9007/Meet The Tornadoes

Meet The Tornadoes
Date of Scene:	30 August 2019
Location:	Greenwich Village, Manhattan
Synopsis:	A brawl breaks out between heroes and Hammerhead's newest crew, The Tornadoes
Cast of Characters:	Hammerhead, Arana, Zero-G, Rave, Ghost Spider, Spawn

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Hammerhead has posed:
Greenwich Village is one of the more well-off areas in the city. This is evidenced by the surrounding wealthy neighborhoods and the corporate HQs scattered all over the city. The neighborhood may look safe, but it still has it's problems. For one reasons or another you find yourself in the neighborhood. Perhaps you are a student of Empire University, or here for a party. Whatever reason, you find yourself in a certain area of the neighborhood. In this distance you see a group of young men of about college age chatting to each other and ocassionaly laughing. They are clutching sports equipment and are wearing matching blue sweaters with oddly enough, a tornado on the front. Suddenly, one of the men looks towards an alleyway and lets out a cruel sounding cackle. The man then darts into the alleyway, the rest of the men following. You suddenly hear a loud crash and more laughter.

Arana has posed:
Greenwich isn't too far off from campus, and so that is where Anya found herself on one of the last days of summer, slowly nursing herself an iced coffee, trying to make it last long enough so they don't kick her off of the patio when she doesn't buy another one for an hour. So far, it's been working out well, and she's managed to get at least half the crossword done, only getting hung up on a six letter word for 'college teacher', but she hasn't been able to make 'professor' fit in six letters, no matter how she tries.
"Docent!" she says loudly and excitedly, though nobody is paying attention to her, not when there are costumed goons about. "Synchronized outfits? Eesh..." she says as she folds the newspaper closed on the table. She looks around cautiously, thinking to herself 'Self, this is New York, surely someone will do something about this, you surely don't have to...'

Zero-G has posed:
Alex Power may still be in high school, but with his senior year off and running, college is just on the horizon. That means frequent college visits throughout the east coast, and as it happens, the prestigious Empire State University is one of his top choices. Some of the students aren't too bad either and don't mind a minor around for partying.

No matter the circumstances, cruel cackling has a way of getting his attention. Call it a trigger or a reflex, but in seconds, he is excusing himself from a group of freshmen students, and tentatively approaching the alleyway. Despite being of a similar age, no one could convince him to wear that unfortunate hoodie, especially not to match with his friends. Not that his hero costume is //that// much better. Not currently on, by the way.

Rave has posed:
Technically, Rave was both. Either way, the young woman was on her way out of class with her books tucked under her arm. Bright blue hair should probably have her standing out but...well, this was a university! Fishing a stick of gum from her jacket pocket, the young woman was making her way at human speeds towards the street before the sight of the men in matching clothing laughing cruely has her looking upwards.

Ordinarily it'd be barely worth a second glance but...well, with the crashing and the sports equipment? She starts heading towards the mouth of the alleyway.

Ghost Spider has posed:
Iced Coffee. August. New York. that sounds absolutely fab.

ESU is where she is working on her doctorate in biochemistry so she was on campus after work today.

Sweet caffeine.

Which is why Gwen has ducked into the coffee shop whose patio Anya seems to be trying to claim like some sort of territorial seizure. It is probably just a matter of time before the United Nations sends peace keepers in really.

Stepping back out onto the patio she pauses and looks around then watches the display of young men and the alley. When Anya says Docent, Gwen notes "Godzilla. It's non-denominational." really layering the quip in there with meaning. Her coffee is sipped. "Hey Kid!" is called to Alex when he creeps towards the alley. "I wouldn't do that if I was you..." and then a sigh "You too!" to Rave at this point too.

To herself and any close by like Anya "I swear... why would you go to the alley crashing noises.. this is how people end up killed in horror movies..." of course she is walking towards the two walking towards the alley now.

Spawn has posed:
    From afar, one of the nearby trees wasn't entirely a 'tree', as up near the top there was a natural growth and thickness up near the branches. This shrouded cloaked form was keeping careful watch of the situation, but felt no need to interfere, not just yet. Indeed, it looked like the idiots had just made the worst decision of their collective lives...

