10413/The Power of Change

The Power of Change
Date of Scene:	13 December 2019
Location:	Third Gotham Bank and Trust, Red Hook
Synopsis:	A bank robbery in Red Hook draws in some Mutants and some Robins. Nobody dies and an uncomfortable truth is revealed.
Cast of Characters:	Multiple Man, Vi, Red Robin, Robin (Wayne)

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Multiple Man has posed:
"I'm not saying everyone in Gotham is a deranged criminal, Vi." Jamie Madrox states with an almost exasperated sigh. The massive land barge of a classic low slung Impala parks at the curb of the Third Gotham Bank and Trust. Tugging his overcoat collar high against the biting cold, he hip checks the door shut and rounds the vehicle to open the other side for Vi. "It's just that every time I come down here, I end up giving a police statement."

The icy streets of Gotham are not kind to Jamie Madrox. They never have been and he assumes that trend will never change. If not for the grabby hands of a particularly shady Duplicate, he'd still be driving. Instead, he needs to pull some funds and without a card? Well, you get to stop and mingle with Gotham's finest. "C'mon. And remember: no matter how convincing, you don't need a checking account. Unless there's a free microwave in the deal." Hands stuffed in deep pockets, Jamie stalks up cold, stone steps to pull the door and get blasted by tbe contrasting heat of the building interior.

Multiple Man isn't the only one with plans on making a withdrawl tonight. As the two mutants set foot inside, a navy blue panel van rolls to a stop behind a double parked Impala. Exhaust billowing out the back, it hums with muffled, bass heavy hip hop. "We make this fast. We can't afford to make another mistake." A man says in the dark of the van. "We should be taking it all." Says another to the groups mumbled agreement. Across the street, two men exit a roof access with bulky duffle bags. Both clad in black and charcoal grey attire. Urban tactical seems the theme they were going for. Though the Ewok and Wookie mask are decidedly unexpected. The two drop bags at roof edge and start to unpack.

Blistering chill in the air, Gotham seems to hold its breath against the cold. The city always knows when it's all about to go down hill. For those familiar with its secrets, the signs point toward Third Gotham Bank and Trust. The previous failed robbery across town three nights ago may also help in that regard.

Vi has posed:
Vi steps out of the car as Jamie opens the door for her. The girl's wearing a plain dark grey sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, with the boots that Lara Croft originally bought for her when she first arrived in the city. State. Country. Once out of the car, the nineteen year old pulls her attention from what Jamie's saying to pause and look around at all of the gothic architecture. "Why do they put those stone monsters on the corners?" she asks of some of the gargoyles adorning a tall building nearby to the bank. "Do they keep all of the flying rats away?" she says. That name stuck in her head better than 'pigeons' so far.

Vi turns back, hurrying to catch up with Jamie as he holds the door for her to get in out of the cold. She slips through the door ahead of Jamie and then waits for him, having missed the arrival of the men. She looks around the rather fancy-shmancy interior of the bank. "This reminds me a lot of the school," she comments to him. "So they have microwaves here then? One of you said it shouldn't take so long to make a 'hot pocket'," she tells Jamie as she lets him lead the way further in.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake is out making the rounds. the recent robbery attempts have Red Robin out a bit earlier than normal. He is on patrol, checking out places that have not been robbed first. This is how he finds himself in the area and a few rooftops over stops noticing the others on the roftops

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Failed robberies of banks have made the local flying mammal population more vigilant when it comes to banks in the area. Robin had come to rest over the rooftop of the bank. He was keeping an eye on the area, as a Bat would do.

  It was about then that he found Tim sling the same thing. Should he go and say hi? Probably. Will he? Nope. Robin was more than happy to pull up his hood and obscure his face even further instead.

