of Red Hood. And the fact that he already has a pistol out. The Russian isn't /bad/ but it could use some work. "Who was it that decided Sentinels to the Friends of Humanity was a good idea? FSB? Russian Armed Forces? Or was that the plan all along? Heard the Russians have had problems with the supply train - guessing a goodwill tour is a good way to sneak them in plain sight. And who better than a tired Russian sergeant whose already half robot to lead the way." And he waits in the shadows above her. The light in his lens are at a dull low, as he waits for his answers to the questions he asked as he glances towards the warehouse and then back to her. "Or should I just go find out for myself?" 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''      "I'm not in good shape, being a hero is a rough trade."Comes a tired, casual response. She hadn't expected this would all go unnoticed of course, but she'd hoped she'd have a little more time before things got chugging along. "FSB is my guess, expect they mean to blame it on me. Say it was rogue Dynamo ultra nationalist, likely had laugh over using a mutant lover like the Dynamo to sneak these things in." That T-slotted helmet finally swings over to Red hood, red light flaring to life before settling down to a soft glow. "I will allow you to come with me without complaint, as witness I have no part in these things. I will also request, you keep anything you see not related to FSB activity a strict secret."     That bolt action rifle is of course bullpup DTI that American intelligence is so fond of, no telling of course where she got it. Or the suppressed 1911 on her hip, or those American frags on her chest plate. It seems even she has some stashes of her own, or at least friends with cashola. "Is this agreement acceptable to you?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The Hood considers for a moment, and then the smirk is audible inside of his helmet. "Super hero team ups are usually Nightwing's thing." he says with a chuff of amusement. "And all the other Bats seem to have female sidekicks. So sure, why not. Just to give you a different name." "Like Red Tide or something. I'll work on it." He doesn't drop to the ground, though Galina's analysis will show that he's carrying much more than just that one pistol. When isn't he? Pulling back up to a standing position, he gestures with the pistol as he tucks it away. "After you." 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "I'm not quite as 'red' as I used to be, already have new name worked out."She steps up to the edge to take a knee, swinging that rifle up to her shoulder to take aim. "How does "Ultra-dynamo" sound to your American ears? "Air Strike" was supposed to be the successor to the Dynamo program as whole, but no money."Inhale, exhale. Then a careful pull of the trigger and, well it's fairly anticlimactic up on the roof. Hell when she fans the action open and shut again, theres more clatter.     A form on the warehouse roof shudders, as a 123 grains of "Sit the fuck down" are driven through the top of his skull. The warehouses's carefully concealed overwatch sniper has been removed from play. Casually, she polices up her empty brass before intoning softly over the wireless. <<Overwatch down, clear approach from the west. Expect there is another look out uptop on opposite side of roof, watch line of approach.>> 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Those are both terrible names." This from a man calling himself Red Hood. He'll think on it as he marks the first man down. She's going for kills. And that raises a certain feeling with the Hood. One he hasn't felt in a while. It'd feel really good right now. That sense of fear. Knowing that look in their eyes as their life drains out. Come on Jason. It'd be easy. Shaking off that quick sensation, he offers up a grunted. "How about Bloodlust." A warning, perhaps, as he quiets. Coming up behind guard two - his takedown is not as brutal - but equally effective. A quick punch to the kidney's to disable the man followed by a solid hit to the back of the skull to incapacitate him. Zipties and a gag truss up the guard as he glances towards the back of the building. <<That where they're keeping your extra parts?>> 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     <>Comes her only reply. She takes a long step off the building, and well it's not a super quiet touch down but she doesn't light that jet up or break the concrete at least. <<These men are not criminals, they are FSB animals. When an animal goes rabid, you do not arrest it.>>Casually strolling past the knocked out guards with a wince behind that helmet. Really, not one kill?     The containers in question are indeed already open, the parts in question? Well those are rocket pods, chain guns, miniguns, explosive line launchers, anti tank missiles, what looks like a cut down tank cannon, munitions and of course parts. From motivators to jet engines, chunks of pre-formed ERA applique, spare RPG chains, everything you need to keep the dynamo running. Theres also humanoid shape beneath a drop cloth over there, armor to be precise. Rifles, grenades, light machine guns, grenades, even a few spare undersuits. Oh and merch, ever wanted a Crimson dynamo T-shirt?     Behind that though, well they've attempted to sort of gate it off with barrels and crates, an attempt to make it look incidental. They've hidden it behind a pair of box trucks, but indeed sharp eyes will spot it. Connex boxes painted in dull grey, rather than the red/white/blue of the russian federation like the dynamo gear. <<Incidentally, do not touch venko generators with bare hands. Will dissolve flesh from bone.>> Important facts, yaknow? 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' <<Not all goons know they're goons.>> Hood pauses. Dammit, now he's even beginning to sound like the old man. Shaking off that momentary thought, his eyes scan over the gear, and he gives a low whistle. "Remind me to invite you to my next 4th of July bar-b-que." he comments dryly. The humanoid shapes are glanced at, but he's betting those are armor forms - other Dynamos in case Galina gets trashed in the original. Then he pauses. There's a glance towards the woman. <<They brought everything, didn't they?>> The question is a simple one - the understanding deeper - she's not going home, is she? There's a lift of his brow as the Red Hood jumps down towards the ground and starts towards the box trucks. <<Suppose this is better than a .22 to the base of the skull, huh.>> Lifting himself over the truck, he pauses. And the drops back down. The anger is evident in his posture as he turns to Galina. "How long did you know?" he asks her. When she looks herself, she'll see. Sure, the first two Sentinels? They may have been destroyed in Kingston Park. But in this secure area, behind these box trucks? There's a large assembly area. Familiar purple and grey forms are set up. Cranes and other construction equipment shows that they are working on assembling. Two Sentinels are already near completion, while in their own bays, another four are under construction. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     <>She clarifies, which is a small point but an important one. <<The Dynamo protects the people, not just the powerful. They are concerned that I will protect the people from them, which would be problematic.>> She follows along slowly, taking care to make sure they're alone here. If this goes sideways there can't be any FSB witnesses left, and that complicates this team up.     <>That masked woman with a colt commando? Yep.     <<It was not enough that they do this evil at home.>>She offers softly, dropping down to step into the assembly area. A trained eye giving the sentinels a slow careful study, she'll need to know the details so as to better destroy them in the future it seems. <> 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "I'd need someone better at this shit then me, lady." Red Hood admits. He's taking it all in with his cameras as he draws both pistols from their holsters. Much like the American cowboy, right? Dammit Barbie. Where are you when I could use you on this? Hopefully someplace warmer and nicer. She's earned it. Unknowingly, as the two walk, a small alert goes off in the Consulate office - one of them hit a pleasure plate inbetween the two trucks. The back of the warehouse opens, and several FSB men start to make their way in. They're armed, and apparently not looking to take prisoners tonight as they immediately open fire on Jason. A string of cusswords, half English, half Russian come out of the Hood's mouth as he fires back, running to take cover behind one of the Sentinel bases. More men show up on the catwalk. They aren't playing when it comes to security. Turning to glance at Galina, the Hood frowns. "Would now be a good time to suit up?" 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     She wasn't ready for this, she had -plans- to do this neat and tidy. Plans, of course are just lists of things that don't happen. She turns, loosing a round from that bolt gun before just dumping it. Even before the suggestion, she's sprinting across the warehouse floor. A lift jet fires, and she lifts in a gentle arc over those containers and out of the line of fire. Jason is on his own for the moment.<<Tak tochno!>>     From there it's all on automatic, honestly. She hits the ground in a slide, jerking that hidden ripcord to release her undersuit's armor panels. She rips off the drop cloth, and gets right to it. Tugging on gear she hasn't worn since the olden days, when all was good and right in the world. <<I'm going to need a hand getting this stuff out of here, without American police. You know anyone who can hide a few containers for a little while?>>     She ditches her undersuit helmet, pulling on the dynamo helmet with a happy little sigh. Even with the gunfire, even with the shouting and the distance? The moment those old venko generators are roused from their slumber, you can -feel- the charge build in the air. Softly thrumming in time with her heartbeat, as she flips on the loud speaker. "Urrrraaaa!" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' See, Roy knows how these events tend to play out, so whether Jason knew it or not, Arsenal was trailing him until he found a good vantage point in the warehouse rafters to lay down some heat when the time came. Until then, he kicks back in his full slightly armored regalia, quiver on his back and trucker hat on his head. But, when shit hits the fan faster than a Cowboys Football Fumble, Roy just sighs. He touches two fingers to his ear. "Well, that's like 5 minutes from the record. Need a hand?" he speaks softly as to not give away his position. Roy had an arrow drawn and ready to fire, his left eye closed as he just smirks, firing it at one of the gunmen, and the whistle of the red arrow is heard. The ultra-sharp tip hits one of the gunmen right in the head, hopefully drawing some fire to where the gunmen THINK his position is. Wait, is that guy's head....beeping? 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Sure, just let me call U-Haul and see what they have." Red Hood responds as he feels bullets panging off of the armored heel of the Sentinel he's taken cover behind. Sliding out from the side of it, he fires several shots in response, trying his best not to go for kill shots. Has to keep to the rules. Galina doesn't have that paticular problem, as she gets kitted up. When as the Mk 4 Crimson Dynamo powers up and wanders into the fray, Jason eyes go wide as the lumbering armor comes by. "Damn, nice. But we're still outnumbered like 10 to 1." Then Roy's arrow strikes home, and starts to beeping. "Make that 20 to 3." He's ducking down, before calling out to Roy. "Remember the Russian girl I told you about? Kind of hot, metallic arm you'd dig?" He points to the Dynamo. "She's inside. No shooting her, yeah!" One of the FSB men, realizing what happened reaches for his radio. <<Crimson Dynamo has gone rogue. We need the contingency!>> <<Contingency is deploying. Ten seconds.>> 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     That brilliant star emblazoned across her chest erupts for the first time in maybe, what ten years? It's glorious, right? The Dynamo comes surging out of the containers, ploughing into one FSB nut and driving him into the side of a truck hard enough to nearly cleave him in half. A half turn, thrusters sputter for a moment before firing and she rockets upwards. Rolling up over backwards to hit the catwalk ever so softly. She waits for a moment. Reaching a hand out to grasp that handrail before the entire catwalk erupts.     Electricity dances across the lattice work, ploughing through the FSB up there to the tune of a few million volts. Men erupt into flames, muscles contracting as they're flash cooked. "Come on you want to kill me, you hitlerite traitors? Well come on, I'm going to make you bleed for it!" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' "Oh shit, for real? Give her my number for me will ya!" Roy calls back to Jason, probably giving away his position in the process. "Just tell her to keep out of the blast zone!" then that beeping arrow lodged in that guy's head? It explodes as if it were a grenade, hopefully sending lethal shrapnel into at least three others, and making quite the explosion. Michael Bay would be proud. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Okay, if you two start trying to one up each other for kills, I'm going to feel like a total third wheel on this date." comes the rumbling response from Red Hood. He fires a couple of more shots to take down one of the guards, and he frowns. "What's that?" The Crimson Dynamo's alerts go crazy inside the suit. Something she's felt before - but not in a long time. Darkness seems to crawl and coalesce in the middle of the room. When it snaps and crackles, a portal opens, and standing there in the middle of the warehouse, is four familiar to Galina figures. First is a large green suit of armor. Titanium Man. Known enemy of Iron Man. Agent for hire. It'd make sense that the FSB would have him. The other three? Not a bit. The shapely blonde that teleported them there with a black bodysuit with white accents and a starburst pattern on her chest. A man in red and black armor remincient of Captain America's, with a double-headed eagle shield. And a gigantic bear. "Galina Nemirovsky!" comes Vanguard's announcement, "You are under arrest for treason and murder of Russian Federation officials. Surrender now, or be taken down by the WINTER GUARD!" "I vote take down!" Titanium Man doesn't even wait, as he rushes towards the armored women, looking to smash her in. Darkstar, the blonde, starts to fire concussive blasts of dark energy into the rafters to try to take down Roy - while Vanguard charges for Jason's position. Ursa Major, after a moment's thought, gets on all fours and charges the Dynamo as well. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     <<You two should leave, leave now and run as fast and as far as your legs will carry you. I will stay, there is no land beyond me for them.>>She cranks that suit way past it's redline, pushing armor that was out've date when new right to the limits immediately out of the gate. She ploughs through the catwalk hand rail, hitting hurtling foreward and rolling to the right to dodge the incoming Titanium man. He wasn't the one she was scared of, it was the power house who -used- to be her very best friend in the world. Dark Star.     The Dynamo half turns, shoulders opening up to spew rockets fourth in a wide pattern. These things were too old to have homing capabilities, but they should make for a fine distraction. "Traitors!"     She rolls forward as she cuts the thrusters, aiming to plough right into darkstar out of the gate. She needs to land some hate or this won't last very long at all. "Laynia knock it off! It's me you stupid bitch!" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' "Well, that's what you get for telling me about the hot Russian!" Roy grumbles back to Jason, before he looks up at the alerts, two arrows knocked into his bow. "Well, that's almost never a good sign." Then, they start crying out thingsl ike WINTER GUARD! and all the strongest Russian accents in the world. "Oh shit, are they gonna start twirling flags or-" OH SHIT. Titanium Man is on the move and Darkstar is aiming at him! Roy, showcasing his acrobatic skill, backflips off the rafters and mid-fall, fires those two arrows at Darkstar! hoping to take her down at the knees. Because energy manipulation is a bitch. He rolls once his feet touch the ground and he instantly moves for cover, already picking his arrows and strategizing how he wants to go about this. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I don't think you're new friends are going to let us stroll out of here." Jason remarks. Firing off several shots into Vanguard's shield as they bounce off, the Hood is leaping backwards, trying to keep himself some distance from the brawling and brawny mutant Hero of the Republic. Vanguard slams Jason against the side of the Sentinel, forcing one of the guns from his hand. "You should have listened to the traitor." he says dryly. "You are not going to leave this room free tonight." With Crimson Dynamo trying to slam into Darkstar, Laynia turns to her 'friend'. "I know who you are. I know you are a traitor. You came here to try to flee. To leave us behind. We will not allow it!" Dark enegery tendrirls rip from her when she shoves the Dynamo back. Which was a setup. Titanium Man grabs one arm of the Dynamo while Ursa Major grabs the other. They both pull back hard, causing the armor to pop and creak along it's shoulder joins - the pair of them looking to literally rip the armor apart limb by limb. This is bad. He knows it's bad. Red Hood pushes his feet against Vanguard's shield, shoving him back as he drops to the ground. Rolling backwards, Jason pushes himself to his feet. Roy's arrows slam into Darkstar, shoving her backwards, but they did not get through the black matter that surrounds the young woman. Lifting her hand, she starts to crush the metallic catwalk in around Roy, looking to trap him within it. "Americans and their toys." she says with a small sneer. "Roy! Get the hell outta here!" He's seen his best friend captured before - and he doesn't want to have him turned over to the tender mercies of the Russians. "I'll be along as soon as I can!" He's going to do the dumb, isn't he? Probably. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "Fuck you!"Comes the immediate retort as the duo scoop up her arms. Generators running hot as she tries desperately to muscle through it, but she doesn't have the juice to both pull back and shock at the same time. "I'm gonna chew the eyes out've yer faces and skull fuck you chuckle fucks!"She does the crazier thing, well no the craziest thing. The thing Bukharin never would have done, she lights that lift jet and firewalls it. Legs kicking frantically to get the whole trio airborn if only for a moment, just long enough to get her arms free.     Shoulder joints groan and pop, paint flecks bursting free. She doesn't have that aux-port in this suit, her undersuit has no juice to cool her. She was running hot before she lit those jet boots up, but now she's cooking. Interior warning droning on about coolant temp, about her heart rate, about primary drive pressure, about everything really. "UUURRRAAAA!" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' "I'm not sure if insulting them further is the best idea, Russian Iron Man!" Roy calls out to Galina, before Red is telling him to make like a Catholic and start Roman in a direction far away from here, Roy just looks at his best friend and shrugs. "Oh come the hell on, we can take 'em!" Though he does sigh. "Fine, fine!" Roy draws a flash bang arrow and fires it directly at Darkstar's chest! hoping that it will explode on contact or in her vicinity...he let that bad boy heat up. But only then does he attempt to make his escape, a grappling hook arrow firing into the rafters so he could swing out of that shit show! Hopefully, the flash bang might be able to help out Galina as well, but he's not counting on it. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' While the jetwash is enough to get Ursa Major free, Titanium Man's own jet boots power on, wrenching hard at the Crimson Dynamo's arm, looking to rip the whole thing off and away from the rest of the suit. Darkstar is struck by that flash bang and the violent light causes her to cry out as she's knocked away from the others. "Darkstar!" Vanguard calls out to his sister as she's struck, and the man turns towards Roy as he's fleeing. "You will not escape." he intones, preparing to throw the shield at Arsenal when Jason suddenly leaps at him, side-tackling the mutant shield carrier. "No you don't!" he calls out as he slams into the side of the man. For his troubles, he gets a shield to the back of the helmet, slamming Jason to the ground with a grunt. Getting back to her feet, Darkstar turns to her former friend, and dark tendrils reach out, wrapping around the Dynamo's legs. "You will not escape!" And she swings the armor hard, looking to slam it into several shipping containers and collapse them on both armors! 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     Titanium man always was a few screws loose, and nowhere near as clever as he thought he was. The Dynamo turns her full attention to a foe every single Crimson Dynamo before her has loathed, and on a basic emotional level? She'll take whatever comes, for just these few moments one on one. She rolls in flight, coming face to face for a moment before that free hand grabs the collar of his armor and -CRASH- she smashes that helmet into his with raw animal ferocity. Ever wonder why the dynamo helmets have that reinforced ridge along the top? She smashes it in over and over again, she's already had two traumatic brain injuries whats another right?     Then that right arm comes back, and she diverts full suit power. It's enough juice to flash cook the skin of her right arm, and then she swings. The arc flash before that thing connects with his chest is enough to scramble electronics for blocks. The blow itself is no less impressive mind, but she's not going for a disabling blow here. No she'd be happy to put her armored fist right through the guy. She reaches back for another, and then those shipping containers come crashing down and the pair go to the floor.     Her HUD is now flashing just about every single warning it has, her left arm venkos are crushed. Her right arm at thirty percent, battery power at eight percent, not a single subsystem is operating normally and suit temps are rising well above a hundred fourty degrees. Still, she stirs. She should be out of this fight, she could give up now with no shame.     Slowly the Crimson Dynamo rises from the pile, It's lost the left shoulder guard entirely. Her right leg might've been crushed if it wasn't already prosthetic, helmet dented and covered in green paint. Waves of heat rising as she limps foreward. Fingertips in that right hand arcing with electricity. "Come on! Finish it you cowards, That the best you fucking got?" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' aaaand SAFE! THe assist goes to number 2, Jason Todd, the 34th one of his professional career. Roy gives a nod of thanks to Jason before he draws another arrow. Roy's eyes widen. There's a red punching glove on it. "Oh my god. We meet again. Don't fail me now!" and he fires that arrow off of one of the walls, using his interesting angle to allow the arrow to narrowly glide off the wall, causing a sharp turn of direction, hopefully greeting vanguard in the face with a 'WHACK' because nobody hits the best friend and gets away with it. Except Roy of course. for Darkstar, he grabs a tazer arrow and fires at her direction as well, and it should be noted that Roy has not stopped moving. "Hey! pick on someone your own size!" Roy that was stupid. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Titanium Man gives a string of curses as he's slammed against, headbutted, and ultimately, that massive blasts through his chest armor sends him crashing into another cargo container, causing it to collapse in around him, several car alarms going off from the vehicles that yet to be removed from them. "There is no hero's death for you! Hold her!" Vanguard commands, as Darkstar reaches out with her powers to try to restrain the Dynamo in her grip. Then the boxing glove arrow comes flying in, smacking Darkstar right in her pretty face. How dare you hit a girl, Roy Harper?! Dynamo breaks free from the black tendrils, but before she can advance, the return of Ursa Major happens as he grapples Galina from behind. "Nyet!" he growls, the massive man bear lifting the suit off the ground and twisting, suplexing the Dynamo head first into the concrete dock. As he pulls back, Vanguard jumps over the bear as it crouches and the Mutant Hero of the Russian Federation slams his shield into a vulnerable point on the undercarriage of the armor, looking to sever the power source from the suit. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     That suplex hits HARD, and theres that terrible sort've wheezing suck of somone who's autonomic system just got it's god damned bell rung. Writhing on the pavement, boots kicking until that shield comes down with a pop and a fizzle. The Dynamo stills for a moment, before coughing. "Idi na Khui, Yebanaya pizda!"Hey she's not dead, hooray everyone!     She lifts a now unpowered arm up clumsily, pawing at that helmet for a moment before she can get it off and hurl it lamely towards the vanguard. "Fuck you Nikolai, fuck you!"Her skin is bright almost salmon, cooked. Nose broken badly, lips swollen, one eye swollen shut and face covered with blood. Still she tries to get back into the fight. Can't say she lacks heart, right? "I don't know what madness this is, but I swear to god I'm gonna kill you real fucking slow. I'm gonna make that shit last you fucking pig!" 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "You are done." Nikolai intones. He doesn't even need to fight her. Instead, it's Ursa Major. Dear Ursa Major, the one she was so worried about. The one that was taken away and locked up. His massive paws grab the edges of the suit and rip it apart as he reaches for the woman within. In all of this, Jason has been surrounded by FSB goon squads that have their rifles trained on him as he starts to struggle to get up. "..guess asking if anyone wants some borscht is out of the question?" he asks, as his lifts his hands to put them behind his head. 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' To be fair, it certainly would not be the first time that Roy has hit a woman. Okay, the first time was CHeshire, because she tried to assassinate him okay?! yeesh. But Roy gives smirk as he whallops Darkstar in the face with the punching glove arrow! but then, he sees the FSB starting to surround the place and the Winter Guard having neutralized Crimson Dynamo, Roy is back to back with Red. "Well...maybe vodka might help." but he just puts his bow in rest, lifting his hands up. "Any ideas?" Smoke bombs? 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     She's covered in cuts and bruises, that death rattle in her chest is likely a broken rib puncturing her lung. Not the first time. When that right armor comes free, well from the shoulder to the tips of her fingers that undersuit had cooked and fused. It peels that skin right out, Ever wondered what cooked human flesh smells like? Now you do. Maybe it's the drugs, maybe she's just tough but she doesn't cry out. Just sucks in a stumbling gasp, boots kicking lamely for a second before she goes slack. Drifting off as, well shock probably?     "God Mikhail, Laynia. I looked, I looked everywhere. I promise I tried, I'm so sorry."She rolls her head back, as the adrenaline dump finally ebbs and....she slumps into a pile.     The Crimson Dynamo, the protector of the prolitariat has fallen. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "We're going to have to come back later for your girlfriend." Jason rumbles, "On my mark." he states, and then as the FSB agents reach to pull his arms behind him, the bat-symbol on the Red Hood's chest plate glows, before firing off a massive electrical charge that goes through the agents that are surrounding them. That would be the 'mark'. The smoke bombs are dropped as the Red Hood grabs his grapple gun and fires it into the girders to escape with Arsenal. They will be back. Soon. Laynia looks over to Mikhail, and then Galina, and she frowns, reaching up to rub her cheek. "...do we.. do we know her, brother?" she asks. "She is an enemy of the State. She will be returned to stand trial for her crimes." Nikolai starts to respond, when someone steps out of his car. "No." says the Consulant-General as he lights a cigarette. "She remains here. Our men will return her to the Consulate. You will return home." "But.." "There are no buts. You have your orders." Darkstar looks towards the woman on the ground one last time, sadness touching her eyes - but she doesn't know why as they go to recover Titanium Man, and she transports them back to Russia. "We will need to work fast. Surely the American Press will want answers. And we will give them to them." The Consulate-General glances towards the crumpled Galina. "You will be no hero. But a scapegoat, you shall be." He drops the cigarette and crushes under a fine leather shoe as the FSB guards take up the Russian woman to drag her off. 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' "On it." Just for good measure, as soon as the electric charge is given, Roy also throws some smokebombs on the ground to give them the best smoke coverage, firing a grappling hook arrow into the rafters to make his escape with Red Hood. Much like Schwarzeneggar, they will be back. "So, that could've gone better." Roy says as they flee. "and she is so not my girlfriend!" especially since Roy had just gone through a rather intense split. "We'll need some heavy artillery if we want to take on those guys. Thankfully, I have a big quiver. Or you know, we can see if she has a bigger armor somewhere." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Called it." Red Hood says dryly. "You can work on that. Those were Sentinels back there. Last thing we need is more of those in the damn city. Let me know what you need, I'll get it together for you." They may have to split up to handle different missions for a bit, but Red's going to have his best friend's back. 
}}

6689/Sentinels: Down by the Docks

2019-02-27T16:38:50Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/27 |Location=Bludhaven Docks |Synopsis=Red Hood and Galina investigate what was beyond the Crimson Dynamo facility. They run afoul of the F..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/27
|Location=Bludhaven Docks
|Synopsis=Red Hood and Galina investigate what was beyond the Crimson Dynamo facility. They run afoul of the FSB.
|Cast of Characters=68, 7630, 79
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The 'Haven's littered with failed housing projects; monuments to wrongheaded Federal programs. They're mostly filled with crackheads and runaways. 'The Spine' is Blüdhaven's Main Street - the city's 'sin central'. It draws the merchant seamen and foreign sailors from the piers. The Spine leads down to the docks, or what some call the asscrack of Bludhaven. Another one of those failed pork barrel programs, the Docks were supposed to be a beacon to welcome commerce to the city, instead, it's just another failed example of big spending go bad. So it's the perfect place for the Russians to have set up just to prove the failure of the captalist Americans. Or at least the FSB. Red Hood is frustrated. Sentinels were in his city. Sure, Sentinels are a threat to mutants. And he's no mutant. But it's bad for business. Next thing you know, they'll be making hunter killer robots for masks or some shit. Having left his motorcycle stashed in a safe location, the Hood makes his way along the rows of shipping containers. He remembers talking to the Crimson Dynamo's pilot. It was convienent the way she had shown up on the docks - she has to be nearby. Once he finds her? He's betting there's something else nearby. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     The Dynamo is a relic in many ways, it's logistical footprint alone is immense. It's why funding is always such a huge deal, why the Dynamo took this American job to begin with. All those spare parts, weapon packages, special oil, hydraulic fluid and so fourth? It takes up a lot of space, too much space to have ever hidden it away at the embassy. Hell the suit barely fits there at it is, but thats beside the point. It's why theres a warehouse down here, hiding in plain sight.     Under the cloak of night, Galina moves with admirable stealth considering the sort've high profile work she's best known for. Gravel crunching under boot as she stalks across a rooftop opposite the warehouse,stepping just close enough to the edge to peer over to watch the warehouse carefully. She's supposed to be in New York, her VDV buddies assured the FSB she didn't need a minder tonight. Told them she needed to blow off some steam, which isn't a complete lie. Watching for the guard rotation she knows is coming, because thats supposed to be her shit these guys are guarding. She's been inside the place a dozen times, so why can't she just stroll in there? Well, there have been irregularities and veiled threats.     So casually she tugs down the collar of her undersuit, and drives a hyperdermic home. Smashing that plunger, and waiting for a moment for the cocktail to hit her blood stream before she pulls the thing out. Muscles loosen, her nervous system ceases to be on fire for at least a short while and that driving migraine slips away. She hitches the needle into a pouch, and snags that bolt action with a huff. Can't verywell be using russian gear here, righto? 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "<<Betting you're not a diabetic.>>" The voice comes from the shadows above Galina. When she glances up, the dim light shines on the black and brown clad figure of Red Hood. And the fact that he already has a pistol out. The Russian isn't /bad/ but it could use some work. "Who was it that decided Sentinels to the Friends of Humanity was a good idea? FSB? Russian Armed Forces? Or was that the plan all along? Heard the Russians have had problems with the supply train - guessing a goodwill tour is a good way to sneak them in plain sight. And who better than a tired Russian sergeant whose already half robot to lead the way." And he waits in the shadows above her. The light in his lens are at a dull low, as he waits for his answers to the questions he asked as he glances towards the warehouse and then back to her. "Or should I just go find out for myself?" 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''      "I'm not in good shape, being a hero is a rough trade."Comes a tired, casual response. She hadn't expected this would all go unnoticed of course, but she'd hoped she'd have a little more time before things got chugging along. "FSB is my guess, expect they mean to blame it on me. Say it was rogue Dynamo ultra nationalist, likely had laugh over using a mutant lover like the Dynamo to sneak these things in." That T-slotted helmet finally swings over to Red hood, red light flaring to life before settling down to a soft glow. "I will allow you to come with me without complaint, as witness I have no part in these things. I will also request, you keep anything you see not related to FSB activity a strict secret."     That bolt action rifle is of course bullpup DTI that American intelligence is so fond of, no telling of course where she got it. Or the suppressed 1911 on her hip, or those American frags on her chest plate. It seems even she has some stashes of her own, or at least friends with cashola. "Is this agreement acceptable to you?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The Hood considers for a moment, and then the smirk is audible inside of his helmet. "Super hero team ups are usually Nightwing's thing." he says with a chuff of amusement. "And all the other Bats seem to have female sidekicks. So sure, why not. Just to give you a different name." "Like Red Tide or something. I'll work on it." He doesn't drop to the ground, though Galina's analysis will show that he's carrying much more than just that one pistol. When isn't he? Pulling back up to a standing position, he gestures with the pistol as he tucks it away. "After you." 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "I'm not quite as 'red' as I used to be, already have new name worked out."She steps up to the edge to take a knee, swinging that rifle up to her shoulder to take aim. "How does "Ultra-dynamo" sound to your American ears? "Air Strike" was supposed to be the successor to the Dynamo program as whole, but no money."Inhale, exhale. Then a careful pull of the trigger and, well it's fairly anticlimactic up on the roof. Hell when she fans the action open and shut again, theres more clatter.     A form on the warehouse roof shudders, as a 123 grains of "Sit the fuck down" are driven through the top of his skull. The warehouses's carefully concealed overwatch sniper has been removed from play. Casually, she polices up her empty brass before intoning softly over the wireless. <<Overwatch down, clear approach from the west. Expect there is another look out uptop on opposite side of roof, watch line of approach.>> 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Those are both terrible names." This from a man calling himself Red Hood. He'll think on it as he marks the first man down. She's going for kills. And that raises a certain feeling with the Hood. One he hasn't felt in a while. It'd feel really good right now. That sense of fear. Knowing that look in their eyes as their life drains out. Come on Jason. It'd be easy. Shaking off that quick sensation, he offers up a grunted. "How about Bloodlust." A warning, perhaps, as he quiets. Coming up behind guard two - his takedown is not as brutal - but equally effective. A quick punch to the kidney's to disable the man followed by a solid hit to the back of the skull to incapacitate him. Zipties and a gag truss up the guard as he glances towards the back of the building. <<That where they're keeping your extra parts?>> 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     <>Comes her only reply. She takes a long step off the building, and well it's not a super quiet touch down but she doesn't light that jet up or break the concrete at least. <<These men are not criminals, they are FSB animals. When an animal goes rabid, you do not arrest it.>>Casually strolling past the knocked out guards with a wince behind that helmet. Really, not one kill?     The containers in question are indeed already open, the parts in question? Well those are rocket pods, chain guns, miniguns, explosive line launchers, anti tank missiles, what looks like a cut down tank cannon, munitions and of course parts. From motivators to jet engines, chunks of pre-formed ERA applique, spare RPG chains, everything you need to keep the dynamo running. Theres also humanoid shape beneath a drop cloth over there, armor to be precise. Rifles, grenades, light machine guns, grenades, even a few spare undersuits. Oh and merch, ever wanted a Crimson dynamo T-shirt?     Behind that though, well they've attempted to sort of gate it off with barrels and crates, an attempt to make it look incidental. They've hidden it behind a pair of box trucks, but indeed sharp eyes will spot it. Connex boxes painted in dull grey, rather than the red/white/blue of the russian federation like the dynamo gear. <<Incidentally, do not touch venko generators with bare hands. Will dissolve flesh from bone.>> Important facts, yaknow? 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' <<Not all goons know they're goons.>> Hood pauses. Dammit, now he's even beginning to sound like the old man. Shaking off that momentary thought, his eyes scan over the gear, and he gives a low whistle. "Remind me to invite you to my next 4th of July bar-b-que." he comments dryly. The humanoid shapes are glanced at, but he's betting those are armor forms - other Dynamos in case Galina gets trashed in the original. Then he pauses. There's a glance towards the woman. <<They brought everything, didn't they?>> The question is a simple one - the understanding deeper - she's not going home, is she? There's a lift of his brow as the Red Hood jumps down towards the ground and starts towards the box trucks. <<Suppose this is better than a .22 to the base of the skull, huh.>> Lifting himself over the truck, he pauses. And the drops back down. The anger is evident in his posture as he turns to Galina. "How long did you know?" he asks her. When she looks herself, she'll see. Sure, the first two Sentinels? They may have been destroyed in Kingston Park. But in this secure area, behind these box trucks? There's a large assembly area. Familiar purple and grey forms are set up. Cranes and other construction equipment shows that they are working on assembling. Two Sentinels are already near completion, while in their own bays, another four are under construction. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     <>She clarifies, which is a small point but an important one. <<The Dynamo protects the people, not just the powerful. They are concerned that I will protect the people from them, which would be problematic.>> She follows along slowly, taking care to make sure they're alone here. If this goes sideways there can't be any FSB witnesses left, and that complicates this team up.     <>That masked woman with a colt commando? Yep.     <<It was not enough that they do this evil at home.>>She offers softly, dropping down to step into the assembly area. A trained eye giving the sentinels a slow careful study, she'll need to know the details so as to better destroy them in the future it seems. <> 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "I'd need someone better at this shit then me, lady." Red Hood admits. He's taking it all in with his cameras as he draws both pistols from their holsters. Much like the American cowboy, right? Dammit Barbie. Where are you when I could use you on this? Hopefully someplace warmer and nicer. She's earned it. Unknowingly, as the two walk, a small alert goes off in the Consulate office - one of them hit a pleasure plate inbetween the two trucks. The back of the warehouse opens, and several FSB men start to make their way in. They're armed, and apparently not looking to take prisoners tonight as they immediately open fire on Jason. A string of cusswords, half English, half Russian come out of the Hood's mouth as he fires back, running to take cover behind one of the Sentinel bases. More men show up on the catwalk. They aren't playing when it comes to security. Turning to glance at Galina, the Hood frowns. "Would now be a good time to suit up?" 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     She wasn't ready for this, she had -plans- to do this neat and tidy. Plans, of course are just lists of things that don't happen. She turns, loosing a round from that bolt gun before just dumping it. Even before the suggestion, she's sprinting across the warehouse floor. A lift jet fires, and she lifts in a gentle arc over those containers and out of the line of fire. Jason is on his own for the moment.<<Tak tochno!>>     From there it's all on automatic, honestly. She hits the ground in a slide, jerking that hidden ripcord to release her undersuit's armor panels. She rips off the drop cloth, and gets right to it. Tugging on gear she hasn't worn since the olden days, when all was good and right in the world. <<I'm going to need a hand getting this stuff out of here, without American police. You know anyone who can hide a few containers for a little while?>>     She ditches her undersuit helmet, pulling on the dynamo helmet with a happy little sigh. Even with the gunfire, even with the shouting and the distance? The moment those old venko generators are roused from their slumber, you can -feel- the charge build in the air. Softly thrumming in time with her heartbeat, as she flips on the loud speaker. "Urrrraaaa!" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' See, Roy knows how these events tend to play out, so whether Jason knew it or not, Arsenal was trailing him until he found a good vantage point in the warehouse rafters to lay down some heat when the time came. Until then, he kicks back in his full slightly armored regalia, quiver on his back and trucker hat on his head. But, when shit hits the fan faster than a Cowboys Football Fumble, Roy just sighs. He touches two fingers to his ear. "Well, that's like 5 minutes from the record. Need a hand?" he speaks softly as to not give away his position. Roy had an arrow drawn and ready to fire, his left eye closed as he just smirks, firing it at one of the gunmen, and the whistle of the red arrow is heard. The ultra-sharp tip hits one of the gunmen right in the head, hopefully drawing some fire to where the gunmen THINK his position is. Wait, is that guy's head....beeping? 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Sure, just let me call U-Haul and see what they have." Red Hood responds as he feels bullets panging off of the armored heel of the Sentinel he's taken cover behind. Sliding out from the side of it, he fires several shots in response, trying his best not to go for kill shots. Has to keep to the rules. Galina doesn't have that paticular problem, as she gets kitted up. When as the Mk 4 Crimson Dynamo powers up and wanders into the fray, Jason eyes go wide as the lumbering armor comes by. "Damn, nice. But we're still outnumbered like 10 to 1." Then Roy's arrow strikes home, and starts to beeping. "Make that 20 to 3." He's ducking down, before calling out to Roy. "Remember the Russian girl I told you about? Kind of hot, metallic arm you'd dig?" He points to the Dynamo. "She's inside. No shooting her, yeah!" One of the FSB men, realizing what happened reaches for his radio. <<Crimson Dynamo has gone rogue. We need the contingency!>> <<Contingency is deploying. Ten seconds.>> 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     That brilliant star emblazoned across her chest erupts for the first time in maybe, what ten years? It's glorious, right? The Dynamo comes surging out of the containers, ploughing into one FSB nut and driving him into the side of a truck hard enough to nearly cleave him in half. A half turn, thrusters sputter for a moment before firing and she rockets upwards. Rolling up over backwards to hit the catwalk ever so softly. She waits for a moment. Reaching a hand out to grasp that handrail before the entire catwalk erupts.     Electricity dances across the lattice work, ploughing through the FSB up there to the tune of a few million volts. Men erupt into flames, muscles contracting as they're flash cooked. "Come on you want to kill me, you hitlerite traitors? Well come on, I'm going to make you bleed for it!" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' "Oh shit, for real? Give her my number for me will ya!" Roy calls back to Jason, probably giving away his position in the process. "Just tell her to keep out of the blast zone!" then that beeping arrow lodged in that guy's head? It explodes as if it were a grenade, hopefully sending lethal shrapnel into at least three others, and making quite the explosion. Michael Bay would be proud. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Okay, if you two start trying to one up each other for kills, I'm going to feel like a total third wheel on this date." comes the rumbling response from Red Hood. He fires a couple of more shots to take down one of the guards, and he frowns. "What's that?" The Crimson Dynamo's alerts go crazy inside the suit. Something she's felt before - but not in a long time. Darkness seems to crawl and coalesce in the middle of the room. When it snaps and crackles, a portal opens, and standing there in the middle of the warehouse, is four familiar to Galina figures. First is a large green suit of armor. Titanium Man. Known enemy of Iron Man. Agent for hire. It'd make sense that the FSB would have him. The other three? Not a bit. The shapely blonde that teleported them there with a black bodysuit with white accents and a starburst pattern on her chest. A man in red and black armor remincient of Captain America's, with a double-headed eagle shield. And a gigantic bear. "Galina Nemirovsky!" comes Vanguard's announcement, "You are under arrest for treason and murder of Russian Federation officials. Surrender now, or be taken down by the WINTER GUARD!" "I vote take down!" Titanium Man doesn't even wait, as he rushes towards the armored women, looking to smash her in. Darkstar, the blonde, starts to fire concussive blasts of dark energy into the rafters to try to take down Roy - while Vanguard charges for Jason's position. Ursa Major, after a moment's thought, gets on all fours and charges the Dynamo as well. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     <<You two should leave, leave now and run as fast and as far as your legs will carry you. I will stay, there is no land beyond me for them.>>She cranks that suit way past it's redline, pushing armor that was out've date when new right to the limits immediately out of the gate. She ploughs through the catwalk hand rail, hitting hurtling foreward and rolling to the right to dodge the incoming Titanium man. He wasn't the one she was scared of, it was the power house who -used- to be her very best friend in the world. Dark Star.     The Dynamo half turns, shoulders opening up to spew rockets fourth in a wide pattern. These things were too old to have homing capabilities, but they should make for a fine distraction. "Traitors!"     She rolls forward as she cuts the thrusters, aiming to plough right into darkstar out of the gate. She needs to land some hate or this won't last very long at all. "Laynia knock it off! It's me you stupid bitch!" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' "Well, that's what you get for telling me about the hot Russian!" Roy grumbles back to Jason, before he looks up at the alerts, two arrows knocked into his bow. "Well, that's almost never a good sign." Then, they start crying out thingsl ike WINTER GUARD! and all the strongest Russian accents in the world. "Oh shit, are they gonna start twirling flags or-" OH SHIT. Titanium Man is on the move and Darkstar is aiming at him! Roy, showcasing his acrobatic skill, backflips off the rafters and mid-fall, fires those two arrows at Darkstar! hoping to take her down at the knees. Because energy manipulation is a bitch. He rolls once his feet touch the ground and he instantly moves for cover, already picking his arrows and strategizing how he wants to go about this. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I don't think you're new friends are going to let us stroll out of here." Jason remarks. Firing off several shots into Vanguard's shield as they bounce off, the Hood is leaping backwards, trying to keep himself some distance from the brawling and brawny mutant Hero of the Republic. Vanguard slams Jason against the side of the Sentinel, forcing one of the guns from his hand. "You should have listened to the traitor." he says dryly. "You are not going to leave this room free tonight." With Crimson Dynamo trying to slam into Darkstar, Laynia turns to her 'friend'. "I know who you are. I know you are a traitor. You came here to try to flee. To leave us behind. We will not allow it!" Dark enegery tendrirls rip from her when she shoves the Dynamo back. Which was a setup. Titanium Man grabs one arm of the Dynamo while Ursa Major grabs the other. They both pull back hard, causing the armor to pop and creak along it's shoulder joins - the pair of them looking to literally rip the armor apart limb by limb. This is bad. He knows it's bad. Red Hood pushes his feet against Vanguard's shield, shoving him back as he drops to the ground. Rolling backwards, Jason pushes himself to his feet. Roy's arrows slam into Darkstar, shoving her backwards, but they did not get through the black matter that surrounds the young woman. Lifting her hand, she starts to crush the metallic catwalk in around Roy, looking to trap him within it. "Americans and their toys." she says with a small sneer. "Roy! Get the hell outta here!" He's seen his best friend captured before - and he doesn't want to have him turned over to the tender mercies of the Russians. "I'll be along as soon as I can!" He's going to do the dumb, isn't he? Probably. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "Fuck you!"Comes the immediate retort as the duo scoop up her arms. Generators running hot as she tries desperately to muscle through it, but she doesn't have the juice to both pull back and shock at the same time. "I'm gonna chew the eyes out've yer faces and skull fuck you chuckle fucks!"She does the crazier thing, well no the craziest thing. The thing Bukharin never would have done, she lights that lift jet and firewalls it. Legs kicking frantically to get the whole trio airborn if only for a moment, just long enough to get her arms free.     Shoulder joints groan and pop, paint flecks bursting free. She doesn't have that aux-port in this suit, her undersuit has no juice to cool her. She was running hot before she lit those jet boots up, but now she's cooking. Interior warning droning on about coolant temp, about her heart rate, about primary drive pressure, about everything really. "UUURRRAAAA!" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' "I'm not sure if insulting them further is the best idea, Russian Iron Man!" Roy calls out to Galina, before Red is telling him to make like a Catholic and start Roman in a direction far away from here, Roy just looks at his best friend and shrugs. "Oh come the hell on, we can take 'em!" Though he does sigh. "Fine, fine!" Roy draws a flash bang arrow and fires it directly at Darkstar's chest! hoping that it will explode on contact or in her vicinity...he let that bad boy heat up. But only then does he attempt to make his escape, a grappling hook arrow firing into the rafters so he could swing out of that shit show! Hopefully, the flash bang might be able to help out Galina as well, but he's not counting on it. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' While the jetwash is enough to get Ursa Major free, Titanium Man's own jet boots power on, wrenching hard at the Crimson Dynamo's arm, looking to rip the whole thing off and away from the rest of the suit. Darkstar is struck by that flash bang and the violent light causes her to cry out as she's knocked away from the others. "Darkstar!" Vanguard calls out to his sister as she's struck, and the man turns towards Roy as he's fleeing. "You will not escape." he intones, preparing to throw the shield at Arsenal when Jason suddenly leaps at him, side-tackling the mutant shield carrier. "No you don't!" he calls out as he slams into the side of the man. For his troubles, he gets a shield to the back of the helmet, slamming Jason to the ground with a grunt. Getting back to her feet, Darkstar turns to her former friend, and dark tendrils reach out, wrapping around the Dynamo's legs. "You will not escape!" And she swings the armor hard, looking to slam it into several shipping containers and collapse them on both armors! 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     Titanium man always was a few screws loose, and nowhere near as clever as he thought he was. The Dynamo turns her full attention to a foe every single Crimson Dynamo before her has loathed, and on a basic emotional level? She'll take whatever comes, for just these few moments one on one. She rolls in flight, coming face to face for a moment before that free hand grabs the collar of his armor and -CRASH- she smashes that helmet into his with raw animal ferocity. Ever wonder why the dynamo helmets have that reinforced ridge along the top? She smashes it in over and over again, she's already had two traumatic brain injuries whats another right?     Then that right arm comes back, and she diverts full suit power. It's enough juice to flash cook the skin of her right arm, and then she swings. The arc flash before that thing connects with his chest is enough to scramble electronics for blocks. The blow itself is no less impressive mind, but she's not going for a disabling blow here. No she'd be happy to put her armored fist right through the guy. She reaches back for another, and then those shipping containers come crashing down and the pair go to the floor.     Her HUD is now flashing just about every single warning it has, her left arm venkos are crushed. Her right arm at thirty percent, battery power at eight percent, not a single subsystem is operating normally and suit temps are rising well above a hundred fourty degrees. Still, she stirs. She should be out of this fight, she could give up now with no shame.     Slowly the Crimson Dynamo rises from the pile, It's lost the left shoulder guard entirely. Her right leg might've been crushed if it wasn't already prosthetic, helmet dented and covered in green paint. Waves of heat rising as she limps foreward. Fingertips in that right hand arcing with electricity. "Come on! Finish it you cowards, That the best you fucking got?" 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' aaaand SAFE! THe assist goes to number 2, Jason Todd, the 34th one of his professional career. Roy gives a nod of thanks to Jason before he draws another arrow. Roy's eyes widen. There's a red punching glove on it. "Oh my god. We meet again. Don't fail me now!" and he fires that arrow off of one of the walls, using his interesting angle to allow the arrow to narrowly glide off the wall, causing a sharp turn of direction, hopefully greeting vanguard in the face with a 'WHACK' because nobody hits the best friend and gets away with it. Except Roy of course. for Darkstar, he grabs a tazer arrow and fires at her direction as well, and it should be noted that Roy has not stopped moving. "Hey! pick on someone your own size!" Roy that was stupid. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Titanium Man gives a string of curses as he's slammed against, headbutted, and ultimately, that massive blasts through his chest armor sends him crashing into another cargo container, causing it to collapse in around him, several car alarms going off from the vehicles that yet to be removed from them. "There is no hero's death for you! Hold her!" Vanguard commands, as Darkstar reaches out with her powers to try to restrain the Dynamo in her grip. Then the boxing glove arrow comes flying in, smacking Darkstar right in her pretty face. How dare you hit a girl, Roy Harper?! Dynamo breaks free from the black tendrils, but before she can advance, the return of Ursa Major happens as he grapples Galina from behind. "Nyet!" he growls, the massive man bear lifting the suit off the ground and twisting, suplexing the Dynamo head first into the concrete dock. As he pulls back, Vanguard jumps over the bear as it crouches and the Mutant Hero of the Russian Federation slams his shield into a vulnerable point on the undercarriage of the armor, looking to sever the power source from the suit. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     That suplex hits HARD, and theres that terrible sort've wheezing suck of somone who's autonomic system just got it's god damned bell rung. Writhing on the pavement, boots kicking until that shield comes down with a pop and a fizzle. The Dynamo stills for a moment, before coughing. "Idi na Khui, Yebanaya pizda!"Hey she's not dead, hooray everyone!     She lifts a now unpowered arm up clumsily, pawing at that helmet for a moment before she can get it off and hurl it lamely towards the vanguard. "Fuck you Nikolai, fuck you!"Her skin is bright almost salmon, cooked. Nose broken badly, lips swollen, one eye swollen shut and face covered with blood. Still she tries to get back into the fight. Can't say she lacks heart, right? "I don't know what madness this is, but I swear to god I'm gonna kill you real fucking slow. I'm gonna make that shit last you fucking pig!" 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "You are done." Nikolai intones. He doesn't even need to fight her. Instead, it's Ursa Major. Dear Ursa Major, the one she was so worried about. The one that was taken away and locked up. His massive paws grab the edges of the suit and rip it apart as he reaches for the woman within. In all of this, Jason has been surrounded by FSB goon squads that have their rifles trained on him as he starts to struggle to get up. "..guess asking if anyone wants some borscht is out of the question?" he asks, as his lifts his hands to put them behind his head. 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' To be fair, it certainly would not be the first time that Roy has hit a woman. Okay, the first time was CHeshire, because she tried to assassinate him okay?! yeesh. But Roy gives smirk as he whallops Darkstar in the face with the punching glove arrow! but then, he sees the FSB starting to surround the place and the Winter Guard having neutralized Crimson Dynamo, Roy is back to back with Red. "Well...maybe vodka might help." but he just puts his bow in rest, lifting his hands up. "Any ideas?" Smoke bombs? 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     She's covered in cuts and bruises, that death rattle in her chest is likely a broken rib puncturing her lung. Not the first time. When that right armor comes free, well from the shoulder to the tips of her fingers that undersuit had cooked and fused. It peels that skin right out, Ever wondered what cooked human flesh smells like? Now you do. Maybe it's the drugs, maybe she's just tough but she doesn't cry out. Just sucks in a stumbling gasp, boots kicking lamely for a second before she goes slack. Drifting off as, well shock probably?     "God Mikhail, Laynia. I looked, I looked everywhere. I promise I tried, I'm so sorry."She rolls her head back, as the adrenaline dump finally ebbs and....she slumps into a pile.     The Crimson Dynamo, the protector of the prolitariat has fallen. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "We're going to have to come back later for your girlfriend." Jason rumbles, "On my mark." he states, and then as the FSB agents reach to pull his arms behind him, the bat-symbol on the Red Hood's chest plate glows, before firing off a massive electrical charge that goes through the agents that are surrounding them. That would be the 'mark'. The smoke bombs are dropped as the Red Hood grabs his grapple gun and fires it into the girders to escape with Arsenal. They will be back. Soon. Laynia looks over to Mikhail, and then Galina, and she frowns, reaching up to rub her cheek. "...do we.. do we know her, brother?" she asks. "She is an enemy of the State. She will be returned to stand trial for her crimes." Nikolai starts to respond, when someone steps out of his car. "No." says the Consulant-General as he lights a cigarette. "She remains here. Our men will return her to the Consulate. You will return home." "But.." "There are no buts. You have your orders." Darkstar looks towards the woman on the ground one last time, sadness touching her eyes - but she doesn't know why as they go to recover Titanium Man, and she transports them back to Russia. "We will need to work fast. Surely the American Press will want answers. And we will give them to them." The Consulate-General glances towards the crumpled Galina. "You will be no hero. But a scapegoat, you shall be." He drops the cigarette and crushes under a fine leather shoe as the FSB guards take up the Russian woman to drag her off. 

