7284/Fm'latgh nilgh'ri!

Fm'latgh nilgh'ri!
Date of Scene:	20 April 2019
Location:	Times Square, Midtown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Arella Despana, Harley Quinn, Danger, Spawn, Raven

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Arella Despana has posed:
It's midnight in Times Square and the traffic has started to die down as much as was possible in New York City. A slightly restful mood has set over the perpetually busy convergence of traffic and popular culture. Amongst the foot traffic Arella Despana - Dark Elf - war criminal - unethical scientist makes her way coffee in hand across the city streets. Despite being obviously not human the keep to yourself attitude of Ney Yorkers means she attracts little attention especially in her human garb of jeans, a sweater and beanie. Blue-grey skin, large green eyes and white hair are noted but dismissed. And she has strategically covered her pointy ears with the beanie. She looks at her tablet which has a modified look to it like it has sprung up an alien growth that is in fact Svartalfar technology. She picks up a reading on her tablet her green eyes grow wide and she flees the street for a nearby backstreet. Some reading she has picked up has the Svartalfar spooked.

On cue as the Dark Elf disappears behind a store. Still withing visual range of the center of Times Square a 'portal' opens. But only briefly. Through it in the middle of the street a giant creature. Roughly the size of an adult african elephant bull appears in the middle of the road. Size is not the only thing this creature has in common with an elephant. It is quad pedal. It has around six eyes laid out on its face like a spider. It's body is covered in tentacles. The temtacles seem to be concentrated around it's neck. It's mouth is a beak. It is dull grey in color. With it's emergence a psychic voice booms out "Svartalfar witch! Where are you!" It casually overturns a car.

Arella from her hiding place almost thinks 'Not here,' but empties her mind knowing the afdorementioned thought however quiet could amount to a reply.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Climbing out of the overturned car is some blonde woman. She's got a few bags of things, and is dressed in some red plaid short-shorts along with a tied up blouse that would otherwise be a button up flanel but has been tied into a knot to expose her midriff. And some comfy athletic flats. "I ain't payin' fer no jolly ride!" Harley kind of moves onto the sidewalk on her hands and knees as people start screaming and running away. "What? Ain't nobody seen a car overturned before? This city is pretty crazy."

As she turns to look at the beast that has come out of the portal she stands up and holds out a fist in its direction, "Hey you, the one with the eyes, and the tentacles!" A pause as she tilts her head to the side, and then holds up her hands with a shrug, "Am I 'aving that dream again? I mean, someone, quick, pinch me. I gotta know."

Danger has posed:
Looking at the time mentally, the girl who appears to look almost like a normal human teen girl, is considering whether or not she shoudl end her day. She puts a hand to her hip and looks up at one of the digital billboards as a model shows off a new style and her jacket shifts slightly to mimic a piece of it she likes though the change is subtle enough others might not notice as the black, leather jacket she wears gains a slight collar and the shirt under turns from pink to red. Her jeans and boots bear out no changes of great note, however. She runs a hand back through her dirty black hair, brushing it from her eyes, her pale face having just a hint of that uncanny valley that makes people wonder if someone is truly a real person.

However, it is just as she is about to turn about and walk the other way when a portal opens up and a six-eyed, tentacled, beaked, tentacle elephant monster creature appears. She stares for a long moment and hten considers, "No, nothing like that has been reported as having happened before." She shakes her head and then approaches the creature with the wide smile that comes with lacking a true understanding of social norms. She is about to greet the creature right when Harley speaks up. She turns to look at Harley, walks right over toward her and reaches out to pinch.

Spawn has posed:
    Alone in his misery, Al had been disguised as an old bum and was sitting along one of the hidden nooks and crannies of this environment. Along his fingers he was flipping and dangling a golden ring, looking upon the engraved letters and trying not to let himself read the words they spelled out. As always, he was failing.

    "Wanda..."

