13219/Friends in High Places

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Friends in High Places
Date of Scene: 06 May 2021
Location: North Hempstead, Nassau County
Synopsis: The Diplomat makes a personal appearance at their latest endeavor. It all goes wrong when Cloak, Dagger, and Deadpool shows up on the scene. Deadpool makes contact, Sabertooth assists the Diplomat, the one and only Raven Darkholme, threats were thrown, a good portion of merchandise lost, and massive arrests for the goons at the docks. Heroes and villains are at a draw.
Cast of Characters: Mystique, Sabretooth, Deadpool, Dagger, Cloak




Mystique has posed:
SOME RANDOM DOCKS; NASSAU COUNTY:

There were whispers in the streets. It wasn't a matter of fear; no. Intimidation? Not that either. Just a simple hand of one scratching the back of the other. If a person was needing 'something' done and no one else could do it, The Diplomat, the new player of New York and the Tri-Cities, knew how to get it done. One call; that was all it really took to have the goons of the Diplomat going. No one ever saw their face, no one ever really knew what they looked like.

That sort of anonomity was impressive. And downright frightening.

So when there was a call from Madripoor to deliver an arms shipment to certain customers discreetly; the diplomat was on the call. It was a request for them to oversee everything themselves to make sure that there were no hiccups in the plan. But weight like this?

There was bound to be whispers along the streets, the Irish or the Italians bragging to one of their friends in a crowded restraunt without a care..

The car of choice was a Rolls Royce; all three of them. Black that rolls up to docks just before the entrance to the shipping containers. Flood lights shine upon the area as the gates were opened up to a busy amount of people. Some were stacking crates upon crates atop of each other, trucks were parked and opened, ready for the dollies to roll up the ramps to deposit the goods in order.

As the three Rolls Royces' stop, the doors open to the middle one. And a large man, approximately 6'2 steps out, brimmed had pulled off to reveal a slick, salt and pepper mane with a sprinkling of a beard that was tastefully shaved down.

As the rest of the crew steps out of their vehicles, they get to work. Though one actually approaches the Diplomat, who then cuts his eyes at his worker bee with a frown.

"What?" The Diplomat asks.

"Boss. We need to get going. This is already too much weight to push and we're overdoing it on time. We won't make the drop."

The Diplomat stares off towards the commotion with a frown. "Fuck off."

Sabretooth has posed:
Is Sabretooth here seeking justice, hunting down these arms dealers and pursuing the chance to make them pay for their life of crime and evilding?

Fuck no.

He's here because he happens to have found out about a smuggled case of Cuban cigars and he was going to steal them, take them back to Westchester, dump them on Logan's lawn and light them on fire in a big pile just to taunt him. Was it petty? Yes. Would he be satisfied by it? Abso-fucking-lutely.

He sniffs the air, though, recognizing a few of the hired mooks by scent. Vic tended to keep track of active mercs. These guys weren't dogshit, but they weren't top line either. Middle management mooks, just shy of cannon fodder. Still, might be worth a peek. The stogies weren't going anywhere.

Deadpool has posed:
Someone new was moving, and well they aint paid their due as well any mob, gang, organization that hits these docs that don't pay... well his people. What they were doing didn't bug him, the guns would prob go out to some thugs later down the line that would just be thrown into the grinder so they ended up melted at some point seized by the winner. He sighs, as he walks down towards the docs out in the open with no stealth, or real care as he starts to approach the guards. He is wearing his outfit, red, and black head to toe, armed to the teeth with his two blades sticking out, he seems relaxed, almost happy as this was his element not some hero for hire nonsense.

If stoped he would calmly ask to talk to the boss, not resorting to violence yet as he was just delivering a message... Well demand to the person operating on the docks within. Though he would refuse to disarm, or remove anything as he didn't care if he did have to shoot his way in, or was walked in. The important part was he was going to walk up to the 'front door' and see what happened from there.

Dagger has posed:
One lead turned into another lead, followed by another lead until someone coughed up the information by threat of violence. The dark dimension within Cloak's folds are always a good motivator when one is presented with their greatest fears and sins. As a swirl of shadow appears on the top of a warehouse, the angel of light known as Dagger steps out of the portal that makes up her partner's body. She dims her glow for the moment as she stays tucked into the swirling folds of fabric.