:'''{{#var:79|Arsenal (79)}} has posed:''' "On it." Just for good measure, as soon as the electric charge is given, Roy also throws some smokebombs on the ground to give them the best smoke coverage, firing a grappling hook arrow into the rafters to make his escape with Red Hood. Much like Schwarzeneggar, they will be back. "So, that could've gone better." Roy says as they flee. "and she is so not my girlfriend!" especially since Roy had just gone through a rather intense split. "We'll need some heavy artillery if we want to take on those guys. Thankfully, I have a big quiver. Or you know, we can see if she has a bigger armor somewhere." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Called it." Red Hood says dryly. "You can work on that. Those were Sentinels back there. Last thing we need is more of those in the damn city. Let me know what you need, I'll get it together for you." They may have to split up to handle different missions for a bit, but Red's going to have his best friend's back. 
}}

6645/Why is it Easier to Communicate in Masks

2019-02-24T16:42:19Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/24 |Location=Crime Alley |Synopsis=Red Hood crosses path with Robin and Batwoman. They share information on the goings on around Gotham bef..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/24
|Location=Crime Alley
|Synopsis=Red Hood crosses path with Robin and Batwoman. They share information on the goings on around Gotham before heading their separate ways.
|Cast of Characters=68, 973, 193
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Crime Alley is a crossing point for patrols that the various Bats make around the city. After being down for a few days due to injury, Red Hood has returned to the footwork. Moving from rooftop to rooftop, the hooded vigilante is near the end of his patrol route. Landing on an overlook of the Park Row Theatre, he waits. The news has gotten out around the city of the Sentinel attack in Kingston Park - and with the increased police presence because of it, most of the city has been actually - sort of quite for the evening. Perhaps it is fear that there are more of the giant metal monstrosities about. "Not even a mugging in process." he grunts, perhaps in frustration. 

:'''{{#var:973|Robin (973)}} has posed:'''      "For a 'hell hole' it has been extremely quiet. Must be the aftermath of the Sentinels." Damian calls in on the batcomms. Though Robin was close, dropping by Crime Alley, and with a fast grapple, landing in the rooftops across the theatre as well. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     Kate's presence is difficult to discern. Even one of the Bat-family- two of which are present- would have to be a little on edge to have heard her coming. To be fair, moments where anyone in that group of people are not riding tight are excessively, if not exceedingly rare. It comes from having your erstwhile mentor, patron, boss, technically-dad, literally-dad, and so on constantly sneaking up on you at all hours of the night, day, and somehow in-between.     The speech, though, doesn't come over the comms. Kate probably is a little closer than either Damian or Jason are comfortable with her being before they know she's there- but that's just to be expected, and she's certainly not within arm's reach when she speaks up. "You almost sound disappointed." she remarks, to Jason, taking her own survey not of the streets, but of the other rooftops surrounding them. Three of their kind on a rooftop is almost an invitation for some group of more aware than normal thugs to just drop out of nowhere. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Don't know if they're more scared of the Sentinels or if Magneto is going to come back and wrap the whole damn place into one big ball of tin-foil and throw it out." comes Jason's response as he straightens up when Damian arounds. "Gotten used to trying to get the drop on me. Must be my birthday. Or Christmas." There's a slight smirk beneath the helmet. "Showed up in the aftermath." he starts to say, when Kate suddenly speaks up. "Sonuva - someone should put a bell on you." he remarks to Kate, shaking off his thought to get back on tasks. "..either one of you run into any ninjas that have been working the east end of the city? Gray pajamas, purple accent. Most of them are strip-mall-dime-store types, but apparently they've got some upper tiers running with them. Go by the Foot." 

:'''{{#var:973|Robin (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian popped open a cache of water, little places around the city where a Bat can get untampered water. It was part of the support network Batman had in place to keep on Patrol as long as possible without returning to a cave.   Robin pulled out a bottle and started drinking. "No, I have not. But I doubt they can stand up against a League assassin." Damian looked to Batwoman, someone he had only seen once before on the computer feeds. "I thought you'd be taller." He comments idly, drinking more. 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     There's a pause, as Kate considers Jason's statement. "I haven't run into ninjas matching -that- description." Truth be told, they've all likely run into a lot of different types of ninjas, both self-described and otherwise. "Did hear a little about something like that, though. One of the independents in Gotham tussled with some people matching that description, and some metahumans that were with them. Ask the computer and see if you can meet up with them. Might get some answers."     Her attention shifts to Damian, as he drinks, and her deadpan delivers a single word- "Likewise." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Did you forget you're not the only one with that training, pup?" Jason rumbles, "The rabble was the easy part. There's someone that's leading them though. Don't know if she's their leader, but she's well trained in the arts. And I don't mean fingerpainting and play-doh, like you." he responds to Damian, holding out a hand for a bottle of water. "Been getting reports from my contacts that they've taken out the Tigers - and nearly took out Sal Maroni." The name should be familiar to them both as an older mobster - a rarity when it comes to Gotham and it's mob bosses. "Don't worry, he'll get taller when he hits puberty." comes Jason's quip, before he nods. "Just something to keep an eye out for." He looks between the two, amusement beneath the helmet coming out in a little chuff. "There was a hit in the chaos of the Sentinel attack earlier tonight. Professional. Single shot. Saw the police and coroner clearing out the body in the aftermath." 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     Kate nods along with Jason's rundown, eyeing the two of them as they bicker. She remains quiet until Jason is done, but she does address the nature of Jason's alert. "That's what I was talking about. Apparently that commander was there. Might be some insight- or some backup. Either way, I'm going to keep an eye out for them. If I take any in, I'll be sure to give you a call."     Raising a brow after that, Kate turns a little, having been somewhat sidelong to the two until then. "Do you have a line on the victim, or the shooter?" She's not asking for an identity, but if there's any evidence that Jason can offer, she'll take it. Two sets of eyes and ears, after all, are better than one. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Unlike tall, dark, and broody, I can't just show up down there and start asking questions. Something about my charming personality just sets them off." Jason comments dryly. The GCPD is just as likely to try to take him in than try to give him any information. "I sent the info to Oracle, she hasn't responded yet - but I figrued someone with closer police ties might be able to find out more. Maybe start with video from the event - see if you can glean anything." Is Jason giving Kate a mission? Maybe. He has this way of just doing that every now and again. "I'm going to try to follow up on where the Friends of Humanity got their hands on a pair of Mk Is that were supposed to be rusting away in a scrap yard in Russia." 

:'''{{#var:193|Kate Kane (193)}} has posed:'''     They're giving each other missions, to some degree. It's more along the lines of 'this isn't my investigation, here's what I know' for each of them. Batwoman has given the Hood an avenue for the Foot. He's giving her something to go on for the assassination.     Nodding along, she takes that information in and pulls a grapnel from her belt. "You do that. Let me know how it goes." Then, with a light pop, she launches the grapnel onto a higher roof- and with a few moments' wait, she'll be gone, into the night. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' As he watches Kate leave, Jason's eyes trail her until she disappears. "I prefer the original redhead bat." he rumbles, before he takes out his own grapple gun. Firing it off, he moves towards where he stashed his cycle to get back home. He's still recovering from his battle with Karai and needs a little more time to heal. 
}}

6619/Nurse Kitty On Call

2019-02-23T17:09:38Z

IceeBear:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/22
|Location=Gotham - Chelsea - Brownstone
|Synopsis=After the events of [https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=6601/City_Fall:_Enter_Karai Enter Karai] Kitty arrives at Jason's apartment to find him injured.
|Cast of Characters=68, 296
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' After dropping off Kitty last night at Harry's, Jason had made his way back to Gotham - he had a patrol to do before he could schedule his romantic rendevous with the counselor up in a romantic little bed and breakfast in Salem Center. That is until he ended up at Madori's Restaurant and his battle with Karai. Falling from a rooftop, Jason was able to crawl away and make it back to his cycle. Sending a short message to Kitty from his bike after he was sure he was clear, he types out: JTodd: Hey babe. Going to have to postpone. Had an intruder tonight. Got the drop on me. Raincheck? He's trying not to concern her as his bike arrives at the brownstone and after he pulls into the garage, and reaches for a different number. After a couple of rings, there's an answer. 'Wayne Manor, Alfred speaking.' 'Alfred, it's me.' 'Master Todd? Has something happened?' 'Yeah, something happened. Let Bruce know there's a new player in town - get Stephanie to cover West Chelsea, I may be a day.' 'Do you require anything else, Master Todd?' 'No.' He pauses. It would be easy to get to the Batcave to seek treatment, 'I got it covered. Just a flesh wound.' After stripping and stashing his armor, Jason crawled into the shower - through the bedroom that was still lingering with the soft smell of Kitty's perfume from her time over. He leans against the back wall, memories of the night before in his head. Just a few minutes. Just close my eyes for a few minutes, and it'll be fine. Slumping down against the wall so that he's sitting on the tile of the shower closet, as naked as a jaybird, he slumps forward and passes out, the blood loss catching up to him in the moment. It's a pleasant dream - Kitty's waiting for him in a field of Russian flowers - and they're suddenly in the Chamber of All. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty's text messages back, full of worry, go unanswered. Enough of that she knows she'll sense her worry, and would reply if he were seeing them. So why isn't he seeing them!? The trip to Gotham was accomplished with the aid of a friend. A far faster trip than the motorcycle could have made it. It also meant Kitty had to stand outside, dancing back and forth from one foot to the other anxiously as she knows she can't just pop in. Not in such record time. But he could be hurt. Kitty stealthily goes about peeking in windows, trying to spot Jason. But she spots blood on the front stoop. Now she's really worried. She goes up to the roof and then begins peeking down through the ceiling, hoping an inch or two of her face looking down from above won't be noticed. And so it is that she finds him, lying in the shower. The water on his wounds keeping the blood flowing. "No, Jason!" she exclaims, phasing the rest of the way through the ceiling. Landing herself outside the shower because of the water, and then pushing the shower open and leaning down to cradle him for a moment. Blood smearing her clothes. Not caring. "Jason, what... why aren't you at the ER," she says. She hurriedly turns off the water and picks him up, though it takes effort. She carries him out into the bedroom, setting him down on the floor and then rushing back to the bathroom. Rifling through his medicine cabinets. Wow. Does this guy keep a lot of bandages and medical care. She finds what she needs though, quickly returning to begin pressing bandages to still open wounds. Stemming the blood loss first. Then beginning to take inventory of his wounds. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The water of the shower is cold. The hot water ran out some time ago. When she lifts him, the most obvious wound is the one to his side. Small and circular, most people would think it a bullet wound - an eye with experience will know the puncture wound of a sai. His left arm is heavily bruised and battered. The blood that was in his mouth has long since been washed away. The back of his left leg has a cutting wound across the bottom of it. Not enough to cut the muscle, but enough to make it bleed. It's the second worst wound after the one in his side. He's not able to answer at the moment, being unconscious and all. What she finds is advanced items - things that aren't exactly normal inventory for someone. Instead of aspirin and cough medicine, there's blood clotting hemostats. Bandages that have small zipties that are built into them to pull both sides of a wound closed. It's pretty advanced, cutting edge stuff - the same type of stuff that the school probably has on hand in the X-Base part of it. Jason gives a soft chuff of breath - still clearly out of it. And he murmurs, "...commune with the darkness, accept the darkness..." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde goes to work, and if her hands fumble and shake a little bit, it has more to do with the fact it is Jason in this situation than for lack of medical training. Still, she mutters to herself. Things like, "Could use... Jean or Hank.... paid better attention..." Kitty puts clotting agent on the worst wound and then focuses on the back of his leg. "I think the muscle's ok. I hope so," she says. Kitty uses a ziptie bandage on it, then checks his shoulder. "You should have gone to the ER. Why didn't you? Stubborn, stubborn man," she groans. Part of her wonders if there is a reason he didn't go. For mutants, they might not get treated. No, don't be silly Kitty. He's not a mutant. She reaches her hand into his body at the sai wound. Concentrating closely. Different matter she phases through feels different. Feeling for anything different than flesh. Any signs of metal. Finally she pulls her hand back, feeling more sure that she can close up the wound. "Assuming it didn't get an artery. But it seems to have stopped bleeding, the clotting stuff wouldn't have managed that," she tells herself. Antibiotics go overtop the wound, both of them, then she bandages it. "Stubborn, stubborn man," she grumbles to herself. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' She has no idea how stubborn that Jason really is. The wounds are easy enough to close - while bad - they are clean. Efficent. This wasn't done by some random hoodlum. There's training there. Just as there was training that Jason was able to twist his body just enough to not take a more damaging hit. The body armor helped as well. The wounds to his shoulder look like they were caused by a blunt item. There's no broken bones to be found, but he's got some deep tissue bruises that will take a little time to heal. As she works on him, there's a buzzing of Jason's phone that comes from his pocket in the pile of his clothes on the floor. -bzzt bzzt- 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty goes to work on the shoulder then. Little she can do but bandage it, and ice it down later. Kitty makes a last pass over him, making sure the shower and her own ministrations have cleaned off all the blood. Then going over his naked body carefully, checking for any wounds she's missed. The phone buzzes, and Kitty hesitates about picking up the phone. But given his situation, who knows who else may be trying to get in touch with him about what happened? She reaches over to dig in his pocket and check the phone. Not able to unlock it, but if it pops up the message on the screen like so many, she'll at least have an idea if it's urgent. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The phone comes up. And it's locked, of course. It's a message from A Pennyworth: I have not heard from you, Master Jason, since your last message. I do hope you are well. Kitty's managed to catch all of the wounds that he's carrying on him at the moment. And hey, she did want to get him naked at some point this weekend. Probably just not like this. While his flesh is pale, he seems to be getting his color back by degrees now that the injuries have been tended to and blood flow have been resumed inside the body, not out of it. Hopefully Kitty brought a change of clothes. It may be a long night before he wakes back up. In fact, it's several hours. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, there's a soft groan that comes from him as he starts to struggle. A nightmare. The clutching of his fists, the movements of his body - he's having a full-fledged nightmare. His body jerks and moves - muscle memory. Each stroke of the crowbar against him is reacted to before he sits straight up in the bed with a start, "No!" he gasps, trying to catch his breath. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty covered the bed with extra blankets in case the wounds open up, and then oofed as she moved him over to the bed. She didn't bring extra clothes unfortunately having literally flown over as fast as she could and without really thinking of what she might need. She makes do with some of his clothing, and settles in beside Jason. Resting with her head on a pillow rather than his shoulder, not wanting to put any strain on his body. Just softly brushing her fingers over his chest until she too, dozes. She comes awake as she feels him moving. Kitty watches him tense but there isn't much she can do but softly caress his chest, trying to soothe him. It doesn't seem to be working. She's about to wake Jason when he finally sits up. Kitty sits up as well, moving a hand to try to restrain him, not wanting him to reopen his wounds. "It's ok. Jason, you're safe. It's Kitty. You're safe at home," she tells him, moving over in front of him so he can see her face. "You're safe." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Struggling awake, Jason finds himself in his girlfriend's arms, under his own roof. Not in a warehouse in the Middle East with his mother as a bomb's about to go off. "Kitty." he breathes, managing to catch his breath, wide blue eyes turning to meet hers. "When? How?" he's confused. How long has he been out? How did she get in the house? Did he forget to lock the door? He was pretty out of it when he crawled into the house. Reaching up to caress her face, he has to remind himself this isn't a dream. This is real. She's here. He's not hallucinating. He's not being beaten to death. It's fine. Commune with the darkness. Accept the darkness. His hands settle on her shoulders as he looks into her eyes as he draws in several breaths. "Kitty." he reminds himself. He's safe. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde nods her head as she bites her lip. The brunette's hair is a bit mussy, as if it got wet and just tried without being brushes. Plus was slept on. But her face is as warm as every as she holds Jason in her arms. "You're ok. You're at home," she tells him softly. "You didn't answer after saying someone got the drop on you," Kitty says. "And I got worried and didn't know anyone else out here. I didn't have Damian's number," she says. Ok, she didn't think of calling him. She only thought of how fast one of her friends could fly or teleport her to Gotham. "So I came out. And there was blood on the front stoop and... well, you were passed out in the shower. You lost a lot of blood I think. But I bandaged your wounds," Kitty tells him, softly brushing her hand over his chest. "Now lie back down, so you don't reopen your wounds. I'll get you some water. And some food, you should eat something to help you replace the blood you lost," she says gently. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Yes, mom." Jason gently teases as Kitty is able to coax him into laying back on the bed. His hand catches hers before she rises though. His eyes meet hers, and those words are right there, on the tip of his tongue. If he knew of the true effort she made - what she did. His eyes study over hers, and the features of that etheral beauty of her face. "Thank you." he says quietly, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles lightly. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde is back in one of his shirts, he might notice, hanging unbuttoned though she has her undergarments beneath it. "You're welcome," Kitty tells him, her eyes saying so many things that her lips do not right now. She leans down and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. "Sleep if you can, I'll be back with water and juice and whatever else I can find," she tells him. Kitty starts to walk off, and then remembers. "Someone else was worried about you, might want to let them know you're ok," she says, moving over to get his food and bring it over to him. She touches his hand softly, smiling to Jason and then heading downstairs. She probably already knows what to feed someone to help them replenish lost blood, but googles it just the same. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Sleep? When the hottest girl I ever known is here? Perish the thought." Jason offers with a gentle tease as she gets up to leave. When she heads downstairs - she'll find that his pantry is pretty bare. He does indeed live out of the fast food bag most of the time. He lives alone, he doesn't have reason to cook often. Upstairs, Jason leans back in the bed and closes his eyes before reaching for his phone. As he opens his eyes, he glances at the message and groans softly. Unlocking it with a finger swipe, he types a message. I'm fine Alfred. Just a little battered. I see. Should I inform Master Bruce of your status? You can tell him what you want. I'm fine. Very well Master Jason. "Ugh. Whoever taught him to text needs to take away his phone." Jason mutters as he folds his hands over his chest. Downstairs, Kitty may realize she may need to order groceries. Or pizza. Or something. Most of his meals are quick, on the go things. It seems he used up what was left of his supply of meat and eggs the last time Kitty visited. And don't smell the milk. The date on it is at least two weeks ago. Typical male. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde looks through the kitchen, grumbling softly at the lack of choices. She does the best that she can. Water of course. A bit of cheese. Some summer sausage that has a week left at least. A box of Ritz. Kitty can't help but grin at the memory of saying she'd forgo a Ritz addiction to avoid getting kicked out of his bed for eating crackers. How fitting. So it's cheese, sausage and crackers for a post-battle snack. And water. She'll have to run to the store as soon as he's asleep again. Kitty puts the food on a plate and takes it back up to his bedroom. "Not a lot to choose from, but this might hit the spot," she tells him, sitting on the bed with Jason and putting the plate there on the nightstand. She gives him the glass to drink some water. "I'm going to run to the grocery store to get a few things for you. Is there anything in particular you'd like me to pick you up?" Kitty asks as she moves over to hands and knees, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Jason's lips. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "A meal fit for a king." Jason says, a smile coming to his lips as he watches her return to the bedroom. With her setting down the plate on the nightstand, he starts to say more, when he feels the press of her lips to his. Whatever else he was going to quip or offer is lost as he finds his hands on her sides and returning her kiss. When she pulls back, he looks up into her eyes. "Not yet?" he asks her finally. "I don't want you to go just yet." the admission is made as he looks her over again, considering the beautiful young woman. "The best pick me up and medicine I can have at the moment is you in my arms." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde crawls forward on the bed then, moving around to the side that wasn't hit by the sai. "I don't know if your arms can make it around me," she says, eyeing Jason's injuries, but the tone is playful. She does indeed move into his arms, being careful to sit so he can hold her while lying back relaxed, and not have Kitty on any of his wounds. "I hope you don't mind that I rushed over. Just... I figured worst case you were at the emergency room and they took your phone and I'd just have to sit out here and wait for awhile," Kitty says. She softly brushes her hand back and forth over Jason's chest. She hasn't asked him anything about what happened yet. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Not quite next of kin yet." Jason says, a soft chuckle in his voice as she settles in against him. "I don't have a TV in my room." comes the response as he gets his arms around her as best as he can. He may be sore and stiff, but he gives it a good go. Especially when he feels that light touch on his chest. No, she hasn't asked him yet. He's not volunteering up the information. Instead, there's a smile. One of promise. And much more as he reaches over her, whispering. "How ever will we entertain ourselves?" he asks, turning off the light. 
}}

6619/Nurse Kitty On Call

2019-02-23T17:07:53Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/22 |Location=Gotham - Chelsea - Brownstone |Synopsis=After the events of https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=6601/City_Fall:..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/22
|Location=Gotham - Chelsea - Brownstone
|Synopsis=After the events of [[https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=6601/City_Fall:_Enter_Karai|Enter Karai]] Kitty arrives at Jason's apartment to find him injured.
|Cast of Characters=68, 296
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' After dropping off Kitty last night at Harry's, Jason had made his way back to Gotham - he had a patrol to do before he could schedule his romantic rendevous with the counselor up in a romantic little bed and breakfast in Salem Center. That is until he ended up at Madori's Restaurant and his battle with Karai. Falling from a rooftop, Jason was able to crawl away and make it back to his cycle. Sending a short message to Kitty from his bike after he was sure he was clear, he types out: JTodd: Hey babe. Going to have to postpone. Had an intruder tonight. Got the drop on me. Raincheck? He's trying not to concern her as his bike arrives at the brownstone and after he pulls into the garage, and reaches for a different number. After a couple of rings, there's an answer. 'Wayne Manor, Alfred speaking.' 'Alfred, it's me.' 'Master Todd? Has something happened?' 'Yeah, something happened. Let Bruce know there's a new player in town - get Stephanie to cover West Chelsea, I may be a day.' 'Do you require anything else, Master Todd?' 'No.' He pauses. It would be easy to get to the Batcave to seek treatment, 'I got it covered. Just a flesh wound.' After stripping and stashing his armor, Jason crawled into the shower - through the bedroom that was still lingering with the soft smell of Kitty's perfume from her time over. He leans against the back wall, memories of the night before in his head. Just a few minutes. Just close my eyes for a few minutes, and it'll be fine. Slumping down against the wall so that he's sitting on the tile of the shower closet, as naked as a jaybird, he slumps forward and passes out, the blood loss catching up to him in the moment. It's a pleasant dream - Kitty's waiting for him in a field of Russian flowers - and they're suddenly in the Chamber of All. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty's text messages back, full of worry, go unanswered. Enough of that she knows she'll sense her worry, and would reply if he were seeing them. So why isn't he seeing them!? The trip to Gotham was accomplished with the aid of a friend. A far faster trip than the motorcycle could have made it. It also meant Kitty had to stand outside, dancing back and forth from one foot to the other anxiously as she knows she can't just pop in. Not in such record time. But he could be hurt. Kitty stealthily goes about peeking in windows, trying to spot Jason. But she spots blood on the front stoop. Now she's really worried. She goes up to the roof and then begins peeking down through the ceiling, hoping an inch or two of her face looking down from above won't be noticed. And so it is that she finds him, lying in the shower. The water on his wounds keeping the blood flowing. "No, Jason!" she exclaims, phasing the rest of the way through the ceiling. Landing herself outside the shower because of the water, and then pushing the shower open and leaning down to cradle him for a moment. Blood smearing her clothes. Not caring. "Jason, what... why aren't you at the ER," she says. She hurriedly turns off the water and picks him up, though it takes effort. She carries him out into the bedroom, setting him down on the floor and then rushing back to the bathroom. Rifling through his medicine cabinets. Wow. Does this guy keep a lot of bandages and medical care. She finds what she needs though, quickly returning to begin pressing bandages to still open wounds. Stemming the blood loss first. Then beginning to take inventory of his wounds. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The water of the shower is cold. The hot water ran out some time ago. When she lifts him, the most obvious wound is the one to his side. Small and circular, most people would think it a bullet wound - an eye with experience will know the puncture wound of a sai. His left arm is heavily bruised and battered. The blood that was in his mouth has long since been washed away. The back of his left leg has a cutting wound across the bottom of it. Not enough to cut the muscle, but enough to make it bleed. It's the second worst wound after the one in his side. He's not able to answer at the moment, being unconscious and all. What she finds is advanced items - things that aren't exactly normal inventory for someone. Instead of aspirin and cough medicine, there's blood clotting hemostats. Bandages that have small zipties that are built into them to pull both sides of a wound closed. It's pretty advanced, cutting edge stuff - the same type of stuff that the school probably has on hand in the X-Base part of it. Jason gives a soft chuff of breath - still clearly out of it. And he murmurs, "...commune with the darkness, accept the darkness..." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde goes to work, and if her hands fumble and shake a little bit, it has more to do with the fact it is Jason in this situation than for lack of medical training. Still, she mutters to herself. Things like, "Could use... Jean or Hank.... paid better attention..." Kitty puts clotting agent on the worst wound and then focuses on the back of his leg. "I think the muscle's ok. I hope so," she says. Kitty uses a ziptie bandage on it, then checks his shoulder. "You should have gone to the ER. Why didn't you? Stubborn, stubborn man," she groans. Part of her wonders if there is a reason he didn't go. For mutants, they might not get treated. No, don't be silly Kitty. He's not a mutant. She reaches her hand into his body at the sai wound. Concentrating closely. Different matter she phases through feels different. Feeling for anything different than flesh. Any signs of metal. Finally she pulls her hand back, feeling more sure that she can close up the wound. "Assuming it didn't get an artery. But it seems to have stopped bleeding, the clotting stuff wouldn't have managed that," she tells herself. Antibiotics go overtop the wound, both of them, then she bandages it. "Stubborn, stubborn man," she grumbles to herself. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' She has no idea how stubborn that Jason really is. The wounds are easy enough to close - while bad - they are clean. Efficent. This wasn't done by some random hoodlum. There's training there. Just as there was training that Jason was able to twist his body just enough to not take a more damaging hit. The body armor helped as well. The wounds to his shoulder look like they were caused by a blunt item. There's no broken bones to be found, but he's got some deep tissue bruises that will take a little time to heal. As she works on him, there's a buzzing of Jason's phone that comes from his pocket in the pile of his clothes on the floor. -bzzt bzzt- 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty goes to work on the shoulder then. Little she can do but bandage it, and ice it down later. Kitty makes a last pass over him, making sure the shower and her own ministrations have cleaned off all the blood. Then going over his naked body carefully, checking for any wounds she's missed. The phone buzzes, and Kitty hesitates about picking up the phone. But given his situation, who knows who else may be trying to get in touch with him about what happened? She reaches over to dig in his pocket and check the phone. Not able to unlock it, but if it pops up the message on the screen like so many, she'll at least have an idea if it's urgent. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The phone comes up. And it's locked, of course. It's a message from A Pennyworth: I have not heard from you, Master Jason, since your last message. I do hope you are well. Kitty's managed to catch all of the wounds that he's carrying on him at the moment. And hey, she did want to get him naked at some point this weekend. Probably just not like this. While his flesh is pale, he seems to be getting his color back by degrees now that the injuries have been tended to and blood flow have been resumed inside the body, not out of it. Hopefully Kitty brought a change of clothes. It may be a long night before he wakes back up. In fact, it's several hours. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, there's a soft groan that comes from him as he starts to struggle. A nightmare. The clutching of his fists, the movements of his body - he's having a full-fledged nightmare. His body jerks and moves - muscle memory. Each stroke of the crowbar against him is reacted to before he sits straight up in the bed with a start, "No!" he gasps, trying to catch his breath. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty covered the bed with extra blankets in case the wounds open up, and then oofed as she moved him over to the bed. She didn't bring extra clothes unfortunately having literally flown over as fast as she could and without really thinking of what she might need. She makes do with some of his clothing, and settles in beside Jason. Resting with her head on a pillow rather than his shoulder, not wanting to put any strain on his body. Just softly brushing her fingers over his chest until she too, dozes. She comes awake as she feels him moving. Kitty watches him tense but there isn't much she can do but softly caress his chest, trying to soothe him. It doesn't seem to be working. She's about to wake Jason when he finally sits up. Kitty sits up as well, moving a hand to try to restrain him, not wanting him to reopen his wounds. "It's ok. Jason, you're safe. It's Kitty. You're safe at home," she tells him, moving over in front of him so he can see her face. "You're safe." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Struggling awake, Jason finds himself in his girlfriend's arms, under his own roof. Not in a warehouse in the Middle East with his mother as a bomb's about to go off. "Kitty." he breathes, managing to catch his breath, wide blue eyes turning to meet hers. "When? How?" he's confused. How long has he been out? How did she get in the house? Did he forget to lock the door? He was pretty out of it when he crawled into the house. Reaching up to caress her face, he has to remind himself this isn't a dream. This is real. She's here. He's not hallucinating. He's not being beaten to death. It's fine. Commune with the darkness. Accept the darkness. His hands settle on her shoulders as he looks into her eyes as he draws in several breaths. "Kitty." he reminds himself. He's safe. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde nods her head as she bites her lip. The brunette's hair is a bit mussy, as if it got wet and just tried without being brushes. Plus was slept on. But her face is as warm as every as she holds Jason in her arms. "You're ok. You're at home," she tells him softly. "You didn't answer after saying someone got the drop on you," Kitty says. "And I got worried and didn't know anyone else out here. I didn't have Damian's number," she says. Ok, she didn't think of calling him. She only thought of how fast one of her friends could fly or teleport her to Gotham. "So I came out. And there was blood on the front stoop and... well, you were passed out in the shower. You lost a lot of blood I think. But I bandaged your wounds," Kitty tells him, softly brushing her hand over his chest. "Now lie back down, so you don't reopen your wounds. I'll get you some water. And some food, you should eat something to help you replace the blood you lost," she says gently. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Yes, mom." Jason gently teases as Kitty is able to coax him into laying back on the bed. His hand catches hers before she rises though. His eyes meet hers, and those words are right there, on the tip of his tongue. If he knew of the true effort she made - what she did. His eyes study over hers, and the features of that etheral beauty of her face. "Thank you." he says quietly, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles lightly. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde is back in one of his shirts, he might notice, hanging unbuttoned though she has her undergarments beneath it. "You're welcome," Kitty tells him, her eyes saying so many things that her lips do not right now. She leans down and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. "Sleep if you can, I'll be back with water and juice and whatever else I can find," she tells him. Kitty starts to walk off, and then remembers. "Someone else was worried about you, might want to let them know you're ok," she says, moving over to get his food and bring it over to him. She touches his hand softly, smiling to Jason and then heading downstairs. She probably already knows what to feed someone to help them replenish lost blood, but googles it just the same. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Sleep? When the hottest girl I ever known is here? Perish the thought." Jason offers with a gentle tease as she gets up to leave. When she heads downstairs - she'll find that his pantry is pretty bare. He does indeed live out of the fast food bag most of the time. He lives alone, he doesn't have reason to cook often. Upstairs, Jason leans back in the bed and closes his eyes before reaching for his phone. As he opens his eyes, he glances at the message and groans softly. Unlocking it with a finger swipe, he types a message. I'm fine Alfred. Just a little battered. I see. Should I inform Master Bruce of your status? You can tell him what you want. I'm fine. Very well Master Jason. "Ugh. Whoever taught him to text needs to take away his phone." Jason mutters as he folds his hands over his chest. Downstairs, Kitty may realize she may need to order groceries. Or pizza. Or something. Most of his meals are quick, on the go things. It seems he used up what was left of his supply of meat and eggs the last time Kitty visited. And don't smell the milk. The date on it is at least two weeks ago. Typical male. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde looks through the kitchen, grumbling softly at the lack of choices. She does the best that she can. Water of course. A bit of cheese. Some summer sausage that has a week left at least. A box of Ritz. Kitty can't help but grin at the memory of saying she'd forgo a Ritz addiction to avoid getting kicked out of his bed for eating crackers. How fitting. So it's cheese, sausage and crackers for a post-battle snack. And water. She'll have to run to the store as soon as he's asleep again. Kitty puts the food on a plate and takes it back up to his bedroom. "Not a lot to choose from, but this might hit the spot," she tells him, sitting on the bed with Jason and putting the plate there on the nightstand. She gives him the glass to drink some water. "I'm going to run to the grocery store to get a few things for you. Is there anything in particular you'd like me to pick you up?" Kitty asks as she moves over to hands and knees, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Jason's lips. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "A meal fit for a king." Jason says, a smile coming to his lips as he watches her return to the bedroom. With her setting down the plate on the nightstand, he starts to say more, when he feels the press of her lips to his. Whatever else he was going to quip or offer is lost as he finds his hands on her sides and returning her kiss. When she pulls back, he looks up into her eyes. "Not yet?" he asks her finally. "I don't want you to go just yet." the admission is made as he looks her over again, considering the beautiful young woman. "The best pick me up and medicine I can have at the moment is you in my arms." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde crawls forward on the bed then, moving around to the side that wasn't hit by the sai. "I don't know if your arms can make it around me," she says, eyeing Jason's injuries, but the tone is playful. She does indeed move into his arms, being careful to sit so he can hold her while lying back relaxed, and not have Kitty on any of his wounds. "I hope you don't mind that I rushed over. Just... I figured worst case you were at the emergency room and they took your phone and I'd just have to sit out here and wait for awhile," Kitty says. She softly brushes her hand back and forth over Jason's chest. She hasn't asked him anything about what happened yet. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Not quite next of kin yet." Jason says, a soft chuckle in his voice as she settles in against him. "I don't have a TV in my room." comes the response as he gets his arms around her as best as he can. He may be sore and stiff, but he gives it a good go. Especially when he feels that light touch on his chest. No, she hasn't asked him yet. He's not volunteering up the information. Instead, there's a smile. One of promise. And much more as he reaches over her, whispering. "How ever will we entertain ourselves?" he asks, turning off the light. 
}}

6373/City Fall: Premature Fallout

2019-02-21T21:35:45Z

IceeBear: Adding TP City Fall

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/05
|Location=Hillary Gardens - NYC
|Synopsis=After a bombing rocks an upscale apartment complex, Lex decides not to move there, and the defenders investigate.
|Cast of Characters=1233, 1527, 89, 92, 721
|Tinyplot=City Fall
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Hillary Gardens isn't known for being a place where there are problems. Upscale, filled with the well-to-do of NYC who are not interested in owning land. Judges, lawyers, doctors, and the movers and shakers who have stepped up to the plate in the modern economy are found here. It's not too terribly late, only 7pm, and the city street lights just came on for the evening.     Crimson and gold flames are seen from the surrounding area in Greenwich as they spill violently for only a moment from the side of the costly apartment complex. It's followed by a smoky residue cloud that starts its ascent, a flag of ash that announces where the disturbance just took place. Surely it won't be long before police arrive. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Dragon was just on a lovely walk while, albeit coincidentally, being in the area around the Hillagry gardens. less than a block away. But imagine his surprise when he notices the crimson and gold flames? He narrows his eyes, before he clasps his hands behind his back, and approaches the scene. It doesn't take him necessarily long to get there, but when he does? He'll try and perch on a fairly high place to get a full view of what's going on. First rule of Martial combat, especially regarding infiltration: Never go throug hthe front door. 

:'''{{#var:89|Matt Murdock (89)}} has posed:''' Daredevil and Elektra were out for a night on the town, but, not the standard sort, with them dressing up and going out involved more costumes and punching than dinner and dancing. "Think we should actually go out for dinner sometime?" Daredevil asks as they swing leap rooftops towards the flames. "Or is that too normal for us?" As he asks his senses sweep the area finding Dragon crouched nearby. "Dragon," Daredevil says to Elektra, gesturing towards their master. Daredevil heads in that direction, "Not your work I hope, sifu?" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' It also happens to be one of a few potential sites Lex Luthor is visiting for a change of pace in scenery when he travels to New York. Having been in the Penthouse at the time of the attack, he's already in the lobby as the smoke starts to spill out of the building. Dressing in his black business suit and flanked by Mercy and Hope, the businessman has his hands behind his back as he leaves, the Gardens agent goes alongside him, "Interesting security you have. I have some additional reservations we may need to consider." Luthor quips to the agent as they head for the exit. 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' Elektra grins at Matt, "I suppose dinner is what people do." Of course she and Matt weren't really normal people in many ways. "I know a place.. Though this is fun." And it was true. She much preferred crawling the rooftops to the mundanity of normal. When they encounter Dragon, she gives him a respectful nod. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Glass rains down, glittering outside for a moment, and the alarms go off. As Lex starts to make his way to the exit, the agent is hardly in a position to argue his concerns. She pulls her cell phone and simply starts calling 911. "Yes, we have had an explosion in Hillary Gardens, we are not certain what the cause is yet. Of course I think police are necessary, what kind of...yes. Yes I will have everyone exit right away."     Of course, even as Lex starts to exit the building, he is joined by a bewildered crowd of residents, pouring out of the building, all listlessly looking around and up at the hole that has been punched out of the side of the building. All in all, it isn't that critical of an explosion. Whatever went off doesn't seem to have done any serious structural damage, but the glass windows and doors on the balcony are shattered and gone, and smoke still trails up from the architectural wound. So far, no police are there, yet. Just a bunch of people who wander around aimlessly outside their home as the shrill ringing of the fire alarm pierces the air. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' An outright attack. Whoever is behind this certainly has no notion of stealth, or wants to send a message. Either way, Richard knew his students were nearby. "Elektra. Daredevil." because he never knows who's listening. He turns his head to look at them. "No, not particularly. This is from an outside source. If my guess is correct...it comes with wanting to target someone or a group of people. Not a random terrorist strike." He looks ahead, but doesn't speak. "Matthew. Look with your senses. Tell me what you can see. Elektra, you as well." see what they've learned. 

:'''{{#var:89|Matt Murdock (89)}} has posed:''' Daredevil nods to his former teacher. Letting his senses run over the burning building and the surrounding area. Trying to get a sense of what was going on, but Lex Luthor and his bodyguards catch his notice. "The two women down there aren't human," he says, he could tell their heart beats were slower and stronger than the human norm, he might have pegged them for the Amazons they were except he'd never met one in person before. "I'll need to get closer to get a read on the building." His head turns to Elektra, to see what she's found. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' By the time Luthor is outside, his LexPhone and bluetooth device are already running. Mercy and Hope both scan the crowd and the surroundings for potential threats as their boss takes care of business. "Yes, I'll have to cancel my 9PM. Reschedule it for tomorrow morning." A pause, "No, it's entirely out of my hands, I've had my penthouse tour interrupted by some sort of ridiculous bombing." Another pause, then Lex looks up, "how would I know if it's terrorists? I wasn't up there at the time." Lex grates to his secretary. 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' Rightfully, Elektra had no business judging people for not being human. In most respects she might not actually qualify herself. At least she was missing certain vital qualifications, like a heartbeat. However.. Elektra shakes her head at Matt's question. She hasn't Matt's senses, and she's seen no more than he or Dragon have. "I'd say a lot less confusion than you might expect. Surprise was likely a factor. Why would you bomb a residential building?" Though that one she had answers for: Diversion. To expose something beneath the building. To force someone in particular out of the building. To guage response times... To get access to someone's - or several someone's - safe(s). 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     As Mercy and Hope scan the crowd, there seems to be mostly the general confusion in the mass. Most of the people comment to their neighbors, each asking what the other one might know. It seems that none of them know more than that they heard a loud crash that shook the walls. But that doesn't keep them all from repeating the information to each other over and over again.     There's one exception, A middle-aged man, well fit and groomed, stands amongst the crowd, but he doesn't seem to be curious about anything. He stopped looking at the damage far sooner than the rest, and seems to be watching the road. His salt and pepper beard accents his bushy eyebrows, his skin pale, as someone who does not get enough sunlight. He's calm, he's unconcerned. As he hears Lex's voice, he shifts his attention, sable eyes resting briefly on Metropolis' most wealthy man.     The police have mobilized, and several blocks away, they start their journey. One car. A second. A fire truck. They are all starting to converge on the location. Strangely, though, there is little radio activity. What is said is short.     "Yes, Drill one, This is a budgeted activity, remember the protocol."     "Copy." 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Once the phone call is dealt with, Mercy gives a nudge to her boss; a predetermined signal to glance where she is looking for a point of interest. A subtle glance in the mans direction gives Lex all the information he needs, before he starts to listen to the crowd around him. Quietly, Lex notes to his two bodyguards, "keep him in your line of sight." For all intents and purposes, the Man of Tomorrow is just another bystander in a bombing. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard narrows his eyes at the scene. Murdock's response is interesting. "Not human you say? That adds a bit of speculation. What man uses people who are not human whatsoever to achieve random attacks on a residential building?" He hums. "Many things to question. Matthew, Elektra, if you can, get closer. You are wise enough to know when or if to engage. I will move around the flank and see what I can find as well. We must be careful." He stands up then, and moves out. 

:'''{{#var:89|Matt Murdock (89)}} has posed:''' Daredevil doesn't need to look back to tell the non-humans had slipped into the crowd near the burning building. "I am not sure they're responsible." he reports but then turns his head to Elektra, pullimg out one of his batons tossing it to her for the grapple line it held. "Want to go down and check with me then?" he says when Dragon mentions getting closer. He steps to the edge of the building, his senses searching the scene as the police arrive. Seeking out any one trying to make an escape. 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' There's an impish, "Race you," from Elektra - even though she's not racing. It's more the point and the challenge of the thing than the actual act. She's a lot more careful than that, picking her way down to the ground, looking to check out the outskirts of the area, heading back towards the building everyone is fleeing. She hasn't Matt's way of knowing what is or isn't human, but then again, she's a fine sense of when to engage, and little compunction about doing so, which, in the end, suffices. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     As the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and Elektra find their way down to the back of the building, the police pull up to the scene. They busily maneuver people back from the building farther than they had placed themselves, and start to set up a tape barrier. The bomb squad arrives shortly thereafter, and they begin unloading and assessing the area.     The back of the building has little to boast, but during a circumnavigation of the building, a body may be found in a tree that is below the apartment that was blown out. It's in the higher branches, making it difficult to immediately get to, or at least, without climbing a tree.     Meanwhile, in the crowd, the man with the salt and pepper beard, checks his watch when the police arrive, watching their engagement carefully with a studious expression, turning away from Lex and his bodyguards, he pulls out a small notepad the size of his hand, and jots something down on it, frequently looking back at the squad cars. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Even for most people, the man couldn't be more obvious if he tried. Keeping his phone up, he brings up an app on the phone, accessing the LexCorp technology apparatus he keeps on standby in New York. A spy drone from one of his nearby safehouses is redirected to the area, and he orders it onto the man to track him... and to see what he's writing. It'll take a minute for it to get into position, though. Mercy keeps near Lex, though Hope is keeping a small perimeter around the two. An inner and outer defense, as it were. 

:'''{{#var:89|Matt Murdock (89)}} has posed:''' "Sure," Daredevil says to Elektra even as he lets himself fall off the edge of the building only to be caught by tightening of the line as he swings over to the building, resets the hook, then drops to the alley below. Once they're both in place and he can smell the body in the tree even if the swaying of the branches obscures it clearly from view. He considers Elektra, "Think you can get him down? I'll cover things down here." 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' "If you insist, though I think there's more to what's going on here than meets the eye." She's already decided the major contenders for what this is are response time, or pilfering a specific vault. However, if she were going to this trouble to steal from a vault, she'd have wanted response times beforehand.. Something she'd have had access to via her former network of tech connections. A thing not everyone else has, which leaves this is a test run for somewhere else. "We're looking for someone in the crowd, or just outside it," Elektra notes. "They'll be calm and stationary. If spotted, they'll leave casually." "The dead can wait," she tells Daredevil, making an executive decision as she slips into the shadows to observe the crowd more closely. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The police finally begin their sweep, and there seems to be rather casual demeanor about the whole thing. The man with the salt and pepper beard continues to watch, as at this point most of the people do.     The observer's attention shifts, and the notepad and his palm goes against his side. Once the spy drone is able to get in position, it may be hard to distinguish, but it seems that the man has written down a series of numbers speckled with decimal points, some speckled with dashes. IP addresses? Phone numbers? It's difficult to discern, but neither seems to fit his current situation.     The police come in through the scene, and they start to make their way near where the body is.     "So this is it?" One of the officers says.     "Yeah, I guess so," the other answers.     "I mean, it's not that much different from what we normally do. Not so bad."     "Hey, get a look up here, think we found number one," a flashlight is pointed up in the failing light as one of the men spots the dead body. Of course, there is plenty of time for Daredevil and Elektra to make themselves scarce. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Silently, Lex brings up a search program on his phone and sets the support AI connected to it to finding references to the numbers written down. It'll be trial and error, but it'll be done. Meanwhile, Lex dials his driver, and bring up the phone to his ear. "Bring the limo around to the front and standby." Subtly, Lex is watching the man, gauging his reaction to Lex potentially leaving the scene. 

:'''{{#var:89|Matt Murdock (89)}} has posed:''' "Elektra," Matt hisses as the assasin slips off to do her own thing just as the police arrive. Grousing, "Good to see that hasn't changed," he slips back into the shadow to listen as the officers talk. It didn't take long to see they weren't on the side of law and order....Dirty cops, why did it have ot be dirty cops. Daredevil complains inwardly, as he hides. The officer's conversations bear fruit though, 'number one', were there more bodies? Moving in the shadows of the building keeping low, Daredevil stalks the cops, listening for now, but also waiting for one of the men to wander off alone. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard Dragon moved opposite of his students, yet still keeping to the shadows, seemingly rather approving of how they've managed to at least act quietly. Though as the police go through the scene, Dragon narrows his eyes. Always dirty cops indeed." But he ewaits. Turns out Elektra has gone off to do her own thing, but he'll listen closely to the group. But he seems to be intending to watch how his students perform. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The officer looks bewildered. "So, how we gonna get this poor guy down?"     "We don't," the other says. "Let the detectives handle it, probably have the engine come up so they can pull him down later. Who do you think pulled this off?" the second asks.     "Beats me, hopefully whoever gave the tip will give us some more to go on than what dispatch told us."     The man with the notepad doesn't seem to be interested in leaving, and when Lex's limo is pulled up, a man in a dress shirt approaches the mass. "Okay folks, so we are going to need to get some help here. Bomb squad is checking things out now, but we think this is an isolated event. Still, we are gonna need some words from each of you to see if we can't figure out who did this and put their sorry asses in prison." 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' It's not so much her own thing, as a suspicion. And Matt hasn't eyes on the crowd, so who else is there to actually *see* what she's looking for. There's only so much a heartbeat will get you. The arrival of the police, and the subsequent finding of the body in the tree forces the former assassin into the shadows where she's content to stay while she susses out the crowd, looking for her target. Once she has that target, memorizing the look, and the sounds associated with them as best she can (including moving in closer if necessary - though carefully so) to isolate them specficially that she'll be able to identify them later by that alone, she'll slip away again, and back towards where they'd started. The body in the tree may be a writeoff in terms of them getting anything useful from it. She's less concerned about that than maybe she should be, but it's been her experience that live men tell better tales. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "Of course, officer." Lex offers in reply. His attention, however, is on the spy drones viewpoint from up high on the man writing. He can't see facial expressions from here, but the drone can... and eventually, once it's in range, the hi-tech directional mic is lasered in on the man to catch if he's speaking to anyone... the output filtered into his bluetooth. 

:'''{{#var:1527|Richard Dragon (1527)}} has posed:''' Richard watches, his eyes narrowed, looking down upon the man in the dress shirt as he approaches Lex Luthor's limo. It's no question that Matt can probably hear that entire conversation, given his enhanced senses. He does seem to approve of Elektra sussing out the crowd. Isolate anyone specifically. either way, he keeps his eyes on Luthor... then the cop that speaks with him. "Interesting." but otherwise, silent as a mouse. Elektra could have a hayday with these guys. 

