7037/Gotham in the rain

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Gotham in the rain
Date of Scene: 26 March 2019
Location: Gotham City
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Crimson Dynamo, Carrie Kelley




Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    It's been raining on and off all day, but after the sun fell the thunderstorms really started rolling in. Gutters fill, and then overflow and the streets empty out. Away from surface streets, well the street lamps never work right half the time anyway but whole districts of Gotham vanish into the deep black. It's a time for the most dedicated of criminals to ply their trade, because amatuer hour? Yeah they're all huddled inside waiting for it to blow over.

    A van rolls up to the "Kurgil Metals" shop front, and three burly looking sorts pile out of the back. Theres a moment spent to glance about, before they rush to the door and start pulling at a cutoff saw's starter line to get the thing fired up. There are muttered curses, as the tool is fiddled with after a few abortive attempts to get it started. The drama is sufficient to keep the little crew glued on the action, as well as their fourth man. The Driver of that van, shouting at the trio from the safety of his warm car.

    The Dynamo had been looking for something entirely different when she caught a glimpse, banking over to get a better look. Just a dim purple glow amongst the storm clouds, before that glow flickers out. This isn't the Crimson Dynamo obviously, because when it hits the pavement it doesn't shatter glass in every direction. That dim camo blending into the dim rain darkened landscape effortlessly. She pauses a moment, standing out in the open ever so casually behind the van. Scanning the fellows involved, before she gets to it.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The weather wasn't so unusual for Gotham. It rather helped knowing that those who were more concerned about being wet than committing crime were inside for the night. With many of the other vigilantes currently out of town on their own missions, or self-finding journies, that meant even the newest had to be out on the streets patroling. Normally Kestrel would be keeping to Bludhaven as that's where she and Nightwing commonly worked. Now she's back in her original stomping ground.

With a radio bud in one ear to inform her of anything popping up on the police band, or any of the other informants that helped out. Oracle, Alfred. Any of them might have a task she would need to attend to without wasting time.

It's almost a surprise when she comes across the sight of the men in the van attempting to break into the metal work shop. A hint of amusement flits through her before she focuses. What was that figure that landed? It looked sort of familiar... ish. Sort of. Nightwing and Red Robin did say they'd be calling in help. Opting on the side of this being the case she approaches from the side so as to not get caught in any unintentional crossfire.

Working from the shadows at a distance was what she was best at so far. Just as the man pulls back on the saw again to try and start it, a batarang slices through the air and the wire snapping it back to ensure that it would be completely worthless.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres a soft crack, followed by an audible -KLANG- from the van. It's enough to gather the gaze of every man, enough that they don't even see the batarang at first. There's more confusion than anything, before it all goes right to hell. Theres a most brilliant purple flash, as bright as the sun followed by a roaring crack. When it passes, the back of the van is twisted and smoking. The headlights glow increasingly brighter for a moment, before they and the engine quit in unison. The driver stumbles from the cab, coughing and holding a hand over his eyes.

    He doesn't get much time to say anything mind, because in another pulse of purple light something's on him. A suit of armor, decorated with some sort of splinterey urban camo scheme. It hurtles in close, offering a single punch to the face before touching down in a slide. That mechanically distorted voice growling, as the suit lights come back on.

    That's the "Ultra Dynamo" mind, the asymetic three eyed face plate and purple appointments are sort've a give away amongst the armored folks. "You going to surrender, or do I get to beat you into submission?"Armored plates crackling with more of that purple electricity as she drives the point home. See, Dynamo has a legit Intimidation game she just never gets to play it.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
With that flash of energy pretty much destroying the van, Kestrel is more than happy to stay out of Dynamo's way. She'd recognized her now, enough to guess this was another of the 'modes' of her suit that she had been showing off in Red Hood's hangout shortly after they'd helped rescue her. While she attends to the driver in flashy style the others were left to their own devices.

The man holding the saw stares at the cut pull string in hand swearing at the luck of it, not realizing yet that it was cut and not snapped. The other though? He doubles over with a yell as the batarang had lodged in his thigh where it had arced down after taking out the chord.

The element of surprise in that area was long gone, even if the explosion of the van draws their attention away further.

Leaping from the shadows, Kestrel slams her fist in between the shoulderblades of the saw weilding fellow hitting just at the base of his neck in the process. It wouldn't kill but it would hurt enough that she can kick his knee out bringing him down, and slinging a parachord around him to tie up in a quick, messy, but efficient manner.