"This is it, Cloak. These guys plan on obtaining these guns and bringing them on to the streets. /Our/ streets." Her voice is a soft raspy in her throat as she squeezes her hands tightly to form glowing fists. "You take the one they call the Diplomat, and I will take down his goons. No mercy tonight. We can't allow them to hurt more children, more lives, more souls."

As she makes her way to the edge of the roof, she stands waiting in a bright white leotard with a sword cut out through the middle to reveal her bare skin. It's an outfit that is quite risque, designed to distract. With a deep breath, she takes a step off the edge of the roof, finding the world rush around her as she falls. She knows what is to come next.

Cloak has posed:
Whispers spoken in shadowed alleys and over the fitful flicker of fire barrels by night, hurried hisses outside of bars and passed in code on street corners. That's the language Cloak knows best. Some days, it was the only language he needed to know.

The shadowman congeals out of nothingness and releases his partner from the darkness of his cloak so they can both set eyes down on their intended targets. He shifts broad shoulders to resettle the subtly striped fabric and lets out a breath that's more like a growl.

"Not like mercy is what we do best, or often. So this ain't gonna be any different of a night." At least until their morally-minded associates inevitably drop by to ruin the evening's plans with their good intentions. "If I can reach him, he'll be gone. If he doesn't, then we'll know he's hiding some surprises."

And then they're in motion. As she launches off the room, Cloak follows in her wake. Like a vulture spreading its wings, he sweeps down over her and the two disappear. They reappear about thirty feet up in the air above where the Diplomat and his goons are - and maybe ten feet off to one side because aiming is imprecise at speed - and ready to drop down. The only warning is a rush of cold, displaced air and the sudden pulse of Dagger's light.

Mystique has posed:
"But Sir!?" The goon says.

"See to it. And fuck -off-." The man looms, his presence seemingly growing over the man. It could have been a trick of the light, or the fact that Mystique is actually making herself grow..

Who's to say.

The Diplomat stops, however, hand lifting to press a thumb into his palm, rubbing slightly as he cracks out a little smile.

The first of the weight is loaded onto the truck, which soon starts with a roar. The engine cranks up as it begins to roll out of the yard, taking the other entrance which was now occupied.

Looking up, The Diplomat tips the brim of his hat downward, then returns to his place into the car. The car where Tandy and Tyrone were hovering above.

"Get going." He says.

The driver nods, and begins to roll backwards, who promptly stops as soon as he sees Deadpool at the gate. "Uh.."

The Diplomat leans an arm against the back of the chair, fingers slowly tapping in a cadence against the leather. There was a thought to stop and talk to the bold mutant, just to see if there was anything..

--NOT--

"Run that mutherfucker over and keep going." Guards included. The driver knows how the Diplomat thinks; for if those guards were worth their salt, they would have shot Deadpool already and died doing it. The car screeches back towards the entrance of the gate, where the two guards and Deadpool were standing, while the others look on briefly and get back to work.

Sabretooth has posed:
Victor Creed smells Deadpool on the air and snorts. Just what he needed, Samurai Shithead making an appearance. Still, he might make an entertaining mess at least. Victor takes a moment to climb a pile of crates, getting a bit of height to look down on things. Then he catches a different scent on the air and smiles.

Ah, well. That explains a few things.

Cloak and Dagger's scents are strange, Cloak's especially, making the mutant turn his head. "I smell do-gooders," he grins, flashing fangs.

Deadpool has posed:
As Deadpool is trying to explain now with guns pointed at them as they were prob going shoot him soon as they knew their boss would be pissed if they didn't Deadpool actually saw that the vehicle was coming first the others facing towards him out and away from it. The argument was getting to he point of conflict when Deadpool just sighs. They may of seen him start to move, o the lighs behind them coming up fast at the vehicle came closer, but other then shooting the goons jump out of the way while Deadpool just stands there waiting.

Right before the Ryoce is going to hit him though he jumps in a flip to spread the impact, as he is nicked by the front then bounces off the window.