    His voice, impossibly deep, spilled from his throat with a hint of tragedy behind it. He likely would have been lost in that reverie even amongst the loud crashing and screaming(this was New York, nobody knew how to drive and everybody argued and fought), but the voice in his head was clear, and cut through Al's mental fog like a hot knife through butter. Instantly his disguise failed, the human shape falling apart almost grotesquely before it turned into red cloth, and the true form was revealed beneath.

    Harley made a request, and the figure who dropped down behind her granted that request, two long almost-clawed fingers covered in inky black moving leather reaching out and pinching her around the bicep. Hard.

    "You're gonna be dreamin' of dirt if you don't get the hell outta here."

    Even as he spoke, it was clear that he had no intention of running. No, he was itching for a fight, and this thing looked like it could deliver.

Raven has posed:
    To say that Raven has much of a reason to be in Times Square might be something of a lie. It's noisy, cluttered, and absolutely chock-full of people, all of whom have such intensely present emotions. On one portion of the street, a couple has just broken up. Both of them are screaming, drowned out from the rest of the square by the din of the hustling and bustling citizens. Each small clump of people, some as granular as two or as massive as ten or more is a complex bundle of feelings- and above them, on a balcony that isn't exactly what one would call 'accessible' to the public, looms the unassuming form of the Half-Demon Raven.

    She stares down at the throng of people, each person illuminated in full by the same lights that conflict with one another just enough to provide her with this small pocket of blackness in which to be relatively unseen. What she is doing is as creepy as it is especially strange- peoplewatching should likely be a hobby for another person, and not the incredibly antisocial Raven. In truth, she is here to refine her ability to tune -out- of the emotional landscape she is standing in. She is here specifically to -not- feel, and yet, that is not going to be the way things end up tonight.

    Fear. Panic. Confusion. All of these things couple with the noise of a car being upturned, and, without even a moment's hesitation, Raven takes to the air. She has yet to pull her hands from her pockets, instead moving towards the elephantine source of the disturbance.

Arella Despana has posed:
The Mastadon tentacled, spider eyed, beak mothed beast continues it's rampage away from the collection of heroes, half-breed and meta-humans - not to mention crazy clown people. The violence was extremely random. The creature is apparently searching for something. Trampelling cars, knocking people aside smashing anything it comes across. "Witch! Where are you?! Come out and answer for your crimes!" It's voice booms in the ears of all around.

Arella remains in her hiding place keeping her mind quiet and camoflaged against the searching psyonic creature. She was formidable enough to face this 'thing' but for whatever reason she did not want to.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Well, she got what she was asking for, pinching. And from strangers. With the hip pinch she's making an exaggerated face and mentioning, "Ow, thanks there lady. Yer... swell... Ow!" She lets out even louder when her bicep is pinched from the shadowy weird dead, not dead guy. And he says something about dirt, "Dreamin' of dirt? Yer a few years late for that one Mister Creepystine. I got me this buried alive thing that really gets my goat. If you know what I mean?"

And then he starts moving forward but Harley is running forward, spreading her arms, and blocking Spawn's passage. She says, "No way, I saw the tentacled beast first." She starts wagging her index finger at Spawn, clearly not afraid of anyone or anything, and she states, "I bet if I jus' dress up like some kind of hot schoolgirl, it'll even follow me home." Poking herself in the cheek, she chews on her cheek a bit, and then pulls her finger back, "You think he needs a litter box of some kind? Or jus' a big swimmin' pool?"

Then the big Mastadon starts running about and rampaging, so Harley brings her hands together like a cartoon character and holds them up to her chest, smiling big as she watches it. "I'm gonna call'im Rampage. Or, Peter. I'm not sure. Bud, Lou and Peter? Nice lil' ring to it all." And then she is giggling lightly and starting to run out toward the Mastadon with her arms spreading like she's planning on hugging it. "Rampage! Come back, Momma's got a better city fer ya to run around in!" Deftly dodging, sliding under, cartwheeling past, whatever is tossed in her direction.

