14096/Hoplite and Genesis versus...

Hoplite and Genesis versus...
Date of Scene:	30 January 2022
Location:	Flatbush, Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Demon summoning averted!
Cast of Characters:	Hoplite, Genesis

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Hoplite has posed:
Becky is out in costume as Hoplite, she has not figured out a good way to pack her special gear while in her street clothes. How exactly DO you pack metallic boots and a metal bracer without something the size of a suitcase? He is out looking for trouble, because she needs Hoplite to be known to patrol the area to explain what happened at the Hydra base. She is not exactly experienced yet, but she figures she can find something suitable if she patrols a bit. She just is not sure what.

Genesis has posed:
Evan Sabanur, called Genesis, is a young man of about eighteen dressed in a suit. He is clean and well kept. While shorter and thinner than most boys his age, he would be ordinary if a little stern looking if it where not for his blue-grey skin and hazy red eyes. What begins as ordinary then, is now uncanny, and upsetting.

Genesis is standing on top of a largish rocky boulder in field located in the park. In the middle distance is a group of oddly dressed people sitting in a circle holding hands and chanting. One of them is dressed so oddly that he sticks out as the leader type, presumably of some kind of cult or religious group. There is a growing sense of something that is about to happen, but has not happened yet.

When Hoplite happens upon Evan on his rocky perch, he acknowledges her but keeps looking toward the group.

"They haven't done anything wrong yet, I think they need another minute or two."

Hoplite has posed:
Hoplite pauses her run, seeing the man dressed in the suit looking at a group below. She hears his comment and thinks about it. She realizes the man is pretty smart, you can get in trouble if you try to stop things before they do someting illegal, but if you try after there are laws about citizens arrests. She moves silently (thanks to her boots) to take a position to provide assistance if something does happen.

Genesis has posed:
"Who are you?" he asked calmly, turning his horrific eyes to look her over. His eyes where a hazy pinkish red with just enough definition to allow a basic understanding of where he might be looking. His demeanor was either blank or stern most of the time. He did not seem to enjoy anything or express himself enjoying anything.

"Are you a batman type? Skills, weapons and armor? How will you face down whatever it is they are summoning?"

Hoplite has posed:
She says, "They call me Hoplite, I can hope that my weapons and skills will suffice."

She is a bit worried, her gear is technological she is pretty sure, she does not know how well it will work on something magical. She tries to appear blase about the stranger's gaze, though she wonder if that is funky contacts or something odder yet.

Genesis has posed:
Evan declines to comment further on her chances. "I'm not sure that summoning an outsider is illegal." and then he mentioned blandly, "But with the energy it has to expand to cross over, it will arrive depleted and will likely consume one or more of the acolytes in its first moments."

He paused a moment and mentioned, "Then we'll have probable cause to stop them without eating a possible Hate Crime accusation for attacking members of a fringe religion."

Hoplite has posed:
"I admit, I would prefer not to be arrested," replies Hoplite. She would also prefer not to have to try to explain things to her family, and not to be a fugitive from Justice. She adds, "Hopefully whatever they are summoning can be stopped before it gets too strong or consumes too many."

Genesis has posed:
Evan stared at her for a long pregant moment. "Perhaps we could disrupt the summoning somehow, can you think of anything?" he wondered. "I was testing you." he admitted. "We are heroes. We do not have the luxury of safety and security. We help and if it costs our livelihood, so beit. Our lives are forfeit in the face of innocent victims."

Hoplite has posed:
Becky admits, "I know nothing about magic really, but it seems to me that if you either interrupt the chant or change the physical area and it will do something. I am just not sure it will not make things worse." Controlled magic sounds bad enough, but uncontrolled could be worse."

Genesis has posed:
"We could beat up the fancy one now, or, we could position ourselves so that the second it crosses over we attack." he added, "Do you have a preference?"

Hoplite has posed:
Hoplite sighs, "While something like hitting the cult leader there with a javelin in the leg or arm sounds tempting, as you pointed out they have not yet done anything illegal. Heroes are constrained by the law, that is differentiates them from vigilantes. We should position ourselves to deal with the visitor when it arrives and convince it to keep the visit short."

Genesis has posed:
Genesis nodded in agreement and then dropped down off his rock and began to walk toward the group slowly. "YOu throw Javelins? Is that something to with your name?"

