3842/Brooklyn Brawl

Brooklyn Brawl
Date of Scene:	09 February 2018
Location:	New Lots - Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Gregory and Faora get in a fight. Lar just watches.
Cast of Characters:	Superwoman, Gregory Stark, Mon-El, Redstar

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Superwoman has posed:
    The night is dark. The shadows are long and the winter's chill bites at most. In New Lots, the women of the night are on the job, despite the cold and falling snow. They're not well dressed for the weather- most only just wearing a coat and little more to protect them from the freezing temperatures.

    There are at least five women- one is particularly tall, and dressed in little more than high heels and a short skirt with some kind of mesh shirt covering her upper half. She's wearing a jacket, a little half thing that covers her top. She's standing, smoking a cigarette and watching the corners with quiet interest.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     The night is a cold one, the air hanging heavy as the women of the night do their part to earn a dishonest living working the corners. All in all it's a typical night in this part of town, one that's all too commonly exploited.

     The door on a long since boarded up building slowly swings open warm air from the seemingly bared boarded, and abandoned building mingling with the harsh chill of the night. Out from the confines of what had once been a tenement building walks a woman dressed entirely in white, from her knee high boots to her long winter coat, and shoulder length gloves. The Asian woman's features are all too forgettable, her eyes hidden behind white mirrored sunglasses. Cuffed to her wrist is a pure white briefcase.

     Soon after a second identical woman leaves the building dressed exactly the same as the first. They step out to either side pausing for a long moment to look around before motioning back to the door from which they came.

     It's not more then a moment before a man, Gregory Stark, comes walking from the same doorway. He's dressed in his flowing white trench-coat, over a top of the line custom tailored white business suit and tie, with pure white Testoni shoes polished to a mirror shine. His cool blue eyes are hidden back behind his own mirrored shades as he steps between the two women and into the nights air.

     He holds out his arms for a moment taking in a deep breath of that city air. He's trying to put on a confident face but the truth was this section of the city made him sick to his stomach. It was filthy, grimy, and covered in undesirables that made his skin crawl, but sometimes there was no choice but to do business here.

     From behind him two more identical women walk, making for a group of four identical quadruplets. There's nothing to really distinguish one from the other, every detail of their uniforms a perfect mirror match for each other, even down to their briefcases.

Mon-El has posed:
    Indeed, it is very cold tonight. But not to Lar Gand. None of the so-called 'extreme' temperatures of Earth really bother him at all. What is he doing in this part of town, one might wonder? Probably trying to control some of the looting and rioting that had been going on as a result of the comms blackout. He hadn't originally intended to...but it's hard to resist when it's so easy to just...disarm a bunch of thugs and knock them out. The trouble is worrying about accidentally hurting them -too- much or heaven forbid killing them unintentionally.

    He notices Greg's very white attire on a dark night like this pretty quickly, and additionally the fact that he's walking around with a bunch of women who are actually machines. But then again, there's a lot of weird things on this planet. Like people breathing smoke through a stick. Well he just figures it must be some kind of drug.

    At the moment, he isn't in uniform, just wearing regular street clothes smiliar to what a kid his age might wear.

Superwoman has posed:
    That tall whore wearing her leather skirt and smoking her cigarette leans off her corner to step in front of Gregory and his girls. She takes a pull on her cigarette. "Hey there.." she purrs. "You look like a big spender. How about a little fun... me, you, your ladies?" she wonders as she looks at them closely. SOmething is off. Movements are too perfect. The eyes are wrong.

    Fierce blue eyes gaze then at Gregory Stark. "You're not from around here." she says with a little smile. A sweet thing. She begins to open her jacket.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "As much as I'd love to spend my evening catching whatever sexually transmitted diseases you may have, followed by the longest antibacterial shower of my life" The man in white speaks from behind his mirrored shades, not looking directly at the woman as one of his own women steps between her and him. "I'm afraid I'm rather busy with other maters, perhaps schedule me in for a raincheck."

     He checks his rolex watch. A friendly smile crosses his face as he starts to walk right towards the edge of the street to wait for his pickup, trying to avoid looking directly at her as she starts to open up her jacket. This wasn't anything that he needed right now.

Superwoman has posed:
    "Mm." Faora steps forward- simply tossing the robotic woman to the side like she was made of tissue paper. "I think I'd like to talk, all the same." she states, as she stares at him with a true fierceness. "I've been watching this corner for three days straight." she says softly, "And I know something just went down upstairs. Pistols, was it?" she says next. "There's a lot of money in that briefcase." she says next. "And a man is bleeding to death." she continues.