It hurt, and he was sure something was broke, but before he flips off the top of the back of the car he pulls out a sword stabbing down into the roof, and maybe making whoever is in the back move to the side as a large sword comes down. He makes a place to hold on, as the car is still speeding, he hadn't stopped it, but now he was going to be a little guest on their ride. As he crouches on the top of the vehicle, "You know this is what happends when you don't pay the right people." he yells into the hole looking back at what happened to make them rabbit. In a way this was also taking him away from whoever it was trying to stop they person inside.

Dagger has posed:
As the duo of Dark and Light appear above The Diplomat's car, Dagger drops out of the dark folds of Cloak's cape and lands on the roof with a heavy thud and a three point crouch. She creates a pair of dents in the metal from her feet as she rises upwards, her hands blazing brightly. She arcs one arm upwards quickly, using Deadpool's distraction to send a wave of bright light forward that is designed to stun and blind.

"You dare seek to bring your toys of war to our streets!? You will not go unpunished! You are undeserving of your light! We are Cloak and Dagger and tonight, we are your judge, jury, and executioner!"

Always with the flair of dramatics, she whips her free hand forward and sends out a trio of light blades that bury themselves into the chests of several members with rifles in their hands. They will feel the sting and the heat of her living light, shocking them to the soul as if they were tased a dozen times over. There is a fire in her eyes as she steps off the car, waiting for Cloak to drop down upon it, where his prey waits.

Cloak has posed:
Dagger may be the speech giver of the pair, and that's fine. Cloak was never a fan of words for his own share of reasons. His fists work just fine.

As Deadpool's blade opens a hole in the roof like an old tin can, Cloak lands on the trunk. It doesn't have the impact one would expect of a man that size, and even the drag of the vehicle seems to pass more through him than against him. He's like a half-corporeal ghost, all bristling fabric and shadow and a snarl set on his face.

"Get the roof out of my way." He snarls up to Deadpool with a predatory facsimile of a smile. "I'll handle what's inside. I'd say it'd save you from getting stained, but you're dressed for the occasion."

Could he teleport inside? Probably. But it'd be rather cramped to work, and there's something primal and satisfying about unwrapping your meal.

Mystique has posed:
Alright. The car was on the move. One person jumps down and bounces off the moving car, along with two more as passengers. Great. There was no need for the Diplomat to move out of the way, however, even if the blade knicked anywhere on his flesh, he'd simply heal right away.

Because Mystique is tricky like that.

"Well look at that." The Diplomat says to the driver who panicks, immediately whipping the car around with a quick manuver to throw it into drive. He was going to punch it, pedal to the ground, down the block, swerving this way and that until he's far away from the docks all together.

Passengers or not.

The thing about hiring these certain goons to do your dirty work, was that they were cut from another cloth. While they weren't expecting a magical superhero to attack them this night, they were armed and at the ready. So as soon as she emits that bright light, they were stunned. Some were flailing, others were howling out in pain, more were on the move to reach for their automatic weapons to spray the area, gods be damned who was there.

Two more trucks drive off, all swerving, both near slamming into each other as they try to make for the exit of the first.

That truck was long gone, lost in the sea of the city.

But they race for it, and they'll plow through fencing and comrades just to get out.

Sabretooth has posed:
Victor Creed watches one of the trucks get away. Made sense, the ol' general was too good to get totally foiled, she'd get things accomplished even if somebody came to play spoiler. Vic takes in these young hero wannabes, shadow and light, wincing a bit and turning his head at Dagger's flashy display.

But Deadpool and Cloak are both up on the Diplmat's car and, while he didn't need to interfere, they could take care of themselves, frankly, it wouldn't hurt to have them owe him a little bit,

So he leaps from his perch with every intent of spearing Wade off of the roof and knocking him back towards Cloak, seeing what happens when the loudmouth lands in the pitch black, a sort of flying shoulderblock with a bark of a laugh, "Catch!!!"

Deadpool has posed:
As he is holding on to the sword he reaches into a pocket pulling out a card with a number on it. As the car turns this way and that and does shake him making him fall to grab the hole with his hand and hold on the metal peeling a bit more. He yells over the wind.. "Hey... You inside..." looking at through the hold he shoves a card inside of it.. On it is a number and nothing else.. "If you live.." and with that he mearly grins, and lets go.