:'''{{#var:89|Matt Murdock (89)}} has posed:''' Daredevil adjusts his thinking, maybe not so dirty. Though his attention peaks at the mention of a tip. He continues to keep close and quiet waiting and listening hoping to learn more. Though his senses bring him the smell of blood and death nearby. He let's his senses bring in more detail and he can make out the sense of a body crumpled behind an old AC unit. Taking care to move quietly, Daredevil makes his way over, crouching low beside the corpse letting his senses in again, to get a quick scan of what he had before the cops find there way over to him. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The observer doesn't seem to speak, and perhaps even more interesting, he doesn't seem to have any public record of his existence. His photo isn't in a police database. Elektra might notice though, his posture and his movements are not of someone who is a stranger to combat. He moves with a certain solid grace. As she enters the crowd, it appears the man is also keenly observant, his eyes shifting to fall on her for just a split moment as she enters the crowd, but then otherwise seems to ignore her. If he recognizes her, he makes no outward sign. He seems to simply give her the glance that a person might naturally give to one who has just entered their field of vision.     The dead body looks to have received quite a few bruises, the woman was somewhere in her late twenties most likely, dressed as if ready for work, or more likely coming home from it.     The police take statements, they do their job, really, but when they finally get to the bodies, there's a certain lack of regard for the evidence. It is documented, but several things are left out. The bomb squad eventually makes their way through the crime scene, announcing that the building is clear and safe to return to. 
}}

6601/City Fall: Enter Karai

2019-02-21T20:17:56Z

IceeBear: Added TP: City Fall

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/21
|Location=Gotham - Monari's Restaurant
|Synopsis=Shredder sends Karai to take care of some business - and she runs into some of the local vigilante life.
|Cast of Characters=68, 1233
|Tinyplot=City Fall
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Maroni's Restaurant has been a staple of West Chelsea for over fifty years. It was an open secret that it's owner, Salvatore Maroni has his hands in most of the crime around Gotham City. Or at least he used to. In his heyday, he was a force to be reckoned with. But then came the Penguin. And Two-Face. And Joker. And the other rogues. And the Bats - the damnable Bats that battered and broke the back of his organization. Most other crime families leave him alone out of pity. Most of the rogues leave him alone because the small amount of power he holds left isn't worth the trouble. He's an old man on his way out. Like his restaurant. Decorated with pictures of actors and entertainers with their autographs from a different time and age. The color has faded in the red and white checker-board table cloths. The red hurricane lamps with the candles burning within them on the table, with wax grapes draping down that haven't been dusted in months. Glasses that still are etched with a long-defunct cola company. It all is old. Run down. But he's an old man that refuses to see that truth. He still acts as if he was at the height of his power. It is why he set the rules for the meeting tonight. It is why as he sits at the table with his bottle of wine and big plate of spaghetti napoleonti as he looks across at the girl that is half his age that he scoffs. "When I was told that your boss was going to negotiate with me, I thought he would bring himself. Not send a dame. Not even a very attractive one to talk to me." he comments dryly as he dips a piece of bread into the sauce to eat it. "It disrespects me, and I do not take well to those that disrespect me." Outside, there is movement on the rooftop and along the shadows. Red Hood had heard reports of a new player in town - it wasn't that hard to get information on the meeting at the run down restaurant, now it was on him to figure out exactly what was going down within and get that information out to the others. The white lens within the helmet flair as he moves to the side of the building to look down. Maroni only has a couple of hired goons out - a couple of men that are still loyal to him after all of this time. Men that he knew as children. It's sentimental. But sentimentality doesn't mean anything in this line of work. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai's face is stone. She's young, and if she were a college student, she likely would not have yet finished. She's small, only 5'3". She's a lightweight, nothing impressive to the casual observer. She wears a black uniform, black leather armor over black tights, and a red scarf hangs from her neck. Her eyes narrow at his bravado.     "Mr. Maroni, you are being extended a courtesy," she answers his insult. Despite her skills, one thing that she is not skilled in is masking her contempt. "This has started without you, and it can complete without you. My master has little regard for fools, and less for useless fools. He has tasked me with gathering those who would be useful to his plans, and your record suggested a marginal utility at best." She glances slowly around the room. "You sit in squalor. You once may have commanded the crime in this city, but you live in ruins of your own refuse." There is a certain sneer on her lips. "You can choose two things, and remaining in this depressingly impotent operation is not one I am offering you. You can join something greater, and have the resources of a global network to assist you," she says, lifting her left hand as holding the option. She lifts the right. "Or I can kill you, and remove a potential pebble from our road so that we don't stub our toe."     Outside, the quiet is inhabited. Not only is Jason watching, but several black and gray hooded figures sit in the shadows, waiting for an order. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Sal sits there, listening to the child speak to him. So brashly. So bluntly. The anger in his eyes is obvious as this /pup/ dares to insult him so blatantly. "You petulant brat!" he sneers, his fist slamming into the table. It spills the remains of his wine glass and tilts the spaghetti plate. "You come here, you make remarks, and you threaten my life?!" he cries out. "You need to be taught a lesson!" And with that- he attempts to reach out and backhand the young woman across the cheek. Outside, the Hood picks up on a figure in the shadows and he frowns. It's a setup. Maroni's men are all in the middle of a trap - and they don't really have a chance. Not that the Hood has any great love of the old man or his gang - but it's always easier to deal with the obvious ones then these recent upstarts. Coming up on one of the of Foot soldiers, he tries to get the drop on him and smash the butt of his pistol into the back of the Foot soldier's head to take him down. "I'm your relief for the night." Little does he know that where there's one Foot.. there's several Feet. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The hand flies, and Karai responds as if she was picking up a glass of water. A catch of the wrist, a twist to break, and her other hand comes up with a kunai, stabbing into the palm on the table. Blood pours out, and as she releases the blade used to nail his hand in place, the same hand reaches to grab him by the scruff of his hair, and slam his face down into his plate, spattering wine and sauce across the table.She holds it there, surprisingly strong for her size.     "That." She says, "Was the last mistake you will ever make." The opposite hand releases the hand, and starts to reach back for the ninj-to on her thigh.     Outside, the Foot soldier was focused enough on what was in front of him, he didn't even see the Hood's approach. The clack of the pistol against skull draws the attention of two other soldiers, one on the fire escape, and another behind a mailbox.     They waste no time, but burst forth, the one at the street level bearing sais while the one from on high leaps down, a quarterstaff in hand as he lands in a crouching position. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Outside, with one Foot down, Red Hood finds himself face to face with two more. "Shit. Someone shopped at Ninjas R Us. And me without my beating stick." the man in the helmet draws. He's not going to fire, that's going to draw attention. But both pistols are brought out. Then he charges at the quarterstaff soldier. While the twin pistols may not be knives or swords, they work in defense against the strikes of the staff Foot as he swings a roundhouse kick at the other Foot that joins in the fray. Inside, Sal screams in pain as he feels the bones in his hand snap and then the kunai pins it down. "You bitch!" those may very well be his last words as heis slammed face first into the plate of pasta. "MMRPHG!" He flails against her hand, his free hand grabbing aagainst her arm, smacking at it with a ham-sized hand as he tries to get himself freed - something that won't be coming. That is until from outside, there's a pair of gunshots that ring out from the rooftops that may grab Kairi's attention currently. The doors from the kitchen bust open, the boss's goons running in. "Sal, there's men firing on the rooftops! It's a setup! BOSS?!" one of them yells, seeing the man in a compromising position - well. Not one that he wanted to be in. Those gunshots? Jason got tired of playing around with Foot. "So what strip mall dojo did they pull you from?" he asks, as he fired a pair of shots into the kneecaps of one of the Foot clansman. "Kobra Kai? Did you get free lessons with a purchase of a combo plate?" 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai's attention shifts to the incoming mobsters, only to have all of them distracted for a split moment by the gunfire on the roof. An unknown factor, one that was not anticipated. She changes her strategy, driving her knee up into the table as she stands to her feet, flipping it over with Sal so that it lands on top of him.     She spins with the ninja-to, not designed to be a thrown weapon, and ends the spin with a slap of one wrist against the other, loosing the blade toward the chest of the first of Sal's reinforcements before pulling a trio of shuriken from her belt, flinging them at the second.     The quarterstaff catches in the pistols, followed by a spin toward a sweeping strike as Jason makes the roundhouse kick.     That kick lands, nonetheless, and the sai bearing ninja is knocked away. During the next few exchanges, the quarterstaff ninja finds a shot critically injurying his knee. Unlike most people, however, he doesn't make a sound, not even a grunt as he goes down, gripping the injury. Ninjas three and four join, one with a pair of kamas, and another with a pair of nunchaku. They land on the same side of the roof, and the one with the nunchaku flings a shuriken with her free hand, spinning toward Jason. It wouldn't be enough to kill, but the objective is to distract it long enough for the ninja with the sais to come in with a stabbing blow. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The table crushes Sal against the ground and he lies there, unmoving. It's not immediately clear if he's dead or not - but he's clearly not going to be responding. The two goones go for their pistols. However, one of them never gets the gun out of his jacket as the blade slams into his chest, ripping it open. Wide eyes look down at the wound on his chest, before the ripping away of the blade sends him backwards, stumbling into a booth. The other goon /does/ manage to get his gun out, but before he ever gets a chance to aim, those three shuriken slam into his chest. They didn't wear body armor - that was a fatal mistake. He goes falling back to the floor, his pistol firing several shots as his muscle memory kicks in the last moments of his life, sending a round into a framed picture of Sal with Tony Shalhoub, 'To Sal, Loved the Lasagna, Tony'. Up on the rooftop, it seems that every time Red Hood takes down one foot, another appears. "Like a damn fungus. Good thing I'm a pretty fun-gi." he grunts as he swings up his arm, catching the shuriken in the side of the arm. The point doesn't quite penetrate the armor and leather that he wears. "Not much of a conversationalist either. I do enjoy a good banter." But he finds himself having to bring his arms to defend himself against the strikes from the sais as he manages to end one of them off, but another gets through the thinner armor at his sides and strikes. A grunt of pain comes from Red Hood as he slams his helmeted forehead against the ninja's face to force him back as he swings the pistol around to fire at the shuriken thrower. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The Sai ninja is knocked back, reeling from the hard helmet that struck him in the head, while the one with the kamas and the one with the nunchaku dart forward. They are fast, covering half the distance of the roof like a world class sprinter. The firing of the gun causes not one, but both of them to veer, making themselves harder targets, though the burst of red from the ninja with the nunchucks shows that she just took a significant wound to her left tricep. The one with the kamas rolls to the side, and then throws one like a tomahawk at the red vigilante.     Below, Karai walks forward to retrieve her ninja-to, and looks back at the ceiling. Whatever is happening, it's not quiet. She wanted this quiet. She flings the blood from the blade in a quick motion, and resheathes it before briskly walking to the front door, opening it and marching toward the fire escape. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Up on the roof, Red Hood stops being a stationary target. The kama smacks against the Hood's helmet, flicking off of it, but inside the helmet, Jason winces. Shit. There went communications. On my own. Nothing new there. "What happened to the good old days when you guys came one at a time?" comes the quip as he starts to run with the other two ninjas, firing his pistols as he does so. The bullets smack against the rooftop and air conditioning unit as he leaps towards the nunchuck Foot. Bringing both of his hands up, he uses one of the arms to defelect the blow - though he feels the crack against his arm. Bruised. Maybe a hairline fracture. Sloppy. He drives the other hand palm-first into the Foot's solar-plexus and pushes up hard to literally knock the breath out of him. So he doesn't just know gun-fu, as he starts to use the Foot's own techniques against them. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     While there is skill involved on both sides, it's clear that the Foot soldier is inferior to Jason's skill. The palm strike finds her chest. Yep, boobs there, apparently they are equal opportunity employers. she stumbles back, dropping her nunchucks to the ground, and coughs, giving a gasp for air. Her counter part with the kama dives forward in the meantime, slashing fiercely as he slides across the pebble roof, and apparently is less disciplined than the others. "Leave her alone!" he growls, his strike aimed at the rear of the Hood's calf. He sounds young.     Reaching the fire escape, Karai leaps to grab the railing, pulling herself over the edge and she races up the rusty stairs, heading for the roof. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Boobs or no boobs, Red Hood is an equal-opprotunity asskicker. When he strikes her down, he doesn't get a chance to finish her off, because there's a strike to the back of his calf. A hiss comes from the Hood as he drops both pistols to grab the man's wrist and swings him around, much like a father would swing a child. Except he's using the guy as a bat to swing him into the girl Foot. When the two of them collide, he grunts. "When you come to, go to a movie and make moon eyes at each other. You shouldn't be doing this shit." I'm one to talk. Then there was one Foot left. Yanking the kama from that foot, he flings it towards the stairs, aiming for it to arrive just as Karai does. "Sorry, this is a private party - did you bring an invitation?" he grunts, taking a few steps back, though he's clearly favoring his left leg as he reaches to his sides to get out his escrama sticks, snapping them to their full length. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The blow of colliding bodies knocks both of the remaining Foot unconscious.     As Karai reaches the rooftop the kama whizzes at her head, and she only narrowly tilts out of the path of the blade as it nicks her red scarf on its path over the edge of the building. She vaults onto the building surface, one hand planted as the thigh blade is drawn again into her left hand with a backhand grip.     "You interfere," she says coldly beneath the scarf. It covers her mouth loosely, only mildly hiding her face. Her eyes move to survey her downed soldiers. "Sal Maroni does not have the money to command someone with the skill to disable four of my soldiers. Who are you and why are you here?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' When Karai vaults onto the rooftop and dodges the kama, Red Hood pauses for a moment. So. It won't be that easy after all. He gives her a look over, his own leather and combat gear hiding the most serious of his wounds from her sight. Twisting the sticks around so that the longest part is supporting his forearms. "Me? I'm just a concerned citizen. There's a lot of us in town. Don't really care about Maroni." he admits as he watches the girl, his helmet capturing footage of her. He can't get an upload of the data at the moment to try to find out who she is. But it's something that he can explore later. "But I'm definetly against new scum replacing old scum. So how about you and your rent-a-ninja friends here surrender peacefully and tell me what your plans are, and I won't have to kick your ass, flat as it is." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai seems unmoved by the quip about her butt. "My plan is to kill you if you continue to interfere." She stands to her full height. Which...is pretty small, all things considered, the scarf catching a slight draft of the rooftop chill. She doesn't wait for him to contemplate whether she is bluffing, but suddenly darts forward in a full sprint, then leaps into the air so that she might deliver a downward slash with the ninja-to. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "You know if I had a nickle for every time that someone in this city threatened to kill me..." however, Red Hood doesn't get a chance to finish the quip as Karai rushes him, and he yanks up his stickes to defend against the ninja-to. Left over right. Left's the hurt one, after all. I'd have a million nickles. "Let me guess, you don't wear the bag over your head because this is the boss fight." comes the grunt as he uses her ninja-to trapped against the sticks to roll, and try to flip the woman behind him as he moves to twist around to face her anew. "I wouldn't suggest the whole 'killing me' route, I'm a bad penny in that department." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     "I've dealt with a few bad pennies before," she answers as she twists with the throw, rolling into a new ready position. Her right hand slides the second ninja-to from her back, and she attacks again, her left strike coming up from below in an attempt to force a block, her left foot following just behind it to try to strike where she expects the blocking hand to be located in the defense.     "As for a bag over my head," she comments. "I do not fear my identity being known." A tilt of the head. "I suppose the same cannot be said for you." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "You only know ninjitsu? This is Gotham, you need to expand your horizons." Red Hood starts to respond as he moves his arm in defense of the kick - but it's against that fractured arm, and he loses the escrama stick there. He knows that arm's out of the fight, but he knows he's going to have to figure out how to use it. "Eh, I'm shy like that." he says with a snort about the helmet. "Plus chicks dig the helmet." There's a few limping leaps backwards as he finds himself further seperated from his pistols, leaving them closer to Karai than himself. Turning his body slightly to protect the wounded side, he twists the escrama stick around to be a baton. "So, why don't you give me your name and your big plan for here? Going to open an Asian-Italian fusion restaurant? I'd get confused as to what's squid or linguini." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     "You speak a lot, but say little," Karai responds. "I have known others like you. They usually die loudly." Guess she doesn't dig the helmet, or maybe she's playing hard to get. Either way, no phone number or name, very rude.     She lets into a barrage of strikes, seeing her opponent's weakened state, High, from the right, from the left, from the right, from above. She has two arms to conserve stamina, while she knows that he only has one. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Worst speed date ever." Red Hood responds. And then she's on the attack again. And for once, Jason's quiet. He knows this is bad. The girl is good. Very good. Even with his skills as an assassin and member of the All-Caste, he knows someone near the same level as well. While strikes are able to be defended against, more of them are getting through. A fist to his side will draw back blood on Karai's palm - while she didn't actually hit him hard enough to draw blood - she found where the sai caught him earlier. Another crushing blow catches his helmet, smashing the front of it. The lens flicker, but he's able to still see, but Jason loses the heads up display and such as he reaches to yank it off. Beneath it? He's wearing the domino mask. Sorry, no identity for you today, Karai. Tossing the helmet to the side, he's realizing that this is a fight that in his current condition he's not going to win. But as she comes back in, he fights dirty. His knees are brought into play. Strikes that totally go against any type of code as he starts using his darker trainings to at least drive her back for a moment so he can start to back away. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai takes one knee to the ribs as he strikes, and she winces back, having become too overconfident in her advantage. She discards the ninja-to in her left hand, freeing it up, and reaches out to do something rather unconventional herself, namely make a grab for his collar, and bring her own knee up for a groin strike, an attempt to give herself a chance to recover from a rather painful blow. Hit or miss, she takes a step back, the blow having caught her pretty solidly. "You are capable," she confesses begrudgingly. "But this must come to an end." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' That's it sweetheart - bring me close. The strike to his groin causes him a powerful grunt - but any hero worth their salt knows to wear cups these days. "I agree. Time for this dance to end." When she comes back in, before she starts to step back, he tries to release his secret weapon. Only to realize that an earlier strike had partially disabled the heavy duty taser in his chest plate. It partially fires, sparking between the pair of them and arcing electricty across the rooftop. And the resulting explosion from his chestplate blows him off the rooftop and into the alley below. Hopefully he's bought himself enough time with that blast though to crawl off and lick his wounds. Attempting to get away from the scene, he reaches into his pocket, and hits a button. Back on the rooftop, the helmet buzzes and then shorts itself out, smoke rising from within it through the eyeslits and beneath the helmet - he fried everything within it to make sure there's no salvage or tracing the tech. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai watches as the arc of electricity pulses, taking her by surprise and knocking her off her feet. She sneers at the pain, and scrambles back to her feet, quickly. The helmet's shorting catches her attention though, as she turns, expecting it to be an attack. By the time she realizes that it is just a defensive maneuver, it's added several seconds for the Red Hood to escape, and she dashes to the edge of the roof, scanning below for him.     She slams a palm on the stone ledge overlooking the alley below, and turns around to her wounded allies. She has her own mess to clean up, no time to chase the intruder. 
}}

6601/City Fall: Enter Karai

2019-02-21T20:08:21Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/21 |Location=Gotham - Monari's Restaurant |Synopsis=Shredder sends Karai to take care of some business - and she runs into some of the loca..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/21
|Location=Gotham - Monari's Restaurant
|Synopsis=Shredder sends Karai to take care of some business - and she runs into some of the local vigilante life.
|Cast of Characters=68, 1233
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Maroni's Restaurant has been a staple of West Chelsea for over fifty years. It was an open secret that it's owner, Salvatore Maroni has his hands in most of the crime around Gotham City. Or at least he used to. In his heyday, he was a force to be reckoned with. But then came the Penguin. And Two-Face. And Joker. And the other rogues. And the Bats - the damnable Bats that battered and broke the back of his organization. Most other crime families leave him alone out of pity. Most of the rogues leave him alone because the small amount of power he holds left isn't worth the trouble. He's an old man on his way out. Like his restaurant. Decorated with pictures of actors and entertainers with their autographs from a different time and age. The color has faded in the red and white checker-board table cloths. The red hurricane lamps with the candles burning within them on the table, with wax grapes draping down that haven't been dusted in months. Glasses that still are etched with a long-defunct cola company. It all is old. Run down. But he's an old man that refuses to see that truth. He still acts as if he was at the height of his power. It is why he set the rules for the meeting tonight. It is why as he sits at the table with his bottle of wine and big plate of spaghetti napoleonti as he looks across at the girl that is half his age that he scoffs. "When I was told that your boss was going to negotiate with me, I thought he would bring himself. Not send a dame. Not even a very attractive one to talk to me." he comments dryly as he dips a piece of bread into the sauce to eat it. "It disrespects me, and I do not take well to those that disrespect me." Outside, there is movement on the rooftop and along the shadows. Red Hood had heard reports of a new player in town - it wasn't that hard to get information on the meeting at the run down restaurant, now it was on him to figure out exactly what was going down within and get that information out to the others. The white lens within the helmet flair as he moves to the side of the building to look down. Maroni only has a couple of hired goons out - a couple of men that are still loyal to him after all of this time. Men that he knew as children. It's sentimental. But sentimentality doesn't mean anything in this line of work. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai's face is stone. She's young, and if she were a college student, she likely would not have yet finished. She's small, only 5'3". She's a lightweight, nothing impressive to the casual observer. She wears a black uniform, black leather armor over black tights, and a red scarf hangs from her neck. Her eyes narrow at his bravado.     "Mr. Maroni, you are being extended a courtesy," she answers his insult. Despite her skills, one thing that she is not skilled in is masking her contempt. "This has started without you, and it can complete without you. My master has little regard for fools, and less for useless fools. He has tasked me with gathering those who would be useful to his plans, and your record suggested a marginal utility at best." She glances slowly around the room. "You sit in squalor. You once may have commanded the crime in this city, but you live in ruins of your own refuse." There is a certain sneer on her lips. "You can choose two things, and remaining in this depressingly impotent operation is not one I am offering you. You can join something greater, and have the resources of a global network to assist you," she says, lifting her left hand as holding the option. She lifts the right. "Or I can kill you, and remove a potential pebble from our road so that we don't stub our toe."     Outside, the quiet is inhabited. Not only is Jason watching, but several black and gray hooded figures sit in the shadows, waiting for an order. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Sal sits there, listening to the child speak to him. So brashly. So bluntly. The anger in his eyes is obvious as this /pup/ dares to insult him so blatantly. "You petulant brat!" he sneers, his fist slamming into the table. It spills the remains of his wine glass and tilts the spaghetti plate. "You come here, you make remarks, and you threaten my life?!" he cries out. "You need to be taught a lesson!" And with that- he attempts to reach out and backhand the young woman across the cheek. Outside, the Hood picks up on a figure in the shadows and he frowns. It's a setup. Maroni's men are all in the middle of a trap - and they don't really have a chance. Not that the Hood has any great love of the old man or his gang - but it's always easier to deal with the obvious ones then these recent upstarts. Coming up on one of the of Foot soldiers, he tries to get the drop on him and smash the butt of his pistol into the back of the Foot soldier's head to take him down. "I'm your relief for the night." Little does he know that where there's one Foot.. there's several Feet. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The hand flies, and Karai responds as if she was picking up a glass of water. A catch of the wrist, a twist to break, and her other hand comes up with a kunai, stabbing into the palm on the table. Blood pours out, and as she releases the blade used to nail his hand in place, the same hand reaches to grab him by the scruff of his hair, and slam his face down into his plate, spattering wine and sauce across the table.She holds it there, surprisingly strong for her size.     "That." She says, "Was the last mistake you will ever make." The opposite hand releases the hand, and starts to reach back for the ninj-to on her thigh.     Outside, the Foot soldier was focused enough on what was in front of him, he didn't even see the Hood's approach. The clack of the pistol against skull draws the attention of two other soldiers, one on the fire escape, and another behind a mailbox.     They waste no time, but burst forth, the one at the street level bearing sais while the one from on high leaps down, a quarterstaff in hand as he lands in a crouching position. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Outside, with one Foot down, Red Hood finds himself face to face with two more. "Shit. Someone shopped at Ninjas R Us. And me without my beating stick." the man in the helmet draws. He's not going to fire, that's going to draw attention. But both pistols are brought out. Then he charges at the quarterstaff soldier. While the twin pistols may not be knives or swords, they work in defense against the strikes of the staff Foot as he swings a roundhouse kick at the other Foot that joins in the fray. Inside, Sal screams in pain as he feels the bones in his hand snap and then the kunai pins it down. "You bitch!" those may very well be his last words as heis slammed face first into the plate of pasta. "MMRPHG!" He flails against her hand, his free hand grabbing aagainst her arm, smacking at it with a ham-sized hand as he tries to get himself freed - something that won't be coming. That is until from outside, there's a pair of gunshots that ring out from the rooftops that may grab Kairi's attention currently. The doors from the kitchen bust open, the boss's goons running in. "Sal, there's men firing on the rooftops! It's a setup! BOSS?!" one of them yells, seeing the man in a compromising position - well. Not one that he wanted to be in. Those gunshots? Jason got tired of playing around with Foot. "So what strip mall dojo did they pull you from?" he asks, as he fired a pair of shots into the kneecaps of one of the Foot clansman. "Kobra Kai? Did you get free lessons with a purchase of a combo plate?" 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai's attention shifts to the incoming mobsters, only to have all of them distracted for a split moment by the gunfire on the roof. An unknown factor, one that was not anticipated. She changes her strategy, driving her knee up into the table as she stands to her feet, flipping it over with Sal so that it lands on top of him.     She spins with the ninja-to, not designed to be a thrown weapon, and ends the spin with a slap of one wrist against the other, loosing the blade toward the chest of the first of Sal's reinforcements before pulling a trio of shuriken from her belt, flinging them at the second.     The quarterstaff catches in the pistols, followed by a spin toward a sweeping strike as Jason makes the roundhouse kick.     That kick lands, nonetheless, and the sai bearing ninja is knocked away. During the next few exchanges, the quarterstaff ninja finds a shot critically injurying his knee. Unlike most people, however, he doesn't make a sound, not even a grunt as he goes down, gripping the injury. Ninjas three and four join, one with a pair of kamas, and another with a pair of nunchaku. They land on the same side of the roof, and the one with the nunchaku flings a shuriken with her free hand, spinning toward Jason. It wouldn't be enough to kill, but the objective is to distract it long enough for the ninja with the sais to come in with a stabbing blow. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The table crushes Sal against the ground and he lies there, unmoving. It's not immediately clear if he's dead or not - but he's clearly not going to be responding. The two goones go for their pistols. However, one of them never gets the gun out of his jacket as the blade slams into his chest, ripping it open. Wide eyes look down at the wound on his chest, before the ripping away of the blade sends him backwards, stumbling into a booth. The other goon /does/ manage to get his gun out, but before he ever gets a chance to aim, those three shuriken slam into his chest. They didn't wear body armor - that was a fatal mistake. He goes falling back to the floor, his pistol firing several shots as his muscle memory kicks in the last moments of his life, sending a round into a framed picture of Sal with Tony Shalhoub, 'To Sal, Loved the Lasagna, Tony'. Up on the rooftop, it seems that every time Red Hood takes down one foot, another appears. "Like a damn fungus. Good thing I'm a pretty fun-gi." he grunts as he swings up his arm, catching the shuriken in the side of the arm. The point doesn't quite penetrate the armor and leather that he wears. "Not much of a conversationalist either. I do enjoy a good banter." But he finds himself having to bring his arms to defend himself against the strikes from the sais as he manages to end one of them off, but another gets through the thinner armor at his sides and strikes. A grunt of pain comes from Red Hood as he slams his helmeted forehead against the ninja's face to force him back as he swings the pistol around to fire at the shuriken thrower. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The Sai ninja is knocked back, reeling from the hard helmet that struck him in the head, while the one with the kamas and the one with the nunchaku dart forward. They are fast, covering half the distance of the roof like a world class sprinter. The firing of the gun causes not one, but both of them to veer, making themselves harder targets, though the burst of red from the ninja with the nunchucks shows that she just took a significant wound to her left tricep. The one with the kamas rolls to the side, and then throws one like a tomahawk at the red vigilante.     Below, Karai walks forward to retrieve her ninja-to, and looks back at the ceiling. Whatever is happening, it's not quiet. She wanted this quiet. She flings the blood from the blade in a quick motion, and resheathes it before briskly walking to the front door, opening it and marching toward the fire escape. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Up on the roof, Red Hood stops being a stationary target. The kama smacks against the Hood's helmet, flicking off of it, but inside the helmet, Jason winces. Shit. There went communications. On my own. Nothing new there. "What happened to the good old days when you guys came one at a time?" comes the quip as he starts to run with the other two ninjas, firing his pistols as he does so. The bullets smack against the rooftop and air conditioning unit as he leaps towards the nunchuck Foot. Bringing both of his hands up, he uses one of the arms to defelect the blow - though he feels the crack against his arm. Bruised. Maybe a hairline fracture. Sloppy. He drives the other hand palm-first into the Foot's solar-plexus and pushes up hard to literally knock the breath out of him. So he doesn't just know gun-fu, as he starts to use the Foot's own techniques against them. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     While there is skill involved on both sides, it's clear that the Foot soldier is inferior to Jason's skill. The palm strike finds her chest. Yep, boobs there, apparently they are equal opportunity employers. she stumbles back, dropping her nunchucks to the ground, and coughs, giving a gasp for air. Her counter part with the kama dives forward in the meantime, slashing fiercely as he slides across the pebble roof, and apparently is less disciplined than the others. "Leave her alone!" he growls, his strike aimed at the rear of the Hood's calf. He sounds young.     Reaching the fire escape, Karai leaps to grab the railing, pulling herself over the edge and she races up the rusty stairs, heading for the roof. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Boobs or no boobs, Red Hood is an equal-opprotunity asskicker. When he strikes her down, he doesn't get a chance to finish her off, because there's a strike to the back of his calf. A hiss comes from the Hood as he drops both pistols to grab the man's wrist and swings him around, much like a father would swing a child. Except he's using the guy as a bat to swing him into the girl Foot. When the two of them collide, he grunts. "When you come to, go to a movie and make moon eyes at each other. You shouldn't be doing this shit." I'm one to talk. Then there was one Foot left. Yanking the kama from that foot, he flings it towards the stairs, aiming for it to arrive just as Karai does. "Sorry, this is a private party - did you bring an invitation?" he grunts, taking a few steps back, though he's clearly favoring his left leg as he reaches to his sides to get out his escrama sticks, snapping them to their full length. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The blow of colliding bodies knocks both of the remaining Foot unconscious.     As Karai reaches the rooftop the kama whizzes at her head, and she only narrowly tilts out of the path of the blade as it nicks her red scarf on its path over the edge of the building. She vaults onto the building surface, one hand planted as the thigh blade is drawn again into her left hand with a backhand grip.     "You interfere," she says coldly beneath the scarf. It covers her mouth loosely, only mildly hiding her face. Her eyes move to survey her downed soldiers. "Sal Maroni does not have the money to command someone with the skill to disable four of my soldiers. Who are you and why are you here?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' When Karai vaults onto the rooftop and dodges the kama, Red Hood pauses for a moment. So. It won't be that easy after all. He gives her a look over, his own leather and combat gear hiding the most serious of his wounds from her sight. Twisting the sticks around so that the longest part is supporting his forearms. "Me? I'm just a concerned citizen. There's a lot of us in town. Don't really care about Maroni." he admits as he watches the girl, his helmet capturing footage of her. He can't get an upload of the data at the moment to try to find out who she is. But it's something that he can explore later. "But I'm definetly against new scum replacing old scum. So how about you and your rent-a-ninja friends here surrender peacefully and tell me what your plans are, and I won't have to kick your ass, flat as it is." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai seems unmoved by the quip about her butt. "My plan is to kill you if you continue to interfere." She stands to her full height. Which...is pretty small, all things considered, the scarf catching a slight draft of the rooftop chill. She doesn't wait for him to contemplate whether she is bluffing, but suddenly darts forward in a full sprint, then leaps into the air so that she might deliver a downward slash with the ninja-to. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "You know if I had a nickle for every time that someone in this city threatened to kill me..." however, Red Hood doesn't get a chance to finish the quip as Karai rushes him, and he yanks up his stickes to defend against the ninja-to. Left over right. Left's the hurt one, after all. I'd have a million nickles. "Let me guess, you don't wear the bag over your head because this is the boss fight." comes the grunt as he uses her ninja-to trapped against the sticks to roll, and try to flip the woman behind him as he moves to twist around to face her anew. "I wouldn't suggest the whole 'killing me' route, I'm a bad penny in that department." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     "I've dealt with a few bad pennies before," she answers as she twists with the throw, rolling into a new ready position. Her right hand slides the second ninja-to from her back, and she attacks again, her left strike coming up from below in an attempt to force a block, her left foot following just behind it to try to strike where she expects the blocking hand to be located in the defense.     "As for a bag over my head," she comments. "I do not fear my identity being known." A tilt of the head. "I suppose the same cannot be said for you." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "You only know ninjitsu? This is Gotham, you need to expand your horizons." Red Hood starts to respond as he moves his arm in defense of the kick - but it's against that fractured arm, and he loses the escrama stick there. He knows that arm's out of the fight, but he knows he's going to have to figure out how to use it. "Eh, I'm shy like that." he says with a snort about the helmet. "Plus chicks dig the helmet." There's a few limping leaps backwards as he finds himself further seperated from his pistols, leaving them closer to Karai than himself. Turning his body slightly to protect the wounded side, he twists the escrama stick around to be a baton. "So, why don't you give me your name and your big plan for here? Going to open an Asian-Italian fusion restaurant? I'd get confused as to what's squid or linguini." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     "You speak a lot, but say little," Karai responds. "I have known others like you. They usually die loudly." Guess she doesn't dig the helmet, or maybe she's playing hard to get. Either way, no phone number or name, very rude.     She lets into a barrage of strikes, seeing her opponent's weakened state, High, from the right, from the left, from the right, from above. She has two arms to conserve stamina, while she knows that he only has one. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Worst speed date ever." Red Hood responds. And then she's on the attack again. And for once, Jason's quiet. He knows this is bad. The girl is good. Very good. Even with his skills as an assassin and member of the All-Caste, he knows someone near the same level as well. While strikes are able to be defended against, more of them are getting through. A fist to his side will draw back blood on Karai's palm - while she didn't actually hit him hard enough to draw blood - she found where the sai caught him earlier. Another crushing blow catches his helmet, smashing the front of it. The lens flicker, but he's able to still see, but Jason loses the heads up display and such as he reaches to yank it off. Beneath it? He's wearing the domino mask. Sorry, no identity for you today, Karai. Tossing the helmet to the side, he's realizing that this is a fight that in his current condition he's not going to win. But as she comes back in, he fights dirty. His knees are brought into play. Strikes that totally go against any type of code as he starts using his darker trainings to at least drive her back for a moment so he can start to back away. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai takes one knee to the ribs as he strikes, and she winces back, having become too overconfident in her advantage. She discards the ninja-to in her left hand, freeing it up, and reaches out to do something rather unconventional herself, namely make a grab for his collar, and bring her own knee up for a groin strike, an attempt to give herself a chance to recover from a rather painful blow. Hit or miss, she takes a step back, the blow having caught her pretty solidly. "You are capable," she confesses begrudgingly. "But this must come to an end." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' That's it sweetheart - bring me close. The strike to his groin causes him a powerful grunt - but any hero worth their salt knows to wear cups these days. "I agree. Time for this dance to end." When she comes back in, before she starts to step back, he tries to release his secret weapon. Only to realize that an earlier strike had partially disabled the heavy duty taser in his chest plate. It partially fires, sparking between the pair of them and arcing electricty across the rooftop. And the resulting explosion from his chestplate blows him off the rooftop and into the alley below. Hopefully he's bought himself enough time with that blast though to crawl off and lick his wounds. Attempting to get away from the scene, he reaches into his pocket, and hits a button. Back on the rooftop, the helmet buzzes and then shorts itself out, smoke rising from within it through the eyeslits and beneath the helmet - he fried everything within it to make sure there's no salvage or tracing the tech. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Karai watches as the arc of electricity pulses, taking her by surprise and knocking her off her feet. She sneers at the pain, and scrambles back to her feet, quickly. The helmet's shorting catches her attention though, as she turns, expecting it to be an attack. By the time she realizes that it is just a defensive maneuver, it's added several seconds for the Red Hood to escape, and she dashes to the edge of the roof, scanning below for him.     She slams a palm on the stone ledge overlooking the alley below, and turns around to her wounded allies. She has her own mess to clean up, no time to chase the intruder. 
}}

6588/Morning After Steaks

2019-02-21T17:11:56Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/20 |Location=Gotham - Chelsea |Synopsis=After the events of (Movie Night with the Stars), Jason and Kitty get an unexpected visitor. |Cast..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/20
|Location=Gotham - Chelsea
|Synopsis=After the events of (Movie Night with the Stars), Jason and Kitty get an unexpected visitor.
|Cast of Characters=68, 296, 973
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Morning comes to the small Brownstone in the Chelsea section of Gotham. It's one of the many safehomes that Bruce has bought over the years to use as safehavens, and in this case, he's letting Jason use it as long as he plays by the Bat's rules of no killing. With light starting to spill in, he was the first one up, untangling and moving out of the bed to clean up and head downstairs. Making his way to where the coffee pot is, something feels a little off. Even in his pajama pants and fuzzy slippers, the man is always prepared as he heads straight to the utility drawer where he usually keeps.. Shit. Where's my gun? His attention snaps to the darker corner. "Don't you /knock/?" he asks in mild agitation of the shadows. He has a pretty good idea who is there. Bruce would have knocked. Because he would have known he had company. Dick would have too. Because he's polite. Tim has no reason to visit. "What do you want, squirt?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' The sound of water moving through the pipes of the old brownstone signifies that someone else is up and about in the house, while Jason is working on breakfast. After awhile the sound stops, giving way to the gentle pops of the hot water heater in the attic. Time to drain the noisy thing again. Always something to do with an older home. No sign yet of whomever it is upstairs. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian clicks his tongue, throwing his voice around the living room. "You talk in your sleep." He states from one corner, then from the opposite. "I wanted time away from the Tower, and the manor. Your domicile simply happened to be one where I could find and not be noticed." The sound of a slide pulling back and spitting out its chambered round rings out. "You shouldn't keep your firearms around children, Todd." He then removes the slide from the receiver. "And you should clean them once in a while." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "I clean them more than you shower." Jason responds, before he rolls his eyes. "Next time, call first. Never know when I might have company." he gives a glance upstairs where he hears the water running, rattling through the old pipes. "Bruce has ten more of these around the city. Which means you aren't just visiting to get out." he says simply. "We can discuss whatever it is later - you hungry?" And while Damian may be able to throw his voice with the best of him, there's a focused glare to where he heard the slide of the gun and the chambering. "And don't waste my ammo." There's a small sigh of frustration, before he turns to head to the coffee maker and get it going. "Still eat your steak rare?" 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "I shower every day thank you." He quips back at the Red Hood. "Oh you mean like right now, goddammit?" Damian says in response to the water running upstairs. "Wasting it would be using it. I am simply cycling it. You should try an Israeli setup, less bore height."   Damian raises his hoodie, the best he can do to distract from his face. He was after all the one who was in the tabloids recently. "Rare, yes."   Damian slips the gun to its completed stare again, placing it in his hoodie pouch. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "I have my gun setup just the way I like my gun setup. When I want your advice, I'll shake it out of you." Jason responds with a grunt. "And if you wanted a gun, you should have asked. Not that I'd given it to you." Fishing the steaks out of the fridge, he moves over to the oven to turn on the gas and start up the steaks on the cast iron griddle plate. As the first ones start to fry, the smell of the cooking meat starts to waif upstairs, along with the tantalizing smell of coffee. "Alfred making waffles again?" he asks. That's always a good reason to find someplace else for breakfast. Heading over to the cabinets, he takes out three plates and mugs to set on the counter. "Set the table at least." "Her name's Katherine." Not Kitty - if he says Kitty in front of Damian, he'll /never/ hear the end of it. "She's a guidance counselor at a school in Westchester. And I actually want this one to stay around. Get it?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Bare feet come down the stairs, followed by the rest of Kitty Pryde. She's wearing a man's blue dress shirt, legs bare beneath it, a few buttons done up in front to hold it closed. Her hair is still damp, hanging about her shoulders in falls of dark brown. She glances about, having heard voices, if not exactly what was being said. "Jason?" she says as she descends the stairs, not sure if he's on the phone, talking to himself or... oh. Talking to someone else. She hesitates there near the bottom of the stairs. "Want me to..." she says to Jason, indicating back up towards the top of the stairs to see if he wants some privacy. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "I am a weapon. I was going to put it back. I'm sure you did not want your 'booty call' to know you kept a firearm in your kitchen." Then the bit about keeping her pops up. "Fine. Does she know who your adopted by?" Damian says quickly before he throws the gun at Jason, a little harder than what was needed to get it to travel.   By the time Kitty starts descending the stairs, Damian is already setting the table, and changing his demeanor to the one he uses in public, shy and reserved. "Oh, hi. Let me get another place setting." He says in a quieted tone, head still mostly covered with hoodie. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Weapon. I'm well-aware of your status. You forget we share more than just who we call father." All the All-Caste and League of Assasins training he has had as well. For the next question, he responds, "She knows." Jason responds, "We haven't had the /other/ discussion yet, but yes." Snagging the gun from mid-air, he shoves it back in the drawer just as Kitty comes down to join them. "No need for all that, Katherine." he offers with a warm smile shot towards the young woman as he arrives. "I'd like you to meet someone..." And Then just like that, Damian changes everything up. He forgot how good of a chameleon that his little pain in the ass can be at times. Damn. Remind me to thank him later. "Damian, this is my girlfriend, Katherine Pryde. Katherine, this is Damian Wayne, my little brother." he offers in way of introduction. "Thanks for the assist, Damian." His attention shifts to Kitty to greet her with a brief kiss. "How do you like your steak?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde gives Jason a bright smile as she moves over to join him, turning her attention to Damian as the introduction is made. "Damian. Jason was tell me about you. It's really nice to get to meet you," she says to him. Kitty - Katherine - has a generally warm way about her, brushing back her hair as she reaches over to offer him her hand. "Oh, rare or medium or whatever you're making yours is fine," Kitty assures Jason on the steak. "I could go up and throw on something else," Kitty says, looking to Jason as she's just wearing the shirt she found laid out on the bed before she came down, though it hangs down to mid-thigh, keeping her more than modest. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian lowers his hood, no sense in covering his face anymore. His pale green eyes seem to pierce whatever they look at. "Hi, I'm, well. Damian, but you knew that." He gives a nervous chuckle before he shakes her hand, it's not nearly as strong as it should be. Somewhere closer to dead fish than New York power broker. "Nice to meet you, Katherine." He comments, moving his gaze soon after to gather a third place setting.   He continues to set the table, quietly. Chameleon indeed, Damian seems more akin to a kid of his own age rather than the annoying little shit he actually was. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Someday she's going to meet the real Damian and wonder what the hell was here this morning. Putting on the last of the steaks, Jason starts to work on the eggs to get them ready. "You look fine to me, Katherine. I was hoping maybe you could stay around a little while?" he asks her, "Or do you need to get back to work?" His attention turns to the food as he continues to prepare the meal. "I was just telling Damian that you were a guidance counselor. You work with children his age, right?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde gives Damian a friendly smile before turning back to Jason to say, "I can stick around. Jubilation... that's the other counselor, can handle today without me. She was before I started helping her out, anyway," Kitty says. She motions to the food and asks, "What can I do to help?" Kitty turns back to Damian and says, "Kids your age, yes. At a school over in northern New York. Though it's not my normal job. I'm going to college. Taking a semester off to come back home for awhile," she tells Damian. "What about you, what grade are you in?" she asks, assuming he's a high school student apparently. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, I'm homeschooled. I guess I'm kinda a freshman." Fifteen right? Is that the right grade?   He makes his best to change the subject from himself. "So, you like, tell kids what to do?" Making the subject to Kitty rather than him. "Oh, what's your major? I heard that on the TV that's what college kids do." Internally, Damian was kicking himself from seeming this...inept. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "It'll be just a few minutes on the steaks. How do you like your coffee?" Jason asks, as he keeps his attention on the meal for the moment. "And your eggs. I take mine over easy." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde tells Jason, "Over medium is my favorite. Easy is fine too if you want to pull them at the same time. And... maybe a little cream and sugar today if you have it? Though I drink it black sometimes too," Katherine says. She moves over to join Damian then, saying, "Well, not really tell them what to do. Give them someone to talk to when they need it. Maybe help suggest options. I used to go to the same school, so some of them remember me as a student there. More like being a big sister to them," Kitty says with a soft smile and shrug. "I'm working on a Ph.D in astrophysics," she tells Damian. Kitty only looks about 20, more like the age to be only partway into a bachelor's degree. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, schway! A PhD! I...don't really know what I want to do yet. I like animals, but I also like engineering." It was true at least, Damian had an affinity for both, but was much more advanced than he let on.   The youngest Wayne took a glass from the counter and fills it with orange juice. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "No cream. Will milk do?" Jason asks from the kitchen as he starts to plate the meals. Getting everything set up as best as he can, he brings out Kitty and Damian's meals first, setting them down before them before he retreats to get his own meal. When he returns, he's carrying the coffee pot as well as a half-gallon of milk and the sugar bowl that he sets down on the table before he moves to sit down between Kitty and Damian at the table. "I'm more of a grease monkey myself." he offers with a shrug. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde tells Jason, "Milk is perfect." Kitty goes over to take a seat and gives a soft, warm chuckle at Damian's reaction to her degree. "Both of those seem like great career options," Kitty says of Damian's interests. Kitty draws in a deep breath as the food is brought over. "Wow. He can cook too," Kitty says with an impressed look as she slowly nods her head. She looks up to Jason, her eyes shining with a bit of warmth. Though she keeps it restrained with Jason's kid brother being there. Kitty picks up the coffee cup, holding it with both hands. "So doing home schooling, do you get a chance to do any sports? Traveling teams or anything like that?" Kitty asks Damian. "You look like you're pretty fit," she says. A slouch can only do so much, but it could also be that Kitty might sense from his fake demeanor that he could use a boost of confidence. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:''' "I compete in martial arts. That's really it. I'm too short for basketball or football." A massive understatement, but he still did like to compete, just in higher stakes tournaments.   "Thanks, by the way." He comments before he starts digging into the steak and eggs. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Here's to hoping you learn a lot more about me." Jason says with a wink to Kitty as he starts in on his own meal. "Yeah, Damian's really great are martial arts. You should see all the trophies he has at the manor. We're real proud of him." the older brother offers as he tucks into the steak, before taking a sip of his coffee, keeping it plain black. "I heard that the Russians have sent one of their powered suits on a goodwill tour of the city." he comments thoughtfully. "It's pretty amazing stuff, all of that. But I'm just a guy." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde tries her food, giving an, "Mmmmmm," at it and looking like she's just short of stamping her feet in happiness. Which might remind Jason she didn't really have dinner last night, other than a few handfuls of cheetos popcorn. Mmm. Cheetos popcorn. </Homer> The brunette's gaze is on Damian as he talks about his martial arts competitions, and Jason adds to the tail. "Really? That's great. Seems like a great thing to get into. Not just the physical exercise, and knowing to defend yourself. But I've known a few people who seemed to really be helped by the focus and concentration and... centering that it gave them," Kitty comments to Damian. "After we eat, any chance I could get you to give me an exhibition?" Kitty asks of the younger brother. She takes a bite of her eggs before refocusing on Jason. "Powered suits? I hadn't heard. Is this like, Iron Man kind of stuff?" she asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Bruce pretty much has all of us train. Damian's more of the combat prowess." Jason offers, "But if you want to watch him throw me around for a bit." there's a smirk at that. "You better make it worth my while." His smile is warm as he watches Kitty enjoy her meal, pleased with himself. "Yeah. What did they call it. Crimson Dynamo?" Reaching over to the counter, he gets his phone. He scrolls a bit to find the story in the Gotham Gazette about the armor and it's pilot, Galina, visiting the city. "I'm guessing after that video on social media with the whole.. robots thing." Sentinels. It brings a flash of disappointment and anger to his features. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty - or Katherine - gives a soft laugh at the talk of Jason getting thrown around. "It sounds like it would certainly be worth /my/ while," Kitty tells him. She reaches over to give Jason's arm a soft touch. The young brunette woman has a fond smile for him as she makes that contact, though keeps it short to not nauseate Jason's younger brother. "Yes, the Russia stuff is, very troubling," Kitty says softly. "Makes you wonder what's really going on in there. The stuff that isn't managing to leak out," she says, looking troubled. Really, how much trouble could she get in if she hacked the Avengers database again, to find out what they know? It's something she's been considering for a few days. She looks up and smiles to Jason. Must be thinking about him, right? 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian looks a bit surprised at the request, then as he chews, looking between the two. Once he finishes the bite he answers. "Umm, sure if you want." He comments, a slight blush coming to his face. "Why would they be sending that around? Oh..." He saw that video, and it wasn't a good thing. Instead of anger, he was just showing sadness. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Working on finishing his meal, Jason considers for a moment. "It's totally troubling. Can only imagine if they try to introduce something like that in the States." he mentions as he feels the touch, and he reaches over to cover Kitty's hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze. She's /clearly/ thinking about him. Just like he's thinking about her, and not busting open the Crimson Dynamo armor to ask Galina more directly what her business in Gotham is after their first encounter caught him off-guard. Releasing her hand, he forks his eggs before sweeping it in the steak juice to eat them together. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde gives Damian a smile at his answer. "Excellent. So what style of martial arts is it?" Kitty asks before getting another bite of her eggs. "This is really good," she tells Jason when she finishes swallowing the bite. "Thank you for cooking. And I'm glad Damian was able to come over. It's nice getting to meet you," she says to him. Kitty works on her steak for a bit, sighing. She glances over to Jason, and he might see the extra warmth in her smile as he made the steaks rather than bacon. The gesture wasn't lost on her. "Were you wanting to go see the exhibit, the armor?" she asks Jason. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian gives a sheepish smile before nodding. "I hold black belts in tae kwon do, judo, and jujitsu." Among many others, but three was enough for the public face. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "Showoff." Jason says with a teasing smirk to Damian at the mention of his only modest three black belts. "Yeah. I considered it. Would you want to go with me?" he asks Kitty curiously. "Though it is totally my turn to visit you, if I recall right?" he asks. As he finishes his plate, he sets it aside, working instead on his coffee to finish it. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde is still eating, though getting near to finishing. "Wow. Black belts in all three? That's pretty amazing, Damian," Kitty tells him. "And you're what, like, 15?" she asks. Ok, she thinks he's more like 13 or 14 thanks to his acting, but said 15 to be on the safe said. God bless the safe side. Kitty takes a sip of her coffee and tells Jason, "I'd be willing to go if you'd like," she tells him. "And, yes it is, but I'm here in town now. So why not?" she offers. Kitty slides a hand over, just resting it against Jason's arm, fingers resting there as she finishes up the last of her meal. Just a few more bites and then she pulls her hand back as she stands up and begins bussing any empty plates to the sink. "You cooked, so I get to clean up," she says, starting in washing. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah, I'm fifteen." He comments, giving another smile. "I spend a lot of time on it. Just, you know, like to work on the skills." It was his sport, and he was as devoted to it as other athletes his age. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' "I can help you clean. It's about time for Damian to get back to the manor to start on his lessons. We can do the sparring thing later. She does a little training in martial arts as well." Jason offers, beaming a warm smile of pride to Kitty. Clearly that was a hint to Damian. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde washes the plates, and gets the pans to start in on them. "That's great that you have been learning so much from it. Maybe that'll end up being a career for your some day on its own?" Kitty tells Damian with a smile. The comment from Jason results in Kitty giving a soft laugh. "Oh, I imagine any of my experience there is /far/ different from Damian's." Lord let that be the case. Poor kid shouldn't go through something like that. 

