10843/A Night at the Movies

A Night at the Movies
Date of Scene:	24 January 2020
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	A charity event gets rescued
Cast of Characters:	Zorro, Sabretooth, Nightingale, Samuel Morgan, Kaida Connolly, Petra Emreis

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Zorro has posed:
The old Grimwood Theater in Bushwick has seen better days. In it's prime it was a favorite location for Brookylnn families to go for a night at the theater. However, time has not been very kind to the once beautiful theater, which, alongside Bushwick itself, has gone over the rails over the years. The theater was on it's last legs whem it was bought by eccentric perfume magnate Alister Grinly. He bought the theater and remodled it back to it's 1920s routes, in a effort to make desireable again.

Alister had a Grandaughter who was a Mutant herself so Mutant Right was a big button issue for the old cosmetics kingpin. A lot of his money went towards Mutant charitys, and tonight was no exception. Tonight was the theater's grand opening and to celebrate, the old magnate decided to host a charity to benefit the residents of Misery Row, one of the more run-down areas of Bushwick. Alister had done his best to drum up as much publicity as he can, so he called in many favors, including from a certain Broadway star.

This is how Hector Rodriguez found himself in a 1920s looking theater dressed like Clark Gable. He of course was all for this charity and jumped at the chance to help Alister. But, he was worried that "certain elements" would try to ruin it, mainly Griffin and Fields, a real estate firm with a keen interest in acquiring Misery Row. So as a precaution, Hector hid one of his Zorro costumes in a alleyway outside the theater alongside his rapier. Hector was currently in the crowd mingling with the gathjered guests, but keep a wary eye out for any surprises.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor Creed was outside the theater. He was leaning against one corner of the building that lead down the alley along the side of the theater. He is dressed in a long leather jacket, gloves, heavy boots, and a watch cap. His long hair is pulled back in a loose tail. He watches the crowd trying to get into the theater or catch a glimpse at one of the guests tonight. THe cold January night doesn't really seem to bother him much as stands like a cat; not really moving.

Nightingale has posed:
     Ah, who could resist a callback to the Roaring Twenties, the days of the silver screen and glamour of yore? Okay, so maybe a flapper that can quite literally flap might be a touch out of place. But nobody can say Shannon isn't cutting quite the figure tonight. The winged teen is clad in a knee-length black beaded flapper dress, a woolen theater cloak lined in red velvet for warmth with slits to allow for her wings, and simple black flats that look as if they would fit in any era. Her hair is long and loose, save for her now-trademark thin blue braid on the left side of her face, three little silver beads and all. Perhaps not historically accurate, but hey--it's the spirit that counts, right?

     She grins at another young mutant in her company, flicking her wings a bit, before settling them more firmly against her back. "I'd heard this place was being rebuilt. Should be nice to see it all fixed up again."

     Her brows furrow as she catches a glimpse of Victor. He did seem a bit... intimidating, but for the moment, she just nodded, and smiled lightly. "Good evening!"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Despite being a stickler for correct attire, a devotion to appearance that would make a drill sergeant proud and an unwavering belief that one's bearing is a reflection upon one's skills, Bean does not have the proper clothes to attend the grand opening of a 1920's styled theater. Despite his part time job at Club Evolution, the reason he's here in the first place, there is no chance of him affording the tuxedo this sort of occasion calls for. He's done his best, of course... dress slacks from a suit he managed to score for the coronation event in Genosha (but not the rest which was ruined in the ensuing disturbances), a rather fancy and probably somewhat expensive white button down shirt with all the creases correct, a presentable black tie and a jacket... well, it's letting him down. It's second hand, hastily touched up for his slightly more robust physique than the previous owner, but nothing could disguise the fact that it's not quite the same shade of black as his slacks. Luckily his combat boots have been shined to parade perfection, shiny black mirrors that belie the fact that they're made out of mere leather. How long did it take him to polish up like this? Quite a bit.

    It is odd, then, that he's in the presence of a canine, a young German Shepherd wearing a bright yellow high-visibility jacket with the words 'Service Animal' clearly visible. It's an affable dog, but one that has a habit of getting in between Bean and any random guests who might get a bit too close, creating a bubble of personal space for his human. Well, human as far as anyone can tell. Said teenager stands there among the guests, eyes flicking back and forth. "I'm glad we could make it." he agrees to Shannon "It's a pretty big deal for the area."

