3479/Gooning The Goons

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Gooning The Goons
Date of Scene: 25 December 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Jessica Jones, Power Girl




Jessica Jones has posed:
PI work is no world of glamor, just ask Jessica Jones, she's lived through the best and worst of it. And the best of it is when you managed to avoid the worst. There's a case she's been given that called for some investigation around Fisk Towers, the problem being that Wilson Fisk has a few things up his sleeve that tends to connect to grander things. Sometimes his personalized security, has issues differentiating what takes away focus from what brings focus.

Which is why Jessica finds herself thrown rather harshly from a backdoor of the building, slamming against the wall of the alley, and crashing to the ground. Whoever those goons in the business suits are, they are not your every day run of the mill tough guys. "Hey, asshole, could you do that any harsher? Not sure you managed to break all the bones in my back," she shoots out immediately, which brings the three huge men to step outside towards her, flexing their muscles menacingly. Yeah, they don't really share her good humor.

Power Girl has posed:
    Ever since she found herself going between Gotham and Metropolis a little more often this time of year, Power Girl has been a small amount at odds with her sense of obligation. Part of her wants to go home, read a particular magazine, and relax. The other part of her keeps her hearing turned up in the skies above New York's grimier bits while she's flying over, in case she hears...

    Well, in case she hears the noise of someone being thrown into an alleyway. The altitude she maintains is just enough that when she breaks the sound barrier, nothing is in the immediate area that can be broken.

    Her arrival in the alleyway is almost ominous, as once she's standing between Jessica and the three unhappy individuals... The -pop- that she made several miles in the air reaches their ears. Almost like thunder.

    "Okay, so the way this normally goes, is that I tell you guys to lay off, you get even more upset and start with the punching bit, and then I see how much of you I have to break before the police ask me to stop. Alternatively, though, hear me out- we could not do that, and you could just go back to whatever generic thuggery you were up to, and I can be about my business."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica days usually go from bad to worse, so having to brawl with three superpowered thugs wasn't something that really shocked her. But as she was struggling to get up after being smashed hard into the wall of the opposite building, she didn't expect to have an honest to goodness superhero jump in between her and the goons. Particularly not at such speed as to make her ears ring, as she reaches to press her temple while looking over at Power Girl, "no need to get involved for little ol' me..." she mutters, feeling a bit silly at finding herself the damsel in distress. She's so not a damsel.

Nevertheless, Fisk's hired muscle doesn't seem to care much for Power Girl, except for one guy, Carl apparently hadn't done his research because he's openly oggling her. "Baby, you can come trade punches with me anytime you want," he leers, "but I'm we're going straight to bed once you're done. That's a promise." Vincent, on the other hand, guy who seems most levelled of the three, doesn't seem to share Carl's thoughts, smacking him upside the head, "are you daft? That's Power Girl!" He takes a step towards the superhero in white, and points at Jessica, "that woman was breaking and entering into our building, we merely showed her the way out...it's our right."

Power Girl has posed:
    Looking over her shoulder, Power Girl nods. "Need? Maybe not, but I was in the area, and I wanted to get involved. I figure it probably isn't a problem." she states, in that sort of... Achingly heroic way that the Metropolis folks get to act. Her attention returns to the three approaching goons.

    She'd made the mistake of folding her arms, but while she -is- going to tell the guy off, she can't necessarily blame him for ogling. There's a lot to ogle, and it's a common response to her presence. "Trust me, we really couldn't. I'd punch you, you'd call whoever you work for from whatever Eastern European country you landed in, crying. That's how it'd go. I'd still go to bed afterwards, just, you know, alone. Satisfied, though, because you'd be a couple thousand miles away."

    Nodding, then, she addresses the concern. "And that's all well and good. But now she's in the alley, and your right has run its course. You now have a right to go back into your building and throw her out again if she attempts to break in, or call the police if you feel threatened."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Well...can't say I hate having you here to make it more even odds, three guys on one woman is a bit rough," Jessica notes for the sake of the goons, who give her unpleasant glare, to which she notes, "just saying...three guys ganging on one woman doesn't make you all that, does it?"

"Heh...I like your spunk, I may just have to keep you," Carl shoots at Power Girl, clearly not getting the memo from Vincent, "shall we have a go now?" He invites her with a 'come-hither' gesture.

Vincent on the other hand, still seems to try and paint the situation from the perspective he offers, "see...if I were to break into a house, would you stop pursuiting me if I went outside? Or would you demand justice and take me to the cops?" He asks Power Girl, "I think if you're a hero like you claim, you should have her arrested too."

