3673/Justice For All

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Justice For All
Date of Scene: 17 January 2018
Location: Empire State Building
Synopsis: Bombshell saves Starr from getting punched by a Daxamite.
Cast of Characters: Redstar, Mon-El, Bombshell




Redstar has posed:
The day is windy and cold and a light snowfall rains down on New York City. The city goes about it?s normal daily life except for one man on top of the Empire State building who is in utter terror.

There is a very good reason for this of course. The wing the woman who has him very securely by the front of his shirt holding them out over the edge of the Empire State building. Starr is smiling with great glee as she gently shakes the businessman, enjoying his tear like it?s a good cup of wine.

"Oh God, please don't! I didn?t mean it!? He begs as his hands grab at her arms. He is sweating and looks quite flushed, feverish one might say.

"so tell me again who the scum of the earth is?" Starr Asked sweetly her voice a sensual purr. She has pulled him back from the ledge, her face inches from his own.

"I-I am??
    ?I can?t heeeaaar yooouuuu," She opens and closes her grip on his shirt, making him jerk as if about to fall.

?I?M SCUm! OH GOD HELP!? The man is crying as his scream echoes in the upper stories of high rises.

Mon-El has posed:
    The man's screams are probably too high up for any normal human milling about on the street below to hear. But for a Daxamite or Kryptonian like Lar Gand? He can hear this guy from -miles- away. Not only that, but he can also fly at supersonic speed, so getting there isn't the challenge. The only thing is, Lar isn't exactly in the mood for heroics, so if he had heard it from afar admist all rest of the screams of what is not right with the world, he probably wouldn't have paid it much mind.

    As it is, though, he happened to be sulking on top of another skyscraper nearby, and when it's right front of your face it's kind of hard to ignore. So, the man hasn't even finished shouting before he's suddenly floating in front of them, arms folded and looking none to happy. "Drop him and I'll take him to safety before he hits the ground then smash -your- face in before you can even finish -blinking- you uh..." he looks pensive a moment. "What's that word the Terrans use for women like you? Bitch? Slut? I think either works in this case."

Redstar has posed:
Starr looks up in mild surprise, one brow raising slightly higher than the other. The smile isn't as predatory as seconds ago, but her red eyes gleam with suppressed excitement. ?Bitch usually, slut is more for those who frequent many people?s beds. Granted it also applies, as it happens, just not to this,? Starr says and shakes the guy again. He screams in fear and tries to look at Mon-el.

"Please help me!" He begs to which Starr rolls her eyes and sneers.

"Do you even care why I may be making him piss his pants? Maybe he is a bank robber I scooped up before he could do the deed.? She seems only mildly annoyed by Mon-El's sudden presence. ?And why do men always threaten violence for doing the world a favor?? Another shake, another whimper.

"I'm a good man!" He defends himself, "I h-have a family!? Starr looks unconvinced and still set on bullying the Wall Street looking man.

Mon-El has posed:
    "I don't care who he is." Lar replies, not in the mood for joking around about Terran slang. "He has clearly learned his lesson, and he doesn't deserve to die--and certainly not by -your- hand." He rolls his eyes at her excuses. "Look I have better things to do than argue with you. Either you put him down safely and we all walk away peacefully, or you put him down violently and I punch your face in. Make up your mind."

Redstar has posed:
"And who made you the boss? Huh? Just because your built and can fly?" Starr sneers now as the amusement leaves her face. "Being a hero doesn?t change anything! People still hate anything different!? The woman yanks the guy from the ledge and throws him behind her. He falls onto his knees with a grunt and scoots as far from the ledge as he can get.

"I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do or that what I am doing is wrong. It's not your way," She points a finger at Lar, fury in her face, "So it must be wrong!" Her hands are balled into fists now and she ignores the man behind her.

The sweat continues to pour from him, but he is shivering in the cold wind. As he tries to stand and make his way to the maintenance hatch he sways. And he topples.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar shrugs. "Who made me the boss?" he scoffs. "I think that's a question better answered with actions than words." As the man topples, there's a blur of motion and he grabs him, pulls him back up and puts him back down right on top of the maintenance hatch. No way he can screw it up now, right? "And I'm not a hero. I just didn't think that guy deserved to get killed by you, whatever he's guilty of. If he's a criminal, he ought to answer to his own government's laws, -not- yours."