He had no intention of stopping the person, it wasn't his job to do that only deliver a mesage that was now delivered. So as the large man jumps at him it is not a direct blow into him but the force knocks off a few things from his belt as he whirls out of control sideways. It isn't even seconds as the flashbangs, gernades, start a chain behind the car of bright light and fire. With no aim it is just random the way the go, above, behind, around the car though as there is no control behind it only an acidintal discharge of some explosives.

Dagger has posed:
As she leaps off the car and hits the ground, Dagger rolls forward in a graceful sommersault before she pops back up to her feet. She whips her hand around once more, sending out another cluster of light daggers to bury themselves into a few more gunmen. As the bullets ricochet along the ground wildly, she dances amongst them as she moves in quick jerks left to right, using her light to blind and stun to try and create an impossible target.

She spies Victor launch himself out of no where to throw Deadpool towards Cloak, not recognizing the wild man. She isn't sure at the moment if he is friend or foe, but for now, she will focus on the ground troops. She spins another blade around in her palm, launching it towards one of the back tires of the truck escaping, sending it zipping through the dark, hoping to pop one of them.

Cloak has posed:
For once! No one to steal his prey or famous capes chiding him for his actions. This guy just open the way and leave. It looks like Cloak's day is looking---

Like grenades. It's questionable what kind of damage one would do to a man who doesn't seem whole, but this is not the day he chooses to find out. Flashes and explosions erupt near the backside of the Rolls and Cloak is dropping off and disappearing into his pocket dimension and reappearing near to Tandy while she's trying to take out tires. It's probably best Deadpool was off aim and left to likely bounce off the pavement, though Cloak does pass a look towards where he was headed to see if the man is still in one piece. He stretches out an arm towards Dagger and opens the expanse of his cloak. "When you're ready for the next round."

Mystique has posed:
The Diplomat looks out the window just in time to see something massive heading towards their car. With a loud crunch, he winces, arms lifting to shield himself from whatever debris would come his way, dropping to open eyes and look back to see just in time the card which flutters inside the car. It was plucked from the air with thick fingers, looked at front to back, then shoved into his inside jacket pocket.

Would he actually call?

Maaaybe.

Dagger had her work cut out for her. Bodies were dropping and men were aimlessly shooting. Even when some gain a moment of clairity and the ability to see, guns were aimed and shots were fired off. Whether they hit was anyones guesses.

But what -did- hit was the dagger to the tire of the truck that was left behind. The sound was akin to a grenade going off; the truck swerved and hitched, toppling over onto it's side and skidding. Which was a good thing for the Diplomat, the other one was on it's way out.

Now that the Rolls was secure, the door to the vehicle was opened while moving with a few shoves of the large mans shoulder. The hood of the car was ruined, there was no saving that piece of sweet machinery.

Thankfully it was a rental and not in her name.

Waiting until the right moment for him to be concealed; the Diplomat launches himself out of the car and in between a few parked ones, waiting until the damaged vehicle was clear enough for her to stand upright, and watch as the tail-lights go.

The Woman now, steps onto the curb and then the sidewalk, arms pressed behind her back as she begins a merry stroll, quite possibly taking that slow of a walk to wait for Victor to catch up.

Sabretooth has posed:
Victor Creed watches those daggers of light fly past him, just missing him by an inch. He looks back at the girl, points to his eyes and then points back at her. "Lucky you missed me, kiddo. I don't take kindly to that sort of roughhousin'," he says, his grin showing his savage fangs before he turns and heads off after Mystique at a slow trot, pausing to flip the bird to Wade, "Better luck next time, Toxic Avenger."

Deadpool has posed:
WIth a botched landing Deadpool lays there a minute unfolding with a grin, as the message had been delivered though it was a complete mess. It was so hard to get these things in order when it was out in the open like this. He sighs a little bit. "Prob can't even hear me now... Logan could though, but wasn't the other on inferrer?" and chuckles a bit to himself though not sure if the joke would make sense to anyone else who could hear it. He will lay there until he gets board of it part of that just healing from being tossed off a moving car with a shoulder-check added in. The pavement was not kind to him, so he would just lay still for a while thinking about things.

