6805/A Danger-ous Mugging

A Danger-ous Mugging
Date of Scene:	08 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Danger, Rorschach, Moon Knight

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Danger has posed:
It was late, not super late. Not so late that people were closed in this area. Late all the same. Danger was doing what she does. Going on a grid by grid search of places she wished to visit. When your brain could literaly lock in to a GPS and create a grid pattern, you could do that fairly easily. Of course, right now she doesn't really look like her normal self. She's got blond hair, cut short in a messy mop of blond hair with that almost punkish long on the sides to frame the face, short on the back kind of look. She is wearing a T-Shirt for the band Metallica (she finds it humorous for her own reasons), and a pair of baggy jeans. She looks almost grunge enough to be in this area if not for the fact that her clothes are far too clean and she's smiling as she walks along taking things in.

She had just walked out of a snack shop, a bag on her hand and a drink in the other when it was becoming clear she was a teen girl in trouble. Well, clear to anyone watching. Not to her.

As she walked, already two guys who had marked her as a potential target were moving on the opposite of the street, having already signaled their compatriots. From an alley behind Danger, two more guys pop out, grinning. From the alley ahead a girl and a guy are already waiting.

"Hey there, cutie." The girl is the first to speak up as she steps out to beside Danger, "What's your name?" She asks. The obviously butch, muscular woman gestures with her chin at the other guy and he moves to Danger's other side, grinning a 'friendly' grin as well even as the others begin to converge.

"You got osmething nice for me in the bag?"

The woman than blinks as Danger grins at her and shakes her had, "Oh no, this is all for me. Sorry. I don't really need to eat but I enjoy it."

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach lurks, always. He's not a rooftop denizen, lacking the acrobatic flair of the more legitimate vigilantes of the city. He's an alley dweller, his stained trenchcoat belted tight around his waist, his rumpled hat pulled down over his masked, featureless visage. The ink squirms, writhing like maggots over the surface of the mask. His breath comes slow and steady.

But to a simple glance, he probably seems just like a hobo, legs bent and slumped with his back against the side of the dumpster, head down, seemingly oblivious. Until the predators come out, sniffing at danger with a hunger. They don't notice as the trenchcoated man rises up and draws gloved hands from his pockets, the left hand dully metallic with the brass knuckles slipped over his grip.

Moon Knight has posed:
    And speaking of the rooftops, a lone figure is perched up high, stood and until now, had been looking straight up into the sky looking at the moon in the sky, and watching the occasional streaking metal purple man way off in the distance with a pair of binoculars. He'd read reports of Sentinels in NY, but had to see it for himself, and document the event personally. Hopefully this would remain an American problem, but he didn't trust his own government as far as he could spit, especially not when it came to implementing programs that seemed backwards to him.

    He was focused on his current task at the moment, not yet noticing the disturbance down below. The second real noise was made, though, he'd snap to attention.

Danger has posed:
"Sorry? You gonna be sorry. You see, you're in the Boa's territory. You know who the Boa is?" The woman grins and brushes a hand back through her hair and flexes her left arm to show a snake tattoo'd on it, "I'm the Boa." Her muscles are fairly impressive. The men around whistle and laugh. The woman grins at them with a wicked smile before looking back at Danger, her impressive height even greater than Danger's current 5'9".

"Boa is a neat name." The girl states and nods her head before she looks at the people around. Two more coming out up ahead from behind some cars. One idly flips a knife around and snickers, "I think we caught us a crazy one, Boa." The man says with a grin, "She don't seem properly afraid."

Danger looks to him and then looks back at the others around and then she looks distant a mmoment, "8...no." She looks around, "9...10." She considers, "10." She nods her head and then looks at Boa, "10 seems like an awful lot for one girl."

Boa takes a step back and tilts her head, "10? You dumb, girl? You know how to count?" She looks around, "There's 8 of us but yeah, it is a lot. Tell ya what. You just come with me for a little while." She idly reaches out to touch Danger under the chin, "Do as I say and I'll keep it to just us. How about that?"

Danger blinks, "While I think I understand the implications, I must decline." Danger shakes her head, "I have a great deal yet to se-EEE!"

The surprised sound comes out of Danger as the so called Boa grabs her up by the front of her shirt and rather easily.