    "I know what I look like, but believe me, I am cleaner than even your bimb-bots here. Cleaner than any human being on this miserable ball of mud." She continues to approach Gregory.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar watches from his position across the street as the woman approaches the man dressed in white, wondering just what it is she wants, but when he mentions sexually transmitted diseases, it becomes clear. Oh...oh. So she's a prostitute, right, it makes sense. None of his business, nope! He turns away and starts to head in the opposite direction, when suddenly everything is flashing. Like switching an X-ray viewing machine on and off, on and off. And the noise, oh the noise. How's hearing everything in the entire city and beyond all at once? People talking, walking, shouting, cars moving, sirens blaring, everything. Ugh, not -again-! These...episodes had been happening less and less as time went on, but apparently they weren't completely gone.

    Disoriented by the abrupt pain, he stumbles and collapses onto the street, directly in the path of an oncoming semi. Not that it would really hurt him. But the driver, perhaps. And if it hit at the wrong angle, potentially others.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     The bimbot thrown goes flying back right into a snowbank. The snow cushions her fall, allowing her to bring herself back to a slow stand. Snow falls off of her shoulders as she kneels back down to replace her sunglasses in order to cover her eyes. In the time the eyes are visible they look cold, and glassy, like a dolls eyes. Her face is that of a very... well generic for lack of a better word, Asian woman in her 20's.

     "Well you can go up there and ask yourself, but I don't think they'll be too keen on the assistance, I find people like them rarely are." Gregory comments watching with his gloved hands inside of his pockets as Fae comes closer. "Besides he'll be fine, plenty of people go on to live long fulfilling lives after limb-loss, I believe in him."His attention is more on his toy to make sure she's not broken.

     "He's a fighter that... whatever his name was.... started with a J, I just know it had to be something like Jim. Jim's fine I'm sure, not as handy as he used to be but fine." Once he confirms with a quick glance at his HUD that she's only suffered minor structural damages he's a bit more at ease. "Listen, unless you've got evidence?" He pauses for a long moment. "I've got places to be, and a multibillion dollar company to r- Well shit."

     Gregory is suddenly distracted by the collapsing man, and the oncoming semi. His attention snaps in that direction and he's already on the move as fast as his legs can carry. It's still not going to be fast enough but at least he can shove the guy on the ground out of the way and take the brunt of the impact.

Superwoman has posed:
    "You seem to think I'll be bringing you to the cops." Faora states simply, her tone dark, she watches impassively as Gregory goes to push the man out of the way of an oncoming truck. She doesn't seem to care if he- or if the man die. She stands, arms crossed, watching quietly.

Mon-El has posed:
    Gregory manages to get there barely in time, although the truck kind of hits both of them partially as he attempts to push Lar out of the way. Thankfully though, they are pretty much on the ground by the time it runs them over, so none of that angled business happens, and the truck itself isn't damaged aside from maybe something to the tires, so the driver is just fine. He comes to a screeching stop though a few feet ahead of them and jumps out of the cab.

    "Oh...oh my god!" he cries, running over to them. "Are--are you guys all right? I'm so sorry. God, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop." He gets out his phone, but remembers the comms blackout. "Damn it!"

    As for Lar, he still appears to be disoriented and in a lot of pain, but doesn't appear to be injured at all. "Th-thanks..." he manages to stammer out.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory rolls under the cars front end and back out the other side. He comes back to a stand and dusts himself of with a bit of a sigh, as one of the bimbots runs over to offer him a small towelette. From looking at him it'd be next to impossible to even tell he'd hit the ground let alone been hit by a truck. There's not a single hair out of place as he wipes down his face and exposed skin.

     "You know, I respect what you're going for, I really do." Gregory calls out ringing out the towelette as he walks over to the truck driver still speaking with fae. "But you really picked the wrong guy to try and pull the dark brooding hero thing with." As he reaches into his pocket he pulls out a small stack of hundred dollar bills and passes it to the driver. "Should cover the damages." Offered with a smile as he steadies himself on the spot. "Sorry about your truck man, but accidents happen." He looks back over to Fae. "I'll be honest with you I'm short on time, so I'm just going to walk away, carry on with my day, and you can find some bank robbers to foil."

Superwoman has posed:
    "I don't care." Faora replies as she turns towards the robots and the money. She reaches out, a combative move to be certain- an attempt to separate one from their briefcase. "You're not leaving with this money. Its going to go towards something that will help people who need it, and not to line the pockets of a criminal." she sneers, as she moves tactically- keeping an eye on Gregory and his 'guard' as she goes about her business.

