6894/Slipstreaming through Mutant town

Slipstreaming through Mutant town
Date of Scene:	14 March 2019
Location:	Mutant Town
Synopsis:	Bryn and Slipstream meet in Mutant Town
Cast of Characters:	Slipstream, Valkyrie

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Slipstream has posed:
With all the sentinel attacks on mutants recently and the news becoming oversaturated from both sides on how mutants should live their lives, Drake, the youngest Young Avenger is out on patrol overnight and into the early morning hours. Settled on a roof top in mutant town with his floating robot Snowball at his side, he taps away on his flat screen phone with his thumbs as he logs his night's activities. So far it's been fairly quiet. He's wearing his black Avenger leather jacket, an Overewatch symbol shirt and a pair of torn blue jeans with a tactical vest beneath his clothing.

"I'm bored, Snowball. But being bored is a good thing. Means I'm not gonna get punched in the fa---..."

From down the steet comes the sound of screeching tires, followed by a loud bang as it seems whatever vehicle was peeling out just ran into something. He can hear the sound of gunshots ricochetting off metal followed by a loud scream of pain.

".. So.. I need to stop talking outloud."

Pushing up to his feet, he leaps off the roof, blurs out in a blink of blue streaky light, then lands on the sidewalk. He quickly blinks a few more times as he activates his speed powers to warp down the block, tugging his tactical goggles over his eyes in the motion.

Valkyrie has posed:
Valkyrie has been wandering Midgard since Ragnarok, and currently finds herself in the urban jungle that is commonly referred to as the 'Tristate Area'. Bryn, as she prefers to be called now, is walking along streets and alleys somewhere in Brooklyn. After Ragnarok she's no longer drinking so much that the world around her is a blur, but the woman still like a bit of a buzz.

Wearing jeans, a leather jacket, and a heavy metal t-shirt, Bryn saunters along with a half-full bottle of cheap whiskey dangling loosely in her grip. The short, dusky-skinned woman steps out of an alley and pauses, head turning to follow the sounds of screeching tires and gunshots. "Well that can't be good." she offers, mostly to herself. Pausing to take a swig, she turns and heads in that direction.

Slipstream has posed:
As Drake blurs down the street, the world around him rushes by in short blue bursts that would make one think of a Star Wars warp speed effect. He is /fast/. Maybe not Flash fast, but he is starting to feel like he may get there soon if he puts in the work. As he blinks into view, in front of him is an aged Sedan ran into a light pole, smoking at the hood with a young man bent forward across the steering wheel. He is covered in blue scales and what appears to be a mohawk of feathers, a mutant of obvious physical deformities.

Across the street is a pair of men, one with a machine gun as the two high five each other. They're wearing dark red shirts with white crosses upon the chest, symbolizing the Friends of Humanity cult, a mutant hating organization who has been popular in the media lately. The man with the gun starts to cross the street, looking to finish the job as he locks in another mag into the weapon.

"Woah, hey! What the hell are you guys doing!?" Drake calls out, then lets out a loud noise of surprise as a shower of bullets sprays in his direction as he blurs and zips left to right to avoid them.

"Oh come on! It's too early for this!"

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn -walks- up, following the sounds of the gunfire. She's approaching the 'accident' from the other side as Drake, pausing to watch as the machine gun opens fire again. Brows knit and the short woman frowns.

"Oi! Cut that shit out, right!" she yells out. Almost as an afterthought she flips the mostly-empty whiskey bottle towards the guy with the machine gun.

Except Bryn is still a good thirty meters away. The side-armed throw beans the gunner in the head, shattering the bottle on impact. He goes down. Hard. "Ruddy waste of booze..." she mutters, sauntering closer now.

Slipstream has posed:
The gunman lets out a loud noise of surprise and pain as he hits the ground with a thump, his head bleeding from the impact. Drake glances over to the woman, then back to the other man as he pulls a revolver out from his pants. It only takes a half second for him to cross the street in a blur, swinging out a fist and connecting with his jaw, followed by a snap kick to the back of the knee as he topples over. Kicking the machine gun to the side, he glances over to his floating robot.