:'''{{#var:973|Damian Wayne (973)}} has posed:'''      Damian takes a moment to look at his WayneTech watch, seeing the time. "Oh no, yeah I have to get back. Dad doesn't like it when I'm late." He starts rushing to get himself together. "Thanks for breakfast, Jason! Nice to meet you, Katherine!" He calls out, bounding out of the space, hoping to catch the next bus. 
}}

6577/Movie Night with the Stars

2019-02-20T13:54:02Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/20 |Location=Gotham - Chelsea |Synopsis=The second date between Kitty Pryde and Jason Todd finds them realizing that there's something more..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/20
|Location=Gotham - Chelsea
|Synopsis=The second date between Kitty Pryde and Jason Todd finds them realizing that there's something more there than a love of good movies and laughing.
|Cast of Characters=68, 296
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Jason had called Kitty earlier in the evening, and sent a car up to the school to pick up the young woman from the school. He only gave an address - it leads to a brownstone in the residential area of Chelsea, standing among the other homes - it seems quite nice and homey. However, when she's dropped off outside the home, she'll find a little sign that reads 'Come around back'. Little glow in the dark stars on the ground light the way. When she makes her way around, and past the gate, there's another sign next to the stairs in the back. 'Climb on up'. The stair railings are decorated with little led lights that twinkle against the wood. At the top of the stairs, set up on the roof of the brownstone, she'll find Jason, dressed comfortably for the cold weather in a sweatshirt and jeans with a pair of tennis shoes. A portable propane heater is providing ambient heat, and a billowing sheet has been set up like a canopy. Across from the canopy is a screen with a projector connected to a video player, and Jason is putting on the last bit of cheesy powder on the popcorn. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty looks at the sign curiously, and then does as instructed. She follows it along until she finds the stairs. Smiling at the lights, she makes her way on up until she reaches the roof. Kitty's eyes sweep across the rooftop, seeing what Jason has set up, and a soft, warm smile grows across her face. "Need a hand with anything?" Kitty asks as she walks over to join him. Once she's over by Jason, she smiles and reaches out to brush her fingers over his arm gently. "Cheetos powder," she says with a grin as he prepares the popcorn. She looks over at the screen and asks, "So what's the movie for tonight?" Kitty moves a little closer to the heater, feeling how much warmth it is putting out. Enough to keep off the worst of the cold, at least. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Hey." Jason greets, waiting for Kitty to join him. The touch to his arm brings a smile to his face, but he doesn't move to kiss the woman, letting her lead for now. His blue eyes watch her, and his fingers brush against hers. "I decided that I'd split the difference between our favorites." Holding up the vid disk, he grins. "The Apartment - the original - not the remake." he offers to her warmly, as he gestures to where a wicker loveseat has been set up with a small table in optimal viewing position. "Didn't know if you haven't eaten yet or not, so I was torn on ordering dinner." Hey, he can't do everything perfect, after all. "But I do have our choice of sodas - from regular cola to orange drink." He grins at that, reaching up to caress her cheek lightly. "You look as beautiful as the first time I saw you, Kitty." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde pulls off her gloves and slides them into her pockets. "I had a little snack, since I wasn't sure if we were doing dinner or not," Kitty says with a soft laugh. "I guess maybe we should have been clearer?" she suggests as she smiles over to Jason. "Excellent choice," she says of his choice on the movie. The young woman looks over to him, and as he gives her cheek that tender touch, Kitty smiles and looks down to give a shy smile. "Now you're just trying to flatter me," she complains. "And worse, it's totally working," Kitty adds as she peeks back up at him. She moves over the rest of the way to Jason, and slips her arms about him to give him a hug. "Thank you for going to all of this work for me," she tells him as she looks at the furniture and the screen and projector and everything. "It really is flattering that you cared enough to," she tells him, looking up into his eyes as she stands close with him. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "What, this?" Jason grins at Kitty, feeling her close the distance as she embraces him. The warmth of her body against his is it's own intoxicant, and he breathes in the scent of the shampoo in her hair. "You were talking about how much you enjoy the stars - I wanted to bring them down for you." He's no superhero, he can't just reach up and bring them down - but he'll do his own budget version of it. "And now you're trying to distract me, and it's working." he murmurs in response, tilting his head down to look at her in return. His hands rest lightly on her shoulders, and this time, it's his turn to bite his lower lip as he considers the young woman that he finds the eyes of. "We could just call in a pizza." he suggests to her, before tilting down, his lips brushing gently against her cheek as he murmurs against her ear. "And we totally forget about the movie." he adds playfully. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Not just shampoo in her hair. Up close, the perfume that Kitty applied sparingly is noticeable. A beautiful scent that she got from Illyana one year for Christmas, and that she only wears on special occasions now. That must make this a special occasion then. But Kitty gives a soft laugh and says, "Oh no, not after you set all of this up. The popcorn, and your company, will be more than enough," she tells him. Kitty pauses to look around the area at the rooftops of the other buildings. And the Gotham skyline, those taller buildings rising in the distance, many of them adorned with fancy gothic statues and corner pieces. "And you said coming to Gotham too often was a bad idea," Kitty says, turning back to Jason. "It seems like so far I'm two-for-two on it," she says. She smiles and moves over to take a seat on the wicker furniture then as she watches Jason. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Grinning as she becomes the pratical one, Jason laughs. "Ah, the fruits of my labor deny me again." he says with a chuckle. As she goes to get comfortable, he heads over to the player to set up the movie, grabbing the remote. Heading over to the bench, he takes up a blanket as he sets it at the foot of the seats and moves to settle in close to Kitty, setting the bowl nearby. "So what's been new at the school? You never told me what you were teaching there." he admits as he settles into the seat and reaches up to press play on the remote. "I've had a couple of contracts come up - in town stuff, shouldn't keep me from having to do too many late night, but if I don't answer for a while, just wanted to make sure you knew it wasn't because I didn't want to." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde smiles as Jason comes over to join her. With the heater there, and Jason, she slips off her jacket, though keeps it nearby in case it gets too cold. She's wearing a light blue sweater, the sleeves extra long, and two-toned pants, with a pair of nice boots. Kitty snuggles over for warmth once Jason is settled, happy to have the blanket over her. "Not teaching. I could, but really, I'm not sure that teaching is what I want to," Kitty tells him. "Guidance counselor for the time being, along with my friend Jubilation. Though she told me that I have to be the bad cop if it comes up," the brunette tells Jason. "Mmm. So, contracts, not out with your other girlfriends then," Kitty says, giving a slow nod as if seeing how it is. She leans in against Jason as the movie starts up. As they are lying there, watching the open credits, a few snow flakes start to drift down. Just the lightest fall. Kitty sits up, holding out a hand and looking up. "Ok, if you arranged this, you went all out," she says with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' As she presses close to him, his own scent is there - fresh linen and just a hint of sandlewood and leather cologne. "Guidance counselor. So you mold young minds with granite and dynamite." he offers with a grin down towards her as she gets settled in and comfortable. His hand trails against the corded wool of her sweater, enjoying the feel of it just as the snow starts up. She sits up to take it in and he chuckles. "No, Kitty, that would be just dumb luck on my part." he admits with a warm laugh as he sits up to watch some of the flakes hit against the heater just to evaporate immediately. "When you're done being a guidance counselor, what's your plan after that? Going to become a principal? Maybe run your own school?" he asks her curiously. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' That is a good question. Run her own school. Run Xavier's school? Just hope that she's still alive. The future isn't something that Kitty has given as much thought to of late, focusing instead on where she is. "I still haven't really decided," she tells him honestly. "And it's probably just for the semester, the guidance counselor part. I will probably go back to Oxford after, finish up my degree in astrophysics," she tells him. She had mentioned degrees in computer science and English literature before, or where those already obtained? Kitty watches the movie, and rests her head over against Jason's shoulder. "So you mentioned having two brothers. Do they both live in Gotham as well?" Kitty asks him. "Do you get to see them very often?" She turns her head from the movie to regard Jason after asking the question. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Sounds like you're planning to be an astronaut teacher professor." Jason says with a grin. "I'm starting to think I'm a little out-classed." he admits with a small chuckle, as he closes his eyes, feeling the warmth of her against him. "Most of my education is from the streets - Bruce made sure I had a proper education, but college wasn't exactly in the cards. A little too thick headed for that." he says with a casual smile. Not that he doesn't have other skills, after all. "I don't really get along with my brothers." he admits finally. With his arm settled around Kitty, his hand moves, tracing the cover of her arm to find her hand and caresses it with his own. "We see each other on occassion, but they run in their own circles, and I have my own. It's usually a rare occassion that brings us together." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde's fingers brush back against Jason's. Very gently, seeming to explore his touch as she has her head tilted up to listen to him. "I'm sorry that you're not closer," she tells him quietly. "Did you say that you were 13 when you were adopted? If you don't mind me asking about things like this, that is? I was just wondering if you ever got closed with your new family. Was it more like a foster family to you, or were you still at an age you could adjust to seeing a father and brothers?" Kitty's fingers slowly lace with his, if Jason allows it. She glances to the movie, but really her attention is on Jason right now. She turns a little bit more towards him, her head resting against his shoulder as she cradles in the warmth of his warm beneath the blanket. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "By the time I was adopted, Dick had already moved out." Jason explains. As he feels their fingers twine, and combine, his own fingers gently squeeze hers as he watches her and feels her turn to him. The movie's slowly becoming forgotten about as the two get cozy with the other as the snow continues to lightly fall. "Tim came along after I left to go figure myself out." An easier way to say that Tim came after he died. "We're thick as thieves when we need to be, but most of the time, we're doing our own things. It's how we all would have wanted it, I imagine. Bruce is givng most of his attention to Damian these days." there's a nebulous shrug in his shoulders. "Did I ask you if you had any siblings? I mean, you mention that the girl in the painting was your best friend - but I don't think I got any further with your family than that." he admits quietly, his other hand settling on her side as he lightly turns into her touch, bringing them closer together. Meanwhile on the screen, Karl had just punched Bud, and Fran kisses him afterwards, grateful for not revealing her affair with Sheldrake - and prompting Bud to respond that the punch, 'Didn't hurt a bit'. "He was actually supposed to dodge." Jason says with a smirk. "But he zigged when he should have zagged and was really hit. Wilder decided to keep the real punch in the film." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "No siblings. Only daughter," Kitty tells him after listening to Jason's family tale. "Lost my father a few years ago. My mother is still back home in Deerfield, Illinois," Kitty tells him. "I left to go away to school when I was 13. Don't have much other family. One cousin," Kitty adds. "But I have a lot of close friends from school. I've been very fortunate in that regard," the young woman tells him. She looks back to the movie, watching it for awhile with Jason. Kitty gets some of the cheese popcorn to nibble on. Sure enough, before long her fingers are turning orange. The powder builds up on your fingers so you either need a napkin hand - a bunch of them - or else you just have to suck them clean. Kitty tries to do it discretely at least. "What was life in the home like, before you got adopted?" Kitty asks him. Her eyes are soft and compassionate. "I think you said you had some hard times there?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I'm sorry about your father." Jason states quietly. "Mine died when I was young. Mom bailed. I was raised by an aunt and uncle. They weren't any better." Jason admits quietly. "Spent a lot of nights under the table with my dog while they fought. Forced me out into the streets." he shrugs his shoulders, reaching over to snack on the popcorn. "I don't want to ruin tonight by talking about them." he admits quietly. He watches the movie with her, the two of them loosely holding hands, before he considers. "You asked about exes." She made a joke about it, but he caught onto it. "I haven't had anything I'd consider a girlfriend in a few years." he admits quietly. "And that was when I was in Asia. I've had some dates, but nothing that ever really panned out." "Guess what I'm saying is, right now, there's only you- and I'm not changing that. I mean, not like outright asking if you want to go steady or anything like that, but like you said, I enjoy our time together. And you make me want to try harder." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde's attention is pulled away from the movie again. She reaches up as he talks, fingers gently picking a snow flake from his hair. Holding it on a finger tip while it melts, though her eyes stay on Jason. As he relates his family history, and imparts his lack of desire to go into it deeper, the young woman seems to understand, and doesn't ask more about it. Kitty smiles softly, nestling her head against his shoulder anew as Jason says the last part. "I've enjoyed spending time with you as well, Jason," she tells him. "I'd had a kind of serious boyfriend for a few years," she says softly. Her tongue moves over her lips for a moment, wetting them before she looks over to the movie screen rather than to Jason, as she says, "Until about a year ago. When I left for Oxford again. We had quite a fight about me going. I probably said some things I should have. I'm normally pretty good, but sometimes when I get upset I can go off a little bit," Kitty admits, blushing. "Well, we haven't spoke. Texted. Emailed, the whole time I was gone. And... it's not like it's his fault. I could have reached out to him too. But I think that neither of us did, maybe it's run its course," Kitty says quietly. She looks back to Jason finally. "Part of why I came home was seeking closure. Not necessarily to reconcile but just... to not wonder." Kitty reaches her hand up to softly touch Jason's face. "I figured you deserved to know that. I am not going to let a great guy like you go, not without giving this a try. But, just, you should know I do have that baggage. He wasn't here. when I got back. He's in Russia. The painter? Peter," Kitty says softly. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Jason listens thoughfully to her as she speaks. His attention is turned away from the movie as he nods slowly. "You're your own woman, Kitty. You deserve to pursue your dreams." he says finally, before drawing in a breath and considers it. "So he was here, and could come back. I suppose I could wait until you make up your mind on that." The fact that she mentions it was the very painter that the pair of them met over causes him to tense, ever so slightly, beneath her. "I'm not exactly a fan of letting you go, myself, Kitty Pryde." he says finally. "I mean, I don't usually go.. this far out to try to impress someone that's clearly out of my league." Even as she touches his cheek and leaves little cheese powder marks there on his skin. "I don't have any big complications like that - but if anything does come up, we'll talk." he promises her. "I want this to work as well. Because you're pretty great yourself." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde looks up at Jason as he speaks of not being a fan of letting her go. "Then don't let me go," she tells him. Kitty looks into his eyes and then she slides a leg across his body unless Jason stops her. Straddling him beneath the blanket, and lying forward, her body resting completely atop his. She's very slender, but also toned. And she's developed curves that she didn't have when she was younger, their softness felt against Jason's chest as she lies there, her face just before his. "Don't let me go?" she asks him. Kitty's touch touches her lips and then she leans in towards Jason, head tilting so her lips might find their way to his more easily. So long as she senses him wanting the kiss, senses him leaning towards her. Kitty's heart races even as she feels a hand try to close around it and squeeze as she opens herself up to the possibility of rejection. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' There's surprise on Jason's face when Kitty takes charge and settles over him. There's a movie? What movie. Her statement - then her question cause him to blink a little. And for once, there's no quip. There's no smart little remark that he wants to make to try to defuse the situation. He realizes when there is something more serious as she leans in to him. There's no backing away - instead, he accepts. Her. All of her. He will not let her go. Despite the softness of her curves, he can feel her heart racing - his is too admittedly as he looks into those warm eyes of hers. "I told you I wanted to see the stars in your eyes." he whispers. There's a gentle tilt as his hand settles on her sides, holding her, drawing her closer to him. There's a gentle tangle to them as he leans into her, meeting her mouth softly at first, warm electrcity racing through him as he accepts her mouth to his - and his eyes hood slightly as he pulls her closer. Not letting go. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Will Jason ever know how hard that was for Kitty. For all of her feeling like a grown woman, a confident woman during her time in Oxford? She finds herself trembling rather than being able to close those final inches to him. Until he looks up into her eyes and he gives her that acceptance. Kitty's eyes shine with such warmth when he does. And then he's drawing her to him. The hand of fear that gripped her heart is banished as Kitty gives herself over to his guidance. Letting her lips be drawn in to his. Kitty's shivers are good things now as she gives her lips gently into his kiss. The strength of his arms about her, pulling her body up his are a balm. Feeling safe within his strong embrace, Kitty surrenders the sweetest of kisses to his lips. Kissing Jason back, cradled in the safety of his arms. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' His arms leave her sides to settle around her back, and Jason kisses Kitty for several moments, before finally breaking it. There's warmth in his eyes. He wanted this - just as much as she did. The fear was mutual, as was the acceptance. The warmth and softness of her are eagerly enjoyed, taken in, relished for what they are. He draws strength from her conviction - her making the first move emboldened his own, and then there's a warm smile, his eyes bright and playful. "You taste like Cheetos." he whispers gently. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde blushes a little, looking down and laughing as the kiss breaks and he says that. The kiss? It was so sweet. So tender. It was the kind of kiss that a woman doesn't give unless she is developing feelings for someone. And the humor after is the perfect touch. Jason puts her fears to rest. Kitty smiles and looks back up into his eyes. "I hope that's not a kick me out and make me go home offense," she tells Jason. She reaches up with the fingers of her not-orange hand. Softly touching his cheek as she just gazes so deeply into his eyes. "I like you," she tells him softly, her head resting on his chest. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Nope." Jason says and grins up at Kitty as she settles in and gets cozy and finds himself lost in those eyes. "..I happen to like Cheese puffs. But I'm not going to call you that." There's a lightness to his voice, one that is trying to find his way - and it is her guidance that is bringing him to her. "I just got you. Why would I want to kick you out? Now, if you eat crackers in the bed, we'll have to talk." There's a warmth to his tone as his hand reaches up to cover the one on his cheek, he meets her eyes. "I like you too." he responds quietly, honestly. The movie has long since been over, and the splash screen is just playing over and over. "..do you want to go downstairs?" he asks her quietly, opening the invitation - and the suggestion to her. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty looks back into his eyes. It's one of those moments she doesn't really have to say anything for him to know how she is feeling. The students at her school must find it easy to talk to eyes like this. Though hopefully none of them are getting quite so much light shined out of her eyes as Jason is getting! "It will cost me. But I'll forgo my Ritz addiction. For /you/," Kitty tells him with all of the sincerity she can muster before breaking out into the warmest of smiles. As Jason asks her if she wants to go inside with him, Kitty looks down, her cheeks taking on just a little bit of color. A demure smile as she looks back up and over to him. Giving a silent little nod of her head, and that smile, letting him know she very much would like to. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I'll just have to find something just as drastic to give up for you." Jason responds, leaning up to kiss her again, warm, soft, affectionate. And then his eyes open, and he studies her. Perhaps he's a little nervous at the idea, but he chuckles as he nudges her gently. "Have to let me up first." he reminds her playfully, and if she does let him up, he'll make sure the projector and heater are off before leading her to the roof access door and down into his room. 
}}

6554/Kingston Park Art Appreciation

2019-02-18T22:39:15Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/18 |Location=Gotham - Kingston Park |Synopsis=Jason and Kitty meet over a piece of art in the Park. They end up having dinner together and..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/18
|Location=Gotham - Kingston Park
|Synopsis=Jason and Kitty meet over a piece of art in the Park. They end up having dinner together and discuss learning more about each other.
|Cast of Characters=68, 296
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The area of Kingston Park has long been used to show off the cultural side of Gotham City. Today, it is being used to hold an art show. There have been sculptures and paintings that have been brought out and set up along the walking paths - showcasing artists from around the area. The charity involved is one that helps disadvantaged youth of Gotham. Jason Todd is here today, dressed casually, but his clothing shows a slightly upper-class branding as he is walking and admiring some of the paintings when he notices a painting that is listed as being done by the artist 'Peter Nicholas'. It's canvas is drawing several admirers to the lifelike painting of a field of flowers, and a blonde girl sitting in the middle of it, making a flower crown. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty had forgotten by now that she'd set up the automated search for Peter Nicholas. But like any good program, it continued to run in the background. She was just finishing placing a bunch of tinfoil origami cranes in articles of clothing when her phone chimed. "Huh. A painting," she says, seeing the mention of the painting from a small Gotham dealer. A game of phone tag ensued, but eventually Kitty ended up with the time and place of the art show where the painting was going to be. The trip to Gotham left her plenty of time to think. And toy with a necklace with a Star of David icon hanging from it. Finally she arrives at the Park. Not as familiar with the city, Kitty climbs out of the Uber, looking about at the surrounding buildings. "So Gothic," she comments to herself, before beginning to wander through the park, looking at the various artwork. A few pieces catch her notice and delay her, but mostly Kitty is seeking out a painting of a girl in a field of flowers, making a crown of them. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' There's already a few bids on the piece of art that have pushed it close to the five thousand dollar range. Most people have mentioned that it's pretty, but they aren't willing to pay the price for it. Approaching the painting, Jason lowers his sunglasses, studying the painting curiously, and looking at the signature, and then back at the painting again. "Huh. Did this in Russia, I guess." he offers up thoughtfully, eyes scanning over the image. Now how would he know something like that? 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' The sound of footsteps on the grass behind him might be noticed if Jason Todd has good enough hearing. Kitty Pryde walks up, head tilting as if she is wondering if she heard the man right or if her ears were playing tricks on her. Kitty glances to Jason but only briefly, as her eyes end up drawn to the painting itself. She leans forward towards the painting where it stands on the easel. Seeing the signature, and then looking at the figure in the field itself. The resemblance to Illyana is there, enough to make Kitty break out into a soft smile. She straightens again, glancing at the bidding and lets out a breath as she sees the amount. Well, there goes that thought. Kitty takes a moment to look around again, eyes going back to Jason Todd. "Excuse me, are you familiar with this artist at all?" she asks him, motioning towards the painting in question. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I heard he was a building superintendent once?" Jason asks, arching a brow as the young man turns his attention to the pretty burnette that addresses him. The small shock of white hair in his bangs causes him to stand out a little more - it definetly does not look like a dye job. Returning his attention to the painting, he considers it. "The flowers. They're Mountain arnicas. You only find those in Eastern Russia." he explains to Kitty with a little grin. "I travelled there once when I was younger. The fields there are breathtaking." He offers his hand to the woman. "Jason." he offers in greeting to her. "You from around here?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde looks back to the painting, the young woman leaning forward to look more closely at the flowers. She'd mostly focused on the girl in the painting, of course. "Oh, interesting," Kitty says, chewing on her lip for a moment before straightening again. As the man offers her his hand, Kitty shakes it, offering a soft. "Kitty. Or... Katherine. But most people go with Kitty. Or Kat. Or they make up their own nickname," she says, giving a little exhale that blows a few wisps of hair off where they hang from her cheek. "Honestly I don't know how my friends know when another refers to me, they all use different names." She looks back to the painting. "Well, I'm glad it looks like it's appreciated," Kitty says as she looks at the bids again. "Very pretty," Kitty says, eying the painting, though the comment could be about her best friend that is the subject, should one realize that. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Well, until I get to know you better, I'm going to stick to Kitty. Since that's what you used first. You know the artist?" comes the question from Jason as he removes his sunglasses and puts them away. "I heard that he disappeared some years back and hasn't been seen since." there's a shrug of his shoulders in thought as he turns his attention from the painting to the young woman. "I was just considering it for purchase. There's a children's home I was part of when I was young I think it would look nice in, once it's been rebuilt." Ma Gunn. Used to be a criminal. Til I threw her out a window. Now she's reformed. It would be nice to help her out. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' The young woman smiles at the choice of Kitty, and is just looking back to the painting when Jason asks her about the artist. "I'm familiar with him," Kitty says, nodding slowly. She's wearing dark pants with a sweater, and the toes of boots sticking out from the pants legs. There's a necklace about her throat with a Star of David hanging from it. Kitty's fingers move to touch it as she says, "The little girl is the artist's sister, actually." Kitty is just taking out her phone and snapping a photo of the painting when Jason mentions the part about considering it for purchase. Kitty stops and looks over to him, her expression softening. "Really, you were?" she asks. Kitty looks back to the painting and a little smile turns up the corner of her lips. "I would guess that both the artist, and the sister, would probably like it, if it ended up somewhere like that," Kitty tells him. Her eyes staying with Jason this time rather than drifting back to the painting. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "You sound as if you are an expert on the artist. Are you a friend of his, then? Or just a historian?" Jason asks curiously. As for his own dress - it would be considered suit casual. The slacks are tailored, the shoes are leather, Italian. A nice dress shirt - with a leather jacket. That one sign of rebellion in it all, as he reaches up to brush his hand through his hair for a moment of thought. Then he glances at the price tag. He can afford it. With the decision made in his mind, and perhaps to foolishly impress a pretty girl, Jason waves over the consierge that is holding the bids. "I'll go ahead and pay the full reserve." "Sir, it's ten thousand five hundred." "Yeah, I know." "Very well, congratulations, sir. May I know who to bill this to?" There's a moment of thought and Jason hits 'send' on his phone. "Bill it to the Wayne Foundation." That might get Kitty's attention. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' A mother tows her crying child through the crowd. Apparently the 6-year-old doesn't quite appreciate art like his mother was hoping he would. Kitty's brown eyes drift over, the young woman giving a soft grin before she turns back to Jason, hearing the question about her familiarity with the artist. "His sister. She's one of my best friends," Kitty says, motioning to the painting. Her fingers start to move towards the necklace for just a moment, but are stopped. Perhaps a pang of guilt at not including her connection to the artist. "That's really..." Kitty says as Jason completes the purchase. She clears her throat. "I think she'll really like hearing where it's going. Thank you. It was a long trip out here looking for the painting. I think you sort of just made the whole trip worthwhile," Kitty says, looking down and giving a soft smile. Kitty hesitates a moment and then says, "Jason, would you have time, and the inclination, to maybe go get a cup of coffee or something? My treat?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' As he watches the kid go by with her mom, Jason wacthes the pair for a moment and then chuckles, glancing back to Kitty. "I am firmly of the belief that you shouldn't try to expose a child to culture until they're ten. Young Einsteins nonwithstanding." There's a hint of a tease in his voice, before his attention returns to the brunette. "Sir, do you want to have the painting wrapped up to bring with you?" "No. It seems that I have other plans for the evening." he states, a glance given to Kitty and a smile. "Totally accepting a cup of coffee." he responds with a chuckle. "Though I'll warn you, in Gotham, the coffee may pull a knife on you." He might be serious about that. "And it would be nice to tell you a little about where it's going - after all, it's part of myself as well." he admits. "And give me a chance to know more about you." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' A soft, pleased smile graces Kitty's face as Jason accepts the offer. There's also a little bit of shyness in the way she looks down from his eyes too, as if inviting men out for coffee isn't something the young woman does on a regular basis. "I've been drinking Turkish coffee lately. Something I brought back from England for a friend who is a major caffeine addict. Though not something we need to seek out," Kitty says. "The thought of the Turkish coffee with a knife is probably more than I can handle right now," the young woman tells him. Kitty watches as the transaction for the painting is finished and tells Jason, "I'd appreciate that. You said you were part of the children's home when you were younger?" Kitty asks. "You mentioned the Wayne Foundation as well? That's Bruce Wayne's charity isn't it?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I do enjoy a good strong cup of Kuru Kahveci Mehmet Efendi. But I am game to about anything." Jason offers. "Did you drive down here, or may I offer you a ride?" he asks, as they walk across the park to the parking lot. And his choice? A hefty looking motorcycle that looks like it was built custom. "I'm more amicable to talk over coffee." he chuckles, giving her a wink before he moves to settle on the bike and waits to see if he joins her. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde walks along at Jason's side as the two move through the park. Past various paintings, sculptures, and all manner of other exhibits. A live glass blower causes Kitty to pause for just a moment, smiling at the fanciful creation being made before their eyes. But only a moment, she quickening her step and smiling at Jason softly as she catches back up to him, even if it was just a step behind that she fell. "I did not drive, actually. I'm only back in the States for... what has it been, a week?" Kitty says. Boggling for a moment at how much has happened in that time. She looks the bike over. If Jason feared she might be a girl who would react negatively to the bike, that worry might be dissuaded as Kitty says, "Wow, this looks like it would be a lot of fun," she tells him. "Glad I didn't wear a skirt today," she adds as she climbs on the back of the bike quite nimbly. Her arms go about his torso as she leans forward, pressing lightly to his back. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' It is a pleasant stroll across the park, the pause at the glass blower was a nice pause, it gives Jason a chance to size the young woman up, before they arrive at the bike. When Kitty gets settled onto the back. "Alright, you give the directions, I'll drive. Better than Uber." he says with a chuckle. When she gets snuggled in, he gives her hand a couple of pats, just to make sure she knows she's secure, before he revs the bike. And as he enters the Gotham traffic, he's already deciding to take it easy - he's taking the scenic rout around the city. "You mind if we make a detour?" he asks her. Not that he was really seeking permission. As they take the elevated highway, Kitty can see that Gotham is a lot more dour than Metropolis or New York. It's old - but she carries her age with a certain grace. She's a fighter - she may be hunched. She may be run-down. But she'll never give up. Taking a exit off the highway, the streets here are less crowded. There are more cars that are older models - turn of the century vehicles or older - the buildings here are more run down. But eventually, he comes upon a small area. A stately colonial home stands behind a large wrought iron gate, the grounds are still being tended to, but it's clear that the building is under construction. "You wanted to know where the painting was going?" Jason asks as he pulls up into the driveway, and shuts off the bike for the moment. "This is Ma Gunn's Home for Wayward Youth. After I thought my parents died, this is where I ended up at." he explains. "Spent some tough years here." Xavier's home it is not. No where near. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' The ride along the elevated expressway gives Kitty plenty of time to oggle the city like she couldn't from down in the midst of the tall buildings. Her head rests against Jason's back, snug against him as she enjoys the ride despite the brisk air and the extra wind. His body is warm enough to offset that, though perhaps her cheeks are just a little rosier than they started when they arrive at the place Jason wishes to show her. Kitty keeps her feet out of the way, apparently used to being on the back of a motorcycle as she turns to look over towards the large home. Her arm is still about Jason's torso, hand resting across his abdomen. "But they turned out to be ok, your parents?" she asks. "Or, we can talk about it later, if you want to talk about it," she says, remembering him saving the deeper comments for the coffee house. "I think if it brings any kinds going through hard times a bit of joy to see, that Peter and Illyana would be very happy to know that," Kitty tells him. She rests her cheek against his back a little bit more as she gazes at the house. Maybe not really realizing she's doing it, just taken by the warm thought. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "No, dad was dead. Mom.. well.." So she sold me to the Joker. Her payment? She got to watch me get beat to an inch of my life. Oh. Then we both died in an explosion. That'd go over well, right? "She passed away as well. no happy ending on that front, sorry." He lifts his glance to the home. "I was found by Bruce Wayne." he explains, as he considers the building. "Apparently he saw something, because he chose to adopt me." There's a little chuckle at that. "That makes me one of the lucky ones. Because I was already a teenager when that happened." Lucky that he caught me stealing the tires off the Batmobile. She feels nice pressed up against him, but he's not rushing anything along, instead just enjoying the moment as it was. "So that's how I'm connected to the Wayne Foundation." Maybe he should have led with his last name, right? "And that is my story and tale of woe and triumph and all that stuff. But Bruce is paying to have this place restored after a gas main explosion nearly leveled it." Black Mask bombed it to send a message - she doesn't need to know that. "Gutted the inside pretty good. So it's going to need replacement everything. I'm going to make sure that your friend's painting ends up in the girl's dorm." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' The stately house can only hold Kitty's attention for so long as Jason shares those bits of his history with her. The kind of history that can hang like a dark cloud over someone. A cloud they never emerge from. Kitty knows full well how people with those kind of histories can turn out. Many of them have tried to kill her. But she doesn't sense that at all from Jason. Kitty's expression softens slightly. Boy. How do you follow that up. "It's great what you're doing. If Piotr knew where the painting was going to end up... well. He'll be happy to find out. I can't think of a better place for it," Kitty tells him. "And you're probably saving it from going in someone's guest bathroom. You know, where Aunt Mildred will look at in the mirror as she flosses, and yell asking who the girl with the flowers is," Kitty says. Because humor. It's a go to. Kitty's hand gives Jason's stomach a gentle pat. Not expecting the firmness she finds. Damn. Pilates? 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Crunches. Lots of crunches. "And then she'd turn up her nose and be all 'pish posh, you should have gotten the dogs playing poker instead'." Just like that, Jason can find his own humor in the situation as he gives a chuckle to her. Glancing over his shoulder. "So, what's your story. What brings a good Jewish girl to Gotham City?" he asks her playfully. "Or is that something to save for when we're in more cozy surroundings?" There's another glance towards the building, considering it for a moment as he looks towards a second floor window. That was where his room for a short time. "Careful with the patting, you're going to remind me that I'm hungry and I'm going to have to ask if you're free for dinner." he comments with a wink over his shoulder. With that, he waits for her approval to start up the motorcycle to continue on towards the coffee shop. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "Dinner and coffee then," Kitty agrees. "My story. Oh, yes, maybe let's save that for dinner? Though I think maybe what brought me to Gotham? Was to come and experience this," Kitty tells him. She reaches out with her left hand, the right still wrapped about him gently. Gesturing towards the home. "All of this. I don't know. Maybe I just needed a little reminder of a few things. And this was it. I don't know if you believe in anyone up there looking out for us or not. But today might be one of those days to give any doubts I might have pause," Kitty tells him. And then she returns the left hand to holding onto him as well, giving a gentle tap to let him know that she's ready. And if she rests her cheek a little closer on the ride back, perhaps it is a little less to do with the wind than it was on the trip here. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The heart that beats beneath her cheek is a strong rhythm - if she knew that same heart had been at a dead stop for six months, she may have other ideas about being pressed so close. "So nostalgia. I suppose that's what keeps me around here sometimes." he admits with a smirk. Then when he sees her expression, and his own softens a few degrees. "There's this saying I heard in a song once. Live in California, but leave before it makes you soft. Live in Gotham, but leave before it makes you hard. I think I went past expiration sometimes." Expiration! Ha. I kill me. "So maybe I should be thanking you in turn for the reminder that there is plenty of things around here that are worth trying hard for. Especially when they come so nice looking." There's a smile towards her, before his attention returns to the bike, and he kickstarts it, causing the dull roar to grow and thrum through both of them as he guides the motorcycle out of the cul-de-sac and out onto the street as he heads back towards the highway. Over the bike's comm, he asks. "What type of food are you in the mood for? Or is this one of these 'surprise me' things?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' If there was not a temptation for her fingers to move across his stomach or abs after the comment about him being in Gotham too long, there was at least a thought about it. Kitty bites down on her lip where he won't be able to see. Silence is golden at moments like this. "I'm just going to assume you're not talking about the painting when you say that," Kitty replies to him, a soft smile growing across her lips as the bike starts back up. Her eyes go back to the city. The feeling of nostalgia she gets from seeing it, from seeing the older style cars and even some of the fashions makes Kitty feel like she's stepped into one of the older movies that she loves. How does this place keep from being invaded by... well... the lifestyle of the teenagers at the school? Wow. Did Kitty just separate herself from them like that? It has been a year away. But as she ponders it, Kitty realizes how spot on the thought was. "What? Oh, food. Well... honestly I would say Chinese. But if you /want/ to surprise me... I've been pleasantly surprised all day. So I'm willing to roll the dice one more time if you want," Kitty tells him back as they speed along the highway, passing by the older style cars like they were the future, and coming fast. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' As he hits the highway, there's a glance towards the taller buildings and it's guardians - one of them in paticular - a large gargoyle that looms off the overhang, as if daring those below to act in his presence. Of course, that was his favorite one to talk to. As they start to pass the newer electric numbers that are making their appearance in the city, Jason chuckles. "Chinese? Perhaps that's a second date activity." he respond in a clearly amused manner as the pair pass by a city bus. "So rolling the dice one more time. I have a place in mind." It's a few exits down from the Old Gotham exit that they took to get to the reform school. The buildings in Chelesa are a little newer. Still not as bright and cheerful as one would find in Metropolis, but they show the promise - or more appropriately, the failure of the promise. The promise that instead left Gotham to take root in places like Starling City, Metropolis, and Central City. Finally he arrives at their destination. A sign outside advertises the place as 'Gauchos Du Sol'. As he pulls up the bike, he heads into the private parking to find a spot. No, he is not giving his bike over to a valet. Bringing it to a halt, he sets down the kickstand and swings himself off the motorcycle before offering his hand to Kitty to help her off. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty accepts the offered hand, climbing down off the bike gracefully. Whether she had to deal with having worn the helmet, or the wind, her hair is grateful for a few fingers passed through it quickly, the soft dark brown locks falling about her shoulders in gentle waves. "Gauchos du Sol," she reads from the sign. Kitty looks back to Jason, taking a moment to let her eyes drift across his features appreciatively. "So is this somewhere that you come frequently? Or only when you meet friends of painting subjects who you are looking to surprise with Gotham cuisine?" she asks him. Kitty hesitates a moment and then slips a hand into the crook of his elbow. Her eyes peeking over at his reaction from their corners before refocusing her attention ahead of her. She walks with him, the young woman's boots clicking softly on the pavement. The heels on them giving her just a little more height, though Jason still cuts a much larger figure beside her. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' There's a chuckle. "It's where I was actually considering having dinner before you arrived." Jason admits as releases her hand once she's settled. But when she takes the crook of his arm, he settles - as if practiced - and glances across to appreciate the beauty that has decided to take his place next to him. He opens the door to the restaurant for her - when he does, the smells of grilled meat come over their senses, washing over the pair like a warm wave. Approaching the hostess, the woman smiles. "Do you have reservations?" "Yeah. Jason. Was party of one - now a party of two." There's a grin at that, and a glance at her for a reaction before the hostess smiles. "Oh! This way please." She leads the pair past the salad bar, and Kitty will see waiters going around carrying large skewers of various roasted meats to tables, cutting them directly from the skewer and onto the plate. He waits for Kitty to be seated first before he moves to take his seat across from her. Pausing for a moment, Jason considers, and turns his attention to the hostess, touching her hand. "If you do not mind, can you please inform the staff - no pork at this table. Thanks." With that, his attention turns back to Kitty, appreciating the way she looks in the dim firelight and his blue eyes dance over her in appreciation before returning to her own. "So, I believe you were just about to tell me what it is that you do for a living?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde look around the restaurant with an air of appreciation. "Oh, we had a place like this where I grew up, though only had been to it a few times," she comments as Jason holds her seat for her and she settles down into it. "And that has been years ago now." When Jason gives the waiter the instruction, Kitty smiles across the table softly. "It won't bother me if you want to have pork. I'm not always the most devout Jew, but I don't begrudge my friends their bacon," she tells Jason. The young woman looks across the table at her handsome date. Is it right to call him a date? It feels more and more like that is what this has turned into. "I'm a college student. At Oxford," she tells him, Kitty managing just the right tone so she gives the information about where she's going to school but without sounding like she was trying to impress with it. "I just came back last week, I decided to take a semester off and work at the preparatory school I attended in upstate New York. Guidance counselor, mainly because..." Kitty says, pausing to pick her wording. No, not Jean's wording. Though it was flattering. "Well, people seem to talk to me pretty easily," she goes with. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I'm glad to stir up pleasant memories. Hopefully that's not all we stir up tonight." Jason offers to his date flirtatiously, as his eyes dance in warmth as he shakes his head. "Naw, I can live a night without a bacon fix. Totally not an addict." He pats the inside of his arm as if prepping a needle. "Oxford, huh. I never got a chance to get that far. I have a more practical education." he admits as he orders a bottle of wine for the pair. "Prepatory school? I'm surprised you'd even go slumming around with a guy like me." His tone is clearly one of playfulness, as he nods. "Guidance counselor. Shaping young minds and all that. That's really nice, Kitty." At her mention of being easy to talk to, he smiles. "Oh, so it's not just me that's disarmed by your smile and good looks?" he asks her, before considering. "I do freelance work these days. Special contracts and things like that. Mainly security type work." That would be the best way to explain the firmness of him. That and Damian's suggestion of 'pain in the ass' doesn't really work as a job description. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "Thank you, though shaping young minds is kind of like... a painter working with granite, I'm finding," Kitty says with a soft laugh. "No, it's only been a week. And some of the students remember me as a student anyway. I feel more like big sister than anything," Kitty tells him. She smiles as a waiter comes over to pour them water and take a drink order. Kitty looks to Jason, just smiling to him as if she trusts him to order for her. "I'm not studying to do guidance counseling though. Just how I could help out while I'm home. I'm actually pursuing degrees in computer science and English literature," she tells him. The complimentary words about Kitty's appearance cause her to look down, perhaps just a little shyly, but also to smile. She looks back up, listening to Jason as he talks about his work. "And is that something you're enjoying doing?" Kitty asks him. "Is it work that you'd like to make a career of, or something that is working for you right now?" he asks. She glances over as an older couple take a seat together. He's in his best suit and she's in her best dress from the looks of it, and probably neither of them come to a place like this very often judging from their clothing. A special occasion then? The woman's smile is ear to ear, and that makes the man's smile the same as he is able to give his lady that special moment. It brings a warm smile to Kitty's face and she looks over to Jason, giving him a discrete motion that way to draw his attention to them without it standing out. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Then may I politely suggest using dynamite?" Jason comments when she suggests how to work with teenagers. "We weren't teenagers all that long ago - full of piss, vinegar, and sure we knew more than anyone that didn't have 'teen in their age." Once the wine is ordered, the waiter returns and sets down two plates. Her explanation causes him to raise a brow and he grins. "I should introduce you to a friend of mine sometime." Because Babs would totally geek out with computers and Kitty all at once. His hand reaches, covering hers for a moment, "It's good to have experience in multiple fields. Me? I'm still trying to decide what to be when I grow up." Her attention to the other couple draws his. There's a subtle tilt of his head, and there's a thoughful chew on his lip. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, thoughtful. "Anniversry. Not fiftieth, they're not with family. But up in the fourties." he says in thought. "Can't really afford the more expensive places. Can't really afford here. His suit is one he wore back when he worked for a living. She's not had that dress out of mothballs for very long. "It's their special night. Maybe we'll find one of those someday." he shrugs his shoulders. That's when the first course comes around. A waiter arrives carrying a large skewer. "Carne arsada?" he asks of the pair. Jason gestures to his plate, making it a clear point that he wants some. "Rare, if you don't mind." he requests, before looking towards Kitty. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' At the mention of dynamite, thoughts pop into Kitty's head of Ellie. Oh yes. Dynamite. Adding in with Ellie would go so well. Some things you just can't discuss on a date though. If this is a date. And then her hand is covered. Kitty takes a long sip of her water. Maybe it is a date. "Oh? The computers or the literature?" Kitty asks about his friend. "Or both? I know it is kind of an odd combination. But growing up, if I wasn't reading, I was on my computer," she tells him quietly. Kitty's attention is drawn back to the couple, though she uses brief, discrete looks that won't take the couple's attention from their special day should they notice. The brunette's lips pull back in a smile as she notes each detail once Jason points them out. "Don't forget the love," she tells him, letting her eyes gaze over at the couple of the longest stretch yet. "They way he looks at her. It's not just a couple who stayed together because that's how their life is and they are just living it out," Kitty says softly. Without really thinking about it her fingers curl about Jason's just a little bit. The arrival of the waiter draws Kitty's attention back. "I'll have the same," she says, seeming content to follow Jason's lead on the choice of food. "So you were planning to eat here tonight. Was there any kind of special occasion for you?" Kitty asks. "Or just the carne arsada on your mind?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Feeling the curl of Kitty's fingers, Jason returns the favor. "Love. Hmm." he comments wryly as he considers her words. "Not something I consider myself having /any/ luck with." comes the admission, before his attention move from the older pair back to the beauty across from him. "Maybe I'll have to get some assistance with figuring out that look." He shifts a little in his seat, giving her fingers a brief squeeze before withdrawing them as his attention turns to the food, and a slab of meat is cut off for Kitty as well. A couple of minutes after the steaks arive, a pair of salads are delivered to the pair, along with a side of green goddess dressing. "Probably both, Barbara is totally into all of that geek stuff that I fail so hard at." he offers in more than a little mild amusement. "Anyway.. yeah. Good price for the quality of the eats here, and I happen to enjoy grilled meats on spits. Just wait til we get dessert." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde's fingers part from Jason's at the same time, the young woman giving the servers a friendly and grateful smile. "Smells magnificent," she tells them, before turning to include Jason in the smile. "Thank you," she tells him softly, her eyes lingering upon his for a little bit before Kitty turns her attention back to her food. "Well, if the main courses are delivered on spits, I don't know that I should even hazard a guess what the desert will arrive on," Kitty says with a warm laugh. "I know, I know. They'll arrive on a cart," she says, being more common-sensical. Kitty takes a first bite of her carne arsada, giving a soft sigh of appreciation. She alternates between that and the salad, though Jason receives half of her attention while she eats. "There is such a different feel in Gotham than there is in New York City. Let alone the smaller town I live in," Kitty comments. "It feels kind of like a movie to me, more than most places do. Does it ever feel that way to you? Or... it's probably just home I'd guess, not something you'd notice?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "No, it's noticable. It's like a familiar song. A beat. Every city has one - some people call it it's soul. It's more like - that music in your head? You know, you hear it, it sticks in your craw, and the next thing you know, you're humming along with it and then you're maddenly trying to find out /what/ song it is?" Jason responds, as he starts in on his own meal, enjoying the steak with a sigh of bliss. "Metropolis is this.. poppy, upbeat, uptempo stuff that comes out of Korea. You can almost hear the cuteness of it all. Or the hope and shit that comes with it. It's the type of song you expect someone to sing in they shower, you know, even if they can't carry a tune in a bucket." "Small towns, they all have their own - weird, but true. It's a tapestry of anthems - like the soundtrack of a country, if that makes a lick of sense. Gotham? It's this dark gritty dirge that carries a subtly undertone of jazz. You almost want to believe that there is a note or two of hope that's somewhere in there, but you almost are lulled into the idea of believing that you can make a difference, then she drags you down and drowns you in her darkness." "It's a constant struggle, wanting to rise above, and make a difference. Something I'm pretty sure I ain't ever going to do. But you're shaping minds, and making changes. That's pretty awesome, Kitty. And that takes a lot of guts and gumption. And seriously, I'm awed by that." His attention moves over to look at the couple. "Then you have that. Two people that found each other, and now they're sharing in that whole rhythm of each other. It doesn't happen like that often. You know, it's an old-fashioned type love. I wonder if they met in a park by chance." he says in mild amusement and a grin cast towards his companion. "Do you think he courted her long before he asked her to marry him?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty Pryde sits and listens to Jason quietly. Though as he talks about the music and the soul of the cities a small, interested smile turns up the corners of her lips. "That was really beautiful," Kitty tells him at the end, her eyes dropping down to the table as she smiles more openly, mind drifting across the tapestry of thought that Jason wove upon the subject. Her eyes glance back to the couple as Jason looks back to them as well. "I think he did. I think they knew each other for a while. Maybe it took him awhile to ask her out," Kitty speculates before looking back over to Jason. "You seem like someone who is looking for something special in his own life," Kitty comments. She picks up her wineglass, watching the red as she gently swirls it, but not taking a drink yet. "Or am I misreading you? You seem very observant. With the things that you mentioned about the couple, their clothes and everything. I find myself paling to consider what conclusions you might have drawn about me," Kitty says, an eyebrow going up as she gives him a soft smile across the table, and finally takes that sip of wine. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' She's a sweet girl. And beautiful. You should save her the trouble, Jason. Don't drag her into this. You'd be doing her a favor. There's a chuckle that comes from Jason, just as the next skewer arrives at the table. A seared and grilled boneless leg of lamb. At the botton of the skewer are little containers of chimichurri sauce. "Cordeiro?" the waitress asks the pair. Tapping his plate for a slice of it, Jason waits for Kitty to make her decision and the waitress to move on before he continues. "I told you I work security, right? I have a lot of training in being observant." His eyes turn to Kitty and take her in. "You weren't the type to make a first move, but you're very curious and when something has your attention, it's like a puzzle and you want to solve it to your satisfaction. Which means when it isn't exactly what you expect, you're not above changing the rules to fit what you want. That may go against your teachings in the faith and everything that screams common sense - but it's exciting. It's a thrill to find something that keeps you just a little off balance." "You're beautiful and confident and you know it. But you keep it understated. You want someone to dig beneath the surface of the pretty girl and find the stronger woman beneath. You will never ever be a damsel in distress. Does that make you special?" Taking a bite of his lamb after dipping it in his chimcurri sauce, he grins. "Totally." "Am I looking for someone? I work nights. I'm on call a lot. My lifestyle will make things complicated at times. I don't talk about work, and most nights, I'd prefer to be in front of the TV, eating a Brown Bag Special from Big Belly burger." And researching my latest assignment. As Jason talks, a very portly woman enters. It's clear she's never wanted for anything, and the suited goons with sunglasses at night next to them offers up that she's into something that requires protection. She has her hair and make up done rather heavily, enough to try to hide any imperfections she may perceive. There's a glance towards her, before Jason's attention returns to the beauty at the table. Sipping his wine after his first scrye of her, he lifts his wine glass to take a sip from it slowly, savoring the drink before he sets down the glass. "And it also leaves me wondering what I could expect from a second date, if I were to place such in your hands." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty passes on the lamb, still working on the carne asada and her salad, but giving the server a grateful smile. She looks back over to Jason, gently leaning her forearms on the edge of the table as she listens to his observations. "I'd say... 85%," Kitty tells him at the end of that. She seems to have a little bit of a pleased smile, and there's a warmth in the look that's given across the table. "Which is more than a passing grade." "I am having a nice time with you," Kitty tells him. "You are charming. Which I think you realize," she tells Jason, her lips pulling back in a bit of a challenging smile as if for him to say otherwise. "Which for some guys, that realization stops them being charming. But not you. You're comfortable in your skin when it comes to that," Kitty says. She leans her head down upon her hand as she looks across the table, a finger tapping her lips briefly. "But not comfortable about everything," she says thoughtfully, but also with a look as if she doesn't believe she understands it beyond that. "Well, a second date? I doubt you'd be interested, really," Kitty says with a shake of her head as she looks down at her food. "It wouldn't be anything this nice. Probably camp out in front of the TV. Watching... oh I don't know. The Godfather. Or Jumanji. Or maybe Casablanca. And probably eating some takeout in a big... brown bag," Kitty tells him. "And there'd probably be cheetos flavored popcorn later on. So you'd go to work later and your fingers would be all orange, no matter how much you scrubbed them," Kitty continues. "And everyone at work would ask what kind of contagious condition you have. But you'd just have to say you went on the lamest date of all time, you wouldn't even have a good story to go with it," Kitty tells Jason, her eyes twinkling just a little bit across the table. Kitty finally takes note of the portly woman's arrival, mainly because of all the stares across the restaurant. Kitty swivels to take a look. Though she tries to avoid staring, it is difficult not to at first glance. She soon refocuses her gaze on Jason though. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' There's a lift of a brow, and Jason gives Kitty a playful grin. "Are you trying to make it sound as boring as possible in order to get me to back away, or entice me with the idea of finding out what type of pajamas you wear to lounge around in." he responds with a lift of his brow playful. Bright blue eyes study her for a long moment as they share the first observations of the other. "I'm a sucker for classic Sci-Fi." he admits to Kitty. "I could do Godfather or Jumanji..." ...any night on the streets of Gotham I can live those out. "...but since we're talking about how boring we may be on a second date? I can quote Lord of the Rings, and I've seen the entire Harry Potter series, including the add-ons." He says it with a completely straight face that will leave Kitty wondering if he's fibbing or not. "As for the dreaded cheese-finger disease?" Reaching over to take her hand, he draws two cirlces and dots each of them in the center with his finger. Circle Circle Dot Dot? Yes. "...it just depends on where else Cheetos fingerprints show up on me from a young woman's hand that I would have to answer for." "I won't lie. I have some baggage. I mean, everyone does. But this is your chance to bail now if you want." he offers to her. "I've done some things when I was younger that I wasn't proud of, and some things I can't take back - but they are things that helped to shape who I am now, and mould me into what's sitting across from you tonight. We may have that moment where we sit and talk it all out, we may never have that talk. But, that's totally a later date activity." Subtly, Jason glances to where the large woman goes to sit and if anyone joins her. After all, that is the whole reason he set reservations for the night. Suzie Su. Known crime daughter. Lover of expensive all you can eat buffets. Trying to get into the Brazilian drug trade. Her contact is meeting her here tonight. Stay on task, Hood. Returning his attention to Kitty, he flashes her a grin. "And greasy spoons are my favorite meals. So, I'm going to venture that you're trying to entice - and I'll accept, but we'll have to negotiate on the movie, clearly." Su will keep for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' A soft laugh sounds from Kitty as she takes up the cloth napkin to wipe her lips. "I've got a computer science degree, and you think I would find quoting fantasy or sci-fi movies to be boring?" Kitty tells him. "Mr... ah... Mister Mister who hasn't told me his last name yet, you have a thing to learn about geek girls," she tells him. Kitty leans back in her chair, glancing around the expensive restaurant. The soft ambience. The mood lighting that provides that feeling of intimacy. The music kept at just the right level to enhance the mood without interfering with conversation. The woman who has one of everything being added to an assortment of plates set about her table. Well, maybe not the latter. Kitty looks back over to Jason, leaning forward to say, "I'm a pretty simple girl. Well, no strike that. When it comes to food I'm pretty simple. Get me a box of cereal and some milk and I'm like a cat that keeps coming back." Or a Kat that keeps coming back. She gives a little more serious of a nod then. "I'd like to hear those stories sometime. But I'm not in a rush. About anything. If that makes sense?" Kitty's finger doodles on the tablecloth while she talks. "So if you'd like to get together again after tonight sometime, I think I'd like that," she tells him, before finally leaning back in her chair again. "It's not too long of a trip down here. I live up Salem, in Westchester county," she tells him. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' For a moment, Jason's thoughts drift to a certain redheaded commissioner's daughter that would probably laugh outright if she saw him on a date with a 'geek girl' as Kitty put it. Pushing those thoughts aside, there's a sharp grin at Kitty. "Only because you haven't shared the same yet. Tell you what, we'll try to figure that out by the end of the night and see where that goes from there. Though, since you're Jewish, I'm going to avoid anything that ends in -ski or -stein." Working on finishing his own meal, he takes a bite from his lamb, and he nods. "There's nothing wrong with taking the very scenic route to reach a destination, Kitty." he agrees with her easily. "There's enough time spent rushing around to get things done. Some things are worth waiting for and being earned." His smile softens for her at that as he sets aside his fork and knife for the moment. "With or without marshmallows?" comes his question when she mentions the cereal and milk, before there's a chuckle. "And if we stay up all night binge-watching our favorite movies and one of us have to do the walk of shame - well, we'll see how it goes from there." When she mentions coming down to visit, there's a thought. "Remember when I said that you shouldn't spend too much time in Gotham, or you'd become hard? I hear that the country up that way is worth the trip. Maybe I should come see you and we can vege at your place." There's a small chuckle. "I was thirteen the first time I left Gotham to see the countryside. I'd never seen an actual sunrise before - that wasn't framed by skyscrapers. Honestly, freaked me the hell out." he says with a smile at the memory. But he sees her starting to doodle on her napkin, and he looks thoughtful. "If it's getting late for you, I can give you a ride back to your car?" He doesn't want to wear on her. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "With, without. Both have their place in life," Kitty says of the great marshmallow cereal question. "I really try not to be prejudiced about such things," the young brunette-haired woman tells Jason through her soft smile. "I'm just glad to be back in the States and have some of my favorite choices available again that I haven't had access to lately." Kitty pulls out her phone at the mention of the time and glances at it. "Well, I took a train down here, actually, and then an Uber from the station. Probably going to need a bus back at this time," she says. She probably knew that though when she accepted his invitation to dinner. Having foregone the easier transportation to stay with Jason for this long. "I'd love to have you come visit. Westchester is beautiful in general. Though until spring hits... well, it's like everywhere else this time of year where you wish the snow would be gone and let the near year just get on with it," Kitty says, adding a soft chuckle. "The school I'm staying at though, I couldn't have guests come though," Kitty says reluctantly. "A guy like you? The teenage girls would all get crushes and ignore their assignments." A sigh is given. "It would start the apocalypse, probably. But... we can spend a day around town, and out in the country if you like?" she says, looking like she is disappointed she can't have him come and veg with her like he suggested. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Swooning over me? It must be good that I already have a date then to break all their little teenage hearts." Jason responds with a smile towards her, reaching for her hand to take it again, if she allows. "So, you enjoyed England, but wanted to come back home." He's trying to get a reading on something, but he's not saying what yet. "I can call and get you a lift from the ride service. One of the perks." comes the offer to Kitty. "Bruce has drivers on call twenty-four seven, and I'm sure he won't mind me using it to make sure that someone I kept out is taken home safely." he points out to her. "So, no visiting the school." Tapping his finger against the top of her hand, he seems thoughtful. "Alright, so you'll come visit for the second vegging date and we'll totally hang out at .. somewhere. I have a few ideas." he offers to her as he already has the wheels turning. "And if that goes well, I'll come visit you for the day in Westchester. Sound good?" he asks, moving his hand from hers to cup her cheek, caressing her for just a moment and enjoying the warmth of the skin there before lowering his hand. "Also. You should know. I'm pretty competitive. And you never want me to be the banker in Monopoly." he adds with a smile to her, drawing in a little breath. "Did you still want dessert?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "Yes, England is.. nice. Though I like Oxford so much more than the rest of the country. It has this... focus to it. You go out to the pubs and it's not like anywhere else. You're surrounded by people that are focused on their academics. Sharp minds. The kind of discussions that you get into there, it's not like dropping by any other pub in London, or New York, or Gotham. Not that those are bad," Kitty says, talking with her hands, and her eyes lit up a bit as she tries to describe it. "It really has been one of the best experiences of my life. But? It was the right time for me to come back home, too. I'd been away for awhile. And... well, I just... I needed to come," Kitty finishes. She gives a soft smile at the offer of a ride. "If it's not going to be too big of an imposition, that would be really helpful, the ride," she agrees. "So, I'm thinking your last name must be Wayne as that would be far too easy for me to guess," Kitty says. The only time she's mentioned the W-name tonight, at that. "I like your plan. I'd enjoy just hanging out with you. As nice as this restaurant has been, and the whole night." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Sounds like it would be stuffy and confining. No offense." Jason offers in response to Kitty. "Give me a rowdy pub scene any day." there's a grin. "Bar fights are optional." There's a nod of thought at something she says. "I left Gotham for a while a few years back, went backpacking across Asia. It was an eye-opening experience. Also got me interested in learning some of the martial arts." And becoming a master assassin. "But there really is nothing like coming home, is there? Even if you find yourself wondering about the rules of being around your family." he gives a shrug of his shoulders at that. "But they're family, what do you expect?" Chuckling, his smile turned into a full-bloom grin at her guess. "Bruce let us keep our names. Mine's Todd." he offers up, "I have three brothers - Dick, Tim, and Damian. Damian's the only biological Wayne." There's a shrug of his shoulders. "It doesn't make Thanksgivings weird, at all. But sure, I can get you a ride. No trouble at all." Reaching into his wallet, he takes out his card to pay for the meal before offering his arm to Kitty. "Shall we?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "No offense. But I enjoy it a lot," Kitty tells Jason, her smile that is given not seeming to mind if it is not his thing. "Martial arts. So you're saying that I'm safe with you, then?" Kitty asks as she sets her napkin on the table and rises from her chair. "Unless... you're the one I'm not safe from?" the fit young woman adds with a raised eyebrow as she moves over to take his arm. Kitty loops one hand about his elbow, but the other slides down his arm to offer her hand to his. Kitty listens, eyes on Jason's face as he talks about how he and his brother kept their last name. "Pride," she tells him with a small nod. Perhaps letting him think for a minute she's talking about pride in his family name, before she adds, "P-R-Y-D-E." Kitty smiles as she walks out, staying closer to Jason. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Sorry, it's more.." Jason feels Kitty's hand in his, and their fingers twine naturally as he starts to lead her out. "...really, it's the meditation part of it. Sure, I know some of the fighting stuff - but I also use a lot of the methods I learned to just meditate and find my center. No, I'm not a new-age yuppie." he says in amusement. "Though I am curious as to what your work out routine is. You remind me of a runner." he admits. His attention turns to her when she spells out her last name, and he laughs, warm and rich. "It fits. You are understated in your pride, Kitty." His fingers squeeze hers. "And one would be proud to know you." he responds, feeling her closeness and his hand gently flexes in hers as they step out into the cool Gotham air. The first few flakes of snow are starting to fall on the city, a late winter dusting that reflects off of the street lights, glittering like the little stars that the perpetual smog of the city blocks out. As he takes out a phone to call for the rideshare service that the Wayne's use. After several minutes of idle chitchat, a later model car pulls up into the drive. "Master Todd, you called the service." "Yes, can you see Miss Pryde back home, she will provide you with the address." Even if Jason may have already deduced it - he's still not going all out yet. Let it develop, she said. And he's willing to follow her. Though before she moves to leave, Jason turns to Kitty. Reaching into his coat, he pulls out a card. "This is my number. Call me when you get home, let me know you made it?" he asks, and then his blue eyes study hers. His free hand reaches up, brushing a few wisps of her hair over her ear, for the simple reason to find a small purchase as he pulls her forward, and kisses her warmly on the lips. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' The heels of Kitty's boots click softly as they leave the carpet and step out onto the pavement outside. The night air closes in, letting them know it is still not spring, Old Man Winter determined to hold onto the land for a few more nights at least. Kitty zips up her jacket before returning her hand to Jason's. She takes the card, smiling softly as he passes it over. "I will," she promises him of the phone call. Kitty stands looking up at the taller young man. The night seems to lend itself to the brunette, making her eyes soft, dark pools that shine with an inner light as she looks at her date. As he reaches to brush back the hair, Kitty's gaze lowers, the young woman smiling softly at that gentle touch he gives her. And then she's being drawn to him. Kitty lifts her gaze back to him, her tongue touching her lips as Jason guides her to him. The young woman tilts her face up to offer her lips to him, and Jason can feel how he causes a soft shiver to pass down her body as he gives that tender kiss to her. She just lets him kiss her at first, but then slowly starts to kiss him back, her lips brushing against his own as her hand moves to rest on his chest. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The soft warmth and wetness of Kitty's lips is welcoming to Jason's kiss, his own mouth soft and gentle. His hand tightens in hers, before he drawns in a breath, pulling back from her, his blue eyes bright in the light of the city streets as he rests his forehead to hers, having to tilt down slightly to meet the distance between. "Goodnight, Kitty." he whispers to her, finally releasing her so that she may slip into the car and he stands there, watching her leave until the tail-lights disappear off into the distance. "Wow." he says simply. And then he draws in a cleansing and clearing breath. Time to go to work. It's not that far of a ride to the safe house under 1 PP. And his Red Hood gear. There will be a second visit to the restaurant. But it won't be for leftovers. 
}}

