3997/Ninjas have time off too.

Ninjas have time off too.
Date of Scene:	02 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Slipstream, June Connor

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June Connor (1787) has posed:
    It's partly cloudy today, and a little breezy. It sends a slight nip through the air, but other than that, it's not half bad if you remember a jacket. People bustle back and forth, streetside booths with magazines and store fronts opening for business for the day. Down the street, a young lady with a familiar short red haircut strolls, loudly colored jeggings with a bomber jacket over a Pink Floyd T-shirt. Definitely an interesting fashion statement. She has a nose ring, which wasn't there before, and the bomber jacket has an Talon symbol from Overwatch on the shoulder. Something not recognizable to a majority of the gaming community, but those who are deeper into it might.

Slipstream has posed:
A figure slides up next to her after trailign for the last few blocks. "Talon? Really? You trying to get my attention or are you just wanting to rub it in my face that you're a bad guy?" Drake asks as he appears next to her in a zip, wearing his own bomber jacket with the Overwatch symbol on it in a bright gold logo over the black material. He's wearing a pair of destroyed jeans and a solid dark gray shirt under his jacket. "And here I thought you being a ninja you'd be a Genji main. Color me surprised you're more Widowmaker or Doomfist."

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    Don't sneak up on a girl, it's a bad idea. Drake's sudden appearance causes her to spin and throw a punch directly aimed at the sternum. Not a killing blow, but something that would decidedly dissuade an attacker if it landed. "Wha!?" she exclaims, half battlecry and half surpise.
    She bounces back, ready for a fight, only now looking to see who surprised her. A bit touchy. "What the hell? You just sneak up on people for fun? After a moment, it registers who exactly Drake is, and her eyes narrow. "Oh, it's you. What do you want, Tracer?" she asks, the name spoken in a way that is decidedly not supposed to be complimentary.

Slipstream has posed:
The punch cracks him hard in the chest and Drake goes stumbling back with a loud whoof, clutching himself as he bends over to try and catch his breath. "... least it wasn't in the nuts this time." He mutters with a sputtering cough. "Really? A ninja calling me out for sneaking up on people? Do you not see the hypocrisy in that." He says wheezingly as he straightens up, wiping the tears that spring at the corner of his eyes. "And it's Slipstream. Or, The Drazzler. Copyright pending of course. Make sure you buy the merch when it comes out. You hit like a girl you know." He says as he rubs his chest. "I saw the jacket and it caught my attention."

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    "Drazzler?" she cocks and eyebrow. "Go with the other one, Drazzler sounds like a leaky pipe that became a popstar. If I hit like a girl, you must be a real pussy to be cryin' over it," she comments on the tears. "So what, you stalkin' me now? Not a real smart move, good way to get yourself dead. I'm sure your girlfriend would be pissed at you." She starts to turn back around, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets.

Slipstream has posed:
"Hey, I'm not crying, it's an automatic reaction to pain. LIke being choked, or being kicked in the nuts." Drake points out defensively. "Why you gotta call me names for? That hurts my feelings." He says with a huff. "And Drazzler is a kickass name." He mutters to himself. "My girlfriend isn't the jealous type. Sides, I'm not stalking you, I saw the jacket and got hyped because I was gonna talk all about Overwatch or something. Sides, shouldn't you be thanking me for letting you go?"

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    "Yeah," she mutters, "Explaining how exactly I got away from the cops with bruised ribs was a lot of fun. She said I should've killed you. I got demoted because you couldn't mind your own business." She turns to walk backward, facing you. "Now I get to do paperwork until I heal up." She arches her brow, as if you owe her an apology, while one is decidedly not forthcoming for you. Not exactly thankful.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yeah. You drew a sword on me or something and threw ninja stars at me. Wah. Sorry I gave you a booboo and saved you from life behind bars for attempted murder." Drake says with a smirk as he follows after her. "Also, paperwork is better than fighting D-list leaky pipes and going to jail. So, you play Overwatch?"

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    The redhead frowns, but doesn't seem to have a rebuttal this time. "Yeah, so? I'm not some streamer though, just play games all day, so I'm just bronze trash. I'm too busy for all that." She seems uncertain about the more casual conversation. "Why?" she asks, looking more suspiciously at Drake, as if she doesn't trust his motives.

Slipstream has posed:
"Well, let's see. You're a smoking hot red head that plays video games. You should be a streamer. You literally wear a V neck shirt and maybe a pair of fake hipster glasses and fourteen year olds will throw cash at you to even suck at video games." Drake points out to her. "Probably pay way more than being a pajama warrior, and it's /super/ fun. I can even help you set it up if you want. I'll even toss you a few hosts which can be upward to about a hundred thousand watchers. You will literally pull in like, I dunno.... five k on your first night from me alone. Money in the pocket. Beats a life of crime, it's entertaining as fuck, and you get to play video games." He says with a grin. "Also, if we duo on my smurf, I can hard carry you to plat so that no one will know you suck and people will respect you more. That and in plat, everyone kinda has better positoning so you will actually play better."

