14904/Shock & Aw Yeah

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Shock & Aw Yeah
Date of Scene: 07 April 2023
Location: Abandoned Warehouse, West Side, Burnley
Synopsis: As planned, Livewire makes a 'totally unexpected visit' and utterly trashes ... everything. Domino gets what she needs with only a small amount of tinnitus.
Cast of Characters: Domino, Livewire




Domino has posed:
True enough, it's not very long before Livewire's moment to shine. Either Domino was cutting this one real close to the line or she didn't feel like wasting any time once all of the pieces were aligned. Either way, the Metropolis skyline has been left behind and the aged structures of Gotham's West Side now take center stage. Many of the old red brick structures have been repuprosed, though not all of them as is the case of an old Ace Chemical warehouse.

Fresh tire marks can be found in the patches of dirt along partly washed out streets but the small motorcade of blacked out SUVs have smartly parked inside the structure to be hidden from view. A real keen observer might notice a blacked out sports bike parked not too far away by another building.

The operation currently underway inside of the warehouse isn't large but the gear is sophisticated enough for them to get down to business. A trio of labcoats, half a dozen armed goons, and one recognizable albino chick isolated off to the side with half of the local security keeping a close eye on her. If one were to look, they don't seem friendly. It's quite possible they're figuring out where to dump the body once they're done here.

Leslie may have to wait in the wings for a time but at least she's free to wander and plan out what her first move might be. Domino's situation is a bit less pleasant but she can keep an eye on the proceedings. When the time comes she starts to slip a hand into a jacket pocket--

"Hands" one of the goons demands.

Dom rolls eyes. "Jeezus, you guys already frisked me six ways to Sunday. It's cold in here, alright? Can't feel my damn hands."

But she can feel her phone. And she can see the off-site copy being transferred to a jump drive. The moment it's unplugged from the main terminal, tap goes her thumb. Red Rover, Red Rover, send Livewire the fuck over.
Livewire has posed:
Livewire is early for her close up. She is, obviously, in the full glory of her costume this time, ready to unleash some ridiculous voltage at this endeavor.

It's gonna be sweet.

What's she doing in the meantime? Setting up cameras, GoPros, around the outside to catch the carnage. She hasn't figured out a way to wear one and not fry it, so there won't be any first person coverage, but there will be plenty of great action shots of her as--assembled skills at blowing shit up.

Camera spread, she waits for the call. And waits. And waits. Well, that's how it feels for her. For everyone else it's only like five minutes. The signal comes, and Leslie turns all the cameras on, and makes some noise.

"WHAT'S UP, YOUTUBE?! It's me, Livewire, and I've found one of the chemical dens used by the RULING ELITE to POISON YOUR WATER! So, as the good and kind person I am, I'm gonna wreck it while you all get to watch! LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE! OnlyFans link in the description for some tasteful and saucy pics plus personalized commentary!"

She steps away from the camera, extending her hands towards a nearby power pole, she tilts her head and -pulls-. Blue arcs of electricity burst free from the transformer as it hurls sparks and makes threatening noises. Streetlamps dim, die then explode as she draws electricity to herself. Soon enough, shes a walking arc of lightning, and she steps towards the warehouse.

One hand lifts and looses a wrist thick bolt of lightning, the following thunder roaring through the mostly empty lot, as the doors are blasted to chunks. "TIME FOR AN EXPOSE, CHUMPS!"
Domino has posed:
On the inside none are the wiser. Everything seems to be progressing on course. Domino watches the lone external drive like a hawk while one of the labcoats establishes a secure connection, preparing to upload the very same data.

He doesn't make it far. Lights flicker, dim, burst in violent self-expression. An immediate wave of confusion, disappointment, and at least one person nearly getting yelled at for cheaping out on this 'cobbled together piece of shit power grid' gets swapped out for shock and terror as a Bolt of Freaking Lightning slams into the building and sends bricks flying!

Through all of this Neena tries not to grin. This IS gonna be sweet.

Livewire is now looking much more like her name would suggest while stepping into the building. The three labcoats are scrambling, torn between saving their project and saving their butts. All six of the armed goons are preoccupied with their own matters involving lots of yelling, swearing, and issuing verbal threats about this 'goddamn crazy-ass metahuman bitch.'

Hopefully Leslie is good with some gunfire! Dom probably should have verified that first.

A pair of 9mm submachine guns light up as the goons make a stand. The added commotion happens to make it super easy for the albino to relocate, 'accidentally' bumping a labcoat and pocketing a certain jumpdrive. Hopefully they'll both survive this mess!

