67/Furiously Fast

Furiously Fast
Date of Scene:	17 April 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Nightwing, Starfire, Ravager

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Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing is clinging to the roof of the sedan by the tips of his gloved fingers, hanging onto the edge of the windshield for dear life. One of the other cars he's left behind, one of his sharp wingdings in its tire. But that was the support group. This is the lead car.

They hit the diamond exchange hard, eight guys total, four to a car. Dick had been lucky to be nearby but he could sure use some backup now.

He rolls to the side, just in time to avoid the spray of automatic fire that goes through the roof. Hanging on by one hand now.

Yeah, backup would be nice.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r heard a siren and was investigating... she's flying along in her usual purple outfit, feeling like doing some superheroing. A red streak of light can be seen, like a comet, trailing from Kory's hair as she chases after the car with the man on it. She ponders the situation. A man in a costume and a mask. Gripping tenuously to a car. She decides to figure out what's going on and aligns course and speed iwth the car. "Need some help?" she asks, glancing down into the car then back to the clinging Nightwing, not sure what to do here yet.

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson is wearing mirrored sunglasses because she's cool, and she swerves around the corner haphazardly because she's trying to close in on her friend Nightwing's car and the two cars that threaten him. Her white hair flaps in the wind wildly and she smirks like a coy smartass as she aims her gun at the car in front of her and fires. It BLOWS the gas tank like in a movie and it goes BOOM, cascading and tumbling overdramatically. She smiles and says a few curse words, probably feeling pretty good about that. Now that she's evened the odds, she rams the bumper of the car shooting at Nightwing, bumping it and making it aware she's right behind!

Nightwing has posed:
The explosion lets him know that Rose is on his tail. Explosions kind of go with her, following her around like puppies. Big, fiery, loud puppies.

Dick rolls a bit to the side, intending to try and figure how to drop and fall back onto Rose's car when suddenly Starfire is right there. He stares for a long moment because, well, it's Starfire. She's a gorgeous tangerine colored woman with a body designed by God's own personal Hugh Hefner. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

"I'm...I'm fine. I mean...no. I mean, yes. Yes, I could use some help," he says, wincing as another bullet rips through the hood next to him.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r shrugs. "Very well." She goes down to float alongside the car - a bullet strikes her and bounces off as she simply smashes the driver's side window as she fires a warning shot starbolt into the dash next to the driver, which leaves a smoking hole. "I would rather not cause your vehicle to crash or the like - make this vehicle stop... immediately.... or your head will be a smoking crater as well."

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson turns the wheel and swerves again as Nightwing lays around like a bum oogling Starfire. SCREEEEEE!!! goes the car. She veers and turns like a mad-woman as the car in front of her does about the same thing because it is under attack by Starfire, "Yeah, blow up those suckers!" she lets out without thinking, and veers around them, smacking into the side of the car like it's a race or something. She lets out some curse words as the car she's bumping and grinding starts to look like it might twist or turn out of control.

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing realizes pretty quickly that his current ride is not going to last long. The driver of the getaway car is more frightened than dazzled by Starfire's sudden appearance, yelping at the starbolt. He hammers on teh gas harder, though, trying to get away.

Realizing he needs to get out of dodge, Nightwing moves with the impossible grace that is his trademark. Batman may be the world's greatest detective, but Nightwing is the world's greatest athlete. He braces his legs for a moment and springs, kipping up in the air. He makes a brief handstand on Kory, using her almost like a pommel horse to do an Olympic-style vault, propelling him up and over in the air until he lands with a perfect plant on the hood of Rose's car.

"Try not to kill anybody, Ravager! Pretend you're a superhero for a second!" he calls.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r ponders as she decides to take action that hopefully won't make everything blow up as she moves in front of the car, and flips the hood up - and literally rips the engine out of the car and holds it in midair, hmmmmming happily as the bad guys' car slows to a stop. She shrugs as she then drops the engine back, upside-down, on the gaping hole where it came from as she smirks and winks at the bad guys before she turns to study Nightwing and Ravager, returning to float alongside. "You have an interesting pasttime - riding on top of cars," she muses.

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson blinks as Nightwing hops onto her car, "Hey, nobody's f'in hurt!" she lets out, "I'm trying to /help/ you!" she shouts in a big fat whiny voice. She slows down as Starfire simply takes care of the situation with the car, but the two people inside get out and start running away. "Yeah, that's right. Car chase owned," she mutters smugly.

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing squats down as Rose (hopefully) starts to slow down, keeping his balance and maintaining his position as an oversized hood ornament.

"That was pretty impressive," he says to Starfire, hopping down and waving Rose out to join them as he moves to try and get the captured criminals cuffed and prepared for their trip to jail.