"Hell, you're heavier than you look girl but not too big for me." Boa grins as she holds the girl up, "Now, I said come along..."

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach can feel the pattern around him, closing in. Tick tock tick tock. All the pieces in place. Like a foot caught in a beartrap, waiting to have the teeth close in. Rorschach intended to be the teeth. "I think she counted me," Rorschach says.

He's next to one of the ones holding in reserve and casually lashes out, driving brass knuckles into the soft meat of a throat, assaulting their partner with a vicious headbutt. He'll be overwhelmed, he knows. Too many, too fast. So be it. He's taken a beating before. He'll make them pay for their pound of flesh.

Moon Knight has posed:
    The Moon Knight was snapped out of his reverie by the sounds down below, and the looks of a melee beginning to happen. Marc's eyes narrowed beneath the eyelets of his cowl, and instantly the man began to act. From his belt the sharp, thin crescent shuriken were pulled and thrown through the air, three discs curving through the night sky as they aimed to embed themselves deep in the forearm of the one calling herself Boa, even as the big man was tipping over the edge of that building and falling through the night sky. Wind whipping violently through the material of his cape, he was a blur of white and silver, a tall muscular man missile aiming to utterly destroy one of the bigger goons there, the one behind Rorschach getting ready to bring down a length of pipe over the masked weirdo's skull.

    No words, not yet.

Danger has posed:
Danger lets out a little oof as she falls to the ground. Two goons go down hard. One from massive throat and face trauma, the other from massive...all the trauma. Boa is stepping back from Danger and calling out, "Guns out!" She looks at her arm and yanks two of the crescents, the third merely grazed off of her. They were not buried deep. She's tougher than she looks.

The remaining two who were crossing the street pull out knives. One charges for Moon Knight and the other for Rorshach. The one next to Danger pulls out another knife and grabs for Danger and aims the knife for her, "You're my hostage, girl."

Meanwhile, the other two who were coming in from the front get out a pair of pistols and begin to take aim.

As for Boa? Once she has the crescents out, she glares at Danger, "You stay with my nice friend, girl. I'll be back for you." Her arm? Not really bleeding. Just kinda oozing. She slams her hands together with a rather resounding clap and begins to stomp toward Moon Knight and Rorschach. Each stomp sounds...rather heavy.

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach uses the thug he's already engaged as a shield, letting the scumbag take any bullets aimed his way. He leverages low, driving the air out of the punk's lungs and flinging him across to try and disarm his closest opponent.

The clap draws his attention, his head whipping towards Boa. Superhuman. Just what he needs.

"Hurm." he mutters, approaching the thug he knocked down and stomping very crudely on his skull.

Moon Knight has posed:
    For his part, the white and silver-clad figure was eerily still in place as he stood without moving a single muscle, hood hiding his face save for glowing eyes glaring out from the shadow. Until the very second the knife-goon gets close enough to do anything, in which case his knife-hand gets dislocated at the wrist while a jumping Muay Thai knee was aimed to force him to reboot his computer, so to speak. he looked around at the goons, the gunmen, and the approaching 'Boa'. When the hooded man spoke, his voice was ragged and ominous, even as his posture was slightly hunched over. Ready for whatever was going to come his way.

    "The shit always flows from Gotham, huh? Some days I feel like a janitor."

Danger has posed:
The first thug with a knife lets out an oof as he is slammed by the incoming guy thrown at him. He goes down in a heap and, for the moment, will be trying to dislodge his own friend. Of course, the other guy with knife doesn't fair a lot better. He gets a knee to the face and a dislocated wrist for his troubles.

As it is, though, those two guys are barely appetizers for the main course coming the way of Moon Knight and Rorschach. The large woman gets closer and immediately grins as she sees them fight.

"You two, don't fire a shot unless I say so. These two seem tough and I haven't had a good fight in a while." She grins wide as she reaches idly over, grabs a metal trash can with one hand by partially crushing the metal, then slings it right for Moon Knight before she charges at Rorschach, "Come here!" And she attempts to grab him in a big bear hug.

