13415/Burger Robbery!

Burger Robbery!
Date of Scene:	01 June 2021
Location:	Big Belly Burger, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Bank robbers try to flee through a Big Belly Burger... but have not thought about the chance to encounter a Werewolf and others.
Cast of Characters:	Ivory, Rage, Rupert Giles

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Ivory has posed:
The day's later and people flock the lines of the Big Belly Burger manufactory par excellence. Fatty 100% beef paddies were stuffed into nutrient-lacking buns that on their own taste like cardboard, only to be given the proper taste by their secret sauce. Because you don't come for the bun. You come for the sauce and fries. Fries with special salt, availeable in normal, spicy and superspicy. Add to that the addicting properties of caffeinated cold beverages (now without cocaine since 1929!) and you had a recipe of success. Or disaster for people's figures. Anyway, they are a perfect stop for the hungry worldwide, and the taste is the same wherever you go! That is everywhere but India, where you get chicken instead of beef. This particular branch is right next to the Gotham Savings and Loan, an old bank. Which makes it even more attractive for bankers in their short lunch breaks.

Standing in line for their fix of grease laden burger and fries with a side of soda is Ivory, cat ears flicking on top of the head to idly listen in on people talking...

Rage has posed:
Having already arrived earlier, Andrea had a 'pick up' order because she used her app to cut the lines. Already paid for, and already waiting. Having snagged the bag of food, she and her bodyguard, James, makes their way to a table and sit down for an early dinner break. After the bag is opened, she reaches in and takes out the burger and fries, then places it next to her milkshake. She gives a smile to James, who is a fairly well built man in his 50's with a short cut trim and a button down black shirt and jeans. He has military tattoos on his arms.

"Thanks for stopping for me, James. I know how you like your junkfood and the hotel is going to have probably expensive low calorie stuff."

James gives a nod of his head as he unwraps his double, then takes a large bite out of it. He tends to be quiet, agreeable to his employer.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles didn't come for the buns, or the secret sauce or fries. He came for the burgers. He doesn't often take the time to close his shop and go get food, but apparently, today he had decided to do so. One burger, a side of fries, and an *gasp* iced tea, because they don't serve hot tea here, thanks, and he's stepping away from the counter and toward a table. He spares a glance for those in the line as he passes by them, noticing in particular the flicking cat ears. "Interesting," is heard in a very soft tone, the accent distinctly British. Upper class, even.

He is dressed today in tweed, in a shade stuck somewhere between grey and tan and is somehow both and neither at the same time. His shirt beneath is offwhite. His shoes are leather, and a brown that is darker than the tweed. Giles makes his way to an empty booth and slides into it. The back of the burger joint happens to be in front of him, the counter behind him, and the bank somewhere off to the left. To the left happens to be one of those miniature, hole in the wall museums. The sign outside had said something about Egypt. Giles had paid it little mind.

Once settled, he tries a sip of the tea, and grimaces faintly. Ugh, is the expression. The burger is then taken from the bag and unwrapped. He takes a bite of it. Where the tea had gotten a grimace, apparently the burger passes muster, for he closes his eyes in something akin to bliss.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory's ears swivel some, a chuckle running over their face as someone complains about low calorie stuff at the hotel, before they focus on Rupert's comment. "Oh, they're real," they respond, brushing the ponytail back over the shoulder a moment before returning to the line, stepping forward to order.

"A triple stacked with extra cheese and no onions please. A side of normal fries and sour cream and the good old coke if you have," they ordered, the ears flicking to the wall left of the cashier and a questioning look wafts over their face. Drilling sounds? Possibly just renovations.

Paying up their tab, they wait for the package to be packaged for the moment....

Rage has posed:
"So, when we get back to the hotel, you got big plans, or just going to drink beer and watch TV?"

Andrea is always trying to engage with James, even if he is the strong and silent type. Most of the time it's her talking to herself as he gives light grunts, nods and commentary.

James gives a shrug of his shoulders upwards, then glances up at her to dab at his mouth with a napkin. "Yes. Probably."

"Oh, that's exciting, whatcha gonna watch?"

"Fishing."

"You are going to watch /fishing/? Really, James? Come on. You can admit you're going to order adult channels." Andrea says with a lift of her brows.

"Nope. Fishing."

"Well, I'm going to be Facetiming Jay all night as we watch Netflix together."

"Sounds romantic."

