10044/Scavenger

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Scavenger
Date of Scene: 14 November 2019
Location: New Utrecht, Brooklyn
Synopsis: GM attempts to loot some looters. Raphael amd Daredevil don't think that's very keen.
Cast of Characters: Grease Monkey, Daredevil, Raphael




Grease Monkey has posed:
    It is a lovely evening, and you are a horrible goose.

    ...alright, technically 'you' are a trio of thugs wearing goose masks as they hold up an electronics store, but the thought is the same. They are utterly ruining the poor clerk's night, said clerk being held up with his hands in the air as the other two thugs clean the place out. Seems they may have gotten the jump on the place before the alarm could be called, and the running car outside - this one manned by someone in a duck mask - suggests they're planning on making a getaway before any new one is raised.
    "That everything, Seymour?" one asks, only to be konked in the head by their partner. "Codenames, dummy!" "Oh, uh...that everything, Golden Goose?"
    At least they're somewhat efficient? Already heading out for the getaway car, the one with the gun exiting last to give as much time as possible for the getaway.

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil was out in Brooklyn on a turtle hunt, but there's no escaping the sound of the robbery, at least, not for him. They sound like amatures, there's a tension in their voices that invokes the sound of racing hearts and the smell of cortisol. Nervous robbers tended to get people dead.

Arriving on the roof of the store, the red-suited vigilante works quick he can feel the gun in the hands of the last man to leave the store and that's who he picks as his target, dropping from on high to take the man out before he can level that gun at anyone, including Daredevil!

Raphael has posed:
    Up on the rooftops, out on patrol out of his Nightwatcher guise, is the angriest terrapin this side of Brooklyn. And probably the other side. He's just an angry turtle, alright? He's scoping out the Crime of the Century (TM), shaking his head and pulling a few shuriken from his belt. He leaps from the rooftop he stands on, tucks and rolls nearly silently despite his size and shell, thank you ninja training, and makes his way for the getaway car. Just as Seymour ('what kinda knucklehead is named SEYMOUR?!') and his compatriots make their way to the car, the rear tires explode, twin stars stuck in each. The night, it turns out, works well for Raphael to do what he does.

    When he steps out under the streetlight overhead, it's with a grin that lets the goose gang know exactly what they're in for. "Boys, I don't think you paid for those things. Put 'em back," he says, cracking his neck and popping his turtle knuckles, before he darts back into the dark just as Daredevil makes his move, dropping on one of the thugs. The teenager blinks, then points.

    "Imagine somethin' like that, only with a lot more kickin' and you apes windin' up in the hospital."

Grease Monkey has posed:
At the drop of the devil, there's a shout. The clerk quickly changes their mind from this being the worst night ever to possibly the most awesome, quickly moving to catch sight of the proceedings with wide eyes. Inside the vehicle, Duck slams on the gas...just as the rear tires blow out.

    There is a moment of silence as the various members look at each other, broken only by the groaning of the thug under Daredevil's body. And then?

t"&$@# this!" One bolts in one direction, the next - Seymour, apparently - hesitating only for another moment before bolting off as well. Duck, to his credit, does not flee; he does, however, bang his head on the steering wheel. "Be the driver, they said. It'll be easy, they said..."

Daredevil has posed:
Nightwatcher's quips draw a grin from Daredevil as he grabs the gun off the concrete and yanks it's slide off and tossing the pieces in different directions.

"What he said," Daredevil says to the animal masked hoods, before they run for the hills. "You guys never learn," he says reaching for his baton and hurling it after the one who swore. If it's on target it should crack him on the head and send him sprawling.

"You got Seymour and the Duck behind the wheel?" Daredevil asks Nightwatcher as he takes off after the thug he'd targeted with his baton.

Raphael has posed:
    Raphael watches as Daredevil chucks his baton, nodding a bit as he steps toward the car. He 'taps' on the driver's side window, and by 'taps' he means cracks and then breaks it in. "Sir, you're involved in a robbery in progress. Step outta the vehicle!" He reaches in to pull Duck out of the car, and should he not resist too hard, throws him bodily at Seymour. Either he hits the fleeing man or Duck gets one heck of a concrete rash. "I dunno who you are, but I like yer style," he says toward Daredevil, before slipping back into the shadows after his two targets.

