723/Two Worlds Collide

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Two Worlds Collide
Date of Scene: 31 May 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Amarok, 343




Amarok has posed:
The night grows long in Gotham, but even still the lights of the city burn ever bright. But light casts shadows all over, and monsters great and small delight in preying on those who take a wrong turn into such shadowed places, particularly in the China Basin. A tragicly common scene is beginning to play out, a woman is being backed down an alleyway by a pair of thugs only to be cornered by a pair at the other end. If she's lucky, she'll walk away without a penny to her name, but otherwise unharmed. She screams for help despite knowing how common unhindered muggings are in this neighborhood. She thinks no one is coming to help her. She's wrong...

Tempest (343) has posed:
Gotham is not normally a place that Tempest hangs out. And he wouldn't be hanging out here normally either except for something that happened a long ways away, but the end result is that there's a shooting star coming in towards Gotham. Well not really a shooting star but the visual is very similar as Tempest goes arcing out of the sky at speed towards the port. Oh and he's on fire too. Re-entry is a bitch. He hits the water hard enough to bounce, and go skipping across the water of the port before he hits the dock and ricochets up into the air, bounces off a building, arcs further right down an alley to ping twice off the walls with enough force to crumple the walls and crack stone before he comes to a sudden stop right in front of the poor woman who's about to be mugged.

At least he's not on fire anymore, but Tempest is literally steaming as he starts to move with a groan, shaking his head a bit he plants his hands on the pavement and starts to push himself to his hands and knee's. Rescue is here!

Or not. Tempest collapses back onto the ground. Faceplant.

Amarok has posed:
The previous would-be rescuer, the one who's been getting called 'The Urban Wolf' stopped just shy of leaping from the building as the human(oid) rocket crashes onto the scene. Indeed everyone involved stops what they were doing to stare at the new arrival for several seconds, "...What the f-" Is all the first thug can get out before suddenly being kicked into the thug next to him and both of them being sent slamming hard into the wall as the Wolf swing-kicks in on his grapple gun's line, zipping it back in and holstering it before anyone can see. From the other end of the alley, his thin, horizontal LED eyes only barely illuminate the contours of his expressionless mask, just enough to make him look like a hound from hell stalking forward towards the thugs down the way...Or perhaps he's going for the easier target in between them. Who can really say?...

Tempest (343) has posed:
As thugs go flying into walls and people stare at the atlantean on the ground the steam starts to fade as Tempest's body temperature regulates. Hearing the thud and the crash and the likely accompanying scream of the would be victim is enough to jostle Tempest out of his sweet dreams. "I'm up... I'm up..." He says reaching for an imaginary alarm clock that would presumably be near his right hand with how he's gesturing but he doesn't find an alarm clock, he finds something squishy. And disgustingly foul smelling. That wakes him up and he pushes himself up quickly at that, "Oh gross!" He says to nobody and then blinks his eyes a few times, looking around at the situation he tries to collect his wits, but things are presumably still foggy. "Stand to the side ma'am." He says to the would be victim. His gaze squints down the alley at the glowing eyes but his eyesight is adapted for darker than this and he smiles, "Hey Urbie." He picks up some newspaper to wipe his hand off and try to get it clean. "Those guys down there friends of yours?" He asks and then he winces, "Ow... what did I hit on the way down?" He asks, rubbing his shoulder with his clean hand as he rolls it.

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf speaks in his low, cold, slightly modulated monotone as he steps forwards, "From what I saw? Everything. You take the trash behind me, the one on the right's got a burst ear drum and cracked ribs and the one on the left, your left, has a dislocated shoulder." He says as the other thugs start to panic after seeing the missile-man shrug off launching from across the city and smashing across multiple surfaces with seemingly nothing more than minor redness and irritation. The goon on the left turns to start running, "Man, this aint worth a purs-grahck!" He's cut off mid-run by a bullet to the back of his thigh causing him to trip and fall face first into a pile of garbage. Lucky for him, the bullet was rubber. But he doesn't know that. The Wolf returns the rapidly drawn pistol to it's holster and continues as if nothing happened, passing Tempest and the woman at a leisurely walk.

Tempest (343) has posed:
At the loud report of the gun Tempest actually jerks a bit, "Guns? Really Urbie?" Apparently he's given the wolf a nick name, everyone will get one eventually but he looks over towards the guys that Urban Wolf says to take. "Thugs... Did I land in Gotham?" He asks, looking around, "Oh. Chinatown. Awesome... Alright but I've only got a second. I've got to get back..." He pauses, "Nevermind, I don't know how to get back from here..." He sighs, "He'll be ok." He says to himself before looking at the woman. "Please ma'am, wait right here and don't move. You will be fine. You have my word." The violet eyed young man smiles at the woman and then in a flash, he's gone.

No he didn't disappear, he just ran, at close to a hundred miles an hour at the thugs where he reaches out and goes to knock skulls, gently, together. Of course gently is a subjective term. Gently enough to not crush their skulls like sparrow eggs, but hard enough to render them unconscious. That's the plan anyways. One of the thugs manages to get a shot off into Tempest's stomach where it simply flattens and falls to the ground with a clink. "More guns?" He asks, exasperated.