Multiple Man has posed:
"Hmmm?" Vi has a certain knack for asking questions Jamie just plain doesn't see coming from time to time. Keeps him sharp, he tells himself with a faintly bemused smirk on his scruffy mug. Attention briefly drawn upward, he regards the gargoyles with a certain degree of trepidation. Gotham. He half expects one of the stone sentries to blink. "Pretty sure they're just there to give people things to stand on while looking angrily across the street." As the two step inside, warmth becomes almost stifling. You almost choke on the dry heat after stepping out of the unforgiving freezer that is Red Hook. A laugh escapes him as he settles in line behind three other people at the tellers windows. "Flying rats? Nah, not at all. It's mostly the bats you have to worry about around here." With his attention on the people ahead of him, Jamie impatiently shifts weight foot to foot. "It's the armed guards, isn't it? Real homey... and don't trust any Me that eats hot pockets. Only a madman gambles with the roof of their mouth."

Inside the bank, it's business as usual. The late comers, just off the clock trying to settle before close. Impatiently waiting patiently one and all. Outside? Well. That's a scene about to play out favorably for the nvestigative winning streak that Robin and Red Robin are on. The streets are crowded. Traffic moving at a stop-start, stuttering pace that drives half the motorists mad with powerless rage. The two men roofside are -clearly- up to something. Masks. Kevlar. Setting up low profile tripods... and then a rifle. Blocky, powerful looking and not of any design currently on market. Black market gunsmith special. "You set up, Martin?" The Ewok asks the Wookie. "Gagagagaggllaarrr." He says in -attrocious- Wookie. "You're an idiot." The two men set up their snipers nests. Which, when considering the previous robbery left no culprits, wounded or even anything stolen, this made for an unexpected twist for those topside.

The slide panel door jolts open, rolling to the side as a deep, resonating bass thumps obnoxiously. Not exactly low key. Neither are the four armed men bursting out onto the sidewalk. Each one in civilian soldier attire. Black kevlar. Sub machine guns. Rubber Luke mask. Rubber Leia mask. Storm Trooper and Lord Vader himself bringing up the rear as they storm the door.

A heavy boot sends the doors wide, a security guard turning just in time to catch an elbow to the jaw. The older man hitting the floor in a heap, then men step unceremoniously over the body and fan out as Vader makes his opening statements. "YOU ALL KNOW THE DRILL! NOBODY MOVE! NOBODY GETS GOT!"

In line for the teller, Jamie Madrox sighs heavier than he ever has in his life. "Seriously?"

Vi has posed:
Vi peers back towards the rooftops but they are already inside. Like many of Jamie's explanations, she grasps he's talking about a number of things the young woman isn't familiar with, but she does pick up bits. She assumes the things she doesn't understand are clever. Most of the time. The eye-rollings of other Madri in the area sometimes dispel that notion though. Though today, it's just Jamie Prime and Vi here.

Vi moves to wait in line with him. She's been taken by the holiday music, having made Jamie listen to it on the way over, and no one of the song is stuck in her head. She sings quietly, but loud enough to be heard. "Oh the weather outside is frightful... and the hmm hmmm hmmm is frightful. And since there... hmm hmm hmm hmm.. hum dee dum dum dee dum, let it snow."

The doors bursting open interrupt the butchering of the Christmas lyrics. Vi whirling about in surprise. She looks to Jamie, seeking a lead on what to do.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will frown a bit at the guns. He sees his little brother and knows how much of a pain he can be, but he will radio him over the bat-com. "You see these guns, they are custom jobs, not the normal we have been seeing." He will use his training to be all sneaky. He makes his way to the roof behind one of the gunmen, looking into the best way to take him out quietly and quickly but waiting to hear back form the boy bat.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin zooms in on the snipers on the outside, scowling at the masks they wore. He simply makes his way down to an alley, starting to flank the snipers. "They are either well trained, or well funded. If this is the same team from earlier in the week, I would guess well funded. They got nothing that time."

  That was when Robin shot a grapple up to the rooftop, pulling himself fast, joining Tim on the roof. He holds up a hand, splitting two fingers, suggesting a simultaneous strike.

Multiple Man has posed:
No rowdy crew of mouthy Madroxen tonight. Vi is left to her own readings on Jamie and his somewhat acidic mood he's found himself in. One that just keeps gnawing away at his holiday cheer. The inescapeable reality that the music follows him at every step is one he can't help but find a bit of wry amusement in as Vi cheerfully mauls a Christmas classic. A smirk on his lips is soon dashed away in favor of a frown. He should have seen this coming. He couldn't have known but he feels a touch of guilt none the less. "Don't make eye contact. You want to blend into the crowd, Vi." He says in a hushed, hurried tone as panic overtakes the bankers and Gothamites just trying to get home safely. "We play this quiet and easy. These kind of things all go the same way. Like connecting the dots."

