2209/Kindred Bar Spirits

Kindred Bar Spirits
Date of Scene:	28 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Crusader, Elizabeth Greene, Gypsy Moth, Molly Millions, 185, Morgan McNally, Luke Cage, Thor, Power Girl, Alfred Pennyworth, Hawkeye (Bishop)

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Wolverine has posed:
    It was the end of the day, and the streets were busy with people coming and going, from work, to work, from home, to home, everywhere and no where. It was the greatest city in the world, and the busiest. It was this city that brings people to their local watering holes. Some come to drown their sorrows. Some come to drink, to socialize, and to be a part of the scenario. In this case, it was the opening of a new bar in a very tough part of town. It was this area that brings out Patch. It was the City that Never Sleeps.

    Wearing dark leather clothes, a dark leather pair of boots, a dark leather patch over his left eye, and smoking a cigar that trails acrid, sweet-smelling smoke, Patch walks into this bar and looks around. With a sniff, and a frown, Patch walks up to the bar, orders a glass of scotch from the top shelf, and leans against the bar while waiting. It was a warm summer night, but Patch was still wearing a dark leather jacket. Not making a sound, he waits, and watches.

Crusader has posed:
Busy is right - with school just comming in, many parents and students were comming to his shop to buy or repair computers and laptops for school! Mostly college kids. After finally locking up...Bjorn decided it was time for a drink and scrolled on down to mutant town. No a day for fight night, he opted to walk into that pub he has never seen before!
    Bjorn could easily be described as a modern day viking (or some folks tell him). He wore leather bracers, and heavily plated armored boots. A black shirt with an image of a smiling skull and crossbones was snuggly fitted over him, along with a pair of old jean overalls. He drums on the bar right next to Patch saying in a booming voice "Friend! Git Bjorn bottle of vodka please!" he says with a wide smile.

Elizabeth Greene has posed:
    The back booth is already occupied, allowing the blonde sitting there a clear view of the room and the doors while keeping her back to a wall. It's a habit she developed and continues to practice. She has her phone out in front of her, laying on the surface of the table. There is an open bottle of beer atop a folded napkin sitting near the phone. Beth is watching the occupants of the room, glancing around from time to time the fiddling with her phone again.
    She has on a lightwaight hoodie thrown over a tank top and a pair of jeans. A pair of tennis shoes are on her feet.
    As the door opens ane allows a viking to enter, her phone is forgotten for the moment. She slips it into her pocket and picks up her beer bottle, taking a long draw as she watches the goings-on at the bar.

Gypsy Moth has posed:
Someone new walks into the bar, a woman wearing a long dress that is clearly high fashion...not the kind of thing usually seen in bars like this. Sybil is out slumming. Her exotic gypsy beauty and slight Romanian accent are likely to draw attention, but she is not worried...it may look like a dressto evertone else, but to Sybil it isa weapon...as are the clothes of everyone else in the place.

Molly Millions has posed:
    From the purse of Molly's lips as she steps through the door and the slightest shake of her head she's already debating the wisdom of a pit stop. Lean and pale, clad in dusty black jeans, a matching wifebeater and a jacket over the top. She's not the sort to stand out in a crowd, usually, aside from the faux pas of seemingly wearing silver sunglasses at night. A heavy breath out accompanies the decision to continue in, prowling towards the bar unhurriedly.

    Of course, those with heightened senses might well notice the smell of metal and gunpowder on her, dust and oil. And there's no real effort to hide the observational sweep of the room as she weaves her way to the point where she can tap burgundy colored false nails on the bar and request in a low voice,"Whiskey, straight. Please."

Lorien (185) has posed:
Nearer to the wall, at a table, a rather inhuman individual sits. A cursory glance would describe him as 'Nightcrawler's bi-colored cousin with extra legs instead of a tail'. The faint light of a phone is reflecting against his face, as he is apparently engaged in reading something on the device. His extra legs are folded up against his back like boney black wings.

Wolverine has posed:
    Busier than he thought it would be, Patch checks out all the new arrivals, and those already here. His senses are on overtime, as he is looking for someone or someones in particular. His eyes can't find them, and his nose isn't doing any better as his face reflects his disappointment.

    "Dammit..." Patch says under his breath, and takes a deep inhale of his stogie. He turns back to the bar, his back to everyone, and looks down at the empty counter. Looking up, WAY UP, at the bartender, Patch growls and says, "I said, best scotch ya' got kid. Not any o' that bottom shelf S**t, but tha' good stuff. Pronto."

    Tapping the bar, Patch frowns, and taps the cigar ashes into the nearest glass. Not caring who's glass it was, Patch thinks.

    Let's see. Patch's senses move out in the room. Noting the threats, he nods, and gets ready. Just in case. Mutants. Humans. Altered whatevers. Typical NY bar. Huh. What was that...freshly oiled steel. Movement in the back. Shadows across the dimly lit neon sign at the front of the bar. A slight sounfd of a blade being pulled from a scabbard...almost imperceptible to normal hearing...

Morgan McNally has posed:
Morgan does not appear to be anything special, ..unless being an attractive, leggy brunette is special. Which it is, in the right place and time, which is usually bars. Dark hair is loose over bared arms from her tank style dress, heels clicking against the floor for those that might hear it over the usual din of a bar. She will angle her body, using her hips to press past someone to get to the bar.

She'll wait at least until the bartender pours the drink he's working on before there's a bright, mega-watt smile and a gesture - with money. "When you have a moment, I'll have a bourbon, neat. Please." Chocolate brown eyes will shift and take in the place, a faint humming to herself under her breath.

Gypsy Moth has posed:
Sybil creates a low level telekinetic pulse to "feel" the feedback, most people would not notice or would dismiss it as a draft of wind. She walks up to the bar and says, "Bartender, I am feeling friendly tonight, so how about buying a round for the whole place, on me. Whatever their last round was." Sybil can afford it...she could buy the whole bar easily enough, even with New York real estate prices.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn beams as the now disgruntled bar tender hands him a bottle of...something. It probably wasn't vodka as it came from the bottom shelf, but Bjorn didn't seem to care. He says to Patch "Friend should relax, you seem to be of the worked up!" he claims, perhaps too friendly for his own good.

He turns and gives Morgan a wave before looking around further. He spots Lorien and tilts his head - it is rare to see mutants or what have you like that...at least anywhere but mutant town. But his sense picked up on something else...technology, he seems to pause on Molly a short moment, but only gives her a wave before looking around further, passing over Sybil as well. If he noticed something was wrong, it didn't show on his face as he whistled a merry tune. Oddly the man didn't bother to sit down.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly's not in a particular hurry, though her attention shifts towards Patch and that cigar as she waits for the bartender to move on to making hers. The movement of Bjorn's hand can't help but make her tilt her head slightly, lips curling briefly as she raises her glass his way by acknowledgment. She had been going for money, but with Sybil's declaration elects to go with,"Drinks on her apparently." and shifts a little further down to a spot where she might at least see the reflection of the door.