For Leslie it's game on, those cameras will have plenty of action to record.
Livewire has posed:
Here's the thing about Livewire. She looks like a young woman in a ridiculous getup. Absolutely a metahuman with the powers to match, but, well, she's honestly not very -human- anymore. She's living electricity in a human shape. Sure, she can do all the normal human things, but a lot of the negatives, or weaknesses, of the condition don't really apply.

For instance, bullets fly for her, and she just seems to derezz parts of her body, the impact sites glowing and crackling as they just pass right through. She grins viciously, lifting a hand and sending five dancing lines of voltage at the gunmen, the stench of ozone and the terrible popping sound of the air rending following it.

Weirdly, she doesn't touch any computers yet. They might find this odd. Her eyes flicker towards Domino for a second, possibly the second most subtle thing she's ever done.
Domino has posed:
There's one question answered, Leslie is good with being shot at! The poor goons last every bit as long as their bullets against the charged gal, their front line defense immediately rendered useless prior to them getting thoroughly zapped. Those guys are so not getting back up and now the air smells super awful, but Holy Crap is it an impressive lightshow!

Domino might have gotten a bit TOO lucky with Livewire, there's no contest here. Still, a plan's a plan and she's gotta follow through with her own promises. With the questioning glance from Leslie the response comes in the form of white-skinned hands landing upon a gloss black MP5K SMG and now Dom's shooting at Livewire too.

"Broke into the wrong warehouse, Sparky!" she openly lies, saving face and all that fun stuff.

If one of her bullets just happens to catch a pipe wrong and zing-spak-bzrrrs its way into the back of a fleeing scientist, well... That'd just be awful.

Dom's certainly more lively than the other six goons were but she also knows what ISN'T going to work against Leslie and she's not trying all that hard to think outside of the box with how to retaliate. It's about the drama, not the win!
Livewire has posed:
Leslie is clearly having fun with this. Striking terror into the fleeing science types, zorching gun toting goons. "Ha! I'M A FUCKIN' SUPERHERO TODAY! SUCK IT APPLE!" Lightning just pours from her body, fountaining down to the floor in sizzling pops. She's incredibly juiced and wants more, but this is about the show and those subs hitting her page.

This is why when Domino starts shooting, she doesn't just take it, she dives to one side, making a fingergun and shooting a blast for the mercenary. She's making it real, of course, but she's also making it a -spectacle-. A big show for the viewers and the fleeing n'er-do-wells.

"You work for these jerks?! You're not gonna get away with this!"
Domino has posed:
Being honest, Domino's having fun with it too. It's damn terrifying picking a fight with the living embidoment of a lightning bolt but it's also solid training! She leaps and bounds and does all sorts of fancy footwork as bolts and bullets are exchanged. With the power killed it makes for quite a lightshow inside the warehouse, flashes of blues and whites mingling with the firecracker bursts of oranges and reds.

"These jerks pay the bills, Sunshine! You're outta your league!"

All of the lab equipment gets slagged with ease, no amount of surge protection is going to spare them from the likes of an overcharged Livewire.

The longer the two metas can keep their lethal dance flowing the more bold the albino becomes, turning bits of the scenery around them into weapons where possible. A falling light fixture, an exploding fire extinguisher, knocking part of the damn catwalk down, even if they 'hit' Leslie nothing makes contact. A normal person would have been dead many times over. It's a good thing the blue haired chick is anything but normal.

Putting on a show also gives Dom that extra sliver of time needed to flick the USB drive somewhere off of her person where it can be found later. Even she's not willing to take her chances of delicate electronics surviving a direct hit!

When the last gun goes click and gets tossed aside Livewire's got her chance for a grand finale, the last 'bad guy' standing in a charred and smouldering world. Fingers crossed Dom's money had been well spent!
Livewire has posed:
The lightning show is magnificent. It's like someone condensed a supercell into a compact frame and gave it a worse attitude. Thunder roars through the building, blasting out windows and shattering computers. Bullets and bolts fly, the two women engaged in a deadly dance that is entirely all for show.

It's gonna get a lot of hits on YouTube.

Soon enough, the bullets run out. Guns laying everywhere on the floor, the inside of the makeshift lab an absolute ruin. Livewire's grin is manic, almost mad. "Gotcha, bitch!" She throws her arms wide and -pulls-. Sure, she's pulled a lot of power out already, but, well, there's always more. It flows out of any open outlet and broken light fixture and right into her, like fat snakes of charged ions.

Leslie grits her teeth, eyes absolutely wild. "Duck and cover, but it probably won't help!" The laughter begins as she starts to glow a terrible shade of blue. Ozone blasts through the room as the charge builds, likely standing Neena's hair on end. Soon, she's impossible to look at, shining as bright as the sun as she thrusts her hands skywards.