Roofside, things are much calmer in comparison. The gunmen absorbed in the task at hand, laser focused in on the doors and windows of the Third Gotham Bank and Trust. Rifles assembled, stocks to shoulders, the two furry faced snipers take aim through soohisticated scopes. "Remember the plan. You see him, you drop him." One says with a muffled, gruff tone. "My cousin Davey didn't see him. Now he eats through a tube. A fuckin' tube, man." The two shake their heads in united disapproval and zero in. Unaware of the company they now keep.

Inside the bank, tensions are ramping up. The other two guards are caughtbdead to rights. Troopers in black kevlar weave and strike plates advancing on the younger men. Revolvers placed on the floor, hands up. Lord Vader continues as he stalks toward the tellers line. "Nobody breathe. You hit that button, we'll know and it's over. Messy." He adjusts the strap on his shoulder, grip shifting to one hand the sub machinegun as he stomps toward Jamie and Vi.

Under his breath, Jamie continues to offer reassuring wisdom to the songbird that is Vi. "See? Nobody move, nobody gets hurt. Next he'll say they want us all rounded up as hostages." Immediately Vader proves Jamie wrong. "Everybody stay where you are. We'll be gone before you know it." Jamie scowls. "We just want the money." Jamie whispers. "Keep the money, we just want into one safety deposit box." Vader growls out as he nears.

Categorically wrong over and over, Jamie Madrox grits his teeth. "What horse shi-" The muzzle of an automatic death dealer shoves against his head behind an ear still red from the cold. Jamie's expression is one of absolute disappointment and annoyance. "Tell them to bring us the keys." Jamie flicks a glance to Vi. Don't get her shot. Don't get her shot. "Are you guys seriously wearing store bought Star Wars masks? Where's the pride in your craft?" The gun barrel shoves his head forward. "KEYS!"

Vi has posed:
Vi's life is about blending into a crowd. As Jamie glances back for her, he finds she's done as he said and has slowly drifted back amongst the other people in line, putting bodies between herself and the men in the strange masks.

Report card. Follows Instructions Well: Exceptional.

Vi keeps her eyes away from the men, not making any eye contact. Avoiding drawing notice is her trade. Though she's keeping an eye on the men, and one one of them puts a gun to Jamie, Vi's hands tense. She is already burning all four of her metals, though only the pewter that increases her durability and strength to anything other than the slowest burn. Her senses are sharper though, and she watches the gun, afraid to intervene with so many guns in the room.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will nod, and gives Robin the sign so the two Robins can act as one. He steps in his staff moving to catch the man upside the head. He is counting on the mask not providing protection and knowing where to hit to KO the man without killing him. His hand moving to grab for the man's radio as soon as connection is made, to try to make sure there is no grunt or such over the radio to his friends.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Two Robins, one swift maneuver. Damian leaps into action, literally, jumping on the guy's back in order to put him in a sleeper hold. As the man loses consciousness, Robin begrudgingly allows the man to come to rest on the rooftop. "Definitely well-funded." He comments, taking the sniper's position, opening the bolt to see what kind of ammo they were packing. Batman hates guns, Damian grew up shooting them, the boy was at home with all weapons. This was no exception, looking through the scope to see how many were inside wearing toy masks. "Everyone has to have a fucking theme these days. What the hell was wrong with ski masks?"

Multiple Man has posed:
Jamie Madrox is -not- a happy camper right now. All he wanted was to buy some Christmas presents and what did he get? A gun pointed at his head. He sucks his teeth, hands lifted slowly from his pockets. Nothing in his grip, nothing up the sleeves. Nothing to stop a bullet to his brain either. "Just yelling 'keys' isn't working out so well, is it? And to be honest, you said nobody was going to get hurt but I'm pretty sure I heard you cold cock a guy on the way in." He points out snidely. Then there's the jingle of keys as the bank manager, a silver haired woman a little on the lanky side and shaking like a leaf, making her approach and pleading for no more violence. That cold gun barrel grinds in behind his ear. Vader laughing as he yanks the keys from the womans trembling hand. "Anybody ever tell you that you talk too much, Trench Coat?" Jamie grunts. "You have no idea."

