2722/Log 2722

Log 2722
Date of Scene:	06 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Fox, Rainmaker

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Fox has posed:
        You can hear the music from half a block away this time of night, the harsh throb of some vaporwave nonsense cranked up to 11. This joint, known simply as "The Rat hole" used to be in Gotham once upon a time believe it or not. These days it's in the sub basement of a vacant industrial lot in NYC. This is all important because this is the sort of place that'll sell you coke as well as a legit jack and coke right up on the bar, crammed full with all the very nastiest types you could expect to find here. Masterminds no, but the stupid and violent? Yeah this is there jam.

    Theres a high chainlink fence topped with barbed wire surrounding the joint, a pair of enormous bouncers upfront and another back at the entrance to the building itself. Fifteen or twenty in line out front, who knows how many inside. The NYPD should be all over this place of course, but they arent. Palms have been greased, and with the amount of hardware these patrons are probably packing it'd be suicide to try and raid the place right? Right?

    Nobody told Fox of course, not that she'd listen anyway. Her target is in there, and plenty of cash up for grabs if the reports are correct. So she stands in an alleyway just across the street, watching for the shadows for just a few minutes longer. Quietly she dips her hands, swinging up that subcarbine and giving the chamber a quick double check. "Commencer, merde."

Rainmaker has posed:
    On the other hand, sometimes there are people just trying to get home that have to walk through some areas that are not quite as safe as they could be. Sarah, in fact, is jogging, which she does sometimes in the evening. It's relatively safe...and she's not too worried about someone trying to attack her. It's not like she can't defend herself.

    Of course, she doesn't look much like she can, dressed as she is in fairly brief tank top, sports bra and lycra shorts with running shoes, her hair pulled up in a rough ponytail behind her.

    As she approaches the bar in question, she gets a faint expression of distaste, frowning as she glances over at the bouncers in question. They've given her a hard time before....well, not a hard time. They've flat out harrassed her as she ran past, and she's expecting they'll do the same. If this wasn't the shortest way back home....grrrr...

Fox has posed:
    That mask comes out of the darkness, seemingly suspended there in mid air as the camo Fox wears everywhere else slowly resolves. It's strange geometric shapes unfolding as the light plays across it's sharpened angles, the mass of blood red and it's faux shading is difficult to even discern at a glance until she turns to glance towards Rain head on. It's a fox mask, like the one from the papers and the internet and the rest. The bouncers notice it too of course, and with a shout things kick off.

    Fox swings that Carbine to shoulder and gets to work, sending a single string of rounds downrange. Enough to drive rounds into the braincase of all three bouncers in the blink of an eye, she doesn't even lose a step as she strolls casually across the street. Pausing at the entrance to peer down the line, before a simple wave of the hand dismisses the slack jawed potential patrons in a rush.

Rainmaker has posed:
    The sudden burst of gunfire startles Sarah...and like many bystanders, she dives for cover behind a car as some of those lurking outside the club run for the hills, or at least put something sturdy between them and the masked girl with the gun.

    Sarah peeks over after a moment, then gets a little pale at the sight of all three bouncers on the ground, with neat holes in their heads, blood dripping down the wall behind where one was hit. "...fuuuuuuck..." she mutters, turning her attention to the attack. "....Priss is gonna kill me..." she sighs, then slips out from behind the car, moving towards the club. She doesn't KNOW that everyone in there is a criminal...it's just a place that she avoids. And she isn't really wanting to see some poor waitress having been mowed down in some sort of gang hit in tomorrow's paper if she can prevent it.

Fox has posed:
    The club begins to empty, well it's a god damned riot to get out of the place. Gang colors flying, screaming and cursing and guns are flashed. A shot rings out, and then another and then comes the shouting and the scene only spills further out of control as criminals of every stripe come spilling out of the place. Theres a pause, as a trio of tuxedo clad fellows escort their tuxedo clad client out of the place. Briefcase held up to his chest like a shield. Middle aged, more annoyed than scared. The bodyguards are, comically large muscle bound fellows. Of course they are, right? The four of them get outside, and exchange a few murmors before one rushes foreward to collect the car.

