2694/Log 2694

Log 2694
Date of Scene:	04 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ahadiel, Okhotnik, Exo-Girl

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Ahadiel has posed:
    It's not often that Angela finds herself in this part of town. However, in this specific case, she's making a delivery. Specifically a stained glass window to the Church to replace one of those shattered by some anti-mutant hooligans. She's currently chatting amiably with one of the priests, assuring him that there's no charge for it, but just taking a receipt anyway for tax purposes.

    Because even angels fear the IRS. But with that done, the rather ordinary looking young woman descends down the steps, glancing around curiously as she sees all the places where those in need can go, and sighs just a bit sadly under her breath.

Okhotnik has posed:
Mutant Town is a bit the worse for wear. Such is true even after as much time since the attacks of Darkseid's invasion. But here, on these streets, the usual hired crews are few and far between, if present at all. Instead, it is the citizens themselves who are out on the streets, working to clean away rubble, make repairs, and try to put their lives back into some semblance of order.

And the non-citizens too.

At the moment the nearest 'work crew' is in fact a sizeable gang of homeless persons, every one of them less than perfectly kempt, though some are worse than others. But each and every one is doing what he or she can. The leader of the effort seems to be an average-height ash blonde dressed in olive drab and desert tan, the army surplus gear that usually denotes a vet. She guides pretty quietly, with looks, pointed fingers, nods and such. She also lifts some of the heaviest pieces of rubble herself to get them moved. She doesn't look flabby, but she's lifting multi-ton hunks of concrete and stone and steel.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela makes her way by the work crew, and pauses a bit as she sees Klavdiya lift things that isn't quite possible for normal human beings. She smiles a bit, and says, "Pretty impressive there." The really odd thing?

    It's in fluent Russian. With a bit of an accent that could place on in St. Petersburg.

Okhotnik has posed:
The homeless woman's response is, probably, not what one would expect. She doesn't pause. Doesn't even hesitate. To a normal human's perceptions she would actually blur as she snaps into a spin, throwing the hunk of concrete she was carrying towards the dumpster into which they have been loading things and then throws herself back towards the rubble and a jacket that lays there. When she comes up from the rough roll and twist she does so with a mean-looking serated knife in one hand and a heavy pistol in the other; these are not merely weapons of self-defense, but killer's tools, well-kempt and in good working order like those of one whose life depends upon them.

There are just way too many people around here who drop Russian for no reason.

~// "Who are you? What do you want?" //~ the woman snarls in sharply-edged Russian. There's clearly an edge of paranoia there; something about being spoken to in her native tongue - there is no denying it is her native tongue - has set her off like few things could.

Meanwhile, the homeless start scattering, and fast. Apparently they identify anything and anyone that can make their 'leader' react this way as bad news; it's a self-defense thing for them, as they don't want to be caught in the middle. They trust Diya to protect them; that doesn't mean they have to be on the front lines, catching stray bullets, thanks.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela blinks once at the reaction, but looks pretty unfazed at the gun and knife. Though she does seem somewhat impressed by the speed, as she continues in Russian, "Oh, Russian, right. Sorry, it's an instinct. People hear what I'm saying in their native tongue. Talent." She arches a brow, "But I just wanted to compliment you on the work you're doing. It's nice to see this area getting rebuilt."

Okhotnik has posed:
The armed woman's eyes narrow, a flush of gold caught within their grey-green irises, and her nostrils visibly flare as she keeps her distance, weapons still raised and ready. She stays back, but does lower her weapons a bit as she eyes Angela carefully. "I ... apologize." she offers, uncertainly.

English. Better.

"Thank you." Diya offers, after a delay as she tries to unknot some of the tension in her corded muscles. "We do not have the resources to do much building. But we can at least help to clear the wreckage, and offer labor to those who have the resources for building."

Humility, thy name is Diya. Who hasn't given a name yet.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles a little, concentrating a bit as she responds, also in English. "Sorry, it takes some... effort, to not do that on instinct. But did you need a hand with anything? I already helped repair and replace the glass for the church." She gestures towards St. Margaret's, then smiles wryly, "Being an artist should always be good for people who have the most need of it, don't you think?"