    She didn't pick up the sound of the blade directly, but the ghost of it at least has her lenses turning towards the less bright sections of the bar suspiciously as she decides that whiskey is better off inside rather than out. Screw sipping it.

Elizabeth Greene has posed:
    The sheer variety of people is what appeals to Beth. That's why she came to Mutant Town during her visit to New York City. Not to gawk as some tourists seem to think is alright. Just to see the diversity of entities in the world. In Bludhaven, things are less openly different than the mixing pot of New York City. She takes another sip of her beer, not catching that anything is amiss amongst the sounds of the bar. She pulls her phone back out to check something then fires off a quick text before tucking it back into her pocket. She finishes off her beer then sets the empty on the surface while rising to walk over toward the end of the bar closest to her, waiting as other people get their orders. Only when the bartender is free does she give a brief smile. "Another beer please?" It is handed over quickly and she moves back toward her booth.

Luke Cage has posed:
    Enter Luke Cage.

    Cage backs his way into the bar proper from the back room with an oversized crate, or two, on his shoulders. He's carrying them with the ease of pretty much anyone in the establishment right now. He crafts a small smile at the way the place has taken off since he disappeared to get more booze and now makes his return.

    "Hey." Cage says to the other bartender as he returns to the fold. One by one the crates are set down and without missing a beat he just pulls the tops off them. "Shelve these and then go work the door for Ty." Cage grins a little bit as he passes by Patch and sends a nod in his direction while still talking to his Bartending Apprentice. "He's letting the riff raff in."

    As the Bartending Apprentice gets to doing what needs to be done, Cage heads to the other end of the bar and moves like a man that knows his way around everything he's built and designed. Drinks for each of the patrons asking are fixed with quick hands, a soft touch and served with a smile. All the while he snatches up money and stacks it in his hand until he gets down the other end of the bar, where he can put the money into the register.

    In his travels, though, the 'special' Scotch has been left in front of Patch. Cage knows to leave the bottle.

Lorien (185) has posed:
Lorien can smell all of them, see all of them, but he chooses not to react. Of all present, he probably smells the oddest, a comingling of bastardized human mixed with metal and alien spider. He reaches down to his phone, and rests his fingers on the screen, which suddenly becomes garbled, as faintly glowing yellow-orange lines run up over his hand and forearm like circuitry-veins.

Wolverine has posed:
    The feeling in the bar is electric. As though there was something going to happen, but the universe was unsure what it would be. Bjorn notices that the fuzzy man sitting at the bar with the eyepatch and cigar had his hackles on edge. Patch looks over at him, grunts, nods, and says, "Good advice."

    What was that...a pulse? Logan's senses twitch slightly, feeling that "push" from Sybil. Having been around a few TKs, it was almost natural for him to feel that. Noting it, Patch doesn't comment, waiting for what was to come. "Bourbon." Patch shakes his head at Morgan's order. An interesting one.

    Molly does indeed sense something. A threat. Something at the edge of their vision. Those with enhanced senses can feel the oncoming storm. Those without, can see some people in the bar suddenly come on edge. Elizabeth's order is acknowledged by the bar, but somehow, things got busy. That one...he smells...different. Lorien. Huh.

    Enter Luke Cage indeed. With a sniff, Patch knows who he was. The man he was looking for. For once, things were looking up. "Huh." Patch grunts. "Riff raff. Must have been someone down at the bank that took leave o' his senses ta' ever give you a loan Cage. Unless it was that lack wit, Rand. Prob'ly got tha' money from that punk kid. Been meanin' ta' ask ya' how he was." Looking down as the bottle was placed in front of him, Patch says. "I take it all back. Yer a man o' outstanding character an' virture." Taking the bottle a' Scotch, Patch takes a deep pour into the glass, and drinks it all in a quick gulp and sigh. "Not bad." Ha. He exhales. "Good stuff. Knew Jessica was settin' ya' right." Cough. A whisper. Unless the people here have enhanced senses, it was very, very low..."Somethin' is comin' fer ya, and yer friends Luke. The Hand ain't liking what you all have been doing...they are here. Now."

    

Morgan McNally has posed:
Morgan waves in return to the gentleman who waved first. It never pays to be rude off the bat. That can come later, if need be. It wouldn't be the first time.

There's an arch of a brow at the Scotch fellow, a lean on the bar as she looks at him. "Do you have a problem with bourbon? Does my lack of Scotch knowledge offend you, sir?" While she's sassing him, there's clearly a note of self mocking humor in it. "I'm too blue collar to be drinking scotch, honey."

She will note the crate carrying, brows lifting both evenly as she stares, ever so briefly. There's even a noise like "Huuuuuh." It's not totally curious, just more interested than anything else. Interesting bar.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly sets her glass down on the bar, pushing it slightly in the direction of the other side. She's been watching, gaze lingering on Lorien briefly before shifting on. Surrepticiously she sets one hand over the other, with an almost inaudible click removing the first of her false nails and concealing it in the palm of her hand. She's not sure what to put the feeling down to for all that she's taking... well, odd precautions. It's not until she catches the words 'The Hand' from the direction of the short guy with the patch. If anything, that's something to make her sigh in something vaguely like relief, at least from the quirk of her lips as she starts pocketing nails unhurriedly.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn chuckles at Patch "Aye - live longer that way Bjorn tell you!" he says with a smile. Though he can't help but look at Morgon and cants his head "No offense my lady...but that is one of the dumbest thing Bjorn has ever heard. There is no such thing as being 'too blue for scotch' it just be a matter of taste!" he says and it somehow comes off in a friendly manner.

But indeed, Bjorn could feel...the sense in the air, though he /did not/ seem to hear Patch talking about the hand. The charge of a comming fight. He knew it well, but he didn't pay it much mind. He merely raised his drink to Sybil "Bjorn thanks you mam!" and downs the drink happily and slamming the cup down, just hard enough to make the thump "Another one for Bjorn please!" he gently drums the bar

Though he seems to perk a moment as he notices Lorien out of the corner of his eyes. He saw the yellow digital 'viens' and the effect with the phone. Another cyberpath perhaps. An interesting fello to be sure.

Elizabeth Greene has posed:
    Beth continues to wait at the end of the bar since her order was delayed. She leans against the hardwood surface, glancing around. The atmosphere has changed. Something is going on. She can't sense it. No enhanced abilities leaves her in the dark. Her gut is her only weapon, instincts honed through her career and her life. She knows something is off. She just can't put a finger on it.
    Her posture is nonchalant and she is completely relaxed as she waits for her order to be filled. Or the cause of the tension to be revealed. Her gaze flicks around the room in a leisurely fashion but picking out movements and shifting of the occupants.