Redstar has posed:
Starr crosses her arms and cocks her hip to the side giving Lar a look of contempt. "And what makes you so sure I was going to kill him? Just because I have these?? She flares her wings open and wide to their widest extension reaching Easily 10 feet to either side of her and 4 feet above her head. "You're as bad as him. You?re normal looking, no one is going to spit on you. No one crosses the street or makes crosses on their chest when they go past!"

The man is burning up like nothing Mon-El has felt in a human before. He gasps and clings to Mon-El, eyes wide but not quite seeing the alien. ?Please, daddy, don?t!? He whimpers as he curls into a ball where he is dropped. Starr watches him with narrowed eyes and a sneer of distaste.

"Humanities laws are failures. They protect the normal, not who or what actually needs it." She pauses as the man shudders and begins to convulse. "I think he may need medical attention," She notes mildly, obviously uncaring of his well-being. That was established from the beginning.

Mon-El has posed:
    "No, because you were dangling him from the top of this building, threatening to drop him to his death. Duh." Lar replies wryly, stating the obvious because well that part -was- obvious. "Stop assuming everyone is prejudiced based on outward appearances. No law system is perfect, however, that doesn't make any citizen exempt from them, nor does it give -you- permission to assume their authority." Ugh, he's seriously getting sick of this woman.

    He scans the man to see what may be wrong with him. "You're right, he does need medical attention, and I'm not here to argue with some anarchist so--" With that, he rushes forward faster than the unaided eye can see and lets loose with a swing strong enough to send a normal human flying into the stratosphere and possibly even beyond. C'mon, she deserved it, and besides that he has a sneaking suspicion she was the one causing the man's ills.

Bombshell has posed:
Well, Mon-El's punch /may/ have very well killed Starr. But it doesn't. Instead it impacts on a Bombshell. She drops down right in front of Starr, having been intent on putting a stop to whatever is going on. What does she get for her troubles? A Daxamite fist. Her eyes wide in the tiny fraction of a second she has to react, and then? Then she goes sailing off hard. There's a resounding clang of metal as Mon-El's fist impacts and she goes careening off the top of the building, a chrome streak of swear words and pissed off Bombshell.

It doesn't take her long to slow herself and reverse her direction, flying back towards the building. "And that. Right there. Is why I dont' do the super hero thing. Drop in to see what's going on. Maybe help a friend, and get decked halfway across New York." She slides down onto the building top and glares in Mon-El's direction, then turns her eyes on Starr and the man that's collapsed. "You!" She points at Mon-El. "Take this man to a hospital please? You're /way/ faster than I am." She turns her head to look over at Starr. "What in the hell is going on up here?" Glancing between both of them.

Redstar has posed:
Starr staggers back and sudden surprise, eyes wide she stares at where Bombshell was. ?YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!? She shouts at him as she leaps backwards off the building, into the air. "For someone so high and mighty..." She would say more, lips twisting into a sneer, but Bombshell returns.

The woman is given a thoughtful looking over as she stays hovering awkwardly in the air. Her wings are not meant to hover obviously. "I was taking care of a mutant-beater piece of crap, when pretty boy decided to get involved..."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar is also surprised when Bombshell suddenly drops in and he ends up punching -her- instead. Which, he is actually glad for, given he hadn't actually -meant- to punch her that hard. Sigh...it's true isn't, it? That could have killed the woman. And annoying as she was, that hadn't been his intention. But, apologizing to her is the last thing he wants to do. "Hmph. Yeah, like you could have killed this man?" He asks, picking him up off the roof of the building. He starts to carry him off to a hospital but stops near Bombshell. "Thanks. And...I'm sorry." he says quietly. "I didn't mean to hit her that hard. It's just--complicated." Then off he goes.

Bombshell has posed:
"You're lucky I don't dent. At least I don't think I dent." Bombshell glares at Mon-El a moment, then looks down her shirt for a moment or two, then back up. "Yeah. Lucky I don't dent." She sighs and looks over at Starr, an eyebrow raised upwards. "And you what... think you get to mete out justice just because you can?" The chrome skinned woman turns so she's facing a little bit more towards Starr. "Yeah, he might have killed you with that punch." She glances to Mon-El. "Which reeeeeally doesn't make you any better than her Lar." She pushes both eyebrows up in a 'Really?' expression, then turns back to Starr. "If he's scum and attacks mutants, drop his ass on the Justice League or something. Cops are pretty worthless half the time. But the Justice League, or the Avengers, or any of the dozens of super hero teams would do something about it. That doesn't involve killing the guy." She sighs, rolling her head backwards. "Lar! WHy the hell do I always end up doing the super heroine thing around you? Gonna have to knock some sense into you. Or have Laurel do it for me."

