4691/Summer School Blues

Summer School Blues
Date of Scene:	19 June 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Spoiler, Huntress

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Spoiler has posed:
So what is a girl to do when she's taking summer courses in an effort to push through college more quickly? She finds a coffee shop near Gotham U to settle inside of and try to push through her reading assignments no matter how boring it is. At least the endless supply of caffeine and pastries helps. They're not waffles -the food of the gods- but they're close.

Stephanie Brown idly chews on the cap to her pen as she reads through a section of her Macro Economics assignment, a notepad close at hand as well as one of those little laptops that use web based apps to keep hardware specs to the barest of bones and price points. It may not crack any sort of encryption or hack the Federal Reserve Bank system but it gets her through classwork.

Sighing, the blonde leans back, rubbing her eyes and turning to stare out the window abesently.

Huntress has posed:
Across the street, an office space on the third floor has been rented for nefarious ends. The computer screens glow in dim lighting, the men inside dedicated to working the dark web for a variety of ends, none of them good or legal.

Until tonight.

The window crashes open and one of the hackers finds himself flung out and landing hard on the sidewalk, breaking his leg as the silhouette of the Huntress stands above him in the shattered frame.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown blinks. ".... holy crap..." She just stares. The guy sprawled out on the sidewalk. Looking at his adversary, Steph squints, trying to pick out which one of the Bat-guy's minions did this new number. She knew they were sometimes rough but even this seemed more extreme than usual.

Huntress has posed:
Huntress leaps down from the window, landing on booted feet alongside him. She has her crossbow in her hand and fires a bolt directly into the man's knee, shattering his patella and likely giving him a permanent limp.

"You're getting off lucky," she says, the lithe woman in the purple armor glancing up to make eye contact with the blonde across the street.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown blinks. ".... whoa. That was... extreme." In her head the word echoes with the gutteral-cranked-up-to-11 volume of a monster truck show promoter: X-TREME!! on full reverb. (sunday! Sunday!! SUNDAY!!!) She absently tucks her textbook into her backpack and then her little laptop. Shovelling her papers and supplies in after. All the while her eyes remain on the scene unfolding across the street.

Huntress has posed:
Huntress just slinks down the road a bit, going towards a dark alley nearby. She doesn't check to see if she's being followed. She assumes anyone who tries will just end up regretting it. Her cloak licks against her calves as she disappears a bit into the shadows, leaving broken and bleeding men behind.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown sees the direction the vigilante walked off and hurries to the side door of the little coffee shop. She ducks into the alley behind it and quickly transforms herself into Spoiler. Blacks and purples. A tousled bit of blonde hair and blue eyes over a black mask that covers her face up to the mid point of her nose and cheeks. She has long since mastered the art of impromptu quick changes. Considering she has no real armor it makes wearing most of Spoiler's uniform under her clothes a cinch. And then she takes off at a light run, seeking to catch up to this crazy vigilante and get some idea of who they are!

Huntress has posed:
Huntress is straddling a swift motorcycle of Korean make, a slender thing that's all curves and smooth planes. Fast as hell and rigged for racing. She's about to put on her helmet when Stephanie's movement catches the corner of her high, the crossbow coming up and aimed in her general direction quickly, "Step out nice and slow if you don't want an extra hole."

Spoiler has posed:
Spoiler emerges from the shadows, hands out from her sides, open palmed but not showing any fear. Yet. "I've been told I have plently of holes in my head for doing this sort of thing anyway. I don't think there's room for another." Her voice is young, slightly muffled by the half mask over her features.

"That was some impressive handiwork back there. Yours, I take it?" She isn't going to admit she saw the whole thing. Not just yet at least. "Pretty harsh though. Does..." Her hands move slowly, index fingers pointing skyward against the sides of her hood to resemble bat ears, ".... Mr. Cranky-Pants know you play rough with the boys?"

Huntress has posed:
She snorts, "He probably does. I don't ask his permission, though. Unlike some. If he has a problem with it, he can say it to my face. He's supposed to be a good detective. He can detect that," she said, gesturing back towards the building. "You don't want to know the things that were on those computers. I didn't want to know, but I do. So maybe I was a little rough," she shrugs. "Better than they deserved."

Spoiler has posed:
Spoiler nods. "I have an active imagination. And I can't really blame you. Just haven't seen you around before. I'm Spoiler" the blonde haired vigilante offers. At least trying to be friendly.

Huntress has posed:
"Huntress," she says. "I take it you spoil things for bad guys other than the endings of movies?" she says and there's a hint of a smile at the corner of her dark-lipsticked mouth, her green eyes relentless and unflinching as she takes in the younger vigilante. "You seem a bit young for it. But then Batman drags around little boys in shorts, so I guess you got a right."

Spoiler has posed:
Spoiler had never heard that zinger before. Not once even. Nope.

She replies easily enough in her own snarky way, "Rosebud's the sled." Then she smirks, "I can tie my own shoes at least. Huntress." She considers the moniker and seemingly approves. As if it mattered either way. "Makes sense. The crossbow and all. At least you're not the Purple Arrow... or The Angry Nun.." she quips, given the colors of Huntress' own get up.

Huntress has posed:
She takes a moment and runs her fingers over the cross at her neck, "Yeah, I'm definitely not a nun. Most of the nuns I met could kick the hell out of most criminals I've met," she says.

"You need a ride somewhere, kid, or you just wanted to make sure I didn't get a boo boo?"

Spoiler has posed:
Spoiler shrugs. "I know better than to cross nuns. I've seen the Blues Brothers many times" she jokes. Then shakes her head, "Nah. Just hadn't seen you around before. Glad to see someone else who isn't Batty around at least. And I'm good. These boots were made for walkin'. And running. And head stomping. I'm out and about so I may as well put them to their designated use."

Huntress has posed:
She smiles, "There's a biker bar about three blocks that way. Someone's always cutting a meth deal in the parking lot. Perch yourself on the roof across the way and you'll spot one quick enough. Good stomping," she says.

Spoiler has posed:
Spoiler tips two gloved fingers from her right hand to her temple and flicks them away in a jaunty salute. "Pip-Pip! Cheerio!" she offers in a badly faked british accent. And with that, she uses her one (mostly) legit piece of hardware - her graple launcher - to secure a purchase atop one of the buildings and then to draw her onwards and upwards toward that rooftop, her cape fluttering behind her.