Thor has posed:
Sans winged helmet or hammer, Thor arrives dressed the part of a regular working joe. If a regular working joe were a blonde-haired adonis Prince among the Gods, anyway. But uh, no Mjolnir? However, this all may be more for the sake of not casuing a stir for the normies on the street (signing all those autographs is time-consuming!) as the new watering hole boasts its reputation of openess toward a wider variety of customers, human and otherwise. A number of people on hand may well recognize the Asgardian from many troubles and squabbles anyway, but for the rest, he's evidently not hiding anything. Just trying things out without the cape!

"What ho, friends! I hear it spoken that this mead-hall is freshly opened, and welcoming to one and all. Yet how wouldst one mark such an occasion without my presence? I daresay there is none who loves drink more than I, at least within this realm of Midgard!" Right. "Barkeep, your largest glass would suffice for the nonce, and keep it filled. Ah!" He digs in a pocket. "Friend Tony has supplied me with this," and he fetches out a... shockingly normal human credit card, maybe a Stark corporate one. "Place what will be owed for my drinks upon this mark of credit."

Lorien (185) has posed:
Lorien looks up from interfacing the phone. In public, no less. "Well there's a dialogue you don't hear every day," he comments quietly, but aloud. He's not familiar with anyone here, really; he's spent all his free time learning everything he can about life on Earth. Being raised in a zoological enclosure doesn't give one much opportunity for schooling.

Gypsy Moth has posed:
Sybil tries not to visibly react as ther telekinetic touch brushes something that feels white hot to her. Whatever it is, it is something incredibly dense and hard...harder than a diamond (she can tell). She withdrew her touch before she got a clear sense of size or shape...but it seems to be associated with the shor hairy man at the bar. She can feel several people in the place are denser than human, including the tall blond man and the man behind the bar. She can handle those. She can also tell there are a number of metal weapons in the area, and perpares to do something to defend herself if needed.

Wolverine has posed:
    The universe stops. For a moment as the first shadow congeals into a figure. Then. The knife moves end over end, the silver light flashing off its blade. It tumbles towards the man at the bar talking to Luke Cage almost as a whisp of shadow, the sound it makes is one of death.

    Patch grumbles at Morgan, and shakes his head, "You and me both honey. Just choices is all." He doesn't look at her, but doesn't ignore her. Must be the Canadian in him.

    Patch's glance falls upon Molly for a moment as well, as he finishes off the drops in his glass. His eyes holding a flash of warning. Be ready.

    Patch's eyes then find Bjorn as well, and he nods. Another ally in the coming fight. He can handle himself. As can Lorien, if his guess is right.

    Beth, or Elizabeth, Patch's first instincts are to protect her. Maybe, if he can. Or Luke. He's got the muscle and impenetrable skin..

    Then the knife strikes. Logan knew it was coming, and with a small twist of the cardboard counter protector the bartender had placed under his glass, he was able to capture the knife. After all, you could always use another knife. That was then the shadows move. There were twenty of them. All dressed in black, and wearing Ninja outfits, all carrying swords, and all intent on two men...for now. The two men at the bar.

    Putting down his cigar and the bottle of scotch, Patch sighs. He twirls the now captured knife in the air, and catches it. "They never learn." Shaking his head, Patch says, "Sorry about this Luke. Maybe ah coulda been more careful if'n ya' gave me yer number. Had to find you the old fashioned way."

    Wait. What? With a facepalm, and a grimace, Patch hears those words. "Perfect...Thor." Now this had become a slaughter.

Luke Cage has posed:
    How Luke is managing to tend bar and pay attention to Patch all at the same time is either pretty good or pretty crazy. Maybe some kind of twisted combination of both. He's even counting out change for anyone that paid too much and makes sure to drop it off at the proper patrons before he's grabbing two beers and dropping them off next to Elizabeth with a quick, "Sorry for the wait. Both on me." And then he's pouring more drinks and dropping them off at asking patrons without a second of hesitation. If there's one thing that Luke Cage is good at... it's doing work.

    He pauses just long enough to hear the quiet speak from Patch and gives a nod. He steps back and grabs a towel to wipe off his hands and then tosses the towel on his shoulder. "I just got this place fixed up the way I want it. That ain't goin' down today." That's the response to Patch before he claps his hands loudly and raises them up into the air, clearly attempting to get the attention of the crowd.

    "Hey! If I can get everybody's attention for one second!" He's pretty sure that people are going to listen so he just carries on. "Here's how things are going to go down. Anybody that wants to throw down with me because of something /I/ did? We can throw down." Cage looks around at all the patrons because that's what he's trying to decipher. "/Outside/." He seems pretty dead serious about that part. "There's people in here that don't got nothin' to do with our business. So we gonna' leave them out of it. Plus, if you mess my place up, I'm gonna' get pissed and that ain't good for nobody."

    Cage narrows his eyes at a couple of patrons before he looks towards the door to the alley. "If you really want some, come get some." He's hoping they saw his crate display earlier. "Otherwise, we can all get back to having a good time and I'll buy everybody a round. How's that sound?" There we go. Cage going for the diplomatic option first. Let's see if that works out.

    Knife. Swords. Ninja. Idiots.

    Cage sighs, reaches under the bar and puts the Swear Jar on top of it. He puts a dollar inside, pulls the towel off his shoulder and drops it on the bar. Another sigh. He really didn't want to have to do this today. He really didn't.

    "Motherf--"

    And Luke Cage leaps over the damn bar. Cue the Fight Music.

Morgan McNally has posed:
Morgan shifts at the bar. "Keep calling me honey, sugar. Never know where it will get you." There's more of that humorous sass, before there's knives appearing, and clearly her Canadian polite drinking compatriot is more than he seems. She will toss back her bourbon with a sigh, before she's cracking her knuckles, shaking out her arms to loosen and limber up her joints. "Oh goody, a stramash. Sounds like fun for a girl's day off." She'll aside to Patch, before her back is to the bar and her posture wary.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn perks "Well well, Bjorn recognize that voice from the tele! Thor Ordinson" he says with a laugh and looks to Lorien than "There are many things one sees in Mutant town that one does not see elsewhere!". He turns hearing the gods further comments "Well Friend Thor, you might have just found the one Midgardian that CAN drink you to the grave" he says with a wide grin clearly referring to himself. He was oddly familial as if he knew the man...but than again Bjorn seemed to be familial with EVERYONE.

And suddenly - Ninjas!

