8783/Undercurrents: Cleaning Up

Undercurrents: Cleaning Up
Date of Scene:	13 August 2019
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Magik has had enough of Hook dealers in Bushwick. Pixie sees Magik at work and meets MD12. A message is sent.
Thanks to:	Magik, Pixie
Cast of Characters:	Kingpin, Magik, Pixie
Tinyplot:	Undercurrents

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Kingpin has posed:
The thing with crime in Bushwick is that it is brazen. The cops are too busy, too few, too scared or too uncaring to venture through the neighbourhood outside of emergencies. Especially these days.

So walking through at night is both asking for trouble and good for spotting it. The young mutant woman does not have to go far before she sees an all too common scene in Bushwick and cities across America. An aging row of brick faced buildings lines the right side of the street. Without air conditioning, the apartments above the dirty little shops are open to the summer night. They spill out the sounds of music, television, sex and yelling into the street.

A handful of people are gathered outside the lobby of The McClintock, just one of the shabby apartment buildings here. The men and woman, some obviously mutants and some night, are in a loose group. They wear a mix of clothes that were fashionable 20 years ago, creating some sort of retro montage that is lost in the greying and dirtying of everything that lives outside too long. They are all quite thin and look sickly. The few on their feet shamble along in an ungainly way, uncooridinated. Most have open sores. The ones laying or sitting on the ground seem obvious to the world around them.

Two young men, one with green skin and the other brown scales, hustle across the street to The McClintock in jeans, loose t-shirts and ballcaps pulled low. The door lock is long since damaged so they let themselves in and disappear past the elevator into the first floor hallway. They are only around the corner for a moment or two, then they come back and hustle back out across the street.

Magik has posed:
Illyana Rasputin

It wasn't hard finding one of these Hook dens. She needn't go very far at all. A few Demons sent out into the night to make sure there were enough dealers inside to get someones attention and then she was ready to make an appearance.

Illyana is not a woman who desires or enjoys dramatics.

These pieces of human filth had killed Doug. Poisoned Mutants all across the city. Killed an unmeasurable number of people with their drug.

And now they were attacking her friends?

The white-blonde haired mutant appeared and she's already holding her massive soulsword and black/silver armor as she ascends the steps of McClintock. "Anyone who is not wishing to be hurt... should leave." Quietly to those mutants covered in sores.

Every shadowy corner of the street looks ready to spit out darkness like and spill evil upon the neighborhood.

The Queen of Limbo is out to hurt people.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn had been enjoying the nightclub not far away, still dressed up in a shimmery silver dress with a slightly flaired skirt and pink pumps that match her hair, she doesn't look like she's ready for trouble as she wanders out on the street, spying the group of people outside the McClintock building. She pauses, biting her lip, wondering if she really wants to get involved in what's going on here..And then she spies a flash of blonde and that large soulsword and she frowns. "Illy? What's going on...?"

Kingpin has posed:
A couple of the people out front of The McClintock back away from Ilyana a bit. One watches her pass with dull curiousity. The ones on the ground do not even notice.

Headlights flare across Illyana as a little green rental Ford compact comes around the corner. It slows approaching The McClintock. The driver gawks at Illyana from behind and then drives off.

Magik has posed:
Illyana pauses her steps up the stairs only to gaze over at Megan with a fixed, pale blue stare, "Vzdayaniye... Retribution." The sword hefts up from her shoulder to point easily in an outstretched hand at the drug den, "I am going in here and I am killing anyone who is selling Hook until someone who knows who is sending hitmen talks... and if this does not loosen tongue.. I will find another one and kill everyone there. Time for games is over."

With that, she kicks open the unlocked door and strolls purposefully into the dingy drug den with her body shimmering a faint, ghastly green. She is not here to sell Avon.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks slowly, following after her. "Heeey, you can't just go around killing people!" she frowns, "Even if they are baddies..." with a sigh, she follows after her, determined not to get left behind..Or to let her get herself killed. Not that that woudl ever happen..

Kingpin has posed:
Passing through the lobby and its aging, worn carpet leads to a t-intersection. Most of the apartments are off to the right. There is only one door tucked to the left in the direction the two young men went and returned from.

The number on the door is 101 and there is a little 'Manager' sign underneath it. There is a wireless web camera pointed down from the wall just past 101 that should pick up on anyone coming to the door.

For the moment the only sounds coming from the apartment are a too loud racing video game of some sort and some unintelligible male voices barking back and forth at each other.

Magik has posed:
Illyana isn't ignoring Megan's concern, but neither is she backing down because of it. "If you are here to stop me, you should go get more people.. You will need them." She's not cruel about it, just matter of fact. She's angry and has held herself back because that's what Xavier would want.

