12708/Rainbow Warriors

Rainbow Warriors
Date of Scene:	04 February 2021
Location:	Midtown, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Ivory, Rave

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Ivory has posed:
1978 to 1985 there was a ship that flew the name of Rainbow warrior. It was sunk. It was followed by another one of this name in 1989. And another in 2011. But the Name stemmed from an urban legend of the 70s, that the Hopi and Cree would have foretold the coming of some kind of nature liberator. And it was actually inspired by a 1962 book named Warriors of the Rainbow from the evangelical christian literature section. But the Rainbow Warriors in Midtown manhatten did not pick their name from either.

It was a bi-monthly round table of LGBTQ activists, named for the rainbow flag they fly. Their meetings often seemed to go on into the early morning hours, and especially this Satur... no Sunday, they had managed to only part after having had breakfast in the caffee they used to meet in. So Ivory was out on a Sunday at almost 8 AM, wearing a jacket with one of her white-persian-cat-patches on the back, this one having a rainbow cape on. Pretty obvious.

And besides the tired social equality fighters, the early sunday also brought rise to what might be considered their worst enemies: Radical Biggots. It might have been that they were on their way to some ralley, but they were also searching for trouble. Spotting the jacket, the group of five closed in on Ivory, grinning widely as they were in what they thought as a comfortable numbers advantage.

Rave has posed:
Radical bigots were sadly never in short supply, as long as there was 'different' there would be people who hated it. Where there was hate? There would always be people who took it to extremes. Religion, sexuality, gender, race and mutation had all seen it and likely would for years to come... sad but true.

That didn't mean Rave was big on putting up with it. Her music already appealed to a 'non-standard mixed crowd' and her own tastes were...well, a few people knew and plenty could guess. She might not have been at the meeting, but the neon-haired girl still dressed in her club attire was perched on a nearby building, lifting her hand to pose for a 'selfie' when she spotted the caped kitten that brought a grin to her features...and then the gathering that made it lower to a frown making their approach.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory hadn't spotted the Bluenette, but as the thugs started to wolf whistle at them and calling names as they worked to surround the designer, they spun around facing them. There was a short attempt to warn the group not to try anything funny, and to stay away, but of course, being 5 to one up in numbers makes the coward courages.

It was like they trained for it as they lunged as the kitten-jacket wearer, two going for the arms, one blocking the way back and the other two coming right after to grab for the legs. But they hadn't thought about someone trying to resist, and only one of the arm-wranglers managed to get his mark as Ivory danced to the side, slamming up a fist to the face of their assaulter.

Rave has posed:
It wasn't likely that the thugs had been looking for a 'fair' fight. After all, they wouldn't be attacking five on one if they had and they certainly wouldn't be trying to restrain Ivory...but the imbalance wasn't quite the way they probably expected. For one, Ivory was moving, smacking their fist into the face of the man's trying to grapple them. Secondly? A sudden streak of blue light and a flutter of a fabric before suddenly one of the men found the bare knee of the club-wear form of Rave.

Touching down, the speedster -could- warn them off, threaten them with glowing laser lights that could hit like a sledgehammer or incinerate them...but Rave really hated bigots.

Instead, she simply straightens her skirt and lowers her hands, adjusts her net-shirt and then tilts her head.

"What the held do you think you're doing assholes?"

Ivory has posed:
Ivory wasn't about to warn anyone anymore either. Instead, they smacked into the face another time, aiming for the nose, impacting it with a crunching sound that resulted in the guy letting loose. One of his friends used the chance to grab for the white haired one, turning them around and slamming his hist down on their ribcage.

"Messing up two freaks!" one of the unhurt ones claimed, before he and his buddie went to try and clobber on Rave instead, the fists swinging wildly.

Rave has posed:
Freaks? Rave would have a retort for that, the girl would have some witty comeback and then she'd disarm and disable a criminal. Then she heard the impact of Ivory getting punched, that sound alone enough to have Rave turning her head, eyes glowing an angry neon blue. Punches come her way, but the girl who could move at light speed might as well see them as standing completely still. A loud and audible bang fills the air as the two uninjured are suddenly slammed by the small shockwave of her sonic boom blowing them off their feet.

Rave however, was already interposing herself between Ivory and the man who'd hit them, kicking out at his stomach. Hard.

Ivory has posed:
The men thrown off their feet by the shockwave took flight in the literal sense, getting blown not only over, but they were thrown around like ragdolls. The crunching sound of breaking bones was joined by a painful scream as Freak-yeller had his hand too close to the path of the bluenette and it got first contact with the shockwave that broke his middle finger together with all the others. Not that his impact into the side of a delivery truck was too much better, leaving a big dent in the metal and quite some bruises. His friend was lucky enough to miss a steet sign that would have broken his ribs and instead took a dive into the window of a shop. With a crunshing sonnd, the laminated safety glass broke his movement, keeping his front out of the building while his back technically crossed the bounary of the bent in glass.

Bleedy-face was gripping his crushed nose, grunting and howling as he tried to not go down from the agony. Cat-puncher joined his friend Window-bender and Car-denter as far as the flying went, but his heavier weight pulled him down much faster. Still able to stand, he sported a grin as he reached to pull out a nasty most definitly illegal knife with a subtle neon geen glow. "They'll deport your corpse to Genosha..." he spat, a mix of blood and goop dribbling frrom his mouth.

The last one got met by Ivory, a low swing of their leg swiping him off his feet. The cat designer's face is distorted into a facade that screamed utter discontent for the own wellbeing as they jumped onto the just felled guy's back and came down with both hands onto the shoulders to drop him totally flat, one of the hands blindly reaching around to seek the nose and eyes of the suddenly victimized brute.

Rave has posed:
A glow in the dark knife from a man with an outright death threat toward both her and Ivory? Rave wasn't feeling particularly bad about offering a little extra harm. Rave herself simply glowed brighter, lifting a hand and exhaling a breath. The 'glow' on that blade? It seemed to shift, warping into a floating fog that danced through the air and into Rave's fingers. The light itself seemed to be drunk into her skin itself before the humming blue neon light danced between her fingertips and lanced outwards...severing the blade from the handle of that knife and leaving the remaining base glowing hot.

"If I wanted to, you'd been dust blowing down the street. You're just lucky I'm a 'Nice' person!" the bluenette beauty speaks.

Then there's a surge forwards and a sudden slam of her fist into the man's face. Bones break, even Rave steps back shaking her hand and rubbing her knuckles, but knife-thug wasn't going to be getting up anytime soon.

Only now does she step up, reaching to try and draw Ivory back.

"Hey, we should go..."

Ivory has posed:
The handle of the blade starting to glow within moments leaves the brute screaming in agony as he tries to drop it, the shape of the Balisong gripp branded into the hand. Screaming profanities he tries to run, lumbering away from the place as his nose-broken compannion tries to do the same in a different direction, fear written in the two brute's faces.

Ivory didn't stop immediately, one finger having found the nose and pullign it up as the cat-designer bent over the thrown down man, weight on the lower torso. "Now you're not as tough, are you?! ARE YOU?" they hissed into the ear, taking some long moments before the head snapped to look to Rave eyes narrow. It took something like three, four heartbeats before the harsh face softened - the index finger still hooked into the face of the cat's victim.. "You allright?"