Bjorn blinks slowly and looks to Luke as he jumps over the bar and than to the ninja and back saying to Luke "Yup, you got Ninjas" he says with a booming laugh. He turns and faces them cracking his knuckles - which distinctly sounds like metal snapping. "By the way, Nice catch Patchy" he says towards Patch likely in regards to the knife catch. But his stance was clear he was ready to throw down, as his grin made it evident he didn't mind doing some brawling one bit.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly hears Thor's voice, but her attention is at least vaguely on Patch, a slight nod as she pockets the last of her nails. She's now going to wait for them to decide that she's worth paying attention to. Ninja's appear, and she's already off her seat. Screw sticking to human limitation in the speed with which she she takes two long strides, grab's one by the wrist and deploys the blades on the opposite to plant in the back of their neck as she yanks them offbalance.

Elizabeth Greene has posed:
    She doesn't know the bartender. She doesn't know anyone in this place. But as Luke makes his announcement about the situation going on, Beth has already made up her mind which side is the right one. Obviously the guy at the bar who is trying to keep things peaceful. She pushes away from the bar, stance still relaxed as she prepares to stand shoulder-to-shoulder against whoever the threat is.
    Ninjas appear--actual people dressed like ninjas. She'd laugh if those swords weren't real and obviously lethal. They move with a surety that shows they have actual training, something she does recognize. She's been drinking so her options are a bit limited, nevermind jurisdictions and the like. She tosses her phone at a guy crawling under a nearby table. "Call the cops. Now." Her voice brooks no argument.

She falls into a side stance, squared with the oncoming bunch and waits, hands held at low ready.

Gypsy Moth has posed:
Sybil keeps in her seat, unless a Ninja attacks her, this is probably none of her business. There is a reason she is not a hero...

Thor has posed:
"Oh, dost thou offer me a challenge?" Thor of course focuses immediately upon Bjorn and his boastful claim, for a good drinking contest is the best way to start a night of revels. "Gladly accepted, let us-" Ah, but then something HAS to go and ruin what was shaping up to be a wonderful night of drinking. He frowns, but only... a little?

"What bandits are these, which trespass upon this ale-house?" Thor wonders, as suddenly, there are ninjas. His wonder is of a rather casual sort, as if this sort of thing is normal enough to him, or at least nothing terribly remarkable as to warrant actual surprise, merely a little frustation, and that mostly because he hasn't already had a drink. Glancing from them toward Luke as he makes the rounds. "Ah, thou must be the tavern-keep. Dost thou require assistance? Mayhaps, I shall escort some of these ne'er do wells into the alley-way, if it suits. Though I must say, a good fight is a marvellous way to hail the opening of thine fair establishment."

Either way, he turns toward some of the ninjas, smiling! And did we say Thor didn't have Mjolnir? A hand is lifted, open as if waiting, and in less than an instant, faster than the blink of an eye, it is there within his grip. At least he was seemingly polite it enough to have it phase through the wall rather than blowing a big hole right in Luke's new establishment. "Ruffians, come. Let us not trouble this glad event with excessive bloodshed." A small amount is OK!

Lorien (185) has posed:
"And here I thought I would have nothing to drink tonight," technoorganic spider man murmurs to himself. Hunched over the table and phone, his 'wings' begin to unfold into four long, thin orb-weaver legs, which spread out and drop down like a cage around him, two resting their tips on the table, two on the floor behind him. He continues to observe the positions of the Hand and their intent.

Power Girl has posed:
    Annnnnd Karen happens to open the door to the bar....just as ninjas attack. She WANTED a drink.....at least one. Too much to ask? Apparently tonight it was.

Karen sighs a bit as she walks her way to the bar....and sees a hammer appear in one person's hand. Must be Thor. "Can you make a whiskey sour when this is all over?" She says sitting at the bar to watch....seems others have this well in hand....so far.

Wolverine has posed:
    "Yeah." Patch hears what Luke is selling. "Ah hear ya, kid." Patch loves saying that. "Ah can't help that they followed YOU here. I jus' happened to be inna neighbourhood, and tha' rest is history." Patch twirls the knife again and admires it's balance. "Tell ya what, Cage. Ah'll send tha' bill ta' "Iron Clad". He's got tha' money. Should be here too..." Patch grumbles as Luke does his announcement. Like the Hand has EVER negotiated about who they be killin'.

    Looking over at Morgan, Logan grins, and nods respectfully. "AH can appreciate a dame that gets her hands dirty. Just don't get yerself killed." Patch moves forward, and with a quick reach into his jacket pulls out another knife. Two knives. After all, the claws would be too obvious as to who he really was. This time, he was Patch. Adjusting his eye patch on his left eye to ensure it was still there, he charges, taking only a moment to admire Molly and her work. Logan also frowns as Elizabeth orders someone to call the Cops. "Great. Cops." Patch says under his breath. Let alone Lorien. Was that...wings?

    Thor. Bjorn. "Dammit, we gotsa ourselves a damn Viking reunion. You two..." Patch waves to Thor and Bjorn, "Try to limit yerselves to beatin' up tha' damn Ninjas, not the bar or the patrons? This means you Thor!!!" As a Ninja spears him with a sword, Patch grunts. That one went right through. "Ah liked this shirt..."

    Twisting, Patch takes the sword from the Ninja's hands, reverses the thrust as he removes it from his chest, and impales the Hand minion. "Ugh." Spitting blood, he pauses to heal for a second and crokes out. "Beers on Luke when we're done. Lotsa beers. Kegs."

    Gasping fer breath, Patch then peers at Bjorn through gritted teeth, "And don't call me "Patchy" ", as he stabs another Hand Ninja through the throat. "Now look wha' ya made me do, dammit? Carotid spurt! Dammit! Now ah owe a dollar to Luke's stoopid swear jar! Dammit! Ugh, another! S**t." Coughing blood near Karen, Logan looks at her, blinks, and wipes the blood off his face with the back of his hand. Logan sniffs, rolls his eyes, tries to stand up straight, and nearly collapses in her arms. "That one almost hurt."

    

Morgan McNally has posed:
Morgan will shoot Patch an amused look. "Oh honey, you're about to have a lot to appreciate." There's even a quick wink, before she will move. There's no super speed, but there is a definite note of martial arts.. but no one distinct style. There's a catch of an arm, and the snap of breaking bones. Then there's a simple fireman's carry after a knockout blow, to carry the ninja out the door to dump on the sidewalk. She's good patron, see? She'll come back for more, and keep dumping them outside, carrying people like it's nothing... even in killer high heels.

Gypsy Moth has posed:
One of the Ninja seems to decide to try to get to patch by going through the girl sitting calmly at the bar. Big mistake, somehow his sash belt wraps around his legs, tripping him, and his collar tightens around his neck, choking the air out of him.

Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
     A single gunshot rings out from beyond the doorway of the bar splatting into the back of one of the hand minions. He slumps forward falling down to the ground. As he hits the floor with a thud a man can be seen standing in the doorway silhouetted in the light.

     The man is clearly on the older side, with balding pure white hair on his head. He's dressed in a dark blue suit with a matching tie, his jacket is left open to one side to reveal a small holster which once contained a pistol now in his hand.