The bolt of lightning races up, blasting through the roof. It's got to be as wide as a bus is long, if not bigger. It jags and darts skywards in a glorious sight. The shockwave is the real danger. The air itself is rent, the boom deafening as it blasts outwards in all directions, literally blowing the building apart. The roof rockets off to land elsewhere, the walls crack and shatter. The floor craters and Livewire unleashes her full power.

Good thing Domino is lucky.
Domino has posed:
Domino's used to having every nerve on edge but with so much power dancing in the air she's feeling it on a whole new level. The place is a MESS, far worse than it had been only minutes ago, and at the center of it all is living proof that it's about to get so...soooo much worse.

A surprisingly calm sounding "Ah fuck me" fails to convey the legitimate concern now running through the mercenary gal. Thiiiis is gonna suck.

But hey, at least it isn't a direct bolt up the nose!

Of COURSE she turns and runs. She can damn well FEEL the charge building behind her. She's pretty sure she can feel some smaller shocks from all of the metal hardware adorning her, too. The only direction she can really run in, though? Toward a grimy old window.

One which explodes outward from the concussion along with a flailing albino a split-second later, landing in a heap somewhere outside.

Yeah, she'll live! So long as an errant brick doesn't land on her head. Just look at the hangtime on those suckers! The sky will be shitting bricks for the next thirty minutes!

Sprawled out on her back, a weary Neena blows a dusty strand of hair away from her eye. "Good talk."
Livewire has posed:
Livewire needlessly pants as the charge fades and destruction literally rains down for almost a full half mile. She looks around, her manic smile fading slightly, landing simply on gleeful rather than absolutely unhinged.

"I will never get tired of that."

She picks her way out of the rubble, barely sparing a glance for Domino at the other end of the debris field. Instead, she moves to start collecting her cameras, switching them off and scooping them up. "This video is gonna be -so cool-," she says to herself, giggling like a loon.

She probably needs a lot of help.
Domino has posed:
While a gleeful Livewire is collecting cameras Domino is pulling out a pair of pills selected for no other reason than to help dull the pain she had a good feeling would be coming today, swallowing both dry with a lingering grimace. "This...is Exactly why you never battle the elements."

Bits of glass bounce away as she sits upright, rubbing at still ringing ears only to then realize what an absolute mess her hair had become thanks to the overcharge. Another muttered curse comes around as she tries to tame a naturally unruly mane, complete with a moment of discovery and a muttered "What the fuck's going on HERE?"

Eventually there's one final meeting with Leslie, Dom's first question being "Did you get what you needed?" At the same time unseen fingers feel out the re-pocketed jump drive pulled from the rubble. There have been stranger paydays, though not too many and not by far.

"Goddamn, thought I might scratch you at least. Next time we do this I'm bringing a Faraday Cage."
Livewire has posed:
A LITTLE LATER

"Hell yes I did. The footage is fantastic. I just need to edit it all and make a killer video," Leslie replies. "Y'know, maybe I should drop the incendiary rhetoric and just make cool fight videos." She pauses. "...Or both, I guess." She grins, reaching out and punching Domino lightly in the shoulder. "You made the classic mistake. You assumed that, 'cause I'm bananas, I'm a lightweight." That grin turns a little darker. "I fight Kryptonians on the reg, sweetie."

The dark edge fades, and Leslie just looks almost normal. Almost. "You'd be better off with a garden hose, everybody knows that. Call me again sometime. This was fun. I'll plan the second date, though." She winks. She's gotta be joking, right? Right?
Domino has posed:
That friendly punch from Leslie knocks loose another puff of dust from the mercenary, prompting her to start batting at her own hair again. "I've been out of town for a bit" is her excuse. "If a Krypto ever gives me trouble you'll be the first chick I call."

At the garden hose comment Domino eye-rolls but smirks to take some of the edge off of the expression. "I wasn't -trying- to put you down. Besides, anything approximating water in this dump would probably be more of a hazard to me than you."

'This was fun' she says. 'I'll plan the second date' she says. Dom eyes the lively Leslie and once again can't hide her amusement. "That'd be a first date. We don't know each other."

*** Some time later ***

A somewhat less dusty albino sits sideways on her motorcycle, slowly working out the muscles in a hand while on a call through a headset.

"TPK. Bitch came in and hit us hard. ... Fuck if I know! Another merc coming after me? I -told- you going back to the States would have complications. Look, don't try to pin this shit on me. I did my part. ... Yeah. Yeah, they did. With me now," she sighs. "Where. Fine. I'll make the drop. Then I want you people off my fucking back. For good this time."

Air rushes into her lungs as the call is ended, leaving her in the company of silence while looking down at the slightly battered USB drive. So far her plan's working out well enough but she's not yet through pushing her luck.