4199/Leave June Alone!

Leave June Alone!
Date of Scene:	04 April 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Bebop and Rocksteady try to bully Drake for spending too much time with a Foot clan member.
Cast of Characters:	Shredder, Slipstream

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Shredder has posed:
    It's been a cold day, but only moderately so. The breeze comes in from the ocean and washes down the New York City streets. On the side of the street, two figures are of the utmost stealth. An eight foot rhino and warthog. They wear trench coats, as if somehow it made them less imposing. They grumble to each other.
    "Why are we waitin' out here?" the rhino asks.
    "Because, we have a stakeout, that kid we're supposed to rough up walks around here sometimes," is the answer from the warthog."
    "When is he supposed to get here? It's cold, and rhinos are naturally acclamated to warmer enviornments."
    "How am I supposed to know? Karai didn't tell us nothin' but to wait for him here."
    A grunt is the response, and the rhino looks over at a cart of apples on a street side vendor. He walks up, taking one and popping it into his mouth the way most would a bite size candy. The vendor turns to him, an older man who looks like he was going to object, but then upon seeing the imposing mutanimal, he backs up, his eyes wide. The rhino simply snorts, and then returns to the warthog's side.

Slipstream has posed:
From the Team Static apartments comes Drake who is wearing a team hoodie and a simple black shirt over his torn at the knees denim jeans. He has a pair of headphones on his head and is followed by a golden Snowball robot who is scanning him as he goes, collecting data and sending it off to be analyzed by the brilliant minds at the Avengers. He gives a few sways of his arms back and forth to loosen them up as he heads down the street away from the two large anthromorphic creatures, not having caught sight of them in his distracted state of listening to upbeat techno music and fiddling with his phone.

Shredder has posed:
    The warthog points at the robot. "Hey, look it's one of those flyin' toys."
    "Oh! I've always wanted one of them," the rhino says. "Let's go get it."
    "We're supposed to wait for this kid." The warthog taps his chin, watching the little robot.
    The rhino shrugs. "Yeah, so? We can do both. Won't take but a second." He starts walking across the street, forcing the traffic to screech to a halt on his behalf, and the warthog follows, seeming convinced by his partner's logic.
    "Hey, kid," the rhino calls out as he gets closer. "C'mere a sec."

Slipstream has posed:
It is the sound of screeching tires and the ramming of Snowball against his shoulder which causes Drake to jerk his head up from his phone. He shoves it into his pocket and slips his headphones off, then widens his eyes at the approaching pair of Rocksteady and BeBop. ".. Um.." He trails off for a moment as he starts to backpeddle away from them. "What's up guys? I don't carry cash on me if you're looking for any.." Snowball gives a whirling noise as her scanners wash over the pair of mutanty animals to decipher their biology and send the data back to Tony and Bruce for investigation.

Shredder has posed:
    "Where'd you get that little drone?" the rhino asks, jogging up. The warthog likewise speeds up.
    "Yeah," the warthog snorts, "We just wanna look at it."
    "And play with it," the rhino adds. "Actually, we want it."
    Their analysis shows that they are actually a human/animal hybrid that has been artificially merged genetically. Traces of an unknown chemical are in their DNA.
    "I think it's one of those nerd ones," the warthog says. "Like from a sci-fi movie or somethin'."

Slipstream has posed:
"This is Stark Tech. It's not a toy. It's a medical bot. I'm dying from a rare type of disease so Snowball here follows me around, scanning my vitals and sending the information back to Stark's so his on-site technicians can try and make sense of it. So.. I can't give her to you, and she really doesn't do much outside of float around and scan me." Drake says with an awkward smile to the pair of them. ".. are you ... um... mutants? Aliens?" He asks curiously as Snowball floats behind him with her eyes going from n.n to O.o.

Shredder has posed:
    "Aw, that's too bad," the rhino says, "That like cancer or somethin'?" he asks.
    The warthog slaps him. "Hey, he might not want to talk about it, Rocksteady, don't be rude."
    "What, Bebop, it's just a question, ya know?"
    "Yeah, but you know what they said about tact, we gotta learn tact."
    "I ain't never been tacky," Rocksteady insists. "Anyway, where's the remote?"
    "It's a medical thing, it probably doesn't do anything fun," Bebop comments. "Say, wait, you came out of that apartment, right, kid?" he asks, as if the factor is important.