    Fox lets the crowd disperse, she's not the Punisher of course. She has no business with most of these hacks tonight, and with the way they part around her? The feeling is mutual, a few do give up the call though. "It's Fox!"because the geometric fox mask clearly wasn't already a clue. The fellow running for the car however, he does not pass go. He skids to a stop, before ripping open his coat to go for his pistol. Fox steps foreward cooly, before jabbing the muzzle end of that carbine into his chest and loosing a trio of rounds that send him to the ground. More gunfire is enough to get the mass to disperse even more, and for the first time the two parties make sight of each other.

    "Jesus christ, it's her! You stupid fucks, what do I pay you for? Get her!"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Annnnnd -again-, Sarah realizes 'fuck my life' as she realizes she's hiding behind the car that the group is moving towards, twitching as the bodyguard gets gunned down. Okay, he -did- go for the gun, but...she could have shot him in the knee or something....right?" She frowns, but stays where she is for the moment, as she isn't sure if running for another place for concealment is a good idea with someone apparenty reacting to threats with lethal force..or possibly sudden movements, in her case.

    Still, she tries to creep down the car as she tries to move away from where the fox woman is....maybe she can slip off in the other direction. This looks like a pro hit...and she doesn't know who's who here..."

Fox has posed:
    That suppressed carbine barks, and the air takes on a coppery tone. The two guards reel back, as a third party curses and goes for the pistol on his hip. He too, gets a few rounds strung up his spine. Then as the bodies fall, Fox lowers the carbine minutely before stalking foreward towards the man with the briefcase. Her left hand reaching back to clutch at her throat. "Did you think I wouldn't find out, did you think I would never find you?"The voice is mechanical, accented and overlayed over what sounds like a european accent.

    "I didn't know who she was, I didn't know I'm being honest! Look if I'd known, I thought she was just joking right? You know.."The fellow in the suit's color drains as he stumbles back over the bodies of his own security detail. "Look, this is all a great misunderstanding right? So how much, I mean lets be reasonable alright? Look I've got five million and change right here, and I'll get you another ten just to square this up alright?"

    Fox has no immediate answer as she steps foreward, before swinging that carbine around to rest behind her hip. She leans in, grabbing his tie in one hand to hoist him upright in a feat of almost casual superhuman strength. "Whats to understand? She was -thirteen-."And yeah ok, with that she wraps her left hand around his throat and starts to squeeze. Leaning in until that mask is all but touching his face, choking the life out of him right there.

Rainmaker has posed:
    ....well, fuck. Sarah was considering intervening at the strangling, but at the conversation....at the suggestion of exactly what this man has done, to a child...she just freezes. Not knowing what to do. A part of her instantly reacting almost violently to the crime, as only a victim can, repulsed by it, warring with her better side of wanting to let someone face justice...but in this case, what's justice?

    She can't just NOT say anything. "...you're...you're just going to kill him?" she says, as she stands up slowly.

Fox has posed:
    That mask turns to face Sarah, and well it's spooky all by itself. Those black slits where eyes should be, yawning off into the infinite. Punctuated with the audible -CRACK- of bone, before Fox lets the body drop. Gloved hand lifting back towards her throat. "What, you would prefer I torture him first? Maybe burn him to death, beat him to death?"Casually hooking her boot onto the breifcase, before flipping it up into her hands. "Men such as this do not deserve the effort, it would serve only to satisfy his ego. Small men deserve small deaths."