"Super is." As she glances towards the lines, she spies Ivory, brows lifting upwards, then lifts a hand up to wave towards her, holding on her milkshake.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles had paused briefly to look to Ivory. "I know," he had said. And continued on, apparently unpurturbed by the ears, and the fact that they are the real deal. Giles is, presently, sitting far enough away that he doesn't hear the drilling sounds. But, he also doesn't have better than normal human hearing. Perhaps not even as good as it once was. The grey in his hair says he's starting to get up there in age.

He eats another bite of the burger, and then slips his hand into one of his jacket pockets. Out comes a small book. In relative terms. It's only about five inches long. But it's over an inch thick. He lays it on the table and opens it to start reading while he's eating. Perhaps he wants to tune out the conversation about fishing.

After a few bites, Giles has apparently forgotten how bad the tea is, and reaches for the cup to take a drink. There's another grimace and a shake of his head. "Oh that's bad," he mutters quietly to himself. He eats another bite to wash the taste of the tea away.

Ivory has posed:
Outside the faint sound of Gotham has its steady backgroudn altered as sirens mix in. Nothing new in Gotham. There's always some crime somewhere. After a couple moments the sound of drills stop. The world moves on, people order, orders get processed and bagged and nothing happens. Just as Ivory picks up the paper bag, the world seems to slow down...

The first sign that something is off is a flinch on Ivory's face as if some annoying sound is there. Indeed there is some hypersonic sound, like from a dog whistle. It sets off a sensor on the other side of the wall, starting a chain reaction. A chip amps up the signal into an electric spark. The spark runs into a few silver tubes sticking in the wall. Then there is the little cracking sound as these tubes detonate like firecrackers, followed by the much more substantial detonation of the actual charge that had been foamed into the wall.

Dust and brick explode outwards from the wall, tossing the screens from the menu through the burger joint just as much as they fling the food from the table. A sharp iece of brick scratches along Ivory's face, leaving a bloody streak as they spiral down to try to evade more of the debris. Another customer is hit by a flying piece of coffee machine and his arm is pinned to a room divider by the portafilter's handle. Bricks knock over people. But the worst hit is the akne struck teen that had just operated the soft drink machine. He learned flying on those moments, getting flung right out of the joint and out to the road as the explosion hit him right in the face.

"Ace, you overdid that on purpose! I said a clean breakthrough." some voice with a scrambler yells from the now missing wall to someone else.

Rage has posed:
It seems that Ivory isn't the only person who can sense the oncoming chaos. Andrea's head jerks upwards as her own ears 'perk' a bit. She has hyper senses as well and her attention turns towards the wall. "Hey James, something is about to hap--"

As the wall explodes outwards, she pushes herself backwards, tumbling down to the floor and covering her head. James gets hit with a chunk of concrete square in the chest as he stood up and turned around to try and put himself in front of the popstar. There is a loud crack of bone and a sputter of blood out his lips as he hits the ground in a thud.

As her ears ring, she scrambles on all fours, crawling herself over towards James to give him a few firm nudges. "James. Hey.. wake up. Come on." She says, glancing upwards to the wall and the voices coming out of it. Her eyes narrow and a low growl starts to bubble up in her throat.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles is not quite as used to the sound of sirens. Sunnydale is a fairly quiet place. If you don't count the vampires and demons. But there aren't a lot of crimes that need sirens! As such, he closes the book and looks toward the doors ahead of him. As he watches outside, the book gets repocketed. It seems an unconscious move rather than anything done on purpose. With his back to the counter, Giles doesn't have a clue that anything interesting or untoward is going on. And his eyes and part of his attention are out front, where there are cop cars speeding in and screetching to stops. The rest is on the burger.

Until there's an explosion beside him. Giles flinches as he's tossed out of the booth, and the burger goes flying, less than half eaten, to land open on the floor. But Giles isn't thinking about the burger anymore. No, he's rolling to his knees and turning to face the wall, his right hand bracing himself against the floor. Ears ringing from the loud sound within a contained space, he can't really hear more than a muffled voice yelling something.

Rupert's eyes take in James on the floor with blood at his lips, and the acne struck tean that had gone flying and is lying somewhere past him. He shakes his head, trying to clear the ringing in his ears that way. Not that it does him any good. Now he's watching that rather large hole in the wall.