6514/Trouble on the Waterfront

2019-02-16T14:18:41Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/15 |Location=Gotham Waterfront |Synopsis=Red Hood gets unexpected (and perhaps ultimately unwanted) help during a crisis. WARNING: Grap..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/02/15
|Location=Gotham Waterfront
|Synopsis=Red Hood gets unexpected (and perhaps ultimately unwanted) help during a crisis.

WARNING: Graphic Violence/Language
|Cast of Characters=68, 7630
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' It was supposed to be a pretty easy bust. Having been made aware of a shipment of illegal arms that was going to be arriving at South Hinkey for some late night off-loading, Jason Todd didn't bother to let the other Gotham kids in on what was going on. Part of that was pride - he's the loner of the group, and he's not afraid to go off on his own to cause trouble. The other part was that he was a brat. This is a chance for him to unwind, bust some heads and have himself a good old time in the crumbling ruins of South Hinkley Island. Of course, no plan ever goes as drawn out. Which is why Red Hood is currently crouch down behind a large concrete pillar in one of the abandoned warehouses. With both pistols drawn, he's pressed to the column as the loud BUDDAM BUDDAM BUDDAM of a fifty-cal is chewing up the pillar from it's vehicle mount. On either side of the vehicle, men are flanking out from the vehicle, weapons drawn as they start on the move in a classic pincer manuveur to try to catch the vigilante in the middle. Noticing the movement to one side, the Hood fires several shots to drive them back. And he does a quick ammo count. 'Don't kill' he says. 'Leave the grenades at home.' I say. Idiot. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     The issue wasn't bad guys getting guns, at least as far as the Foreign office was concerned. The issue was who sold what, and who got how much skim off the top. People had been cut out, the wrong channels had been paid and so well. Somone needs to pay, and I mean less guns on American streets is how they'd sell it to the Dynamo right? In anycase, theres this noise. Kind of like a distant freight train, only its too low and it just keeps getting louder and louder. Concerned parties might notice a dot of light racing across the sky like a falling star, and a fairly robust thermal signature of course.     When it becomes obvious however, is when nearly nine thousand pounds of Russian armor slams down into the deck hard enough to set off car alarms miles away. Power supplies humming and thrumming as it stands to it's full height, that T-slotted visor burning red as it steps out of that entry dust. The bright red the clatter of RPG chains, that brilliant white star set in their chest? It's the god damned dynamo!     <<Surrender!>>That shout, that raw digitized mechanical growl seems just as inhuman as that armor. The sort've thing that likely fills plenty of Russian prisons with nightmares, but this isn't Russia. People here, they need to learn. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Alright. I'm over my head." Red Hood has to admit that, just as drops magazines and switches them out, slamming in fresh sets. Eyeing his dwindling ammo supplies, there's a little grunt. "Fine. You may be right. For once." He eyes his communicator. It wouldn't take much to alert the Bat to the situation. But then again, he's never been one to trust Batman to show up on time for anything //important//. That is what snaps his attention back around as a man pokes around the corner, firing a Kalishnakov at him. A pair of shots take out the man's knee, bringing him down. But that's not solving the bigger issue. And just when things look bad - things get //worse//. The massive thrum of a landing mech shatters the windows of the warehouse floor, just before the massive armor storms within and demands a surrender. <<Little far from home!>> comes the response in Russian - passable, if not fluent. "Shit, the Bat brought armor!" calls out one of the men. "Waste it!" The heavy machinegunner turns on the Crimson Dynamo and the slugthrower opens fire, spewing rapid-fired .50 cal rounds at the weathered armor. The Hood snorts. "Not black and broody enough to be a Bat armor." There probably /is/ one, though. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     Theres no bargaining, no attempt at de-escalation. Theres no knock out gas, or holograms or any of that. Theres a 30mm rotary cannon mounted onto Dynamo's shoulder which rises, before tilting down with an audible whine. <<Uraaaa!>> It's like the loudest thunder you've ever heard, enough to rattle fillings for sure. Just a short burst of a hundred rounds, and that "technical" explodes in a cloud of fire and shrapnel. There are no bodies, there is no truck when it's over. There is a hulk of metal and there are small chunks. Men have been rendered down to paste, and splattered downrange.     One gauntleted hand outstretches as a few rush around a shipping container, and like a lightning bolt electricity arcs through the air. It does not daze men, it cooks them alive as it chains through their terribly conductive bodies into their comrades. Another four tumble to the ground as blackened almost skeletons. Raw megawats coursing between those fingers as it steps foreward through the haze and dust. Helmeted head swiveling through men who may just be figuring out what they've picked a fight with. Picking a straggler, before just pointing.     "You there, you will halt. Raise your hands, and stay still. Fail to comply, and I will break you!"Even in English, that raw mechanical growl is more than a little spooky. That said, if she's noticed the Hood she hasn't made it obvious just yet. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' With the Dynamo dynamically going to the massacre, Red Hood is torn for a moment. On one hand - giant armor is doing all the fun stuff that he would like to do sometimes. Or what he had done in the past. On the other hand - he's sort of pissed off. She's killing everyone that could also give him information on this shipment and who it was intended to go to. So as she picks a straggler, the Red Hood makes a decision. Holstering his pistols, he makes his way out from his hiding spot and grabs a handful of pellets. "Think fast!" he calls out, throwing the pellets, exploding in mid-air into a billowing smoke. While he's pretty sure that the armor has a sensor suite, he only needs a moment as he grabs the man by the shoulder, and lifts his grapple gun, firing it to lift them hight up into the rafters. While the truck burns from secondary explosions, Red Hood keeps a grip on the man as he frowns. <<Sorry, friend!>> he calls down to the armor. <<Not to take all your fun, but I didn't get a chance to check your passport. Got any fruits in there?>> 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     That chain gun begins spooling up the moment the smoke goes out, and then perhaps the unexpected. It slows back down, the muzzle lifts and it rocks back into it's stowed position. "Red Hood, Vigilante. Wanted for questioning in connection to allegations of terrorist activity on Russian soil." Which is of course how that'd be written up. That burning red gaze swiveling to try and track the Vigilante in question.     "I believe we have same questions to ask. I will erase your transgressions upon Russian soil, and you will show your good faith in bringing suspect out so he may be jointly questioned."And well who knew, the Dynamo isn't just about the ultraviolence? "We want same things from this, there is no reason for heroes to fight one another. Would you feel more comfortable if I cracked my suit?"Downright reasonable, right? 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "What, this a game of show me yours, I'll show you mine?" comes the response from the rafters. "Not that you aren't just a little out of your jurisdiction." Not that they wouldn't have the same response in Gotham, Jason. "How about you crack the suit and power down, and we'll discuss this like a couple of civilized adults." he allows, before he glances to the guy he's holding. "Think she'll go for it?" he asks him before glancing down. "Shit." The gang-banger's currently out cold. That will make questioning just a little difficult. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     That suit shudders, easing down onto one knee as it's backplate hinges open. You know those Russian dolls, yeah ok it's sort've like that. Theres some sort of tight black undersuit, covered in bright red armor plates. The helmet is obviously designed to be evocative of the full suit, but the movement reads as much more warm and alive. If she's got some sort of powered exoskeleton, it likely doesn't have that much juice then. Chest plate covered in magazine pouches, pistol fixed at the hip. Combat gear then.     Casually she sources an AEK-454 from the cockpit, before stepping off. Backpack thruster slowing her fall to a feather's touch, before lifting that rifle up to rest against her shoulder. "Very well, I have no quarrel with you. There is no reason for us to be anything but professional here, I do not even have issues with you taking your pick of the shipment before I destroy it. Now lets see the prisoner, please." See and everyone just acts like the Dynamo is some sort of crazy ultra-nationalist. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' Dropping to the ground behind some of the crates, he considers, setting the guy down and wrapping a zip tie around his wrists and ankles. "Just like Christmas." comes the comment as he reaches over, picking up one of the dead men. He has a bad vibe, and he's preparing for anything as he steps out into the open, carrying the body over one shoulder, his pistol drawn in his other hand as he glances up towards the woman. And he gets a first good look at her. "Would it be bad to say I wouldn't mind spending some very unprofessional time with you?" 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "I would suggest you should raise your standards."Comes the cool retort, casually walking nearer. "All I want, is the port of origin. Where it -actually- sailed out of, not what the manifest will say. Once I have this information, you can do whatever you wish with him."Theres a pause there, one gauntleted hand lifting to crack the seal on her helmet before lifting it off. Casually hanging it from a hook on her belt, before bowing her head to light up a cigarette.     "I am not KGB, I am not Titanium Man. I am not here to start trouble with American heroes, I'm just concerned with plugging the leaks from my side."Her left eye is a mass of scar tissue, and the eye itself clearly some sort of prosthetic. I mean they didn't even match the color of her eyes, then again Red is sort've fitting for the Dynamo's pilot. Anywho she offers over those smokes casually. "So lets see what he knows, yes?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Zinda Blake you're not." comes the admission from Jason, before he considers the woman, an arch of a brow beneath his helmet. Okay, so she wants to do this? Setting the man down, he reaches up and undoes his helmet. When it comes off - well there's the domino mask. No help there. "I don't think he's going to be telling us much." he admits with a little grunt as he nudges the body with a foot. "So what brought you down here. Just happened to be in the neighborhood?" 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "He is dead, he will not tell us much no. "Casually pulling at that Cigarette, the Dynamo seems largely unphased. "I'm going to be perfectly honest with you for a moment, no political bullshit. Just the reality of the situation, alright?"Theres another step closer, but she's keeping her hands right where they are at least. "Crimson Dynamo is Russian Army program, which means I am just here to do my job. I am not interested in this American fascination with playing silly games for no reason, I am not here to pick fights. If I had been ordered to fuck you up, do I strike you as the kind of person who would be playing fuck-fuck games with you? Do you think Soldiers are payed by the hour, that I don't have someplace I'd rather be right now?"     Theres a lean foreward as those eyes fix on the Hood, and narrow ever so slightly. "So how about you get your head out of your ass, and drag the prisoner out here so we can conduct ourselves like professionals. What're you going to do, hurt me? Kill me and they'll just send whomever replaces me if you're lucky, but no it'll probably just be Titanium man. KGB animal who pulls apart school children for fun, you prefer to deal with him?" 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' There's a lift of a brow beneath the domino mask, and Red Hood actually chuckles as he listens to Galina. "Nice to know you want to get right to the point of things. Considering your perpinsity to put bullets in people, needed to make sure you weren't going to put one in my only source of information." Nudging the body with a foot, Jason makes his way back over to the crates. There's a yelp and scream and he comes back out, dragging the last survivor with him as he heads back over to where Galina is. "So. You got an option here. You can either spill your guts to me, and hope that I'm actually listening to the Bat tonight, or you can.." "Fuck off!" spits the man, "I ain't telling you anything!" "Orrrr." Jason drawls as he gestures to Galina. "Seems like she's just all types of fun in information retrieval. I bet she could probably teach me a thing or two." he comments casually. "It's entirely up to you." With that, he reaches over, plucking the cigarette from Galina. "I'll be over there if you change your mind." And he starts to casually stroll away, leaving the guy with Galina. 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     Galina is a patient woman, but she is often not a terribly kind one. "Hello there.."She casts Jason a glare, but she's happy to just boy her head and light up another smoke. Then well, it's time to get down to business. She ties a ziptie around the man's thigh, before pulling it -TIGHT-. "I am the Crimson Dynamo, and you're going to tell me everything I want to know. First though, I think it's best if we set the stage."She gives that right arm a snap, and swings a length of rectangular steel down from her gauntlet. The thing's not even sharp, but well theres a sizzle of electricity and it flares to life.     That brilliant chunk of, what inconel? Anyway it was intended to cut through light armor and fences, that sort of thing. It has another use though, one she demonstrates without hesitation. Diving it firmly down against the poor guy's knee, letting it roast it's way through skin and bone. "Now I believe in total honesty during an interrogation, and that goes both ways. I will not lie to you, and if you lie to me I'm going to show you what lies beyond this introductory chapter into Russian interrogation techniques. "-Crack-that blade hits the blacktop below, and Galina glances over her shoulder. Wrenching on that bar to, oh fuck she's going to amputate his leg right here. "What do you want to know, I'm forming a dialogue with our guest here. It'll be quicker this way." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The screams of the man echo throughout the factory floor as Galina pulls a surgical strike on him. Jason never bothers to take a drag off the cigarette, instead stubbing it out under his boot. "Damn things will kill you." As he listens to the screams a few minutes longer, it seems that there /is/ a conscience somewhere beneath all of that anger and vitrol that comes from being the reborn. The guy is in sobs. "Black Mask! It was the Black Mask! He said something about a big push! We were gonna deliver the weapons to the old lumber yard!" the man sobs out as he the zip ties prevent him from grabbing at his legs as he moans in agony. "You know you're probably not gonna get much more than that, torvish." he offers to Galina as Jason returns, folding his arms over his chest. "Right. Take back what I said earlier." 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "And where did they come from, what port? I'm glad you're being honest with me, I appreciate it very much. I can give you a pill once we're done, take the pain away?"If she has any qualms with any of this, well it's hardly apparent. Rather she's cool as a cucumber, so yeah probably not her first time. Anywho she glances back to Jason as he returns.     "Take back what you said, which thing exactly hm?"That blade gives an audible pop, before losing color and with a roll of the arm she swings the thing back into it's stowed position. "What, not losing your nerve are you, American? Come now, if you think this is that rough you really need to get out of country more often. I'm playing nicely, by the rules as it were." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Nothing about losing my grip." There's a smirk from Red Hood as he glances aside to the woman. "As for losing my nerve." He gives a dry heh. "I'm made of sterner stuff." The guy whimpers in pain as the cauterized wound still sizzles from where Galina had struck. "..I don't know, I don't know where he got his stuff! We're just picking it up!" he cries out, tears streaming down his face as he looks between the two. "Please, I got a wife and a kid, don't kill me!" "If I had a nickle for every time I heard that one." comes Jason's retort. "But to answer your question, the freighter was Turkish flagged, but intelligence says it stopped near Tartus before making the crossing to Gotham." There's a slight glance aside to Galina. How did she not know that? 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "That does not match intelligence."She offers, peering after the freighter for a moment before dropping her hand to that holstered..what is that thing. Small and polymer, and -BKAM-. She gives the poor fuck a pill to help with the pain alright. She never said she'd let him go, right? "So either somone in the FSB is an idiot, or they're on the take. Great, just great."Holstering back up with a sigh.     "Well I promised you get pick of litter, are you familar enough with Russian arms to pick something out yourself or would you like me to help you? I'm going to need to examine at least some of the cargo, try to figure out what the fuck the FSB is up to this time."Cigarette flicked aside as she pulls that helmet back down. "And they wonder, why every Crimson dynamo ends up getting into a fight with the FSB sooner or later." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Dammit!" As soon as Galina fires, like a flash, Jason's against the woman, pressing her against the pillar, his own pistol drawn and pressed to her temple. "We had an /agreement/." he seethes at her, pressing it further to her flesh. But after a few moments, and perhaps - this is exactly what she wants, he relents, pulling back, letting her free. But his defenses are up. "I got enough weapons. I find out you didn't destroy these, though - it won't be nicities the next time we talk. And if you think that walking trash can will protect you?" Like his former mentor, Jason makes with the smoke and disappears into the shadows to depart. "...remember you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy." 

:'''{{#var:7630|Galina (7630)}} has posed:'''     "Don't make promises you cannot keep, friend."That suit rumbles and hums as it begins to stir. If she feels inclined to fight, well it won't be here or now. She just lifts a gloved hand to the underside of her helmet, muttering to her controllers whomever they are. Then well, she's off. She has a freighter to put at the bottom of the bay, and it's not going to sink itself obviously. 
}}

Iceman

2019-02-04T00:39:39Z

IceeBear:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Bobby Drake
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=822
|Img=https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/39058715-2658-496a-827a-867644a42849/dc28xa8-791d87dc-0dc9-431b-ab77-bba39f0baf71.jpg/v1/fill/w_1023,h_704,q_70,strp/iceman_by_peter_v_nguyen_dc28xa8-fullview.jpg
|FullName=Bobby Drake
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Student, X-Man
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Xavier's School (Breakstone, Westchester County)
|Education=Metropolis State University (BAcc)
|Groups=[[X-Men]], [[Xavier's School]]
|Quote="Hey, it could be a lot worse! Remember that time... <Other X-Men say: "Bobby don't jinx us!"> "It's gotten to the point where anyone who hangs out in the lobby for an hour thinks they're an X-Man!"
|PAge=24
|AAge=24
|DOB=5 May 2002
|Height=168 cm
|Weight=66 kg
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Shawn Ashmore
|Song="Fire and Ice" by Pat Benatar
|Profile=Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake was born in New York, the son of an Irish Catholic father and a Jewish mother. His mutant powers manifested at an early age when he froze a bully in a block of ice and was taken into custody by the local sheriff to protect him from the lynch mob. Prof. Xavier sent Scott Summers (Cyclops) to recruit Bobby into the X-Men. Bobby took easily to his training with the X-Men, befriending Beast, Rogue, and Pyro, who formed a team within the team. He's even managed to get his B.S. in Accounting and is studying for his CPA. His life hasn't been without problems lately. When Pyro took up with the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, Bobby was crushed and still vows to turn him back to the side of good. Today he's a valuable member of the X-Men team, combining his hand-to-hand training from time spent in the Danger Room with his natural ability to control the moisture in the air. He's known to be up front and honest with his emotions, and has often a lighthearted reaction to disaster that eases the tension. You'll always find Iceman at the forefront when danger appears, though he's been known to hold back from using the full force of his powers for fear of what damage he could cause. He is loyal to those he calls friends, even if they don't return the loyalty.
|Description=Iceman is a young member of the X-Men, looking to be in his early twenties. While standing only 173 cm (5'8" tall), he carries his lean, athletic body with confidence that can sometimes border on cockiness. He keeps his light brown hair neatly trimmed and shorter on the sides, though it appears the only styling he gives it is by running his fingers through it. Intense blue eyes, framed by a pair of slightly arched brows, gives him an introspective expression when he isn't smiling. However, the smile lines that frame his small, straight nose when he laughs offers a more much approachable appearance. His smooth, unblemished skin maintains a constant state of being almost tanned, but never quite achieving it.
 
It's clear Iceman takes care of himself showcased by a set of broad shoulders, trim waist, and toned muscular arms, the package earned by hours training in the Danger Room more so than at a traditional gym. He's dressed for action at the moment, wearing the uniform of the X-Men. His jacket is made of form fitting black leather and stitched with a large "X" in the middle of the chest. The high collar keeps his neck protected while raised ridges on the shoulders and upper arms gives added protection in fights. The long sleeves have thick patches on the elbows, while leather gloves protect each of his hands while giving him a good grip. Lower, similar black leather pants hug his waist, rear and legs tightly but give him adequate mobility in a fight. More ridges protect the outer thighs and thick patches add protection to the knees. On his feet he wears thick soled black leather combat boots that extend past his ankles.
|History=Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake was born in Floral Park, Long Island, New York to Louis Robert Drake and Madeline Beatrice Bass-Drake. Bobby is Jewish on his mother's side and Irish Catholic on his father's. Bobby first discovered his mutant abilities at a young age when he found himself unable to stop feeling cold and shivering.
 
A school bully named Rocky Beasely had convinced his gang to attack Bobby and Judy Harmon, his girlfriend at the time. Bobby panicked and encased Rocky in ice, saving Judy, but revealing his abilities to his peers. Believing Bobby to be a dangerous mutant, the people of his town, Fort Washington, organized a lynch mob. The mob broke into the Drake household and overpowered them. The local sheriff noticed that things were getting out of hand and took Bobby into custody for his own protection
 
The story made its way to Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the X-Men, who then sent Scott Summers to help and recruit the young man.
 
After Bobby turned him down, the two mutants got into a brief scuffle before the mob caught up with them. The mob was stringing Scott and Bobby up to be hanged when Professor X used his telepathic abilities to erase their memories. Grateful for saving his life and yearning to be like Scott, Bobby enrolled in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and become the second member of the X-Men. There, the X-Men were tutored by Professor X and trained in the use of their powers in the Danger Room. As 'Iceman', Bobby learned to control his abilities in order to protect a world that feared and hated him for being different alongside Cyclops, Angel, Beast, and Marvel Girl. As new members were brought on, Bobby quickly befriended Beast, Rogue, and Pyro. However, he remained self-conscious about being the youngest member of the group. Still, his lighthearted approach to disaster often eased tension among his teammates and he was often the cooler head to prevail when tensions rose.
|Personality=Bobby is devastatingly honest, up front with both his emotions as well as his thoughts on a given subject. He doesn't try to be rude, but he's found that only heartache and pain follow in the wake of lies and half-truths between friends. When among those he trusts, he tends to make light hearted comments, particularly in the face of danger. Part of this is his coping mechanism, since he finds this light hearted approach puts his teammates at ease in stressful situations. Finally, he is brave against dangers both external and internal and is never one to leave a teammate behind, regardless of the danger to himself.
|Abilities='''CRYOKINESIS'''
 
Iceman can generate, manipulate and fully control ice, snow and cold temperatures, he can use his mutant ability to control moisture such as to freeze any air moisture into super-hard ice. This ice can be formed into any object of his choosing: the only limitations are his own imagination and the ambient air temperature which determines how long his ice sculpture will stay icy. He does not have to hold the ice physically with his hands in order to shape it. Apparently, he can simply direct the waves of coldness he projects in certain ways so as to create ice in the shape he desires. In the past, Iceman has formed ice-ladders, ice-slides, ice-shields, ice-domes, ice-bolts, ice-blasts, ice-beams and other constructs of ice. Iceman has created constructs of ice so powerful that he was able to easily encase and contain the likes of the Hulk with him being unable to break out of it for quite some time. On at least one occasion, he has even been shown to make it snow or cause a blizzard. He can also Unfreeze matter.
 
'''ICE GLIDE'''
 
Iceman is able to form a rising column of ice beneath his feet, capable of lifting him off the ground. The tensile strength of the column is determined by its thickness and its steadiness by how well it has been braced. A well-braced and regular column, 6 feet in diameter at its base, is able to support his weight without toppling for about 85 feet in a 40-mile per hour wind. By forming long ice-ramps connected either to his ice-column or to an existing structure like a building or a bridge, Iceman is able to travel above the ground by sliding down the ramp he is creating. Unless he creates supports periodically, the ramp will crack beneath him, unable to support their combined weight.
 
'''ORGANIC ICE-FORM'''
 
Iceman had the ability to not only cover his body with ice, but to actually become organic ice. Though the appearance is similar, Iceman is now actually translucent in his ice form. Iceman is virtually indestructible in this form, allowing him to reform his body should it become shattered. He has been incinerated while in human form and was able to rebuild himself. In his ice form, he is able to use the moisture in the air to form spikes, shields and attach other extra appendages to his body. It is currently unknown if Bobby would be considered immortal.
 
'''THERMAL VISION'''
 
Iceman has the ability to see beings due to the heat signature that they give off, because of the absence of heat around him.
 
'''THERMOKINESIS'''
 
Iceman is a mutant with the superhuman ability to lower his external and internal body temperature, projecting intense coldness from his body. Like any normal human being's, the nerve centers for regulating Iceman's body temperature are found in the part of the brain called the hypothalamus. However, Iceman can mentally override his hypothalamus to allow his body temperature to be lowered by an unknown internal mechanism. This ability converts the latent thermal energies in and around his body into an unknown form of energy that is efficiently dissipated. A related mutation has rendered his body tissues unaffected by sub-zero temperatures. Iceman can consciously, immediately lower his body temperature from its normal 98.6 Fahrenheit to absolute zero within the span of a few tenths of a second.
|Skills='''ACCOUNTING'''
 
Bobby has a B.S. in Accounting from Metropolis State University and is studying to take his CPA. He hasn't taken a job in his field, because his life as a member of the X-Men keeps him busy. However, he has been known to help fellow teammates with taxes and other financial questions, joking that he'll keep bills for a future date.
 
'''BILINGUAL'''
 
Bobby speaks fluent Spanish, having learned it from a young age from childhood friends in New York.
 
'''COMBAT'''
 
Bobby has trained at Xavier's School since he was young. Alongside of Beast, Rogue, Cyclops, and Pyro, he's honed his hand-to-hand skills to an impressive level. While he's not the equivalent of someone like Wolverine, he's able to hold his own and has learned to incorporate combat maneuvers with his ice powers for some devastating combos.
 
'''ICE SKATING'''
 
Almost out of necessity, Bobby is a skilled ice skater. He's only had a little formal training as an adolescent before his powers manifested, but given his powers of ice generation, he's quickly learned to move gracefully and quickly across frozen surfaces.
 
'''SCULPTING'''
 
Bobby's really started branching out with his hobbies. He's taken up sculpting, mostly with clay and pottery. He's been using what he's learned to enhance his ice sculptures to lifelike quality.
|Resources='''COMPUTER DATABASE'''
 
Iceman has access to the X-Men database. This affords him knowledge of things on Earth and beyond.
 
'''CONTACTS'''
 
Over the years, Iceman has had run-ins and encounters with many heroes and villains. Because of this, he's made friends and thus may be able to call upon these people in time of need.
 
'''X-MEN'''
 
Due to his long history with the X-Men and the many sub-teams, he's quite the popular guy and friend to many. He's had relationships with several members as well, and caused some problems; however, he can always count on his teammates in a crisis.
|Weaknesses='''EXNAUSTION'''
 
Like that of any trained athlete, Iceman's ability to perform is directly related to his daily physical health and current mental state. Under normal conditions, he can usually form ice continually for a period of about 5 hours before becoming mentally exhausted.
 
'''MUTANT'''
 
Iceman is vulnerable to mutant-specific complications or tech. This includes, but is not limited to: Mutant Hatred/Racial Violence, Mutant Neutralizing Weaponry, Mutant Neutralizing Collars, Mutating Mutations, and Mutant Stigma.
 
'''ROCKY RELATIONSHIPS'''
 
Bobby's history with relationships has often resulted in tensions within the team or with his friends. His relationships can also be used against him by clever villains since Bobby would do anything for someone he loves.
 
'''SELF-DOUBT'''
 
He seems to lack the creativity and imagination to use his powers to their full potential, though fear of losing control over them may be a factor in his reluctance.
}}
<gallery>
</gallery>
[[Category:X-Men]][[Category:Xavier's School]]

Iceman

2019-02-04T00:11:29Z

IceeBear: Picture Change

6294/Couch Holding Down

2019-01-28T01:06:47Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/27 |Location=Salem Center |Synopsis=Bobby and Lorna try to mend their friendship and end up getting an unexpected third wheel. |Cast of Cha..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/27
|Location=Salem Center
|Synopsis=Bobby and Lorna try to mend their friendship and end up getting an unexpected third wheel.
|Cast of Characters=822, 128, 114
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Last night, Bobby blew it. And he knows he blew it. Even the best of intentions tends to blow up in his face. Of course, go ahead and put that on his tombstone as his epitath. 'He had good intentions.' Sitting at one end of the plush couches, Bobby's curled up against it. He has a blanket pulled around him and he has a book open that he's reading over at the moment. Though to keep white noise going and perhaps to prevent him from going to sleep, he has the TV on, and its set to some Sci-Fi flick from the 1950s. Don't ask him the title, he probably doesn't know. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A creak on the floor boards followed, and Lorna walked into the room. She was dressed, and well awake, almost even chipper as she walked. She was on her phone, chatting away with someone in a rapid fire manner. A pint of chocolate ice cream was held in one hand and a spoon floated along beside her. Her boots were high heeled and they clicked against the floor as she walked, strong and attention getting. Her steps slowed as she caught sight of the TV on, and she blinked, her gaze swinging around to land on Bobby's blanket wrapped figure on the couch. She tilted her head, arching a brow as she considered him. "I'll have to call you back. No, no. It's fine. No, it's not serious. Yeah, no." She laughed at whoever was on the other end of the phone happened to say. Her lips curling into a smirk. "I'll call you later. Yeah. Bye." She hung up, tucking away her phone as she made her way over to the couch, grabbing up the spoon with a twirl of her finger tips. "Most people don't try to read a book with the TV on." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Hearing the clack of boots on wood did get Bobby's attention. He just didn't bother to look up, especially when he heard the voice. It made him cringe slightly internally, but he steels himself as he hears the end of the conversation and Lorna's approach. On the screen of the TV, there's a guy dressed in very bad wolf makeup trying to chase after a girl, who would probably be screaming her head off if Bobby didn't have it set to mute. His attention lifts from the book - a math book, he's studying up - to Lorna and he chuckles. "Had to catch up on my work. Been so busy with.." he hand waves absently, "..with everything that I fell behind. I heard we took out the fake Rogue last night." comes the response, before his attention returns to Lorna. "You alright?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A shrug and Lorna shifted her weight on her heels, her hips swaying from side to side in consideration as she ran her gaze over Bobby's figure, down to the book and back. She quirked an eyebrow upward, and spooned out a lump of chocolate ice cream onto her spoon. "Why wouldn't I be?" She paused and reached up a hand to comb green locks backward. The bruises from where she'd been hit up side the head from the rock on the previous mission were healing at least. Nothing further had happened in the tangle after the Imposter-Rogue. "I mean, sure I'm technically concussed, but it's not that bad I guess. Staying off my phone or staring at the sun and all." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Well, besides taking a rock upside the head?" Bobby asks, a smirk rising up slightly, but it's tinged with concern. "Staying off your phone, huh. I guess you were talking to a ghost a moment ago?" he asks her teasingly. But he's moving to sit up more formally, giving her room if she wants to take a seat. "So, how are you?" Yes, he just asked that question, and it's lame, but he's trying to find a starting point. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A dusty hint of rose colored Lorna's cheeks and she shook her head, "Not staring at the screen. Talking on the phone is entirely different I'll have you know." She drawled, and dipped her spoon back into the pint of chocolate ice cream. "The concussion chart that they gave me said to avoid looking at screens or trying to read. So, it's a good thing I'm not working on school work anymore." She shrugged and avoided looking directly at Bobby as he asked how she was. She took another bite of ice cream before she held out the spoon toward him. "Well I'm not hiding out on a couch with a math book alone trying to be responsible. So there's that..?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Bobby eyes the ice cream, as if not sure she's trying to taunt him with it or offer it to him. He doesn't know which option to go with. He finally decides to glance aside to Lorna and then the spoon as he moved to close the book. "Just needed to catch up on some things. And you know.. clear my head." Finally, as he has the book closed, he rests his hands on top of it. "I've been a total pain to you, Lorna. And I hurt you. And that was never my intention." he admits with a sigh of breath. "I just saw you for the first time in a long time, and a whole lot of feelings came rushing in, and I let it all overwhelm me." "For what it's worth, I know you're nothing like your father. You're awesome, and smart.. and you're good. Really good for Genosha. And I was being a selfish ass." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A shrug and Lorna held out the pint of chocolate out to Bobby in silence as he spoke and closed his book. "Yeah, well I wasn't much help." She offered dryly, "I'm just a crazy bitch, I know. Comes with the powers." She leaned back on the couch, crossing her legs beneath her as she fell silent for a long moment, trying to puzzle over her feelings on the subject on how she felt these days. A sigh escaped her and she shook her head, "For what it's worth, your fears aren't that far off the mark. Most people feel that way, or want me to be like him. Two extremes, and both of them based off who my father is." She grimaced and pushed her hair back from her features, curls falling through her fingers and springing back around her ears as she moved. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Lorna Dane, one thing.. two things you are not are crazy or a bitch." Bobby sits up at that as if she had just kicked him. "Look, we may never figure this out and things may always be awkward, but dammit, Lorna - you are spectacular. You are brilliant. And you are far braver than I'll ever be. And that probably scares me the most. You're willing to take those chances that I probably never will." he admits. He turns to face her fully. "You really must have a concussion to wonder if I'd ever think that of you." Noticing the bruise more properly now, he reaches up, cooling his hand to hover it over the wound, not directly touching her. "Look at all you've done. You've helped bring Genosha into the light. You have stepped up to lead - even standing up to your father if you need to. You're something special, Lorna." And he's so not worthy of her. "I'm gonna get in some fresh air, you want to come with?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A roll of her eyes followed and Lorna slowly shook her head, "Bobby, I'm not--" She trailed off, heaving a sigh as Bobby reached out with a chilled hand to her bruises. Her eyes fluttered shut and she tilted her head slightly toward the chill. It was comforting against the dull throb of her head. It was there, dull and demanding when she actually bothered to think about it. Self pity wasn't something she wanted to deal with though, and as Bobby offered to go out she nodded. "Yeah.. sure. Lets get out of here." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' It took some time for Lorna and Bobby to get ready, but they finally got an Uber ride to the park. He's got a couple of pair of ice skates to take advantage of the frozen pond. "You ever been ice skating?" he asks Lorna. They're not terribly close together - but they are in proximity of each other, and not yelling - so that's a start, right? "I usually use the lake at the school, but with everything that's happened, I didn't think you would want tongues wagging about the whole 'are they or aren't they' thing. And I just want to spend some time with a friend, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A shrug and shake of her head followed. Awkward? Yes. Things had been awkward between the two of them, but Lorna was doing her best to try to smooth things out. At least, Bobby still wanted to be friends, which was a start. And doubtlessly, if they didn't figure things out, Scott would start lecturing them and demanding they do team exercises to work their problems out and it would be even //worse//. "No, not really. I mean I tried when I was a kid, fell on my back and bruised my tail bone so bad I couldn't sit for like a week." She made a face and glanced to the ice skates that Bobby held. "Though now I can fly, so falling over is less likely to happen." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     The park isn't full of other people, but there are others on the ice with skates on their feet. Children, elderly, and all between. There's not really any figures that stand out and yet, there's a girl with long orange red hair that almost looks like a cape of fire off her head, but she is simply skating in the small crowd, alone. There is a PA system playing soft calm classical music allowing for the mood to be more relaxed and inviting. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Have you ever had to sit through one of Scott's team building exercises? Snooze-fest!" Bobby offers with a quip of a smile towards her. "There was one time, he tried to have us all have matching tooth brushes so that we could share in oral hygeine together. Floss, not just a dance from the early 2010s." he smirks, not entirely letting on if he's teasing or not. Taking a seat on the side of the pond, he moves to put on his skates. "Try not to float too much, people may catch on, after all, you'll already be pretty enough on the ice." He points out to her as he ties down his boots and waits for Lorna to be readh before offering a be-mittened hand to her. "I'll lead. I promise I won't let you fall." The redhead is noted, but it doesn't seem to be a real fire, so he's not saying anything yet, just watching her go. "She's really good." he notes to Lorna, gesturing to the stranger on the ice. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna shucked off her winter boots with a wave of her hand, buckles unlacing under her subtle flick of her wrist and she shot Bobby a look. "What, is it illegal to use my powers in public these days?" She challenged, arching a thin eyebrow of green. Still, she put on her skates with care and managed to keep from floating out and out. She was a cheat when it came to balance, but she did know how to be sneaky about it. "And yes, remember I've been gone for a year Bobby, not forever. I have been through several team building exercises." She teased back as she took his mittened hand with her own gloved one. A glance followed side long to spot the girl with brilliant colored hair and a smirk crossed her features. "I could ask her out for you? Tell her you're not an axe murderer? That's important you know, girls take that seriously." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     There's a couple easily in their seventies as they have silver hair with a huge puff to hers and a delicately combed look to his, and they're holding hands with a smile and a glow to their faces as soft as when they were star crossed teenagers. It's sweet really.     There's a child with a hockey stick and she's chasing after her older brother trying to knock him over with the stick but he's skating circles around her a smile on both their faces.     The girl with firey hair sits down on a bench not long after Bobby and Lorna get on the ice and she starts to untie her skates off her feet. Seems like she's done.     Past Lorna skates another couple, these two wearing a letterman with red and white colors, young and handsy, kissing boldly in public like they're the only ones around. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "You know, I may be dumb, but even I know not to ask your ex to play wingman." Bobby says with a slight smirk as he takes Lorna onto the ice, the two of them starting a lazy circuit near the snowbank in case she takes a fall. The girl in the fire hair retreats, drawing a glance from Bobby, then a shrug as he turns his attention back to Lorna. "But you probably don't ever see snow in Genosha." he points out to her as the couple skates by and he winces for just a moment, before shaking it off. It'd be so easy to make a little bump in the ice for them to trip over. But Bobby's not that mean. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A snort of laughter escaped Lorna as she glided with what looked like entirely skilled grace... but was entirely based on her own magnetic powers, pushing her along and ensuring that she wouldn't topple over more than her grip on Bobby's hand. "What, I count as an ex already? Wow, I'm honored." She drawled, her voice dry as she skated along, green eyes focused on the distance between the edge of the pond and where they sped along. The other couples barely registering to her mind's eye. "There's snow sometimes on the mountain tops. But that's about it. No snow on the rest of the island. Not really." She shrugged lightly, the cool air whipping her green curls about her face beneath her wool knit hat. "Or ice skating.." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     The girl stands up and walks away from the park and off down the sidewalk, wholy unremarkable.     The old couple continues to be sweet and cute in that elderly way.     The young twenties couple are still off in their own hormonal land of bliss and selfishness.     The kids skate and swipe at each other while laughing uproarously.     From the park in walks a man with brown hair and brown eyes, and a rather cool looking sweater, in that it doesn't look like it would warm him very much. In fact, he's wearing the same outfit as Bobby, even down to the ice skates, he walks to the edge of the ice and then starts to skate around, opposite side of the pond as Bobby is guiding Lorna on. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Bobby is keeping his eyes on their surroundings, that is before Lorna spoke up and he nearly trips on himself. "I feel like I should just live with my foot in my mouth when it comes to all this, Lorna." he admits with a frown, glancing down in a moment of self-depreciation. "I didn't mean it like that, I just.. I'm not sure how to call it. I mean.. I never.." he shrugs his shoulders. "Nevermind, it's nothing." he finally allows. His attention turns back to his partner and that smile snaps back into place as if it never left. "You're either a terrible liar and did practice ice skating, or.." His voice lowers in a playful rejoiner, "...maybe she's born with it, maybe it's magnetic powers." There's no notice from Bobby of his doppleganger yet, instead his attention drawn back to Lorna and his attempt at an awkward apology distracting him for a moment. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna shot Bobby a look, her expression sardonic as she watched him fumble for the right words, "Geeze Bobby, chill out. I'm giving you a hard time." She teased, pun and all. Her voice was dry and filled with humor, a sort of sarcastic and levelled tone. It was practiced, but she managed it without a hitch in her voice. Bobby was going through his own troubles, as Jubilee had point out. It was better to let him figure it out. Still, it was easier to push her feelings out of the way as Bobby leaned in to whisper and she laughed lightly, grinning. "Yes, I am cheating! It's so I don't end up on my ass Bobby." She continued to rely on her powers rather than actually trying to learn how to skate. It was better than fumbling all over the pond and crashing into people. As of yet, she hadn't noticed anyone else.. or cared to. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     The figure will mimic Bobby in every way, while on the opposite side of the pond, his hands holding up an invisible figure awkwardly with hover hand visible even against the non-figure next to him. He's skating at the same speed and with the same proficiency, mimicing the confused romantic young man.     The couples don't seem to be bothered by the skating mutants, but the kids do notice the clonely Bobby, "Hey mister, what're you doing?" Asks the little girl, but she doesn't get an answer, or even an acknowledgement. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Bobby pauses for a moment as they make another round. "Okay. Deal. I'll stop trying so hard to figure this out and just spend some time with you... if you let me buy the hot choclate." And before she can say no, he slips his hand from hers, leaving Lorna free on the ice as he skates to the side to head over to get their drinks. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A tilt of her head followed as Bobby skated off with the promise of hot chocolate. She didn't particularly enjoy the thought of the sweet beverage. Not after the last time Bobby promised her hot chocolate which had led to an argument. "Bobby! No marshmellows!" She shouted after him, slowing her pace to a halt at the edge of the loop they'd made and holding her hands out at her sides, her fingers twitching as she adjusted her magnetic grip on the metal of her skates. Her gaze swung around and slowly came to note the kids crowded around a figure opposite of where she stood. Her eyebrows furrowed and she frowned, skating toward the figure. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     Not long after Bobby has skated away, Bobby slides up closer to the middle of the pond, meeting Lorna about half way. He doesn't actually say anything to Lorna, but blinks once, slowly before he turns around and starts to try to skate off away from the princess. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A frown marred Lorna's lips, her eyebrows furrowing as she stared at the Bobby mimic. "Bobby?" She called, not taking her gaze off the imposter before she skated forward, not willing to let the thing skate off to where ever it wanted. Granted, they were on a pond. Most normal people couldn't just go where ever they wanted on ice skates... But if it was like the thing that had looked like Rogue.. then it might have Bobby's powers anyway.. Right? Either way, the green haired woman took off, her hands twitching to guide her skates this way and that to ensure she skated forward faster than she'd otherwise dare. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     Bobby's back kept getting further and further away from Lorna, as he pushed his skates harder and harder. He reaches the end of the pond quickly but doesn't slow down, even seems like he's getting faster. Bobby doesn't want to talk. He wants to run, skate, as fast as he can and he heads for the nearby treeline incredibly fast. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile, over at the coffee stand, Bobby is in a frown. "...okay, so I can't order a hot chocolate, what can I order?" "Well, you can get a mocha chocolate chip frappucino and order it as a latte, and without the mocha, and it would be about the same thing?" "It would just be chocolate and hot milk right?" "Well. Yes." "Then a hot chocolate?!" "No sir, we don't have hot chocolate." A long-suffering sigh comes from Bobby, before he waves his hand. "Okay, give me the mocha thingie without the mocha and whipped cream." "It doesn't come with whipped cream." "I'll pay extra!" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A purse of her lips followed and Lorna slowed her own magnetic flight over the ice, her hands stretched out before her as she watched the silent Bobby skate away to the tree line. Her lips twisted and a look of determination crossed her features and she pulled on the Bobby's skates, trying to drag him back to her over the ice and not allow him to flee to the tree line and over the pond. "Oh no, no, no. Get back here." She muttered under her breath. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     There's a brief resistance to Lorna's magnetic tug, but suddenly the skates come all too easily. Far too easily. Moments pass before Lorna gets the metal parts of the ice skates in her hands, and some of the sole of the shoe still attached to the top. Seems the Bobby cut them from his feet likely with ice or some method to remove the blades. He's that desperate to escape from the X-men. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Returning to the pond with the two drinks in a carrier, Bobby had even bought sugar cookies made like snowmen to share. Just to find the green-haired woman gone. He looks around in confusion, before flagging down the amorous couple. "Hey! Did you see where my friend went?" he asks, "Really cute, pale skin, green hair?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A scowl followed as the skates came flying off to her grip and Lorna cursed, once more dashing off after the imposter Bobby with a burst of her magnetic powers. She no longer seemed concerned about hiding what she was doing or how. She flew, lifting off the ground as she threw the skates down in disgust. Her movements were magnetically fast and chased after the silent Bobby, now sans ice skates. Should she have found Bobby and told him about the imposter? Probably. Did she stop to do that? No. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     Bobby quickly breeched the treeline and with a pair of ice formed skates on the bottoms of his soleless shoes, Bobby is fast. The speed of the iceman is incredible as he tears through the forrest as if on rails. He's trying to make a quick get away when suddenly he stops on a dime and ducks down behind a tree, hopefully out of sight and able to escape from Lorna's pursuit.     The girl opens her eyes and an unseen squeeze gets her boyfriend to look back towards the voice behind his shoulder, "Look man, I don't know who you're talking about, that red head went that away." He says, pointing in the exact opposite direction that Lorna went in. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "No, not the redhead, the greenhead. You aren't colorblind at least!" Bobby says, looking around wildly, before spotting fresh tracks in the snow. And that seems to be a direction at least as he turns, finding the old couple. "Here!" He shoves the drinks and cookies into their hands and takes off after the others, icing his feet to be able to glide along the snow with the speed of a figure skater. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna flew down fast and quick, kicking up snow as she went. As she crossed into the tree line she quickly lost sight of the imposter Bobby in the densely grown thicket of trees. She slowed, not sure if she had over shot or under shot her flight to chase down the thing. She dropped from her floating in the magnetic fields to the ground, her hands held carefully at her sides as she stepped cautiously around, peering from tree to tree. All around her was snow and the ice covered tree trunks around her. She cursed, slowly turning and twisting to try to find the imposter again. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:'''     The fake Bobby doesn't say a word, he remains silent, motionless and completely undetectable, or so he aims to be. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Heading into the woods, Bobby Prime ices up entirely, not sure of what trouble that Lorna may have gotten herself into now. "Lorna?" he calls out between the trees as he moves along, trying to make his way through the winding woods. His own footfalls are silent as he glides over the ice. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna lifted her weight off the skates, trying and failing to find the imposter Bobby there with sight. She heaved a sigh, shaking her head as she nearly jumped at Bobby's words. "Bobby? Is that you?" She called, her lips twisting as she whirled about, putting her back to a tree, thick and old. She kept her hands up defensively, ready to blast whatever jumped out of the woods at her. The imposter hadn't spoken to her before, but who knew.. it might be a trap. "Bobby there's another mimic." She called, hesitant. If it was the real Bobby, he had to be prepared for the imposter one.. right? 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Hearing Lorna, Bobby tries to find her, though when she mentions imposter - he goes silent. He doesn't want him being tracked or trying to find Lorna. As he moves along the trees, he brings his hands to his sides as he moves past a corpse of trees and finds himself with his back to Lorna, looking around towards where he was trying to follow tracks - but there's only one set now - hers. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna stared, watching his ice form back into the copse of trees where she stood with her back to the tree. "Bobby?" She whispered, her hands held out before her. A green glow emanating from her finger tips as she tried to be prepared for an attack. She wasn't entirely sure what she could do if it was the imposter. She could fly, she could blast it with an electro-magnetic burst.. But... She //really// hoped she didn't have to try that. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Hearing the whisper, Bobby stands there for a moment, before his hands start to grow with ice, forming and solidifying. He hasn't turned his attention to Lorna yet, instead he seems to be looking up into the trees for something. Maybe he didn't hear her - maybe he's not Bobby. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna floated a bit higher into the air, her hands held out defensively before her, her coat scraped against the icy bits of bark on the tree and she watched Bobby in ice form before her. "Bobby, if you don't say something in the next thirty seconds I'm blasting you back into the ice pond. Tell me why you're not the imposter." She called, her voice a sharp, low, command as she ripped the metal from her skates off and held the blades up before her in the air. A threat and a defensive motion all at the same time. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Say something, Bobby! There's several seconds that pass as Bobby tries to figure out exactly what it is that he can say that will prove that he's not the imposter. There's a lot of things that are common knowledge between the pair. Finally he makes a decision. "You're a really good kisser." How's that? 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna turned red and dropped to the ground abruptly at Bobby's words. Her hands falling at her sides as she exhaled roughly, "I am not, and that was like //one// kiss." She muttered, directing the blades of her skates back to her foot, her lips twisting into a grimace as she replaced the skate to her boots without falling over. She exhaled a huff of breath, her shoulders falling. "That thing was just like you Bobby, it came up to me.. and didn't say anything and then took off." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "You mean it was awkward, didn't know what it was doing and really wanted to kiss you?" Bobby asks with a lift of his brow as he moves over to where Lorna's slumped and he lowers to his own knees, his ice facing back into his human form. "You alright?" he asks her finally. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A grim twist of her lips masked the smile that tried to bloom into life on her expression at Bobby's joke and she shook her head as she reattached her second ice skate to her boot once more with a twist of her fingers. "It blinked at me and took off, so yeah sure." She rolled her eyes, her gaze swinging around the grove of trees. "We need to alert everyone else that there's another mimic around and that it looks like you. These things are targeting us for some reason, first Rogue, now you." She shook her head, straightening as she floated her weight above the snow with care. "It was there.. who knows how long. Dressed just like you were." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' There's a nod from Bobby before he smirks. "Hey, at least this one won't be anywhere near the trouble that Rogue's was." he points out as he gets back to his feet to turn and start to trod back. "Come on, I'll call us an Uber to get a ride back. You spotted it, you get to file the report." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A dramatic sigh pulled from Lorna's lips as she made to float back to the pond, at least until she was back in sight of the humans and had to make herself look as if she fit in. "I think it might be worse, we're in the middle of Winter, Bobby. Think about it. It could fit in almost anywhere." She shook her head as Bobby added that she'd have to file the report since she saw the mimic-Bobby-imposter. She frowned. "Ugh. I hate reports." 
}}