"Pretty sure they'll surrender after that light show!" She calls out as way to bring attention to her presence if Galina hadn't yet noticed. Never hurt to let a potential ally know where you were.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Thats two down, and a third starts to reach under his coat. The Dynamo is an blur of purple, clearing the gap in the blink of an eye and grasping at his forearm in a -flash- of electricity that leaves him limp. "Do not make assumptions, my friend."The dynamo snags the man's pistol casually, dropping the magazine and jacking the slide back to eject the chambered round. Then well, ever so casually she snaps the pistol in half. Giving that single chambere round to Carrie. "Was good throw, very timely and very accurate. Was good strike too, though location not ideal for empty hands."

    Casually the Dynamo offers her hand, before extending one foot. "Let me give you a lift, somewhere we can speak as friends and comrades. Not down here in this mess, yes?"Theres no handles, so yeah a lift is a little more complicated but hey at least she's cut the fireworks out.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel whirls around in time to see the third man with the gun taken out. Mentally wincing at her near call she watches as the Dynamo finishes off the weapon, and tosses the bullet toward her. It's caught out of the air without even a second glance. This at leas she was good at: Hand eye coordination. "Thanks. I'm pretty good at darts," she explains with a mild shrug. A small joke, but the serious expression on her face makes it obvious she's aware of just how close that she came to screwing up big time.

"A lift would be nice. I can call this in and have the boys in blue clean up," she explains with a little clearing of her throat. Of course, for a lift... she steps closer figuring this is going to be one of those 'hold on tight!' moments. "So, what brings you to Gotham on this lovely night?" She asks casually.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "For time being, this is my Area of operations."Offers the Dynamo, ever so casually. That thruster spools and, well lift off is actually pretty gentle though the rain isn't any better. Thankfully it's a short flight, a sprawling roof top of an abandoned building. Between a set of four ancient A/C units the Dynamo had set some discarded lumber and tarps, making what looks decidedly ramshackle at first glance. Once she pulls back the flap of that tarp, well this is a little hideout it seems.

    Its not much, but it is dry. Stacks of ammo, medical supplies, car batteries, food and water all in plain sight. "I never got to speak to you before, though I was very unwell for a time."That voice filter's gone now, which is nice right? "I wanted to see you in person for some time, and express my thanks. I -owe- you, and the Dynamo always pays her debts."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel doesn't have any thoughts or complaints about anyone's hangout. She didn't really have one of her own at this point and tended to use the others. Which was part of her reason for occasional visits to Red Hood's place, as well as others. Following inside she glances around considering the area with a slow nod of apparent acceptance to what she sees. Dynamo was far more militaristic than she was. It fit Hood as well. No surprise there.

"We appreciate the help. We're a bit low on bodies at the moment to help cover the area," she admits with a sincere smile offered toward the other woman. Mention of owing though, that just gets a tip of her head. "I just ran interference, mostly. Hood did all the heavy lifting. I..." Here she pauses, her face scrunching a little. "I wasn't ready to do what might be needed once he got further in. I would have been a liability."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "You shut your fucking mouth, and stop with that nonsense."And a pause as Galina pops the snaps on that helmet with a hiss of pressure, slowly rolling that lid off. "You did a good thing, and I am thankful. Look.."Theres a sigh there, as she runs a gauntleted hand through her hair if only to get it out of her eyes. "You will never be -ready- to do it, and thats fine. Some of us are warriors, and some of us are protectors. I was born for this, Red was twisted into who he is."

    And a slump, onto a crate of ammo. "Look red is my comrade and I love him like a brother, but he is not a good source of guidance on morality. You did your utmost to save me, thats no small thing. You did me a great favor, you helped save me from torture and summary execution. So you let me decide how thankful I am to be, alright?"And a pause, as she sources a coke and tosses it towards Kestrel. "Do not seek to become somone else, seek to be the best you. Do you understand, Kestrel?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel pauses at that. There's nothing she can really do but dip her head toward the woman in understanding. "Thanks. Kind of needed to hear that." The Coke is caught in hand, only for her to tap the lid a few times before opening it out of habit. She moves closer, sinking down to crouch with her back to one of those crates. It wasn't sitting so much as squatting but it worked for her. Her arms drape over her knees lightly as she takes a sip of the soda.

"You're welcome. I'm glad I could help in some way, at least. My name is Carrie, by the way." It's a simple offering as she flashes the woman a smile, and reaches up to remove her mask. Just for a few moments. It doesn't help much, she's no one easily recognized, but now she could at least be recognized by Galina.

"If you do need more help let me know. I can't do a lot but I can do what I can. And," she adds glancing up toward the tarp roof. "If you need some more ideas for places to camp out I know the city pretty well."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "You're more capable than you think, Killing is easy. I've done it professionally my entire life, mercy is hard. You're on the harder path by far, and for that you have my admiration."Galina takes note of that face, nodding softly. She pops her gauntlet off, before reaching across to offer her bare hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you Carrie, I'm Galina."And well shake offered, she doesn't waste much time in getting that gauntlet back on.