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    The girl tilts her head, opening her mouth and letting her tongue push against the inside of her lip as she tries to process Drake's response. "Wow, you really are hard crushin' on me, huh?" she speculates. "You don't know me. You probably wouldn't like me if you did. I'm not some nerd that just gets off on cribbin' people in a game, and... incidentally, I never even join voice because when people know you're a girl gamer, they just harass you for titty pics. Think I'll pass on life as gamer porn, I'd rather kick people's asses."

Slipstream has posed:
"Pff, then don't talk to people in game and just engage with your stream. Use mods to flush out the assholes. It's a job. You think when I have a hundred thousand people watching me, it's all yaaaay, go Drake! You're so awesome? No. I get people shit on me all the time, but I just ignore it. It's all about /the game/. You focus on the game and your playing speaks for you. Of course people are assholes in bronze. You're down in the dumps with a bunch of losers who can't aim even if they play Winston." Drake remarks with a roll of his eyes. "You don't gotta be a whore who begs for attention to be a successful streamer. My teammate Valkerie is one of the biggest girl gamers out there. Lesbian. Tats. Has muscles. Mohawk with pink hair. You think she gives a fuck about some guy asking to see her tits? She bans them and moves on, or she says something nasty back. It's part of the game. It's how you engage." He says as he folds his arms over his chest. "And I'm not crushing on you. I'm trying to help you. You seem smart and you obviously need an outlet. It shouldn't be something that gets you in trouble. I'm talking about getting /rich/. I can make you rich. Streaming is easy, you have no clue. I'm the freaking face of Overwatch Twitch right now. You should take advantage of it whlie I'm on top."

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    "Yeah? What if I was ugly? What if you pulled that mask off and I was some rat-faced dude. Would you be playin' nice then? You wouldn't even probably apologize for punchin' my teammate out if he was awake. He's in the hospital, you know." The girl shakes her head. "I don't care that much about video games. I just do them to get away from crap. I don't want to be famous at it or make tons of money. Money people just piss me off anyway, bunch of jerks that think they can rule the world. And hell, maybe they are right. That's why I do what I do, show those twats that they don't own me, and stick it to them." She points when she speaks, like she has some type of sermon to give you about the evils of the rest of humanity.

Slipstream has posed:
Raising a brow upwards at her tirade, Drake says, "You always act like a super bitch when someone is trying to do something nice for you and help you out? If you were a ratfaced dude wearing an Overwatch jacket I'd still carry you to Plat. At the core of Overwatch is the slogan that the world can always use more heroes." He points back at her. "And heroes don't need to have super powers. I get fan mail all the time from people saying that they're depressed, and that watching my stream helps them through their tough times. Gives them something else to think about. You're a strong woman, right? How about being a role model for other girls who don't have it easy? Loser Fruit and Annemunition, even Valk are role models for young girls, not just gamers." He shifts his jaw in thought. "And I'd apologize to your friend, I didn't even want to hurt him, but you guys literally pulled fucking swords on me. /Swords/. I'm not sorry I knocked his ass out, but I am sorry that he's hurt. I don't want to hurt anyone. I just wanna help." He frowns visibly. "You wouldn't even give it a shot?"

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    "You woulda turned me over to the cops if I was rat-faced, though. I played you." She determines with a smug grin. She starts walking again. "People aren't heroes. They just like people thinking good of them, some of them are desparate enough that they will put themselves in harm's way to do it. I don't need anybody lookin' up to me, I'd make a shitty role model anyway. If you hadn't poked your nose in other people's business, you'd never have needed to meet me. You see ninjas and just think it's a good idea to get involved? Come on, I mean, where's the hidden camera, Mr. Fancy pants? That's a show that would really make you money. You don't know what you're getting yourself into if you get too close to me. You think you aren't bein' watched right now? You better get a clue. The people I hang with won't like seein' someone like you where you don't belong." Perhaps there is more reason than meets the eye for why she is playing colder than Mei.

Slipstream has posed:
"Of course I'm being watched. It's obvious." Drake says as he gives her a wider grin. "If your friends was gonna do anything about it, they would have already, but I'm sure they also know I'm pals with the Avengers and the Legion of Superheroes since I'm a public figure. Trying anything on me in broad daylight with my hookups would prove to be a bad day for your pajama warriors." His shoulders lift upwards. "And Star Labs saved my life, felt like I owed them stepping in and saying something. Let's not pretend that whatever your masters wanted isn't for anything good. You seem to be really hung up on your looks for some reason. Why would I care if you were some 'rat faced' guy or whatever? I'm just trying to help you find a better way. I'm kinda hoping for a new friend instead of an arch nemesis."

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    The girl shakes her head. "Trust me, they aren't worried about whether you are a public figure, and they don't care if you are best friends with Superman or in bed with a Green Lantern. If you turn out to be a threat to what they want, they remove the threat. It's nothin' personal, but you'd be dead just the same. You think I'm the best they got? I can see steppin' up for people who saved you, that's only right. I'm just sayin', I'm not worth your trouble. I chose my path, maybe it's wrong, but it's mine. An' nobody gonna take my choice away from me. So thanks for your pity, but I don't need none." She glances up, which reveals where one such pajama warrior is located, perched on top of a nearby building, overlooking the exchange. "And they're not pajamas."

