12285/This is what they call a walk in the park...

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This is what they call a walk in the park...
Date of Scene: 03 October 2020
Location: Central Park, Manhattan
Synopsis: Spider Man runs into Remy and Rianna for some action!
Cast of Characters: Spider-Man, Gambit, Wild Rose




Spider-Man has posed:
What's more romantic than Sunset in the Park? Well, probably a few things involving Paris, but it's a little closer. With the light dimming, the gathered families are mostly heading home for dinner, but a few kids playing some variation of Football seem to be hanging around to finish the game. They look pre-teen, but if one looks closer a couple of them show signs of being mutants. Nearby, Peter Parker, as Spider-man has taken to his nightly patrol, and by that, he's picked up some lunch and is perched atop a building overlooking the area of the park, mask up just enough so he can eat his sandwich.

Gambit has posed:
And honestly? Paris at sunset is so overdone. It's more touristy then anything and you can get sued for posting pictures of the Eifal tower all lit up. Meh. Remy thusly will take Central park, having decided to spare his lover the horror's of eating Riana's own cooking they walk through the winding park path in search of a food cart that is serving something appitising. "so dare is mah papa. 'Is face now covered in meringue an' custard dripping off. De guards got dis guy pinned down, laughin' like a complete clown. Everyone is jus' 'olding dare breat'. Ah mean yah could 'ear a fly fart in dat room. People wondering if dis gonna be de start of a war... Den papa take 'is finger, wipe 'is cheek, , taste it an say 'Ah do believe dat it's pineapple."

Wild Rose has posed:
     Riana just grins, shaking her head as she ambles along the pathway with Remy. Who needed a tourist trap when there was a little slice of heaven closer to home? Her black jeans, black sneakers, black t-shirt, and black hoodie only make her fiery red hair and fair, be-freckled face stand out in greater contrast, a walking piece of the sunset wrapped up in shades of night. "I think if it had been my cooking, that would've started World War III." Not that their dog would care much. He was probably back at home, munching away on Riana's latest cooking disaster.

     The sounds of laughter and children playing captures Riana's attention for a moment; a more cheerful sound was difficult to find. Seeing the beginnings of more obvious mutations, she keeps an ear and eye on the game, at least for a few minutes. "Oh, to be that young," she says, smiling. "Though maybe I could take you in a game like that."

     Foolish fighting words, or bravery? The world may never know....

Spider-Man has posed:
The kids keep playing, heedless of the setting sun. One of them, probably the more obvious mutant with his blue tinged skin, seems to make a touchdown. High-5's all around. Nearby though, a couple of guys looking late teens-early twenties speak in low hushed tones. One of them gives an unkind side-eye to the kid, the other occasionally taps on the phone. After a few minutes another guy joins them and the hushed conversation continues.

Meanwhile, Peter, while eating his hoagie, has pulled a Spiderman-Eye shaped lense out of his backpack and looks like he's going to tinker with it in some down time, having just a bit of light left. He occasionally holds it up to the other, more normal-glass lense of his mask.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau catches the blue skinned kid and also the teens and tries not to scowl. He does dirrect Riana a little closer towards the game. If there is going to be trouble, best if they are close enough to nip it in the bud. "Yah cooking ain' so bad it'd start a war chere." He comments dryly. "End a war as a weapon of mass indigestion maybe but not start one." He says playfully.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Riana opens her mouth as if to reply, but then just clamps it shut again. Shaking her head, she grins at Remy, sage green eyes twinkling with mirth. In hushed tones, she replies, with a waggle of her brows, "We'll 'discuss' that later, cher."

     Whereas at first she had merely been looking at the kids, and then the teens, now she tilts her head to the side, listening to them as well. Her stance has subtly shifted, a bit more tense, and alert. Faint lines appear between her brows, and she nudges Remy in the ribs. "There's a few in every crowd, isn't there?" she murmurs.