     The pistol in his hand is a Walther PPK 7.65mm, still smoking for a moment. He walks in slowly to the bar, before firing off another shot into a Hand minion. "Pardon my interruption, but could someone fetch me a vesper?" A single perfectly polished boot steps on the hand of one of the fallen ninjas.

Elizabeth Greene has posed:
"What the fu--" Beth owes the swear jar a dollar as she sees Patch get stabbed only to pull the weapon out and turn it on his attacker. He's still moving, talking and making smart comments. There is a woman moving and superspeed and apparently Thor is in the building, teaming up with the big viking guy. She almost gets a sword to the head as she lets herself get distracted.
    Ducking to the side, she brings up an arm to twist with the swordarm of her attacker, locking him in place. A knee comes up, striking sharply into his ribs. He tries to come around the opposite way only to have her grab him around the throat. A quick spin and twist as she goes back to back with him, still keeping a grip on that sword arm to keep it out of play.

His head is pulled back, mask facing the ceiling. Then she tightens down and gives a sharp jark. The blood to his brain ceases to flow and he falls limply to the floor behind her. She kicks the sword out of his reach then goes for a finishing punch to the face so he won't be waking up soon. Not dead but he won't be getting back up.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn grins "If you say so Patchy" he says in a jolly voice "Do not worry Friend...Bjorn rather NOT destroy a place he plans to visit regularly" and with that he moves forward and grapples a ninja!

The ninja sees Bjorn comming and slashes downward at Bjorn shoulder! The sword slices in DEEP and stays there. The Ninja steps back a moment as Bjorn shakes a finger before it luanches forward as a punch to the Ninjas gut - the Ninja flies backwards and hits a wall before sliding to the ground.

"Perhaps drinking contest while we fight?" he asks Thor as another Ninja jumps on his back. He flips that ninja over him and onto the ground hard - enough to make the ground shake. Though he looks to Alfred "Let us be avoiding the killing Friend" he request of Alfred with a smile. He seems to always be smiling.

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly's not one for talking when there's a fight at hand, especially when it's a fight with The Hand. She might have a thing against ninja's in particular. Staying one step ahead of the ninja isn't going to work long term, but as the one is dropped his friend comes in behind him and she steps offside, leading with her head to keep it out of the path of the sword that slides by at a hairsbreadth and planting her right hand deep into his pit even as she sweeps the leg.

    She's not playing for unconscious as she dips towards a third with the intent to hamstring even as their blade skips against her collarbone and draws a red hot line down her back in the effort to try and put the unexpected threat down.

Thor has posed:
"I shall endeavor that minimal harm comes upon the establishment," Thor replies to Patch, sounding quite sincere. "Though, as thou sayeth, foremost must be the safety of its patrons." However, amidst all of this, at least someone who goes running (some poor normie who thought it would be fun hanging out at the supers bar, maybe?) leaving a drink he ordered unguarded upon the bar. Striding toward the ninjas, the Asgardian pauses and sets Mjolnir upon the bartop with a heavy thud, where it shall remain, an immovable setpiece. With his hand freed, he reaches for the glass, just as one of the ninjas comes charging for him, which he rather casually punches with the other. Naturally, Mr. Pajamas goes flying, even as Thor lifts the glass to Bjorn and then tips it back to empty the contents. "A fine idea, my friend!"

The hammer is reclaimed a moment later, although it seems generally that the Asgardian's intent is not to unleash it within these confines, where perhaps such power would be difficult to safely contain. Subtlety and precision have never been the paramount talents of the God of Thunder. He wades toward the swarm, and as several ninjas approach him, grabs up one while striking the other over the head with the butt-end of the hammer's grip, which with his strenght, is still quite ample to send the would-be assassin on a quick trip the the floor. The other he tosses at one of its fellows.

Lorien (185) has posed:
The two legs on Lorien's table raise up, and together, begin rapidly weaving a long strip of white, semi-translucent fabric in seconds. The ribbon of fresh cloth is shot on a long strand of silk towards Karen and 'Patch'. "Wrap his neck, that will staunch the bleeding. Sticky side against the skin. Don't worry, it will unadhere in about a day or so."
    Helping 'Patch' seems to have been the wrong thing to do; at least one member of the Hand takes it upon himself to come after the spider where he sits, sword raised high, assuming Lorien to be one of 'Patch's' allies.
    *sh-TINK!* The diagonal slice towards the spider's head is blocked by one leg, as Lorien turns to stare at the man, deadpan. The ninja steps back and draws a second sword, and assaults Lorien with both. A rapid fire series of sword blows are parried one after the other by all four of the spider's long legs, while he remains seated.

Power Girl has posed:
    One of the hand ninjas actually brings a katana down upon Karen's shoulder.....where it promptly snaps off at it's base. Karen....slowly turns around and sighs a bit as she gets to her feet. "You know. I -WAS- going to stay out of this." She raises her hand.....

and FLICKS the ninja on the forehead.

The ninja goes flying out of the open front door, and is hit by a passing beer truck on the highway. If he wasn't dead from the flick, he certainly is from the passing beer truck hitting him...going in the opposite direction.

Then karen casually takes off her glasses and lays them on the bar. "Well...if I don't want to destroy the bar...I'll have to really pull my punches."

Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
     "I wouldn't worry too much about them." As he readies for another shot moving through the bar with all the smooth charisma of a man who's walked several thousand before. His each step is calm and calculated as he moves and speaks ducking out of the way of an oncoming slice from a ninja.

     "Rubber bullets laced with a potent nerotoxin." He states calmly and quickly before ducking from another hit. He's slowed quite a bit with age but he can still keep up with men well over half his age. "They won't be moving any time soon but they won't be dieing either."

     A back and fourth struggle beginning between the two while Alfred speaks. There's some fast motions from the elderly assailant against the ninja. It's a wonder he can even make half of the moves he is. "Trust me I've no intention of walking into a bar and killing people." As he fires a round point blank into his assailant.

Wolverine has posed:
    Spitting blood onto the floor, Patch grimaces, and looks up just in time to stop a sword moving to decapitate him with his forearm. Grunting in pain as the sword stops at the adamantium reinforced forearm bone, Patch twists, takes the blade, and shoves it through the eye holes of the ninja mask. One more down. Stumbling a bit, Patch inhales, with a gurgling sound, and says, "Frack, I hate this." Patch blinks. Looks at Cage. And says, "Fine. Another dollar. Ah'm using Canadian dollars though. That's at least 60 cents onna dollar." Logan grins, spits some more blood on the floor, and stands up straight. "Next."

    Everyone is now getting into the action. Morgan winks at Patch, which he would blush about iff'n he had any blood left. Sybil deals with a ninja in a unique way. Patch takes a moment to catch his breat by leaning against the bar and regarding Karen with a knowing grin as the sword snaps on her shoulder. Patch suddenly feels bad for the ninjas.