Hoplite has posed:
"Indeed it is," replies Becky. "A Hoplite is a citizen soldier, typically armed with a shield and a spear." She does not have a shield or spear visible at the moment, but does have a metal bracer on her left arm which appears to be some kind of technological device and four short batons on her belt. She also has some pouches on her belt, "Do you think tossing a magnesium flash bomb in the middle of the gathering would constitute an illegal interruption?"

Genesis has posed:
Evan raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Do that, that sounds compelling." he paused walking and oriented himself to watch what she had in mind to do.

Hoplite has posed:
Hoplite pulls out what looks much like an old fashion camera flashbulb and tosses it into the circle of chanters. It creates a brilliant flash of light with a barely audible snap when it hits the ground. Becky knows enough to not look at it when it goes off, it will leave spots in front of the eyes of those who do for several seconds.

Genesis has posed:
The bulb lands in the middle of the circle, predictably the group stopped chanting and glanced around just as the bulb flared dramatically in their midst. The general reaction of the group was to throw themselves back away from the blast, covering their eyes and mewling plaintively. "No no no!" said the leader, "We're almost done! Our salvation is near, dont stop the call!" Evan moved into position in front of the leader while the cult members scattered.

"No, I have arrived." he explained to the leader. The leader rubbed his eyes and looked blearily at Evan, there was a moment of awkward silence.

"Your shorter than I thought you'd be, oh Lord." said the leader.

"I get that alot." Evan replied.

"I have brought you here my lord, will you grant me your power?" asked the Leader.

"I suppose. Prostrate yourself before me, you are a worm." Evan replied blandly, wasting time for Hoplite.

Hoplite has posed:
Hoplite tosses a smoke bomb near the other end of the circle and jumps over the cultists to "appear" out of the smoke, activating her shield and snapping one of her Javelins to open position. She says loftily, "One can not simply grant power to mortals without them proving their worth, it is simply not done." She has no idea who these cultists will think either of them are, but they will undoubtedly fill in the blanks for themselves/

Genesis has posed:
Genesis glanced to Hoplite, "He thinks I am his demon because I have dark skin and red eyes." as if this admission did not bother him in the slightest. "He senses a darkness within me. All the components are here in me, but I am not his. I am Genesis, and this is Hoplite. We are heroes. You are about to be defeated." he waved calmly with a hand, "If you would like, I will give you the opportunity to knock yourself unconscious. Otherwise I think my friend Hoplite is going to stab you in the face."

Hoplite has posed:
Hoplite was curious how far we were going to take playing the roles of whatever beings we would be assumed to be, but evidently Genesis (as he has identified himself) has quickly tired of the game. She says, "Stabbing through the eye is a quick death, slashing to the face is more effective if you seek to hurt someone in a lasting manner. The edges of the points are more than sharp enough for that. The blunt parts of the weapon are quite effective to knock someone out, if you are trying to avoid lasting damage, Spears are extremely versatile weapons. Really though, they can just surrender and we can tie them up for the police to find. There is no reason this has to get violent."

Genesis has posed:
Evan lifted his arm, and even as he did, something was bubbling and burping under the surface of his suit arm. Flesh, bone, sinew burped violently out of the garment; he didn't so much punch the leader as much as his body re-invented itself into his jaw. The appendage, now limp on the ground, was a mass of chaos. It bubbled and shimmied, shook and desicated and shriveled as it slowly retreated into the shredded arm of his suit jacket and became a thing grey arm once more.

The Leader dropped to the ground unconscious, but if it was the blow or just the shock of what he saw, it was unclear.

Evan glanced to Hoplite, "Are we friends now?" he wondered curiously.

Hoplite has posed:
Hoplite shakes her head, "You really should have let him attack first, then we would have self defense on our side." The cultists seem to make up their minds at that point to attack the interlopers. Hoplite pins one to the ground with a spear through the pants and the shoe, though she manages not to do more than scratch the side of the foot (she failed to miss the foot entirely, but did avoid putting the spear through the foot). She slams the shield into a second, it may look like nothing but a purple glow but it is apparently quite solid, judging by the way that one hit the ground.

Genesis has posed:
"I'm interpriting your complaint as a no." he said mildly and then turned with her to clean up the remainder of the fleeing cultists, rounding them up in anticipation of the arrival of law enforcement. For the remainder of the scene he remained relatively quiet and introspective, that or he was bored and going through the motions. "Small crime is unsatisfying." he said eventually. "We need better criminals."