Ivory has posed:
The room is a mix of chaos, yelling and deafened hammering in the ears of Ivory and anyone else, the eyes dilated as red and white dust starts to settle over the scene while a pair of people with masks slip into the newly made doorway. Automatic weapons in hand, they slowly stride through the chaos they made. Some russian or eastern block models that try and keep the people in check. The masks are hard, like molded on the faces, and then painted with a set of cards. Ace of Spades. Queen of Hearts. King of Clubs. Jack of Diamonds.

Ivory tries to work their way back to the feet as they directly face a gun right in the face. "Stay down." is the order yelled at them as another person works the way through the hole, carrying a heavy bag. A Joker mask?! Not the Gotham's very own Joker though. Risque.

Rage has posed:
As the dust and smoke begins to clear, a large table is seen flying out from the room, striking the gunman to the head that holds the pistol to Ivory. It's launched at a fast velocity and designed to create some serious damage. Rising upwards from the smoke is an eight foot tall warform of 'Rage'. Black fur. Curved black claws. Yellow eyes, and a large muzzle full of sharp teeth. The better to eat you with.

The clothing of the popstarlet is shredded and hanging loosely off her body as she blurs forward, kicking off on bi-pedal legs as one of her paws snags a chair along the way, swinging outwards like a club as she whips it around with a deep, ear-splitting roar of fury and anger.

The wolf has lost her mind and is on the hunt.

Rupert Giles has posed:
The ringing continues unabated in Giles' ears. He shakes his head again and starts to climb unsteadily to his feet, only to drop immediately back to his knees. He shakes his head yet again and lifts his left hand to adjust his glasses. Ears ringing, and dizzy. What a joyful combination. Giles stays on his knees, his right hand braced now against a corner of booth wall that he'd wound up beside after he'd been flung.

His eyes take in what's there to be seen. Hard masks, not flexible. Painted on cards. He's trying to puzzle out the signifigance of the suits combined with those specific court cards. What did that combination mean, precisely? Queen of Hearts. Wasn't there something from Alice in Wonderland with the Queen of Hearts? Giles shakes his head, trying yet again to clear it, and the ringing, from his mind. Giles tries once again to climb to his feet, making it fully upright this time. He keeps his hand, for the moment, on that corner of booth wall.

Then there's a werewolf. That? That does bring a moment of pause to Rupert. He looks at the werewolf, flinging tables and chairs around with abandon. His blue eyes are wary. And then it roars. He claps his hands to his ears, because he heard that even through the ringing! Though he sees weird things on very nearly a daily basis, werewolves tend to be the kind that eats you, not the kind that leaves innocent bystanders alone and attacks the bad guys. But, with the werewolf going on the hunt, Giles turns his attention back to the bad guys.

And then does something possibly entirely stupid. Decent with hand to hand or not, these guys have automatic weapons. As the saying goes, fists or knives are no match for guns. Regular guns. Even so, Giles launches himself toward the closest one, his right fist swinging in to take the guy straight in his Ace of Spades mask.

Ivory has posed:
A table to the chest is not what Jack expected. And as these are tables with heavy metal legs - classic style - it not only impacts him with the satisfying sound of shattering ribs, it also throws him back into a thrown over cashier rig. Just his AKM stays with him, spewing hot metal into the ceiling as he is flying backwards.

His compatriot Queen of Hearts turns and to take rough aim at the beast that is starting to come at them, sending more metal their way from the Sa vz. 61. Much more controllable than the heavy gun of her compannion, she tries to stay on target with te .38 bullets, but then the short 15 round magazine runs out just before Rage arrives...

Ace is likewise mostly concearned with the werewolf, his PP-19 Vityaz sending good old Parabellum into the direction of her until the fist of Ruper connects with his cheek, making him stumbled to the side for a moment. With a grunt, he tries to strike back with the butt of his SMG, but that is a lightened gun, making it loose some of the heft that a full sized assault or battle rifle would have.

This leaves the Wildcard/Joker and King. The latter of which suddenly needs to face a rather angry Ivory, claws ripping through his shirt while a leg rams up between his legs, making him sing a howling soprano. His hand cramps, sending a blast from his Type 79 towards the buddy but missing him barely, before it drops, fingers from the rather angry cat-person tearing at his skin. There's little to no reason left in Ivory. Just pure instinct and dirty fighting making them maul what they get between the fingers.

Rage has posed:
As the bullets strike the large werewolf that charges forward, Rage's body gives a number of jolts, but it doesn't stop her forward movement. She eats the metal like pez candy, her blood spraying along the walls. She swings out with her chair, swiftly coming down upon the head of the Queen in a sweeping manner as wood and metal splinter away and the gun is crushed beneath a large paw.

