11074/Valentine Cat

Valentine Cat
Date of Scene:	14 February 2020
Location:	Brooklyn, New York
Synopsis:	After having bee made Typhoid Hairy by Cheetah, Ivory get wrecked havoc upon by Pixie, Nightwing and a silly 'yote.
Cast of Characters:	Ivory, Pixie, Nightwing, Mercy Thompson

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Ivory has posed:
    The Night of Thursday 14th Febuary had a full moon hanging in the sky, the silver light illuminating the streets of Brooklyn. Some half hour ago, some calls from the area had went out about a cat-monster attacking someone in a back alley, mixed with cellphone footage of something sandy in human shape attacking another human figure before running away. Then, other calls came from the area. Some people claimed to the police that a cat-monster would roam the area...

And true it was. After Cheetah had bitten Ivory under the full moon, and somehow, the curse of Urzkartaga and the Ivory's magic blood interacted. white fur had sprouted all over the body, muscles bulged out, the face mimicked that of a feline. A complete werecat, covered in white fur, finger long claws digging into the brick of the buildings as it propelled itself up onto the roof, then over the streets. A white spectre in the silver moonlight.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn wasn't police, nor was she officially a superhero. Not really. She's just a student who happens to be a mutant, who happens to be in the wrong time at the wrong place, flying over said rooftop as she attempts to enjoy a nice evening out. And there it is, a giant cat monster thing..Just as she lands to rest her wings a bit. "Eep! What IS that thing??"

Nightwing has posed:
With a great number of differing responsibilities, there are times that Nightwing has a tendancy to spread himself a little thin. And while not currently a formal member of the Titans, he still makes a point of dropping in on the group from time to time to check in on them and make sure that everything is going okay. Really, it's not that long a drive up from Bludhaven, and the dark-haired vigilante does find a lot of value in the visits. Both for them, and for him. It can be pretty grim in the Haven, which makes it that much nicer to visit some of his old stomping grounds.

Nicer, that is, when there are not police reports of an apparent monster on the loose. That brings back old memories too, though perhaps not quite as fond. Still fun, in their own way. You know, for those that like hurling themselves into the frey against such things. Which maybe he does... just a little bit. Either way, with the updated reports being relayed to his com-system, he tracks those sightings, making his way across the rooftops of the city to zero in on the latest location. Finally nearing the last listed site, he crouches on the rooftop of a brownstone, peering out over the city, the streets lit up in green and white through his starlite lense inserts within his mask.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's out here because, she needed to return a fixed car to its owner. That was the plan. Then, oh yeah, the were-cat. Mercy's first instinct was to call her pack to ask for advice. Which amounted to 'get out of the way and keep hidden'

Solid advice there, wolves. Mercy's not a wolf. She's not built for fighting. Instea. She's thinking this through. Okay. There's awre-cat on the loose. There's a freaking were-cat. What would Mercy do if she was turned into a hulking were-cat? Aside from shred everything in sight. Where would she go? Drawing a blank, Mercy's just doing her level best to hide, and observe. And think this through too.

Ivory has posed:
    The white cat-humanoid hisses sharply at the landing Megan. The jaws opened, saliva wetting the fangs, flying out at the harsh exhale towards Pixie. The eyes glow in the moonlight, as if they were flashlights of their own. Slotted flashlights staring at the young mutant with the intensity of a cat, the ears folded back. A moment, two, it stares at the Brit, then suddenly barrels forward, the claws shimmering like pearl in the silver light...

    The calls and tweets allow Nightwing to pinpoint the location of the sightings pretty well - if there is one thing the New Yorkers don't have, it's seemingly a sense of privacy, because seemingly everything is twittered and instagrammed and facebooked for all the world to see. at least it makes tracking such incursions easier than Gotham, where people probably don't even acknowledge if known criminals fill their gas tank and only try to get away. But this was close.

    There is sound above mercy. A scream of surprise, then a hiss.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn eeps, eyes widened as she focuses on the cat monster in the darkness. "Uh..h-hey, nice kitty.." she backs up, hands held up in surrender, "Awwe cmon, I'm not that tasty! Eek!" If she hadn't been flying around for hours she might just take off now but as it is..She lunges a hasty kick at the kitty, trying to put distance between it and herself.

Nightwing has posed:
There are a great many advantages to having access to all that Wayne Tech, to those friends and allies, and having that datafeed narrow down all those leads, sift through them far faster then any single human being could is just one of those advantages. It is no surprise to the costumed man when he hears the sounds of disturbance before he spots them and he is off in a flash, out of his crouch and sprinting across the rooftops, leaping the narrow gaps when necessary with an ease that shows off the years of practice he's had at this.