Exo-Girl has posed:
     Heavy footsteps approach, and a figure in what looks like black power armor, a high visibility vest draped over it arrives, with what looks like a bag of cement over each shoulder, the weight not seeming to bother her. The bags thud to the ground as Exo-Girl spots the gun, slowly advancing towards the pair. "Whoah, everything's okay, nobody's hurting anyone while I'm around. What's going on here?"

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela glances over at Sev, and arches a brow, "Everything is fine, I think. Just a misunderstanding is all." She doesn't look terribly threatened, despite Klavdiya having a gun and a knife out and pointed in her general direction. "At least, I'm pretty sure that's what it is."

Okhotnik has posed:
Diya inhales deeply, then exhales slowly, lowering the weapons and tucking them away behind her back; one hopes there are scabbards or holsters or something back there. She looks up at the black-armored woman and just stares, that golden glow returning to her eyes in passing. "No one is hurting anyone." she answers.

Diya then steps up onto the rubble she rolled over, making sure to put herself up in view of everyone - all of her people, the homeless of Mutant Town. "It is alright. She is not the threat I thought she might be."

The Russian woman says nothing more, just walks back down the other side of the rubble to the sidewalk, moving towards Angela and Exo-Girl as she scoops up pieces of the rubble she broke, tossing them into the hopper for clearance.

To Angela, Diya eventually offes, "I'm not really sure what that means." But she doesn't ask her to repeat it in Russian; she just accepts confusion.

To Exo-Girl Diya comments, "Need water in one of the wheelbarrows, so we can mix that up. Thank you for bringing it." She points towards one of the very few wheelbarrows the homeless work crew has handy. They don't have good water access either, so she asks the better off for help.

Exo-Girl has posed:
Sev relaxes visibly once the weapons disappear. "Just checking. There's been enough fighting around here lately." She nods to the pair, taking a step towards Angela. "Exo-Girl. Just trying to help out around here, and keeping the peace." Diya's request gets another nod. "Okay. I'll take this load out," She gestures to a wheelbarrow laden with rebar, "and I'll bring it back with water." Lifting the handles with ease, she takes off at a brisk jog, wheelbarrow rattling as it crosses the gaps in the pavement.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela smiles over at Exo-Girl, "Angela Davis. I live down in Hell's Kitchen, but with the damage to the Church, I decided to redo their stained glass windows that were wrecked in the fighting." She hrms, "Well, helping out is something we should all be doing, it's encouraging to see so many people doing precisely that."

Okhotnik has posed:
"Danke." the Russian woman offers to Exo-Girl's back as she disappears with the wheelbarrow.

To Angela Diya offers, not looking up yet from the concrete she's hefting and tossing into the hopper, "We cannot offer much else. But this place is our home, too. So we are doing what we can." Diya takes no credit for this, despite the fact that most of her homeless would just have moved on, abandonning Mutant Town to its own devices until someone else took care of things. Diya is the one who organized this.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela looks curiously at Diya, then nods, "Well, that's really all you can do, right?" She hmms and doesn't move away just yet, watching the others do their work, "Don't suppose you wanted another set of hands to help out? I might be an artist, but my specialty is blacksmithing... it's not like I'm afraid of hard work."

Exo-Girl has posed:
Sev returns a few moments later, wheelbarrow emptied of rebar and now filled with water. "Here you go. Anything else that needs doing, or..." She peers over her shoulder, back down the street. "GOod to meet you both though."

Okhotnik has posed:
"We can always use more hands." Diya responds. She hefts more concrete, lugging it over and throwing it into the hopper. "But there are things you can do for this place that we cannot. That would likely be a better use of your time, yes? To do the things that we cannot?"

To Exo-Girl, Diya nods. "Danke. We use this to patch cracks where we can. Simple work. Not pretty, but done, safer than leaving alone." And just like that, the homeless wrok crew continues.

Ahadiel has posed:
    Angela chuckles, "Well, I could, but if you want me to paint a mural there's not much point until we have a large enough surface that I can really do some work on, right?" She grins, "Besides, sooner we get a nice big wall put up, sooner I can do the work I do best."