1574/The Rinaldis pt 2.

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The Rinaldis pt 2.
Date of Scene: 21 July 2017
Location: Bludhaven
Synopsis: Zinda & Grace are on a brawlaholic spree, and run into Nightwing and some gangsters.
Cast of Characters: Nightwing, Grace Choi, Black Canary




Nightwing has posed:
    The second night in a row that the Rinaldi Crime Family has been tearing things up in the lower neighborhoods of Bludhaven. They'd somehow gotten some tech brought into the city, and had been using it to bring a mess of pain down on the rival Russian mob. Many a tracksuit was burned through with high tech beam weapons, and many an Adidas sneaker was left to the wayside or found on the feet of a corpse.
    It was important to try and get these weapons off the streets. Important to try and find the hit crews that the Rinaldis were using. Out-of-towners it seemed, merc crews. Men and women with little to lose and everything to gain. And with the Rinaldis bank rolling them, they'd been making some headway.
    But tonight, so had Nightwing. He had narrowed down one of their jumping off points to be along the southern district. In an old apartment building that had been converted to storage. An apartment building that just so happened to be right beside Donovan's Bar and Grille.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace and Dinah had pretty much demolished several dive bars, and the thugs and hoodlums that poised and 'ruled' there, for no other reason than it was something to do. One of said thugs, a member of the Rinaldi Crime Family, had, even with the broken nose, the broken ribs, and the torn leg ligament, violently and viciously told them if they were ever in Bludhaven 'Holy Hell' would rain down on them.
    Naturally, this meant Grace had to go. She'd never had 'Holy Hell' rained down on her before, and she was curious what it would be like. And, naturally, she'd cajoled Dinah to come along with her.
    And while her partner had taken on the superhero persona to walk the streets, Grace ... Grace had not. She's in her regular half-shirt, cargo pants, and curb-stomping boots. "So far," she tells the Black Canary, "I'm really disappointed in this Hellfire we're supposed to be getting rained on with," she's telling her partner in not-crime. "You're a superhero. Don't you have like a 'the fight's over there' radar gizmo in your ...," she looks at Black Canary's corset, fishnets, and other skin-hugging clothes, "Boots? Cleavage? DNA?"

Black Canary has posed:
    Canary walks along side the larger woman, her hands behind her head as she absently stretches. "It's true, we haven't seen much in the way of anyone so far. I wonder if there's an event happening..." she says cheerfully. She raises a brow, then peers down at her cleavage, then back up as she grins at grace. "Boob radar would be interesting, but I already have enough guys with their eyes locked to my chest without adding a screen." she says dryly.

    She slows a bit, something about the area up ahead tripping instincts, before she puts a hand out, stopping Grace as her hand rests on her midriff. "Wait..." She motions towards the nearby all, moving to flatten against it a bit as she peers again. "Something's going on up there..."

Nightwing has posed:
    And, as if on cue, there's a rough /crash/ of shattered glass and a body of a man is seen flying through the air from the second story window of that converted apartment building. He's limp as if already unconscious as he flies... and lands on the hood of a car with a /WHAM!/
    The car alarm squeals to life, and then there's the sound of weaponsfire. But not firearms, it's a crackle and hiss of energy based weapons that either of them might be familiar with. But if they're not, the image of plasma blasts slashing through the walls of that three story building is not one they'd easily forget.
    From inside they'll hear voices raised shouting, "We got one inside!"
    "Can't get a clear shot!"
    "Third floor, third floor!"
    Another blast blows out one of the windows and sends the glass cascading to the ground.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace, at least, listens. She trusts Dinah, nearly implicitly. Not that she's afraid. Far from it. But, she's certainly aware of at times a need for subterfuge, and stealth - two skills which don't particularly interest her or that she's gifted with.
    So, she waits there, waiting for either the Canary to give the all clear, or something to happen. And, of course, Something <tm> happens. Her eyes track the man falling from the second story window, and she obligingly offers, "That had to hurt." Then, the energy weapon sounds? Grace admits, "Well, that's new. You want a hand up?" She offers to Canary, offering her a literally hand up. Grace, afterall, can easily boost-throw Canary up into the open window.

Black Canary has posed:
    "Yes please...' the smaller woman says with a wolfish grin. "Give me a sec to draw their attention more, then come up, it'll be a party. She pauses, waiting for Grace to provide the hand, then gracefully stepping onto it as you hurl her upwards as she neatly flips through the now broken window as she lands inside on a crouch as she straightens, ready to dive for cover should any of the weapons she can hear be pointed in her direction.