Hammerhead has posed:
As you approach the alley, the sound of laughter and what sounds like groaning in pain seems to echo through the area. When you peer inside the alleyway you see the group of five blue-sweater wearing men from before, now joined by two more men, making 8 of them, beating on two men wearing leather jackets with scorporians on the back of them. It dawns on you that the people being beathen up are obviously a rival gang who were dumb enough to wander into these punk's turf. Then, you notice something truely bizzare. Standing in the center of this is a tall, bearded man man wearing a pin-stripped suit and sunglasses with a tatoo on his face. He is crossing his arms and grinning as he watches the young men beat on the two on the ground. He then says to them," Dat's right boys. Teach em a lesson. Dat will teach em for dealing on yer turf." Nearby, you see a black sedan on the other side of the alley, that must be where the suited man and possibly the two other gang-members came from.

Arana has posed:
"Okay...." Anya blinks a couple times at Gwen, not picking up what she is putting down, but then there's another crashing sound from the be-sweatered goons. "Ay, Dios Mio," Anya says under her breath, picking up her shoulder bag from its spot next to her. She looks down at her table, and sighs. "There's no way this table is going to be free when I get back..." she says, dejectedly, and downs the last of her coffee, and is about to start walking into a nearby alley... but sees so many other people already on their way into it. "That seems... okay, sure," she says, and then looks for the back door to the coffee shop.
"This had to be a lot easier when there were phone booths..." she says as she looks for a place to set her bag down after pulling a pair of white disks from a pocket. "Papa's going to be so upset with me," she says, checking to see that she's alone, slipping the disks on the backs of her hands as a matte blue black substance starts to coat her skin, crawling over it until she is clad from head to to toe, save for her mouth and her long brown hair spilling out of the cowl, body all black save for her large white eyes and of course: the great white spider on her chest.

Zero-G has posed:
Alex's head snaps back, and he narrows his eyes at Gwyn. "Not a kid. Well, not a normal one anyway." To illustrate this point, he says, "Costume on." Sneakers, shorts, and a loose tee are replaced in a flash of light by a white and black bodysuit. "You should probably get out of here. It sounds like things might get ugly."

He inclines his chin towards the gangsters beating on other probable gangsters and raises a hand, black particles of anti-gravitons entirely covering his hands and arms as he does. Those men in the leather jackets would feel a shift in gravity, as its weight and force is reversed, propelling them upward. Hopefully away from immediate harm.

Rave has posed:
What the hell? Alex's sudden arrival of his costume and Anya's symbiote-like suit has Rave blinking a little as she sits her books aside. "Where the hell does everyone else get those sorts of suits?" she questions aloud, blowing a bubble from her chewing gum and then suddenly flashing forwards in a glowing streak.

Some of the thugs might have come across Rave at this point or heard stories about her after a couple of encounters. However, the blue-haired speedster skids to a stop at the other side of the alley with a new armload of sporting equipment that had once rested in the hands of the uniformed folks.

Ghost Spider has posed:
Well Alex changes right in front of Gwen, which has her narrow her eyes. She doesn't catch Anya's quick change out behind the coffee shop

Still things have just got super duper real out here. Gang members of some sort in the alleyway beating on other gang members. Super powered teenager costuming up. "You know I really wish I knew... that could be super useful in my modeling gig.

Which is when Rave bursts down the alley to help. "For fucks sake!" Gwen startles, no spidersense because it wasn't any danger to her. "Fine.. eesh." she sips her coffee and jogs down the block now heading to the NEXT Alley and ducking out of sight so she can start to change even as she runs down the alleyway. Thankfully her suit is light weight enough that she can wear it under her clothes for instances like this, iti s a matter of clothes, hood, outer clothes in bag and then she is running up the building and heading back towards the problem alley.