Danger has posed:
A blink and the girl watches as the creature starts its rampage. She looks then to Harley and states, "You're welcome, by the way but I do not believe that such a creature can be tamed. Also why would dressing up as a schoolgirl matter..." Then she looks off intot eh distance and blinks and then blinks wider and then looks at Harley, "I do not know who you are but you are, what the internet refers to as kinky!"

She is off running, too. Rushing in the direction of the creature and considers, "I am sorry to tell you this but this creature you wish as a pet must be stopped." She then literaly sprouts wings, two large metallic wings flow out of her back and she flaps once to take off into the air. She is skyward fairly fast and then once she is above the creature she flips once in the air, the wings giving a massive flap to give her downward momentum on top of graviity to send a foot crashing toward the back of what she assumes is the head.

Spawn has posed:
    His path is momentarily blocked by the lunatic, and there's a brief moment of annoyance as the figure shifts his cape backward behind his shoulders. There in addition to the rest of his black and white bodysuit, under his right shoulder is a brown leather holster, where a Desert Eagle is pulled out even as chains are unfurling from around him to snake out into the world. Two of them wrap around the top of a lamp-post and the big man gets a running leap before flinging himself into the air. He's in a different trajectory from Danger(who he notes had a similar idea), and as he lands at around the side of the beast, he's swinging his left arm in an arc, firing shot after shot after shot into the creature's midsection. Spawn was no Hawkeye but he could be a marksman on a good day. And this was a target that you almost couldn't miss. He liked his chances of hitting.

Raven has posed:
    Truth be told, Raven is- as many might assume- not as physically strong as an Eldritch Elephant. For the moment, too, it is more important that the impending super-fight involve as few civilians as possible. Teleporting an elephant on the fly- that may have dimensional shenanigans of its own that Raven would have to contend with- is not as reliable as bringing herself to the ground. Striding forward in half-silence, the dark woman begins to speak under her own breath.

    From her extends a shadow, weaving through the fleeing crowd and seeking out those trapped, those frozen, those who cannot flee. "Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." Her eyes begin to swim in a pool of nothing, darkness overtaking them in their entirety as each midnight void is surrounded by some pale light, as if haloed by a corona of white. Each person that her soul-self finds, it consumes- bringing them suddenly from where they were, to where they are safe. It is not miles away- at most a hundred meters or so in a safe direction- but Raven herself plays the role of savior, plucking from the rampage its most vulnerable victims, the people who are in some way or another incapable of fleeing from the monster that seemed to appear from nowhere.

Arella Despana has posed:
The beast turns and one of it's tentacles shoots out to grab Harley. It squeezes her tight. Though horrendously strong the tentacle that wraps around Harley does not have the power to human crack bones- with pressure anyway. There is the danger however if left in place for long enough it may suffocate her. Spawns bullets are of little use against the monster. It does cause a degree of pain but the physical effect of even the Desert Eagle is akin to shooting an elephant with an airsoft gun. It appears to be quite durable. "Rend, stomp, tear, crush. I will destroy this pathetic home you have found for yourself witch and all it's pathetic inhabitants. Unless you face me." The creatures voice does not boom simply calmly states a fact. Given that Spawn has failed so far to hurt it substantively the creature ignores him - merely lashing out with another extendable tentacle lazily. Danger is still in transit towards the creature. Danger collides with the back of the creature's head. This has some small impact but like the bullets it serves to startle more than anything else. The creature has a high bone density. It might only be of modest strength relative to many of the eldritch creatures on Earth in this strange age but it appears to be very durable. Even against extreme blunt force trauma. Depending on her own physical integrity Danger might have hurt herself in the attempt however.

Raven easily plucks people out of the way of the creature. It seems more focused on material objects than people mercifully - but has little regard for the latter. No casualties yet but a fair amount of property damage and a few fractures amongst pedestrians is the net damage so far.

Although getting a little antsy over the damage Arella doesn't move from her hiding place. She does feel and resent the beginning prickings of conscience in her mind. AN unfamiliar sensation. Very new and very unwelcome.