Jessica just rolls her eyes at that, "seriously? A gangster wants to have me arrested? What the fucking fuck?"

Power Girl has posed:
    Power Girl smiles over her shoulder, "Nobody's ever argued against me being around. Especially when there's trouble about." she notes, before Jessica goes and makes it worse. She doesn't really mind, though.

    She brings one hand up, to rub quietly at her face as Carl makes a few more passes at her, and Power Girl's level of care for the situation is starting to reach its peak. It's Vincent's calm that stops her from immediately wanting to just get to the punching bit and save them all the trouble.

    "To be honest, I'd stop chasing after you as soon as you were out of my house, if it were my house that you'd broken into."

    There is, though, a pause, there. Vincent does have a minor point. "Sure, absolutely. I'll take her to the nearest police station personally. Unless you want to argue, or, frankly, unless the peanut gallery wants to take another pass. It'll be a really, really bad night for all of you if you feel like pressing the matter."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Vincent snorts as Power Girl doesn't answer as he expects, "if that is so, I wish more 'heroes' were like you," he inclines his head and taps his two colleagues on the shoulder, "let's go, we're done with Ms. Jones for now..." while he turns to leave, and one more guy turns to leave, Carl seems to have made a decision all on his own, "you guys head on in...I got me a date for tonight." He makes a kissy face at Power Girl, and apparently intends to test if she's really able to match his super strength. After all, he can lift cars all on his own!

Jessica in the meantime looks surprised at Power Girl accepting the idea that she should be taken to the nearest police station, to which point she flashes her PI badge, "hey, I'm entitled to investigate, I'm licensed, okay? Didn't find my PI permit in a cereal box," and at that she just starts to walk away, not willing to actually test if Power Girl was playing or not.

Power Girl has posed:
    The level to which Power Girl -wasn't- playing becomes readily apparent. Specifically, two of the goons step aside, while the third makes the last pass at the blonde that, likely, he'll ever get to. She's not going to kill him of course, but there is a genuine gap in their levels of strength- Carl can lift cars, and that's really, really cool for him.

    Power Girl can shove buildings, mountains, and with a little logistical assistance, might just be capable of pulling planetary weights around.

    She doesn't use the full strength of it. In fact, she's got a pretty good read on Carl already. He's the type to sling his shit around for all it's worth, and all he's got is enough to warrant him the level of Door Guy (But Tough Though.) Since he's not raiding ultramax security bank vaults- and especially because, well, Power Girl has never heard of him- she's got him pegged as strong... But not -really- strong.

    "Okay, -that's- it. That's the one." As telegraphed as it is that she's about to hit him, she does it at a speed that is not faster than the human eye can see. Lurching forward just fast enough that she hopes to guarantee she'll connect, but not so fast that he won't see that it was -her- that hit him, she figures the force she packs will be more than enough.

    It happens to be the amount of force you need to stop a train. Whether or not she was going to take Jessica in is left up in the air.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica isn't at all bothered by Carl going after Power Girl, she knows who Power Girl is, and she knows if Carl is lucky, he may be able to walk again. For her part, she's well on her way to a subway station, having no fucks to give about Carl, and not really caring to check how serious Power Girl was. Unlike Carl, she knows she likely can't overpower Power Girl even if she'll have to.

Carl looks quite cocky as Power Girl actually throws a punch at him, he takes her very lightly as he attempt to actually let her hit him, fully expecting her to hurt her hand. What he doesn't expect is to get the wind knocked out of him, as he staggers back and falls to his knees, clutching his chest and bending over, gasping and struggling to breathe, before eventually hissing out, "this doesn't make sense! I'm the strongest in security!" By which he means Fisk's lowest level of bodies meant to ensure peace and quiet around his building. Fisk's true power is well beyond his pay grade. Either way, he changes his tune real quick, after suffering a crashing blow to his ego, and snaps at Power Girl, "just...just go, I didn't say anything. Ok?" Seems like that is his version of an apology.

Power Girl has posed:
    Power Girl folds her arms, after Carl collapses like a house of cards. Really, you didn't even have to know exactly who she was or where she stood on the scale, as much as you had to be well aware that she was from Metropolis- the land of people you don't square up against on a level playing field.

    Either way, as soon as he lands and is asking her to go, she just considers it the superhero equivalent of throwing her drink in his face, or giving him a slap. He's had his comeuppance. Now, it was time for other things. Jessica has a head start, but... Well, there are a -lot- of reasons why people tend to look at Power Girl and ask how anything about her is fair. That she's there next to Jessica, floating along backwards at the PI's pace is just one of the many.