That isn't working.

Someone said; Eventually you have to let the Illyana loose and let her do what she does.

She's just made that decision for them.

Walking into the dingy darkness of the apartment, the white-blonde haired Russian stops in the t-section and points her sword to the right.. from every conceivable shadow a demon is materializing as if summoned to their Queens aid. "Anyone tries to come this way, change their mind." Turning on clicking heels, she walks directly towards the left door with her head canting slightly up towards the camera pointed down at her as she approaches.

She wants them to know she was here: whoever runs this place. She wants them to know the righteous indignation of the forces they're playing with. A booted foot comes up without stopping to stomp at the managers door.

The demure, small framed woman might not be carrying much in the way of weaponry, but she still came loaded for Bear.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn knows better than to try and stop Illyana. But she's not about to leave her to get killed either. Or to do something she might regret later. She bites her lip, following after her, although she keeps her head down from the cameras, not too keen on being recognized herself. "Manager?" she frowns, pausing behind her at the head door. Well of course, she wants to cut this off at the head. For now she just stays back, uncertain of how to act, or react, until she knows more.

Kingpin has posed:
The door goes down with a bang.

"What the fuck?"

"Cops!"

"Shit..."

Come the voices of three men from the main living area at the end of the little hallway from Illyana. A muffled woman's scream of alarm and indignant male voice come from the door down a short hall to the right. The door the female and male voice came from is closed, the other is open and reveals a bit of a bathroom.

In the main room itself, one man is busy scooping small baggies of white or tan powder off the low glass coffee table into a backpack. Another beside him has turned to look wide-eyed over the couch toward Illyana. In the kitchen on the right, another male brings up a handgun to start shooting at Illyana.

Magik has posed:
Hardly the cops, Illyana is probably a lot worse by comparison. She certainly has no concern for due process and little regard for bringing anyone here back... well she might not actually kill all of them... but she has no problem in maiming them.

Her pale gaze falls on the man scooping baggies off the table and she starts in that direction until a bullet PLINKS off her skull... Her Eldritch armor eating the small calliber round with just a little jerk of her head... and the full scope of her attention turning threateningly towards the person who pulled the trigger.

"There is always one."

Her hand snaps out, the opposite to the one holding the Soulsword, and hurls a throwing knife with fairly deadly accuracy in the gunmans direction. She's not /trying/ to kill him, but she's not trying not to either. Her foot comes up and kicks the couch, trying to push it across the floor towards the man scooping up baggies. "If you want to help..." Back at Pixie, pointing her sword at the doorway where the sounds of the man and female were heard.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn's eyes widen as she hears screams coming from one room and she starts to head that way..Before one of the men starts to shoot at Illyana. "Watchout!" she calls out, but of course the bullet is harmless against Illy's armour. She makes a face. "Show-off!" but right now is not the time for petty banter. She nods quickly and darts off towards the closed door, attempting to kick it open, and if successful, she peers around for the two people. "Hey, are you guys okay..?" Pixie is a little cautious as she enters, only peeking in a crack through the door at first, just in case they have a gun pointed at her or something.

Kingpin has posed:
The man with the gun, of middling complexion with tattoos covering all visible skin, including a big 'MD12' on his forehead, takes the knife in-between the ribs. He drops his gun and looks down the hilt sticking out of his chest in shock. His blue sleeveless basketball jersey starts to look damp.

The other man with tattoos and MD12 branding was the one trying to dump the drugs into his backpack. The couch catches the back of his legs and knocks him forward. He hits the cheap tempered glass table in front of him with an audible 'oof'. The man on the couch, a weasley looking 20 something year old Caucasian guy, goes sliding with the couch the short distance it moves until it his the coffee table. His shins are rammed into the edge of the table. He curls up and yells in pain.

Megan peeks into the room. It darkened but she can see. A rough looking woman in her 20 or 30 looks alarmed and is busily trying to pull on her panties. A tattooed MD12 man is standing on the other side of the bed just getting his boxers up.

"Be quiet," the man in the bedroom whispers harshly to the woman.

Magik has posed:
Illyana doesn't engage Megan in banter. This should be a clear indication of where her headspace is... there are only a handful of things she delights in more than petty banter with Pixie.

Right now is the season of agony. The Soulsword might not be able to cut these men, unmagical beings as they are, but it can still hurt them as a bludgeoning weapon. Swung around in a sharp his of half-demonic strength at the side of the seated MD12 20 something on the couch like a baseball bat designed to kill infernals.