~DIE!~

No one can understand her wolf tongue, but the intention is there. Run, little sheep. Run for your life. Her entire posture is aggressive, intimidating, and blood soaked as she lunges next for whoever is standing next. She is like a wild animal, zero focused on those with the weapons, the rest of the world a hazy, blurry image across her eyes.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles flinches at the sound of the gunfire going into the ceiling, but that doesn't stop what he's doing at all. He takes a step to the side as the butt of the SMG comes in at him, and grunts as it hits him in the shoulder. His fist comes flying in again, this time not for Ace of Spade's face, but for the side of his head. A harder punch this time. And Rupert is quite surprisingly skilled in hand to hand. He knows how to throw a punch and make it count. But those masks are a problem. And his hand is going to be quite sore after this.

The werewolf's blood not only sprays the walls, but people in here too. Giles gets a hefty dose of it. Here's hoping it's not contageous! He spares but a glance for the werewolf as that single word comes to his ears. "Oi! Try not to kill them. Let them live to pay for their crimes." Ooh. The ringing has eased from his ears. This is good, right?

With the bad guys with guns, and the werewolf set on a killing spree, he doesn't even notice the cat using its claws to help shred one of the bad people.

Ivory has posed:
As the chair impacts Queen of Hearts, it turns into a bloody mess of a puddle, the body slowly tipping over with its replacement head. The guy with the Wildcard or Joker face starts to pull the trigger of his Saiga 12, one charge of 00 buckshot blasting at Rage after another.

The noise of a typewriter the size of a room hammers through the room, intermixed by the sound of King of Clubs screaming for mercy as Ivory seems intent to peel the guy's skin from his arms, his gun lost somewhere on the ground, one hand trying to protect his crown jewels, the other his face from the clawing fingers of the cat-person.

Ace of Spades attempts his best to keep Rupert off his face, but it's a loosing struggle, the hard mask not cushioning the impacts at all.

Rage has posed:
As she is rocked by the next blasts, meat tearing away from her shoulder and side, Rage whips her gaze over towards the Joker, her breath puffing out in hot steam from around her nostrils and mouth. Some of the wounds are slowly healing in front of them as bullets clink upon the ground as they are pushed out by her healing factor. Rupert's shout is lost within the drown of screaming anger that howls in the back of her head. She's checked out. She's no longer home.

She lunges forward, dodging left to right to avoid the next pair of blasts, then slashes her claws upwards to rip the weapon away, followed by another cut of her claws along his hips to topple him. He'll live, as long as EMS gets there soon. Once the last of the gunshots ring out, she can feel her heart rate begin to slowly drop as her vision starts to clear. She looks at the blood, then down to herself as her ears splay backwards in distress.

Yelping loudly, she bolts towards the fallen body of James, hefting him up carefully in her arms, then rushes through the debris and out into the night through the backdoor and into the alley. She can't shift back. She can't get caught on camera. Most likely no one would even know it was her amidst the chaos.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles winces at the sound of all the gunfire. Again. It's loud. And his ears are a bit on the tender side after the explosion. He doesn't let up on Ace of Spades, oh no. The Watcher is going to pound the man until he is down and stays down. It might be the only way to protect him from the werewolf. And, well, people that explode holes in buildings don't really deserve any better, especially when they have no compunctions against killing innocent people in the process!

And then the werewolf yelps loudly, and he hurriedly looks that way. Only to see her bolting off with a body. Well. He looks back to Ace, his hands still up and fisted, ready to pummel the guy more if he isn't down by now.

Ivory has posed:
Ace tumbles before he falls to the knees, somewhat out of the fight. Two of the others are out with hefty wounds. One is dead for sure. And King is screaming for mercy and to stop under the weight of Ivory pinning them down with two arms.

Outside, police and EMS start to arrive, the werewolf slipping away just in time. Firefighters and Medics start to line up, waiting for the police to file in and secure the scene... and just a couple minutes later the two mildly injured are handcuffed on the ground and hauled away, the other two cuffed to stretchers and a coroner called... Just another typical Gotham day?

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles stops once Ace is down. And he stands there, watching him. He glances around the room, at the blood splashed everywhere. At the downed or dead bombers. Bank robbers? Both? He waits for the police. And gives his version after assuring them that the blood wasn't his. And afterward, he leaves. Another innocent bystander caught up in the actions of bad guys.