Spider-Man has posed:
The sun dips down a bit more, the last rays struggling to reach over the horizon. In the few minutes between, the kids make another point or two, though its apparent that only they know the rules to this particular football-ish game. Most of the others have headed out, except for similar groups that was giving the kids the side-eye. Now probably about 10 people in three different groups. As the kids celebrate another victory, they seem to notice that it's nearly dark and gather up for one last bit of rough high-5s and a pair attempt a chest bump, with both end up on their backsides, laughing before going to leave. And, perhaps predictably, the original group of three step in the way. It's hard to hear exactly what is said, but its clear they are meaning a bit of harm. If one listens hard enough, the word 'Mutie" is tossed about liberally.

Meanwhile, Peter finishes up his hoagie, and also whatever he was doing to the lenses and takes a moment to replace them with the ones in his mask. Tapping a them a few times and saying in a monotone voice, "Enhance....enhance." He's clearly testing out a 'zoom' feature of some sort.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau sighs a little bit and shakes his head a bit more. "Dat tends ta be de rule." He agrees, releasing her hand and taking off his sunglasses to reveal his demonic red on black eyes. "See if Ah can' scare dem off foh dey make a mistake Ah'll 'ave ta force dem ta regret."

Wild Rose has posed:
     Riana nods, her stance shifting to an oddly more relaxed one, yet one that bespeaks the barely restrained tension of a fighter at the same time. She is unarmed, with no staff or any other sort of weapon either in sight, or concealed upon her person. But then again, she didn't need any.

     Hopefully, this would continue to be the case.

     As the duo approaches the group, she simply smiles. "Well-played game there," she calls out, simultaneously praising the young players, while interspersing herself between them and their erstwhile attackers. "Wish I was half as good at it as you are."

     While she smiled at the younger ones, the older teens get a cold, hard stare that turns her smile into something rather chilling. But she spares no words for them. Hopefully, none would be needed.

Spider-Man has posed:
Kids are an easy target, but this new person seems a little less intimidated. Three of the gangers stay close, staring her down. The "Leader", tall guy, broad shoulders and a nose that looks like its been broken a few times flicks out a knife and moves it knuckle to knuckle with practice ease. "Y'might wanna clear out, for y'get hurt," The guy says, not quite yet noticing Gambit as Riana stalked over faster. The other two guys are already putting their hands in their jackets to pull out a weapon or two.

Spidey, still a bit away, seems pleased with his creation, but it does zoom in on what looks like a problem in progress. He sighs, puts the test gear back in his backpack, leaves that webbed to the wall as he dives off the roof and swings. It'll take a few moments before he can get there himself.

Gambit has posed:
"It's funny," Remy says from behind the so called leader. His eyes uncovered and burning like twin embers of fire. He taps out a cigarette from a pack and brings it to his lips, then touches the end of it. The tip flares pink then orange, and the Cajun inhales deeply before breathing out smoke in the teen's faces. "Ah was jus' about ta make de /exact/ same suggestion ta yah. What an unbelievable coincidence, non?"

Wild Rose has posed:
     "That would be ill-advised," Riana says to the teens, as they, too, rustle about in their pockets for whatever small weapons they might have to hand. At the same time, she spreads her arms out slightly to the sides, taking a few steps backwards towards the younger kids behind her. It's almost as if she's shepherding them away from the bullies--and hopefully they take the hint. "Though it's an excellent suggestion you make. I would make use of it yourselves. Now."

Spider-Man has posed:
At first it was hard to tell, but the other groups of thugs had started moving around, circling to make it at least much more difficult to herd. The kids seem receptive to the idea of getting the heck out of there, though, and stay near Riana. As things seem to be building to a head, the rest of them start to pull out various knives, knuckles, and a few have bats. The Leader snorts "Thought we's just dealin' with a filthy mutie lover, but now I see we got us a genuine freakshow. Maybe we start with you first."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau doesn't seem too impressed by the teens, or their weapons.. But as per Scott's standing orders does at least try to "deescilate" the situation... sort of. "Now yah coul' do dat Ah grant yah, but dare is somet'ing yah shoul' take inta account before yah do. It's Sunday." He waits a beat, as if giving them a chance to get it, and when they don't he sighs. "Sunday? Yah know, football? " Another pause and then a shake of his head like he was dealing with someone incredibly dense. "See on Football nights, Emergency services are always ovah loaded. Drunken 'usbands tune up dare wives. People get pissed an' get into fights in bars an' stab each ot'er wit' bottles. It's bedlam honestly. Fellow wit' say.." He points to one of the guys with a bat "Compound fracture in 'is arm..." Points to a second "Fractured knee cap..." Then to one on the other side of the leader "Or a shattered jaw, dey just not a high priority." He smiles at the leader, "Now yah? Yah lucky. See wit' yah ruptured spleen and broken ribs treating ta pop yah insides, dey gonna see yah right away... course de busted nose won't be a priority so yah spend de rest of yah life lookin' like a dog dat chase parked cars, but yah gotta take de good wit' de bad.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Riana couldn't help but smile, and actually chuckle softly at Remy's attempt to defuse the situation. Somehow, she had a feeling that this lot would not respond so well to such eloquent illustrations of the near future, should they continue on their current path. She does stop in her tracks, hearing a few other teens just behind her and her young charges, hoping they take the hint to also stay put.