Danger, for her part, stares and then looks at the guy with the knife, "Hey." She states idly, "I have been told it isn't good to kill. That I really have to be careful. Should I assume by how you hold that knife that you are right hand dominant?" The man holding the knife to Danger stares at her.

"Shut up, you stupid bitch! You must really be crazy. I'll cut you."

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach squirms so she mostly gets a hold of one arm, rather than enveloping his torso entire. Still, he's pulled in and soon she's face to mask with him, the squirming ink of his visage disturbing as the mutual body heat causes the sensitive chemicals in the mask to writhe and strain. His breath is fetid, onion and decay, and he drives his head in again, cracking his forehead against her nose in repeated blows. He might give himself a concussion trying to hurt her. Wouldn't be his first.

Moon Knight has posed:
    The Moon Knight leapt through the air, foot landing atop the thrown trash can and leaping off of that new vantage point while it was still in the air, coming down in a roll toward the big muscular woman. When he came up, he was already swinging his silvered metal staff with two hands as if it were a sword or a baseball bat, aiming it for the side of her knee while she was distracted by trying to crush the small trenchcoat-wearing runt. And he was swinging -hard-.

Danger has posed:
"Oh holy hell, your breath smells like-" And Boa doesn't get to finish her sentence when that mask hits her nose. She winces and seems to be trying to spit out words in between headbutts to try to tell this psycho to stop. Each headbutt genuinely feels like headbutting a brickwall. Of course, with someone like Rorscach throwing those headbutts, the bricks tend to crack more often than not.

Even as she is starting to feel her nose crack, she squeezes even tighter, hoping to basically win this game. Can she squeeze the life out of him before he can break her nose. Fair trade in her book. That is until the pure momentum of that staff causes a light crack on the side of her leg. Her knee doesn't break but her leg gives way to prevent that. Her leg turns inward and she goes down on that knee with a scream that basically tries to fling Rorschach away.

"You stupid...sack of..." She spits out a bit of blood and look sback at Moon Knight with some rage.

"What are you waiting for?! Shoot these fools!" And that is the queue for the two men with guns to start firing.

The guy with knife is still watching things happen when he suddenly opens his mouth in a silent scream. The surprise and pain are both horrifyingly sudden for him and hwne he looks down his right hand is gripped tight enough to draw blood by Danger. She looks at it as she pulls it away with the ease of a child moving a doll's arm. She reaches up and says, "Night night." And flicks a finger right into his nose with a resounding crack. Even as the guns start going off, Danger idly stands up in the middle of the gun fire and idly brushes herself off.

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach clings to Boa, taking advantage of her sudden drop and bringing his arms up, grabbing her by the skull. "Bitch," he whispers, spitting in her face, as he presses his thumbs against her eyes and starts to apply pressure. SUperhuman or not, eyeballs tend to be gelatinous, vulnerable, and he's fully intending on blinding her if he gets the chance, even as his ears ring and his jaw trembles with tics in the aftershock of his violent series of headbutts, any worries about gunshots or vulnerabilities lost in the momentary, blood-rush fury of punishing the wicked.

He shivers.

"Hurrrrrrrrrrm."

Moon Knight has posed:
    For his part, the man clad in white and silver pivoted and threw a gleaming metal weapon into the night sky, the boomerang arcing through the cold air before twirling and aiming right for one of the gunmen, whether it hit the ribs or the skull, either way it was going to break something. He spoke as he leapt into the fray of thugs, spinning that staff of his and combining it with kickboxing kicks and heavy boxing punches to ruin as many of these goons' nights as possible.

    "Hey Stumpy, you got a handle on Whitesnake over there? Or you need me to bail you out?"

    His tone of voice was almost...amused. And he didn't yet see what the little 'helpless' blond girl had done, he was a bit busy making sure the two vigilantes weren't getting shot or otherwise overwhelmed. But as it turned out, it seemed the girl could take care of herself. This was good.

Danger has posed:
The scream that rocked out was vicious. Boa's eyes were softer. They weren't exactly the soft orbs of a normal human but they were not as tough as her skin and bones. She was not quite losing her eyes but she was certainly not happy about her situation. She showed her displeasure by rather suddenly whipping her arms up as she stood up in an attempt to use her great strength to throw Rorschach away. Where he landed, she did not care. If successful, she'd immediately stumble toward an alleyway and try to make a break for it.

