7711/Pyro Basics

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Pyro Basics
Date of Scene: 02 June 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Punisher, Sindr, Gambit




Punisher has posed:
Raids. Skirmishes. Assassinations. When it's said that The Punisher is in a state of constant war with the global underworld... it's not an exaggeration. There's downtime between major operations, sure... but The Punishers life since the park has been one battle or another.

Now, there's a new major player in town, and the balance has been ruined. Now, since the warehouse fight, The Punisher's been working to up his game. The recon mission was successful, if not in the way he originally envisioned.

It required a change in strategy. It required bringing more firepower to bear to handle the small army of frigging ninja that would be coming after him.

At one of his major safehouses in the middle of New York, a workshop owned by another and given to him as a low key base, The Punisher has been bringing weapons and equipment out of The Armory via rental truck at night... and is currently in the middle of a run to the workshop building.

Sindr has posed:
So just another night in New York City, right? Castle's on his way back to the safehouse, when he catches a glimpse of something that is most likely fire. A molotov, some kind of arson going down, or maybe even an angry mob with pitchforks and torches, given the current climate surrounding mutants these days. At any rate, there's a glimpse of multiple figures down some alley and then the truck rolls past it all.

Anyone nearby and on the ground - maybe on foot, maybe not - would probably hear shouting of the sort that definitely says trouble is brewing. There's shouting of "get 'im!" and "don't let 'em get away" and "We got ya now!" along with defensive cries of "Leave us alone!" and "You'll be sorry!" along with "You don't wanna do this!" Always gotta be bullies somewhere, right? Whoever it is, sounds like someone will be hitting the hospital tonight.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau had business in the city. The sort that most of the X-Men believe he is done with and none would approve of... Well except the one that set him on the information in the first place perhaps. When he hears the screams and the cries he does 't say anything. He doesn't call for backup... mostly because he left his communicator behind...again...despite how many times Scott has threatened to staple it to his forehead. But Honestly... why share all the fun.

Punisher has posed:
It's a race against time, really. The ninjas Punisher is going to be fighting could be anywhere in the city, and they know he's hunting them now...

Still, the war isn't just the Foot... and breaking up the attempting lynching should be easy enough.

The truck stops just down the block, and The Punisher checks his Beretta 9mm and Uzi, placing them in their respective holsters on his gear web under his trenchcoat, and gets out of the driver seat.

He makes no attempt to be stealthy as he approaches the commotion, white skull vest and trenchcoat easily seen in the street lights as he goes.

Who knows, maybe just seeing The Punisher coming will make them piss their pants and run.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau meanwhile comes in hot and loud on his motorcycle from about the other direction. Perhaps pink and black body armor with a bellowing brown duster aren't quite as intimidating as the Black and Skull motif the other man is rocking, but those red on black eyes that burn like coals of hellfire do the job nicely in most cases. "Is dis where de party goin' on?" he asks with amusement. "Ah los' mah invitation but Ah should be on de list..."

Sindr has posed:
"Oh great, another freak!" One of them complains, and attentions shift toward Remy's direction. Apparently whoever these guys are, they're not terribly up on who's who in the mutant world. But yeah, the hellfire eyes are enough to buy a moment's pause. But, see, there's a group of young men there being surrounded, all of them weilding whatever weapons they could pick up. One of them has a flaming two by four, which is a little weird but probably not out of the realm of possibility. Another has a metal pipe, baseball bat style, which is /also/ on fire. Now that... that's weird.

"Hey mister," says one of the ones with a flaming weapon. "Just go on your way; no need to drag anyone else into this." he says, sounding entirely uncertain who's side Remy's on after all.

Nobody's even SEEN the Punisher until, well... Now. "Lookit, it's the Punisher guys!" said by the larger group of toughs. "Think he's on our side?" asks another. "I dunno, anyone know if he's a freak lover?" comes from yet another of the thugs.