Slipstream has posed:
"It's called Chronoligical Disassociation. Essentially my body tears itself apart because it's trapped between thin layers of timelines. I was in an accident involving a super villian who attacked the city and it sorta scrambled my body up. I'm pretty much in pain all the time unless this bracelet is on me." Drake holds up his left wrist. "Keeps me sedated and keeps my body from tearing itself apart on a molecular level. You ever been stabbed with a sword before? It feels something like that I'm sure. Like my limbs are being hacked off and yanked apart. I almost would rather have cancer. At least it gives me a fighting chance." He gives a glance over to the building, then back to them. "Oh. Yeah. I work there.

Shredder has posed:
    "Yeah, I got stabbed before," Bebop nods sympathetically. "Not too bad, but I wouldn't want it all the time. I hope you get better."
    "Oh, he works there, Bebop," Rocksteady announces, "See, I told you it would be good to talk to him. So, kid, we're lookin' for somebody," he explains. "Think you could help us out?"
    Bebop produces a crumpled printed sheet with a picture. "Yeah, we're lookin' for..." he looks at the sheet, then looks at Drake. Then looks back at the sheet. "Hey Rocksteady, I think this is the kid," he says. "Are you named Drake Winters?" he asks. He turns the sheet so that Drake can see. It's a one page dossier with a picture of him directly on it.

Slipstream has posed:
The robot slooooowly rises above the back of Drake's right shoulder, staring at the pair of them as the eyes turn light blue to red. --.-- The gamer takes a peek down at the paper, then back up to them. "That guy is way better looking than I am. I just clean the toilets and mop the floors. Drake Winters wears the freshest clothes, eats at the hottest joints and scores with the most banging of girls. I'm dying from time cancer. I'm definitely not that cool." He says as he rubs the back of his neck. "Why are you looking for him? I can pass along a message to the secretary if you want." Please be dumb, please be dumb.

Shredder has posed:
    "Hey, the eyes turned red," Rocksteady says, pointing at Snowball.
    "Don't point, Rocksteady, it just means he probably needs his insulin. My aunt has this disease I think, she needs shots all the time."
    "Oh, I hate needles," Rocksteady answers."
    Wait, what were they doing? Oh yes, the kid. Bebop examines the sheet again. "You look a lot like him." He points. "Hey, you have a bracelet on your left hand, you are him!" he announces.
    "He lied to us?" Rocksteady asks. "I hate being lied to. You probably don't even have cancer." His eyes darken a little.
    "We got a message for you, kid." Bebop snorts through his pig nose. "You have been messin' with June. We been asked to come and 'politely' ask you to stop."
     He reaches out with his massive hand, reaching out to try to take Drake by the front of his shirt and pick him up.
    "We ain't very good at polite," Rocksteady adds.

Slipstream has posed:
"Hrk!" As Drake gets tugged upwards, his feet dangle beneath him. He has a genuinely confused look on his face. "... June? Um.. I.. honestly have no clue who June is... I have a girlfriend named Jessica and we're kinda in a really good spot right now." He tries to push himself free as his hands wrap about the large creature's wrists. Snowball gives another whirl of concern as it buzzes about them, angrily making an alert noise. "... Also, my robot is about to turn you into an ice cube if you don't put me down. Tony Stark kinda built her to be a medical robot slash defense system and her protcols are to protect me at all costs. I'm.. sorta an Avenger.. in training..."

Shredder has posed:
    "Hah, nice try, fool us once, shame on you, fool us twice...well, we're on to ya!" Bebop declares. "The boss told us we are supposed to make sure you don't mess around with her no more.
    Rocksteady arches a brow. "You lied again? You said she just followed you around. I don't like this guy, Bebop. I hate liars. I mean, sure we rough people up and steal, but we don't lie!" He swings a large set of five fingers at Snowball, trying to grab her out of the air, and Bebop swings his arm, throwing Drake toward the wall of the nearest building.