6284/Red and Gray in Gotham

2019-01-26T20:34:35Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/26 |Location=Gotham City - The Narrows |Synopsis=Red Hood comes across Zombie-Girl and some demonic things - and of course he has to flirt..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/26
|Location=Gotham City - The Narrows
|Synopsis=Red Hood comes across Zombie-Girl and some demonic things - and of course he has to flirt with her.
|Cast of Characters=7494, 68
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl is walking down the streets in a long ragged looking coat with a hood up. It hides her pretty well, but what it doesn't hide is her lack of fear about being in such a dangerous warren of crime and violence like this, especially odd being that she's such a small looking thing. She carries herself though like a woman on a mission. Up ahead she spots a man in a red vest with a can of spray paint in his hand who seems to be marking up a wall already covered in graffiti. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' It had been a pretty boring evening of patrol for Red Hood. While Gotham can have it's really busy evenings, with Batman having all of the family out on patrol, it's sent most of the minor villains into hiding or scurrying into the shadows - leaving mainly the power players that think they can handle the Bat, and those that are too dumb to realize the danger they're in. Guess which one building taggers fall up under. <No sign of Firefly. Or Killer Croc. Hell - not even a Professor Pyg. Looks like the petting zoo's hiding.> he rumbles to himself, before noticing the tagger. It's better than nothing. And it's practice. And as Jason moves along the rooftops to prepare to pounce, he brings himself to a halt as a second figure shows up. Pausing where he was in the shadows, Jason sizes the figure up. Woman, judging by the shape. Small. Perhaps mid-twenties. Can't make out a face - but is that a grey hand? Maybe just a trick of the light. He makes no move to pounce yet; he watches to see what she's doing first. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl goes into a crouch. She's not as practiced in the art of stealth as someone trained by The Bat, but it's enough to keep this distracted thug from noticing her presence. As she sneaks closer she can get a better look on what he's doing. In red paint he seems to be making a very complex symbol that seems more arcane and archaic than would generally be seen from the high school dropout ilk that choke the back alleys and street corners. When he's done with the symbol it briefly shimmers. The light rain that pitter-patters against the surface of the brick wall sizzles and evaporates in the short time that its illuminated. The smell of sulphur is carried up on the updraft and to the rooftop to where Jason is skulking. That's when the woman leaps out, she throws her coat aside to show that she's dressed like a gothic college wrestler. "Gotcha!" she yells and throws her shoulder into the thug's back. With how he is thrown against the wall and bounces off, its almost like he was hit by someone twice her size. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' The artwork draws Jason's attention, as he watches it come into being. Reaching up to the side of his helmet, he taps the side of it to start a camera going. Easier to record it for Babs to decipher when she has the time to do it. It shouldn't be a big deal - that is until it shimmers and glows and that smell of sulphur manages to get through his helmet's filters. "Hell." No, literally. That's when the girl roars and shows off, and there's a raise of Jason's brows underneath his helmet before she's yelling and charging at the guy. <Gotcha? I bet she yells out the name of her attacks, too.> As he bounces off the wall, Jason can only wince, though it causes him to gauge the girl more seriously now, but he waits. There's no attack until the man turns to face the girl hero. It's time to size her up and see exactly what she's capable of. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl steps backward. She's a novice hero for sure, all shouting and bravado. She grabs the man by his shirt and hikes him upward and off the ground like he were filled with straw. Despite the display of inhuman force, she doesn't notice his hand go into his vest and pull out a .38. In his awkward position of being held aloft by the small woman, his options for aiming are limited. But there are three quick claps as he fires directly into her stomach. This doesn't seem to bother her too much, despite the luminous green fluid that pours from her wounds and splats on the ground. "Ow?" she says as though she were remembering what she is expected to say when one is injured. She grabs the gun in her free hand and squeezes it. The metal deforms under her grip and becomes something much less gun shaped. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' When a gun comes into play, Jason starts to move. And he's too slow to get out his own batarangs - the guns would be a nicer option, but Bats has been on him about his kill count as of late. That is until the shots ring out. Leaping from the rooftop, Red Hood descends, that is until he notices that the woman - shot three times at point blank range, didn't even flinch. And she's bleeding green. <Animal - Vegetable - or Mineral?> comes the quipped question through Hood's helmet as he watches the gun get turned into a piece of modern art. "My bet's on alien." 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl keeps the graffiti artist pinned to the wall. She turns to look at Red Hood. Like her "blood" her eyes glow a luminous green, and what looks like spectral flames lick out from them. "Zombie," she answers. "Well that's what I call me anyway."   She eyes up the new arrival, realizing that it's another "mask", then recognizes who it is. She's taken abit aback. Why would someone of his caliber be slumming it with this little infernal street gang? "Can I help you?" she asks.   Nearly forgotten the man up on the wall lets out a laugh. "Oh, you heroes don't know what you stepped in," he says despite his situation. From the other side of the alley three more men approach, all clad in red vests. One carrying a baseball bat, one a shotgun, the third carries no weapons but has a scar of an infernal symbol like the one one the wall burned into his chest. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Zombie? Been dead, done that." Jason responds, giving Zombie a look over once. "Seem pretty well put together for one. Not even a shamble." His tone is flat, yet one could hear the tease in it. It's supposed to be a compliment. "So, what's the deal? Little Banksy here wannabe got some magic paint?" he asks, eyeing the can paint that he had been carrying, before the kid gets to talking. "Adults talking adult stuff here, we'll get back to you in a minute." he comments to the street kid, that is until the others start to show up. And beneath his helmet, Jason smiles. "Oh yes. I'm terrified. And here I thought my night was going to be awkward flirting with a dead girl." And his hands fall to his sides, where his weapons are. "Pleasant night for a stroll, ain't it?" he calls out. "I was just about to ask my new friend here out to dinner, but it seems she's already full." 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl pulls the man off the wall and shoves him back against it... hard. His head smacks against the wall hard enough to knock him straight out. ZG lets him fall into the wet, filthy ground of the alley. "Regular Wal-Mart tier paint. But it's not the paint but what you do with it. But you'll have to ask our little urban cultists here about that."   The man without a weapon cracks his knuckles and answers her "Cult? Nah. Freedom. See boss has shown us a new way. Hell on Earth, that's the true freedom. Freedom to be who we want to be." With that he smiles as a seam opens up on the crown of his head and peels back in each direction. Like someone cut him in half lengthwise, the two sides of his body come undone. The upper part of his body becoming one giant mouth with teeth like steak knives. His arms lengthen, pop, break, and gain another bone with allows another joint of movement. His hands tear off and fall to the ground, a sickle-like blade emerges from the stumps of his wrists and grows out to over three feet each. He leans down on these new biological weapons, now on all fours.   "Well okay then," the Zombie says. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "I'll keep that in mind." Jason responds, before he turns his attention to the goons. "Don't recognize them. Playmates of yours?" he asks the girl next to him, before the cultist starts to transform himself into a monstorous creature. Turning his attention to the gun holsters, Jason draws out the pair of metallic 45s. "That's officially something you don't see everyday." he comments dryly. "Sure, he has Bat Shark Repellent, but Bat Holy Water? Naw." he rumbles, his attention turning towards Zombie-Girl. "So this is your party. Who are our special guests?" he asks her, as he's already whipping around his pistols to fire off several shots at the Hellhound. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl charges past the transformed thug and shoulder checks the man with the baseball bat, he is sent off his feet and skidding across the slick surface of the cement. "Dunno. They've been tagging up the Bronx, stinking it up with sulphur, generally ruining property values," she responds. "So about the awkward flirting," she says with a wry smile.   But she doesn't have much time to follow up on that thought. The transformed man makes a sound like a herd of pigs in plastic shredder when shot at. Pieces of flesh fly off of him, but whatever is going on with him as made him more resiliant. He swings one of his sythes around and catches the Zombie in the gut and slams her against the wall. It cuts through her until it nearly hits her spine. Rather than making death gurgle as one would expect in such a situation, she seems rather nonplussed about that.   "Getting annoyed now!" she yells out and grabs the fire escape over her head and uses the leverage to wrap around the monster's new extra forearm. She bears down hard until there is the crack of bone. This has an unfortunate side-effect through from her turning around that causes a lot of her innards to become outards, as she's been sliced open.   "Okay, so that probably ruined the flirting," she says looking down. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' As he fires upon the transformed man, he feels Zombie shoulder past him and Jason smirks. "I do like a girl that makes it up close and personal." he responds to her, before she's suddenly chucked against the wall, and eviscerates her across the middle, sending ichor and innards spilling out. "You know. Not supposed to go spilling your guts on a first date. That's a total third date activity." he rumbles. "We're going to have a talk about that later." Now, him spilling his guts? He's not willing to test how far the Lazarus Pit's healing may have taking him. As the arm is snapped, Jason moves, charging forward. Just to get cut off by the shotgun kid. The boy levels his powerful piece as Jason and prepares to fire. Realizing what's about to happen, Hood drops to his knees to avoid the shotgun blast above his head, and it rattles him as he brings his fists into the man's solar plexus, bringing him into a doubled-over state and follows it up with a sharp uppercut. "Need a moment to pull yourself together?" he asks as he moves to draw away the demon hound from Zombie-Girl. He whistles sharply. "Hey! Fido! Chew toy, right over here!" 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl swings herself up and onto the bottommost section of the fire escape at the same moment that the man with the shotgun is taken out of the fight. The man with the baseball bat slowly makes his way back to his feet. The guts that fell onto the ground ignite and burn away into a fine powder. The same flame licks from the wound on her stomach, which seems smaller than a moment before. "Just... a bit," she says holding an arm over her stomach.   The demon hound peels its midsection in half again and lets out a howl which is loud and high enough to cause Zombie-Girl to have to clap her hands over her ears. His spine, whips out and wraps about Red Hood's ankle and attempts to reel him in to the snapping torso/maw of the beast. The baseball bat thug tries to capitalize on Red Hood's ensnarement, but Zombie Girl wrenches a bar off of the fire escape and chucks it at him like a javelin. It connects hard with the hand holding the bat, shattering the bones there. He falls to the ground howling in pain. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Take your time, I have all night." Jason starts to quip, just before he finds himself snagged by the spine. "Dammit!" he snaps, realizing he allowed his flirting with her to distract him for just a second. And second's matter. Dropping his pistols, he's starting to reach for something in his belt when he sees the shadow over him. Jason brings his arms up up to prepare to take the strike from the baseball bat wielding man. But it never comes. Looking up, he sees the man wallowing in pain, and that Zombie-Girl had the rescue. "Thanks for the assist!" he grunts, ripping out what he was looking for. A powerful tazer is placed against the spine. And he releases 10000 volts into the creature's spine directly, looking to stun it at least momentarily. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl replies, "I'm a quick healer."   The creature lets out another howl of pain when the electrical charge surges through him. The spine releases, then flops and whips about blindly. It strikes at the fire escape that Zombie-Girl is standing on, and tears a few of its bolts out from the brick that it was fastened to.   "Crap crap!" she yells and grabs hold of the railing for support. She scrambles up onto the railing as the whole thing lurches to the side. Below the beast swings its bone sythes about in blind anger. It carves out grooves in the brick four inches deep.   "It's stupid time," she yells and launches herself off of the railing. As the vertical maw of the beast snaps open and closed in anger, Zombie-Girl is just lucky enough to catch it when its open. Her feet land on what would be the inner shoulder area of the beast if he still had a normal anatomy. It tries to close around her, but the inhumanly strong woman has better leverage from this vantage. She pushes out into a near split, pushing its jaws open wide. Its spinal-tongue wraps about her waist and tries to yank her free, but she's just wedged in too well. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "You quick with everything?" comes Jason's quip as he gets the beast to release and scrabbles back - just to realize that Zombie-Girl's doing something - that he would totally do himself if she hadn't done it first. She gets settled into place and starts to pull, he realizes that he needs to do something to keep the creature distracted from the woman trying to rip it apart. Grabbing the shotgun that had been dropped, Jason closes in, and moves towards the base of the creature - finding the tongue. Shoving it against the flatest part of it, he grunts. "Taste this." And pulls the trigger, firing a blast into the flash. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl arches her back and pulls upward. When the burst of the shotgun tears through the spine and she pulls upward it is torn off and hangs limply about her waist.   "When I need to be," she responds before a grunt. "I'm sorry this happened to you, but you took this upon yourself willingly. Not even an exorcism can help you now," she tells the beast. She follows this up by pivoting on the balls of her feet so that she is upside-down inside its torso. She shoves her hands down into the inside of its "throat" that is around the area of where his waist was. She begins to pull. There is the squelchy sound of skin tearing followed by the crack of bones breaking. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' When Zombie-Girl goes upside down, Jason listens to her little speech, and when he hears the tearing and cracking sounds from within, he realizes what's happening. Stepping forward to where she is, his arms move, wrapping around her lower legs. He grips her tightly. "Tell me when to pull!" he calls towards her. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl says, "Don't pull, push!" She kind of flicks with her head to show that she wants to be forced more to the ground. The skin of the beast splits and the jaws are torn wider and wider. Its animal screams of pain become strained gurgles when its own black blood begins to choke it. The long bone sythes reach out and imbed themselves in the brick wall on each side of the alley in an attempt to keep it held together. But the combined strength of both heroes is greater than that of its demonic vigor.   "just... a little... more," Zombie-Girl says with each hand in a deathgrip of demonic flesh in her attempt to cleave the beast in two. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Push. Got it!" Jason gives a grunt and sets his feet, shoving the Zombie-Girl forward into the creature as he growls. He does have a little extra strength from his own rebirth as he pushes against the woman to try to force her the rest of the way in. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl bellows and tears. One thing though with her plans is she doesn't always think them through to the end. So the creature is torn in two pieces which are tossed against opposing sides of the alley, but what she didn't plan on is what would happen following that. She will meet a very sudden and rough face plant against the pavement unless Red Hood is quick enough with pulling her back before she can headbutt the ground like a champ. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' When he feels the resistance gives, Red Hood pulls, slipping backwards as he tries to lift Zombie-Girl away from the ground before she hits the ground, though it causes him to fall backwards. Hitting the ground, he finds himself with the woman on top of him in the ichor and remains of the ripped apart creature. At least when his head hits against the ground, it's cushioned by his helmet. There's a grunt of pain as he finds himself looking up at her. "So. Come here often?" 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl snerks and pushes herself off of him after a few beats. "Sure, any time I'm following up on infernal cults, she responds and sits on the wet ground. The wounds on her stomach have closed up to the point where there are just a few angry dark scars on her stomach. Even those seem to be vanishing as her supernatural power returns her to the condition at the point where she first rose from the dead.   The sound of dress shoes crisply clicking off of the pavement is heard approaching at a steady, but unhurried pace. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Nice trick. I'll have to see about learning it. You know, in case I ever come back from the dead again." Jason starts to say, before he hears the clicking of dress shoes and he gives a slow groan as he moves to roll over and push himself to his feet. "Sounds like we have company coming." he comments towards Zombie-Girl as he gets to his knees and grabs one of his pistols. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl clammors back to her feet and gets into a fighting stance.   The outline of the figure standing wrapped in shadow clicks his tongue. "I'm not here for that. Anyway, you look tired and it would hardly be fair for me to take advantage of that. No, just here for a little housekeeping." He extends a hand until its out of the shadow. The cuff of a leather jacket can be seen, along with a fist with a silver ring bearing like likeness of a demonic looking face. The eyes of the ring illuminate and the jaws open. The two halves of the defeated demon glow and burn. That glow is drawn toward the ring and like a vacuum cleaner is sucked into the greedy maw of the ring. Once every bit of infernal power is recovered the jaws slam shut and the light in the eyes extinguish. The halves of the demonic creature carbonize, and are caught in a breeze and begin to blow away. "I shall tell my men to give you both a wide berth in the future. It shall save us all these unfortunate messes." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Oh, this night just keeps getting better." Jason responds as he watches the figure approach, and then she starts to make her commentary. "So. Got a name to go with those legs?" he asks as he prepares for well - anything - except for the whole sucking up the demon. That's even better than what Damage, Inc. can do. "Yeah, well, why don't you give all of Gotham a wide berth, lady. Because if you think I'm a pain in your ass? Wait til you meet the Bat." 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl asks, "So what, you're in charge of those idiots stinking up my turf?"   The figure in the shadows chuckles lightly, "Oh, I didn't know my humble little group was enough to warrant a response from The Batman. My name? What answer do you want? Call us Legion for we are many, yadda-yadda, It's a tired line isn't it? But I'm nothing if not agreeable. I'll tell my men to steer clear of Gotham... for now. I tell them that we must be measured in our goals. But you know how it is, they've had nothing their entire lives and now they want to grab life by the balls in one handful. What's a leader to do right? But eventually we will have to cross paths. I intend to bring the paradise of Hell to all. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, well while they're grabbing life by the balls, check the gag reflex." Jason responds, before he looks towards the woman and then gives a grunt. Of course he's an idiot, so he makes a move to try to bumrush the woman, "Been to Hell lady, heard that Yerp gives it a one star review." 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl looks to Red Hood, "Yeah, been there. Got sick of it and left. Zero out of ten, would not recommend." She looks back to the mysterious figure and says, "And what about the Bronx?"   "The staging ground for my redemption of mankind. No, if you insist on interrupting my operations there then I will defend my own."   "Uh-huh," Zombie girl says sounding unimpressed. "Sick of talking." She rushes at the man in a burst of motion. She pulls her fist back and swings wild at his head. But when she should have collided with the man she instead passes through him like he were smoke. She biffs it hard on the pavement. "Son of a bitch coward," she says turning over into a sitting position. "I think I broke my nose."   "I have more important things to do than show up in person. A simple projection spell. But I believe we've made everything clear. Are we done here?" the figure asks. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' After trying to bumrush the figure and finding himself passing through and then Zombie-Girl's attack slamming into the wall, Jason snorts. "Okay. That is lame." he rumbles, before his attention turns towards where the projection is. There's a sharp frown. "Yeah. Well, considering that you can't be here and unless you want to watch me chat up the the lady here some more like some freaky perv, I'd say we're pretty done." 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl resets her nose with a crack, "Yeah. what he said."   The figure bows. For a brief instant a handsome face that is almost bordering on gaunt with two small horns on his forehead can be seen. But the figure turns to smoke and blows away, leaving an even stronger scent of sulphur than was already in the alley. As a parting gift the infernal symbol which was marked on the wall chars and flakes off of the wall. The "turf" no longer being claimed. At least for now if what he said meant anything. 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' There's a frown beneath the helmet, before his attention turns back towards Zombie-Girl as he waves his hand to dissipate some of the smell that hangs heavy in the air. "So if this is what you do on a weeknight, totally have to wonder what you'd be like on a date night." he says with a small snort of a laugh. His eyes travel over her. "So, it looks like you can heal the wounds, but the clothes, not so much. Need a jacket or something?" he asks her as he moves to adjust his helmet back into place. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl stands up and points, "I have a jacket." She points to the long coat that is currently in dirty puddle. "Huh, okay yeah so it's probably not much good like that." She puts her hands behind her head and says, "But I don't have to much worry about the weather. I could stand bare-assed in the middle of the Antartic and not have an issue." She wipes the ichor off of her stomach. It looks as though were not gutted just moments ago, not a sign left of injury. "But thanks for the assist," she socks him lightly in the shoulder in a friendly gesture. "Didn't think I would get an assist from an A-ranker though." 

:'''{{#var:68|Jason Todd (68)}} has posed:''' "A ranker? What, we have grades now? I'm clearly C-list." Jason offers with a chuff of laughter with a snort as he offers a rolls of his shoulder at the punch. Of course, while she's stretching out, Jason uses the helmet cam to get a few pictures to send to Barbara for processing and adding to the Batfiles if she's not already there. "Me, I don't usually have an issue with the outta towners visiting - but I'd watch out for some of the others. They don't play nice in the sandbox known as Gotham." he offers before pulling out a grapple gun to prepare to head on his way. 

:'''{{#var:7494|Zombie-Girl (7494)}} has posed:''' Zombie-Girl is very unknown, hasn't even been on the news. There is a Youtube video starring her, but it's not gotten more than a few thousand views. So if there is a file on her, it wouldn't be much. "Well.. I'll keep that in mind. Uh, thanks!" 
}}

6210/It's All Good

2019-01-20T23:52:06Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/18 |Location=Mel's Diner |Synopsis=Bobby finally gets up the courage to ask Lorna out. It doesn't end well. |Cast of Characters=822, 128 |p..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/18
|Location=Mel's Diner
|Synopsis=Bobby finally gets up the courage to ask Lorna out. It doesn't end well.
|Cast of Characters=822, 128
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Look, Xavier's got decent food and all, but every one in a while, you just want a sloppy joe!" Bobby offers as he opens the door for Lorna. He wanted company if he was going to go get some greasy spoon goodness, why not go to a real greasy spoon. "They don't have chocolate shakes like over at Pop's, but they have a really awesome apple pie with ice cream." There's a grin given towards the green-haired mutant as he waits for her to enter. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna flashed Bobby a raised eyebrow as she entered the diner and looked around a small smile on her lips. Her heeled boots clicked beneath her foot as she walked, black and high up to her knees over her jeans. A loose fitting black sweatshirt was mostly hidden from sight beneath her thick winter coat of soft lavender and her cream colored scarf. "I don't know how long it was since I had a sloppy joe. Much less went out to eat at a diner." She murmured. In Genosha, she had the royal kitchens. A place where her father kept only the most loyal of cooks in. Rarely did she go out to eat, and even then it was a big 'to-do' when the island's Princess visited what shops and eateries. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she took it out with a sheepish look. Lorna flicked it on, reading over a text message and typing out a response before she slipped it back into her pocket. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Well, you need to get out and slum it now and again." Bobby offers, a grin sent swiftly to Lorna as he moves to claim a booth. Settling in, he gives a wave to the waitress with the big red buffont hairdo. He's dressed in a flannel shirt with a black t-shirt beneath and a pair of blue jeans. As he waits for her to seat, there's a glance towards the phone as she types, but he quickly turns his eyes away. In case she's talking to a beau. "Two specials, fries, and a couple of shakes." he offers to the woman, with 'Flo' on her nametag. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' The booth squeaked beneath Lorna as she slid in opposite of Bobby. She carefully made sure the fancy looking phone was tucked away safely in her jeans pocket as she slipped off her heavy coat and scarf to pile it on the seat beside her. The gloves and hat following in a neat pile along side her purse. "Sorry, it was my Dad. He wanted to know when I was coming home. I sort of left a few obligations behind. I just had to promise to call him later." She murmured as she caught Bobby's gaze. "Those had better be chocolate shakes Bobby." She warned with a grin. "Otherwise they don't count." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Oh." So dad's already ready to reacll her. Bobby shrugs out of his jacket, and grins. "Make the shakes chocolate, please." he adds with a call out towards Flo before he turns to meet Lorna's eyes for a moment. "I mean. It's important. I totally get it." he glances down at the table, his finger moving to pluck at a piece of broken lacquer. "So when are you heading back?" he finally decides to ask, his eyes captured within hers for a few terrible moments. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A small grin followed as Bobby edited the order to be chocolate and Lorna leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs as she got comfortable and reclined. Her green hair a starkly bright color against the red of the vinyl seat cushion behind her. "I dunno. I've been calling him almost every other day to stay in touch. It's kind of weird, isn't it? He didn't raise me.. but living with him this past year.. It feels natural almost." She lowered her gaze, pursing her lips together. Magneto had wanted to know more about the X-men's situation and she still didn't really get or understand the details to do so even if she' wanted to. "He was okay with me coming back this way with Wanda, but since it's here I think he's jut being protective." She smiled weakly, and tapped her fingernails against the table top as she held back a sigh. "I feel like either way if I stay or go, I'll be disappointing someone." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Hey, you know, you have things to do and take care of." Bobby offers encouragingly as he offers her a reassuring smile - though it's clear its not all that reassuring to him. "I just.. you know, want you to be careful. I don't know anything about Genosha. Never been there, but you seem to really like it, and I don't want to keep you from I guess. Your destiny?" He takes one of the napkins from the napkin holder and starts to fold it absently. "I'm not sure if.. well, nevermind." he shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe I'll visit sometime." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna leaned forward, propping her head up with a hand as she arched a thin, green, eyebrow upward again in Bobby's direction. "Genosha is likely the safest place in the world beside the Mansion for me to be Bobby. I mean seriously.. it's an island filled with mutants and my father is there." Never mind the advanced technology and defenses there, particularly in Magneto's palace where she lived.. "It's a nice place if you like tropical islands and sand, and palm trees and really nice beaches." She teased, flashing Bobby a grin. "Not necessarily your element, but a day at the beach can be relaxing. Rogue plans to visit come Spring Break. You should come too." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, Magneto. I mean, I know you're building bridges with your dad and all." And destroying his own thought of bridges with her. Bobby flages a brief smile at the thought. "What, you don't think I'd melt on the beaches there?" he asks her playfully. "Anyway. I mean. Considering what's happened in the past, aren't you the least bit concerned that.. I mean.." "Maybe you could find a reason to stay around. Like. An ambassador or something." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A nod followed Bobby's words and she glanced around the diner with a wary eye. There was a reason she didn't say 'Magneto' out loud. People didn't typically see her father as a source for warm fuzzy feelings most days. "Of course I don't trust my father. But he's still my father, Bobby. I'm still like him. We share the same powers.. and the same draw backs. He's helped me train." Her brows furrowed as she looked down at her hands. "I've wanted to know more about my family history, and he's shared that with me. I don't think many people get it. How much he feels. But does. He cares and he feels so very much.. And.." She exhaled a heavy breath, and shook her head. A memory of sitting at her father's side as he teared up over the pocket watch she'd given him. She swallowed thickly and pushed the thought away. "Enough about my father." She dragged her hands through her hair, turning her gaze back to Bobby with a slightly dimmer smile. "What's the special here anyways?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Sloppy Joes. I think they call them sloppy mel's here." Unsure of what to do, Bobby reaches and presses his hand over Lorna's free one for a moment. "I'm sorry." he finally says, glancing down in thought. "I just worry. You know, when you're not around, it just doesn't seem the same." There's a nod. "I mean, everyone else I know with ice powers seems to be on the other side. Captain Cold, Killer Frost.. you know, not exactly the friendly want to help you with your powers type." And then he realizes he's still resting his hand on hers and starts to pull it back, his cheeks darkening. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna pulled her hand back after a beat, her green eyes flickering to Bobby's blues and away. She bit her lower lip, looking awkward and uneasy at the display of affection. Her hands sank away, slipping beneath the table as she swallowed a lump that formed in the back of her throat. She coughed, all at once awkward and unsure as she reached up to push her hair back from her face. "Sloppy mels? I'm shocked that someone still makes and sells them.. I feel like they're limited entirely to busy moms that just feed their kids whatever to get them to be quiet." She teased, but there wasn't as much humor to the notes of her voice and she darted a suddenly shy glance in Bobby's direction. "Well, the only other magnokinetic I've ever met is my father, and really.. that's not a good measure for people that have magnetism either." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I suppose not." Bobby admits. When she withdraws, there's a blink from the ice wielding mutant and he falls silent. He's not sure what to say at the moment, and that silence hangs in the air until the foor arrives at the table. "Anyway." Bobby manages, looking down at the meal that suddenly seems a lot more unappetizing. "Sorry." he finally says. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna bit her lower lip, lifting those green eyes back to meet Bobby's. "I'm sure the special will is going to be fine.." She mumbled even as the food was set down before them and she picked at it awkwardly. She shifted forward in her seat, trying to catch Bobby's attention away from the food and back to her. She shifted her plate to the side, leaning forward. "Bobby.. It's not that I don't like you. It's.. I don't think its fair to you. I'm not staying. My place is Genosha. And with my father and my family.." She glanced away. The silence settled once again and she leaned back, exhaling a breath as she grabbed her chocolate milk shake. "It's complicated with them." Mostly Pietro and her father. Both of whom were over protective. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "It's fine." Bobby sounds quiet. And sad. But that smile comes back to his face. Pasted on really. "You have your things to do. I'm proud of you. I shouldn't expect anything." he says finally and shrugs his shoulders. "I never did." And he's leaving it at that. "I'm sorry. I know it's total downer. I'm just.. yeah. I'm still your friend. Will be." There's a small hurt tone in his voice. "I wish you all the best, Lorna." There's a shalke of his head. "It's all good." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A heavy sigh escaped from Lorna and she slowly shook her head, "I like you Bobby, geeze." She rolled her eyes, "I like you enough that I don't want you to have to face my father or Pietro and deal with them being over protective jerks to you." She shifted on the seat, and glanced down at her lap, her lips pursing together carefully. She fidgeted, and after a minute, as if utterly unsure what she should do with herself, reached out her hand cautiously on the table. "I don't want to force you to choose between following me to Genosha or staying here.." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Don't you think that's my decision to make, Lorna?" Bobby asks quietly. "I mean, I've faced them both in lot worse circumstance, don't you think?" his eyes lift to face her. He sees the hand on the table, but he's not sure what to say, as he bites on his lip. "I like you too, you know. I have, for a long time. But I don't want to put you in that situation either." he finally admits. "Not that I don't wnat to try. But I don't want you to think that I'm going to be a wedge between you and your family." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A slow retreat of her hand followed and Lorna tucked her hands back up under her arms as she folded them over her chest. She turned her gaze back down and she bit her lower lip, her long green curls falling forward into her face. "I don't think you'd be a wedge. Pietro already asked if we were.. uhm a thing.." She felt heat rise to her cheeks as she kept her gaze low in the awkward manner that made her fidget in her seat, causing the vinyl to squeak beneath her. "I just.. if we wanted to try something.. There's a lot that comes with it." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "The question, really, Lorna - is do you /want/ to try?" Bobby asks her, a lift of his brown eyes to meet her bright ones. Her hand's retreat is caught, but he's not sure what else he can do at the moment. Instead, he reaches across the table, brushing some of the green locks out of her face. "You're totally unfair, you know that. You're ever prettier when you blush." he says with a small laugh. But he's trying to figure out his next thought or move on this whole thing. "Are you saying yes or no, Lorna?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A blink of surprise crossed her expression as Bobby reached out and took her hand in his as it retreated. Lorna stared, her lips parting to answer Bobby's question before he reached out to push her hair away from her face. She shut her mouth abruptly as he laughed and the color on her cheeks deepened. She shifted again, seeming to struggle with the answer. "I uh.. I erm.." She coughed, and her fingers twitched. "Are you.. are you //really// okay with everything that comes with me Bobby?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "I've had a crush on you since the first time I saw you, Lorna. Look.." Bobby blows out a breath, glancing down at their joined hands. "I'm willing to deal with it all, Lorna. But as you said, you need to put Genosha ahead of anything else - and that includes relationships. When things are better, and you're ready. Maybe, we'll revisit this. But for now." Leaning over the table, he places a light kiss to Lorna's cheek, and when he pulls away, there's a small ice tiara set on the lacquered surface as he gets out his wallet to pay for the meals. "We're still always going to be friends. Maybe someday.." he shrugs his shoulders. "You won't have to worry about how your family will react to someone." And before she can react, he's pulling away and retreating. 
}}

6233/Not Welcome Here

2019-01-20T22:38:22Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/20 |Location=Gotham City |Synopsis=A new mutant comes into being - and is in the wrong place. Spoiler to the rescue with help from Iceman!..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/20
|Location=Gotham City
|Synopsis=A new mutant comes into being - and is in the wrong place. Spoiler to the rescue with help from Iceman!
|Cast of Characters=822, 1134
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' It had started off as a good day for Marie Pollitt. She had woke up, a few days after her fourteenth birthday and had permission from her parents to go see a new exhibit at the Museum of Primitive Art. There was new artwork on display, prints on Buffalo, that she had thought was the neatest thing she had seen in a while. However, about in the middle of the display, she started to feel funny. Ill, even. As she ran to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror and found that her skin had turned a dark grey color and was cracking. But she didn't feel pain. Instead, she looked down at her hands in horror as her hands started to do the same. Coming out of the bathroom, her skin had taken on a complete rock-like hewn. Which of course, in Gotham, draws the usual response. Screams, panic, and a couple of trigger happy security guards that scared her out into the streets. Once there, it got worse - some of the local gangbangers had seen the girl with her new appearance and had started to give chase to the girl down a small alley. There was facetime videoes and other pictures of her online, and the police scanners are going off. As for Marie, she has taken refuge inside an abandoned store, where outside, a small gang has gathered, and are currently getting together any improvised weapons then can. "Freak! Mutie! Get out of Gotham!" they are yelling, throwing bricks through the window, and sending the young girl scurrying further back into the store. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Stephanie Brown had been in the museum too. Not to look at that exhibit however. She was looking at the display of ancient American artifacts that have been uncovered in and around Gotham City over the centuries. The artifacts that tie the city back to early human habitation in the region. Admittedly it was mostly for a class assignment. But Steph also found the ancient tools, arrow and spear heads and crude but functional bowls or pottery to be fascinating. Then there were screams and panic. With a frown and quiet sigh, she made her way toward the wing of the museum where the situation was unfolding. She missed seeing the 'thing' as some were calling it but had a good idea 'it' had fled. She ducked out, herself. Hearing the shouts of the gang members down the alleyway, the blonde followed. There wasn't time to change into her Spoiler armor even though she had it in her backpack. She just wanted to get closer to the gangers to make sure they weren't going to hurt someone. Or themselves. Even if she might end up hurting them. But that's how this game gets played. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Go away!" comes the cry from the girl from within the building. Noone really expected that to work, right? With the small group - five of them total - focused on the girl in the building, none of them notice the blonde behind them. Oustide, the group is making a decision, and finally, one of them grabs a crowbar. "I'll get her out. Chase her to you all!" he announces boldly as he grabs a bat and starts to move into the building. "Comon out, Rocky, we just want to plaaaay." he says with singsong tone as the others start to prepare for the scared girl to be chased out. Above, in the skies near the building, there's a new figure; this one on a slide of ice as Bobby Drake, aka Iceman, as he moves closer to the small decimated area to try to find the new mutant that he's being directed towards by Cerebro. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Stephanie Brown frowns. Yeah. This isn't good, and it won't get better. Ducking around a corner, she ran to the building next door. It was also abandoned and easy to slip inside. She found a small office and a back room where she quickly changed. It was still hard to believe that her new armor was just as easily compacted into her backpack as her old non-armored costume that was little more than a body suit and cloak. Tech is amazing. Clicking her bandolier into place and tugging her cloak hood down, Spoiler emerged and slipped into the building where the poor girl was being chased. A floor above, she began to make her way down the fire stairs, mindful of walking right into anyone in the building with her. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' The store was one of those small two story department store types that was popular back in the late 50s and early 60s. A small open area in the middle of the store allowed for a small gazebo style area that was very popular at the time, for setting displays that went across both floors. It's still decorated from the last time it was in business, the 'Going out of Business Sale, Everything Must Go' banners floating lazily in the dusty and stale air. With the first ganger in the building, others start to enter, fanning out to try to find the new mutant. The girl is cowering behind a counter that has 'Pharmacy' sign still hanging over it. One of the gangers jumps on the counter, yelling down. "FOUND YOU!" he cries out with glee. The girl screams and tries to back away from the gang-banger as she trembles. "Just go away! HELP! Please!" Hearing the scream on an accompanying building, Bobby turns his attention towards the noise. "Dammit." he hisses under his breath, using an ice slide to get down quickly from the building that he was on to get into the building that everyone else is in. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler slipped down the stairs and out into the main floor behind one ganger. She wastes no time in taking him down. It's one less to worry about she thinks as she wraps a sleeper hold around his neck and he slowly crumples to the floor. She eases his limp form back into the firestair well and lays him down before tie wrapping his hands behind his back. Someone will find him. Sooner or later. Then she moves back out just as the screams come fast and panicked. "Crap." Running has never been so easy as in these new boots. <Wow. They weren't kidding. These soles make no more noise than a cat> Spoiler thinks to herself before rounding a corner to scan the section of the store the screams come from. Most is open and largely empty. It has to be the pharmacy space. hard to get there without being seen though. Figures. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' The first ginger gangbanger goes down in the embrace of the blonde, collapsing to the ground to be dragged away. One down, four to go. The guy leaps down from the counter, bringing his bat down against the girl with a solid crack. While it doesn't hurt the girl, it's enough to illicit a scream from her as she balls herself up. "Stop! Please!" she yells between wails of panic. She may not know she can't be hurt at the moment, but the fear is plantive. On the opposite side of the store, Bobby finds himself coming around the corner and face to face with a crowbar yielding ginger. "YARGH!" the ganger yells, swinging his crownbar at the man of ice. Bobby is able to bring up a large block of ice on his arm to cause it to deflect away the crowbar. "How about you pick on someone your own size." he offers to the man. Then he smashes the remains of the block against the side of the man's head, taking him out as he moves to wrap him up in a small set of ice binds behind his back. They'll melt in time. Two down. Three to go. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler uses that distraction - the ganger yelling at an unknown target - to sprint across the open floor space. A dark gray, purple, black blur with highlights of golden yellow. It's a color coordinated blur at least. She slides to a stop just under the counter the ganger recently vaulted. Hearing him attack the girl who screams, she wastes no more time. Rolling up and over the counter she extends her staff at the same time. "Sorry. Pharamcy's closed, sparky. Time for you to leave or be spitting out the few good teeth you have from your stretcher." The staff clicks as it locks open and she spins it easily in her right hand. "Your move. Junior." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' The ganger makes his decision. "You ain't even a Robin, sweetheart, much less a Bat." he sneers as he turns from the girl and comes charging in, bringing his bat over his head to rush at Stephanie and try to bring it down on the blonde's head. The new mutant uses this chance to try to run, a scrawling noise of rocks as she tries to pull herself up. The remaining two gangers hear the noise, and one of them draws a gun. "We're going to get serious now." Bobby moves from where he was and towards the open. "Hey boys, I think someone said the store's closed. Maybe come back during normal business hours." he offers before teh gun armed ganger takes a shot towards the ice covered mutant, sending up an ice wall that absorbs the bullet. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler figured he'd go for her. She counted on it. "You're right. I'm Not." As he gets close she drops down, left foot sliding forward, right knee bent as she dips her head under the clumsy yet powerful attack. Her left foot sweeps back, the heel catching behind his right while her left fist drives into that same knee from the side with enough force she expects him to tumble to the floor even while she's pushing off her right leg to bounce back up to her own feet. ".. but here's a Spoiler alert. I've trained with them. And I've dealt with real threats. You? You're just a bully trying to scare the smaller kids at a McDunkin's play space." Stepping back, she resets and watches the ganger, "Feel like trying again?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Hitting the ground as the ganger is taken down for the first time, he hits the ground and his face hits the counter. He wipes at his bloody nose, his attention turns back to the girl. "Bitch." he says with a spit. Of course he's going to try again. He tries to bum rush the girl, and hit her in the midsection in a body tackle to try to take her to the ground. The gun toting ganger turns to where Stephanie is standing and levels his pistol at her. "Deflect this." He doesn't care about his buddy - he just wants to shoot someone. However, before he's able to find, he suddenly finds his lower half encased in ice that rises off the ground to trap his arm. "The lady's already in a dance, it'd be rude to cut in." Bobby comments, glances towards Spoiler. "Don't mind if I do, though." he offers towards her, before glancing around, as it seems the last ganger is decided that fleeing is the better part of valor. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler didn't see the gun toting ganger as he was across the room. Her armor was bullet proof up to large caliber hand guns but she wasn't shopping around to try and prove it or anything. The ganger attacking her does manage to tackle her around the waist so she falls backward with the momentum even as her mystery team-mate focuses on the gun using ganger. Falling through the pharmacy door with a horrific noise, Spoiler rolls to get out from under her attacker before they hit the floor - while jerking her right knee upward toward a location certain to get the ganger's attention. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' And it's a direct hit to the crown jewels. The ganger gives a whoof of air and a panicked cry that turns into more of a squeak as he doubles over, releasing Spoiler to give the woman more room to move. In the meantime, Bobby has found the mutant in question and leans down. "Hey. You alright?" The girl looks up and finds herself looking at a man made of ice. And she screams again. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler rolls away from her opponent and onto her feet again. She closes in on his doubled over form and, like last time, she goes for the effective take down of wrapping her arm around his neck and squeezing. "Time to go down for you nap. Guess what? You're gonna wake up behind bars. Sorry to spoil the ending for you" She says as The girl is faced with another threat from the sound of it as she screams. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' The man gasps for several breaths, struggling against Stephanie, before he finds himself drifting off to sleep. Apparently her hugs are just that dangerous. Bobby frowns as he finds himself being screamed at, and he waves his hands. "Whoa, whoa, I'm here to help!" he says to her, as he drops the ice facade, and into his regular X-Men uniform. "I'm one of the good guys. And like you." "You're.. I'm a.. but you're a mutant!" the girl says in a wail, locking her arms around her knees. "I know I am." Bobby offers sympathetically. "And I'm here to help you." "I'm one too." she says quietly. "I just found out today." Tears roll down her cheeks, leaving streaks on her granite features. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler zip ties this ganger's wrists too then moves quickly toward the girl but hearing relatively calm voices, she slows as she rounds the corner as the man of Ice turns into a human. "... huh. X-men in Gotham. Pretty sure Mr. Tall Dark and Cranky won't be happy about that..." it's a cheerful tone at least? Looking to the girl, Spoiler shakes her head, "No. You're just You. We all have things we discover about ourselves. Easy or hard." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Cerebro sent out the alert. I happened to be across the river at the time." Bobby responds, glancing over his shoulder towards Spoiler. "But I'll send him a cake if it'll make him feel better." There's a slight smirk at that, as he turns his attention back to the girl. "The police are on their way.." Already, one can hear the sirens of the GCPD in the distance. "..but after they're done talking to you and your friend here.." he gestures to Spoiler. "..if you want, there's a place for you. I know someone that will be in touch." There's a small smile at Spoiler's words, but it's a bittersweet one. "We're just us. Until everyone else decides to label us." he says towards the purple clad girl. "Thanks for the assist. I take it you got it from here? I know not only the cowls ain't happy to see mutants around here." 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler snickers at the cake. "I'd pay to see that. But no. Pretty sure it wouldn't make him any happier. No matter what your reasons were. me? I'm glad you were here." She looks to the girl then back to Bobby, "honestly? you're more legit than I am. the Boys in Blue don't care for vigilantes too much. You've got sanction at least. I hope?" she admittedly doesn't know how that all works but she sure hopes he has more influence than she would. "I'm more likely to end up in a cell with these clowns then I am to get them to listen to my statement of events here.." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Just stay with her til the police arrive. And then you can do your disappearing act." Bobby has no idea how the Gotham City Police are going to react to him. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small card, and hands it to the child. The cops are right outside, and Bobby glances towards Spoiler. "Go." he finally decides to Spoiler. "See you around?" he asks her. Sure, he can't see her face, but she sounds cute at least, even with the attempt at a growl. 