Spawn has posed:
    The shape watching has changed its position, meanwhile. He wanted to get a closer look, and leapt to a nearby wall where he could quickly scale climb and flip up to the top. Now he was at the edge of the alley looking down, still muting the colors of his suit and costume to stand out a little less. No innocent lives were at risk just yet, just dirtbags taking each other out with a litany of super-powered do-gooders moving in to intervene.

    His eyes narrowed. He didn't recognize any of these people. No bats, no 'S' or red capes, no hammers or American flags. But really, even an eclectic group like this might prove to be overkill against thugs and gangbangers.

Hammerhead has posed:
The second the gangsters that were being beaten were lifted in the air, all eight of the gangsters on the ground turn in unison to the heroes peering in at them from the alley. Before any of them could say anything, Rave runs in and snatches away their weapons. One of the Tornadoes, a older looking youn with a buzz-cut and goatee says," Oh fuck, heros!" A few of the other members start muttering to themselves in fear. Suddenly, they hear a sharp snap of fingers as one of the Tornadoes, who seemed to be a Lieutenant of sorts, pulls out what appeared to be a pistol from his waistband. The snapping came from the man in the suit and he is glaring at them while saying," Hammerhead hates cowards! Now stay and fight!" The man in the suit suddenly pulls out a psitol and, alongside the lieutenant, start shooting at Alex and Rave. Meanwhile, the rest of the Tornadoes scatter, looking for improvised weaponry to use in the alley.

Arana has posed:
With a great leap, Anya vaults over from the back of the coffee shop to perch atop the alleyway, crouching as she peers down at the intra-gang fight, tilting her head to one side as she takes in the, ahem, colorful combatants, both good and goon. "See? I knew there would be other people here to handle this, I could have just had my coffee and played dumb and definitely not gotten Papa mad at me," she says, unhooking one disk from the back of her hand, and unspooling a long line from it.
She swings the disk around on its line like a bola gaining speed and momentum, and hurls it down with a spin, the disk catching a bounce just right thanks to comics physics in order to spin and wind around one of the goons. "Yoink!" she cries, with a smile, hauling the goon up to the roof with a surprising (for him) quickness, snapping off the line to leave him well and truly trussed.
She stares down at him, one of the only times the short girl can stare down at anybody, and puts one hand on her hip. "When the cops come, tell them I said something really brilliant," she notes, then backflips off the rooftop gracefully landing amidst the gunfire in the alley as Gwen arrives. "Oh, so... is there like a hard limit on, you know..." she says, making air quotes, but not putting any noun in them, but the noun would be 'Spiders' if she did.

Zero-G has posed:
Oh, bullets are no good. Alex, better known as Zero-G in this getup, isn't bulletproof, but with enough warning, he can get out of the firing range. "Hey!" Zero-G himself takes flight along with the goons, soaring in a flash of black and white above the ensuing battle. "Careful where you aim those things." His fingers close into a fist and the group of leather-clad gangsters is hurled into man in the suit and the lieutenant.

Rave has posed:
Speedsters were annoying when it came to bullets, that much was pretty clear to begin with. There were spiders and bola-throwers turning up, that had the bluenette girl's gaze distracted. She's left staring for a moment, but it's a moment that passes in hyper-speed time before she's left looking at the bullet gracefully arcing towards her.

Gently she moves, nudging the round's tragectory sidelong so it slams into the brickwork before she zips towards the man with the gun. "Alright, that's just...rude." Her hand comes up, flicking the magazine release and working the slide before she reappears up the other end of the alleyway, sitting on a trashcan and thumbing the rounds out of the magazine.

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen continues her run across the rooftops and well she actually slows a bit as Anya trusses up her thug. What the frack.. another spider.

I mean really. Thank god Peter doesn't charge some sort of licensing or franchise fees.

That has her hurrying even more to the alley stepping to leap off.

Which is when she notices Spawn, her head twisting as she studies him midleap "WHAAaaaaat the hell..." and then she is falling down into the alley, which isn't an issue because she can totally stick the landing. Which well she is aiming to land on a random gang member and knock him silly to the ground.