Slipstream has posed:
"I /really/ have no clue who you're talking about! I feel like you're being punked from one of my Internet fans or something." Drake says as he continues to dangle. "And she does follow me around. She's my medical bot. I really am dying. She is just programmed to protect me." When he is thrown against the wall, he hits it with a loud grunt of pain. Snowball on the other hand fires a large blast of super quick freezing liquid nitrogen onto Rocksteady's arm. The cold is painful as he will soon feel his joints lock up. The ice will begin to try and cover him the longer Snowball blasts him as her angry red eyes have a pair of skulls now. The alarms are going off loudly from her. WEE-WOO WEE-WOO.

Drake pushes himself up to his feet and gives a bit of a stagger. "Hey guys, seriously, I have /no clue/ what you're talking about. I don't know a June. I don't know who your boss is. But you are seriously gonna be in trouble if you don't walk away.

Shredder has posed:
    Rocksteady yelps, "Bebop! It's makin' me cold!"
    Bebop's reactions are fairly quick, his fist punching at the small floating bot to knock it away.
    "The kid thinks he can scare us off with a little ice," he chuckles, adjusting his 80's sunshades on his nose.
    Rocksteady, meanwhile, jumps back, straight into traffic, getting himself hit by a taxi cab. He slams against the hood, and then sits up on it as the cab comes to a stop beneath him. He growls at the cab driver, who looks in terror as he smashes the ice around his fist on the cab to free himself. He grabs the side of the car, and flips the vehicle up onto its side before turning back to look at Drake with a snarl and a laugh.
    "Let's mess him up good," he says.

Slipstream has posed:
"Hey! Be careful! You could hurt someone!" Drake calls over as he waves his hands about as he watches Rocksteady flip the car over. "Guys, please, I'm being super legit here. I think you got me confused with someone else, or I dunno... but I literally don't know who June is. I sit on a computer all day and play video games. I hardly get fresh air so I can't very well bother anyone." Snowball continues to dance about as her programming puts her into combat mode. The punch causes a loud metallic 'bonk' as it remains rather unphased and undented. She starts to how BeBop down with the ice, starting at his feet to make the floor slippery.

Shredder has posed:
    Bebop tries to chase after Snowball as she ices the concrete, running across the slicking pavement. Naturally, he slips, landing flat on his back. "Ow, that's no fair," he complains.
    Rocksteady laughs, "So you're one of them nerds who sit in their room all day. It's not good for you," he advises. "You can get a blood clot." He tears a wheel off the car with one powerful fist, the bolts which hold it in place snapping and bouncing across the pavement. The rhino rears back, and throws it at Drake like a frisbee.

Slipstream has posed:
The little robot lets out an amused noise from it's speakers as she starts to cover Bebop in ice to cocoon him to the ground. "I'm a nerd with a six figure income and I'm dating a Green Lantern. I'm doing okay for myself." Drake says, then blinks out of sight as the tire goes flying at him. He appears again behind Rocksteady and slams a speedy foot into the back of his knee, followed by a zip to the side as he throws a punch into the side of his face. Most likely he will just break his wrist on the stronger creature.

Shredder has posed:
    Bebop complains, "Rocksteady, get this thing off me," he snorts several times as the ice covers him. He writhes, and the ice cracks, only to be covered by more ice.
    The kick lands, and Rocksteady's knee buckles, setting him off balance. The fist also connects, with a very hard, very solid face that has very little give to it. Indeed, punching him is like punching a brick wall. He chuckles, and snaps a hand out to grab for Drake's throat and pick him up by it. "C'mon wimp, can't you hit harder than that?" he asks, ignoring Bebop's plight.

Slipstream has posed:
By now, Snowball is playing Taps for Bebop through the speakers. Dooo daaaa dooooo. Dooo daaa dooooo! She is turning him into an ice cube of fast freezing liquid. Rocksteady grabs Drake by the throat and he lets out a loud choking noise as his feet dangle again, coughing. ".. No. Not really ... I'm just fast.. not strong." He gags out.