    "Oh old Paratrooper stuff, I have a bunch of these scattered around Gotham, New York, Metropolis. The electricity is a big part of all the Dynamo armors, but the Ultra and Crimson both use up a lot of ammunition in a serious fight. I have no logistics officer driving around to reload me between bouts anymore, so little caches and hidey holes."Galina smirks at that, snagging a coke for herself and a pack of smokes. "Who taught you to fight like that, the skills are there for sure but you still fight like you're pretty fresh."And it's hardly spoken as an insult mind.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The offered shake is accepted as Carrie leans forward to take the offerd hand. "Good to officially meet you." Then, just as Galina had, she taps her mask back in place. There was no telling when she might have to head out again, though for now having a small break from the rain was welcome. Her outfit was waterproof but it didn't make it any less chilly and damp. "Mm. My Sifu, Yin. She's out in Starling City usually."

"But I am new. I've only been doing this since Summer. It kidn of crept up on me and I decided it was better to try to improve my city than just hide in fear. I don't like feeling helpless. It's a start." Flashing a quick grin she adds, "I've also been training with Nightwing, but that's more on procedure at the moment. Sparring as well. I have a lot of work to do." There's a long pause as she sips her soda again regarding Galina.

"You've kind of got the option to walk your own path now, as well, you know. If you want to."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "I've always been who I am, it's why the Kremlin never much liked me."Theres a shift there, as the Dynamo gets comfortable. "Hell all the Dynamos have always been as I am, in their own ways. I mean I know the Red armor has always been said to be because we're all die hard communists, or because we love bloodshed or whatever nonsense. We're all career soldiers, we all promised to protect people by shedding blood on their behalf."

    Theres a humm for a moment there as she considers. "I do not expect you to be any great expert in Slavic folklore, but have you ever heard of the Bogatyr? Read much about Arthurian legend perhaps, Sir Lancelot and the like?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel can only shake her head at the question. "I admit I don't know that much about other cultures past the occasional play or opera," she explains with a sheepish grin. "It's something I need to work on." Which she could. She was young yet, if that removal of the mask was any indication. Not as much as Robin, but young enough. Her weight shifts just a bit to focus more on Galina as she listens.

"I've heard of King Arthur. That story gets rehashed numerous times. Is that what this Bogatyr is like?"

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Though they were, and perhaps are real. Prince Vladimir of Kiev collected them together, This is well before Russia and back when we were simply the "Rus people". These Warriors put on their plate, and wore bright red cloth. In this way in battle they would be seen, and they would spare the attention from their less mighty comrades. They were red to be noticed by both sides, to inspire or terrify. The first Dynamo was originally intended to even fight with shield and sword, but electrical attacks tended to melt these things. It's why the armor is always designed to look like a knight, and why we are always red. In Russia women could always be warriors, we have fought in every great battle of every great war. A polianitsa, heroic maiden."Carefully the Dynamo pops the snaps on her chestplate, and rolls it open to expose the brilliant red hidden inside.

    "In West little girls want to be princesses, but I grew up in military academy. Every girl there wanted to be a polianitsa, to hoist our colors high and carry the sword of our people. Hell there are more stories about polianitsa saving defenseless men, than the other way around. This then, the armor and all of it? This is what I have always wanted in my heart, and why they can not make me stop. Not the loss of limbs, nor injury, nor getting shot in the head. This path I am on, began when I was eight years old."Theres a shrug there. "Granted, I'd rather save a maiden than a man but thats besides the point. I am the star of my own Bylina, or epic poem."

    She dips her head, chaining up another cigarette ever so casually. "So I will fight and if I die, then so be it. They can rob me of nothing, I live and shall die as a gallant knight of the people."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
When the tale is told, Kestrel listens. More than listens; her attention is raptly fixed on Galina. There was something about tales being told that always caught her attention. The soda she holds in her hands is twisted about idly as a slow smile spreads over her. The red of the garment beneath the plate is noted along with a single dip of her head in acknowledgement.

"That sounds like something worth aspiring to. It sounds like you've already got a good path that you follow. I'm glad to have you here now, too." Lightly clearing her throat she sits up straighter giving another glance out the canopy to the rainy city beyond. It's breif and she looks back to fiddle momentarily with her comm unit. "Here. I should get going. I've still got a civilian life I need to keep up appearances with for now. But this is my comm frequency if you ever want to talk, or whatever."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Of course, do not be a stranger my friend. You need time to grow, and I am happy to be your shield until you are experienced enough to not have need of me anymore."Theres a wink there, before the Dynamo casually pulls down her own helmet oncemore. Those purple lights glowing softly as the armor starts back up. "And remember, that Luck may win the day as long as your courage holds. Not one step back, yes?"but well, she'll stand and watch Carrie go. Her own patrol route mapping out in real time, before she lights her thrusters up.