    She glances aside, watching the rest of the crowd disperse into the night as fast as their legs can carry them. Then she steps foreward, descending the stairs into the bar itself. "Care for a drink?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah starts to answer, but the sudden snap of bone kinda puts paid to the whole debate before it can start, her eyes widening slightly. She hesistates at the question, then starts to follow. "Um, even here, the police are gonna be here pretty quick..." the Amerindian girl points out, as she jogs down after. "Who the hell -are- you, too?!? That was...." Brutal. Ruthless. Mind, a part of her feels much the same about how much the man deserved it, if he raped...or killed....a thirteen year old girl.That's probably the only thing that keeps Sarah from getting over her hersitation...on some level, she believes that -was- justice. Some people just can't be tossed into the legal system and receive what they deserve.

Fox has posed:
    "I'm what happens when vengence is undelivered."Fox responds, all but casually as she slips down into the remains of the bar. She takes a moment to peer around, before jumping the bar to take a look around. She does at least, set a pair of blue moons on the bar before she rips open the cash register to rip off the large bills stashed there with practiced ease. "I do not use a name, but others call be "Fox" if I must be named something. To give a thing a name is to invite it into your life though."

Rainmaker has posed:
    The Apache girl ers, watching as the other woman begins fairly blatantly robbing the bar. "...vengence needs to empty out the tip jar?" she says, a bit dryly, as she folds her arms over her chest. She hesistates, then says. "Fine, Fox. I'm Sarah. So what did he do? I heard part of it, but..."

    Mostly..she's looking for a way to justify why she didn't stop her. If she was wrong about what he did...though Fox could always lie. How would she know?

Fox has posed:
    "Something he should not have."She responds, flipping a bundle of 5s worth an easy two hundred towards Sarah. "They take from the innocent, so I take from them everything. Their lives, their money, their reputations, everything they ever did I undo."And with that, gently she sets a mason jar full of...dried rice on the bar top? From there, out comes a grenade. She pops the pin, but keeps the spoon in place until she's wedged it into the jar. She adds water, caps the jar off and...yeah time delay grenade.

    "Everyone talks about justice, but the dead can have no justice. Justice is for others, I am here for vengence. I do not wound, I do not arrest, I do not detain. I kill and take and ruin, and that is what is happening here tonight."A pause as she pops the cap on her beer, and jumps back over the bar. Pausing as she works the neck of that beer under her mask. "Justice is an ideal for an ideal world, I'm a realist."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah frowns, the argument getting her debator side up. "...okay, so you're some sort of vigilante? She gestures to the jar. "So what's that? You know everyone in here has committed some crime when someone sets it off? Or that when the cops show up and search, it won't blow some detective's face off? That's not exactly targeted vengeance." She tilts her head. "...I'm not some pollyanna who's going to believe there's a perfect justice out there, but that seems a little random. Not going after a guy like that who did somethign that deserved it?" Her tone turns questioning, wondering what explanation the Fox will have for it.

Fox has posed:
    "It will burst in five minutes, the cops won't be here by then."Fox starts towards the exit, waving for Sarah to follow because. Grenade yo. "Everyone in here is gone, they are not my concern tonight. Tonight I took a man's life, his money and soon his property."Turning to fix Sarah with the look of that mask yet again, but well for obvious reasons theres not much of an expression to read."I'm some kind of something, who does bad things to bad people. If cops, capes and all the rest did their job I'd be at home doing something terribly boring. They do not however do what they claim, and someone needs to be on handle to take up the slack generated by their needless overcomplication of what is a very simple problem."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah doesn't seem too upset by leaving the area of the grenade, though she seems mollified that it's due to go off in five minutes, rather than to stay as a boobytrap, which is what she was originally assuming. She follows you up and out, frowning. "Overcomplicating in that they try to arrest rather than kill criminals? Dangerous thing, giving that power to capes. Or cops. Kinda why we have the whole legal system, so someone can't decide someone is evil and shoot them in the fact and use that as the excuse for why they did it. Like those old 'stand your ground' laws and how people could abuse them." Her voice is a bit less accusatory now, though she doesn't sound like she's entirely on board with Fox's view on things.