Harley Quinn has posed:
The woman who pinched her decides that flight is the direction she's going to go. Harley is unphased by the wings, it doesn't change her demeanor one bit. When Danger comes full weight down onto the head of her Rampage, that gets her a little rile. "Oooooooooh." She hikes up her shoulders some, and shakes fists balled.

And then Spawn is flinging himself into the air and SHOOTING her future pet Mastadon. The woman in shorts and a limited knotted shirt is running, flinging her arms up in the air, "Run, Rampage, run! Become a lil' birdie and fly far far away from here!"

But, then, she's grabbed and pulled to dangle along behind the elephant from one of the tentacles. She's significantly stronger, and more durable than a normal human. Just not on par with those who have come to fight this day. The woman dangles, and sort of is all squished up by the tentacle, as she pulls 1 arm free to hold it up in the air, "Oooh oooh, oooh. I know where this witch is, Mister Sir Tentacle Beastie - Nickname Rampage." She strains out from in inside of the tentacle wrap that she's grinning, albeit with a clenched jaw.

Danger has posed:
A blink comes to Danger as she lands and the wings vanish. She ends up on the back of the creature briefly before flipping off and looking at her foot. She can see past her own illusion to see the damage done but it is not great. She is, after all, built to last. She should know. She built herself. She uses hardlight to temporarily keep things working while self-repairs take place, "Well, this is one tough opponent." She states and then looks over, "Oh! Hello, Raven!" She waves a hand and then grins, "It is I, Danger! I am trying a new look!" She then looks over at the monster again, "This is a tough one. Tougher than I am."

She then takes off again, but this time not with wings. She is running and fast. She looks to Harley as she runs and seems confused by her briefly but only shakes her head, "Your monster is very tough and is endangering others." Her arm stretches and grows, turning metallic as she suddenly pours it on and runs past the creature. Even as she gets out in front her other arm is changing as well. Once she is far enough ahead, she turns and comes to a halt. Two large arms flow out of her back where the wings were, bracing her into place as she aims both arms which now appear to resemble m61 Vulcans (really mean gatling guns).

"Cease your movements now or I will be forced to fire!" She then turns her gaze, "Raven, if you could remove the psychopathic woman from the grip of that monster, it would be greatly appreciated. Well, you do it or the strange red caped man."

Spawn has posed:
    The Desert Eagle was a powerful weapon, but against a being like this it was somewhat like a peashooter. This meant an option was crossed off the list, and the creature in the cape could move on to other tactics. The weapon was holstered even as that lazy tendril was intercepted with the swipe of a chain or three. Unlike the gun, these were powerful, and matched his considerable, officially 'enhanced' physical strength(not to mention being razor-sharp at points), he swiped in such a way that would hopefully lop off the limb.

    "Rend. Tear. Not a bad idea, asshole."

    Suddenly like a scurrying cockroach Spawn was a blur of movement under the creature's massive legs, slashing at tendons, the back of knees, thighs and anything else. His chains attacking swiftly and with powerful force, even wrapping around the creature's ankles in an attempt to slow it down at all.

Raven has posed:
    Raven had noticed Danger already, but was somewhat busy, for the moment, saving as many people as she can- so the pleasantries will wait until later. She takes off from the ground at Danger's insistence, however. Her hands leave her pockets, and she begins swooping forward. The shadow that had been moving along the ground saving the erstwhile victims, now that its job is complete, shifts shape somewhat- it becomes this massive, black bird and then, as if somehow it had always been a three-dimensional entity, it lurches out of the ground and 'flies' for the shape of Harley within the grasp of the elephantine creature's... Limb. We're going to call it a limb, this time.

    "I did not realize we were going to be fighting Japan today." she remarks. The bird, if it manages to engulf the crazy-lady in the beast's grasp, will do its job of teleporting Harley to a reasonably safe distance from the creature, of course- not necessarily outside of running distance for your average healthy sociopath, but Raven isn't entirely aware of that.

