16697/Nightly Ventures of a Baker

Nightly Ventures of a Baker
Date of Scene:	08 February 2025
Location:	Flushing, NY
Synopsis:	Shiloh goes out for a hunt with Remy in attendance.
Cast of Characters:	Shiloh Foster, Gambit

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Shiloh Foster has posed:
Most people are sleeping, or getting ready to sleep, but in Flushing New York near a particular bakery...one person is wide awake. Shiloh's slipped out of her apartment with her all black 'uniform' on with no less than six spots armed with blades in various lengths and purposes. She's danced this rodeo a few times before and it never seems to get easier, or better. Though she knows she can't save everyone - one less crook on the streets is fine with her.

Gambit has posed:
The voice comes from above her on the roof, though entirely cloaked in shadows. "Some'ow Ah t'ought yah might be goin' 'unting tonight." A moment later the voice gains two flaming red eyes, and a moment after that a coy familier smile. "Course Ah was five minutes from breaking in and seeing if yah wanted ta watch Netflix, but ehh."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Casually, her own stormy eyes shift to glance up at where the voice is coming from. "Can't let these streets fend for themselves all the time.." Then she's shifting to walk down the alley away from the bakery. "Not really in a Netflix sort of mood..." Which she would follow up saying she's out for blood but that might edge on the side of cliche. It could be a quiet night after all, they might run into a few punks, or it could get really nasty. Just depends on what lurks the streets tonight.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau drops effortlessly and silently behind his lover, his shadow likely making more noise then the Cajun himself. Though from his posture one might believe that Remy were on a casual Sunday stroll. he doesn't speak, letting her take the lead. Perhaps curious to see her in action as it were.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh doesn't flinch or make any motion to give off that he's landed behind her. She's too busy keeping eyes and ears open - wondering if they'll just end up back at the apartment above her bakery to settle in with watching stuff. Like tonight will be a bust. Then, as it seems the alley is clear, there's a scream that echoes and Shiloh takes off running. A sharp turn towards another alley way opens up to a t-bone of streets where a couple guys are manhandling their victim. Petty theft, but still...at least that's what it seems like.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau lets a slight smile touch his lips as he hears the scream as well. He doesn't run to give chase however, hanging back and observing as it were, so it's a full thirty five seconds after Shiloh turns the corner that Remy does likewise. Still he does casually drop a playing card into his palm. Uncharged but ready, just in case.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"I'd give it up if I were you and be on your merry..." Shiloh's saying this even as she continues to approach the three. Though, as she does, the screams turn into laughter and Shiloh takes pause.

"Who knew it would be so easy to draw out Flushing's newest crime solver...you're making it awful hard for some of us folks to get work done you know..."

Then three turns into six, as a few more venture into the low street lights from the shadows. "But you always seem to outweigh the odds... now the odds are gonna outweigh you. Turn and run if you wanna save face..."

Shiloh smirks, fingers low and wiggling near her thighs. "Aww...you brought me more friends to play with? How nice of you..."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau speaks for the first time since he leapt from her roof. "Yah got dis chere? Ah know 'ow yah ladies do so 'ate 'aving yah workout interupted." Even as he speaks he pulls out a pack of cigerettes, placing one between his lips. He touches the tip, which glows first pink then bright orange. "Try not ta get too banged up eit'er way. Ah got plans foh yah body later dat not involve a bunch of bruises.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Yeah, I got this. Light me up a smoke though, will you love?" Asking this from over her shoulder before she looks over the six in front of her. The rest of what Remy says has her giving a laugh. "Well. You heard the man. Easy on the goods, hmm?"

The next little bit is just six people possibly getting their asses kicked by one chick. One chick with throwing knives, a few daggers and a couple swords. Two get knocked out fairly early. There's scuffles, grunts, bodies tossed against walls and into trash cans.

At once point Shiloh does get knocked back towards where Remy's standing. At that point, she just reaches for the cigarette she asked for.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau had lit the second ciggerette off the one he was already holding and passes it casually to between the woman's fingers. "foh de record, Ah'm not taking Netflix off de table yet if yah wanna call it an early night?" He says with amusement even as he braces her to make sure she is on stable footing. One of the thugs does point a gun at them then and get's Remy's ciggerette bullseyed to his eye.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh takes a hit off the cigarette and then side eyes Remy once she's up and on solid footing. "So what I'm hearing you really say is, hurry this up so we can head back home..." Then there's a gun, and a cigarette to the gunman's eye. Shiloh rolls her eyes and then nods, placing her cigarette between her lips and then draws her two sword from the sheaths on her back. Remy gets a first hand glance of just what being trained for martial arts in Europe entails and soon two of the six are running off - a few are going to need medical and one might just be dead. She turns back to Remy with a grin. "Fast enough for ya?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau looks mildly amused, shrugging slightly. "It'll do Ah suppose." he says in playful tone. "De question is do yah wanna 'ead back now or would yah rat'er go get a drink first. Dare a nasty lil dive not far from 'ere."