"Snowball, put 'em on ice."

There is a loud whirling 'doo-da-doo!' from the adorable Overwatch robot come to life via Stark Tech as she floats above the pair, spraying them down with a coating of insta-freeze as she wraps them in a block of ice.

Taking his communicator out, he taps along the screen, then starts to speak. "Slipstream of the Avengers calling in a medical emergency on .. fifth and grant. Two gunmen and an injured citizen. I'll stay on scene."

With a glance to Valk, he gives two thumbs up in her direction, grateful. "Thanks!" He hollers over. "You should play for the Yankees!"

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn continues her slow, casual approach as the robot sprays down the gunmen. At least she's walking in a straight line. The robot has her attention now, and she points towards it. "Nice little toy you've got there." She shakes her head, then deadpans. "Thanks, but naah. I'm too short to play baseball."

Brows knit as she takes in the scene up-close, now, and she gives Drake a curious look. Check the jacket, then check the robot again. "You're one of the Avengers? Ever hear of Thor? Big bloke with blonde hair. Likes hitting things with heavy objects."

Slipstream has posed:
Patting Snowball on the head, she makes a cute u.u expression on her LED face, then bumps herself up against Drake's shoulder. "I don't know, I think pitchers can be short as long as they hit the strike zone with an arm like that. I do know Thor. He's my teammate. Dude is awesome. He's the greatest at a party." Running his hands back through his hair, he continues on towards the car where the injured party is.

"I may need help here. You up to giving me a hand? I wanna make sure the car won't blow and to get him out."

As he rounds the car, he gives a few hard tugs of the door handle. "It's locked." He steps to the side and then slaps his arm into the back window of the car to crack it open, then reaches in to pop the lock, climbing in. "Hey buddy, you okay there?" He calls out the blue scaled mutant.

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn wrinkles her nose, flashing a wry smile when Drake mentions Thor. "Yeah, he's okay. Can't hold his liquor, though." she offers. As Drake starts messing around with the car, the short woman follows him almost casually.

"Here, now. Step back a moment." The woman walks slowly around the damaged front of the car, checking it out. "Nothing is smoking, but I do smell gas." The hood is crumpled, but she gives it an upward tug all the same. Metal creaks in protest, then shrieks violently as Bryn raises it anyway. "Turn off the engine." she calls out. "And lemme know if you need a hand moving him."

Slipstream has posed:
Climbing from the back to the front seat, Drake reaches over to turn the keys off after putting the car in park, then jerks up the emergency brake. Shifting around, he looks over at the man, frowning. "He's bleeding." He says as he reaches past him to pop the lock up off the front door. "He's also unconscious. I hope the ambulence comes." He nudges the passenger side open and crawls back out, then rounds the back of the car.

"How do you know Thor by the way? Ex girlfriend? Kinda figured he'd date a girl who's super strong."

Snowball follows after him, making light chirps here and there. "Snowball says they are about five minutes out, hitting some traffic. Police are on their way also."

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn nods as the engine is cut off, stepping around to the driver's side of the car. She tugs on the door, finding it stuck from the accident. Then she pulls harder and wrenches it open anyway. At least she stops short of tearing it completely off.

"Girlfriend? Ha!" she calls back with a smirk. Leaning into the car, she looks the unconscious mutant over. Touching lightly here and there, she give him battlefield assessment. "No gunshot wounds, and doesn't feel like any internal damage. He should live." she offers.

"And let's just say that Thor and I are kinsmen."

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh! Are you from his homeland, uh... Raganrok, right? I think it's what they call it? He and his bro Loki and um... Zeus, right? I'm Drake by the way. I go by Slipstream. Kinda the new guy on the team. I'm sorta speedy like that.. and... that's it." The Young Avenger says as he unbuckles the man and carefully leans him back, checking for his pulse.

"Poor guy. Mutant hate is on the rise and now people are being scared and acting like idiots for no reason. It's terrible. I've been patrolling mutant town for the last week and I'm seeing more of this. Those guys are from the Friends of Humanity. Religious whack job cult that thinks God wants normies to kill all mutants. Genetic cleansing. Nazi types. They're crazy."