Shredder has posed:
    "Not fast enough," Rocksteady says, and he throws Drake onto the ice where Bebop is quickly disappearing. "Bebop?" he glances round. "Where'd you go?" he asks, and then tilts his head at a giant sneaker peaking out the base of the ice block. "Oh, yeah that makes sense."
    The rhino walks over to a nearby fire hydrant, and after gripping it with both hands, he pulls it over to the side, breaking the seal and pulling the metal casting free, shooting water into the air. Not the best strategy against something with ice, but then again, nobody hired him for his brains. "Don't worry, Bebop, I'll get ya out."

Slipstream has posed:
Bouncing off the ice with a crack and a painful noise in his throat, Drake slides across the ice and off to the side. Pushing himself up to his feet, he clutches his head as he feels himself swim back and forth dizzily. "Dude, you guys are wrecking the neighborhood for no reason. Calm down and talk this out, please." Snowball seems to not be as nice as Drake as she flies in front of Rocksteady with an angry buzzing noise, her face plate glowing bright red. "Also, she is recording everything and sending it back to the Avengers. It's not like this will turn out okay for you. You ever been punched in the face by Captain America? He knocked out the Red Skull. Also, the Hulk? Dude.. you want to eff with the Hulk? We're good friends. He'll throw you to Jupiter."

Shredder has posed:
    Rocksteady waves past Snowball as if she was a large fly, and smashes the hydrant against the ice, cracking it in a few blows. He unearths Bebop, who simply shivers.
    "It can't be that bad," Rocksteady says.
    "You were the one complaining it was too cold a minute ago!" Bebop chatters, hugging himself.
    Rocksteady shrugs, "Yeah, but it's all relative. The kid says he is going to whine about getting beat up to the Avengers. How much are we supposed to rough him up?"
    "Every kid thinks they know the Avengers." Bebop answers with a glance around. "What happened?" he asks, looking at the car and spraying hydrant.
    "What?" Rocksteady answers, looking back at the mess. "So?"
    "Stupid, we were supposed to do it quiet."
    "Oh yeah, forgot about that."
    "Karai is going to be pissed at us." Bebop climbs to his feet. "Well, did you learn your lesson? Are you beat up enough?"

Slipstream has posed:
"I still have /no clue/ who the fuck June is!" Drake says in exasperation as he listens to the pair of them. "I don't know who Karai is. I don't know who you are. I just know that you two are idiots who are literally on camera destroying the street and wrecking cars and trying to attack a junior Avenger." He throws his hands up in the air. "Whatever, the cops are already called." He says as he gives a motion in the air to the sound of sirens approaching. "Have fun in jail."

Shredder has posed:
    "See?" Bebop growls, "You made enough noise the cops heard it."
    Rocksteady shrugs, and is about to answer when Drake calls them idiots. Rocksteady's eyes narrow, and behind the shades, Bebop's can be felt as well. "That'll cost ya, junior Bebop answers. They may not be bright, but they are strong. As one they both charge at Drake full tilt, the rhino ducking his head down, horn pointed directly at the Overwatch champion.

Slipstream has posed:
As they charge at him, Drake blinks out of sight and instead, leaves behind him a large pool of slipper ice as Snowball gives them the biggest digital smug look one can have. The ice trail leads them to the dead end alley where hopefully they will slip and slide all the way to the back for a crash landing. Cop cars pull up iwth loud lights and sirens as they come clambering out with guns drawn, shouting orders as the Overwatch champion pulls his hood over his head and walks down the street with his robot following after him. "See guys, this time no radiation or broken buildings."

Shredder has posed:
    One would expect them to plan for the ice by this point in the encounter, but they don't. Both of them slide right past as Drake blinks to the side. Rocksteady smashes into the side of the building, and Bebop flips over the edge of a dumpster, landing in garbage. They roar with anger, but by the time they are gathering their wits, Drake is gone, and they are looking at the cops with their guns.
    "Well, we already made a mess!" Rocksteady announces. He throws off his trench coat, pulling a heavy machine gun from a giant holster on his side, while Bebop does likewise with an mp5 in each hand. The ensuing firefight lasts for several minutes until the S.W.A.T. team arrives, and the two monstrous creatures take their leave via manhole into the sewers. That will probably be in the news.