As Vi melts into the gathered crowd, one of the gunmen flips the OPEN sign to CLOSED and latches the door with an ominous clack. Vader has Jamie dead to rights. Leaving one robber at the gate, waiting to go down and catching the keys tossed his way. "You know which box. Hurry!" Leaving three topside, Jamie locks eyes with a bank teller. Mouthing the word 'button'... The teller shakes his head rapidly. He mouths it again. For another quick shake of the head. He can only sigh and close his eyes. It's about timing, he tells himself, and right now he doesn't have it. Vi, however, will find the odds shifting in her favor as she goes unhindered and unnoticed among the crowd of bank goers.

Back to the roof. It's a thing of quick, brutal efficiency when Tim and Damian close in with expert precision. "Wha-" Is all Chewbaca can utter before he takes a staff to the head and buckles sideways. The rifle falling backward to clatter on the roof as Damian latched onto the Ewok. A surprised yelp of the tone between kicked dog and surprised grown man is cut short. The grip proving perfected, blood supply shut down. Letting the man down easier than Tim, the roof is theirs. Having plucked the earpiece from Chewbaca, Red Robin will be relieved to find no worry coming from the other end. Though if he holds it long enough, seconds really, he'd hear a relaxed baritone voice on the other end. "Box 10275. Careful and quick. No alarm yet. Go."

Vi has posed:
Vi's eyes weave back and forth between the different gunmen. Hiding is what she would do in a situation like this, but Jamie is there with a submachine gun pointed to her head. There's no way she's going to leave him like that.

Vi falls back on what she knows when working with others. When her guild are at risk of discovery, it's time for a diversion. She suddenly starts sobbing, tears coming out of her eyes on demand. "Please, please don't hurt anyone," she says, waving her hands about spasmodically like she's overwhelmed by fear, adrenaline spiking.

She leaves the crowd, "Please, don't shoot, anyone! I just want out!" she says, moving at more hurried pace over towards some windows. Just a petite teenager, frightened out of her life, but a potential problem if she's not dealt with.

Vi is watching the gunmen though. The moment the guns are pointed her way rather than at Jamie or the other people, Vi flares her pewter strong. She doesn't know if enhanced durability will be enough to stop a bullet or not, but she risks it. The pewter burns through fast, on pace to be exhausted within 20 or 30 seconds.

The moment her body is strengthened, the gunmen and Vader each find about 1000 pounds of force pulling their submachines, straight towards Vi.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will make sure to disable his goons gun, and then fires a grapple to the bank building to swing down making sure to keep out of sight of the guys in the bank. As he is moving "I got left front, where you want to make your entrance?" He will tell Robin. He does make sure to put the goons com onto his so he can keep track of whats being said across it.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "Hold..." Robin says on his comm, watching a gun suddenly leaving a stormtrooper's hand. "There's a meta in there...or something else. Someone or something just disarmed all the gunmen in the scope."

  Robin himself kept prone, looking through the locked and cocked rifle to the situation inside. "There's only one way in..." He comments, looking through the scope still. "Go in, you're covered." Yes, he was going to keep on this high powered rifle.

Multiple Man has posed:
Jamie is no stranger to being held at gunpoint. His life has been anything but peaceful and this just cements the notion that he should look into more bullet resistant attire. Being shot is less than pleasant but he'd prefer to keep the guns trained on himself than... "Ah, dammit." He mutters as Vi's voice echoes off the high bank walls. The gun presses forcefully against his skull again as Robber Vader's attention is pulled back to Vi. "Kid, you need to shut up and calm down! Don't rock the boat or you're-"

It all happens fast. The events speeding up almost too fast to follow for the civilians. Jamie and Vi? Damian and Tim? They're no strangers to these high tension moments, are they? The Storm Trooper at the door, the one near the windows and Vader too. All looking her way as she goes frantic. "Get her away from the window!" Vader shouts. A Trooper is stalking toward Vi, gun trained and demanding her to sit down. He feels that tug first. "Hey, what was... no! NONONONO!" As the gun ya ks forward, the man is carried with it Jerked forward hard enough to make the gun strap crack ribs. The doorman loses his, arms flying up in immediate surrender. Vader loses his too, spun around and shocked to watch his custom shooter zip through the air. "Guys, we got powers in play! Chino, GET THE BOX!"