Kaida Connolly has posed:
Pat pat pat pat pat pat pat. The sound of tiny feet padding along the ground at such a low sound that very few could even begin to hear it. Kaida runs between people's feet with the practiced ease of a girl who has been living like this for several years. She scrambles along and leaps with a flip up to a bit of brick and scrambles up it to a window sill up above. She peers down at the people moving and falls down on to a three point stance with her left hand gripping the edge as she watches the people below.

The Bus ride over was a quiet affair for her, she prefers to take transport to where she is going for the most part as it saves calories. Speaking of which, she casually reaches back into her satchel with her right hand to pull forth a peanut and casually chow down as she watches people, "Neat." She says to no one in particular as she enjoys the look of things though her eyes do squint down briefly at Victor because, well, he stands out.

Petra Emreis has posed:
If anyone was to be sympathetic to people who were 'a little different' and feared for it? It was going to be a 'Witch'! Petra was here, the ashen-haired girl with the noticable scar on her otherwise flawless features was among the crowd and dressed rather simply: dark slacks and a button-up shirt worn under a matching jacket. It was about as formal as she had on her right now with her recent arrival in the states.

Watching the festivities, she was a relatively quiet presence for the moment, but at least she'd exchange pleasentries with those whose attention turned her way.

Zorro has posed:
As the event continued on, more adn more people started to show up. Eventually, the host of the party, Alister Grinly himself arrived. He was wearing a neatly pressed three piece suit and was carrying a cane, which he obviously used to walk. After a bit, he stamped his cane and said to the gathered crowd,

Alrigt ladies and gentlemen. Follow me to the main theater room and we shall see classics from the 1920s and 30s, starting with a Chaplin Classic."

As the old man started to lead the group to the theater, a looming danger was assembling outside. I fanyone were watching the outside windows they would see a white unmarked van pull up. No one came out and it seemed to be idling by the curb.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor remained outside as the crowd followed Grinly into the theater. He glances at his wrist for a moment just before the van pulls up. He pushes himself away from the alley wall and gives a slight nod in the direction of the van's windshield assuming the driver was there to see it. He began pulling off his gloves as the van idles.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon tilts her head as her greeting to the rather intimidating-looking Victor goes un-heard. But his was a face she would remember, make no mistake about it. She turns back to Bean, and smiles, glancing down towards the ground to include Kaida in her regardl. "Yeah it is neat. Hopefully this place will last, it'd do some good for this area for sure!"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Although Bean isn't an expert on contemporary cinema, heck, not even passingly familiar with it, his knowledge of the old classics is practically encyclopedic. Keaton, Chaplin, Laurel and Hardy... he grew up with these movies. So when Mister Grinly arrives to usher the guests in to the main theater, he's literally full of beans to go see a movie that was made long before he was born. A facial expression the closest he has yet come to excitement is starting to appear. "Ever seen Stan and Ollie in one of their classics? Tell me you've heard the speech from The Great Dictator?" Yup... this is something he can enjoy all night.

    Which is why he has to suppress a sudden look of rage when he spots the van arriving. Of course he checks windows, of course he checks entrances and exits, movement patterns and body language. It would anathema for him not to. And he knows that most people don't want mutant town to prosper. Gah... hopefully he's just seeing ghosts, but the look of excitement is well and truly gone.

Kaida Connolly has posed:
A look over to Shannon and Kaida leaps down and scampers over to near her and Samuel. She eyes Samuel's dog warily and then looks back as the van pulls up. She then looks over toward the big man who was at the corner and then hmms before she decides to scamper on over to beside the entrance and calls out to Shannon, "Go on without me." She states and nods her head as she simply twitches a huge ear over in the direction of the van and sniffs idly at the air, trying to see what scents she can pick up.

Petra Emreis has posed:
Petra had been trained in plenty of things over the course of a long life, but urban ambushes of the modern era? Well... not so much.

It took her a moment to notice, a shift in the room and a few faces like 'Bean's to notice something was wrong. Turning to look over her shoulder, only then did the sorceress spot the van idling outside through a glimpse of the window.

