8770/Undercurrents: A Meeting Between ''Friends

Undercurrents: A Meeting Between Friends
Date of Scene:	13 August 2019
Location:	Coreli's italian Restaurant, Little Italy
Synopsis:	A civil meeting between Hammerhead and Shredder goes wrong once Henry McCoy stops in for a visit. Rave is also there to witness it.
Cast of Characters:	Hammerhead, Shredder, Beast, Rave
Tinyplot:	City Fall
Tinyplot2:	Undercurrents

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Hammerhead has posed:
Little Italy, one of the former meccas of organized crime in NYC. This gentrified neighborhood may not be the mafia hotspot it used to be, but it still has it's crime problems. This neighborhood was known by certain people as one of Hammerhead's main turfs in the city, which he defended with great zeal and brutality. In this neighborhood there is a restaurant named Coreli's, ran by a Corsican by the same name. Most of the time it is a popular restaurant and Coreli is a well-regarded business owner. But in realty, Coreli's was one of Hammerhead's may fronts and Coreli, or the Corsican as he was known, was one of Hammerhead's top lietenants and potential heirs. It was at this very restaurant where Hammerhead was meeting a very important "friend".
    
     Men in pin-stripped suits stood in attention in or around the restaurant as a man wearing a beret and sunglasses stood up near a main table with his arms crossed. This man was the Corsican, and he was waiting for Hammerhead's "friend" to arrive. Of course, the boss did not tell him who tis friend was, but told him to look out for a man in "samurai" armor. The Corsican sighed and looked at his pocket watch as he waited for the friend to arrive,

Shredder has posed:
    Rice hats. Demon masks, the four elite that accompany him look even more out of place than perhaps the dated appeal of the roaring twenties. He isn't rude, using the front door as guests should. "Hammerhead," Shredder says in a single word greeting. His armor is worn, but as is, he is lacking the helmet, a black shozuko mask covering his nose and mouth, while his dark hair is tied up in a traditional japanese fashion.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy is making his way out to Bushwick. At the moment he's off visiting a family, before he decides to get a snack on the way to the train station back home. For a treat, stopping in Little Italy.

Rave has posed:
A smart vigilante would probably put a little more caution to themselves and avoid somewhere like Little Italy. But with the promise of some of the best pasta in New York was one of the better things out there. There were no stories of meetings that had brought the bright blunette to the restaurant, she simply pushed through the door in her skirt, knee-high boots and off-the-shoulder shirt. She might look like any other young woman out there...if it wasn't for that rather distinct hair and eyes.

Hammerhead has posed:
The Corsican breifly acknoledge the woman walking into the restaurant before turning to Shredder. He then says to him in a voice that has a thik, Corsican accent," Ahh, Signore Shredder, let me go get the boss." The Corsican then walks into a back office and, after a few quite moments, Hammerhead walks out. Hammerhead swaggers up to Shredder and says to him,' Ahh, Shreddah, welcome ta Littley Italy. Plsease, have a seat. Want sometin to eat? Coreli can have his cooks whip ya up somethin to eat if ya want." Hammerhead then sits down at the table where Shredder is at and looks at him with a grin.

Shredder has posed:
    "No," Shredder answers in a mildly dry tone. "You look pleased with yourself, though," comes the observation. "I do hope that is good news."

    Meanwhile, the four elites take up post along the wall. Something about their presence makes them seem to disappear. They aren't invisible, their presence just seems to fade as they stand still at attention along the wall, as if they were part of the furniture, unresponding to the entrance of Rave as she makes her way in.

Rave has posed:
No detection, no putting two and two together, Rave simply goes for a table of her own and makes to sit down with the menu. Apparently oblivious to the mob meeting at first, her eyes do however come to focus on the sight of the guy in Samurai armor. A blink a tilt of her head. Was this the whole 'fusion' thing?

After a moment, she fishes into her pocket for her phone. That was worth a quick snapshot.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy walks down the street, but slows down as he approaches a restauarant. "Coreli's, hmm," he says as he stops to read the menu posted in front, before shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, and stepping on in.