And there it is. It really is some giant, humanoid-like cat on a rampage apparently. And on the verge of finding a target by the looks of things. Though the way the young woman kicks at it suggests she doesn't intend to be any easy prey. He considers for just a moment, weighing his options before retrieving a handful of items that he hurls down towards the concrete below from his rooftop perch. And as they land all around they burst with loud, sharp noises -- designed to distract and confuse.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's got no tech. On the other hand, she can go zero to coyote to 65 in....about a few paces. She's also found the cat thing. So, shedding her clothes on she's stepped into her coyote form, she moves, claws clicking. With her head thrown back, she howls. That's her cue to book it. She's hoping she can run rings around the were-cat and stay one paw ahead. Or that'd be the plan. Thanks, jackass, for giving her a headache...jeez, thanks.

Ivory has posed:
    The claws draw a shining set of lines through the full moon air, just inches from where Pixie had been a moment before she threw herself forward into a kick. Though the side that she hits seems like steel, the muscles underneath the fur like a rock. The head cracks to the side to where the young mutant escaped, the eyes dilating some, the spit of the cat getting breathed right into the direction of the smaller girl...

    Just before the snapping detonations around the two make the head spin another way, the eyes going back to thin lines, trying to figure out where the 'attack' came from.

    The fight clearly is some floors above Mercy. On one of the houses.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn flinches from the cats strength, backing away some more, then explosives are thrown if some sort and age flinches, using distractions to dart back, and into the sky. "Phew Okaay, here we goo.." she feels strength returning to her wings and she flutters rapidly, unleashing pink glitter in the cat. Maybe she can c fuse or relax her with cute illusions?

Nightwing has posed:
For the first time Nightwing takes note of the fact that the young woman in question isn't just lashing out at the were-cat... but that she also seems to have wings. Huh. Handy that, at least if she is going to avoid being shreaded. Perhaps she is not in quite so imminent danger afterall. That makes things a little easier.

The noisemakers are scattered across the rooftop below, making an unholy racket that probably has alarmed the residents of the house below to no end. If they haven't already been called, chances are it will not be long until the authorities are on their way. Which is a... mixed blessing at best. Time to start taking the fight to the beastie and see if he can determine just what's going on here. But maybe just tilt the battlefield a little more in his favor. Again, his hand darts down before hurling a few capsules which shatter on the rooftop, almost immediately spewing a thick, heavy mist that obscures sight. As that cloud begins to expand, the darkly-clad vigilante leaps from his perch above, landing in the midst of the rooftop where the Ivory-monster lurks. "Here kitty kitty..."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's heading up to the roof on four paws to help out too.Something something help fight a were-cat something bait?

Sure, the coyote'll run around on the roof and look pretty and dance around the cat?

Either way.mercy's heading up there on four paws. She's not an average coyote

Ivory has posed:
    The Pixie going up to the sky results in the cat jumping after her, trying to get her once, before landing back on the roof, feet crushing one of the noisemakers. Better! Less Loise! The dust though... does it even affect the white cat? It doesn't seem so... after all, a rampaging were cat doesn't have much creativity left.5r
    Instead of going after Pixie the upcoming fog turns the cat almost a white shadow in a world of blackness. An inversion of normal. And then... one by one the noisemakers seem to die, Ivories movements concealed by the black mist. That is, until right in front of the Grayson a hulking white peels from his artificial dark, right after he taunted. Clawed hands coming forth in a double swing...

Nightwing has posed:
There is, of course, a method to Nightwing's madness. The spreading mist is not meant to hinder him, those lense inserts in his mask cutting through it easily. And if it doesn't hinder the crazed feline, well, that's unfortunate. Clearly the beastie is a little annoyed about something and all things considered, the dark haired young man would prefer not to be the subject of her annoyance. So when she lunges for him Nightwing is... simply not there. A back-flip moves him away from that dual-clawed strike, and a second gives him even more space to operate, moving with acrobatic ease.

"Tut tut. Bad kitties don't get any treats," he chides, yet anotehr pellet appearing in his gauntleted hand, hurling it at the were-cat's feet where the geletin capsule bursts open, yet another cloud emerging. But this one is a sickly yellow-green mist, the tear-gas cloud swiftly enveloping the beastie as Nightwing remains in motion, continuing to move so as not to get pinned down. At least until he sees what looks suspiciously like a coyote scaling it's way up onto the roof. "Ahhhhh..." This was supposed to be such a nice, quiet night. Suddenly he's in an episode of Wild Kingdom.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Make that a coyote pulling freeway speeds across the roof. Claws skittering, Mercy's finding a spot to hide and wait. And watch too. She's thinking it's a nice idea to run around and distract the kitty. Until, well, she's up here and running. That's when reality sets in. Maybe. Just maybe this wasn't so much of a good idea...not in the least, nope. Unless of course, there's more people up here.