    "Okay, so I guess that means that you're not particularly injured. I've just got a few questions to ask and then I'll be on my way." On the one hand, the wording is so nice and pleasant it might be entirely agreeable- on the other hand, the tone is a little more forceful. As if Jessica will be answering questions regardless of if she's -really- interested in answering them. Though, it doesn't necessarily sound like she's going to beat the answers out of her.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Carl takes a while before he manages to pull himself off the ground and drag himself back inside, he's going to get some rough time out of Vincent, that's for sure.

Jessica, for her part, lets out an exasperated sigh when Power Girl is there with her at the stairs leading to the subway, "are you kidding me? That idiot couldn't even hold you for two minutes? What a wuss," Jessica snorts, waving a hand dismissively when her health is asked after, "I've got the super power of surviving all the shit that life throws at me, it's amazing, really." She pauses for a moment at the entrance to the subway station, and turns to lean on the railing of the stairway, "what questions could you possibly have for me? I mean, what happened back there? I'm a P.I. I worked a case, those bozos caught on to me, and rudely threw me out. I was willing to leave on my own you know..."

Power Girl has posed:
    Power Girl offers a nod at that. "To be honest, not too many people can hold me for two minutes without running out of stamina." Ever the cocky one, but really, she's got the power worthy of her ego. And other things worth having an ego about, too.

    "Well, that's all well and good. If you don't feel like you ought to go to a hospital, I won't force you to go. But, yeah, questions. First, can I see the badge again? I didn't really get a chance to look at it before, you know, I hit 'im."

    Unfolding her arms, and placing her hands on her hips, she stands there in front of the other woman. "I'm not about to advocate that you be arrested, but if you're working a legitimate case you probably ought to get legitimate results, so since I'm already here, I might be able to help out. Plus, it's a really good idea for me to at least make absolutely sure you didn't just break into somewhere for nefarious purposes." She's covering her bases, to some extent. It makes sense.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica looks incredulously at Power Girl, not being a Metropolite, she may not necessarily be overly familiar with just how godlike Kryptonians are, but she figures 2 minutes should be at least attainable. "If that was a challenge, my weapon of choice would be a drinking contest," she offers flippantly. Not because she specifically dislikes Power Girl, it's more because she's Jessica Jones, and she doesn't let anyone close by default.

"Oh, trust me, the only thing a hospital would do is bill me...plus, it's not like he knocked me through the wall...so, there's that." She shakes her head when asked to see the badge again, "we really going to do it?" She asks, but seeing how Power Girl seems one of the stickler types, after all she did bother to chase after her, Jessica does let her see the badge clearly, turns out she wasn't lying. She's actually an authorized Private Investigator.

"I'm sorry, but there's the matter of confidentiality of a case? There's a reason my client came to me, and not to the Justice League, right? I mean, I don't even know if the Justice League take private concern matters...but this is quite personal, and I'll respect my client's wishes. Thank you all the same for offering help."

Power Girl has posed:
    The Super-folks are rather unfair. The idea that someone could go toe to toe with one of them was not outside of the realm of possibility- but it would take more than simple thugs to do it. "You'd be surprised how much I can drink. I think, really, really surprised."

    "Okay then." she said, looking over the badge. She only has a cursory knowledge of what made it legitimate, but she had all sorts of ways to make sure that it was- being able to inspect the fibers of the paper and see through the layers of printing made her at least capable of seeing it for what it was.

    "Well, thing is, if I told you to head to a police station, I'd have to head to Gotham and I'm really not going to do that, because a little B and E can be pretty harmless. But if you don't want any assistance, that's fine. If it turns out that you could use a little bit of a helping hand, just let me know. I'll be around, and I'm not hard to get in touch with. Whether that's because you need to drink a gallon of whiskey, or find a missing cat, or whatever it might be."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica grins as Power Girl seems to take offense at the wouldbe challenge, to which she quips, "I trust the same would hold true in your case, it's practically the only thing I do for a living." A joke? Or serious comment? Hard to tell with Jessica.

Jess flips the badge closed and places it back in the inner pocket of her jacket, "I'm not stupid enough to fake a badge, I'm not meant for life in prison," Jessica mutters after Power Girl assures it's not a fake.

"If you're honestly offering free whiskey, you may get a call from me sooner than you expect," Jessica grins, before waving at Power Girl, "thanks for caring enough to avoid having the pavement painted with my blood, see you later, Power Girl."