Zorro has posed:
As the crowd walked in, the driver rolls down his window, and the smells of cologne, cigar smoke, and oddly enough, grease paint fill the air. The driver leans his head out the window and, much to the confusion to anyone watching, the face of a Charlie Chapling look-alike appears. He looks at Creed and says,

"Your the guy the boss hired right? Me and the boys will make our entrance and when we give the signal, charge in and try to snatch Grinly, we will take the money the charity made."

Suddenly, the back of the van opens and reveals a who-whos of classic cinema stars. The men in the van were dressed as Laurel and Hardy, Buster Keaton, Groucho Marx, Fatty Arbuckle and Shemp Howard. All of these men were very good copycats of the originals, all the way down to their wardrobe and physical looks. Chaplin, who appeared to be the leader, gestured to his men and had them go down the alleyway towards the staff entrance, Arbuckle carrying what appeared to be a steamer trunk.

The theater was crowded with people as the lights began to dim. Hector sat next to Grinly, who was chatting to one of his board members about how excited he was about this night. Suddenly, he stood up and shouted to the crowd,

"Ladies and Gentlemen, before I start The Great Dictator, I would love to show a little dedication film my Grandson made to honor Hollywood legends."

As he said that, a title appeared on the projection screen that said," A Dedication to Brilliance." Suddenly, a Chaplin clip of him doing his signature swagger down the road appeared. Then, much to the amusement of the audience, an actor impersonating Charlie Chaplin appeared on the front of the screen and sarted to do antics, including kissing a woman's hand. Hector, was amused by this and turned to see Mr.Grinly's reaction. Mr.Grinly however, looked confused and muttered something about not firing actors. Hector immediatley got up and dashed out of the theater towards a side exit, this was not good.

Meanwhile, Chaplin was sooned joined by Keaton, Groucho, Laurel and Hardy, Fatty Arbuckle, and Shemp Howard, who all came out when their faces appeared on the screen and were doing various antics with the crowd, the steamer trunk lying near Arbuckle's feet.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor nods to Chaplin. As the "actors" head to the back and then onto the stage, Victor is making his way to the front of the theater. THe crowd has mostly moved inside with perhaps a few stragglers out here. He doesn't make eye contact with anyone but rather a massive figure that towers over most. He makes his way through the lobby so he can hear and see the signal.

Nightingale has posed:
     Something wasn't right. For Bean to not be excited about a subject about which his knowledge would rival just about anyone else's that she knew of, Shannon knew something had to be off. Her head is thus on a swivel as they join the crowd inside, keeping an eye out for trouble. She nods towards Bean, discreetly fishing her Bluetooth headset out of her little brown bag, settling it on her ear. If something was enough to trigger his prior training, it would behoove her to remain alert, and in communication.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There is a brief nod to Shannon as she brings out her bluetooth ear piece, and Bean does the same, fitting it into his left ear. It's not milspec, but it's what they have, and it's worked for them in the past. Things... things are about to go wrong. He just knows it. Clue the first? Mister Grinly is not expecting these actors, and good as they are, actors that are trying to fit in but aren't expected are usually a bad sign. Clue the second? One of the organisers has just left the building at speed.

    "Stay, Bear. Good boy." Bean motions to his canine companion and discreetly makes his way from his seat to the side aisle, just a teenager that can't sit still... "Nightingale, Techno. Assault weaponry in the trunk. FUBAR in approx thirty seconds."

Kaida Connolly has posed:
She can hear what is going on. Those big mouse ears are rather good for hearing and she notes the conversation from the people in the van. She frowns a little and shakes her head but waits patiently by the door, moving tightly against its side so that she hopefully isn't noticed. As everyone goes inside, she slips up to the alleyway and looks down it to see that they have gone inside and then looks over to the door to make sure no one can see her from there and she pulls her blade.

She looks closely at the tires and then whips her blade out before she is suddenly a blur of movement across the back of the back tires and then another blur across the front of the front tires. She slowly slides her blade away and turns to look at the van before saying in perfect Japanese.

"Your tires are already flat..." And then the hiss of air can be heard as the tires start to flatten out from the slashes she made. She nods curtly and then turns to head inside.