:'''{{#var:1134|Stephanie Brown (1134)}} has posed:''' Spoiler nods and stands near the girl curled up on the floor. "Don't worry. They'll look after you." Her voice is quiet and reassuring. As the police arrive she offers wave to the girl and a nod to the Xman. "I'm Spoiler by the way. And.. maybe!" she offers vaguely. And then she turns and ducks into the fire stair well again and disappears just as GCPD enters. 
}}

6217/Rescue from the Icy Fathoms

2019-01-19T03:27:57Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/19 |Location=Sub Diego - Off the Coast |Synopsis=Fathom and Iceman come to the rescue of a floundering fishing boat. |Cast of Characters=82..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/19
|Location=Sub Diego - Off the Coast
|Synopsis=Fathom and Iceman come to the rescue of a floundering fishing boat.
|Cast of Characters=822, 1199
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Ever since San Diego was sunk and sent under the ocean, there have been rumors of the riches untold that have been sent underneath the waves of the ocean that were not saved and become part of Sub Diego. And it has always brought out the bold - and the foolish. It is no wonder that tonight that off the Coronado coast that there is a boat bobbing in the sea. A sea that is roiling and threatening this evening as a storm rolls in from the Pacific. The light rolling of thunder and lightning in the distance highlight the ship as it's tossed about the waters like a child's toy. The crew on board is trying it's best to get the ship to batten down against the storm, but as a large wave comes rolling in and slams over the deck, they can only lash themselves down and pray against the storm for a rescue. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Aspen knows better to be this near to land in a storm like this. But the call she'd received changed matters a bit. The ocean current study itself was a very interesting prospect for Aspen. Though as she plunged ahead through the stormy waves, her thoughts kept going to the fuel pump on her primary engine, and how badly in need of an overhaul it was. The stipend from the study would likely more than cover it. Even better, since her boat would be collecting the data for the study, at least part of the repairs would be considered as part of the research costs. And so Aspen continues ahead, the ship's pointed into the waves. The sleek-hulled ship reaches the top of a wave, giving her that brief feeling of weightlessness as it starts to fall and then slides down the back side of the wave smoothly. "Just get me home girl," she says, patting the boat fondly. Her eyes go back and forth between radar, the windows, her instrumentation. The young woman barely even needs to see the waves to know where they are, how large they are. It has always been like that for her, she's never considered it unusual. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Hold steady, boys, we got another wave coming!" calls out the Captain of the striken vessel. Another massive wave hits the ship, and this time, it's not so lucky. The ship tips and rolls, going to it's side. Instead of being able to bobbing back up into view, the ship capsizes and bounces back up, breaking the surface completely inverted. There's cries of help as a few people bob to the surface, but who knows how many may be trapped within the commerical fishing festival. The Coast Guard has already been alerted, and are on their way - but they have some distance to go. Skimming over the water is something else though. A figure of pure ice, the white of the ice covered skin standing out like a crsytaline statue as the figure arrives at the scene, circling around the boat. "Sorry I'm late, my name's Iceman, and I'll be help rescuing you tonight!" With that, he sends out his hands, starting to make a large ice floe for the men to crawl up on. "How many souls, Capatin?" he calls out towards the men climbing on the ice to huddle together. "Fifteen!" the Captain yells back. "We're missing seven!" 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' The wind howls past the cabin of the Paradise Found, the ship's flag overhead seeming to stand nearly straight in the fierce wind, before finally flapping about again. Aspen starts to pour herself another cup of coffee when the radio crackles, and the words every ship's captain fears starts up. "PAN-PAN. PAN-PAN," the voice says, issuing the international code for an urgent situation. Aspen's eyes are already going to the map to find her location, and to the radar to look for additional vessels in the area. The radio comes to life again, giving the location of the stricken vessel. Noting helicopters are enroute but requesting any ships in the area to render assistance as they are able. Knowing she has one of the best all-weather boats on this section of the coast, Aspen turns the ship's bow. Traveling this direction across the path of the waves is neither safe nor pleasant, but she urges the Paradise Found's engines to speed the boat forward towards the other ship that is only a mile or two ahead according to the radio. With the sea aiding her trip, she should be there shortly. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Careful of the ice! While Bobby can make a lot of ice, where it goes on the waves after he lets it go is anyone's guess. Approaching the capsized ship, Bobby settles on the overturned hull. "Yeah.. well, this make take a while." he rumbles to himself. Help would be appreciated, even late coming help. As the starts to concentrate on icing part of the whole to try to make the metal brittle before he notices the prow of the approaching Paradise Found, Bobby waves a hand, trying to get the attention of the shop. "Over here! Need something that can cut through metal! We have people trapped belowdecks!" From the hull, frantic banging can be heard against the metal from those that have tried to find the rapidly depleteing air pockets in the stricken vessel. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' The lights of the Paradise Found are no doubt visible to the ice-armored X-man, long before anyone on the ship can see him atop the ship whose lights died with the generators and engine. Aspen plows on ahead, breaking overtop of a wave and plunging down into the trough. Those watching can see the boat nearing a corner of the ice flow. Aspen eyes the next wave up ahead. Something feels wrong about it, the way that it moves. Without understanding what she's feeling, she throws her rudder over hard and reverses an engine. The Paradise Found turns just in time that when it strikes the ice flow, it's a glancing blow rather than straight on. A loud clang sounds even over the sound of the storm. "An iceberg? Down here!?" Aspen exclaims to herself, quickly working the boat's controls. She pats the ship's dashboard in front of her, confident her ice-rated double steel hull survived the impact. Though she'll need to add dent removal and a paint job to the repairs to come. The boat swings around, lights illuminating the capsized ship. Aspen brings the Paradise Found alongside, opening a window on the side as she sees her lights reflecting off the ice covering Bobby. "What!? People trapped below!?" Aspen repeats to make sure she heard. "I have blow torches!" she yells back through the storm, the blowing rain stinging her face and drenching her dark hair as she sticks her head out the window to yell. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Well hurry up with what you got!" Bobby yells back. He's no expert on water rescue. He's just trying to keep people alive and rescue who he can. "Any help you can give, they're in trouble down there!" Those on the ice floe are jostled by the hit of the Paradise Found against it. The people on the small berg slip about but none, thankfully, slip back into the water. The water impacting against Bobby messes with his usual smooth appearance, causing small rises and icecicles about his frame. OfF in the distance, the first thump thump thump of the Coast Guard helicopter can be heard in the distance as it's lights appear as small specks on the horizon. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Aspen leans out of her window again. "Ice pontoons! On each side!" she yells, pointing towards the capsized vessel that Bobby is on. Then the window swings shut and the Paradise Found turns, pulling away from the other boat, creating a little space before going still and the anchor dropping. The boat will eventually swing around facing the direction the waves come from on its own, the extra distance keeping it from risking collision with the capsized ship. A figure runs out onto the deck space at the back of the Paradise Found. Wet, dark hair blown about by the wind, Aspen is lugging two... somethings behind her. Some kind of gear, obviously. She drags them to the rail, quickly strapping fins to her feet and then pulling on a SCUBA buoyancy vest, with a small air tank on her bank. Another rig goes over her shoulders then, obviously made to fit over top the SCUBA gear, though it looks like a lot for her to carry. The young woman dons a mask and flips on a light at the top, then falls over backwards into the water. The light soon bobs to the surface and then she's swimming through the churning sea, covering the distance more quickly than one might have expected. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Ice pontoons.. right!" Bobby yells back towards the woman as he moves to start to try to secure the ship, even as Aspen appears on the deck, the men watching her as she disappears over the side and starts to knife through the water. As for Iceman? He doesn't have the time to pay attention to the woman, his whole focus on trying to keep the ship from disappearing beneath the roiling waters. There's frantic banging coming from the hull, unaware that help is on the way. Bobby knows he can't freeze the hull enough to split it open, which was his plan. But that's going to take time, and he's not sure how much he may have. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Aspen swims over to the nearest section of hull to her. She floats on the surface and yells, "Going to have to cut below the water line!" she shouts to the ice-covered hero. "Or else the trapped air will just rush out and it'll lose buoyancy!" With that she pulls what looks like a metal rod from the gear she's wearing and sinks below the water's surface. The waves coming in make it tougher to see her each time they hit the shit. Bright light starts up underwater, apparently whatever she brought, it works in water. The pontoons are likely helping, and should keep the boat from rolling over further. Another wave rolls in and the underwater cutting torch waves about erratically. It isn't happening on every wave, but as the ship bobs up just as a new wave crashes into it, the woman is getting pounded against the metal hull despite trying to brace herself with her feet. Still, she's making progress, and after about 10 minutes the cutting torch doesn't so much go out, as it is dropped to fall away to the sea floor. She comes back. "I'll go in and get them! Ready for them as they come out!?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "You're the expert, lady!" Bobby calls out to the woman in the water, stopping his work to try to keep the ship afloat with his ice. As she disappears beneath the surface again, he watches for several minutes. Finally, the Coast Guard helicopter has arrived on the scene during one of the times that Aspen was beneath the surface. No divers hit the water yet, instead, with Bobby's ice floe, they have a nice wide surface to put the rescue basket down upon. When she pops back up, there's a swift nod from Bobby as he calls down to her. "You bring them up, I'll scoop them out!" he promises her as he tries to give her a smile, even against the stinging rain. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Aspen gives Bobby a thumbs up signal and then sinks below the water again. The light disappears as she goes inside the hull. It takes about a minute and then a man suddenly pops to the surface, wearing a life vest. There is some time for Iceman to deal with him, for it's another 30 seconds before a second man will appear. Next are two men together, one of them conscious and the other not, trying to keep the other man's head fully out of the water. Finally all seven men have emerged from the ship. The last one appears to be wearing the woman's flotation device and SCUBA tank. He's looking pretty banged up. Perhaps they ran out of life jackets where they were trapped. No sign of the woman again yet. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' As the men start to pop up, Bobby is quick to make ice scoops to lift them from the water and place them on the ice floe for the Coast Guard to pick up. That is until the last one comes up in gear that he recognizes as belonging to the mystery woman that went down into the ship. "Where did you see her last?" he asks in demand, not getting an answer. Bobby watches the water worriedly, before finally using his ice powers, wrenching the hull open in the center and sending up a spout of water that freezes in place under the mutant's powers as he moves to try to get below. "Miss?!" he cries out into the dark bowels of the ship, where bilge and water float just beneath the ice. "Where are you!" 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' It's dark inside, the light of the Coast Guard helicopter overhead only giving fitful flashes through the gap that Bobby made in the hull. The darkness ends up playing in Bobby's favor as he sees some light from the hallway that leads out of the crew mess area. The water is rising quickly, but, there. There she is! Part of the stairs up to the bridge has collapsed on her leg, trapping her there. Her head is just managing to get above the water for a few seconds every now and then, enough to grab a breath of air before the water sloshing through the ship covers her again. Meanwhile, a horn begins sounding. Coming the chopper perhaps? It gives quick, urgent sounding blasts. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Hold on, I'm almost there!" Bobby calls out as he sloshes on the water covered cieling as he makes his way over to where the woman in trapped. "Hold stead, I'll hand you free in a moment." he promises her. As the water splashes over the pair, it takes a conscious effort from the mutant not to get weighed down with the ice that forms against his body. Instead, he uses it as a leverage, wrench it against the stairs to force them up and to push them away so that Aspen can free herself. "Don't know how much longer this tub's going to stay afloat, miss." he admits, as he gets a faceful of water. Ice mutant, yes. Immune to water? Not so much as he ends up coughing and sputtering as he tries to pull the stairs back to free her. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' The woman's mask is still on, and the light attached to the top. So Bobby is able to tell when he's freed her, the woman standing up, the light illuminating the hallway they are standing in. "Thank you," she tells him, drawing in deep breath. Her face isn't very visible behind the SCUBA mask, just the long dark hair. And around her neck, a necklace with a round silver medallion hanging from it. A sinuous line crosses it, not the yin-yang symbol but not far off. A pair of smaller circles can be seen, one above and one below the center of the line. The chopper's horn continues to sound. "That's not good, normally a warning," she says. Aspen is already moving towards the hole that Bobby made in the hull, the water is getting deeper, fast. As she makes it beneath the whole, the entire boat suddenly is jarred mightily as a thirty feet high rogue wave crashes into the ship. So that's what the chopper was trying to warn them of. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' The water engulfs and fills the hole of the ship, flooding it instantly and sending it under. The ice pontoons creak and break under the pressure as the ship plunges downwards and the whole of the ship pops as metal rivlets give way to the press of the ocean. Bobby's caught off-guard, unable to breathe and there's a panic that sets into him as he flails in the water. Without the thought to control of his powers, ice isn't coming quickly, the mutant's eyes wide and panicked as he tries to figure out what to do as everything is flipped and confused and he's lost in the water and stream of his own consciousness. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Aspen is thrown against the wall, barely able to get her breath before the ship is full of water. She sees Iceman tumbling in the water too before the boat fills up. Aspen uses her head lamp to spot the hole in the hull and then reaches for Iceman's hand. She squeezes it as hard as she can, hoping he'll be able to feel it as she swims towards the rip in the metal. Swimming. Moving through the water has always been easy for her. But never has Aspen had such need to move quickly, pulling Iceman with her. They cover the length of the stateroom faster than Aspen would have thought, and then they are out of the ship, in the black of the ocean, but still underwater. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Grabbed by the hand, it's a good thing that Bobby doesn't even have time to yelp as she pulls him through the ship and out of it into the dark void beyond. Below them the ship tumbles, on it's way to a watery grave, while there's a burst of bubbles from Iceman's mouth as he finds his breath taken and a gulp of seawater in it's place. He is pulled by the woman, on the verge of blacking out - he can't think or concentrate like this. He should have paid more attention in the lessons of water survival. He can so recall being in the class and Jean being all 'Water Safety is for everyone, Bobby'. And Bobby was all, 'I'm made up of frozen water, what's it ever going to do to me??' Time to pay the piper, Drake. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Aspen is just sitting there in the water, not trying to go anywhere else as they clear the sinking ship. Bobby, unintentionally beats Aspen to her next move. He lets go a burst of air, bubbles forming about him. Aspen watches, calm, until she sees which way they go, rising to the surface. The pair were upside down, the bubbles going down and to the right from their perspective. Aspen rights them but then sees the alarm on the icy visage. The SCUBA mask is ripped off, and Bobby might catch a flash of violet-blue eyes as the woman takes his head in her hands and leans in. Her mouth covers his icy lips and air suddenly is being blown into his airways, the woman sharing her last gasps of air with him even as she begins to kick her legs. That, and his ice's natural buoyancy, sending them slowly towards the surface. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Kissing? This isn't the time for kissing! We're drowning - oh, she's just sharing air. Bobby gulps in the air forced into his lungs back the woman and feels her starting to push. Finally he starts to think. Even if being made of ice makes him bouant, he starts to form more ice beneath them to push the pair faster to the surface, like a cork bobbing back up to the surface. Once they break through, he's gasping for air like a fish, coughing and sputtering and expanding his ice desk to allow himself and the woman to stay afloat as the chopper hovers overhead. "Do either of you need rescue?!" comes the call over the megaphone to the pair on the ice. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Who knows if they would have made it, had Iceman not used his ice to shoot them to the surface. The woman lies back on the ice flow, drawing a few deep breaths. Surprised she's not gasping harder, actually. She sits up and looks over to see how Iceman is doing. "I'm ok," she tells him, the woman's voice soft and perhaps a little pained. She looks around, spotting the lights of her ship, still holding place where she anchored it. "Can you get us back to the Paradise?" she asks him, motioning towards it, and letting him answer the helicopter. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "We're okay, get the crew to shore!" Bobby calls out to the ship. Turning his attention to the woman's words, he nods, before lifting his arms and using them to make ice plumes that help propel the floe back over to where the Paradise is located at. Moving close to the woman, he points down, and makes an ice pillar to lift the pair to help them back to the surface, her close to his ice covered frame as he gets them back to the deck of the ship. "Did you.. I mean, you totally do. Got a name?" he asks her. "I mean. Got to properly thank the woman that saved me." 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Aspen slides an arm around Iceman as he begins skipping them across the surface of the turbulent water. The vertical trip is surprisingly smooth, Aspen coming down gracefully despite having one flipper on and having lost one when she was trapped in the boat. She turns to face him, letting out a sigh as they are on the deck of the ship, though it is bouncing mightily in the waves. "Aspen. Aspen Matthews," she tells him. "Thank you for coming in after me," she tells him. Aspen is swaying easily with the motion of the ship. "Come on, let's get inside, I want to get Paradise turned into the waves," she tells him. She'll lead the way, though he might notice that she's limping a little bit, and also reaches out for the wall a few times as if supporting herself a little. Inside, through a waterproofed area that has computer monitors, then through a galley with sleeping berths along one side. And then up some stairs to the pilot house. She'll settle into the chair with a wince and then start the engines back up before pulling up the anchor. "And you must be Iceman I guess?" she'll ask once she feels the boat is secure, turning back to him. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Following after Aspen through the ship, he takes it in. Apparently she's a woman with means, or a trust fund. He hasn't figured out which one yet when they come down into the secure area and he starts to shake off the ice that comes him. "That's what it says on my nametag." he offers with a grin, an average looking brunette turning out to be underneath all of that ice. "Thanks for the assist out there, I couldn't have gotten those others out without you." he offers to her quietly. "But I'm sure you have other things to do tonight other than keep me company." he offers with a small chuckle. 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Aspen adjusts the throttle, giving the boat power as it punches into a wave, then relaxing it as they drift down the back side. Again with the next wave. And the next. It doesn't take long for someone to find the pattern. "You have name tags?" the young woman asks, looking over to his chest. Her expression is light hearted enough to make a joke of it. She's currently wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts that are soaked. Also a t-shirt that says UC San Diego. Oops. Also soaked enough to reveal she's got either a bikini top or a bra beneath. "You did really good," she tells him, looking over. "Dangerous work out here. It's a tight community. They won't forget what you did for them," Aspen tells him, her eyes showing the gratitude that she's feeling as well. "If you want to get back... I guess you can make it far quicker than me," she agrees. "Feel free to grab a bite or some coffee before you go. I still have a full pot here," she says, a coffee maker right by the wheel for nights just like tonight, when she doesn't want to take the time to go below. Aspen reaches for the full coffee pot. Wincing, and pressing a hand to her side. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "You alright?" Bobby asks as he notices Aspen grabbing her side. Looking towards where she may be injured, there's a frown at her. "What happened? Was it on the stairs?" There's concern in his features as he nods. "Yeah, but if you're injured, may want to make sure you get looked at." 

:'''{{#var:1199|Aspen (1199)}} has posed:''' Aspen has a little bit of a pained expression. "I think it was when the wave hit actually. Bounced off of... I'm not even sure. Busted rib maybe? Or bruised?" she says. The young woman pulls up her t-shirt on the side that seemed to bother her. A nasty looking bruise is starting up. That's not the only one. There are a number of light bruises already visible on her legs, a shoulder, and a small one on one cheek. It looks like she got beat up pretty good while cutting the whole through the hull in particular. "I can go in once the storm passes and I can dock safely, get checked out," Aspen says. "Maybe just wrap it in the meantime." She looks over to Bobby for a moment, the violet-blue eyes studying him. She starts to ask something but then seems to change her mind. "Maybe a couple of Advil as well," she says with a rueful laugh. 
}}

6203/Marshmallows or Whipped Cream

2019-01-17T01:42:03Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/17 |Location=Xavier's School - Kitchen |Synopsis=Bobby and Lorna chat over Lorna's place at the mansion and with the x-men with her return...."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/17
|Location=Xavier's School - Kitchen
|Synopsis=Bobby and Lorna chat over Lorna's place at the mansion and with the x-men with her return.
|Cast of Characters=822, 128
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' The water was already on the boil by the time that Bobby and Lorna came inside. While he doesn't really need to wear clothing against the cold, he dresses the part - including the scarf that Lorna gave him for Christmas with his name in block font. Moving over to the pantry to get out the instant cocoa, he's still trying to figure out how to approach the subject. "You want marshmellows or whipped cream?" he asks, a glance over towards Lorna and a weak smile offered to her. "I'm more of a marshmallow guy myself." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna tugged off her jacket, scarf, and gloves as she settled inside and hung them up with the multitude of others at the entry way before she came in the rest of the way. She'd plucked up a pair of slippers rather than track in snow through her boots. She settled on a stool in the kitchen, a twitch of her fingers opened the fridge and dragged the can of whipped cream out in a haze of green magnetism. "Whipped cream gal. Home made is better, but I //suppose// this will have to do." She heaved a sigh, as if she were greatly put upon for it. She offered a faded smile, and turned her gaze back to the mugs as Bobby prepped the hot chocolate for them both. At least the water was already hot. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Watching the can dance by him, Bobby smirks. "And what if we had a tub of Cool Whip in there?" he asks here with a wink, before takes a bag of marshmallows out, bringing them over to join the part. As he starts to spoon out the powder, he offers a polite, "Tell me when?" he asks her, as he concentrates on meteing out the powder. And not at all on stalling about talking about thing. His eyes glance from the cup and back to Lorna, and then dart right back to the mug again as he pops a piece of white fluff into his mouth. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna rolled her eyes, "Then I'd have let you get over there and open it up if it wasn't in there." She grinned, "I can sense it was there already so. Why not show off?" She watched as Bobby scooped the powdered chocolate mix into the mug and she peered over the edge of the counter, legs crossed and her chin propped up by a manicured hand. She let the silence linger for a while, letting him fill up the mug a good amount before she said 'when' for him to stop. But then there wasn't anything else to add as she watched him pop a bit of marsh-mellowy-goodness into his mouth. The smile faded from her face again and she pursed her lips as she reached down to the various bangles and bracelets that hung around her wrist to twist them around and between her fingers. "What happened Bobby?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "I wasn't paying attention." It's the easiest way for Bobby to put it. As he works on making his own cocoa, he draws out a breath. "Rogue was kidnapped.. or whatever happened to her. And we went to rescue her. She was being held in this warehouse, and I went in through the roof. You know, all cool and stuff." he offers to her. Dropping in a couple marshmallows to get them to melting. "They were armed with automatic weapons - and I was trying to cut a couple of them from getting a drop on Storm and Scott - and just didn't see someone behind me on the ground." he reaches up, his hand touching his left shoulder absently as he closes his eyes. "Funny part is; I didn't feel a thing. Just heard it shatter, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna grimaced, looking down at her cocoa as she grabbed a spoon from the drawer with a wave of her hand. The flatware floated to her grip easily and she stirred the mug of hot chocolate with a twist of her finger tips. She was silent for a long time, seeming to focus intently on what Bobby had to say and slowly take in what had happened. "That's why Rogue was in the medbay, why she'd been asleep and had no memory then." She exhaled a breath, her eyebrows furrowing sharply as she turned her gaze back to Bobby. "And we don't really know what happened or how or who was behind it?" She kept her voice angled low, soft and measured. Just in the event that students walked through. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Not a clue. I'm sure the higher ups do, but you know me, Lorna." Bobby gives a nebulous shrug of his shoulders. "Good enough to be an X-Man, just not good enough..." for anything else. That's left unsaid and on the table as he lifts his mug to take a sip, a little chuff of frozen breath chilling the hot chocolate to make it just right. "So, my arm came off, and Scott told me to stay in my ice form. Because you know, the little pieces, they were ice, not you know.. me." he frowns a little. "We ended up taking more ice and snow, and I made a new arm, and what do you know, it seems to have worked. Haven't had a problem with it yet." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A slow nod followed and Lorna pursed her lips together, unhappiness settling in the fine lines of her brows and in the set of her shoulders. It was hard to pinpoint exactly why, at least until she spoke. But even then she lingered over the silence, mulling over what to say. What //could// she say? She slowly reached out a hand and plucked up her mug to sip at it once. She hadn't waited for it to cool to a more comfortable temperature, but she didn't seem too concerned over it. Slowly, she set down the mug and turned her gaze back to Bobby. "You're good enough Bobby, it's bull that you think you're not enough." She sat up, her shoulders rolling backwards and it was clear that she'd learned a trick or two about her posture while in Genosha. "Still.. I'm glad to know you're okay." She exhaled softly. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Thanks, Lorna. From you.. that means a lot." Bobby's not sure what else to say on the matter as he turns his attention back to his mug to take a longer draw from it. Then he turns his dark eyes towards her bright green ones, and finally asks. "So, how long you going to be around, Lorna? It's.. good to have you around here." he offers to her. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A faint trace of a smile pulled at the corners of Lorna's mouth as Bobby thanked her and she met his gaze briefly before she turned her green eyed gaze back to the hot chocolate before her. She lifted her hand, and the spoon pulled itself from the steaming mug to twirl lightly in the air, bending and twisting in an idle manner as her gaze went distant at his last comment about her being around again. "I don't know. I.." She stopped and started, lifting her gaze up again. "I feel like no one tells me anything here Bobby. I feel lost. Like I don't fit in again. Genosha is.. my life there is so vastly different than anything here. And while I still have friendships here.. It's.. it's difficult to say." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Lorna." Bobby gives her a little bump with his shoulder and he gives her a reassuring smile. "You've only been back here for only a few days now. You have to give people time to know you're back. I'm used to being in the dark." he gives her a grin and a wink at that before he slurps happily on melted marshmallow mixed with chocolate. "You've read the boards and all of the stuff that is on the social media and all that, right? I mean if you do that, you're probably about as caught up as the rest of us." he points out to her. "If you want to know more than that, you could always set an appointment with Scott or Jean to get you more up to date?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna bit back another sigh as she lowered the grip on the spoon and set it down again. She grabbed her mug of hot chocolate, wrapping her hands around it tightly and pulling it close. She pursed her lips and shrugged, "I glanced over it. But that's about it. It was confusing, by and large and there's a year worth of stuff to try to figure out. You know? I feel bad about having gone like I did.." She trailed off and leaned forward over her mug as her gaze dropped to it. "I don't want to bother Jean and Scott. They're busy. And I don't know how long I'll stay for." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "It's not about being a bother. It's about trying to figure out what is going on and what you can do to assist." Bobby responds to her comment and then adds, "You did what you had to do. Genosha is important. Not just to you, but to mutants and the whole thing. Some of us reach out and make great things happen." he points out to her. "And some us stay around here just to do their own thing." he winks at her and sips from his mug. "You have got to stop beating yourself up over this - because you know, there's already enough people looking to drag us down, you don't need to be doing it to yourself. You've already proven yourself, Lorna Dane." He smiles at her. "And noone would ever be too busy to help a friend." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna shot Bobby a look, a small twitch of her lips that was just shy of a full smile, but close enough followed. Her more morose thoughts pushed back for the moment by the warmth of Bobby's personality and his attempts to wave away her own concerns. Much easier than he had his own. She sipped at her hot chocolate with care, watching him from over the rim. "I couldn't be a teacher here. I'd lose my mind, probably chuck wrenches at the kids for instructional purposes and get fired. I've got no patience for it." She flashed Bobby a warmer smile then. "So you're doing something I couldn't do." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "That was a good try. But you're already a Princess." Bobby gives a wink at Lorna as he finishes off his mug of cocoa. "Look. Noone's asking you to be a teacher. There's a lot of things you can do. You can stay and train. And you know. Be one of us." he points out to her before giving her a smile in return, "Home is where the best cocoa is after all. And there's no better cocoa than that made by someone else." There's a a pause for a moment as if he's about to say something else, and lets it go. "But hey, even if you do go back. At least keep in touch?" he asks her quietly as he moves to rise to his feet. "I should go grade some papers." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna smiled and a faint huff of a breath escaped her, "Hey, being a Princess is easy. I didn't even have to do anything to be counted as one. That was all my father's doing. Technically." She joked lightly about it and she sipped at her hot chocolate with care. The whipped cream and everything was sweet, and warm, it was a good way to end a snowball fight. Even with the topics of conversation being somewhat of a strain between the two of them. Particularly as Bobby seemed ready to say something and didn't. She arched a brow upwards. "If I go back, sure, I'll try to stand in touch. Have fun grading." 
}}

6201/The Rise and Very Quick Demise of Doctor Snocone

2019-01-17T00:07:00Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/16 |Location=Xavier's School - Backyard |Synopsis=Bobby gives some training to younger students, and ends up in a snowball war with Rogue a..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/16
|Location=Xavier's School - Backyard
|Synopsis=Bobby gives some training to younger students, and ends up in a snowball war with Rogue and Lorna!
|Cast of Characters=822, 16, 128
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' While it's true that Bobby Drake is mostly the math teacher for the school, every once in a while he wants to help some of the kids unwind with their powers. And this is one of those days. Bobby's taken over the backyard of the school, and there is a /lot/ of snow around. "Alright. Here's what we're going to do. I'm gonna make snowmen. I mean, a lot of snowmen. And they're going to try to get you. You're going to have to stop my evil snowmen!" He even affects an evil laugh as he lifts himself on a pedestal of ice and looms. Wait. Is he.. yes, he's wearing a tablecloth around his back and tied off like a cape to give him a villanous look. "I, Doctor Snocone, shall conquer the school yet!" he roars, and starts to create several snowmen. He's using this as his own exericse in controlling and reaching out with his powers as he makes one - then two animated snow golems, each of them six feet in height as they start trudging towards the school chasing after the younger students which are laughing and throwing snowballs about in glee. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue has moved most of her stuff into a room in the school again and has been settling back into life here. She still has her place in Manhattan, its leased until mid summer but she's enjoying herself back here away from the hectic life of the city. Right now, she's emerging along a pathway from the lake, wearing a heavy black peacoat and a dark green wool knit cap over her two-toned brown and white hair. Beneath her coat is the sweater that Lorna gave her as a late Christmas present (thought Rogue cosniders it an early Birthday present). Her big black leather snow boots are on over a pair of dark grey trousers and she's trudging along through Bobby's snowland back toward the school. At Rogue's side is her German Shepherd 'Aces' walking along with her on a leash. The dog is attentively staring at Doctor Snocone and the activity there, while Rogue is staring at her phone. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' The green haired woman stepped outside, a mug of hot chocolate clasped in her chilled hands as she stepped outside. Lorna wore a lavender winter jacket, thick and thermal and fleece lined. A cream colored scarf wrapped in fluffy loops around her neck and was tucked up by her nose to keep her features warmer than the rest of her face. She shivered as she watched Bobby create a mass amount of snowmen to chase the various students that battled in the backyard. A glance at Rogue and Lorna flashed the other woman a grin and a wave of her hand. "Hey! Glad to see you liked the sweater." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' The younger kids are still running around and playing in the snow. Several of them are finally starting to use their powers to fight against the snowmen, and there's a smile of approval from Bobby. "That's it! Just remember to focus, don't let the moment overwhelm you to the point of overpowering you!" While he's chasing the kids with his snowmen, Bobby notices Rogue. "Hey!" he calls over to her. And then he gets mischevious. With his cape billowing - and a warm scarf around his neck, the ice maker forms a snowball in his hands. "Aha, I shall put you on //ice// you Southern Belle!" comes the threat as he tosses the perfectly made snowball at Rogue, intending to hit her in the arm. But then there's Lorna that is coming into view of Bobby's snowball. Oh no! % 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue makes her way up close to where Lorna is and she smiles at the other's words before she looks down at herself in the comfy sweater-gift. "Its like a blanket that I can take with me." She says, with her eyes raising back up to look back upon Lorna. "Its a big win. I'm gonna have it on for a--" She's cut off as she hears the 'Hey!' and the 'Southern Belle!' part, which makes her look over to the Doctor up to his evil deeds. Sure, she may have a personal 'danger sense' that she also stole from Carol Danvers, but snowballs don't really induce a lot of fear in the Mississippi native, so she just lets it splat against her shoulder and dust her peacoat in white powder. Aces, however, starts to bark at Doctor Snowcone for this outrageous attack against his owner. "Shhh. Its cool." Rogue says to her dog. "I'm gonna get HIM back for THAT. When he LEAST expects it!" She shouts back to Bobby then. Apparently one snowball wasn't enough to get the country of Roguenation into a snowpocalypse war... 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna couldn't help but smile all the more for Rogue's words as the other woman came up to greet her. "I thought it was super soft too." She was clearly pleased to see her friend wearing her gift. She sipped at her hot chocolate, and was in the process of asking how Rogue was feeling, when Bobby's snowball crashed against Rogue's shoulder and splattered all over Lorna's front. She blinked, looking down at her hot chocolate and happy to see that //it// had at least survived intact. Even if she was covered in a light powder of snow. A grumble escaped her as Rogue whirled to shout at Bobby after calming the dog down. Before her own glance was angled for the dog at her side and Lorna bent to offer her hand out to be sniffed. "Hey, who's a good dog?" She gushed. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "I think you're just chicken cause this is my element, Rogue!" Doctor Snocone calls back over at Rogue. He's a doctor. But when he sees that he hit Lorna at well, there's a redness in the man's cheeks not caused by the snow. "Sorry about that, you were uhm... err.. what's the word.. spalsh damage!" That works, right? Though it seems that the two women are talking and surely Bobby would not interrupt that. Thats why there's a snowman that's sneaking up on the pair. Because you know. It's snow. And Bobby may not be that bright sometimes. Especially when it comes to the 'being cool' department. And that snowman? He has branch arms. Want to fetch the sticks, Aces? You know you wanna fetch the sticks! In the meantime, the kids are starting to overwhelm his two original snowmen, so Bobby has to tear his concentration away to make a few more snowmen from the remains - these are smaller and start to move around. It's a new use of his powers. He normally tries to have direct control, and his eyes are narrowed, lips pressed together. The exertion is obvious as he's trying out the new stunt. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "We're not supposed t'use our powers on each other around here, ya know!" Rogue shouted a little more back at Bobby. "All'a this counts as your mutation, ya punk!" She slips her phone away into her coat pocket and then kneels down to get some snow anyway and start to try to compact it into a ball. "Ah who'am I kiddin'. I'm gonna get him back right now..." Aces, however, is engaging Lorna's offered hand and shoves his head underneath her hand to force her to pet the top of his head because he knows what he likes! But sadly it only lasts for a second or so before the German Shepherd glances over when Rogue crouches, then notices the Evil Snowman coming up on them all! BARKBARKBARK! Aces suddenly lunges away from the two women and rushes toward the Snowman to grab at one of its stick arms, all growly and protective! 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna grinned and coo'ed over the shepherd, her free hand buried deep into the dog's fur as she scratched the top of his head with gusto. She was happy to stick with just petting the dog as she brushed off the remaining bits of snow from her coat and sipped at her hot chocolate. She was, at least for the moment, amused with the dog and ignoring the battle of snowmen vs students. Even as Rogue hollered at Bobby across the way and went to start the attack, grabbing and making her own snowball, Lorna was happy where she was. Until Aces started barking and jerked back to lunge at the sneaking snowman that came up behind the green haired mutant. Lorna twisted about, standing and glowering at the snowman first and then back at Bobby. "Right. A sneak attack? That's war Bobby." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "It's not my powers if it snowed last night!" Bobby calls back at Rogue with a laugh. "That's like blaming Storm for a warm breeze!" Then he clears his throat to be all dramatic. "I mean, Doctor Snocone knows not of your silly rules! I am Doctor Snocone! I was a mild mannered doctor until I ate a radioactive shaved ice and gained all the powers of a Snowcone! Never trust the yellow snow, it's not lemon-lime!" And he's still chasing after kids with his little snow golems, as Aces manages to get a hold of the snowman's arm and rips it off. "You disarmed my snowbeast!" Doctor Snocone laments over the lost limbs of his snowman. And then Lorna's joining in. "I'll get you too, my lime-haired beauty!" Bobby crows, casting a wink at Lorna as he starts to make more snowballs to prepare to chuck. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue has to let go of the dog's leash to pack the snowball nice and good, but she trusts her dog well enough, she had paid to have him trained like a police dog while she was in NYC. The dog aggressively snaps the stick in two and then lunges at the snowman snout-first to take it down! Seemingly unaware of it not being an actual 'living threat' but he's protective of the people around here. Rogue rises back up and she spins around to track Doctor Snowcone, having a whole armload of ammo held against her torso now. She lines one up and throws it at blistering speed toward the man wearing the table cloth cape! "You're going down, Nurse Snowflake!" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna looked utterly torn between wanting to finish her hot chocolate, which was quickly becoming cold, or trying to chug it and finish it off. She sighed, the call to a snowball fight was a given now. She had to back up what she'd said after all. Particularly as Aces was downing his own sneaky snowman. Finally, she made her choice and downed the rest of the hot chocolate, just in time for Bobby to cackle like a bad super villain and nearly make her spit out the drink from laughter. She coughed, covering her mouth her hand as she choked back her laughter. Finally, she set the cup aside, catching herself as she straightened up and dashed forward to grab up snow to make a snowball and hurriedly chuck it at Bobby directly. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Just as Bobby was starting to get into the groove, here comes Rogue - and she has to take it all the way to ten. The snowball comes rocketing at him and //SPLUT//, he's knocked off his perch and falls to the ground with a thump, only the thick layer of snow cushioning his fall. Coughing and wheezing, it takes him to catch his breath. "Hey! No Powers!" he starts to weakly protest. That's what you get when you mess with a Belle with a million dollar arm and the legs to match. And then Lorna has to add on with her little snowball 'poomfing' against him. "Fine, you want to play that way..." Rising to his feet, Bobby pushes the cape off of his shoulder dramatically. "It will take more than that to take me down!" he calls out and starts to wave his hands dramatically. "Now you will face my ultimate attack!" Above him he starts to make a snowball. Bigger and bigger. "Snow-me, chill-me, ha-me...." he starts to say as he makes dramatic flakes pulling into the snow, his other snowmen easily overrun by the kids thanks to the successful distraction. Next time, on Snowball-Z, Doctor Snocone will unleash his ultimate attack on Rogue and Lorna. You know, unless he's distracted. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' So Rogue's dog is attacking the left overs of a Snowman Golem that Bobby had created to attack she and Lorna while they weren't looking, and now Lorna and Rogue themselves--are throwing snowballs at Bobby... aka Doctor Snowcone. And a bunch of students are running around equally dispatching animated Snowmemn soldiers serving the evil Snowcone! Rogue rushes behind a stone railing in the yard for cover. "This is ridiculous! I just want everyone t'know that!" She shouts in her thick southern flavored voice. "But still... we need someone with heat power out here t'counter this!" Quicky she rises up and throws two more snowy-spheres at the evil Doctor. And yeah, she can throw better/faster than any Major League pitcher! 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' As Bobby fell over under the weight of Rogue's mass of snow, Lorna floated away and up into the air. Cheating? Sure. But she wasn't //that// far off the ground. Mostly her feet were horribly cold and if she stayed on the ground they'd only get colder. She shivered in the air, and zipped over to where Rogue sought out cover behind the stone railings that too were covered in snow. She landed, and grabbed up more snow to pelt in Bobby's general direction. "Yeah well, magnets aren't helpful against snow, or heat. So this is all I've got." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Chill-me, freeze-me, ice-meeee..." Bobby continues that intense building of a giant snowball, intent on squashing the Southern Belle! As for the kids - it's clear whose side they are on because they're all throwing snowballs at Bobby and laughing with glee as they all play around. And then another Southern Snowball Express comes in from Rogue, hitting Bobby in the gut and there's a yelp before his concentration blanks out. Falling over, his eyes widen. "Eep." The giant snowball that he had created //FLUMPS// on him, covering Bobby beneath the massive mound in his own personal snowbank. The remaining snow golems collapse, leaving only the snowy yard, and the kids cheering in victory for the two women. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue drops back behind the stone railing, causing some of the snow on it to tumble down onto her head and shoulders, mixing in with her wild white and brown hair that is held down by that wool cap she has on. Her eyes look up to Lorna floating and she grins at her. "You're gonna make yourself a target, Green Peace." She says at the Magnetic one. "Find a little piece a metal and put it in one'a the snowballs then aim it right for his nose." She then laughs, or cackles, and shakes her head. "I guess that'd be too mean." Aces is running around the backyard now, barking at the kids fighting the remaining snowmen... and keeps barking as they give up and fall apart, he's running around with the kids now in seeming celebration! Rogue hops up just in time to see Bobby get smooshed by his own giant snowball. And of course she starts to laaaaaaaugh it up! Quickly she runs over to where he got smooshed by the giant icey mess and she, for whatever reason, throws another snowball ontop of it. "Blamo!" She shouts at the pile, for good measure. "You're defeated, Doctah!" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' "What I trusted you to be air ground support." Lorna shrugged as she laughed softly under her breath as snow fell off the fence to dust them both in a light powder of snow. She shook out her hair, tucking her scarf up and over her chilled nose as she peered over the edge of the fence just in time to watch the snowmen collapse in on themselves and watch as Rogue hurled the snowball, catching Bobby and causing his own snowball to collapse on him. She blinked repeatedly, and leaped over the edge of the stone fence, gloves hand helping to vaunt her over as she half jumped over the snow drifts back toward Bobby. "Aww, what a sad end for Doctor Snowcone." She teased, leaning over to help brush off the snow and offer Bobby a hand up. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Smoooooooshed. That's what Bobby is. Don't panic Bobby, you can breathe, this is your element. Don't panic! And there's a few flakes of snow. A little snowball rolls down the hill. And the mound moves. And grows and reforms. All of that snow that Bobby had pulled in earlier starts to shift and shape, and reform. That is until the snow parts, and Lorna is standing over him. "But.. but..." Bobby says in a mock morose tone as he reaches to take Lorna's hand so that she can pull him up and gives a little mope. "That waasn't even my final form." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue shakes her head side to side as Lorna helps the 'evil Doctor' up. "No way, Jose. You've been beaten down. No more 'forms'." And with that said she goes to retrieve the dog's leash and to take him back under control from rough housing with the kids who're still throwing snowballs at each other now. "Is your arm okay?" She asks Bobby then, now with Aces back at her side happily panting away even though his fur is completely covered in snow. "I didn't know it could be... blasted off, and you could regrow them... Thats pretty, uh, cool? For lack of a bettah description." Rogue is hit in the back with a snowball from one of the male students and she huffs. "Seriously?" She says over her shoulder as the kid runs away! 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A slow shake of her head followed as Lorna helped Bobby out and clapped off the remaining bits of snow off her jacket. "Well then this is the point in the show where the heroes offer the villian a chance to reform and learn from his ways and join them on an epic quest." She grinned at Bobby's moping figure. Her gaze swung toward Rogue as the other woman asked after Bobby's ability to regrow bits and pieces of him. She pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowing as she turned green eyes back to him. "You didn't tell me about that, what happened? How'd it happen?" She arched a brow, tilting her head to the side as she crossed her arms and tried to warm her hands by tucking them up and under her sleeves. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' When Rogue speaks up about what happened to him, Bobby tries to make desperate shushing motions, and then Lorna's looking at him, and the icy mutant reaches up to scrub at the back of his neck with his free hand. "Had to stay in ice form a little longer, but it's all right as rain!" he offers quickly, a slight squeak in his voice that brokers his own worry. To Lorna, he turns and offers a quick smile that doesn't quite touch his eyes as he watches her. "You know, just.. discovered something new about my powers is all!" he offers quickly. "So, you can throw some awesome snowballs, Rogue! Glad you're doing better!" Subject change deployed! 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I always thought that that ice form was like... armor, overtop'a the rest'a you. I didn't realize you turn IN t'ice." Rogue replies to him then as she wipes the snow off of her back with her non-dog-leash holding gloved hand, shaking her coat out some as well. "Well I'm glad it... uh, grew back, or whateve'ah ya call it. Thanks for comin' t'get me too. I didn't mean for anyone t'get themselves inta trouble on my account'n all... But hey, glad t'have backup. I may've been in a weird place if ya'll hadn't showed up." She's not entirely sure what would've happened, its something she needs to talk about with Scott and Jean. Tell them all about what happened those past two weeks where she was MIA. Rogue just smirks at the throwing snowballs skill as she starts to turn back toward the house. "Thats right, I got all manner'a skills people don't know about." And that is said in that classic Rogue'ish way, of being flirty and fun. She raises her free hand up and waves at Bobby and Lorna. "See ya'll inside." And with that, she and Aces start back toward the house as that kid reappears and is about to throw another snowball at Rogue, but she starts to run at him, chasing him now back toward the mansion, with the dog bounding along as they go! 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A glance was spared for Rogue and Aces, Lorna's lips twitching briefly as the Southern belle trotted along inside. "Heat up some water! We need some hot chocolate soon." She called after her, glancing at the students still chucking snowballs all over. Her smile died however as she turned her focus back to Bobby as he attempted to change the subject rather abruptly. She pursed her lips, looking away to their feet instead. "If you don't want to tell me, just say so Bobby. I'm not interested in chiding you or whatever you think I might do. I'd just like to know what I missed. What happened. No one's told me anything." She grimaced, looking back to him. It was clear that what well and truly bothered her was the lack of anyone telling her anything of what happened recently. Some because they had no idea, others because they didn't want to share. It was frustrating. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' There's a momentary pause, and Bobby considers, before he lets out a sigh. "Come on, lets go inside, and I'll tell you about it over hot chocolate. With lots of marshmellows." He looks sufficently shamed, and he shrugs his shoulders. "Just you know, nothing I wanted to worry you with." he admits finally. "You have so much going on, and I'm not that big on the whole.. list of things that you have to do." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A heavy sigh escaped Lorna, her shoulders deflating as she looked to Bobby as he spoke. There was a long pause, a deepening silence filled only with the sounds in the background from the students still chasing each other with snowballs. She held her silence for a long moment, her green eyes falling to Bobby's arm and back to meet his gaze evenly. She pursed her lips but nodded once. "I worry more by not knowing what happened. I just want to know. I imagine things way worse you know." She made to follow him back inside, her humor and cheer lost. "I hate being left out on purpose Bobby. Even if it's for good reasons.." 
}}