He would watch the other two go back to fighting goons though just relaxing and watching the show not really wanting to help as his job has been done. They could take care of this many surely... If not that might make the show a bit more interesting.

Dagger has posed:
Watching the truck hit it's side and slide to a stop, Dagger tracks it with her eyes as she steps into Cloak's folds, hearing the bullets whistle past and disappear into the darkness. A blade of light can be seen glowing from within the shadows to light her way.

"Did you get him? I don't hear him rummaging around in here. I see a woman walking over there with that loud mouth coming up on her."

She looks over towards Victor, eyes narrowing some, then whips her blade around and forward, sending it whistling through the air and curving towards him. She'll take the bait and he seems like an asshole.

"Ready for the next round."

Cloak has posed:
"No, I didn't get close enough." Cloak replies to Dagger before he wraps her in his cloak and disappears. Moments later, they reappear closer to the car and putting Dagger in better firing range of Victor.

While she picks a fight with the primal-looking mutant at the heels of the Woman, Cloak is tracking where the Diplomat has dove for. In a rush of cold air he's gone again and appearing at the end of the parked cars. With purposeful strides, he begins to approach the hiding man with a snarl pulled back on his face. "You can't hide from me." Is the only warning he gives before he's lunging for the man with full intent to sweep him up in that bottomless void hidden under the swept-open cloak.

Mystique has posed:
Raven keeps up that easy stroll, heels clicking upon the pavement as she turns a sidelong glance towards Victor. "Victor. Let's not make Mystique your collateral damage. We do have shit to do tomorrow." Though, that was clearly a joke, one that has her chuckling quietly and stopping. She thought she heard something.

With a glance down the dark alley, she nearly walks that way.. but whatever phantoms were there, they were gone.

She shakes her head, keeping up that pace, not bothering to look over her shoulder at the commotion they left behind. "What are you doing in this area?" It takes nerves of steel to ignore the fact that one of the trucks were disabled.

Most of the men in the shipyard were downed, but with two of the trucks gone from the area, that could be considered a success. Order in abundance, they say. Prepare for the worst.. but there was going to be a problem with all of those bodies that were left behind at the shipyard. "Let me see your phone."

As Tyrone goes searching, especially near the area where the Diplomat could have been seen dropping out of his car, he'd find nothing but empty space. The bastard was already gone.

Sabretooth has posed:
Victor Creed takes the blade from Tandy because he doesn't see any reason to dodge it. He lets it hit him and he laughs for a moment, then feels the aftershock of that holy light burning inside him, "What the...?!?" he mutters and then bends double, letting out an animalistic snarl as raw pain shoots through him. Dagger's attacked some dark souls in her life, but Victor Creed is a different sort of beast, a killer who's drowned the world in blood for over a hundred years. He has a lot of corruption to burn off.

And a high tolerance for pain.

"I actually felt that, little girl. Bad luck for you. Not so long ago, OI'd strew yer guts across the water just for lookin' at me funny

Dagger has posed:
"You'll feel a lot more if you fuck around with one of our missions ever again. You're lucky my partner doesn't drain you of your light and feast upon your soul. He's starving, but we already have a meal." Dagger fires back at Victor as a pair of long light blades appears in her hands, curving as if they were katanas. She glows brighty like an angel of fury.

"Cloak! Let's get these guys and the merch and get out of here. Once we get what we need, we'll drop them off at the authorities."

As she hears one of the men moaning from the ground, she sends a hard kick into his chin, knocking him unconsious with a thud.

Cloak has posed:
Cloak pounces on air. Cheated again.
Frustration boiling over, he disappears once more and returns to Tandy at her call. "We didn't get all we came for, but there'll be a few less pieces of trash tonight." He doesn't sound satisfied by that at all, but that's also nothing new. "But we'll need to remember them for another time. Come on, let's clean this up."

And making sure that Dagger is close, he'll begin the process of grabbing up downed men. It'll be a short trip for them in the Dark Dimension, but even a few minutes in there is an eternity. "We can leave that one." A wave of his hand is sent towards Deadpool there on the ground.