1569/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	20 July 2017
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Sif and Nightwing run afoul of Spiral
Cast of Characters:	Spiral, Nightwing, Sif

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Spiral has posed:
Standing in the middle of an alley, with her back against a chainlink fence with a phone in one of her many hands is Spiral. She is tapping at the glass, getting more and more firm by the moment before she gets too fed up and lifts it in her arm, tenses and slams the useless device into the pavement, shattering it and causing several splinters to scatter.

"I need another FUCKING PHONE!" cries the multiarmed witch.

Nightwing has posed:
    Hell's Kitchen feels a lot like Gotham in some ways. The same general down look, the same mix of industrial obsolescence mixed with commercial failure, and the same huddling of lost folks along the street just trying to make their way. But for Nightwing, the feel from the rooftops is different. There'd been the same sort of fear from the criminal element. They were afraid of him without getting a direct look at him, assuming him to be someone else.
    Most likely that devil.
    Hopefully he won't run into the man as they both dash across the rooftops. He knows how territorial some vigilantes can be. First hand.
    Best to get his business done with and quickly. So Nightwing continues on his quick run across the roof, skidding under a low hanging pipe, then flipping up and around on a twisting aerial that lets him land on the edge of a rooftop, settling into a crouch. He pauses for a moment...
    Then turns his head at the echo of, 'Fucking phone-phone-phone!'

Sif has posed:
Although she has visited Midgard on many occasions, Sif has always kept herself seperate from it. It was not her world and she had no desire to be a part of it. However, Thor did. With the changes in their relationship of late, she had promised to try and understand his point of view. This place holds a love from him. She just has to figure it out. So today, when Avengers business had him off doing whatever it was they did, she took the opportunity to go out on her own.

She is dressed in garb that is a blend of Asgard and Midgard, allowing her to have a short skirt with tall boots up to her knees. The top is more Midgardian, a jacket worn over it. That allows her to keep her short blade strapped to her back. No reason to go out without protection, even in a world where little could hurt her.

As she walked down the sidewalk, she passed an alley just in time to hear the scream of annoyance. Turning that way, her brow furrows but she calls out helpfully. "I just passed a store that sells communications devices!"

Spiral has posed:
Spiral barks out at whoever it was that just spoke to her. "I don't BUY phones!" Spiral shouts back and pushes off of the fence to step closer to the one who called her out. From behind her back a pair of swords shine out into the dim orange light.

"How about you take your stupid advice and get outta here before I make you leave in smaller, easier to ship pieces?"

Nightwing has posed:
    That voice is easy to follow, considering the volume and then the staccato pattern of the following ones, lighter... but audible as Nightwing breaks cover and changes direction to rush across the rooftop, leaping at the end of one and firing his grapple line to cross the chasm between buildings. He lands with a crunch of gravel, then moves to the edge of the building, espying the distant silhouette of Sif, night vision picking up some hit as to what passes.
    He checks his gauntlet display, frowns at the time, but heads to close the distance from above.

Sif has posed:
Why was she told she couldn't carry a sword around in public. Right here is someone doing it. So it must be allowable. Perhaps it was Thor's odd sense of humor that led to such a statement. As the woman approaches, Sif looks her over curiously. Multiple limbs is not the norm for this realm but they have mutants and metahumans so it isn't something to set off alarm bells. Bared blades is.

At the threat, she actually smiles. "Many have tried. None have succeeded," she says with a shrug. She slides her jacket off her shoulders, her hand finding the grip for her short sword and pulling it free from her back sheath. She brings it around to the front, dropping her jacket to the ground. "But if you insist, I have need of my exercise today."

Spiral has posed:
"Wait wait wait. Before we start and I have to remove your pretty hair from your head. ... Do you have a phone?" Spiral asks, almost innocently. "I need one. Very much."

Spiral spins one of the blades behind her back while she lifts the other one before her face and tests it's sharpness with the thumb on her metal hand, drawing a few sparks. "If you want to test your blades, know I'm not as easy of a partner as you think I am." Already the assassin is being cocky.

Nightwing has posed:
    Of course that's the moment from on high that a voice is heard. Just a bit of a curious lilt to it as he calls, "Umm, if this is over a phone. I have one." Nightwing is seen perhaps in silhouette, barely visible against the night's sky as he leans over from above. He's seen some pretty strange things in Gotham, but two women ready to knife fight over a cellphone and some harsh words, that's kinda dark even for him.
    A flip takes him down a story, then he drops down to interpose himself between the two, gauntlets held out to either side, "C'mon, let's talk this..." But then, of course, he sees that these are perhaps not any ordinary women.