Nightwing has posed:
    Inside the building, Dinah will assuredly see a group of five individuals, armed with those heavy tech weapons with the short barrels. Their backs are to her as they seem to be bracketing the large stairwell in the center of the building that leads upwards, their weapons pointed towards something up there.
    She'll have a moment, perhaps two before suddenly there's another /crash/ as the ceiling above splits open and two men smash through to _land_ heavily on the floor on the opposite side of the room from the Black Canary, a man in black leather armor on the other man's back, letting the gangster take the brunt of the fall. Those gunmen turn their attention over there, the weapons coming up and humming to life.
    Downstairs, however, the front door busts open as one of the men yells, "Make sure Tommy's alright, quick." But the two men who burst out onto the street stop abruptly at the sight of Grace.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace had moved over slightly to jump up to the second floor and join the Canary, when the sound grabs her attention. "Be a minute," she calls up to the Black Canary. Then, her first two fingers make as if to make 'guns' on each hand, and she 'shoots' the men with her invisible and non-existant weapons. "Hey, boys," she greets. "You guys having a party? Need some girls to give it some excitement? Tell you what. I'll take you all at once. Yeah? Sound good?"

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah starts to walk, cracking her knuckles slightly as she sees the five men with the weapons. And looking the other way. Just the way she prefers high powered energy weapons to be pointing. She draws up short as the ceiling break and two more men come plummeting down. A part of her mind notes that they really are letting building code slip these days, but the rest blinks as she sees the armored man. "Oh, hey you!" she says cheerfully, then notes all the men turning their way. "...hold that thought.." she says, then breathes in, her lips parting.

    SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

    She steps past Nightwing and his current dance partner as she does it, pitching her voice lower to disorient the men, leaving them open for Grace or Nightwing to take advantage of the openiong.

Nightwing has posed:
    At first the men downstairs are holding off in front of Grace, but then that /SCREEEEEE!/ is heard up and down the street, causing more car alarms to go off and the air to rush past in the shift of pressure from such a tumultuous sound. Causing the men in front of her to reel for a moment as they try to cover their ears, though their recovery is fairly quick as they aren't in the cone of that shriek. But now everything has hit the fan and they bring their weapons up getting ready to open fire on Grace.
    Inside the building, the mayhem is much more palpable. Windows shatter, a mirror above a piece of furniture breaks, the television screen crackles, and the men and women with their weapons /reel/ before the onslaught of her Canary cry.
    Even Nightwing staggers back as he had been getting to his feet, though at the edge of the effect and with his earpieces helping mitigate. He stumbles for a moment while the gunman nearest him is hunched over covering his ears. It's just enough time for Nightwing to spin to the side smoothly and slice the man's legs out from under him, knocking him to the ground for him to leap in a flip and land a whirling elbow to the fellow's jaw, knocking him out.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Pew. Pew." Grace 'shoots' the guys again, but there are no immediate cars within reach, or for that matter, streetlamps. Damn Bludhaven. Metropolis has streetlamps you can pull out of the ground -everywhere-. Or trees, at least. This means Grace has to improvise. "Batman's behind you. I'd watch out," she tells them, pointing, and, looking serious.
    Hopefully they go for it. Or, it at least buys her a second or two. Because in that moment, she's flat out running towards them, fast as she can, zig-zagging her steps, slightly faster than an Olympic athlete might sprint, to close the distance where she can grab the guns. And, simply crush them to pieces.

Black Canary has posed:
    This is why Dinah doesn't usually use her Cry in a building, even at low power; it's SOOO messy. On the other hand, being shot by multiple energy weapons didn't appeal either, and she's right behind Grace as the woman charges, her right hand snapping up in a quick slam designed to knock the rifle out of alignment, following with a hard chop at the nerve cluster at the man's shoulder, trying to disarm him first, even as her right knee comes up to...well, fight dirty. She's not above it.