Petra Emreis has posed:
Recognizing an actor playing a beloved character like the tramp as sinster wasn't the easiest of things in most circumstances, but Grinly's reaction? That was pretty clear to pick up.

Petra wasn't quite ready to go pulling swords out of thin air and she lacked the earpiece to warn her of automatic weapons, but the woman exhaled a small breath as she began to draw the invisible strings of chaos that fueled her magic to her.

Zorro has posed:
Suddenly, Laurel comically tripped on the steamer trunk, letting out a loud,comic grunt as he did. This was the signal and Arbuckle suddenly opened the trunk and all of the actors reached in, pulling out assault weapons. As Shemp, Laurel and Hardy fired their weaponry into the ceiling, Grouch and Keaton rushed through the asile, shoving Sam aside as they did and grabbed Grinly and started to drag him away. Meanwhile, Chaplin glared at the crowd and said,

"Sit down and shut up and no one gets hurt!"

Suddenly, a throwing knife flies out of nowhere and strikes Arbuckle's gun, breaking it. This blade came from Zorro, who emerged from a dark area of the theater and pulled out his rapier and started to charge towards the crooks.

Nightingale has posed:
     Wow. When Sam had said FUBAR, he hadn't been joking! But sit down and shut up? Yeah right. There was no way in heaven or Hades that Shannon was about to do that! She reaches down to help Sam up, pursing her lips. "You weren't joking, Techno. Hope you've got a plan!"

     ...and then there it was. The throwing knife out of nowhere. The rapier. The mask and cloak. Oh yes, she had seen this before, at close range. Turning back towards Bean, she gestures towards the masked one. "He's a friendly," she tells him. "Seen him in action before."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Sometimes, it sucks to be right about these things. But with a theater full of innocent bystanders, automatic weaponry, a dispersed group of assailants and multiple conflicting objectives, several even mutually contradictory, there isn't much Bean can do when Keaton and Groucho rush at him. His best play is to play along, and he gets shoved aside like any other teenager, making his fall into the aisle as dramatic as it needs to be. Dramatic enough, it seems, to make it natural that Shannon were to come to his aid. She's the only one who can see his eyes right now, and they're practically glowing.

    The arrival of the masked swordsman is both unexpected and welcome, like something out of an Errol Flynn movie. It's a night at the old movies alright, with comedians and swashbucklers vying for the attention of the crowd. He picks himself up and nods to the two who have just grabbed Grinly. "Those two do /not/ get away. Let our friendly deal with the others." Because any man that can accurately hit a rifle with a throwing knife is someone who really does not need Bean's help.

    Chaplin may find the earpiece he's using to talk to his boss starting to grow hot. Very hot. Unbearably hot even, as the battery begins to discharge fully, bypassing the regulator, making the plastic smolder. There's nothing he can do to disable Buster and Marx, so he resorts to a full on attack, shedding his jacket as he goes... and incidentally turning off lights as he runs, so that a pool of darkness approaches the duo trying to abduct the charitable magnate.

Kaida Connolly has posed:
With the van effectively disabled, Kaida is now slipping inside, blinking at the havok that is happening in there and frowning. This isn't all that exciting for her to be honest. People with guns are very bad and those kinds of guns are worse. She enjoyed ripping apart those tires but this? This is very dangerous and people could get hurt. Kaida keeps her blade away for the moment as she doesn't wanna hurt anyone so instead she seeks out Shannon's scent.

A moment after the lights go out, Shannon will likely feel a pressure on her shoulder as a 227 grams of mouse girl lands there. She says loudly (given the noise), "Their van tires are flat! I'm gonna try to help!" And then she sniffs the air, swivels her ears and zeros in on one of the guys with guns. She notes Samuel running off and instead focuses on a guy not fighting who appears to be Zorro (or did appear before the lights went out) and she zips off.

Now, 227 grams isn't much. Heck, the 5 kg of strength she hasn't isn't a lot. But, when you shrink that down to the size of a mouse fist and move it at 130 kph, it can be quite a lot of painful force. Now, that force is flying right at the ankle of Laurel.