6182/Rec Room Commiserations

2019-01-15T03:40:12Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/14 |Location=Xavier's School - Rec Room |Synopsis=Bobby and Andrea natter about what it means to be a role model - Lorna joins in later, wi..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/14
|Location=Xavier's School - Rec Room
|Synopsis=Bobby and Andrea natter about what it means to be a role model - Lorna joins in later, with her own thoughts.
|Cast of Characters=1790, 822, 128
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Settled in the Rec Room is the globally recognized popstarlet, Andrea. Instead of her X-Man in training yellow and black unstable molecule jumpsuit, she's wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a flannel shirt with a black t-shirt beneath it. She is sitting on the couch, strumming her guitar and practicing some rifts as she looks down at some sheet music. At times she will adjust the chords, write a few lyrics down, or scribble something out. It's a chill afternoon for the mutant celebrity, not having engaged much with the rest of her student body this fine Monday. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Coming down into the rec room, Bobby is dressed down into a pair of sweats. Both are marked 'Property of Xavier's' as he frowns. "Ah man, they took out the pinball machine. I was a wizard on that." he rumbles, laughing and shaking his head, before his attention turns to the young woman making music. He gives her a two-fingered wave, and heads over to where she's sitting. "Hey. Mind if I join you?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Glancing upwards from her guitar, Andrea pauses in her strumming. "Hey. Sure, you can join me." She looks about the room, noticing that the pinball machine is missing as well, then gives a lick of her lips. "I can buy us a new one if you want. I only played it a few times but I wasn't very good at it. Whatcha up to?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Eh, just chilling after that whole rescue Rogue thing, you know." Bobby says as he tucks a knee up against his chest. "I heard you practicing. Didn't want to interrupt you at you know, work. That whole paying the bills, making the fans happy bit." he comments with a wink at her. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I'm glad that we found her and she's safe. That was a real ordeal." Andrea says as she shrugs her shoulders upwards. "You aren't interrupting. It's just downtime for me. Wanting to fine tune a few of these songs I was working on before I submit them to my management. I just put out an album about six months ago, so I'm in no rush to go cramming my third down anyone's throat. It's the touring that really wears me down and I just finished a leg of that recently." She tucks some hair back behind her ear some, shuffling her papers into place. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. Well. I did notice you kinda lost your cool the other night." Bobby points out to her as he folds his fingers around his knee. "You alright?" he asks her. "I mean.." he shrugs a little. "I tend to start making some pretty bad puns and stuff when in stressful situations, and just you know, didn't want you to feel insulted." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Tapping the side of her head where a scar is seen peeking out from beneath her hair, Andrea says, "I was shot in the head and it broke something in me. I kinda struggle at times to rein the wolf in. When I shift, she sorta takes over and it's hard to separate my mind from hers. I know it's .. not like I have a split personality, but it's like a darker, more violent version of myself comes out. Feral." She gives another pluck of the strings of her guitar. "I know it can be seen as terrifying, which is why I don't let the public know what type of mutant power I have. It's bad PR." As far as the rest, she shrugs her shoulders. "I wasn't insulted. I just get super focused on a mission. I've been training with Mister Summers for the last year and sometimes he rubs off on me." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Reaching up, Bobby touches the scar for a moment before withdrawing his hand. "I see." he says as he shrugs his shoulders. "Not really terrifying. Just something that makes you you. See. You make it out in terms of terror, then that's how it's going to be projected from you. You have to find something good about that part. I mean, it's a wolf. They're loyal, majestic, powerful.." he shrugs and smirks. "I'm just a human shaved ice machine. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Werewolves are in horror movies and books, and are seen as unyielding monsters of flesh tearing destruction. No one is going to look at me, with fangs and claws, drooling on myself, as a majestic beast. I'm fine with what I am. I have no issue with that. I just don't plan on becoming an attraction for TMZ to rip apart either. I'm on every young girl's wall as a poster. I'm in every girl's phone playing my hottest track. Parents see me as this girl next door from Disney when I grew up on a kid's show. I came out as a mutant to the world to show that we're not all a bunch of Magneto's. But, you have to imagine what parents will do when it comes out that I turn into a furrier version of Wolverine. It's bad PR and bad for my brand. Let them think I fly or I glow or something. Leads to the mystique." Andrea puts the guitar to the side. "Know what I mean? If I was like any other normal mutant, I wouldn't care. But I'm essentially the Britney Spears of mutants. Even Dazzler got dragged and hell, she's a superhero that worked with the Avengers. I'm just playing the long game as I work on my charity and try to help as many people as I can before it all tumbles down." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' There's a sigh of breath from Bobby as he leans back. "See, you're looking at this how it's all going to fall apart on you - did you ever stop to think..." he asks her as he sits up, and for a moment, he's far more serious than the usual Bobby schtick that comes from him as he looks thoughtfully at the young woman. "About how many girl's walls that have that poster that they are going to bed that night, looking at you, wondering what you would do if you had the same mutation that they just deveolped a few days before?" he asks her curiously. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Of course I do. Do you know that young mutant girls between the ages of nine and thirteen have a sixty-four percent higher rate of suicide also because they don't have parents that will be 'okay' with them just being born with blue skin? I'm lucky that I can hide my mutation. Hell, most of the X-Men are as well." Andrea gives a glance over at him. "It's why I have my charity. Starlight. It's a mutant suicide preventation outreach 800 number, twenty four hours a day. I've rescued over two hundred young mutants so far from taking their lives in the past three years ago. I think about those kids every single day." She wrings her hands together tightly. "Boys have a seventy-three percent chance of killing themselves. I give parents something wholesome to look at, so hopefully, HOPEFULLY, they don't look at their kids as freaks." She grits her teeth, then pushes up to her feet as she strides across the room to one of the arcade machines. "The Friends of Humanity have attacked me three times this year. I've been stabbed in the chest and I died. Josh Foley saved my life. I was just shot two weeks ago by a sniper at one of my concerts and lucky I was able to shift quick enough to not let that kill me either. You gotta understand, Bobby. I can't just walk around outside all eight feet of fur and claws and expect people to not keep shooting at me. I have tons of reasons for just keeping it wrapped up. Maybe one day, who knows. I'm sure it will come sooner or later." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Look. Ain't going to lie. I know I'm lucky. I got the cool ice powers that I can keep hidden all the time, if I wanted." Bobby stands up to follow after Andrea, walking over to the machines. "You're doing what you think is right. I get that. All I'm trying to say is.." he frowns, trying to find a way to put it in a better sense. "..you're not alone in this." he finally offers, settling his hand on her shoulder. "As long as you're here, this isn't just your fight to yourself, alright?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I know I'm not alone, it's why I chose Xavier's to go to school. I moved out from Los Angeles to New York to be /here/, with you." Andrea stiffens a bit at the touch, then relaxes as her fingers poke at the buttons on the machine despite not starting a game. "So what are you really worried about?" She asks as she glances over her shoulder at him. "That I'm bottling up and just letting it all kinda sit in my gut?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Pretty much. That's stealing my schtick." Bobby says with a smirk as he leans against the side of the machine to let Andrea play. "And trust me, it doesn't do anything for anyone. I was a teenage rebel once too, you know." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I'm not a teenage rebel though, Mister Drake." Andrea says cooly as she glances over at him. "I don't even break curfew. I'm straight A's and I take on extracurriculars such as tutoring. If you are looking for a project, go after Mason Steele, the /other/ popstar mutant here in the mansion. He's an addict. A shameless flirt. He barely holds a C average most times. He cuts school. He also hates himself." She slips a quarter into the machine, then taps the start button on a game of Pac-Man. "He tried to kill himself once when I wrote a song about him after a nasty breakup. Threw himself out a third story window and his mutant powers activated when he hit the ground. He's a geo-kinetic. He's my best friend. He's the one you should be giving the big brother talk to. He's the highest risk student here because he's terrified of what he is and what will happen when the world eventually finds out that he eats rocks and can yank stones out of the ground." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Maybe I am out of touch with today's youth, because I was trying to tease with you, Andrea." Bobby snorts a little, as he shakes his head. "I'm not any good with this outreach thing. As I just proved, totally. So yeah. Go ahead, and continue that whole Pac-Man thing." he lets out his breath and pushes away. "See you around, Andrea." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Letting a ghost kill her, Andrea turns around to reach out to snag his hand. Tugging him back, she leans in and gives him a firm hug. "You're doing good." She says softly to him, before she leans back and lets him go. "Thank you for letting me vent. I needed it. I'm just.. I'm an alpha wolf and we have pride.. can't let the pack see that you're weak, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Tugged back into the hug, Bobby looks utterly confused and laughs. "You know, I'm supposed to be trying to shore you up, not the other way around!" he points out to her as he returns the hug. "And yeah, I know you're an Alpha. Just no peeing on my stuff." he winks and glances towards the game. "Now get back to that before you get eaten by another ghost." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I actually don't like video games." Andrea says once she lets him go, leaning back against the machine. "I like making things with my hands, thus why I always have a guitar or a notebook in them." She gives a look over to her instrument. "Wanna hear the new song I wrote?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "I've actually been working on trying to sculpt with my hands and ice, you know. Everyone tells me I can make all these wonderful things, and I think they may have more thought of what I can do than what I can actually do, if that makes sense?" Bobby gives a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk at that. "Trust me, your singing is way better than my scuplting." he points out with a chuckle. "And yes, I'd like to hear what you were coming up with." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Just like my singing, it takes practice." Andrea says as she slinks back to the couch and flops down on the cushions. She draws the guitar into her lap, brushing her fingers along the strings to feel out the notes before she begins to strum. It's an acoustic version of this song which will soon be turned into a more upbeat-poprock version. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_eHBvl0-NY As she sings, her voice rises upwards powerfully with conviction. Her foot taps along the ground to give her a beat as her body rocks side to side. Though for now, this version of the song showcases her vocals and the lyrics behind how powerful they are. A song of moving on. Getting over the hump. Self-Esteem. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' As he listens to Andrea's song, Bobby closes his eyes, taking it all in. The young man finally blows out a breath and claps gently. "That. That was really awesome, Andrea. And powerful." the human ice maker offers with a smile. "See, you're way better at this inspiring thing than I'll ever be." There's a chuckle at that, as he and Andrea are sitting at some nearby couches. She has her guitar in her lap, and he's listening to her play. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Shrugging her shoulders upwards, Andrea says, "I just say what's in my heart, that's all. Young mutants need to hear that type of stuff. That it's okay to be okay." She brushes some of her light brown hair behind her ear, then puts the guitar to the side. "You did a good job back there too, and it's okay to be new at talking to us unruly kids." She winks. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna entered with a shuffle of slippered feet. The green haired woman had made herself at home after flinging out presents about the mansion to those that she knew fairly well before she'd left nearly a year ago. Despite having been on a tropical island, in the heat and in the sun, she was still pale. Her powers lending well to her lack of sunburns or even a tan. Her green hair had grown out, long and curly, tumbling over her shoulders in waves. She wore a button up long sleeved shirt, and a heavy, thick cardigan over it and a pair of leggings. A multitude of cheap nickle jewelry covered her fingers, wrists and neck. All easily manipulated with a wave of her hand or a thought. Though it certainly wasn't needed within the bounds of the X-mansion. She plodded into the rec room, a bowl of popcorn in her grip as her gaze swung from Bobby to Andrea. "Hey, anyone want some? I can't eat all of this." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Eh. I'm not that far-removed from being a teenager myself, and you want to talk about an unruly kid..." Bobby rolls his eyes at that, giving a good-natured smile. "Which is why I'm probably being told I need to do all this stuff, now. You know, penance for that whole rebellious streak." There's a chuff of alaugh at that, before Lorna arrives. Bobby sits up a little bit straighter in his seat to try to get a more proper posture. "H-hey Lorna. Did you get all your presents handed out?" he asks her, as he glances to the popcorn. "Sure, come on over. Andrea was just sharing a song she was working on with me, and you know, I'm trying to be all grown up about it and not get all squealy about a private concert." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Oh. Pff. Like you're a fan." Andrea rolls her eyes upwards, bucking her shoulder against his. "Come on. I bet you listen to rock music, maybe even that new rap stuff at the least." Her head tilts over to Lorna and lifts a hand upwards with a grin, then gives a glance to Bobby as her brows lift. "Huh. Sure, I'd love some popcorn. How are you doing, Miss Dane?" She asks curiously as she shifts up on the couch a bit straighter. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' If the green haired woman noticed Bobby's sudden attentiveness or the way he stumbled over his hellos, she didn't show it. Rather she ambled over, slippers scuffing with each step before she plopped down beside them and held out the buttery popcorn out to the two of them. Of course, she grabbed herself a handful and happily munched away on it for a beat or two in silence, listening to each in turn. "Well, most of them? Some of them.. You still didn't open yours Bobby." She added after a beat. "And Scott just lectured me and went back to his grading. So really, not so good on the delivery aspect yet." She sighed and popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth as her gaze swung toward Andrea. "I'm alright, didn't sleep well.. but then again I'm just not used to the sounds of a school anymore." She shrugged lightly with a roll of her shoulders. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "I can get you a pair of those noise-cancelling headphones, if it'd help." Bobby offers to Lorna before smirking. "What, you don't think I won't listen to a little bubble gum pop now and again?" he asks with a snort of breath. "I tend to go all over the place with what I want to listen to." And then Lorna is pointing out his present not being opened. "...I don't remember getting it. Did I step on it? Slid under my door." he's looking around in mock-frantic searching, as if looking for a present before reaching to take some of the popcorn. "Yes, there's this period when you can actually socialize with Scott - it's every other Tuesday after a blood moon and you only can speak with him for fifteen seconds before he reverts to normal. Oh, and all day on February 30th." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I don't think most guys want to admit outloud that they listen to my music. Kinda hurts their street cred with the ladies." Andrea says as she reaches for some popcorn, lobbing one into her mouth with a crunch. She listens to the pair with an amused smile on her face. "I don't have any trouble getting ahold of Mister Summers for our daily workout or DR sessions. But I'm sorta on his calendar. That's the best way to get ahold of him. Put a meeting request on his Outlook." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna snorted and rolled her eyes. "I left it in your room, and obviously, since you're not thanking me for it. You didn't see it." She shot back with a hint of a teasing smile on her lips, grabbing another handful of popcorn. "You didn't honestly think I'd ask you to help me unload all of those presents and not bring you one Bobby. C'mon." She arched a green eyebrow upwards, turning her gaze back to Andrea. "To be fair, I don't typically listen to it either?" She offered sheepishly, and grumbled softly about Summers boys and schedules. "Well, he had time for a mini-lecture and disapproving trade mark glower.. so.. I guess that I'm just lucky." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "You //willingly// seek out Grumpyscottlumpicous?" Bobby asks with a raise of both brows. "You sure you don't want access to your own foundation?" he asks Andrea with a small smirk and then takes some more popcorn. "No, I haven't been to my room yet." But one can see it in his posture - he's so much like a kid. He's been told there's a present in his room and he wants to go bolting to it right now to find out what it is. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Scott isn't grumpy with me. We have a good working relationship together. He's been training me since I took over the role of New Mutants team leader." Andrea says as she shrugs her shoulders upwards. "He told me that he sees a lot of himself in me in that way that I tactically analyze missions. So, I don't know.. but I make sure to just put a meeting on his Cal and then meet him if he accepts. We're both really busy." She pops another piece of popcorn into her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully. "It's cool you don't listen to my music. I know it's not for everyone. As long as there is a tween crowd, I guess I'll be okay." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Another shrug, "Maybe because I've spent a year in Genosha and Scott just disapproves in general that I spent time there instead of here." She made a face, a twist of her lips as she grabbed another handful of popcorn. "Maybe he was just frustrated at grading papers.." She added after a moment, and continued to pick at the handful of popcorn idly. Her green eyed gaze lingering on it for a beat, two, before turning back to Bobby and Andrea. "I'm more or less for the alternative rock crowd. Just my thing." She murmured, "You're still better than country or rap?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Check it!" Plucking a piece of popcorn, Bobby tries that whole toss it into the air and catch it in his mouth thing. Instead, it bounces off of his forehead and falls to the floor. "Well, my aim's getting better." he says with a snort of laughter, before Lorna's words sober him. "Hey.. you told me last night. It's important to you. And to the world. I can't fault you that. Do we miss you around here? Of course. But you know.. this school prepares people to go out into the world to make it better. If we all hung around here, well.. not like we can have five different math teachers." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Nodding her head, Andrea seems to agree with Bobby. "One of my good friends Clarice is on Genosha. Goes by Blink. If you see her, tell her I said Hi." She takes her phone out and puts it on the table, fishing through her latest album. "I'll play something for you guys. It's not on the radio, but it's one of my favorite songs. You can tell me if it's Bubblegum or not." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpNVRacbS2c As she listens to it, she leans back to snag some more popcorn from the bowl, humming along with the lyrics that she knows so well. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A laugh escaped Lorna as Bobby tried and failed to catch popcorn with his mouth. Her eyebrows shooting upwards as he tried to recover from his poor aim. Her smile faded as quickly as Bobby's did however, and she sighed, crossing her legs and looking off to the otherside of the rec room to eye the game system set up there as if it might have the answers she sought. "It's more than that Bobby, you know it is. Genosha isn't just some random island for me to vacation at and do a bunch of 'good deeds' there.." She sighed but Andrea's words brought a smile to her lips. "Oh? Cool. I'll have to make a point of meeting up with her then." She grinned, "I'll be heading back some time soon, I'm sure." She quieted as the other woman took out her phone and scrolled through for another song to play. Lorna listened with care and attention, even as she grabbed another handful of popcorn. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "I know it is. And I know what it means." Bobby responds. And then he listens. But at the end of the song, he's pushing himself to his feet. "I should get on to grading papers and such. And you know, not totally ransacking my room to find a present." he comments teasingly. Patting Lorna's leg, he moves to stand up, and smiles to the pair of women. "I'll see you around." With that, he's heading off. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' As the song comes to an end, Andrea's lips give a bit of a twitch. "I wrote that one after Donald Pierce killed me." She tugs the front of her shirt down and to one side, where a large scar hovers over her heart. "I needed to write something that showed I wasn't going to be scared, even after that." As Bobby rises up to leave, she gives him a smile, then tilts her head over to a girl who is waving in her direction. "That's my girl I'm tutoring for music theory. It was nice to see you, Miss Dane. Tell Clarice I love her. She's one of my favorite friends." She grins, gently nudging her shoulder as her voice drops. "Keep doing good work in Genosha. I plan on volunteering there as well soon." With that, she heads off to meet the pink skinned girl with gills. "Hey Judy." She is heard saying, throwing an arm about her shoulders. 
}}

6174/Returning to School

2019-01-13T23:19:46Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/13 |Location=Xavier's School - Main Lobby |Synopsis=Lorna returns to the school, bearing gifts - and Bobby's there to meet her with a gift..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/13
|Location=Xavier's School - Main Lobby
|Synopsis=Lorna returns to the school, bearing gifts - and Bobby's there to meet her with a gift of his own.
|Cast of Characters=128, 822
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' It had been months since Lorna had been around the Xavier school, nearly a whole year in fact. The green haired magnokinetic had taken off some time last year to return to her father's place of power in Genosha and there she had stayed. The young woman hadn't stayed in contact, and had more or less stuck solely to Genosha and it's development. She'd spent long days working in the diplomatic places of power, and to the public eye.. Had been the idealized perfection of a Princess in action. Still, she had wanted to return, to visit old friends and her once chosen family. So she'd packed her bags and flew over to the school. A private jet, one where money mattered more questions, had brought her back. Lorna was bundled in a thick woolen jacket as she entered the mansion, all color coordinated and matching, with thick gloves and furry hat perched on her head. She gestured and her wheeled bags floated in after her and the door shut behind her. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' The sound of someone coming in the door catches Bobby's attention. Wandering the halls, he's in a pair of blue jeans and a simple shirt, carrying a sandwich that he was snacking on. Feeling the chill in the air, he turns his attention to the foyer, he glances down as he sees a familiar form, all color-coordinated and matching with her floating luggage, and there's a grin. "Hey Lorna!" calls down Bobby from the second floor as he moves to the stairs to take them down. Sure, he could just ice down, but he's not going to get another lecture on leaving water puddles around the house. "It's .. been a while." he admits as he gives the green haired woman a smile. "Welcome home." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A glance was spared around the entry way, and Lorna shrugged off her coat to hang it up on one of the many hooks that were available. She tamped off the snow from her boots, peeling off layers of winter gear as she tried to spy who was about. Then there was Bobby, practically jumping down the stair well toward her and a reflexive grin pulled at the corners of her lips as she finished hanging up her jacket. "Hey you, and thanks. I was worried no one would be around when I just walked in." She shrugged, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "How are things? I take it I've missed a lot." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Eh. Not much. Rogue going missing, Doctor Strange is down in medbay, there was some sleeping thing going around, and we got Rogue back." Bobby offers in a lassiez faire manner of telling her that sloppy joes and tater tots are for supper - though it's not. "And you? Last I heard, you were going off to Genosha and become the powerhouse diplomat." he offers with a chuckle. He looks her over for a moment, and then glances away, a hint of color at his cheeks. "Anyway, it's good to have you back. I don't think anyone moved into your room while you were gone." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna blinked and pushed her hair back from her face, hitching an eyebrow upwards as Bobby spoke about the more recent troubles that had plagued the X-men and company. Her smile faded for a brief moment before she nodded and flashed a short lived smile. "Well glad to hear that everything has worked out more or less. I wanted to swing by and give everyone their belated presents. They're in the car. I got a rental from the airport. I'm not entirely sure how long I'm staying.." She murmured, and waved her luggage up toward the stairs with a wave of her hand. "But I wanted to say hi and check in on everyone. Genosha is great and all.. but it is mostly just me trying to keep myself entertained. The charity work and all has kept me occupied over there." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Oh, you're not staying." There's just a mote of disappointment in Bobby's voice, before he shrugs it off. "Well, there's plenty of entertainment around here, if you just know what to look for." he admits with a small chuckle as he gestures. "I'll head out to the car if you want me to get the presents?" he asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' Lorna shrugged lightly, "Not sure how long I'll be around, I've spent nearly a year in Genosha Bobby.. It.. It matters to me a lot. I can't just abandon it." She murmured, her voice soft and low. Still, she nodded to the door at his offer to pick up the presents. A small half smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she crossed her arms and glanced back to the door. She'd already shucked off her heavy winter jacket and hats, scarves, gloves.. Bobby didn't need those things. "Sure, if you want to grab 'em. There's quite a few. The whole trunk actually, and some of the backs seat. And yes, there's a gift for you in there too." She added with a faint trace of amusement in her voice. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Hey, you're a Princess now, I can't expect you want to hang around with his scrubs." Bobby immediately uses humor to make the disappointment. "It's important to you, I can understand that." he admits as she talks about how full the car is of gifts and he laughs. "I uh.. maybe I should get a trolly to help gather all the stuff, then!" he says with a shrug of his shoulders and good-natured smile as he blinks. "Oh! Your present. I uh.. didn't expect you home, so I kinda.. mailed it to you?" Which probably explains why it hasn't arrived yet. Or you know - he just forgot and is a doofus for it. "But!" With a wave of his hand, he creates a single rose made of ice between his hands. He's been working on his sculpting skills and it shows. "For you. Merry Christmas. Late and all." 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A small twitch of her lips followed Bobby's light hearted attempts to smooth over the awkward pieces of the conversation. She exhaled a soft breath tinged with laughter and slowly shook her head. "I don't think of myself as a Princess and really, I don't think anyone really thinks I am anyways." She muttered, a small roll of her eyes following. The sad truth was that, the more she rejected the concept, the more it stuck to her. People in Genosha //did// view her as a princess, and treated her as such, even when she'd rather it otherwise. It was isolating. The mention of getting a trolly made her grimace faintly, "Uhh, maybe two trips? I wanted to get everyone something. Or at least anyone that might be around. I planned to have been back for New Years.. but you know things go." She blinked as Bobby reached out a hand, forming a rose of ice and she grinned with a hint of a laugh. "Aww, Bobby, that's so sweet." She took it, despite the burn of the ice against her finger tips. It was colder than the air outside, and her fingers were still chilled from it and only just now thawing in the warmth of the mansion. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Whoa, whoa, don't grab it. Still cold!" Bobby warns, noticing Lorna's wince when she took the rose. Thorns have nothing on freshly created ice, and he's well aware of it. Reaching to take it, his hands cover hers for a moment. Despite his mastery of ice, his hands are still warm. "I'll find something to put it in." he winks at her as he releases her hands to take the rose back for the moment. "And then I'll start making trups back and forth to the car for the presents. We already took the tree down. New Year's and all that. But we'll find a way to make it work, even if I have to be your little delivery elf." There's a wink at her. "So, got a boyfriend back in Genosha and all?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' A wince, and another sheepish smile crossed her lips as Bobby pulled the rose back with a chiding tone. She bit her lower lip, rubbing her finger tips together to try to thaw them back into feeling again. "Sorry, I'm so used to Gensoha being hot and you know, tropical. Not entirely used to four feet of snow on the ground and freezing. I was on the beach yesterday and let me tell you, it's more than a little of a shock to come back to winter here in the States.." She drawled, and tucked her hands under her arms to arm them as subtle as she could. The blunt question as to whether or not she had a boyfriend sparked a light blush to creep at the edges of her cheeks as she coughed and looked away. "No. I mean.. seriously, do you think anyone would dare ask me out over there when I'm living at my father's? I mean.. most girls are worried their Dad might threaten a boy with a shot gun. My father.. has a bit more at his disposal these days.." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' There's a laugh at that. "Hey, I may be made for this type of weather, but I could totally love a beach." Bobby admits with a grin. "Alright. I'm going to go put this in the freezer." he holds up the rose, "And then get your gifts. And we can catch up later." Her comment about not having a boyfriend draws a laugh. "You just need someone that's willing to take that risk." he points out to Lorna with a wink, before he's heading off to let her get used to things back at the manse. 
}}

Iceman

2019-01-12T21:08:35Z

IceeBear: Pic Change

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Bobby Drake
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=822
|Img=https://66.media.tumblr.com/9fe07fc2a4f818448cf29c51c9507690/tumblr_pecmneOv9a1s803s6o1_1280.jpg
|FullName=Bobby Drake
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Student, X-Man
|Citizenship=United States of America
|Residence=Xavier's School (Breakstone, Westchester County)
|Education=Metropolis State University (BAcc)
|Groups=[[X-Men]], [[Xavier's School]]
|Quote="Hey, it could be a lot worse! Remember that time... <Other X-Men say: "Bobby don't jinx us!"> "It's gotten to the point where anyone who hangs out in the lobby for an hour thinks they're an X-Man!"
|PAge=24
|AAge=24
|DOB=5 May 2002
|Height=168 cm
|Weight=66 kg
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Shawn Ashmore
|Song="Fire and Ice" by Pat Benatar
|Profile=Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake was born in New York, the son of an Irish Catholic father and a Jewish mother. His mutant powers manifested at an early age when he froze a bully in a block of ice and was taken into custody by the local sheriff to protect him from the lynch mob. Prof. Xavier sent Scott Summers (Cyclops) to recruit Bobby into the X-Men. Bobby took easily to his training with the X-Men, befriending Beast, Rogue, and Pyro, who formed a team within the team. He's even managed to get his B.S. in Accounting and is studying for his CPA. His life hasn't been without problems lately. When Pyro took up with the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, Bobby was crushed and still vows to turn him back to the side of good. Today he's a valuable member of the X-Men team, combining his hand-to-hand training from time spent in the Danger Room with his natural ability to control the moisture in the air. He's known to be up front and honest with his emotions, and has often a lighthearted reaction to disaster that eases the tension. You'll always find Iceman at the forefront when danger appears, though he's been known to hold back from using the full force of his powers for fear of what damage he could cause. He is loyal to those he calls friends, even if they don't return the loyalty.
|Description=Iceman is a young member of the X-Men, looking to be in his early twenties. While standing only 173 cm (5'8" tall), he carries his lean, athletic body with confidence that can sometimes border on cockiness. He keeps his light brown hair neatly trimmed and shorter on the sides, though it appears the only styling he gives it is by running his fingers through it. Intense blue eyes, framed by a pair of slightly arched brows, gives him an introspective expression when he isn't smiling. However, the smile lines that frame his small, straight nose when he laughs offers a more much approachable appearance. His smooth, unblemished skin maintains a constant state of being almost tanned, but never quite achieving it.
 
It's clear Iceman takes care of himself showcased by a set of broad shoulders, trim waist, and toned muscular arms, the package earned by hours training in the Danger Room more so than at a traditional gym. He's dressed for action at the moment, wearing the uniform of the X-Men. His jacket is made of form fitting black leather and stitched with a large "X" in the middle of the chest. The high collar keeps his neck protected while raised ridges on the shoulders and upper arms gives added protection in fights. The long sleeves have thick patches on the elbows, while leather gloves protect each of his hands while giving him a good grip. Lower, similar black leather pants hug his waist, rear and legs tightly but give him adequate mobility in a fight. More ridges protect the outer thighs and thick patches add protection to the knees. On his feet he wears thick soled black leather combat boots that extend past his ankles.
|History=Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake was born in Floral Park, Long Island, New York to Louis Robert Drake and Madeline Beatrice Bass-Drake. Bobby is Jewish on his mother's side and Irish Catholic on his father's. Bobby first discovered his mutant abilities at a young age when he found himself unable to stop feeling cold and shivering.
 
A school bully named Rocky Beasely had convinced his gang to attack Bobby and Judy Harmon, his girlfriend at the time. Bobby panicked and encased Rocky in ice, saving Judy, but revealing his abilities to his peers. Believing Bobby to be a dangerous mutant, the people of his town, Fort Washington, organized a lynch mob. The mob broke into the Drake household and overpowered them. The local sheriff noticed that things were getting out of hand and took Bobby into custody for his own protection
 
The story made its way to Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the X-Men, who then sent Scott Summers to help and recruit the young man.
 
After Bobby turned him down, the two mutants got into a brief scuffle before the mob caught up with them. The mob was stringing Scott and Bobby up to be hanged when Professor X used his telepathic abilities to erase their memories. Grateful for saving his life and yearning to be like Scott, Bobby enrolled in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and become the second member of the X-Men. There, the X-Men were tutored by Professor X and trained in the use of their powers in the Danger Room. As 'Iceman', Bobby learned to control his abilities in order to protect a world that feared and hated him for being different alongside Cyclops, Angel, Beast, and Marvel Girl. As new members were brought on, Bobby quickly befriended Beast, Rogue, and Pyro. However, he remained self-conscious about being the youngest member of the group. Still, his lighthearted approach to disaster often eased tension among his teammates and he was often the cooler head to prevail when tensions rose.
|Personality=Bobby is devastatingly honest, up front with both his emotions as well as his thoughts on a given subject. He doesn't try to be rude, but he's found that only heartache and pain follow in the wake of lies and half-truths between friends. When among those he trusts, he tends to make light hearted comments, particularly in the face of danger. Part of this is his coping mechanism, since he finds this light hearted approach puts his teammates at ease in stressful situations. Finally, he is brave against dangers both external and internal and is never one to leave a teammate behind, regardless of the danger to himself.
|Abilities='''CRYOKINESIS'''
 
Iceman can generate, manipulate and fully control ice, snow and cold temperatures, he can use his mutant ability to control moisture such as to freeze any air moisture into super-hard ice. This ice can be formed into any object of his choosing: the only limitations are his own imagination and the ambient air temperature which determines how long his ice sculpture will stay icy. He does not have to hold the ice physically with his hands in order to shape it. Apparently, he can simply direct the waves of coldness he projects in certain ways so as to create ice in the shape he desires. In the past, Iceman has formed ice-ladders, ice-slides, ice-shields, ice-domes, ice-bolts, ice-blasts, ice-beams and other constructs of ice. Iceman has created constructs of ice so powerful that he was able to easily encase and contain the likes of the Hulk with him being unable to break out of it for quite some time. On at least one occasion, he has even been shown to make it snow or cause a blizzard. He can also Unfreeze matter.
 
'''ICE GLIDE'''
 
Iceman is able to form a rising column of ice beneath his feet, capable of lifting him off the ground. The tensile strength of the column is determined by its thickness and its steadiness by how well it has been braced. A well-braced and regular column, 6 feet in diameter at its base, is able to support his weight without toppling for about 85 feet in a 40-mile per hour wind. By forming long ice-ramps connected either to his ice-column or to an existing structure like a building or a bridge, Iceman is able to travel above the ground by sliding down the ramp he is creating. Unless he creates supports periodically, the ramp will crack beneath him, unable to support their combined weight.
 
'''ORGANIC ICE-FORM'''
 
Iceman had the ability to not only cover his body with ice, but to actually become organic ice. Though the appearance is similar, Iceman is now actually translucent in his ice form. Iceman is virtually indestructible in this form, allowing him to reform his body should it become shattered. He has been incinerated while in human form and was able to rebuild himself. In his ice form, he is able to use the moisture in the air to form spikes, shields and attach other extra appendages to his body. It is currently unknown if Bobby would be considered immortal.
 
'''THERMAL VISION'''
 
Iceman has the ability to see beings due to the heat signature that they give off, because of the absence of heat around him.
 
'''THERMOKINESIS'''
 
Iceman is a mutant with the superhuman ability to lower his external and internal body temperature, projecting intense coldness from his body. Like any normal human being's, the nerve centers for regulating Iceman's body temperature are found in the part of the brain called the hypothalamus. However, Iceman can mentally override his hypothalamus to allow his body temperature to be lowered by an unknown internal mechanism. This ability converts the latent thermal energies in and around his body into an unknown form of energy that is efficiently dissipated. A related mutation has rendered his body tissues unaffected by sub-zero temperatures. Iceman can consciously, immediately lower his body temperature from its normal 98.6 Fahrenheit to absolute zero within the span of a few tenths of a second.
|Skills='''ACCOUNTING'''
 
Bobby has a B.S. in Accounting from Metropolis State University and is studying to take his CPA. He hasn't taken a job in his field, because his life as a member of the X-Men keeps him busy. However, he has been known to help fellow teammates with taxes and other financial questions, joking that he'll keep bills for a future date.
 
'''BILINGUAL'''
 
Bobby speaks fluent Spanish, having learned it from a young age from childhood friends in New York.
 
'''COMBAT'''
 
Bobby has trained at Xavier's School since he was young. Alongside of Beast, Rogue, Cyclops, and Pyro, he's honed his hand-to-hand skills to an impressive level. While he's not the equivalent of someone like Wolverine, he's able to hold his own and has learned to incorporate combat maneuvers with his ice powers for some devastating combos.
 
'''ICE SKATING'''
 
Almost out of necessity, Bobby is a skilled ice skater. He's only had a little formal training as an adolescent before his powers manifested, but given his powers of ice generation, he's quickly learned to move gracefully and quickly across frozen surfaces.
 
'''SCULPTING'''
 
Bobby's really started branching out with his hobbies. He's taken up sculpting, mostly with clay and pottery. He's been using what he's learned to enhance his ice sculptures to lifelike quality.
|Resources='''COMPUTER DATABASE'''
 
Iceman has access to the X-Men database. This affords him knowledge of things on Earth and beyond.
 
'''CONTACTS'''
 
Over the years, Iceman has had run-ins and encounters with many heroes and villains. Because of this, he's made friends and thus may be able to call upon these people in time of need.
 
'''X-MEN'''
 
Due to his long history with the X-Men and the many sub-teams, he's quite the popular guy and friend to many. He's had relationships with several members as well, and caused some problems; however, he can always count on his teammates in a crisis.
|Weaknesses='''EXNAUSTION'''
 
Like that of any trained athlete, Iceman's ability to perform is directly related to his daily physical health and current mental state. Under normal conditions, he can usually form ice continually for a period of about 5 hours before becoming mentally exhausted.
 
'''MUTANT'''
 
Iceman is vulnerable to mutant-specific complications or tech. This includes, but is not limited to: Mutant Hatred/Racial Violence, Mutant Neutralizing Weaponry, Mutant Neutralizing Collars, Mutating Mutations, and Mutant Stigma.
 
'''ROCKY RELATIONSHIPS'''
 
Bobby's history with relationships has often resulted in tensions within the team or with his friends. His relationships can also be used against him by clever villains since Bobby would do anything for someone he loves.
 
'''SELF-DOUBT'''
 
He seems to lack the creativity and imagination to use his powers to their full potential, though fear of losing control over them may be a factor in his reluctance.
}}
[[Category:X-Men]][[Category:Xavier's School]]

6168/Medbay Homecomings

2019-01-12T19:35:17Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/12 |Location=X-Men Base - Medical |Synopsis=Remy comes to check up on Bobby and get the lowdown on Rogue's rescue. |Cast of Characters=822,..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/12
|Location=X-Men Base - Medical
|Synopsis=Remy comes to check up on Bobby and get the lowdown on Rogue's rescue.
|Cast of Characters=822, 14
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' There was a lot of activity around the X-Base late last night. With the return of the Blackbird was also a +1 - in this case one Rogue. There was also a few wounded, among those Bobby Drake. Rogue and Bobby were taken into medbay - and that is where he can be found this morning, sitting on the edge of his bed, staring down at his left arm, working his fingers in wonder. He's treating the arm as if it's brand-new and he's just kind of lost in thoughts. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' "'Ey kid, t'ink fast." Remy says coming into the medbay and tossing a blue and white box in Bobby's direction. If he doesn't "think fast" likely the box will softly hit the Iceman in the chest and fall into his lap. It's a box of Twinkies. "In dis place wit' Big Blue attending, dose t'ings 'bout as valuable as cigarettes in prison." It's a well known fact Remy /hates/ the med lab, but still a teammate was down.. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Catching the box, Bobby blinks - he uses his new arm to catch it and he's just confused. "It's so weird. I saw it get blown off last night, and yet, here it is. Good as new." there's a shake of the mutant's head as he sits up more formally to open the box, grabbing one of the sponge cakes. "Hank move love these things, but I get dibs." he says with a smirk. "Don't know where Rogue where went to. Just know she wasn't very happy about being taken and stuffed in a body bag." he says, with a small frown. "Don't rightfully blame her." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau nods slightly, "C'n 'magine dat would be pretty disorienting, oui." He says with a smirk as the young man opens the twinkies and dives in. "Ah was in de city when y'all ame back, so Ah ain' got much of de story yet. Save yah were 'urt and also de reason Rogue /c'n/ complain 'bout bein' stuffed into a body bag.." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Scott and Jean must be arguing over who's filing the report." Bobby digs into the first filled spongy cake with gusto, picking some of the frosting from his fingers and snacks on that. Then he returns his attention to the issue at hand. "We went back to Chadwell? Cardwell. I don't even know, anyway. We went in and found.. Aces?" he asks, glancing to Remy for confirmation. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau nods slightly at the mention of the big puppy he bought for Rogue some time ago. He doesn't say anything just idlely shuffling a deck of cards to let the young man speak. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Anyway, Aces was out in the street - and they were trying to tow away Rogue's car." Bobby tucks away the rest of the Twinkie, and sets down the box. "There was this warehouse nearby - Jean couldn't get a read inside. Some type of psychic dampner. I went up high and saw that there was some women in there that looked like they were dead and being put in body bags to be transported. Anyway, we hit the place. There was a lot of gun fire." There's a glance at his arm at that. "Anyway. Good guys won. Found Rogue in a trunk of a car - there was some kind of dampner on her as well - Scott blew it up, can't really figure out what happened with that. And we came home." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau nods slightly and the cards seem to vanish up his sleeve. "Well Ah owe yah, foh gettin' Rogue outta dare." he says extending his hand to the other mutant. It's said with the slightest hint of formality, as if to say that it's not just an expression, but an obligation from the Cajun. There is a debt, Remy will pay it. "An' yah arm?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "We're a team - and kinda like family. Comes with the territory." Bobby does accept the handshake. "Well, for an arm that was completely blown off last night, it seems to be doing pretty well now." he admits with a small chuckle. "But I'll keep it in mind should I ever need any help, Remy." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' "Do dat." he says amused and leans back agienst the counter. "Still a 'ell of a way to learn yah basically invulnerable. Scott gonna wanna take advantage of dat. I'd be careful letting any part of mah body Ah'm really attached to get separated if Ah was yah." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Scott wouldn't do that!" Bobby is defensive of the man - but really, in the back of his mind, Remy may have a point. "And it's not invulnerability. Just means when I inevitibly get my heart broke, I know I can pull the pieces back together again." There's a hint of amusement in his voice. Forever the comic. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau gives the younger man a look that clearly states "You are either very naive or stupid to say that." however instead he just shakes his head a bit. "Broken 'earts are easy ta get past. Not'ing get yah past de last one like de next one." He then lets a bit of a smile onto his lips as he adds "T'inks foh savin' me de trouble of lookin' foh de next one 'owevah, non?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' There's a chuckle at that. "You're welcome." And Bobby may be just naive enough. "I'll let you get back to trying to figure out where she went to. And I'll just ponder this for a bit." He gives a little wave with the repaired arm, before moving to lean back again. 
}}

6162/Ice Skating in Central Park

2019-01-11T17:09:38Z

IceeBear: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/01/11 |Location=Central Park |Synopsis=Bobby goes to do a little early morning skating - and gets some unexpected 'wonder'ful company. |Cast o..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/11
|Location=Central Park
|Synopsis=Bobby goes to do a little early morning skating - and gets some unexpected 'wonder'ful company.
|Cast of Characters=822, 976
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' The best thing about early mornings is that it gives one a chance to get out into the city and do some things before the day gets going and the world becomes a very crowded place. Out and about this morning, Bobby is dressed in a warm leather bomber jacket, blue jeans and sneakers. Over his shoulder he carries a pair of ice skates. His destination? One of the small lakes that dot Central Park. In the early morning light, before others can notice, he wants to carry out what he believes is a grand plan in the whole scheme of things. The temperature is cold outside - but Mother Nature could always use a little assist in the name of entertainment. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Having grown up essentially in various archeological sites around the world, as well as living part-time on Themyscira, Cassie Sandsmark loves winter and especially snow. It's still something different for her, and brings out an almost child-like sense of wonder. She's out walking in New York, wearing a long coat with scarf and mittens mainly for show. With her enhanced physique Cassie hardly needs protection from the cold, but wearing short-shorts and a tanktop would draw unnecessary attention at this point. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' That's the thing about having powers. After all, Bobby could walk out in the cold in his starkers and not feel a thing - and probably not draw as much attention as Cassie, admittedly. But not drawing attention is like 'Mutant 101' at this point. Arriving at the small lake that he had picked out, Bobby glances aside at a goose that's giving him an odd look. "Shouldn't you be heading south already?" The goose hisses angrilly at the young man before waddling off, tail up in the air. "Yeah, good morning to New York to you too, buddy!" he calls after the creature with a smirk. And not checking to see if his outburst had drawn any attention, he slips his hand into the cold water. There's a small smile as he feels the temperature. "Perfect." he offers, and then from around his fingers and spreading out, the water starts to freeze - crackling and spreading, reaching out to take hold, the layer of ice forming across the top causing the top layer to turn white as he starts to deepen the layer of the ice. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark hears the argument with the goose and it catches her attention. The blonde wanders slowly closer. She's approaching the lake just as the ice begins forming, watching for a moment before she speaks. "I'd say you should be careful about 'disturbing' the geese in the city, but this time of year they're almost as thick as pigeons." she offers. Gesturing with a mitten-wrapped hand towards the spreading ice, she offers. "That's a nice trick. And don't stop on my account; I'm not a 'hater'." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Bobby startles, nearly falling forward from his crouching position and falls forward - thankfully, the ice here is already thick enough that he doesn't fall though, and instead he gives a little oof. "Uh. Whoops." he responds, reaching out of the water to shake out his hand to dispatch any remaining water from his fingers. "I don't know. Could just be the cold." It's lame, but Bobby does have the look of someone with his hand caught in a proverbal cookie jar as he turns his attention to the blonde, and he wipes his fingers off on his jean leg. "Seemed like a good day to go skating." 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark smirks at the suggestion. "Yeah, the wind can be pretty tricky around here sometimes, too. It's been know to just -lift- people up..." She raises her right foot, then, and just hovers a couple feet off of the ground. For waaay too long to be 'just the wind'. Easing closer as she descends, Cassie flashes a knowing grin. "It's been a very long time since I've been skating." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Well. I'd say get your skates, but I don't know how far away you live.." Bobby starts to say when he notices Cassie starts to rise off the ground, and his cheeks darken with a small smirk. "Was I supposed to notice that you were floating or your legs?" he asks in mild amusement before he pats the skates over his shoulder. "I think there's a place you can rent them from in the park - I own mine - I mean, considering everything, why wouldn't I like skating?" "Sounds cliche, right?" he says with a smirk. "Next thing you know, I'll be making cold puns and telling you to be chill about powers." Yes. He just did. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark gestures vaguely and gives a little shrug. "I'm living at Titans Tower right now." she offers, as if that explanation should cover more than a few questions. "And yeah, that's part of the package with me. I'm very gravity-resistant when I want to be. I'm Cassie Sandsmark." It's only *just* occurred to her that he might be looking at her legs, and the blonde returns the grin. "Well at least you're not looking at my butt in this long coat." she quips back, immediately adding. "Not... that I'm accusing you of looking at my but. Or that I'd even mind, or... crap. So. They rent ice skates around here somewhere?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' There's a laugh at that. "I mean, that would just be rude, looking at your butt, minding or not." Bobby responds with amusement before he catches on. "Ah. A Titan. That's cool. I live over at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters as a teacher." he explains. And since she made a greeting, he decides to offer his own. "Jack Frost." And he gives her about three seconds before he grins. "Okay, that's not my name. It's Bobby. Bobby Drake. As far as skate rental? Yeah, there's a little souvenier shop. They have the skates and those little Statues of Liberty and I heart New York mugs." 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark nods slowly to that. "Okay, resume's exchanged." she offers, laughing at his introduction. "Bobby Drake, or Bobby... Frost? Better than Jack Drake. We'll just stick with first names. Better than calling me 'Wonder Girl', too." She looks over to where he's pointing, giving a nod. "You finish up with the lake, and I'll go see about renting a pair. Isn't Xavier's School farther North, out in the country or something?" The young woman turns and starts briskly over towards the shop, not really giving him time to answer. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, it is but I like to get..." And she's gone. Glancing over at the goose, that had taken a perch some distance away, Bobby offers a chagrined smile. "You were paying attention though, right?" Hisses follow again. And the mutant gives a roll of his eyes. "Sounds like I'm going to be binging Game of Thrones. Again." With that, his hand is plunged back into the water. And the ice process continues, freezing the first foot of the lake water into place. He goes slow, he doesn't want to flash freeze any fish, and once it's done, he's shaking out his hand and slides along his shoes as he makes his way towards a spot to form a small bench made of ice to settle upon and reaches down to start to remove his shoes to put on his skates. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark returns soon enough, with a brand new pair of rented (and used) skates over her shoulder. Yes, the girl moves fast when she wants to. Watching him make the bench, she settles beside him and starts pulling off her boots. "And yes, *I* was paying attention. Sorry about that. I need to work on being a bit less impulsive, or so I'm told." "What do you mean, you'll be binging Game of Thrones again?" Yeah, there's nothing wrong with Cassie's hearing. "So you're a teacher there? What subjects, if you don't mind?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Super-hearing. Put that on the list, Bobby. So - she could be alien. Kryptonian? She does have the proper physique. Amazonian? Could be that too. And super speed is added to the list as well. "Oh! Was just going over my weekend plans. I can be a little boring sometimes." he offers in response as she makes her grand reappearance. There's a smile towards Cassie as she settles down. "And there is nothing wrong with being impulsive." he points out to her. At the question, his attention returns to her and he smiles. "Math. Some elementary for younger students. Mostly secondary." After all, most mutants are teenagers. And you? In college? Or I mean, doing the whole heroing thing full time?" 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark starts pulling on her skates and lacing them up. The girl knows enough to make them snug, at least. Setting the blade on the ice, she runs it back and forth to test before starting on the other one. "Yeah, mine can too. A lot of training... we have a really nice simulation room... but a lot of waiting for bad things to happen." She nose-wrinkles at the mention of math. "See? This is why I'm *not* in a hurry to go to college. My mom's an archeologist, but she barely knows enough math to balance a checkbook. I spend most of my time with the Titans, though. Diana keeps telling me that I should get more education, but I have plenty of time." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Diana. Another clue added to the list. Of course, she's already said that she's Wonder Girl. There's a playful smirk at Cassie. "Was that an invitation to come see your training room?" Bobby asks in amusement as he finishes pulling on his skates. Tightening them up, he pushes himself to his feet and then turns around to offer his hands to the blonde. "You mean you can stand up to villains, other worldly threats, and scenarios that could end the universe, but you're scared of a little Please Excuse my dear Aunt Sally?" he asks, amusement jumping into his eyes with warm mirth. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark looks over at him, and there's a playful challenge in the blonde's smile. "Maybe. Although I'll have to check on the guest policy. Our chief of security is a bit of a snit sometimes." Finishing up with her second skate, Cassie steadies herself and leans forward a bit as she rises. The skates slip, her hands immediately finding his own. "Thanks." Superhuman speed, strength, and reflexes doesn't mean you DON'T lose your balance, only that you recover it quickly. So maybe she needs his help and maybe she doesn't. "It's really more that I didn't have an easy time in high school. It's a long story, but before I got my powers I was something of a wallflower. And when I -got- my powers I had to hide them. Kinda difficult to watch other people do things in sports and cheerleading that I -knew- I could do, but wasn't allowed to. Y'know?" 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "I understand the whole hiding powers part." Of course Bobby would know that one. Their hands meet for a moment and he braces her forearms. "So how long has it been since you've been skating?" he asks curiously. There's no immediate move to skate back. Instead, he's taking baby steps, sliding backwards as he keeps her upright. As for himself, on the ice, he seems to be completely in his element - despite that inital fall earlier when she surprised him. "Puberty can do some strange things to you. Though I doubt you had the same issues that I would have had - but I can imagine the difficulties." 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark's grip is strong through the mittens, and although he can feel the minor corrections she's making for balance she at least looks pretty stable. "Um... a few years?" she offers, looking down at her skates. Like it will help, of course. Cassie makes small movements with her ankles, figuring out how to move forward slowly. "Yeah? Oh! Yeah, I've heard that a lot of mutants get their powers in puberty. My case was a bit... different." She pauses, then, looking a bit sheepish before elaborating. "I *asked* for mine when I met my father." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Asked your father? Wait. You said you were Wonder Girl, right?" Bobby asks. As he continues to move backwards, he keeps pace with Cassie and ready grab her in case she starts to fall again. There's a chuckle. "Anyway - I do this sometimes at the School - but if I were to make a skating rink in the middle of summer, I'd raise some eyebrows." he points out. And then his attention returns back to his current dance partner. "I thought that Amazonians didn't have fathers - that they're all.. you know.. born of clay and perfect in every way type things?" he asks curiously. "All women, no boys allowed type stuff." 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark's grin becomes a bit more sheepish as Bobby starts to get... something. She finds her balance pretty quickly, but the mechanics of actual skating are another matter entirely. "But at the school it's not a problem, right? I mean everybody *knows* that everybody has powers." "And I'm not really sure how that works with the Amazons, aside from the obvious. Diana was made of clay or something. But I'm not really an Amazon; at least I wasn't born one." She lets that sink in a moment before clarifying. "My mom's an archeologist, like I said. My dad is..." Cassie hesitates for a moment, then adds in a softer voice. "... Zeus." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. Kind of the point of the school. All birds of a feather and all that." Bobby responds, "It's about teaching them what they need to be in society as well as helping learn to use their powers responsibly..." As Cassie starts to gain her balance. "See, like riding a bike. Ready to take the training wheels off?" he asks, squeezing her hands. And just as he starts to release her. "So you weren't born but.." Then the bombshell hits - bombshell being appropriate, because that's what she is. "Zeus?" he echoes, and in his surprise, he starts to fall over this time towards the ice knocked off balance at the thought. 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark lets out a soft sigh, shaking her head. "Oh I was born normal enough, really. And I do mean 'normal' in every sense of the word. Then Diana lived with us for a while, working with my mom. I... helped her. With hero-things. And when the Amazons got called up to Olympus I offered testimony on their behalf." She squeezes his hands right back, letting the grip relax to start moving on her own. "I pulled Zeus aside and asked him for real superpowers. That's when he admitted that he's my da-..." Bobby starts to fall over, then, and Cassie's close enough to go down with him. Except neither one actually falls. Her skates leave the ice and she catches him, the pair hovering inches off the frozen surface. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' Having expected to hit the ice fully, it's not a human that Cassie finds in her arms, but a man fully encased in a layer of ice. "Sorry, defensive mechanism." Bobby offers with a chuff of laughter before he starts to bring the ice back down around him, and he considers. "So you like have Fates and Helen of Troy and Muses and Ares and all that mythological stuff as brothers and sisters. That must make Thanksgiving dinners /really/ awkward." There's a laugh at that as he glances behind him. "You know, usually it's the guy dipping the girl." he points out to her playfully. "Okay. So I have so many questions. But.. I don't want to go all prying. Anyway, let's concentrate on the skating." 

:'''{{#var:976|Cassie Sandsmark (976)}} has posed:''' Cassie Sandsmark manages not to drop him, all the same. Chuckling, the hovering young woman hols the ice-encased young man. She's incredibly strong, as well. He can feel that much through the coat. Carefully, Cassie sets him down and alights on her skates as well. "Reflexes. Sorry." she murmurs, with a small grin. "And I'm sure you do. Same with me. I've never seen... you know." She waves to all of him in general. "But no, to answer your question. I'm hardly mythological or anything. Although technically speaking, Ares IS my cousin. He lives on the East Coast, even, but that's all I'm allowed to say." On the subject of skating, she laughs softly and reaches out to grip his hand firmly. "You lead." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:''' "Total control of ice." Bobby offers as he finds himself settled back up fully onto his feet, and then chuckles. "In the summer, I'm the most popular guy at school." There's a teasing tone at that. "Every family has secrets. And the bigger the family, the bigger the secrets." comes the offer. He's not going to go prying, especially when there's better things to do. Like skating. With his hand settled into hers, he returns the grip and then starts to take off across the ice, keeping up pace, but starting to show more confidence - now that he's sure that even if Cassie falls, she won't land on her face. 
}}