"Someone is going to talk... Someone is going to tell me where is Hook coming from.." She glances over towards the gunman, satisfied with the growing dark brown wet spot on his jersey, she instead steps over the back of the couch to try and push a booted foot down against the 'tabled' gangsters shoulder-blade so as to push him painfully into the coffee table. "Maybe I give you drugs... I let you see how it is feeling to be addicted to your product? Maybe then we go to hell for a year... and you learn about real pain as I systematically destroy your soul and will to live. So you tell me anything I want to know, just so I will kill you."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn doesn't hesitate to flick on the lights, although she's already caught a glimpse of things she'd rather not see. "Oh. Ew. You guys...Seriously?" she clears her throat, evading her gaze as she waits for them to (hopefully) get dressed. "Look, just hurry and get dressed and get out of here. You can use the back door. This place isn't safe.." she does look 'em over briefly, only enough to ascertain whether they are high on drugs too, or if there is any powder in this room as well.

Kingpin has posed:
The flat of the Soulsword smacks into the head of the man on the couch. It makes a wet crunching sound on impact. The man is knocked over half-over the armrest of the couch but his legs are still trapped between the couch and coffee table. His body twitches and jerks.

"What the fuck? Crazy a cadela," the man stuck over the coffee table shouts and lapses out English as he struggles to get out from under Illyana. "Eu vou te transformar em minha prostituta e cortar sua porra de garganta!" His right hand goes into his jeans pocket for something.

The woman in the bedroom freezes as she bends over to pick up her yoga pants. She just stares at Pixie. The man snarls. He steps onto the bed and charges for Pixie.

Magik has posed:
The heel of Illyana's boot grinds into the section of the back above the shoulders, but below the neck, pushing painfully downward against the glass, "Is it necessary to stress your swearing words in English and then talk in spanish?" The tip of her Soulsword jabs down towards the elbow on the hand going for whatever's in his pocket. "I need you to be thinking very long and very hard about implications of word: Nemesis. The inescapable agent of someone's downfall... in this case, specific to your circumstances, is you..."

She might not be heavy, but she puts all her weight down on both the sword pushing at his elbow and the foot against his shoulder blades, kneeling closer so her long white-blonde hair is dangling like a pin-straight curtain. "Do not making me work for this, human.. I am not lazy... I am very willing to take you to very bad places and do very bad things to you, but for your sanity, and your soul... just tell me what it is I am wanting to know... or they will not find enough parts of you to identify."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn narrows her eyes as she focuses upon the MD12 tattoo on the man's face. "Seriously, what's with the tattoos, anyway?" and then suddenly he's charging at her. Pixie yelps, attempting to dart to the side, quickly summoning her glowing pink soul dagger - not nearly as powerful as Illy's own sword, but still quite effective when needed. She attempts to stab him with it, wherever she can. It can't kill him or seriously harm him, but may just give him a bad headache, or stun him if she's lucky.

Kingpin has posed:
Illyana's Soulsword clinks against something hard in the Drug's pocket. His answer is a snarl. He tries to jerk himself onto his side to loosen Illyana's boot and grabs for her sword arm at the same time.

Megan's swipe at Boxers connects and she steps sideways out of the door way into the hall. Boxers comes out of the bedroom right after. He is grimacing and his left is closed. He presses one hand to his shaved head.

"Cadela!" he shouts and charges Megan again.

Magik has posed:
Illyana breaths out a slow sigh when the gangster grabs her wrist and she doesn't even try to prevent him doing so. It gives an illusion of control, which he does not actually have and could not actually take from her. The weapon would vanish in his hand, even if he were able to wrench it from from hers, which she doubted...

Not with her other fist swinging in a dropping down punch aimmed from the exposed side of his jaw. "Does this make you feel in control? Do you think maybe you will escape me?" Her fist swings down at him again, whether either hit is immaterial to her.

She literally has all day to beat on him.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn stumbles out of the bedroom and frowns. "Geez, so bloody persistent.." she mutters. As he charges her, she brings up her dagger to attempt to block his next strike, countering with a well placed kick aimed at his groin. "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way then...!"

Kingpin has posed:
Illyana lands a truly solid punch to Drug's face that leaves blood pouring from his mouth. Several teeth clatter to the coffee table.

And he absolutely loses his business. Pure, animal, blackout rage strikes him. He tries to drag Ilyana down off her feet toward him and thrashes. He yells without any words at all. Just incoherent rage.

Boxes tries to tackle Megan in the narrow hallway. Her kick catches him squarely in the groin. He trips over his own feet at the point and topples into Megan out of control, clutching already at his injured member.

Magik has posed:
Good, let him get his licks in.

Illyana rolls with the tug of her arm, twisting her shoulders across the surface of the coffee table where Drug's might get his half pound of flesh, all the while she's laughing in near hysterics. When she's had enough humor from this wretched gangster, when she's laughed herself past the point of intoxication, then she pushes with the foot she was kneeling upon him with to hurl him away. She pulls herself up off the table and stalks after him, "Alright, you do not want to talk here... This is understandable. You think you have control, that your rage can somehow stop me.. that you are not just a human and I am not a Queen of Hell... how could you know?"