Punisher has posed:
It's almost surreal how fast it happens. Sure, you hear the rumors about him... but to see it up close tends to terrify people.

It takes all of half a second for The Punisher to draw his Beretta and start firing, and by the time the one is saying 'freak lover' multiple gunshots ring out into the night as The Punisher starts to go to town on kneecapping the thugs around the mutants.

"Get the fuck outta here before you do something I'll make you regret." The Punisher growls out between shots.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau would have liked to banter a bit more... he likes to banter with badguys. Still when Frank starts knee capping badguys, he moes into action as well. He drops a trio of cards into his hand and whips them around at the feet of the goons on the opposite side of the one's the Punisher is shooting, blasting them into the air.

Sindr has posed:
WELL, there's lots of screaming from /those/ guys. And of course, this spurs /everyone/ else into action. Some of them are trying to get away. Some of them are just, well... trying not to die. The guys being attacked? They're fighting back!

The two fire wielders seem to be tougher than the thugs attacking them as well as their companions. When they hit people, they go down hard, or they go airborn. And then there's the having to put one's clothes out after they catch fire.

The chaos is, of course, beautiful if you're into that sort of thing. Violence, bodies flying, bodies hitting the ground, flames where flames are not wanted. It's over all too quickly, too. The flame twins (they're not remotely twins) are helping their friends up. One of them says, "Thank you guys. If you hadn't come along... Well, we'd be the ones needing doctors."

Punisher has posed:
Keeping a respectful distance as he shot up the mob still means he needed to reload a few times. Sure, The Punisher is an incredibly accurate marksman, so he doesn't hit bystanders... but a pistol only has so many bullets.

As the thugs start to head for him, he starts to kneecap them first. "Seriously, runnin' right at a shooter who's a very good shot? You assholes deserve the hospital bills for this." The Punisher grumbles as chaos reigns for a few seconds.

By the time it's all over, The Punisher reloads the pistol again, clicking the safety on and holstering, before he looks to the flame twins, "I do this so people like you aren't victims. Stay safe, boys." Punisher replies, before he turns around and starts to head back to the truck, slowly, his trenchcoat almost blending into the night.

Gambit has posed:
"Ah do dis foh fame, glory and de adoration of beautiful women, but yeah what 'e said sounded cooler." Gambit offers as he moves closer to the flame twins... a flick of his wrist producing a business card with just a number on it. "Dis is someone might be able ta 'elp yah... dat is if yah lookin; foh 'elp..." he glances around at the human carnage he and Frank wrought in a few seconds. "Not saying yah need it exactly but situations being what dey are.."

Sindr has posed:
One of said 'twins' pipes up, "Oh we got help! She gave us this power so we could protect ourselves." and then the other steps in, "Shh! Look Bill, I told you we shouldn't go runnin our mouths; that's how we got in this mess in the first place!" "Sorry Jamie, but I just..."

'Jamie' looks between Punisher and Gambit, and follows up. "Thanks mister....sss.. Don't mind Billy, he was just gettin fed up with those guys always messin with us. We were honestly trying to keep our heads down," and his next words come with a pointed look at 'Billy', "*exactly because there's so many of 'em*. So, you guys showin up was a real life saver, powers or no."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods slightly raising an eyebrow but says "Take de card anyway. NEvah know when yah c'n use more friends, non?" he asks, though if they don't take it the card would vanish with the same ledgerdomain that it appeared with. "Now yah migh' wanna put some distance 'tween yah an' 'ere. Even 'round 'ere dat many shots and 'sposions, someone gonna call de cops.

Sindr has posed:
The card /is/ actually taken, and pocketed by Jamie. "Yeah... Yeah, let's get outta here guys. Thanks again mister!" he says, and the group starts to make a break for it. One of the non-fire wielding youths, in a pique of fury, straight up kicks one of the downed thugs in the gut, then runs off with his companions. Apparently there's a bit of bad blood there.