Tim catches the smooth jazz voice again on the comms. Too calm. "Get the box out of there. If Dresden finds out, this is all over before it begin." As Red Robin swings wide, all hell is breaking loose inside the bank. People start screaming. Running for desks. Walls. Anything as Vi's power flares. Damian, through the scope of the powerful rifle, sees the man being dragged by his own gun. The Storm Trooper pulls one of the guards stolen revolvers. Firing off a wild shot at Vi as he's pulled across the marble floor. Vader? He's running toward the vault. "Scatter! You know the meet point! I'll get Chino and the box!"

Now free of almost certain death, Jamie looks back to Vi as he races for one of the loan officer's desks. Snatching the first thing he can grab, he frisbee chucks the desktop monitor at Vader's back. "Vi! I told you to blend in! Not kick ass!" The monitor connects to kidneys just as Vader reaches the stairs. It hits hard, dropping the masked robber down marble stairs toward the vault. "But since you started... Damn. Cap can eat his elderly heart out. You see that?!"

Vi has posed:
The guns fly towards Vi with a half-ton of force, though Vi forgot to anchor herself, and the guard with the strap around his gun weighs enough that Vi's pulled towards him at an even faster rate than he's pulled towards her. The airborn guns, Vi and the Stormtrooper all arrive together at roughly the same time, give or take. It's a hard collision and the guns slam into Vi's chest hard enough to break ribs though she doesn't make a sound of complaint. Just punches the Stormtrooper with a punch a little less than Captain America might have delivered.

The guns drop to the ground just as Vader opens fire with the revolver. It's hard to see if she was hit or not, as she runs and dives behind a desk where people sit to talk about loans. She digs in her pocket, hands shaking with adrenaline. Pulling out vials, looking for the one with the pewter colored top and finally opening it and swallowing the contents.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will hit the window with something a kin to what is used on car windows to shatter the glass in the door, and tosses a smoke bomb in following it in. "These guys got some kind of magic bent, last time I saw Dresden he was throwing fireballs at vampires." He says over the com. Seeing one of the men up close with one of the hostages, he will toss one of the blunt Robin-rangs at the thug trying to keep him from hurting the girls. He will read off where each thugs is from his poisition for the boy sniper.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Even without sound, Damian can see the emotions escalate in the way that the door man acts. Once the revolver is pulled out, Damian takes the shot, right at the silver revolver in Vader's hand.

  His own training reaches up to the bolt, ejecting the cartridge without looking. The door man is targeted now, at least his leg is. Robin squeezes the trigger again, the snap of the supersonic projectile was distinct, and would definitely attract the police.

  "Some are still armed, keep an eye out." He comments to Red, right now looking at the gun, two shots down, he doesn't see any more magazines. >tt< "I'm coming in." He says, ditching the rifle, in order to jump off the roof, and turning his cape rigid, gliding to the large window, now compromised with bullet holes. When he reaches the window, he pulls himself into a tuck, feet first, in order to shatter and rain down glass from the front of the bank.

Multiple Man has posed:
He'd seen her flex mutant gifts before but it was small. An example. This? This is at a level he hadn't expected to come from Vi. The sheer force was impressive. Also a reminder of his metal fillings. Keep that under wraps just in case, he tells himself as he sees her smash into one of the Troopers. "That's going to bruise." He mutters under a breath with a wince. A wince that turns into a full body cringe when she lays out the man with a brutal strike. Helmet cracked in half, the ruddy faced and once conscious ginger tumbles end over end across the slick floor. "Good God, woman! You didn't tell me about that!"