Grease Monkey has posed:
    The devil's aim is true. The baton cracks the poor gooseguy at the back of his head, and he drops his bag, tumbling forwards. Duck doesn't resist so much as flail and yell, colliding in to his 'friend' with a heavy WHUD. Seems everything is getting tied up neatly...and that's when Daredevil's hearing may pick up something on a roof near his fallen target. The sound of a gun - though not powered by gunpowder. No, this is a soft *puff* of compressed air.
    The next moment, something abruptly latches on to the goose's dropped bag of loot, and promptly pulls. It appears to be some sort of grappling hook, because that bag is being quickly hauled up at a raid rate, spilling half its contents as it flies.
    Unheard by all - except possibly the Devil? A quietly excited cheer of, "Sweet, it worked!"

Daredevil has posed:
"Likewise," Daredevil says to Nightwatcher with a grin as he scoops up his baton then delivers a punch to knock out the goose man at his feet.

The sound of thug meeting concrete covers the little *puff* of the gun, but Daredevil's senses feel the hook and line moving through the air, and he flips out of the way only to see the money was the target as it zips upward towards the roof.

"Got company, up top" he calls to Nightwatcher even as he throws his baton in the direction of the quiet cheer.

Raphael has posed:
    Raph dusts his hands, then sets about looking for something to tie the thugs together with. A bit of rope, chain, anything would work, really... The crashing of electronics to the sidewalk causes him to perk up, and as Daredevil mentions they have company his eyes follow the thrown baton again. In a flash he's in action, leaping off the car, onto the lightpost, then swinging on top of it before lunging toward where the costumed hero's weapon is headed. "Thought you could sneak in for a quick payday, eh?" he calls, "Not today, pal. Drop the bag!"

Grease Monkey has posed:
Daredevil's thug goes out like a light. Seymour and Duck are only vaguely stirring, though they don't seem unconscious like the one hit by Daredevil's batons. Speaking of those weapons, though, this one just barely misses its target - and only because said target is startled by the sight of a human sized turtle leaping in their direction.
    "Uhoh." They're immediately turning and bolting, perhaps not quite as agile or graceful as the teenage ninja but making up for it with sheer andrenaline-fueled speed as they leap for a fire escape to bounce up. "Crapocrapocrapocrap!"
    "Hey, uh, mister?" That would be the shop clerk to Daredevil. "Can I get a picture? 'Cause my boss is never gonna believe me."

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil tracks Nightwatcher's ascent to the rooftops, he definitely was more than a enthusiastic amature, this guy had real training. That fact is filed away in his head as he grabs his second baton and turns to the clerk.

"Maybe another time," he says before he shoots a line from the baton to the rooftop and zips up after it. Reaching the roof he unhooks the line and scoops up the other baton as he joins in the chase of their mystery man.

Raphael has posed:
    Raphael hits the rooftop, falling into a forward roll before kicking back to his feet and tearing after the second robber. As he heads for the fire escape, Raphael bounds off to the side, leaping up to the next level of the fire escape and standing at the exit to the ladder. "Hold it, dude," he growls, "This ain't gonna be pretty for ya if ya don't drop the goods. You saw what happened to those bird guys, right?"

    He leans in to reach out for the new target, glancing back to see Daredevil following them up. "Help me cut him off, buddy!"

Grease Monkey has posed:
    As Raph cuts off the would be scavenger, he can get a better look at the. Young, their face smeared by grease and covered by almost cartoonishly large goggles - can't forget the ears and tail. Or the body language that reads just this side of fear - the andrenaline's there, and they of course had to have seen the turtle deal with the robbers below, but it seems more like uncertainty than outright terror. And when they're grabbed for, they quickly jump back, taking the fall off the escape and landing back on the rooftop in a crouch.
    Turning around, it looks like they're about to bolt again - except that sure is a Daredevil on the roof as well. The monkeylike figure looks from one to the other, quicklu weighing their options before swallowing.
    "...so just to be clear, uh, if I give you guys the bag, neither of you are gonna beat the tar outta me? 'Cause I'm not a part of those other guys, really."