Slipstream has posed:
"They look like unwashed onesies." Drake says as he follows her gaze upwards, then flips the ninja the bird. "I'm honestly not scared of them. Maybe I should be, but I'm not. And obviously you chose the wrong path. Beating people up and throwing swords at them is not any type of good path. You don't think it will hurt you in the long run?" He asks curiously as he tilts his head. "Let's say you do get caught and you go to jail. Then what? That's your entire life you just ruined. Look, we all got fucked up backstories. My dad.." He pauses for a moment. "He beat the shit out of my mom until the day she left, then he beat the shit out of me until I ran away from home, lived on the streets and in garages until I got lucky one day at an Internet cafe. I got recruited because someone took a chance on me, and now I'm this big shot video gamer. You are young enough that your life is not over yet, or wasted." He reaches out to touch her on the shoulder. "Give me at least one shot. If it doesn't work, then I'll peace out."

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    The ninja tucks away as soon as Drake looks at him. The story seems to have a minor impact on the girl. "Yeah, so we all got stories," she murmurs. "Look, I got no real hard feelings, y'know? We were on the other side of the fence from each other, that's it. I'll join your stream. Red Death's your streamer name, right?" Of course it's not, that's her id. "I'll check it out, but no promises. I'm not lookin' to transcend my place in the universe or any hippy religious whatever. I just play to have fun. You just better keep your head down if you wanna keep it on your shoulders, right?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Can't stop, won't stop." Drake chimes out in one of Lucio's voice lines as he gives a quick shuffle with his feet to mimic the playful dance style of Caporeia. "I also play to have fun, but I also play to win." Another D.Va voice line. He can do this alllllll day. (Lucio.) Sliding his phone out of his pocket, he taps along the glass and launches her stream, then hits the follow button. "There, I only follow eleven people and now you're on it. Exclusive list by the way. I'll be on around eight tonight. Send me an invite and we'll have fun. I can see about getting you some overlays or whatever to make it pop." He flashes her a grin.

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    "You are so cheesy," she says with a shake of her head. Did she smile? No, not possible. "Okay hot shot, just remember, don't get your hopes up," she reminds. "I'm gonna get my food shoppin' done, if that's okay, or you gonna flirt some more?"

Slipstream has posed:
"I'm not flirting with you!" Drake says with exasperation in his voice. "Why can't a guy and a girl just be friends without someone thinking they're dating or making wild accusations? Eeesh. Maybe /you/ are the one doing the flirting." He says as he rolls his shoulders. "I don't got anything else to do, I can tag along. Make sure you don't rob the grocery store by drop kicking the poor cashier."

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    "You clearly don't," Red agrees. "I don't drop kick cashiers, what do I look like, a thief?" She pauses in her tracks, and then continues, "Well, a petty thief?" Maybe she should make a distinction. Then again, she does actually fit the stereotype of someone that would steal from a store.

Slipstream has posed:
"PFff. What's your real name by the way?" Drake asks as he saunters along after her, pulling the hood of his hoodie beneath his jacket over his head. "Seeing how you know mine since I'm a celebrity and all online." He grins at her.

June Conor (1787) has posed:
    "That's what you get for bein' famous," she answers, not telling her name. "You think I wouldn't be in pretty deep if I gave you my name? My sensei would probably kick me out on the street with more than a few bruises." She heads into a local grocery store on the corner. "Just call me Cara," she offers, knowing that was the name she gave last time. It was clearly someone elses name when researched.

Slipstream has posed:
"You don't look like a Cara though. You look more like a Sonia or a Tiffany." Drake says as he gives her a wider grin. It's almost as if he knows something. His brows tick upwards a bit. "So, where we going wannabe Elektra? Where does a ninja go grocery shopping at?"

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    "Elektra? She's a scrub, please. She's like...last tier ninja," The door she walks through is to a rather small and run down ethnic shop. Looks like it's asian by the characters on the sign. The old lady at the counter greets her, and she returns the greeting in what sounds like Japanese, smiling and bowing slightly respectfully. "See, I wouldn't steal from this lady, she's really sweet and always asks me how my day is. This is Mrs. Hamashiro." She says something to her again, and hesitates, as if she is trying to remember the words, and slowly continues. The woman listens, and then bursts into a smile, nodding happily, but not saying anything for lack of English skills.

Slipstream has posed:
"Elektra would kick your ass from here to Madripoor and back. Please." Drake laughs at the notion. "I don't know much about ninjas, but I do know that she's kinda /the/ go to ninja when it comes to ninjas. You shouldn't disrespect her. She may come out of your closet at night like the boogieman and beat you." He gives a wave to the old woman, then glances down at his watch as it beeps. "Okay I gotta go, late for stream. I guess I'll see you online then."

June Connor (1787) has posed:
    "Yeah, you know about ninjas. Everyone knows about Elektra. The best ninja is the one you never hear about. Being a ninja isn't about being a badass fighter, it's about no one ever knowing you were there in the first place." She smirks. "Well, I guess I'll see you on tonight, hot stuff," she teases. "Lock your doors." That last part didn't seem to be a joke.