Valkyrie has posed:
"Asgard." she replies. "Or New Asgard, technically speaking. After Ragnarok, what was left of Asgard's people settled here on Earth." Stepping back, she folds her arms and leans against the car while they talk. "I'm Bryn."

The dark woman purses her lips, then. "Friends of Humanity? Yeah, THAT doesn't sound like a supremacist group at all. Politics were never much my thing, but I have a pretty low tolerance for haters." She points to the cross emblem on one of the frozen FoH'ers. "I'll keep an eye out for THAT symbol, at least."

Slipstream has posed:
"That's right! Asgard. Oof. Sorry to hear that you all got displaced." Drake carefully drags the injured mutant out of the car and on to the ground after tucking his jacket under his head for support. He can hear the sirens in the distance now, tilting his chin upwards.

"Cops and medical are always slow to get out here. It's like no one cares anymore if these people get hurt. I heard half the calls go unanswered. It's starting to become a bit of a warzone out here." He says as he lets out a heavy sigh. "I wonder if I didn't use Avenger protocols if they woulda came." He kicks at the ground a few times with his foot.

"It's good to meet you, Bryn. Thank you so much for the help. Do you live around here or just kinda taking a long walk home?"

Valkyrie has posed:
    Bryn shrugs lightly. "I only lived part-time in Asgard, really. Spend a lot of my time here on Midgard, and some time in Valhalla." And that's as far as she'll go with the explanation, it seems. She steps in to help carry the unconscious mutant from the car as well. Once he's set, she looks back to Drake and replies.

"Right now I'm getting reacquainted with Midgard... Earth. I've been making my way along the East Coast. Sort of like camping, you might say. This IS still the US, right?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Yup, this is New York City. The Big Apple. Where everyone comes with a dream, then ends up living in a nightmare." Drake says as he gives a look about, lifting a hand at the sight of the ambulence and the pair of police cars. "Hang on one moment." He says as he starts over towards them, lifting up his Avenger credentials from his pocket. He engages with the officers for a bit, pointing towards the two gun men.

A few minutes later he heads back over to Bryn and grins. "Welp, we're good to go, no need to stick around." He says as he waits for the EMT to take the young mutant into the car for support so he can retrieve his jacket. He brushes it off, then slides it back on his body. "Have you ran into Thor since you got back to Earth? I can always hook you two up if you're looking to touch base. I see him all the time."

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn starts to step away from the car as the police roll up. She doesn't seem wary or skittish, just like her presence is no longer needed here. Watching while Drake talks with the police, she stuffs hands into jacket pockets and lingers a bit.

The short woman smiles at the offer, and it seems pretty genuine. Her voice lowers, becoming somewhat softer. Even more serious. "Tell him, when you see him, that the Valkyrjur remain vigilant. And we will answer his call." Something occurs to her, then, and she pulls a cell phone from her pocket. "Give him my number as well. Let me text it to you."

Slipstream has posed:
"Sure, I don't mind giving him the message. He won't freak out and punch me or anything if I do, right? He can hit /really/ hard. I sparred with him once and I think he sent me into the next zip code with a jab. I probably shouldn't have been taunting him. Called him Goldilocks. Was trying to get him to laugh so I can sucker punch him. Didn't work." Drake takes his phone out and rattles off the number to her.

"What about you joining the team? You're obviously of the super strong, maybe super hero type, right? Never thought about throwing on spandex and beating up bad guys for a living and what not? I kinda fell into this by accident and Mister Stark gave me a chance to prove myself. It's the best feeling in the world being able to help others, and to hang out with Captain America."

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn snorts at the description of Thor's punches. "Well if he ever punches you again, give me a call." she offers. Yeah, the woman stands a good foot shorter than Thor. Really scary. She thumbs his number into her phone, then pushes 'send' to fire off the text.

"Spandex really isn't my thing, but thanks for the thought. I'll keep on my own path for a while, at least. 'Goldilocks' knows who I am, and he'll understand. But I took an oath to defend Midgard, and I never break my oaths." She pauses, then adds. "Fare thee well, Drake."