Petra Emreis has posed:
Gunfire, shouting? Yep, now Petra knew things were kicking off. The sudden arrival of Zorro in the mix made it pretty clear subtle was out the window, so the sorceress sprung into action.

With one hand raised, glowing bolts of freezing chaos magic lept from her fingers, they too aimed for the raised weapons. In her other hand? A gleaming sword of her own seemed to form out of seemingly nowhere, grip reversed and held against her form out of the way for the moment.

Zorro has posed:
Zorro grins to himself when he the lights go off, deciding to use the cover of darknesss to make his move and charges towards Arbuckle. The last thing Arbuckle sees before geting knocked out is Zorro's fist heading towards his face. Meanwhile, Kaida manages to hit Laurel in the ankle, breaking it in the process. Laurel crumples down to the floor and cries in pain. Suddenly, a shadow looms over Kaida, it is Shemp. He glares at you and says in a perfect impression of Shemp," A wise dame eh?"

He then tries to stomp on Kaida. As Chaplin cries in pain and rips the bluetooth off his ear, Keaton hears Bean coming and lets go of the old man and tries to whack him with the back of his rifle. Hardy looks on in shock as his gun is frozen and made worthless and he tries to bolt, his heavy frame making him a easy target

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods to Bean, and moves to intercept the two taking the theater's benefactor away. As she makes her way through the crowd, following the pair, she's removing her woolen cloak, holding it by the edges as if to catch fish with a net. Spreading her wings, she takes to the air, with thankfully enough ceiling height to make this maneuver possible.

     They'll never see her coming.

     With the crowd below instead of surrounding her, she soars overhead, backwinging to hover above Grinly and 'Groucho'. A grin spreads slowly across her face and... she drops her cloak right over 'Groucho's' head, to obscure his sight, and force him to let go of Grinly to remove it.

     Bombs away!

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    A weapon you are unfamiliar with, or you are not willing to use, belongs to your enemy. It was the first tenet Bean's combat instructor had drilled into him at age eight. A firearm's main advantage is range. The moment you give up that advantage, it becomes the worst weapon you could possibly wield in practically all circumstances. Granted, it's a ten pound weight being shoved at speed towards the teenager, and indeed any normal teenager, even a have a go hero, would find that an extremely uncomfortable prospect.

    Bean is not a normal teenager.

    The entire striking force of the buttstock is concentrated in the back plate. That is, despite the size of the weapon, a relatively thin strip of metal, coming in at flat horizontal angle. Left arm up and outwards, to deflect the blow along the length of the stock, using his momentum to lift himself up in a short hop using his back foot, knee forwards. Right arm low and around, bladed up towards the weapon behind the point of balance, just as the left arm comes down again and then both arms slam forwards towards Keaton's chest.

    This is not a move taught in any civilian defense class, and Bean's expression is one of perfect studied neutrality.

Petra Emreis has posed:
Hardy's weapon is out, cooled and jammed, but Petra wasn't going to give him the chance to find another. Rushing through the crowd, the woman twists and brings her sword up, a deflection intended to send the man off-balance before she shoves her open palm forwards and a rippling shockwave of invisible force surges out with intent to hurl the goon backwards.

Zorro has posed:
As Grouch swears and tries to remove the object drapped over his head, Buster cries in pain as Bean goes to work on him. Meanwhile, Hardy falls to the groud, knocked out from Petra's magic. Shemp, having missed Kaida, immediatley charged Petra in a attempt to tackle her. Meanwhile, Zorro advances towards Chaplin and tries to hit in the shoulder with his rapier. However, Chaplin has a surprise of his own and pulls a sword out of his cane and starts to swordfight Zorro.

Nightingale has posed:
     With Groucho otherwise occupied trying to dislodge her cloak from his head, Shannon calls out to Grinly. "RUN!" Hopefully, they'll listen, and get to safety before the cloak is removed. With the warning given, she flies a little bit higher still, and....