    "I'll admit, sometimes there are just bad people and there's no reasonable way to get the...karma, or whatever, they deserve. I'm not a believer in some sort of cosmic justice....to me, justice is what humans make. There's no atom of it in the universe, no molecule, no element. It exists in our minds, only." The coppery skinned girl watches the woman in the mask quietly. "So sometimes...that's the way it has to be, to stop something from hurting innocent people."

Fox has posed:
    "Justice is codified redress, it's vengence delivered with suits and ties, without the teeth it deserves. I'm not about justice, I deliver vengence for the wronged because the law and the capes and all the rest have failed utterly. Too much money, too much politicss."Pausing to turn and watch the bar, which well for now it just sits. "Society has invented a very complicated way to get nothing done, and absolve themselves of any responsibility for the evil that breeds. I'm not into complicated."

    "Bill there, he did something he should not have to a young girl. I killed him for it. Simple, efficient and honest. No wringing of hands, no nashing of teeth. No years spent awaiting a trial, which will be dismissed by a technicality. At best he'd do what, five years? You want to change the world, stop talking and start doing."And a pause as she retrieves a Glock from one of the fallen bodyguards. Offering it over towards Sarah. "If there is a problem, fix it. Life is not about what other people can do on your behalf, is it?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah frowns, watching the gun, mulling it over in her mind, before she takes it, tucking it out of sight in her gym bag she has slung over her shoulder. "Maybe money and politics distort it...but that system is in place to prevent people taking vengeance on the innocent, or the wrongly accused. What if someone told you some other guy raped a ten year old, and when you found him he denied doing it. What happens if you kill him then find out he was innocent and the other party lied? Sure, you can kill them for it at that point, but the innocent man is still dead." She shakes her head. "That's why it's justice, not vengeance. Vengeance doesn't care. Vengeance is mobs hanging someone from a tree. It's not 'wringing your hands' to want to be sure someone deserves death, or whatever punishment awaits them." She's more explaining her thoughts than accusing, though this time she finishes with the honest question. "How do you make sure that the people you take vengeance on deserve what you do to them?"

Fox has posed:
    "I do nothing I'm uncertain of, and I do require some element of proof. In this case, he filmed it himself."because well if you're sleaze you might as well not bother half assing it, right? "I usually have other concerns, cartels, mobsters. This however, required my full attention when I was made aware."And like clockwork, theres the sound of shattering glass from inside the bar. Then a loud -BOOM-, followed by billows of black smoke.

    "I tried the other way once, people got killed that didn't deserve it. Now I do things this way, it works much better."Fox summarizes, grimly. Turning to set that gaze on Sarah for a moment. "Have you been wronged by somone the law refuses to touch?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah looks faintly suprised, her eyes flickering, as she very obviously seems to be thinking her answer over. "Yes. But not someone you could reach as easily as that man." she says, shifting her gaze to the body. "But I have no evidence to give you to prove that."

    She inhales, then lets it out in a slow huff of breath. "...and the law doesn't know about her. Couldn't know about her, or her organization. They might even be part of the government. I don't know." She looks at the Fox, then says solemnly. "But she also is very well equipped to deal with someone like you. I wouldn't ask you to risk yourself."

    Because she doesn't know her...but she wouldn't wish Ivana Baiul on anyone with powers.

Fox has posed:
    "You're not asking. What did she do, and who is she?"No hesitation, no concern. "You don't know what I am, and am not capable of. If I won't even try, I'm as guilty as she is. So tell me, and what can be done will be done."She lifts a notepad from her chestrig, before producing a pen. Scribbling already, before locking that gaze back onto Sarah. "Talk to me."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah sighs, then looks around. "...let's find someplace less public to talk then. Police will be arriving and asking questions soon, and lots of people saw you walk in and me jogging by." Sure, its' a little paranoid...but she still is twitchy about anyone official knowing about her. She starts walking down the street. "Might be less obvious without he mask, unless you canmake yourself look different?" she asks, walking along.