Ivory has posed:
    The white monster follows close upon Nightwing, the distance between the two staying rather short. The pellet hits in front of the feet and before the mist has fully spread, the momentum carries the transformed Ivory further, attempting to swing more at the elusive student of the bat. There's no system in the attack, but the swipes come fast, a trail of mixed up smoke trailing the claws...

    ...that is, until the coyote appears, disturbing the mist and drawing the eyes of the cat. A split second later the flurry changes direction in a comical inversion of the stereotypical dog hunting cat. No, the feline is hunting the canine, teeth bared, eyes seemingly glowing in the dark, a white streak in the sea of black mist, barreling forward, attempting to throw down the smaller coyote.

Nightwing has posed:
For a moment Nightwing is left with nothing to do but defend himself, the speed of his opponent considerable. But speed and agility are his game too so he tunes out everything else and focuses on avoiding those claws, keeping his movements unpredictable, ducking or throwing himself to the side, constantly giving ground but never straight back, always mixing a little side to side into the mix. Occasionally he simply raises up those metal gloves he wears, letting his swipe across them leaving scratches in the black paint.

And then something attracts her attention. Oh right, the coyote. He knows that more and more animals are finding themsleves city residents with ever increasing urban sprawl. But this is ridiculous. What is a coyote doing up here on a rooftop in Brooklyn? Oh coure, the same could be asked about the Cat-Monster too. Either way, the beast doesn't deserve to be eaten so as he gets his momentary reprieve, the darkly-clad vigilante whips out one of his grapnels in a smooth motion, firing it towards Ivory's feet seeking to take the were-cat in the strong, de-cel jumpline cord.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's running quickly, as fast as she can and she's skittering,moving and weaving,leaping and rolling. She's trying her best to throw the were-cat off balance. Mercy's still not a happy coyote, while watching the were-cat. Mercy slides to a halt, digging her claws in and dashes off again. The cat's after her? Good. Good. Mercy's smaller and more agile than a big, lumbering hulked up roidd out were kitty?

Ivory has posed:
    For a big hulked up moggie, Ivory is surprisingly agile. Actually, more agile than they look like. Deep gushes of ripped up roofing are left in the roof as they dart after. Suddenly, they jump over the coyote, claws extended, figners about to snatch the small canine's neck....

    ...when the cable finds purchase as the Nightwing's hook winds around one ankle, slowing down the heavy mass enough to let the coyote escape and have the white beast crash into the ripped up cement. But while it throws them down, the cat beast isn't out, eyes once more changin focus. Back to Grayson.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn is momentarily lost in the fog, and perhaps clawed at by a random slash from psycho cat as it lashes out blindly in the chaos. "Okaay, So illusions don't work so well on you, then how about this!" she focuses a moment, pink eyes glowing intensely as she holds a fist to her chest, pulling out a glowing pink dagger the length of her forearm. With a yell, she rushes at the kitty, propelled by her wings as she attempts to stab it with the dagger wherever she can connect. Of course the soul dagger is not a normal dagger and if it connects, will pass through the kitty, stunning it at the least, breaking whatever spell/possession be on it if there be one, at the most.

Nightwing has posed:
One coyote saved. Check. Now he just has to worry about his own skin. The things he does. Despite the situation a faint grin rests on Nightwing's features. His adrenaline is definitely pumping now. Eyeing the on-rushing beastie, he weighs his options. Which is when the winged woman swoops out of the dissipating mists and stabs at the were-cat with a glowy dagger. Well then.

Tempting as it might be to see just what sort of effect that latest attack might have, time is not a luxury he has in great store at the moment so instead he glances at the granpel in hand, glances at the were-cat with the cord still wrapped around one ankle and hits the recall button on the device. All that once that cord is rapidly recalled. Designed to haul over six hundred pounds in a rapid ascent, he can only hope that it jerks the legs out from underneath the charging beastie. And if not? Well, perhaps the gleaming wing-shaped throwing knives coated in tranquilizers that appear in his free hand will be effective. "You're really putting a dent in my equipment budget you know. I have to account for this," he complains light-heartedly.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy gets a shock when the cat goes over her ears. She skitters and changes course, trying something when the cat's brought down. Mercy's a coyote. Small. Quick. Agile. In need of saving, true, but....she's hanging back, watching, waiting for....something. Not quite an opening, but she's circling, looking for a way back into the fight now the cat's been brought back to terra firma. Or, more accurately, destroyed roof.