    In the meantime, she is pressing herself further into the air, taking a position further away than she's certain its tentacles can reach: While there, balls of anti-light, black spheres that within them seem to outline both her hands and themselves in coronas of white light, form around each hand.

    

Arella Despana has posed:
"You know where the witch is?" the monster who regards all as beneath it turns upon Harley Quinn. "Tell me!" it demands as it squeezes her throwing in a second tentacle. It is quite unprepared to flee as Harley suggests.

Danger's ultimatum is ignored. Perhaps indeed the creature would take some damage from the Vulcans - given the Desert Eagle had at least bruised it.

Spawn has the most luck his chains finally break skin and a smattering of Hemocilic or blue blood spills forth. Grabbing the creature would limit his mobility unless he has achieved some perfect mobility with his chains attached to an opponent. A horrible noise comes from the creatures mouth/beak upon the injury but it is not a scream - rather something warming up. The monster reveals a new power now and sends a blast of yellow beam weaponed power from its beaked mouth in a striaght exact line. Aiming straight for Spawn. Easily avoidable if untethered - but maybe no so much if he chooses to keep the biting, slicing chains in place.

When Raven deprives the creature of it's prize in Harley as well as any answers (which Harley likely didn't have) it is enraged. It lashes out with the tentacles all of which are unoccupied. People have for the most part scattered so first responders bear the brunt of the attack. Being flung hither and thither. They are mostly police now who have arrived but on foot since traffic has gone to hell. Small arms fire from these antagonists only serve to further enrage the creature. "Where are you witch?!" It screams.

The aforementioned witch - Arella - remains silent in her corner but summons up her armor preparing to join the fray should it prove necessary. But still asked herself the question - why did she even care?

Harley Quinn has posed:
As Danger runs up and comes close to her, Harley takes a look in the other woman's direction, as she's squeezed by the tentacle, but she's smiling big as she waves about in the air from the fast movement, "Awww, that's so sweet of ya to say..." About her pet being so dangerous. She groans a little as she's squeezed tightly by this tentacle, "This reminds me of my first crush, Tommy Big Arm... he gave the best bear hugs." A pause as she quirks her mouth, "Come ta think of it. He was a bear."

Turning her attention back toward the portal, Harley Quinn says, in a rather believable voice, in fact she believes it as well, it's such a great lie. Pyschopaths. "Yeah, I saw 'er running about yer lil' portal thingie. I bet she managed ta get in there when you were rampaging, Rampage. Oh, and I heard in passin' that she likes to hangout in Gotham. You know, if you were thinkin' of headin' afta 'er. And you can get away from all these crazies. I mean, seriously, who even wears a cape no..." And poof, she's now somewhere on the sidewalk, "more?"

With a little shrug she starts walking back to the sidewalk, and picks up her bags of stuff she's likely stolen anyhow, and finds herself a car that's been abandoned in this horrible mess, packing it up calmly with her stuff, before getting into it. THen she gets out, goes over to the back passenger side, unbuckles something, pulls out a baby in a baby seat and then sets the kid on the ground. Patting his/her head, she smiles, "Now wait right here till your mommy finds you, or else some clown in the sewer. Either way, keep a look out kid." And then back into the car and she commits grand theft auto, driving off with her stolen goods.

Danger has posed:
Smiling a little when Spawn gets his chains at the things legs and Raven gets Harley away, Danger simply states, "That makes things much easier, thank you." And then her weapon arms spin up, within moments blasts of pure hard light acting as the bullets flow out of the things at incredible speed and impact. The sound is akin to a scream of metal interspersed with constant bursts of tiny explosions strung together at such a speed that one is barely distinguishable from the last. The stream of hard light bullets might as well be a solid beam of pure destruction as the braces she created keep her from sliding backwards as the power of the two weapons fire. A wide grin begins to spread on to Danger's face and she begins to laugh and would clap if she could, "No wonder the movies make this seem like so much fun! It is!"