    Hearing the gunshot, Patch looks, and frowns. Pennyworth. Vesper indeed. With a grin, Patch returns to the fight with a grimace of pain. Noting that it looks like Molly and Elizabeth can handle themselves, Patch stops paying too much attention to them - he admires how each one deals with their ninja and nods in respect. Nice.

    Growling at Bjorn as he deals with what is in front of him, Patch points at the two in the back. "Right." Patch waves to Bjorn and the right Ninja. "Left." Patch throws a knife at the left one, which impales the ninja in the chest without looking at the ninja. It slowly cumples to the ground. Then, Patch turns his attention to the next situation.

    "Thanks. Thor." Patch glares as the hammer "thumps" on the bar. "Don't let Luke see that. He can be...grumpy." As Patch's eyes scan the fray, his eyes lay on Lorien's for a moment, as the man dels with his adversary in a unique way. Interesting.
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Gypsy Moth has posed:
The Ninja who is tangled in his own sash uses a blade to cut the neckliece of his costume, thinking it will help him breathe, but for some reason, even though the cloth is no longer binding him, his airway is still blocked. Gypsy Moth's power works as well on human tissue as on cloth, such as holding the vocal cords together so air can not pass through them. The Ninja tries to throw a star t the woman he is certain is causing this, but his arm cramps and the stt sticks in the roof over her head. Sybil tries to look calm, but this is starting to be a strain on her powers...

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    A youngish woman peers into Luke's bar, she's dressed in a navy skirt that extends to just below her knee, an eggshell blouse under a tailored jacket that matches the skirt - a magnetic ID card is clipped to the jacket and reads 'Kate Bishop' and 'Stark-Fujikawa'. Hher hair is tied back with an elastic and our of her eyes with a few silvery clips.

    There's a fight going on. Still, there's a bar, so she sidesteps all the dying ninjas and runty Canadians bleeding everywhere and makes her way from the door to where the drinks are kept. Someone will sling some drinks, surely?

Crusader has posed:
"Right!" Bjorn booms bck to Patch seeming to have gotten the mans meaning. The ninja he had previously slammed into the ground is picked back up and swing into the torso of the approaching ninja! Both of them toppled back groaning.

Bjorn takes this moment to swipe a drink and downs it in one go! Seems he was serious about the drinking contest! As he does so several ninja stars are thrown at him and become embedded in his back. Bjon goes stiff and wide eye "By Juthuums beard!" he exclaims and oddly rubs at his eyes as if those were hit instead of his back

He shakes it off and faces the offending ninjas, the dozen stars still embedded in his back! He got Alfred word and wasn't so worried. Though he noted how one went flying out the door and into the truck...as well as others that seem to have died "...und Patchy was worried aboot The Vikings!" he notes

Molly Millions has posed:
    Molly isn't immune to pain, by any measure. It doesn't stop her from completing the motion and leaving the third ninja on the ground flailing, but means that rather than follow up immediately she jerks back towards the wall, shrugging out of her jacket and dropping it on the floor. The circuitry seemingly tattooed on her arms might be, well, mostly black, or at least, dark enough to pass for that, a shoulder holster tucked under her right arm.

    She doesn't reach for her gun, too many bodies in the place for that, but there's a grim kind of smile offered for the pair that decide to take advantage and try to hem her in. She's not got Patch's healing factor, by any measure, so is content to buy herself a few seconds at least to let the borrowed nanites in her system at least try to do some work on her wound. Although evidence that she's not unarmed is as simple as the bodies left behind her and the blood on her hands, her blades aren't in evidence as she spreads her hands slightly. What. Her? Dangerous? Nah.

Power Girl has posed:
    Seeing one of their number get 'pasted', another ninja goes for karen....this time with a chain and sickle. The ninja manages to wrap it around Karen's arm, but the 'leverage' is in Karen's favor...who manages to catch the ninja by the leg....upside down.

Karen....making sure no one is looking....and uses her heat vision to cut off the ninja's leg....dropping him where he was.

The ninja screams, but karen seems to pay it little mind. "You know...ninjas are supposed to be quiet. Didn't you learn that at....ninja school or whatever the heck it is?" By the, the ninja has already passed out. "Well then.....Just lay there. At least you'll be quiet then." She then watches as everyone else beats up ninjas....with her foot on the back of her passed out ninja.

Lorien (185) has posed:
    Lorien glances around at the chaos taking place in close quarters, particularly when the gun is fired more than once. "Well, if everyone's more or less killing them, I suppose no one is going to mind," he thinks out loud, looking back to the ninja that hasn't get managed to break his defenses.
    Two of the tips of his arachnoid limbs open into claws and grab the blades that had been swinging so deftly at him. The other two legs open as well, but this time strands of webbing shoot towards the ninja's torso at close range, striking his attire.
    The rest of it happens so fast the agent of the Hand almost looks like he's being spun, swords being yanked from hands and dropped to the ground as all four legs cocoon the assailant in silk. Lorien busies himself lifting the ninja effortlessly until nothing is left exposed.
    Standing up from his seat, he pockets his cellphone, shooting two webs to the ceiling, carrying himself and his cocooned prey upwards, off the floor and out of the way of everyone else.

Thor has posed:
Thor continues in a like fashion. For the first part of the fight, he cleans up various alcohol that has been left by fleeing patrons or otherwise. Later on, he actually gets around to leaning over the counter with an emptied pint glass to refill it from the tap, doing this while holding back a ninja with his other hand, in sort of a big brother 'keepaway' motion, palm on the masked man's forehead so that his swings can't reach the towering blonde Asgardian. Of course, since the ninja is a little smarter than someone's six year old brother, he does try chopping off the hand holding him back... it's just, you know, not gonna work.

"It only sounds heavy!" he tells Patch at some point, with laugh. Of course, that's maybe half true. The hammer doesn't have a physical weight to match it's metaphorical weight of judgment, but... it's still a metal hammer. So, maybe a scratch or two. What? It gives a good wooden countertop 'character.'

Still, this goes on, his mix of drinking and fighting. Sometimes, he's fight-drinking, clobbering at least one ninja that dares too near with his pint glass. "Ah... that, I will pay for!" It's not a barfight until some glasswear gets smashed. A grin at Bjorn, and then back to the fray.

Of course, amidst his revelry-slash-combat, he keeps watch on some of the others. Molly gets a quick glance and a grin as she seems to be holding her own, and he can't help but notice Karen enter and send a few flying. Hopefully he misses the eye-leg-lasering. "Ah! Another has joined us, and she a warrior-maiden befitting the Valkyries themselves!"