Too much is happening at once now. It's anarchy and the Robins are well equipped to take full advantage of it. Glass shatters and spills in a sparkling mess around Tim's feet. Jamie seeing the smoke popper roll across the floor has a split second to wonder what else could be going wrong(or right!). "Vi, we got company!" A quick look around the room and he doesn't spot her. Smoke filling the room, people are running in every direction now. The ruined revolver on the floor is scooped up in Jamie's hand, a look back at the window and BOOM. Another shot goes off. "Craaaap, we got snipers!" Attention drawn to the door, gunman howling in pain as he clutches his knee. Blood pooling fast as the man screams wordlessly. Rolling in broken glass and probably never going to play soccer again.

He tries to get up and takes one of Tim's Robin-rangs right upside the head. Out cold, at least -his- screaming has stopped. Switching to crowd control, Jamie hucks another monitor through a window to usher people out. As Robin glides fast and sails through the window, Chino the Bandito finally makes it up the stairs with a long security box in hand. The mask obstructs the look of absolute horror on his face as he sees all Hell breaking loose.

Door Man down. Trooper down. Vader likely at the bottom ofnthe stairs with a broken wrist from Damian's initial shot and battered from his tumble down the stairs... Chino is all alone. "You're on your own." The voice sighs over comms before killing the connection. Chino the Storm Trooper stands stock still and terrified. Robins coming out of the wood work. Smoke everywhere. Broken glass still falling...

"See?! See?!" Jamie shouts triumphantly about the one thing he hot right. Gotham, man. Gotta watch out for those bats... and Robins.

Vi has posed:
While Vi may have mutant powers, the difference between someone with training, and her, is quite apparent as she doesn't know what to do next. "I'm here," she calls when she hears Jamie's voice. Vi peeks out from behind the desk, and flinches at the sound of the gunfire. Thankfully having her pewter burning to strengthen her body helps her dealing with those loud noises while her senses are acute.

She spots Jamie and hurries over to his side, sliding on the marble floor and crashing into the desk he's behind. Vi grabs him, hands moving over him checking him for holes, even though it was she that was shot at. "Are these more bad men?" she asks as Red Robin and Robin come bursting in, the smoke making it tough to see.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will toss another type of robin rang as Chino. this one a taser ring, he does not know what he is carrying, but figured it is some type of magical do-dad. We will probably need to call Constatine or Zatana in to see what it is the box." He says calmly as He and the shorter man go about dealing with the goons. He will do a survey of the room, seeing if anyone is left to deal with.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian's hood rests on his head. He walked with purpose over to Darth Vader, at the foot of the stairs. He was cool and collected, and under all of that, he was pissed. Grabbing the Dark Lord of the Sith by the shirt and jerking upward, taking that mask and removing it. "You...-fucked- up in the wrong city. Time to spill the beans. What is in the box, and who wanted it?" He demands, palming a sharpened birdarang, and pressing it just slightly into the abdomen, not enough to puncture, yet. "Before I start to get tired of keeping his from being your new organ."

Multiple Man has posed:
"Storm is going to literally kill me if she's hurt. I might need to move to Central City." Jamie, having ushered out a group to safety, takes refuge behind a desk. Checking pockets for a knife or... oh, there's his debit card. He didn't need to stop here after all. Hearing Vi call out her position, he's immediately relieved. "Oh, thank god! I hate Central City!" He shouts back at her with little context to go along with it. As the teenage mutant metal manipulator slides up beside him, he doesn't have time to explain before she's patting him down for bullet holes. "I'm good, I'm good! You're the one who got shot, not me!" Hands up, he dares not fight back. He just watched her punch a dude into an alternate universe(not for real but maybe).

Chino. Oh, poor Chino. Holding that metal box in hand, he's about to rabbit when that taser-rang hits him in the neck just beneath the Storm Trooper head gear. "AGAKAKAK!" Siezed up, muscles contract and the would be robber bits the floor spasming and gasping. The box? Falls with a hard clatter. A vibrant, bright blue light radiating from the joints in the metal. There's a -fwump- sound, the box contracting in on itself before going still and quiet.

Almost. Vader, having come to his senses, started that slow crawl up the stairs. Broken and beaten. He's not thinking straight as Damian walks toward him with violent potential. Jamie, peeking around the desk, watches Robin grab the man and knock the ridiculous helmet off his head. "I think our side, Vi. Wanna ask?" He smiles back at her before crawling toward that box. Jostled and disoriented, the man settles just now focusing eyes on Jamie. "Th-that guy... he set up the job... tattoo on his face... "

Jamie Madrox, reaching for the safety deposit box, goes still. "Do what now?"