Hammerhead has posed:
Hammerhead grins again as The Corsican starts pouring him a glass of wine. Hammerhead takes a sip from the glass as he says," Ya bet yer sword i do. Ya know dat Hook stuff that's been all over the street recently. Well, look what i've got." Hammerhead then reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a ziploc bag containing some Hook. "Yep, pure hook. Benn trying to figure out wat da damn stuff is made of. Figure you cou.." Hammerhead's grin suddenly turns into a scowl of anger as he see McCoy walk in. Shaking his head, Hammerhead turns abck to Shreddr and says," Figured you could help me find out what is in da dmaned stuff."

Shredder has posed:
    As Rave pulls her phone, one of the elite ninjas makes a move, quickly closing the distance between Rave and Shredder. He stops, a mountain of a man. Perceiving her to be a simple civilian, he responds witha grunt of "No pictures." His demon mask is classice, clearly fastented to his head with straps as one might expect an old style japanese mask to be fastened.

    Shredder looks down at the bag, but does not seem to feel the need to pick it up. "Not yet, but I believe there to be an element to this which is beyond simple chemistry," he says. "The motivation of the creator still eludes me. It is irrelevent, largely. It creates competitors for real estate, and shakes the image that I have built that this city is safer with the Foot in place. Do you know who still attempts to undermine the control?"

     He follows the gaze over to where McCoy enters. Clearly not your average patron. He lets his eyes rest on the blue mutant, as perhaps is common, and then turns back toward Hammerhead.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy will be greeted at the door. "Table for one for a quick meal, if you don't mind too badly," he'll say, before being led past Hammerhead and Shredder, toward the back of the place.

Rave has posed:
Unnoticed as of yet, there's a moment where a quick photo might have been taken....then there's a ninja in her way, demon mask and all. Huh. Her gaze flicks up and down the guy, clearly trying to work out if it looked authentic or 'cosplay-ish' and having no real idea before before Rave stuffs her phone back into her bra with a shrug and then turns back towards the servers who were coming her way. Interesting, she'd probably have to follow these guys later.

One cabonara dinner with a side of eavesdropping seems a good enough way for the girl to spend her evening. Especially when 'hook' gets mentioned.

Hammerhead has posed:
Hammerhead was about to answer Shredder's question when all the sudden McCoy walks past him towards a table. Slamming his fists in anger at the sight of the man woh cost him hundreds of thousands, Hammerhead couldn't resist hs anger anymore. He immediatley gets up from the table and rushes at mcCoy, lowering his head so the top can point at mcCoy's back, like a ram.

Shredder has posed:
    As Hammerhead gets up from the table, Shredder arches one brow. The display of rage receives no comment, but instead he stands to his feet, and looks to one of his men. "I am not interested in having attention drawn to where I am. I will finish this meeting when he has expended his energy." A finger is raised, and the ninja move forward, and the one who had blocked view on Rave backs away, joining the blade covered master.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy finds himself getting, well, hammered. "What the..." he grunts as the ambush takes him completely by surprise, sending him flailing and flying back, with a grunt. "Check please, table one," he grunts, rubbing himself and climbing to his feet. "Look... not in a mood to fight tonight, whoever you are..." he then mutters as he gets up and tries to make an exit.

Rave has posed:
What the-...Rave was halfway through a mouthful of bread when the sudden explosion of violence has her opening her eyes and blinking in suprise. Wait, what? What the hell had she missed? Oh. Hank was here...and flying through the room.

Hammerhead has posed:
Hammerhead glares at Beast as he starts getting up. Deciding not to fight the Beas tnow, he says to him," Da name is Hammerhead ya mongrel and I will ya make ya regret messing with me and my business. You will see, you and yer pals will soon learn dat crossing Hammerhead is a huge mistake." He then flees out from the back door of the restaurant, along with his men.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy goes wide-eyed, as he gets to his feet. The man with the eidetic memory will make note ofthat name, and that face. Raising a finger "You picked this fight, Hammerhead. You and your shotguns picked this fight. But I'll finish it." And he ducks out the door, to grab a Nathan's hot dog from a cart instead. And report back to his friends."