Elizabeth Greene has posed:
    Beth doesn't wait for the next one to move in, she moves toward them. A spinning backkick sends the blade arm out wide, allowing her to chamber her leg back and fire it hard into the center of the ninja's chest. Nothing will be broken but the air is forced from his lungs as he falls backwards. Yet, he won't let go of that sword. She pursues, putting her foot on his wrist. He grabs the back of her knee, bringing her down hard to the floor beside him. As he tries to bring the blade up, she blocks with one arm as the other swings in sharply. A blow to the side of the neck upon the carotoid has him collapsing bonelessly. A swift kick to the head and he's out for the rest of the fight.
    She flips to her feet, taking the sword up with her this time and looks for her next opponent.

Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
     Alfreds focus goes onto a single ninja. The two enter into a deadly dance as knives are thrown and the elderly butler does what he can to keep up. *BIFF* *KATHUNG* *THWACK* Goes the fists back and fourth as the two go over a table just barely missing the laser vision from Power Girl.

     Rolling over one side then the other they tumble along with the ease and grace of two well trained fighters. Alfred seems to be holding strong with the battle as his gun goes right back into the holster. This fight is one he has to take without the help of his gun. At least that's what he's telling himself as he realizes just how close his own actions are at the moment to bruce.

     "He'd never let me live this down." He mutters to himself as he's thrown off into a wall soaring over patch and into the wall. The ninja who'd been on top of him runs across the bar pulling out his blades to send flying right through Alfred head. "Time out for a moment?" He asks with a bit of a deadpan expression.

Wolverine has posed:
    With a final stab, and a quick slash, the last ninja falls, either unconscious or dead. "Seven." Patch says, non-chalantly. Patch wipes the blood from the nice sword he was going to keep on the Ninja's clothes, and stands up.

    Hearing the sirens in the distance, Patch sighs and says, "If only there was a cop around that could run point onna mess comin' this way fast."

    As things settle down, and everyone is breathing heavy, it looks like they have all taken down all of the Hand's Ninjas - together. An amazing show of teamwork, even from the Viking types. The room was filled with bodies, blood, and swords, shurikens, knives, sais, and other ninja paraphenalia. What a mess. "Glad ah ain't cleaning up. We got a butler for that." His eyes find Alfred with a glint o' mischief.

    Patch looks all over the bar at the bodies, and strangely enough, there were no civilian casualties. Blinking in shock, not only from the loss of blood, but at that fact, Patch frowns. Looking over his shoulder, he takes the bottle of Scotch, pours a small shot glass, leaves it on the bar, and finishes the entire bottle all by itself. With a loud "BURP" he wipes his hand across his mouth, looks at each and every one of the people that had taken down these ninjas, and says, "What?!?"

Gypsy Moth has posed:
Sybil nonchalantly continues to sit at the bar, trying to look like she is not doing anything as the ninja passes out frol lack of air. She claps her hands, "I highly reccomend the floor show at this pace, I will be sure to tell my friends about the excellent entertainment."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    Kate collects a fallen stool and sets us up next to the bar. She sits, seemingly not noticing the chaos swirling around her. "I want a drink." she calls, slapping the bar with the palm of her hand. She's produced an ID, which she also taps on the bar top. "Hellllooooo? Anyone?" and she sighs. "Cage? Where the hell are you? I come to your place and there's noone to serve." she calls, as Patch finishes off the last of the ninjas. "Sorry." she says to the tiny Canadian man. "I would've helped, but I'm off-duty."

Molly Millions has posed:
    Siren's... that's... pretty much Molly's cue to bounce. She waits for the first of the two ninja's who thought they'd cornered her to stab and redirects it into the chest of his friend, winding up taking a blade from the second one even as his buddy winds up stabbing him and dispatching the other one with blades to the throat before she has time to realize that there's... well, an awful lot of bodies, and sirens in the distance.

    First things first. Blade out of side, grab jacket from the ground. Her lenses go Thor's way briefly but looks like she at least is going to try and slip off before the police show up given the way she endeavors to throw her jacket back on and try to head for the door.

Crusader has posed:
Bjorn himself has visited the bar for a pick me up again and again. The rookie bartender filling his glass each time. Though he couldn't help but notice...someone had their leg lazered off - the stench of buned flesh evident. He looks to Karen having seen her do it...but make no mention of it - the guy wasn't dead and it mutant town.

"Bjorn does not think a butler get paied enough for this...what butler?" he suddenly wonders. But than he looks up towards Lorien "...you are bringing him down for the officers, yes?"
    Bjorn begins to round up what Ninjas he could into a pile, it seems he has done this before. When Patch ask what Bjorn looks to him "WHat? You drink, Bjorn drink, Thor Drink, everyone drink drink!"

He looks to Kate and blinks slowly. He cants his head...he does not understand humans sometimes. And that comming from a man that used to be humans. "So what is the deal with these ninjas?" he wonders he takes another drink, waving a good bye to Molly. "Hauf good day lass!" and with that he actually does take the time to make sure any of the more wounded ninjas are stabalized - they were still people after all

Luke Cage has posed:
    Luke kept his promise and took his pile of ninjas outside. So by the time he gets back to the door and pulls it open to come back inside... he can see the carnage and destruction that has happened. He looks around, surveying everything at once, but he doesn't say anything. There's no need to say anything. The look on his face shows it.

    Also, he happens to not have a shirt on. Again. Fighting ninjas tends to make his shirts go away because of all the slicing and dicing that happens to his clothes thanks to the ninjas.

    Cage just walks past any and everyone, even friends, at this moment to get back to his spot behind the bar. He grabs his towel and throws it back on his shoulder, reaches over to set the swear jar back upright and pushes it towards the crowd of bar defenders. He knows some of them probably gotta' slide something in there.

    Round on me." is all he has to really say about all the stuff that just went down.

Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
     Coming back to a stand Alfred adjusts his tie for a moment. A low nod of his head is given towards patches. "Fortunately for all of us I find the police have a habit of assisting in the cleanup detail." As he also adjusts his suit jacket back closed. His own focus returns back to the bar where he sets down for a quick drink. It's been a long, been a long, been a long, been a long day.

     Of course after a single drink he'll happily wander back off for the rest of his shopping trip.

Power Girl has posed:
    Sirens.

That was not going to look good for Karen, especially when she DOES look a little familiar to a woman that actually put the smackdown on Superman a year or so ago.

"Ennnnh.....I think I'll get a drink here another time." She says casually jogging her way out of the bar and around it.

A few seconds later, the building shakes from sonic boom....but at ground level.

Perhaps Karen Starr had a reason to not be there?

Lorien (185) has posed:
    "No," Lorien replies to Bjorn. "He assaulted me with deadly force, I am well within my rights to dispose of him in self-defense. Besides, I can't afford to pass up a meal this big. Do you have any idea how many pigeons and rats I have to eat to sustain myself? I'll give you a hint: It's a very large number."
    He eyes Molly. "You there. Stay. I don't think anyone's going to bother you in here, nor are they going to turn you in. Besides, I can't feel any other technorgs around, and I'd like to ask some questions if I may--" The cocoon is wiggling, muffled noises of panic. "-- Excuse me, my dinner's smothering, and while a fast heartrate is good for envenomation, premature death isn't."