Vi has posed:
The safety deposit box obliges by sliding across the floor towards Jamie as he goes after it. Technically it slid towards Vi, but she's behind him, so same direction anyway.

After a moment the guns go sliding across the floor, including the one strapped around the unconscious guard which pulls his body along the floor with it. This time she remembered to anchor herself against some other metal in the building, like someone hanging onto a heavy object to not be pulled away by something heavier.

Vi removes the gun from the man, tossing it aside where he can't reach it, and then doing the same with the others. "Hate those things," she says. "I don't think I want to ask. The little one kind of reminds me of Mr. Logan."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake 's brow raises a bit at Vader's commen, and will quick step it over putting his foot on the box, and says "I don't think you really need to be touching that mr?" He leaves it open to hear the man's name. He is trying to make sure his foot says on the box and keeps it closed for now.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Vader's accusation has Damian turn his head and stare down Jamie from across the room. Robin, who is -shorter- than this man, lifts him up to his feet, and pulls him by the arm to approach Jamie. "This guy." He asks Vader, holding his arm behind his back as he looks at Madrox. "You better be fucking sure or I take out my knife again." He was already getting flustered by the situation. Even now, he is hearing the sirens of GCPD coming their way.

Multiple Man has posed:
The box sliding to him, Jamie gives Vi a thumbs up in approval as he crawls over bits of broken glass that had scattered far across the floor after Damian's entrance. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Almost there. "Tell me about it. I don't even like my own gun." Luckily, that cute little .38 Special of his wasn't on hand to hear that. As Vi gathers up firearms for safe keeping(away from their previous owners), Jamie finds himself in a rather awkward position. On his hands and knees, looking up at Red Robin with furrowed brows and a jaw set in consternation. "Honestly, I called dibs like four seconds before you did. Cross my heart."

Jamie slooooowly lifts his hands up and away from the box as Robin drags that much, much larger man to the conversation at hand. "Madrox. Jamie Madrox. And I can explain. I hope." Sitting back on his haunches, hands up, Jamie is not in a good bargaining position and he knows it. Vader, actually a bald man with a thick jaw and beady eyes, is looking right at Madrox. Anger flooding his features. "You... YOU SET US UP!" The man roars in outrage, struggling unwisely against Damian's grip to try and get at Jamie.

"You know, Vi? I think I see it too. A little intense. Heh. Get it? A little?" Oh dammit, Jamie.

Vi has posed:
Captain America. Wasp. Daredevil. A few news reports. Vi has started to realize what costumes mean. When she sees Jamie being confronted by Robin and Red Robin, she moves over to back him up, moving to stand behind him. Adding all of the intimidation factor that a 90 lb, rather scrawny girl can muster.

That is, not much.

"Maybe not," Vi says to Jamie. "He hasn't stabbed anyone yet." Yes she's overheard stories about Mr. Logan being told by the other students.

She clears her throat. "We didn't have anything to do with it," she says, eyeing Red Robin and Robin. She has her pewter going, but only a medium burn that won't exhaust it quickly.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake does not know who the Logan is, but says "Don't give him an excuse to, he is on a pretty good streak not stabbing someone, hate to give him a reason to. So, you think you can explain why this fellow says it was you, and I heard you on their radio?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian's eyes keep on Jamie as Vader keeps struggling against his grip. Once Damian has enough of it, he uppercuts Vader almost like Ryu gives a Shoryuken. Right on the jaw, perfectly placed.

  "You have five seconds before I lose my...>tt<" he tsks LOUD at the little comment. He took out the katana on his back, the blade singing with the vibration of removing it from its scabbard. The blade tip is brought to Jamie's neck, just resting there for now. "I would talk, because my blade has not tasted blood in at least three months. She is thirsty." Yes, Damian's katana is a lady. Who knew?