Black Canary has posed:
    This is why Dinah doesn't usually use her Cry in a building, even at low power; it's SOOO messy. On the other hand, being shot by multiple energy weapons didn't appeal either. She lowers her shoulders as she charges, one of the men getting off a shaky shot that blasts into the wall behind her as she jinks left, then her right hand snapping up in a quick slam designed to knock the rifle out of alignment, following with a hard chop at the nerve cluster at the man's shoulder, trying to disarm him first, even as her right knee comes up to...well, fight dirty. She's not above it. The last is a straight up judo throw as the man doubles over, curling an arm under his left shoulder, then sending him tumbling foward to slam into the other four guys, hopefully throwing them off.

Nightwing has posed:
    There are a few /BZZAATS!/ of rifle fire as Grace charges, closing the distance with her quick but heavy stride. Another one of the gunmen tracks and fires again with the blast, only to have her finish closing the distance as she /crashes/ into them, sending the two men flying even as she's able to snare the weapons out of their hands.
    A little pressure and the guns crackle apart and compress, metal whining with the strength of Grace's hands. She ends up with two small bits of detritus she can toss away even as those two mercs look at each other and then scramble to their feet as quickly as possible and then turn to run.
    Meanwhile in the building, the two martial artists swirl into motion together. Dinah taking one man down cleanly with that nerve strike and the knee that ends with him hitting the ground with an intense look of pain. She's able to move in and further press her advantage as the men are stunned, catching an arm and sending the man hurtling into the crowd of gunmen, sending some to the ground in a scattering of limbs.
    Nightwing presses as well, spinning to the side with a kick to the underside of one man's jaw, then bouncing that foot off and into a backkick to clock the side of another man's skull. He darts forwards, partially climbing up the wall and flipping off of it so that suddenly he's able to stand back to back with Dinah.
    "You know, I probably coulda handled this." He says over his shoulder, but there's a grin in his voice and at the corner of his mouth.
    There are still some of the gunmen active, but for the most part... it may well be over.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace runs after the runners, grabbing each by the collar, and she drags them easily like ragdolls up to where she tossed Dinah in. And, simply, she collides their heads together to knock them out. Then, she jumps up, grabbing the ledge with her hands, and pulling herself up easily, looking very much the sore thumb compared to the slick costumes and posture of Nightwing, and the Black Canary. She cracks her knuckles, "Sorry I'm late," she tells Black Canary, "Two jerkoffs down there got gangbanged." She, Dinah will know, did most of the literal banging.
    She nods to Nightwing, "Hey, handsome."

Black Canary has posed:
    "It's fine, we were in the neighborhood! Someone told us we'd have hell rained down on us if we took a walk here, but we weren't finding much at ALL!" Dinah shoots back along with a grin and a wink at Nightwing as she brings an elbow down on one of the last gunmen's head to knock him cold, straightening up as she looks over to Grace. "Hey! So no problems then..." she says amusedly, knowing exactly which people came off worse in that meeting with Grace. She turns back to Nightwing. "So, are they guys Intergang or something? Don't see energy weapons like this often with normal moook types..."

Nightwing has posed:
    There are mainly moans and groans coming from the fallen. The ones that are still conscious are disarmed and held at baton point until they surrender and are secured. It ends up being a little more than a half dozen, their weapons shattered or recovered, accounted for as Grace makes her way to the second floor with her prisoners.
    Leaving the three of them there as the young man in the kevlar and leather smiles at Grace, "Hey yourself," He looks to Dinah, "Rinaldi crime family..." He looks down around them then lifts his gauntlet up to key a small button before he nods to them.
    "C'mon, I'll tell you the whole deal." With that said he turns to the stairs and starts to climb up, bringing them out of the area of mayhem and to at least a place where they can speak with a measure of privacy.
    First things first though and he smiles to Dinah, "Good to see you again, Canary. Been... years." A glance is given towards Grace, "Who's your friend?"

Grace Choi has posed:
    The very tall, very built Grace walks up to the roof with Dinah, following up the rear. Because, she has Dinah's legs to look at, and, Nightwing's butt. So, there's no complaints from her. "Huh. Don't ever think I've fought a mob, before. Is it always that easy?" She jerks a thumb towards the stairs, "Whatever they were using as weapons wasn't half as strong as steel. Crunch pretty easily. Looked expensive." She adds, "Name's Grace. Name. Not manners."

Black Canary has posed:
    Canary follows along, flexing her fingers absently as she adjusts the fighting gloves she's wearing. "Oh, those guys..." she mutters at Nightwing, rolling her eyes. "I keep hoping they'll really mess up in a way that gets them broken up finally, but they haven't gotten caught at something TOO blatant yet."