Amarok has posed:
The woman is clearly terrified, hyperventilating, pressed back against the grungy wall as hard as she can, and visibly shaking from the trauma she's experienced thus far. Just past them, the Wolf ignores the Atlantean's admonishments, continuing his casual pace towards the panicking last man standing. Said last man standing does what all Gotham thugs do when they panic. Screams with fear filled rage and blindly charges the costumed freak. Said costumed freak simply lifts his leg, albeit very quickly and harshly, into the man's forward rushing face, causing a sickening crack as the two objects meet. The man spins off and lands in a shuddering heap against the alley wall. Meanwhile, Tempest's pair crumple together quite nicely, now officially concussed by the trauma they've been through over the last minute, but at least in the painless embrace of unconsciousness. The last thing, gripping his badly bruising thigh is desperately trying to crawl, limp and otherwise drag himself away from the botched mugging, with the Wolf darkly stalking after him.

Tempest (343) has posed:
With the thugs taken care of for the most part Tempest turns his attention back to the other end of the alley where Urban Wolf is stalking down the last thug. He walks back over towards the woman, "It's ok ma'am, you're alright now." He says in his most soothing hero voice as possible and those intriguingly violet eyes are full of concern. "Would you like me to call you a cab to get you home? My treat." He says to the woman, "Or we can get you to a trauma center instead..." He considers, but he's also keeping an eye on Urban Wolf to see what he's going to do with the thug he's wounded. Surprise try out? Maybe.

Amarok has posed:
The woman shudders a bit, flinching away as Tempest draws closer, taking a moment to sputter out an answer to her far shinier knight (who mind you, rode in a fireball) with tears now freely flowing down her face, "N-n-no. I'll b-be fine on m-my ow-wn..." She says in a clear attempt at sounding brave despite all evidence to the contrary. As soon as an opening presents itself, she sprints away down the emptier side of the alley. Meanwhile, the Wolf reaches his wounded prey and casually rolls him over with his boot before harshly stamping down on his face, holding his boot there as he looks down and says in that same cold robotic monotone, "This time, I hurt you. Next time, I'll cripple you. Tell your friends, there's no place for criminals in Gotham." Without warning, he drops down to a knee, smashing the man's head to the side and knocking him cold. He takes a moment to get back up, reaching down behind the battered thug, picking the small rubber bullet up and depositing it in one of the pouches on his belt as he stands up, looking back to Tempest.

Tempest (343) has posed:
Tempest watches the woman run off to make sure she's ok before he rubs his shoulder again where he must have hit something hard on his way to a stop. He rolls the arm and shoulder again before he looks back towards Urban Wolf and the brutality there. A frown is easily seen on his face after that and he walks over towards Urban Wolf and the now unconscious thug. "Isn't that Batman's job?" He asks softly, "Or Batgirls?" He pauses and then adds, "Or Robin's?" He looks around the dirty alley there in Chinatown, "You know this isn't the type of thing you'll be dealing with with the Titans right?" He looks back towards Urban Wolf's facemask, staring at the 'eyes' because he presumes that's where Urban is going to look from.

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf stares back for a moment before looking down at the thug at his feet, "It's the job of whoever's available." He says as coldly as ever as he steps past Tempest and looks intently at the other thugs, apparently appraising them.

Tempest (343) has posed:
"I get it." Tempest says seriously, "I do, but you can't be everywhere at once." He looks back up towards the sky trying to figure out where he came down from to end up where he is but there's to many ricochet's to figure it out easily. "If you want to be a vigilante, fine, I'm not going to try and stop you or say you're doing the wrong thing. Poseidon knows that this place needs every person it can get trying to clean it up. I'm just saying there are going to be times when you're going to have to consider your priorities. Where can you do the /most/ good." He pauses for a few moments walking over towards the coweled and armored vigilante. "That's something only you can decide. Every life is important, saving just one person is one person saved but you're going to be in the position where you are going to have to choose. Save one person here, or save thousands. Maybe more. Being on a team is about more than yourself so do you think you're capable of making that choice?"

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf nods absently as he looks over the bodies, possibly not paying attention. Until he suddenly jerks his head around to meet Tempest's gaze, "You're right. I cant be everywhere. Not me....but this..." He runs a hand over his mask, "...This can be everywhere at once, most importantly, right here." He taps against the upper side of his head, "All I need to do is give this image meaning. One criminal at a time if need be." He steps away, seeming to be walking off before suddenly glancing back over his shoulder, "...My entire life has been about searching out the greater good, serving the needs of the many, putting the team first no matter what. I cant live any other way. Can you?"

Tempest (343) has posed:
"I wish that were true." Tempest says with a note of sadness, "If it were true, Big Blue and the Bats would have stopped all crime a long time ago. The Justice League, the Titans, all the people associated with Batman... all these amazingly powerful and good people and yet..." He gestures towards the thugs who are hurt and/or unconscious. "Just don't spread yourself to thin." Concern in his voice there. "So what do you do, tie them up for the cops or something?" He asks.