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil gives a nod to Nightwatcher and he sprints off across he rooftops angling to intercept the monkey guy? What's with crooks and animal themes, was Gotham leaking or something? There wasn't time to wonder about it though when Monkey man stops, Daredevil does too, or well, slows, moving carefully to cut off potential escape routes while they talk.

"You have my words, give up the goods and we won't hurt you," he offers earnestly before looking to Nightwatcher, "That work for you?"

Raphael has posed:
    Raphael smirks slightly, drawing his hand back but staying on guard in case he attempts to make a break for it. As Grease Monkey hits the rooftop and runs into Daredevil, Raphael drops down the escape and crosses his arm. "Yeah yeah, you're some sorta monkey instead of a goose, right?" he offers, before he nods slowly. "Whateva, yeah. Drop the bag, I'll let my friend in red here take it back to the shop, ain't goin' myself for obvious reasons, and I'll go back to my patrol. You can go unroughed. You don't look like the hold-up type. Course, gotta make sure you get clear. Just cause you don't look the type don't mean you ain't gonna hold that poor guy up the moment we get outta here."

    He offers a small wave of his hands. "Sound good, Red?" he asks Matt, keeping his gaze locked on Grease Monkey.

Grease Monkey has posed:
    Rude, Daredevil. Maybe they just scored a deal. Doesn't explain the monkey, though, as they give one final glance between the two vigilantes before reaching down and...
    .. .tying a knot in the bag. What? It was open, that's how things fall out. "Yeah, yeah. Was just testing out a thing, anyway." With that, they toss it underhand towards Daredevil - clearly not trying to hit him with it, just get it to him. "Now can I go, /dads/?" Apparently, now that the immediate threat is over, they have no qualms about being cheeky.

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil glances over at Nightwatcher and nods, "Works for me," he says about taking the loot back. "Clerk wanted a picture anyhow," he says with a wry shake of his head.

The loot is caught easily and tucked under his arm.

There's a snort at the dads remark and he says, "Don't make this a habit, next time this ends with you at the police station."

Raphael has posed:
    Dad?! Raphael steps up behind Grease Monkey, raising his hand and slapping the monkey boy across the back of the head. "Watch yer mouth, wise guy. I'm still in punchin' distance." He then nods toward Daredevil, smirking, "Must not've seen me too well, then. Good. Makes movin' around easier. Good bust, then. I know at least a couple of those goons are probably still waitin', and cops are probably on their way."

    He offers the pair a wave, then a glare at Grease Monkey, two fingers going to his own eyes before he points at the monkey-like boy. "Keep yer nose clean."

Grease Monkey has posed:
    Looks like those big ears are just for show; the monkey kid doesn't respond until they're smacked, whereupon they let out an indignant, "HEY!" and cover their head with their arms. "That totally counts, I get a free one!" Nevermind the fact they're only eyeing Raph as they edge away as opposed to trying to get whatever a 'free one' entails. Though they do end up sticking out their tongue, briefly.
    "Both'f you guys got no sense of fun at all. I'm outta here." A slow backwards walk towards the edge of the roof, and then they're turning to leap across to the next. Not without one final line, though-
    "Most'f that stuff's broken, anyway-!" Sour grapes, anyone?

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil's attention remains on Grease Monkey until the kid leaps away, "We'll definitely be seeing him again," the red clad man remarks.

He turns then taking a moment to take in Nightwatcher. "I'm Daredevil," he says reaching to his belt and grabbing a burner phone which he tosses to the other vigilante. "In case you need to get in touch. There's a lot going on in this city and if people like us are going to make it a better place we need to keep our lines of communications open."

Raphael has posed:
    Raphael nods, staring after Grease Monkey with an angered look. "Yeah, probably," he grunts in response, "He'll either shape up or get his ass kicked." He offers a shrug, then catches the phone as it's thrown. "Raphael," he offers, "Might see me or my brothers around. Kinda hard to miss us, ya know. I'll let 'em know about ya, and well... like I said, hard to miss us. I'll keep this in case." He offers an incline of his head. "Yeah, we're gonna be busy alright. Keep yer head up, Daredevil."

    He slips the phone into his belt, then leaps away from the rooftop, ready to finish his patrol and get home.