Ivory has posed:
    Ivory hadn't yet managed to get back to the feet when Pixie storms in, the magical weapon brandished. The arms come up to try to block the stab, but instead of the torso, the glowing purple weapon biting fur, skin and bone beneath, drawing a horrible shriek from the cat beast. Like a wounded tiger. But the fight isn't gone as the magic of Urzkartaga's Curse and the Soul dagger go against each other. Purple, black and white mist start to pour from the wound and dagger, engulfing both Ivory and the young mutant, as the former tries to land a hit on the later in the craze of the demon-induced were-change.

    That is, until the grappling hook gets reeled in, throwing the werecat back onto the back and then pulling it along the roof, out under Pixie. The dagger still lodged in the arm, the winged mutant possibly even riding on the pulled cat, the were-cat howls, more and more of the mist getting pretty much ripped out of the body.

    Muscles seem to vanish, fur gets left behind as the body is forced over the rough roof, hell, the being even shrinks! Which incidently means that the reeling in gets somewhat faster, tossing the package of one Pixie and one pretty human Ivory towards Nightwing, the later one passed out as the blade did whatever...

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks as her dagger has an interesting effect, possibly reacting to some other magic on the cat. "Woah, is there a spell on her or...Eep!" suddenly she's dragged along and she grabs onto the cat for dear life, until she gets thrown then she yells.."Um um...!" She scrambles for a spell but in the heat if the moment draws up a blank, instead trying to catch herself in the air, fluttering her wings quickly to try and dart skywards to avoid crashing into Nightwing.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's watching all this from her spot on the roof, torn up as the roof is. With a wag of her tail, she scurries for the stairs again, bak, back down to the ground again. Mercy's not wanting to be here when whatever that....thing was comes to its sensess. Because no. There is not enough Belgian chocolate to fix that, not in the city or even the whole world.

Nightwing has posed:
Definitely not a normal blade that. Though the pink glow pretty much gave that away already. The dark haired vigilante watches that tangled get dragged closer and closer by the recoiling line, at least until the were-cat begins to transform, the mass melting away until what is left looks like a much less threatening and much more unconscious woman. He quickly ceasing the recoil, stopping the jumpline from being drawn back into the grapnel before he injures her by dragging her across the rooftop any further. Not to mention the poor winged woman who seems to have defused the crisis with her fancy dagger. Oooops.

The drugged wing-dings are tucked away almost at once and he scampers over towards the downed pair, eyeing the downed were-cat carefully to make sure that she is not going to suddenly revert. He also casts a quick glance in the direction of the coyote, watching as it starts back down the fire escape again. So bizarre. But this is a night for it apparently. "Nice work there. Sorry to send you on a bit of a ride," Nightwing offers Megan with both a grin, and an extended hand to help her free of the tangle. Ivory gets a gentle nudge, again, just to make sure that there are no horror movie, last second shocking reversion on the way.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory is out cold it seems, the arm probably bleeding from a blade being stuck in it. The shoulder bleeding from a bite from Cheetah. And the back of the shirt ripped through from being dragged over the asphalt roofing, leaving quite some bloody scratches... but all in all probably nothing life threatening.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn oohs, getting dragged down despite her best efforts but she's no worse for wear, landing on top of the unconscious woman, climbing off her quickly. "Eek! Get it off get it off!" she struggles erratically until Nightwing helps her out, relaxing and drawing a deep breath, "Phew Thanks! I'm Pixie, nice to meet you!" she beams then glances at the unconscious woman, "Wow, Phew, must have been a spell on her..I'm will she be okay?" she peers over her, checking her vitals but Pix doesn't know much about first aid, "We should call an ambulance.." she searches her pocket for a phone..

Nightwing has posed:
This has the suspicious smell of magic, and that is something that Nightwing is no expert on. As he helps Pixie to her feet, he flashes a grin her way. "I'm Nightwing. Thanks for you help. I wasn't really in the mood to be kitty chow. That just always wrecks my night," he says lightly before turning his attention back to the downed woman, unwrapping the grapnel from around her ankle before turning his attention to her wounds. "None of them look life threatening. I can bandage her up easily enough. But I, uhhhh, can't do much about the whole changing into an enraged giant cat thing," he admits. "And I don't think a hospital can either. I'm not real keen on just dumping her on some unsuspecting paramedics..." he admits, hesitating for a moment. "I have friends. I'll see that she gets medical attention," he says. Titans or Justice League, Titans or Justice League. Either way, Ivory is probably not going to wake up where she expected tomorrow morning...