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf looks them over and then slowly shakes his head, "No....I've got a better idea." He pulls out his grapple gun and aims it up at the rooftops, "I'm going to stake them out. If I'm right, at least one of them will lead me back to a larger group, possibly even one of the operations I've been harassing." And with that, he zips from the groun, flipping up over the roof and out of sight, but judging by his words, he's still up there, waiting and watching.

Tempest (343) has posed:
"Really?" Tempest says, looking up at the rooftop. He crouches, thighs flex, and then he leaps up into the air easily clearing several stories to toe tap on the fire escape and jump up the rest of the way to the rooftop. Landing lightly he rubs his shoulder again and asks, "So how do you know which one to tail?" He looks over the edge for a moment at those down in the alley and then back over towards Urban Wolf.

Amarok has posed:
The Wolf is sat down, cross legged and still as can be, even after mere seconds have passed between his ascent and Tempest following him. He twitches slight, glancing up to the arriving Atlantean and gesturing to the spot next to him, "Just wait. When they wake up, they'll run, or rather, hobble, for a bit. Then they'll stop and plan out what to do. All I need to do is follow them without being spotted. I've done it countless times over the years." Says the 'hero' who only first appeared within the past month or two.

Tempest (343) has posed:
Tempest nods falling silent and just waiting for a while so as to not give away his position or Urban Wolf's. He does crouch down on the balls of his feet and gesture slightly, an arcane symbol tracing the air in a flash of a second before the air grows cool suddenly but only around Tempest. The water moisture in the are condences and soaks into the Atlantean who looks instantly much better as he drips, soaking wet now. It's clear he's holding in an exclamation of relief.

Amarok has posed:
The pair sit in relative silence for several minutes before the Wolf breaks the silence with a soft click. Should If Tempest looks over, he'll see that the Wolf's helmet is open and that he is actively removing it, revealing a dark ninja like mask beneath. Once the helmet is off and out of the way, he reaches up to pull the secondary mask away, revealing the face of the young man Tempest met on the bench in New York, "...Dan....My name, I mean. It's Dan." He says to Tempest in a quiet and far less severe tone, "I...thought you should know who you're working with, now that we've got a little bit of privacy..." Indeed, his tone has gone from confrontational and aggressive to downright sheepish, as if he's a completely different person with the mask off.

Tempest (343) has posed:
Tempest is pretty much the same person all the time, in costume, out of costume, but Dan would know that having met both already. Tempest smiles, "Nice to meet you Dan, and you didn't have to. I mean, it'll help get the others to trust you, but to some people secret identities are very important and we can respect that. He has to stop himself from laughing out loud though, covering his mouth and his violet eyes actually glow a little with mirth. "I actually thought you were a drug addict that day, I was going to try and get you help but you were kind of... anti-social and unwilling to be helped." Probably didn't hurt that Silver Sable is very pretty too.

Amarok has posed:
Dan chuckles ever so slightly, his eyes darting down to the corner of their sockets, "I'm sorry about that. I just...dont sleep well....The nightmares keep me from it...Like I said then, I'd rather not discuss it." He even seems more polite and well spoken...loon, "Uh, anyway, something happier, right? I...suppose she is reasonably attractive. Something I've noticed rather often lately in fact. Attractive women seem somewhat the norm in our line it seems. Even those on the team....Not that It will distract me of course, I'm nothing if not professional." He says with a slightly nervous smile. Although 'slightly nervous' seems to be the default mood of this particular face.

Tempest (343) has posed:
"It's because of the conditioning." Tempest says, "At least that's what I feel. We work hard to do our jobs well, and the well... human body, is just most attractive when it is in good shape. It also helps when wearing spandex to look as good as possible just to keep up your self confidence. I think that goes for everyone." He chuckles softly, glancing down over the edge of the building to see if the thugs are waking up yet then turns his attention back to Urban Wolf also known as... Dan. "If you need help sleeping... I'm sure M'gann could help with that but that'd take a /lot/ of trust for both of you."

Amarok has posed:
Dan slowly shakes his head, "I'd...I'd rather just leave it be....It's still pretty raw..." He pulls the ninja mask back up and slips the helmet on, pressing a camouflaged button on the side to lock it in place, "Thirty seconds before the first one should start to stir. One minute fourty before they start moving." And just like a switch was flipped, the helmet goes on and the cold hunter resurfaces, pushing the meek boy back down beneath the armor, "Any chance you've got some magic means of concealment? You kinda....stick out." He asks towards Tempest as the first thug, one of the two Tempest himself dealt with, starts to stir right on schedule.

Tempest (343) has posed:
"Nope." Tempest answers, "Not in this environment." He moves away from the edge of the building so he isn't seen. "Underwater though..." He smiles a bit at that. "I guess I'll leave you to it. I should get back to Poseidonis just in case I need to head back up there." He points skywards, "This wasn't really a planned detour but I don't know the station well enough to try and open a portal to there. I definitely wasn't expecting an explosive decompression and falling back to earth..." He mutters something about explosives in low earth orbit. "See you around Urbie, and let me know if you have any actual uh, needs for your room at the tower." With that he waves and then makes a run for the opposite edge of the building, leaping over several before off in the distance he dives into the water with perfect form and nary a ripple.