Spawn has posed:
    For his part, Spawn barely noticed the arriving Gothic Titan or the fleeing clowngirl, he was too focused on doing damage and grappling this creature, but when that beam got closer, his glowing green eyes narrowed and he was forced to abandon the plan in order to dart and leap out of the way. Flipping, springing, rolling, the Hellspawn moved like a soldier, like a man with training and the confidence of someone who thought they were untouchable.

    He was on the defensive, but when Danger provided that hard light assault, Spawn decided it was time to return the favor. That cape of his shifted off of his neck and shoulders, winding and wrapping around his right arm again and again, the material morphing until it looked like his right arm was almost twice as large as the rest of him. The red leather gauntlet covered in chains and sharp spikes, it wasn't going to provide much in the way of finer manipulation...but as he ran, leapt into the air and came down in a 'superman punch' aimed right for the creature's beaked face, it would be discovered that this thing didn't need to do much more than provide power and impact. To a frightening degree.

    "Back to Hell with you, Demon!"

Raven has posed:
    Raven takes her time engaging the beast. The others have it somewhat physically occupied, but it is flinging the poor unprepared police too far for it to be healthy. She offers a small grunt of exhasperated anger, and aggresses not with her physical body, but with her soul-self. Distracting it is key- while the great black bird approaches the extradimensional beast, Raven's black-covered hands each begin to launch bolts of that negative-light. Each shard of unlight packs more force than most firearms could hope to, but they're not necessarily designed to harm the creature- just make it think of things that aren't the two-dimensional raven-shape heading towards it along the ground.

    "The witch is not here!" she calls, "I will send you back to where you belong!" There is a momentary pause, there- Raven does not want to initiate the process of investigating the source of this particular beast, so she figures- just state the obvious. It's what she plans to do, if only she can find out where it's even -from.-

Arella Despana has posed:
Harley is whisked away and the creature continues to fling around innocent first responding police officers. No known casualties yet but the trajectory that many of them are following through the air is disquieting and might lead to lethal landings.

The creature is too bulky and possibly constrained by Span's chains so unable to dodge the Vulcan cannon fire. It is not Kryptonian though and it's 'soft tissue' (if it could be said to have such) incurs damage. Much like taking a few solid punches during a heavy weight boxing match the creature is swaying on it's feet. But it is angry and supremely determined. So it rights itself turning it's beam weapon on Danger - cutting through cars and pavement as it realigns its attack.

Spawn connects with both the beam and the creature's head with his fist. Some penetration of the skin and more blue blood. But alas the beam takes the wind out of Spawn's sails slowing him down limiting the power of his leap. And the damage is merely the result of his punch not the leap. That and the fact that the creatures (unsurprisingly) thickest bone density is around the head. "Demon! I am not a demon! You are the ones that hide and give succour to worse than demons. Where are you Svartalfar witch!?"

Raven has at least gotten the creature's attention. "The witch is here! I can feel her and her profane magics! I have no place that I belong because she took it from me!" And for a moment it is calm. Or seems to be. Before it flings a downed police officer in the direction of Raven.

Arella bites her lip and maintains her hidden position keeping her mind empty. No point spoiling this beautiful scene.

Danger has posed:
The firing continues for a few moments more when the beam comes out of no where and takes her by surprise. She winces inwardly as one of her arms is heavily damaged and the spinning weapon lets out a screeching sound and breaks apart. A piece slams against her leg even as the weapon explodes. Moments after that it dissipates due to the fact that it was mad emostly out of hardlight.

After that, for a few moments it appears she has stilled but then she looks up, "Raven and Chainman, I am going to have to withdraw." She states, "The damage is extensive and it will take time to repair, I will attempt to create a forcefield for people to hide." And with that, she seems to grow sevreal more limbs akin to a spider and uses them to carry herself back, "I will come back if I can." And with that she moves after the civilians, erecting a shield behind her as she goes.