Meanwhile, in gun world, one of the gunman is hit in head with a flying crescent thing that gives him a nasty skull fracture that will put him down for the count. Potentially for a very long time. The other is changing his aim for Moon Knight only to blink as he looks to see Danger standing there and his friend laying on the ground. He stares and calls out, "Bitch!"

The gun fires, the bullet flies true and hits Danger square in the forehead. Ricochets off her, and flings right back into the guy's own foot. He lets out a scream and falls, dropping his gun and Danger blinks, "Rude." She states. Then she looks down to see her bag under one of the thugs and rushes toward it, "Oh no!" She declares even as she kneels down, "My choco-cakes!"

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach bounced off the side of the dumpster, putting a dent in it and rolling among the refuse. He shakes his head for a moment, his hat falling off to reveal the mask wrapped around his face. There's a bit of blood soaking into it, not for the first time. He's bruised and battered and more than a little dazed.

"No time. Can't stop."

He grabs the edge of the dumpster and pulls himself up, turning his head to survey the scene and see if there are any more scum to punish. He'll hunt the bitch in good time, if she gets away.

Moon Knight has posed:
    All around him were downed thugs, all groaning or crawling, some not even moving but barely breathing. For his part, the knight was breathing only slightly harder, this kind of heavy exertion in heavy leather and metal wasn't the easiest, just ask Batman how easy it is to leap across rooftops while wearing a more theatrical SWAT uniform. But he was more than ready to continue the dance, and as he looked over at Danger, he grunted once in response to her, before walking up and joining the three-way dance between him, Boa and Rorschach. The staff-wielding fighter looked at the coat-wearing man's mask curiously, tilting his head as he spoke.

    "Why is your mask my mom eating a screaming dog? What does that mean?"

    As he spoke idly he was snapping his staff in two, turning it into some nunchucks that he twirled around, just waiting for the gang woman's response, whatever it may be.

Danger has posed:
The Gang Woman's response, was to flee. Retreat was her main goal. She was not exactly excited by the idea of sticking around to deal with this. She had lost 7 guys to these two. She wasn't sure but she could have sworn she saw that girl break someone's wrist. This was not her night. A dumpster gets rocked to the side with the force of her flight as she is not seeing very well and she's big, tough and a bull right now.

Danger, for her part, pushes the guy off of her snacks and sighs, "They looked like they would taste very good." She states and then stands up and looks to the pair, "I thank you for your assistance. I am not supposed to get in to trouble alone. I was not sure I would have been able to keep that promise had you not stepped in. I greatly appreciate your hard work." She nods to each in turn.

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach flexes his fingers, rolling his neck to let his vertebrae pop before shoving his hands back into his pockets. It takes a moment for the adrenaline to drop, his heartbeat to slow. He'll need a drink and a pill and a sleep. He hurts. But he had hurt that woman and met these...strangers.

"This city is blighted. Blood runs in the gutters. Victim's blood. Innocent blood. I can smell it," he says, slowly shrinking back into the darkness. Moon Knight he stares at for a longer time, "Avenging angel. Hurm. You fight well. Beware the Bat. It's a territorial animal."

Moon Knight has posed:
    Looking down at the shattered man beside Danger, the big man spoke in an almost bemused tone. With the three people standing this close, it would be easy for both Danger and Rorschach to see that beneath the silver hood, MK's face was hidden behind a white facemask that betrayed no emotion, though when he spoke, the bottom of it moved up and down slightly.

    "Well, someone's been eating her vegetables. And her P.E.Ds"

    When Rorschach spoke, Moon Knight was folding his nunchucks up and putting them away, and pulling his boomerang from the broken grasp of a dazed and shocked former thug. Though if he didn't give up that life after tonight, it would be a miracle of stupidity.

    "Territory, that's meaningless to me. I am the Moon's knight, and fly where its light shines, same as the Bat. Same as all of us psychos."

    And while his back was turned, while he was aiming his grapnel gun for a nearby rooftop, he instead turned and regarded the man one more time. "I like your style. Try to watch your neck a little more, unless you wanna be the World's Deadliest Vegetable."

    And with that he was gone, descending into a dark shape off in the sky.