2838/Good Night's Gone Bad!

Good Night's Gone Bad!
Date of Scene:	14 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Blueblood, Wu

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Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood's earlier patrol was ... broadly unsuccessful ... and so he's resorted to the less-fraught method of generating enough extra ribs to enable snake-like locomotion between the pools of mercury-vapor light cast by New York's elderly streetlamps. Quieter, less showy, less apt to attract unwanted surveillance, he slithers from alley to alley, ab-toning exercise and satisfaction of the costumed urge all-in-one...

Wu has posed:
    Mercury vapor lamps. Part of the old-world charm that is America. So much more charm than the sleekly modern Hong Kong LEDs.
    It's been a hard week and it's been a lot of work outside of the usual stomping grounds. Alice finds herself in the streets and alleys of Hell's Kitchen looking for a late night meal after a day lost "interfacing" with intransigent federal agents and smug New York officials. And, of course, scouting for the threats she fights when she's not on the badges' times.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood keeps to the shadows, moving as best he can when trash rolls noisily through the alleys... though Alice in particular gives him pause. "Midnight stroll, sure. Bad neighborhood, can't be helped. But two semi-automatic pistols? That seems excessive even for New York!" He relies on the acoustics and the dim to not *immediately* signal his location, but Alice's particular sensory acuity is as-yet-unknown...

Wu has posed:
    The pistols stay in their (quick draw) holsters, politely concealed from casual view by the vest. Yet Alice walks down the centre of the street as if she owns it. Her right fist clenches around a small jade pendant suspended from her neck by red silk, her head traversing left and right as she peers into the dark spaces and alleys' mouths. Her eyes pause briefly on Blueblood's location, seemingly caught by something. Or not as she moves on and continues scanning.
    Her active attention is instead caught by something down a side alley. Something paired with a staggering walk and some kind of low moaning noise. And paired running feet, clad in heels, by the sound, and panicked, judging by the breathing.
    Her hand reaches into ... her pocket as she pulls out a sheaf of papers.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood's attention is likewise diverted, calling to the fleeing *clop-clop-clop...* "Madam, are you in need of assistance?!"

Wu has posed:
    That engenders a scream from the alleyway. "HELP!" a hoarse woman's voice calls out. "They're coming after..." The voice is cut off by the sound of a body hitting metal; likely a dumpster. And the sound of a body hitting the pavement. Hard. The running noises stop. The shuffling sound intensifies and speeds.
    "Shit!" Alice says eloquently, darting a look Blueblood's way, eyes searching for his form in the darkness. "Stand back if you don't want to get hurt," she adds, flashing a badge from under one of the lapels of her vest. Good eyesight will read "HKP" in large initials.
    Still no guns. She's instead shuffling desperately through her sheaf of square rice papers with weird scrawling on them.
    "Cover your eyes if you value your vision," she adds."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood does indeed put his palms over his goggles. Just in case.

Wu has posed:
    A square of paper is crumpled. It sails into the night air with the deft flick of finger and wrist, vanishing into the dark as it exits the static pool of the street lamp. The alley is then flooded with light, starting so bright as to overwhelm anybody with open eyes before fading to somewhat below daylight levels; call it daylight with thunderstorms brewing.
    The light reveals one of New York's finest professional ladies lying face down where she's fallen, unconscious from the sudden introduction to pavement. And it reveals one, then two, then more shuffling figures behind her. Humanoid figures, but not human given their exceptionally pale, blotchy skin. Or their empty eyes.
    Literally empty eyes. Sockets empty and blackened.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood, following the flash, assumes a position on Alice's 7 or 8. Back and to the left, non-militarily, but coverage-and-support. "I don't think they--" he gestures "-- need help. Options?" He may still be a bit dazed, but the situation is suddenly quite a bit more dire.

Wu has posed:
    "If you have guns, shoot them. If you have knives, cut them. If you have spears. Impale them. Don't let them get to the woman."
    Alice eyes Blueblood. "Spandex or wannabe?" she asks harshly. "If the former, welcome. If the latter, please don't make me have to rescue you too."
    Her eyes snap forward to the approaching horde, hands practically sprouting guns.
    "And try not to shoot me."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood rears up, so as to appear less pathetic(!). "I'll have you know I am virtually bite-proof. You are welcome for when it comes in handy!" Deep breath, fists clenched, he leaps forward not unlike a striking cobra!

Wu has posed:
    Alice shrugs and starts moving forward, trying her hardest to get to the fallen woman before the attackers do. Her guns bark twice. One shot hits one of the creatures full in the chest, the other hits another's shoulder. Both stumble a bit before turning their lack of gaze on Alice and lurching forward again, in her direction.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood turns as he sails, intending to form a two-fisted obstacle between the creatures and the woman. As the first one falls, even momentarily, he's confronting the one who's only been clipped. "Come on, you <<cyka>>, let's dance..."