Redstar has posed:
Starr begins to fly in tight figure eight near Bombshell. She simply glares after the Alien with distaste before looking back at the metal-skinned woman. "See, you all are assuming I was going to kill him. That?s the problem,? She says in obvious annoyance. ?It's okay for certain people to stop things, but not others. And the little shit, and people, fall through the cracks. Would I be getting this lecture if I was Daredevil? Noooooo!?

As Mon-El disappears with the ill man she lands. His fever slowly resolves at the hospital, luckily, though doctors will be puzzled by the mans lack of any detectable illness. "If I get a fancy suit maybe that will make me legit?" She's being obviously fascitious.

Bombshell has posed:
"Daredevil has been well established as someone who does not kill. And yeah. Lar would give Daredevil the same lecture. Me? I would just let Daredevil finish his business. But you're not Daredevil are you? Unless there's something you really need to tell the world?" She smirks as one silver brow lifts up her forhead. "I don't have a fancy suit. I don't want a fancy suit. I'm not a super hero. Though some people in my life seem rather intent on me becoming one. /I/ was right down there." She points to a building under construction. "Doing my job. Cuz I have a dayjob. Where I make money. I do construction. Better than a crane. Might even swear less than a crane operator. And one of the guys mentioned there was a kerfluffle up here. And lo and behold... There was." She shrugs her shoulders a little bit. "But seriously. Dangling a guy off a four or five story building? I get that. Dangling a guy off the Empire State building? You can't expect people not to jump to conclusions. Try something a little closer to the ground next time."

Redstar has posed:
Starr has crossed her arms and is now leaning against the spire. "Lucky you, able to get a job," She says in a tone dripping with barely suppressed frustration. She tries hard not to sneer, though it isn?t at Bombshell. Then she sees something and hops down to pick it up. A plain black briefcase with a combination lock. "Dropped from five or eighty, you?re just as dead. At least up here if it was an accident I could catch him before he splattered the street," She seems to be calming down as she sits with the briefcase on her lap. It is perhaps a surprise when her wing wraps around her and she lifts it slightly. The nasty looking spur at the main wing joint rips right through the metal locking mechanism. Before opening it, though, she glances at Bombshell. "Are you gonna give me a hard time about this too?" She just wants to be prepared for a tussle over the case if need be.

Bombshell has posed:
"Yeah but if you're dangling him over a five story drop, you're not going to attract the same level of attention. Bring them up here and you have all sorts of high fliers poking their noses into it. I'm just saying. If you're not actually planning to kill them? Keep the crap low key and you won't be bothered. Quit sneering and just take the advice. Or get punched into a fine red mist the next time someone with our level of power gets pissed off with you. Your choice girl." Bombshell shrugs her shoulders slowly. "I'm pretty sure you could get work. If you're fast or can fly, start a messenger service. If you're strong do construction or something. There are plenty of ways to profit off your abilities." Bombshell snorts and shakes her head. "Nah. All yours. I have a paramilitary group that comes after me. Know what I do with all their hardware? Sell it. Girl's gotta eat." She flashes a quick grin at Starr.

Redstar has posed:
Starr glances up in thoughtful surprise at Bombshell and purses her lips. Her thumbs hit the buttons opening the case even as she does. "I suppose that makes some sense," She admits after a moment. Then she opens the case and stares inside. ?Maybe he -was- into something dirty...you tell me?? She tilts the case and shows cash and packed white powder side by side.

Bombshell has posed:
Bombshell shrugs her shoulders again, a slow motion up and then back down. "Maybe. Maybe that's for personal use. I dunno. Don't much care personally. Do what you want with it. Not my business. Just try to stay off the top of the big buildings yeah? Take the advice and stay outta sight and outta mind." She looks around the building a little bit. "I should be getting back to work. But you take care of yourself. And dont' do anything too dumb. Getting yourself killed is bad. Mmkay?"

Redstar has posed:
Starr settles the briefcase back into her lap, closing the clasps. "Big buildings for big boys, got it," She -is- a teenager and the snark is strong. Then she looks up and seems actually apologetic, her face changing in the blink of an eye. "I'm sorry...thanks for saving my life. It's fucked up, but I'd like to keep it." She stands and holds the case to her. Bombshell sees her eyes are pale now, blue instead of red. And then she dives off, wings flaring, as she very obviously flees. Did Bombshell see tears starting? Teenagers...