     "What my compatriot neglects to point out is that those are best-case scenarios. Even better would be for you to go home. NOW."

     Lovely. There were three in between her and Remy, three others she could see at the edges of her peripheral vision, and two, potentially three more roughly behind her and the younger kids. This did not bode well. She tries to look out of the corners of her eyes to see if there is an avenue of exit towards which she can grab up all the smaller children at once and run if need be, and yet somehow keep the main focus of her vision on the trio facing her and Remy down.

     Five to two odds was one thing. Nine to two? That could be a bit messy--and these innocent kids were in the middle of it!

Spider-Man has posed:
It doesn't seem to help as much as Remy might want it to. "Oh, tough guy. Alright boys, let's make a name for ourselves then." And with that, it's on, at least for the trio in front of Remy. The knive spins once in his fingers and then he's just stabbing forward at the mutant, while the other two thugs, move too his sides to take a potshot or two. The burst of violence makes the mutant kids make a worried sound.

And in the distance, Spidey's swinging on over. Apparently his lenses zoomed WAY farther than he realized.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau traps the thrusting knife arm under his own arm and spins quickly around bringing his own arm across his attacker's face smashing his elbow into the teens nose with such a violent force the /crack/ can be heard almost at the end of the block. He half releases and half throws that one towards a trash can to play with later as he flips his hand and a six foot long bo staff seems to just materialize in his hand. So as the two with bats charge in he brings the metal staff directly across the ulna of one and then crashes it into the knee of the other... he did warn them...really.. And it's Sunday too..

Wild Rose has posed:
     With mayhem breaking loose, Riana whirls about to scoop up the mutant kids one by one, getting one to cling to her back, one hanging onto her from the front, and one in each arm. "Hold on!" she calls to them. "You guys are gonna be okay!" Ducking as low as she can with her precious payload, she makes a mad dash to the one side which the older teen seems to be ignoring--and, coincidentally, the direction from which Spider-Man seems to be swinging.

     "The hell...?! Cher, incoming!"

     There was no way to know if this new element in play, this new piece on the chess board, was a friendly or not. She swerves in the midst of her run, keeping herself and the kids just out of reach till she can see for sure.

Spider-Man has posed:
This was a pretty bad Sunday for these toughs. They seem to be, basically, all talk and no training. They do, however, still have a numbers advantage for the moment. One of them moves to actually follow and try to stop Riana, getting right in front of her with the bat, "Where do y' think you're going." He's a bit distracted by the cracking sound of his friend's nose. The rest, they start to mob forward, except for two of them. The aformentioned "Incoming" Swings over head, as if he just was swooping past the fight and not actually going to join. Then the two thugs grunt and are flung backwards and somehow manage to be stuck to two seperate lightposts.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau blinks watching as Spidey swoops by and webs two of his playmates to light poles. He narrows his brows slightly and yells "'Ey Sweet'eart? isn' dat de guy dat de ot'er guy wit' de Hitler mustache keeps saying is like a menace ta de city or somet'ing? He says shaking his head and swinging his staff in a lazy arc to trip up two more of the toughs. It's partially like he's not paying close attention... but honestly this wouldn't even rate an "Easy" rating of one of Scott's Danger Room Sessions... there aren't even any explosions...or zombies... or exploding Zombies..