Wu has posed:
    "Get them down!" Alice calls. "I have to put something on them."
    She crouches in the alleyway, arms pointed vaguely in the direction of the horde, an almost feral smile on her face.
    "Bang bang, you're dead," she murmurs.
    Her guns speak, barking in alternation. One after another bullets hit the knees of one attacker after another, somehow targets changing despite the guns not moving their point of aim. This makes the lurching antagonists stumble and collapse onto their knees, not with any outward sign of pain, merely from lack of structural support.
    "That should make it a bit easier!" she calls out.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood's fists are held within weighted gloves, making his punches more... kinetic... than they might be alone. *bam-bam,* *bam-bam* he works the torso of the nearest like a grizzled boxer who's just finding the 'old rhythm.' He, too, knows where bones lie and what they support -- moreso than your average mutant-whose-superpower-is-bones.

Wu has posed:
    Blueblood is acting well as a distraction for the attackers now scrabbling forward on their knees toward him. Those closest to him stare at him, attempting, it seems, to lock gazes with him.
    Alice, for her part, scurries forward and starts dragging the woman on the ground away from the fray.
    "When I get her clear I'll start eliminating those. Get them to the ground."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood works 'lower,' trying to render them either incapable of supporting the weight of their own torsos on crushed meat or... uhm... here he flounders. His next brilliant idea? Hockey. Being pads-upon-pads-upon-rhinoceros hide, he starts body-checking the creatures into alley walls. "Could use a little *oomf!* fire support! Suppress!"

Wu has posed:
    "Hold on!" Alice replies as she drags the woman out of the alley and into the pool of light. "I'll be back in the fray in a second."
    She rises and holsters her guns, fumbling with her papers again. "Can you hold one of them? I have to test something."
    She unholsters one gun and peppers the area surrouding Blueblood, bullets tearing with little effect into the opposition.
    "If this doesn't work I'm going to have to change ammunition."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood drops all his coils onto the nearest one to Alice, hoping to immobilize or delay it...

Wu has posed:
    The paper she selected comes forth. Alice licks the back of it briefly, then, despite the creature's fierce struggles, manages to place it on its forehead.
    The creature roars for the first time, ending its dark moans with an expression of what could only be pain. It stiffens in Blueblood's clutches as the rest around him grab him, trying to hold him, trying to stare into his eyes. For a moment Alice's attack seems to have worked. But only for a moment; reality comes crashing quickly down on the pair as it returns to moaning and struggling in Blueblood's grasp.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood elbows. ELBOWS. DOWN-DOWN-DO-- "... I don't ... think ... they can bite me. Rather. not. find. OUT."

Wu has posed:
    "It's not their bite you need to fear. It's their sight. They can turn you into one of them if you look into their eye sockets."
    Alice ejects her magazines and fumbles in her other pocket, pulling out a handful of magazines.
    "Keep holding them back!" she shouts. "I need to break out the stronger stuff."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood, strategy... well, 'shouted across an alley,' maneuvers and slithers to avoid direct eye-contact? The keen-eyed might also observe his arms swelling and bulking as 'reinforcement' occurs while he plays snake-away.

Wu has posed:
    Alice fumbles through her magazines, reading something on the bottom of each in the light of the weird globe in the air. The light that is beginning to fade.
    "Hold on a second. These should work better."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood swings with arms now, verifiably, more bone-than-flesh, eliciting *disgusting* noises from the already-deceased. "Better, yes! Also faster would be good!"

Wu has posed:
    Alice crows triumphantly. The sound of metal against metal scraping heralds the insertion of two new magazines. She starts running toward the fray, guns ahead of her, jumping up into the air to shoot behind Blueblood at the crowd gathering, face formed into a snarl.
    Bullet after bullet streaks through the air with, this time, not supernatural accuracy, but with good accuracy nonetheless. Each bullet, when striking, sparks briefly on entry before putting a bizarre black rent in the body that seems to slowly spread.
    "Just a few more minutes!" she calls. "They'll dissolve and dissapate shortly! Try withdrawing!"

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood sets about bashing his way through the growing throng. WHAM. WHAM.

Wu has posed:
    Alice pauses in firing to take a leap up to a broken fire escape ladder, pulling it down so she can climb for higher ground. Up on top she crouches again, eyes rolling back in her head. She fires off an unbroken stream of bullets. A stream far longer than the two magazines in her guns can sustain. This time each bullet hits centre of mass, even the ones that should travel through Blueblood; somehow they circle around him, smashing into their targets.
    "Disengage!" she shouts. "RUN! Things will happen soon that you don't want to be near."
    Easier said than done.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood drops, losing bones at a merely-astonishing rate, sinking inches as he goes, until he's actually a skull(?) on a puddle, all-but-flowing out of the alley as fast as he can... uhm ... pour.

Wu has posed:
    And it happens. As each black rift expands to fill the body, the beings scream out again, stiffening briefly before ...
    They explode. Covering everything within a meter's radius with rotting flesh and gore. A horrific stench like a blend between an abbatoir and a toilet fills the alley. And anything the gore touches.
    Alice steps out of the mouth of the alley to miss the flood.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood reconstitues, breathless and bruised, though not mired in corpse-stink. "Ah. Hah. Yeah." Shlorp-gorp, arm. Blororp, two arms. And so forth. "... whew."

Wu has posed:
    Alice collapses against the side of a wall, crouching, guns held down between her legs loosely.
    "Thank you," she finally says after catching her breath. "I think they might have got me without your help."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood shrugs? "We work together. Death is... powerful motivator. 'Go team.'" He manages a weak thumbs-up.