Sif has posed:
When the figure calls out from above, Sif never takes her eyes off the six-armed woman. The threat in front of her is very real. Two-handed fighting is tricky without a shield and only one sword on her side. Six-handed, two-bladed to be precise. Still going to be an interesting fight although nothing to be concerned about in her mind. Which is her own arrogance stepping into play.

As the man drops down, she does flick her gaze to be sure he isn't a threat as well. No weapons in hand but something in his bearing says he is not defenseless. He's also wearing a costume and a mask, which in this world often means something more than human.

"I suggested she buy one," she mutters. "She is adverse to parting with her coin."

Spiral has posed:
"I don't like it when people tell me how to spend my own money! It's mine. Not yours! Don't touch it!" Spiral bellows around Nightwing, almost ignoring the man as he dropped down but then she recoils several moments after he landed.

"Who are you? Some BDSM fan? Look it's hot and all, but you shouldn't walk around in that."

As she's saying this, a bow is pulled from behind her back as well as an arrow is quickly notched as she eyes around the pretty boy at Sif and draws back, while still holding onto the two swords out to her sides. "Just gimme the phone and we'll all be good and happy. KAPEESH!

Nightwing has posed:
    Sif, on the one hand, seems more reasonable. But she's pretty tall and keeps a /really/ big knife under her clothes. Which could just be the neighborhood. Spiral, on the other hand, is...
    Nightwing switches his stance somewhat to face more against Spiral, a step back to clear the lane as it's clear this isn't going to be solved just by handing out a phone. Someone like Spiral, with the metal, the weapons, and... well, the arms. That sets off more warnings. "Put down the weapons, and go buy a phone..." He tries levelly, his voice taking a growly timbre to it that isn't quite as strong as Batman's, but still conveys the severity of the moment.

Sif has posed:
She isn't one to be hiding behind a man. It's very chivalrous of him but really. Sif steps to the right, sword held at the ready across her torso, prepared in case that arrow is loosed in her direction. Of course, it shouldn't in be able to pierce her skin, in theory. It's better never to gamble on such things.

Her tone is relaxed as she takes a small step forward so she is just behind and to the side of the man. "I thought you were going to give her a phone?" she points out. "There is one in my jacket if that is all it takes. Infernal devices created by Hela."

Spiral has posed:
"I just want a freaking phone!" Spiral says, her attention staying on Nightwing as he tries to move out of the way. Too little too late. Spiral's arrow is drawn and she keeps the pointy end aimed at the vigilante.

She extends a free hand and clasps it closed repeatedly. "Give it to me. I don't care who's just gimme the damn phone!"

Nightwing has posed:
    "Alright, here's a phone." He casually pulls a black burner from his belt and tosses it at her feet with a faint clatter and skittering across the ground. He gives a wry smile, "Alright, now put the weapons down, lady." He says this as he steps around to one side slowly, giving Sif the other if she's going to close as well.

Sif has posed:
With him giving her the clearance, Sif moves up to his side. She doesn't approach any closer to Spiral, still watching her warily. "Give them up? Do you know how hard it is to get a good blade in this world?" she murmurs more or less to Nightwing although it is audible to the multi-limbed woman. Not helping matters but it's a valid point for an Asgardian.

Spiral has posed:
Bending over to pick up the phone, Spiral examines the device and is sufficiently happy with it before she slips it down her shirt and with a lift of all four weapon bearing hands, the blades and bow and arrow all vanish in a puff of smoke. "You're not getting anything from me, pretty boy." The witch says and then with a quick sashay of her hips, the mutant hater is gone.

Spiral has posed:
Spiral says, "I mean I have a ... minute until I leave for work."

Spiral has posed:
Spiral scrapes it off her tongue onto the floor. "Geeze bird boy."

Spiral has posed:
Spiral says, "I didn't say the eye would be on your face."

Spiral has posed:
Spiral says, "Humans suck. Mutants suck. I'm gonna make my own planet."

Spiral has posed:
Spiral shakes a fist at Abi. "I didn't get it till college."

Spiral has posed:
Spiral does the Curly noises as she whipes her face. "ABI!"

Spiral has posed:
Spiral isn't actually in the night club. Not tonight. she's not exactly in the mood to be gawked at, harassed and ridiculed for being a freak. So, in her small, midriff baring with the deep plunging V, she's on the roof. What she's doing on the roof is not much at all. She's got a phone in one hand as she leans on the elbows of her other arms agaisnt the corner of the building and is people watching as she looks at her phone and then takes a step back while still leaning and makes a duck face towards the phone and a single hand lifts up behind her head to push up her hair. Looking vain and pleased with herself.