     ...drops. Tucking her wings inwards, she drops like a stone, heading straight for Groucho. Not exactly the best thing to be doing, but with his hands occupied and his sight obscured, there would be no chance for him to draw a weapon as she flung herself at him from the side. As she connects, the impact a jarring one, she grabs the edges of her cloak, front and back, and just pulls the fabric down tighter over Groucho's head. Yeah. He wasn't going to be removing it--or her--anytime soon.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Please don't run." Bean mentions in an almost conversational tone to Buster, as he grabs hold of the rifle in mid-air and spins it around again, whacking the man on the chin with the barrel's integrated flash hider and then rams the stock into the man's stomach. "So much more fun if you don't run." Spin the rifle again, a blow aimed for the head, sideways this time, the magazine dropping to the ground. A kick to the knees to bring down the opponent, a knee upwards to meet the dropping face, another bash with the rifle just to make sure. Bean, it seems, has never heard of 'overkill'.

    Next target? Groucho of course, and now his head is turned to project his voice towards the man struggling with the cloak over his head. "Please don't run. It's so much more fun if you don't run..."

Petra Emreis has posed:
One down, there was actually a smile on Petra's face as Hardy topples, but the sudden charging of Shemp and the sound of his rushing feet has her back to reality. Twisting around, her weapon comes up, crossed and ready to deal lethal damage...but she wasn't dealing with a supernatural threat, something so effortlessly carved up and cut down. She wasn't beyond killing someone if necessary, but audience and morality collide enough to stop her from plunging the weapon into the would-be robber.

There's a sidestep, the sorceress again twisting her smaller frame to the side and bringing that flashing silver across in a very measured draw-cut across his outstretched arms.

Zorro has posed:
Grouch is knocked down by Shannon's dive-bombing, but is still concious and hears Buster's cries of pain. Upon hearing Samuel appraoching him, Groucho starts flailing around struggling to get free from Shannon's grip. Suddenly, one of his fists gets free and he throws it to where he thinks Shannon's face is. Meanwhile, Shemp cries out in pain as his arm is cut open, blood coming out of the room. He lands right beside Hardy and starts crying out of pain. Meanwhile, the sword-fight between Zorro and Chaplin is still going on, both men seemingly evenly matched.

Nightingale has posed:
     Unfortunately, Groucho's punch does connect with Shannon's face, hitting her smack over her right eye. She yelps in pain, squinting her eyes shut, but refuses to let go. Yeah, there's going to be a nice little shiner there, at least for an hour or two. Thankfully, she has the sense to keep her wings tucked in tightly behind her, making it just about impossible for them to be a target--at least from Groucho. "Awww, HAIL NO, you didn't just do that! You're not going anywhere, buddy!"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Oh dear. The fight takes a bit of a turn as Bean sees Shannon get punched in the face. Time seems to slow for a moment, even as his practiced hands reach for the bolt handle of the rifle and rack it back to eject the chambered round, dropping the rifle as soon as the brass ejects. He can see it spinning, end over end, taking on a strangely ... red tint. There's that thump in his ears. Hmmm. What's that sound? Ah yes, of course, his heartbeat. There is a monster hiding under Bean's veneer of self control. It takes one look at his best friend being punched in the face, opens the door to its own cage and stretches.

    The first warning, the only warning, that Groucho will get is a series of thumping footfalls, almost exactly like someone in heavy combat boots running towards him. In that he's lucky, because that's exactly what's happening. A pair of hands grabs the fist he just used and /TWIST/. Twist until the radius cracks and then some. A surprising amount of force is being exerted forwards and downwards, driving the man's shoulder towards the ground, fist being held in a vice grip that might as well be a steel claw. It squeezes harder. It twists further.

    Not a sound from Bean, but his expression is no longer calm. It's a rictus grin of malevolent glee.

Petra Emreis has posed:
He'd live, but pain and blood tended to make certain kinds of people feel like they didn't want to continue fighting. Usually, the sorts of people that didn't want a real fight; the sorts of people that brought automatic weapons to charity events. Petra doesn't really have the sympathy for Shemp as he clutches his arm, instead she turns with her hand raised and another glowing spell dancing between her fingertips...

And then she spots Bean's advance on the man who had just hit Shannon. There was murder in those eyes, not entirely unwarranted either. Petra could really only stop and watch what was coming next for a few more bare moments before she turns her gaze towards Grinly and the other civillians, then on towards the masked swordsman. Leave the bad guys to their fate, there were other people to worry about!