Thor has posed:
Basically, the fight ends for Thor when ninjas stop attempting to interrupt him pouring drinks. Or at least, that's when he realizes it's over! He looks around, almost as if surprised, maybe even as if dissapointed. But at least now he can drink in peace. Naturally, the mighty Prince of Asgard has nothing to hide from the mortal authorities EITHER, nor would a proud warrior run from his deeds even were it the case. No, he remains where he is, and when Luke returns, is happy to resume his drinking in more legitimate fashion.

"You may place any of the damaged glassware or otherwise upon friend Tony's mark of credit," he explains, with a vague gesture. Whenever he manages to get a drink in hand again, he hoists it upward in a toast. "To this fine establishment, its brave patrons, and stalwart tavern-keep!" He doesn't ask about the ninjas. It's not even his business nor even remotely strange. But it made for an entertaining evening!

Gypsy Moth has posed:
Sybil casually drops a few hundred-dollar bills on the bar, "Hopefully this will help pay for damages. There is something like two thousand dolars there. She walks out without aother word, no point is talking to the police, she is just a innocent bystander.

Wolverine has posed:
    Saddling up at the bar, Patch looks over at Kate, and nods. "Thanks." Looking down at the small shot glass of scotch, Patch says, "Hey. Luke. Got any more a' tha' good stuff? Ah'm thirsty." Patch coughs, ignores the shirtless Luke's sitrep, notices the blood on the counter, and tries to clean it up with a napkin. Tossing back his last drink o' scotch, Patch adds, "Why's it always gotta be Ninjas?"

    As Sybil makes her comment, and tosses some money on the bar, Patch grins, and nods. "Tell everyone! Luke will need tha' bizness after this." His eyes scan the rest of the crowd and watches as Molly sneaks out. WIth a nod, Logan says, "Smart girl..." almost under his breath. Looking at Bjorn, Patch truly grins. "You got it bub. Everyone drinks. And heals." Logan grimaces as his lungs try to knit themselves together. "You'd think I'd learn ta' block that by now. Frackin'..." Lookin' at the swear jar, Patch grimcaes again. "Dammit..."

    Patches looks at Alfred, squints, and says, almost under his breath, "AH know you?" Patch sniffs, and his frown grows deeper. As he leaves, and then Karen leaves, Patch shakes his head, and taps the bar again. "As ah'm ABOOT to be arrested, Cagey, let's get another double. Or double bottle." Lorien's words and then Thor's follow up, are absorbed as well, as he looks up, way up at Cage. "Well? Give Thor a triple."

Molly Millions has posed:
    It's half the steps to the door before Molly realizes that Lorien's addressing her, not that it stops her from continuing to walk, carefully, backwards, among the pile of dead and unconscious ninjas even as she opts for,"Sirens. You want to answer cops, you have fun with that." a salute offered as she slips off. She might be lacking in sonic boom departments, but she's got this feeling cops wont quite be so understanding about the whole thing in her current state.

Crusader has posed:
"Give me an entire Barrel Cage!" Bjorn requests - and yes he looked big enough to handle it. He was still competing with Thor after all and the look on his face says he was in it to win it.

He didn't try and stop Molly from leaving, but he looks up at Lorien "And you well out of your rights to eat people" Bjorn says. "Come on Spider Friend, we just kicked Ninja butt, tell you what, you bring man down, Bjorn promise to try and help find you a new comparable food source that full fills your needs" he bargans - and the man does give the sense he dosn't lie. He knows being 'unsual' can have some steep problems, and sometimes death can't be helped. But in this case, not only can it be helped...but yea letting someone eat sapiant beings (human or otherwise) does not sit well with him. He didn't seem to worried about the cops

Elizabeth Greene has posed:
    The situation resolved, Beth finds herself in a predicament. She frowns as she turns to the man who is still cowering under the table. Taking back her pohne. "Thanks," she murmurs as he mind races. A dollar is deposited into the swear jar as she walks past. She glances to the crowd and slips to the door leading to the alleyway. A few moments later and she is gone into the night.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    "Don't mention it. It was the least I could do." Kate says sarcastically to Patch, then looks back to Cage as he makes his way behind the bar. "Got any cider, or just beer?" she asks the large tavern owner. The sirens wail again and she thinks better. "Eh, maybe just a diet soda." Her ID goes away, stuffed in the top of her blouse, not in her little purse.

Lorien (185) has posed:
    Lorien makes a face. This face: :|
    "I don't want your help or your promises." He reaches to the head of the cocoon and pulls webbing away from the man's nose and mouth. Cue huge gasp and angry Japanese expletives. "There is no comparable food source. I know. I've looked. There's only live prey, which this world has plenty of. There are eight billion of these things overpopulating planet, and you're going to hem and haw over the death of one that is obviously trained for murder?" Lorien shakes his head, letting the cocoon go. Attached to the ceiling, it jerks and bungies slightly as it falls and hangs there, wiggling and cursing.
    Lorien, too, hangs from his extra legs, which walk him across the ceiling and down the wall, his regular arms folded over his chest. Once his feet touch down, the extra legs release the wall and fold themselves down against his back.
    "Heh. So much for drinks then. Have your way. I'll just take my meals elsewhere."

Thor has posed:
"Can we order in such quantities?" Thor wonders, when Bjorn speaks up, seeming surprised but perhaps also quite intrigued by the possibility of speeding things along by skipping the idea of waiting for individual glasses. "If it is so, then I will have the same, barkeep!" Which means that Luke has just gotten a request for two... barrels? Kegs, more likely, even if the Viking crew might not use the terminology. But all the same. And they sound totally serious about the whole thing.

Of course, there is more important business yet to be concerned with. "Do you require that I speak with the constabulary?" he then wonders, perhaps of the man in charge or perhaps just the room in general, looking between some of the others nearby, including those who seem worried over the police, yet haven't already fled. "They are familiar with the Avengers, and I will speak to the honor with which those present faced these bandit interlopers!"

Luke Cage has posed:
    Sirens suck. Not to mention there's all this stuff to clean up. And then, he's supposed to meet with his squad too. This is has been one hell of a night. Cage looks around at everyone gathered and holds up a hand to the people that are offering assistance or asking about things. "I'll handle it. I got this." Apparently, Luke Cage is too proud to be accepting help or even money from the Stark. He'll get his bar fixed some other way. Either with a check from Danny or he'll just do it himself.

    "What a night." Cage leaves Apprentice Boy in charge of the actual bar, before giving a nod to Patch and heading for the back room. He needs a minute. Or at the very least a commercial break.

    Meanwhile, Apprentice is about to get everybody's free drinks wrong.