"I'm Nightwing, that's Ravager," he says. "And yeah, I've ridden on a few roofs in my time. Trains, too. Even a couple of plane wings, which is a lot harder for those of us that can't fly," he grins roguishly.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r nods as she chases down one of the bad guys and picks him up by the ankle, blinking. "Hello, Nightwing and Ravager. My name is Koriand'r - I assume those are codenames. If you need one from me - I guess Starfire works."

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson smirks and puts the car into park as Nightwing hops after the two criminals to put the cuffs on them, "You're welcome," she mutters. She busies herself holstering her gun and gets out of the car as Starfire flies by with one of them by the ankle, "Yeah hey," she responds.

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing completes the cuffing of the others, laughing a bit as Starfire dangles the last of the hoods. "Codenames are usually best, on first acquaintance," he says. "And yes, thank you, couldn't have done it without you," he adds to Ravager.

"I don't recall having seen you around much before - are you new in the game?" he says. The woman's obviously not human, at least in the conventional sense. Alien? Mutant? Meta? It's hard to say, these days.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r shrugs. "Not many here have seen me. I just arrived here a few weeks ago. I am trying to figure out what to do. I... I am looking for a source of income, and a use of my powers." She shrugs.

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson crosses her arms, "She's an alien, Nightwing. Right?" she wonders as she leans against her red convertible. She flips her white hair.

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing nods, "The just arrived thing clued me in, Ravager, thanks. I'm not a bad detective, now and again," he says with a wry smile. "Well, I'm not sure if I can help much in terms of income, but as to what to do? You just did the best use of your powers you can - taking down some of the bad guys. There are a lot of threats on this world and the more help we have fighting them, the better," he says.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r nods. "Yes... I... I wish I could tie into a group of people of similar interests..." She sighs softly as she staes, "And yes, I am Koriand'r of Tamaran, crown princess... not..." She slumps. "Not that it matters anymore. My world is dead." She then asks, "Any of you know a good modeling agency?"

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson smirks a bit as Nightwing panders to her comment, "I heard that rumor," she comments wryly. "Hey, let's blow up---I mean, let's get in some mercenary action. It's totally worth it," she explains. She eyes Kory as she hunts for modeling time, "What? No."

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing shakes his head at Rose, "I'm not going to police your outside interests - you're my friend not my employee. But I wish you wouldn't do merc work. It's only a matter of time before someone asks you to do something you should say no to," he says. And he worries that Rose won't. She likes the action too much.

He considers Kory's words, "Maybe," he says. Wayne has a lot of interests, after all, and they hire lots of ad agencies who use models. "I'd have to look into it, but possibly. And yeah, I can understand. Being a part of a team is nice."

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson crosses her arms as Nightwing disapproves of her piece of the action, "It's no big deal, Nightwing. I can handle it," she tells him.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r ponders. "I've been trying but... the couple agengies I've tried...." She shrugs. "They didn't want 'freaks'." She sighs. "If you know a company that would take me..."

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing frowns, "I know a few influential folks who can put a word in the right ear. I'm sorry to hear that, though. People shouldn't be shortsighted and you're obviously beautiful, regardless of your alien aspects," he says.

He sighs at Ravager, "I'm not lecturing you. YOu have to keep peace with your own conscience. But I'm used to looking out for you, just like I am some of the others. I come by my big brother habits honestly, at least," he says.

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson shrugs a little, "Well I don't have any friends anyway, so I might as well work," she explains. She then looks at Starfire, "Why do you want to model so bad? Why don't you do something else."

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r shrugs. "Maybe... we can form a team..." she muse,s clicking her tongue. "We don't need the more expereinced people. I... I have more expereince than anyone should have..." she sighs softly. "It's... it's a long and painful story that I'm not ready to go into." She ponders. "I was really trhing not to hurt those guys..."

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing considers, "Perhaps," he says, nodding at Kory's words, "It'd be worth looking into anyway. And you do, too, have friends, Ravager. I'm one, at the very least, and I'm sure I'm not the only one."

He takes a moment to use his digital set-up, tapping an earpiece and quickly calling in the details to the police. Sirens can soon be heard off in the distance.

Ravager has posed:
Rose Wilson smirks at Kory, "What's the diff? Nobody's hurt. We didn't even punch them and teach them a lesson. I'd say we went easy," she explains, "Yeah good idea, let's teach all those jackasses a lesson," she comments idly.

Starfire has posed:
Koriand'r smiles. "Let's do it - but I need a job. To get money." She ponders. "Is there a market for professional translators?"

Nightwing has posed:
Nightwing smiles, "Tell you what - how about we find a nice rooftop, I order us some sandwiches and we'll see where this thing takes us. At any rate, we should get out of the way of the police and let them do their job. Plus, they'd probably want to impound, like, half of Ravager's hardware," he says.