Multiple Man has posed:
"Fair point, Vi. Let's try and keep it that way." Jamie says with a faintly nervous chuckle. With her now at his back, the intimidating 90lb power house is leaned back into. Hands still held aloft, fingers point at her when she attempts to clear his 'good' name. "She's right, by the way. -We- didn't have anything to do with it. Other than this part. Here. With the trying to stop it. Serious."

Right eyebrow jumping upward, the M inked into his face warps with his confusion. "Wait, wait. You heard me on the radio? Their radio?" He swallows hard at a suddenly dry lump in his throat. The sirens closing in doing nothing to calm the situation at hand. "Okay, you guys aren't going to like this but there's a very sensible explaination here. One I am not really jazzed about."

The quick, rising uppercut sends Vader off to dream land and a tooth across the floor. Jamie winces at the impact. That tense cringe forcibly loosening up as a blade is introduced to his throat. Chin lifted, he grimaces ever so slightly. "It's cool, Vi. It's cool." He starts by trying to keep things from escalating again. "I'm Multiple Man. Mutant private investigator? I uh... I make duplicates of myself. You know. Multiple Man? You've heard of me. I'm sure." They may or may not have. He continues. "Now, this is not a fun revelation for me but I think I may have a rogue out there. Heh." Brown eyes glance down to the katana caressing his throat. "She got name? Looks like a Chantel."

Vi has posed:
Jamie's words to calm Vi come at just the right moment to prevent something untoward from happening as she was about to blast every bit of metal Robin and Red Robin have on them, including the sword, across the room. As it is her stare is intent on Robin and that sword.

"He's speaking the truth," she says. "His duplicates don't come with the same exact personality," Vi adds, while her focus is still on that sword. "So why don't you pull that away from his throat," says the girl who is no taller than Robin, but staring at him with the eyes of someone ready to strike out to protect someone they love.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake 's brow raises a bit and says "Duplicates? And yes, I heard your voice. So let me guess you can make duplicates of yourself but they don't always listen to you, and could turn out to be your arch enemy?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "No, he heard you on the 90's throwback station where they insist on playing two hours of non-stop Guns N' Roses every -fucking- day." Robin holds the katana fast, but the sirens are doing nothing to alleviate the tension. The question from Jamie does have him answering sooner than later. "It is Akuma no Yubi."

  Robin lowers his hood with his free hand, looking at Red Robin, the boy's undercut hair on display for all to see, his emerald green mask kept in place by some unknown force, or just spirit gum. He is looking to Red for his opinion. When it seems that Tim would rather talk it out, Damian removes the sword from against Jamie's neck, his level of control over the razor sharp blade left absolutely no trace of a cut, but if he had 5 o'clock shadow, he may notice a small part where he was now shaven. The sword is flourished before putting it back where it came from, resting on his back. Does he apologize? Nope. Not one bit.

  Damian's ruthlessness and olive skin set him apart from the other Robins that have served in the past. He won't admit he has no clue who Multiple Man is, but the two believed this truth. And honestly? He's seen more preposterous things in his lifetime.

Multiple Man has posed:
A trickle of cool sweat rolls down his back. An unseen tell of his predicament. This isn't the first time he's had a teenager threaten to cut his throat and it likely won't be the last. This thought comes as no comfort. Upraised hands go palms up, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. "This is why you're the best employee of X-Factor Investigations, Vi." The only one but not the point! "She's honest as she is refreshingly accurate."

Jamie, visibly taken aback by Tim's spot on summary, pouts his bottom lip out a bit. "That's... uhhhh.... yeah, man. That's pretty much a hole in one. Embarassing, huh?"

Attention brought back to Damian, Jamie offers a wider and apollogetic smile. "Pretty name. Pretty lady." He says with breath held. When that blade is snatched away, that breath rushes out. "Woooooo, boy. That was close." The newly shaved spot on his neck to be noticed with much chagrin in the morning. "Okay. Cops on tbe way. You know how this will play out. We go our seperate ways. Cops clean this up. We hash this out like reasonable, costumed vigilates."

Slowly. Cautiously, Jamie gets to his feet. Backing up against Vi and still going as he ushers her out. "Cops and mutants don't mix. Not even in Gotham. Come find me if you want more answers. Lord knows I need 'em too now."