    She pads along as they reach the roof, then smiles at him. "It's been a while..." She looks over the costume appreciatively. "Definitely have done a bit of growing since I saw you last too. Nice costume." she says, reaching out to tap his chest. "You're going by Nightwing now, right?" She gestures to Grace. "We were having a....girl's...night out?" she says tentatively. "Or a bar crawl. Bit of both?" she offers.

Nightwing has posed:
    "Good to meet you Grace," The lithe young man in the bodysuit folds his arms over his chest and can't help but offer an open smile to the Canary, "Yeah, I thought I'd lose the short pants and go with something more practical."
    A nod is given, "Nightwing, after the whole..." He seems about to start on the tale, then holds up a hand, "Ah it's a long story, I'll tell you some time when we sit down somewhere."
    That having been said he inclines his eyes to Grace and then back to Canary as he offers what he knows about the mob. "Someone's putting some finances into the Rinaldi mob, and some tech. Not sure where the weapons hail from. But they're aiming them at the Little Odessa crime family." He adjusts his gauntlet as well and nods a bit, "Been running some of their hit teams to ground lately, this was one of them."

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Yeah? You want to examine them, there's a couple in heaps down on the pavement, there," Grace offers, very benevolently, to Nightwing. She also nods to Black Canary, "Hell yes we were. Still are. You want a beer? Saw a sign for a decent looking bar, few blocks back. My treat." Because, apparently, in Grace's way of thinking there's nothing wrong with two superheroes sitting down in a bar, having a couple micro-brewed lagers.

Black Canary has posed:
    The blonde woman gets a concerned look. "Mmm...super tech gang war, not a good thing, yes. No idea where the money is coming from yet, or are you tracking the weapons and who's selling them?" She twitches her lips as Grace reminds them that, yes, they ARE still continuing the bar crawling plan. "...maybe you can tell us about it over a beer, unless you have a hot tip to follow or some of the muscle downstairs to question still?"

    She bounces on her toes a bit, her eyes flashing a little. A little bit of a brawl always puts a certain pep in her step, she finds, which is part of the reason she and Grace have been getting along so well. So many guys who need punching, so little time.

Nightwing has posed:
    "I've got a few angles I'm working, with a little bit of help from my friends." Nightwing grins a bit towards Dinah as he looks over at Grace as well. His smile is warm, but also a little apologetic. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a drinker, and I do have a few things to run down." He starts to step towards the edge of the roof even distantly as some of the police vehicles can be seen in the distance, the red and blue lights casting an eerie haze on the buildings as they roll up.
    But then he looks back, perhaps remembering something he was told not too long ago, "How about this? If you guys are still up and around in two hours, I'll meet you somewhere and we can hang out some. Alright?"

Grace Choi has posed:
    "You'd better. Damn. You've got the best looking tights in all of superherodom," Grace informs Nightwing, bluntly, and appreciatively, with the view she's got of his backside. She puts an arm around Black Canary, pulls the blonde in. "You're on. We're just getting started, aren't we?" She grins, toothily. Grace doesn't even look like she's broke a sweat, yet.
    Then, she looks at Canary, "Who the hell doesn't drink beer?" She asks, earnestly a bit lost. Then again, that's the world Grace lives in.

Black Canary has posed:
    Canary's lips twitch a bit at Grace's comment. Well, she's not wrong, but still, she has to resist rolling her eyes just a bit, her faint smile widening a bit, then acks as she's pulled into closer, grinning. "Sure, we're gonna keep raising hell for a bit yet, but we can head back this way in a couple hours. We're in no rush?"

    She eyes Grace. "Because not everyone has your metabolism and ability to drink people under the stable." she says. Including Dinah, but she's not going to add that.

Nightwing has posed:
    A snort of a laugh comes from Nightwing as he unlocks the grapple line from his belt, "Thanks?" The young vigilante offers in counterpoint to Grace's comment, not a very good come back really, but then again she does put him a little off, as the faint touch of colour to the tips of his ears might attest.
    But then he lifts a hand in a small wave and smiles to Canary, "I'll give you a ring when I get my ducks in a row! See you guys soon." He fires the grapple line, then says over his shoulder, "Again, nice to meet you, Grace." That said the line catches and then he leaps into the air, pulled by the line and his legs twisting smoothly as he swings off into the night.