She doesn't have to touch him. She doesn't even have to be in the same room as him. She just has to know where he is to teleport them both. Teleport him and herself to Limbo... where he has no control. Where his rage is laughable in the face of the power she commands in her own realm.

It is going to be a very long couple weeks for him.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn's eyes widen in surprise as Boxer guy stumbles into her. This time, she is unable to dart out of the way in the narrow hallway, and she stumbles to the ground, her dagger skipping across the floor, just out of her reach. "Heey, no faiir!" Megan struggles to climb out from under him, stretching for her dagger.

Kingpin has posed:
Boxers is doubled over on the floor. He makes no move toward Megan but his face is turning quickly redder. His eyes more murderous than sane. He is held back the pain and the instinctual need to protect his manhood. For now.

Magik has posed:
Time does not flow in the same way in Limbo. Days are seconds, weeks a collection of them, and years meer moments in time. Illyana left at 8 and came back thirty minutes later 16.. There is no real explanation for it except that eternity is a very, very long time.

When the pair appear in the dark realm of the Darkchylde, Drug's is beset upon by the full visage of th Demon Queen. Standing tall in her black armor, horns sprout from her pale flesh, and claws capping each thin finger... what he learns there is the definition of pain and suffering. Addiction? Childrens stories. Loss? Small glimps of things he'll never be able to appreciate again.

For a week she shows him all of it. Tears him down to his base parts, (physically in some instances) and rearranges him into a servant of her own designs. About as human as he ever was moral...

When the pair of them return only seconds after they vanish, she's clutching his neck like a woman holding back a hound. "You will let your boss know that I am coming to find him, da? If you make me find you, next time it will be a month... a year... six.. What is three minutes to me?"

She shoves at him and glances down the hallway at Pixie struggling with Boxers.. "Stop playing with food and DO something about him... or I will."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn climbs quickly to her feet and summons her dagger back into her hand. "Alright, that's enough of that.." She assesses boxer guy's injuries, which don't seem very serious. But geez, he just keeps on coming. With a frown, she quickly darts towards him as he struggles on the floor, and attempts to grab him by the shoulders if she can, and slam his head against the wall before he can get his bearings again.

"Sorry, one way trip.." Summoning her souldagger to reappear in her hand once more, this time she goes for a direct attack, attempting to stab the dagger right in his head. It's not very solid really, and wont *kill* him, but with a direct attack to his head, it may just cause even more pain, or if she's lucky, it may just knock him out cold.

When Illy vanishes and reappears in a matter of seconds, she just eyerolls at her. "Heey, whaddaya think I'm doing, playing here?" she arches a brow at her guy however, shaking her head. She'd better not get on *her* bad side..

Kingpin has posed:
Drugs looks down. "I understand," he says quietly, meekly even. Something in the man's eyes makes him look shattered. A sad mockery of a former member of one of the world's most savage narco-death gangs.

Boxers is starting to push himself up but is not recovered yet. Megan smashes his head into the wall and then stabs him with her blade. He goes limp instantly and collapses to the floor.

"What the fuck did you do?! Holy fuck, holy fuck, they're gonna kill all of us!" says the woman from the bedroom. She is starting at Megan from the doorway, now dressed in her yoga pants and a dirty yellow tanktop.

Magik has posed:
Illyana stalks away from her broken puppet in the direction of Megan, looking in the room at the collapsed gangster in his boxers and the screaming woman on the bed... She fixes this woman with a hard stare.. a withering stare. "Shut up." Then looks to Pixie, "We should go now. Message is sent." Holding out a hand to lay upon the pink haired mutants shoulder, unless she jerks away.

Prepared to teleport them both back to the mansion.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn sighs, relaxing as the man collapses. Hopefully he just zonked out and her somewhat unpredictable dagger didn't do something worse, as it's prone to do from time to time. "Relax, he's just taking a nap.." she shrugs and smiles, "You should probably get out of here and never come back to this place again..It's not safe. You're lucky you didn't die or something worse.." she glances over at Illy and nods with a slight smile. "Alright, mission accomplished! Let's go.." she could teleport herself, but her skill with that particular spell is still pretty new and unpredictable..

Kingpin has posed:
The two mutants vanish from the apartment leaving behind a very confused woman, a broken Drugs and an unconscious Boxers.

The body on the couch has stopped twitching.

It is several hours before anyone calls the police. By then, the drugs, Drugs and the woman are gone. Boxer is found on the floor and taken to hospital.