Zorro has posed:
Groucho cries out in pain as Bean does his assult. He continues to flail about with his free side while screaming and swearing. Meanwhile, Zorro pushes Chaplin's hat over his eyes and, while he struggles to remove it, punches him in the face, knocking him out. Zorro then notices Bean and sees his murderous look. He then starts to rush towards bean in a attempt to stop him.

Nightingale has posed:
     It seemed fairly unlikely that Groucho was going to be getting up anytime soon, especially when there is the sound of bone cracking from Bean's defense of Shannon. But, just to be sure, she opens her eyes and, as she pushes herself up, she draws her right hand back. The girl who rarely, if ever attacked anyone or anything, now took aim at Groucho's kidney and hit him /hard/. "If you're smart, you'll stay down."

     A flurry of stygian darkness catches the winged teen's attention as she pushes herself to her feet, and she frowns. "Bean. Incoming friendly!" Hopefully her words reach him. "I'll be alright. Disengage?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's not enough when the man's shoulder hits the floor. Bean twists further, heedless of the fists thumping into him as Groucho tries to defend himself. That trapped fist is held in a grip that feels well beyond what someone like this teenager should be able to achieve, but that's the least of Groucho's worries. Once that shoulder is on the ground, Bean puts his left foot on the joint and then leverages the arm upwards and back, giving it another twist and yank. His right foot? Why, his right foot kicks out, towards the trapped man's face hidden under that cloak. It's a vicious stomp of a heavy boot, and it doesn't end with just the one. Kicks are aimed at the criminal's ribs between kicks to his head, all the while his arm is being wrenched from its socket.

    In the audience, the fleeing audience, Bear stays as he was ordered to stay. Good boy. Good boy Bear. Where human? Nooooo! Bad human, bad!

    Kick after kick, blow after blow, Bean continues his assault, and assault it is at this point. Feet, elbows, knees, fists... His knucles are raw, his breath ragged from the effort he's putting into his utterly silent onslaught.

    Bear races out to the aisle, trying to outrun Zorro.

Petra Emreis has posed:
With swordfights over and innocent folk out of harms way courtesy of unconcious, injured and currently 'Bean mauled' mooks, Petra's own sword vanishes with a murmer of words in some exotic-sounding language. Of course, the spatters of blood on her sleeve remained, but she'd worry about that later. The sounds of impact, heavy and loud do reach her ears and she turns, but there's only a bite of her bottom lip and a slight turning away of her gaze that suggested there might be any discomfort there.

Morality? Neutrality? Some personal code of honor? Whatever the reason, Petra wasn't rushing in to try and pull Samuel off the thug.

Zorro has posed:
As Zorro rushes towards bean, he sees a dog rushing towards him. Zorro, of course, was not a big fan of dogs, a unplesant encounter with a drug dealer's dog leaving him wary around them. So, in a surprising show of acrobatics, Zorro climbes the theater chairs and runs across them. Once he gets close enough to bean he lunges at him in order to get him to stop.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The German Shepherd races along, heedless of anyone else. Bear is a dog on a mission...

    Bean has no let up. At this point it's clear that Groucho is no longer a threat, hasn't been a threat for a while now, but the beating /just doesn't stop/. If he can hear anyone, he doesn't show it, lost in a world where only the rage and anger matter. But he's not so far gone that he's not aware of other threats. New threats...

    When he turns to face Zorro, it's like an artillery battery coming to bear. Preparing to meet the lunge, at least he finally, finally stops beating Groucho.

    Bear leaps.

    It's hard to say what takes Bean down. Certainly he put a lot of effort into deflecting the lunge, but a mere moment later he has a face full of floofer. The Shepherd clings on, furiously licking Bean's face to ground him back into reality, applying positive pressure to remind him where he is, what's going on. It'll be okay human. It's okay human. Bear here now. Good boy Bear!

    Bean goes down, arms around the German Shepherd. Is the dog tearing his throat out? Are they locked in a death struggle?

    No, Bear is on top of Bean, licking and licking his face. And what was a struggle turns into a hug... turns into a cuddle... turns the Monster back into Bean.

    In the dark recesses, the cage door slams shut. There will be another time...