Mon-El has posed:
    The driver looks shocked when Gregory hands him a stack of money that is probably far more than what would be needed to repair the minimal damage to his truck. "S-sir?" he stares, finally taking the money after a bit of a delay. "Well it definitely wasn't your fault, but thanks anyway..." He peers over at Lar, who is still prone on the ground. "I-is he okay?" he asks, pointing. "Well, maybe you can check on him, I'll see if I can get in an ambulance or something." The man then gets back into the truck and drives off.

    After a few minutes, Lar finally picks himself up off of the street, the pain finally having subsided at least a little bit. He notices Faora making a grab for one of those briefcases held by the robotic women, as she claims he is a criminal. Without knowing enough about the situation, he decides not to intervene.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "You know, you thieves are all the same." Gregory adjusts his tie as he walks over towards Fae. "You walk around like gods gift to man, thinking you're some great equalizer, when all you really do is leave misery in your wake." He makes his way right up to Fae as she rips the briefcase away. "You disgust me, and should disgust yourself." He sends a full forced punch right towards the midsection of the woman before him not holding back like he normally would. "The world would be so much better without you."

     There's a force and a speed behind the punch that forces the air out around it leaving a burst of wind in its wake. From a standstill to a strike in mere moments as he lashes out.

Superwoman has posed:
    Faora is thrown backwards into a building. Through the wall. There is a rumbling sound, before light-speed laser beams fly out from the darkness towards Gregory's torso. She does hold back- she's stronger than most. On par with the likes of superman. Heat-vision comes first. Followed abruptly by Faora flying right towards Gregory- fully intent on hurting the man, if she's able.

Mon-El has posed:
    "Um..." Lar watches as they start to fight. Hrm. The woman looks...well. With that thermal vision, she's either Daxamite like him or Kryptonian like Kara. A quick scan though, and yup, she's Kryptonian. Another one that survived the apocalypse, huh? He folds his arms, and simply watches how this little...confrontation is going to play out. Typical Kryptonian, trying to claim the moral high ground, while probably causing more damage and injury to surroundings than the 'objective' was worth.

Redstar has posed:
There is a soft sound of a breeze and then a gentle fluttering of giant wings. A familiar figure had been spied by Victoria from overhead. So she lands softly behind Mon-El, glancing from fist fight to him with a raised brow. "Why do we always meet around fights?" She asks him simply, rocking back and forth on her toes.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     The lasers make impact with Gregory's torso, causing him to dig his heels into the ground as the force of the blast slowly begins to push him back. He calls out through the intense burst of heat which melts his glasses. "Don't you get it?" The asphalt begins to peel up behind his shoes as he's pushed back calling out louder."We don't need you!" His voice raising further in volume as he tries to force himself forward "We don't want you!" Pushing his hands in front of himself so he can start to walk.

     "Earth isn't some playground for you to force your morals on!" He practically screams. "Why don't you all just leave us the hell alone!" As he pushes his head down to force all his strength into moving forward. "We were better off before you started ruining our lives."

Superwoman has posed:
    "Yeah, I didn't ask to be here." Faora growls, as she lets the heat-vision stop, fists raised. "It still doesn't stop the fact you tore a man's arm off." she says. Faora- Superwoman stands there. The woman who tried to save the President but failed. The woman who was kidnapped to Apokolypse and resisted Darkseid's call. The dark mirror of Superman- the Woman of Darkened Steel. "You're a crook- and I have your scent." She says next, as people start to arrive. "I'll find you..." She assures Gregory, "And then I'll throw you into this planet's Rao-Cursed star."

    But then, a sound- a high piercing sound that perhaps MOn-El could hear, but it clearly took Faora's attention. She spits at Gregory. "I'll get you another time. Something more important has come up than your slime." She bursts into the air- through the building Gregory had walked out of. Another flash of light, as a severed arm is cauterized- and Faora flies off, carrying whatever weapons it was that Gregory had passed over. He could have the money, for now.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar watches Faora leave. Well she definitely wasn't in a good mood. Then Vicky approaches. He shrugs. "I don't know, maybe we should get somewhere quiet before something else happens?" he chuckles. He scans Gregory, seeing that he seems to be fine.

Redstar has posed:
Vicky watches the odd and angry woman yell, and Gregory yell, and simply tilts her head with a raised brow. "What was that about?" She asks befoe glancing at him with a raised brow. "Are you hitting on me, Mon-el?" She asks bluntly. Then she grins and it is clear she is teasing him. Something happened in the last day, that's for sure. "Fine. Where do you want to talk? Earthside, if you please. I'd like to go back to my boyfriend later."