To Anya. "You totally owe the local Spider Union dues. Back dues even I imagine."

Spawn has posed:
    Gwen leapt and the man on the rooftop just turned his head and stared at her, meeting her eye contact with his own glowing green orbs. He looked down at the chaos down in the alley, and decided it was time to join the fray, now that he'd been made and all.

    All the color returned to his form as he leapt into the night sky. Bright red mixed with jet black and bone white with rattling metal chains and spikes swirling around the entire form in motion. He came down like a ton of bricks, falling at a terrible speed and landing atop the black Sedan with a horrible loud crashing impact. Unless it was made from Super Molecules or something, it was probably going to be a little flatter at the top as the roof possibly caves in, and the windshield and windows shatter dramatically.

    "I've seen enough."

    The impossibly low gravelly voice drifted out, with every syllable dripped in malevolence. He slowly stood upright from his crouched landing, still stood atop that car and glaring down at the current melee.

Hammerhead has posed:
The Tornado that was bolaed by Anya lets out a scream as he is lifted up onto the roof. The main in the suit and the lieutenant both notice the bodys of the leather-clad gangsters being hurled towards them and attempt to dive out of the way, with only the suited man moving out of the way in time. As the lieutenant grunts in pain from being hit by all of the bodys at once, the suited man tries to shoot at Rave, only to find all of his bullets missing. He then pulls out a pocket knife and charges at her, swinging it. As Gwen lands on a shorter Tornado, knocking him out, a larger, more muscular Tornado manages to break off a section of lead pipe and tries to swing it at Gwen while another one breaks ab bear bottel into a makeshift knife and thrusts it at Anya. Once SPanw makes his appearance, one of the tornadoes, a tall, red-haired one wearing glasses, takes one look at him and fless for his life.

Arana has posed:
"First one's free, right?" she asks Gwen, her exposed lips curling into tight smile towards Gwen, as she sets herself into a fighting crouch, poised to leap...
...and is promptly stabbed in the chest with a bottle, the force of the impact knocking her back, crashing onto her backside, never having seen it coming (on account of the fact that she's the 'lucky' one without Spider Sense). She says down for a moment, then props herself back up on her elbows, and picks at the shards of glass, embedded in her 'costume', the impact area having turned a more iridescent blue, a hard chitinous look to it.
"I'd give anything to be British right now, just so I could say I was right cross..." she says, doing a kip-up, then leaping to the right, off the nearest wall, whipping out her weighted bola disk to klonk the goon who stabbed her square on the noggin, easily identifiable by the dumbfounded look on his face at not having killed her just now.
She lands with no less grace than she entered the alley, her bodysuit having returned to it's blue-black and white form, one hand on one hip, and looks very sincerely about to chide the lieutenant, when a giant monster falls from the sky and CRONCHES onto the sedan, her mouth hanging open in surprise.

Zero-G has posed:
The black gravitons have consumed Zero-G from neck to toe, by now, and he lands down near where the lieutenant and his gangsters have collapsed, forming a spotted gravity field around their bodies and holding them there on the ground. "Crime doesn't pay, boys. You were better off staying in school."

He looks up just in time to witnesses Spawn's entrance and the now destroyed sedan. "See, this is where you run. Hammerhead, whoever the heck that is, might be a little pissy, but that can't be worse than what's waiting for you."

Rave has posed:
"Really?" Rave muses, simply leaning forwards as they guy comes charging at her with the knife. "Really? You think you're faster than a bul-" she begins, the word finishing as "-let" when she's simply standing nearby with her arms folded under her bust. Giving a little laugh, she tilts her head to come out with another one-liner before she's suddenly left jumping and giving a sudden startled noise.

She'd never -seen- Spawn before, and they guy kinda had a one-up on the intimidation game.

Ghost Spider has posed:
Well honestly Gwen makes a mental note about the whole being stabbed by a bottle business. At least Anya doesn't look hurt but seriously doesn't this spider have spider sense. I mean dodging bullets is possible, it should be super easy for the lady to not be stabbed by a bottle right.

Speaking of which, her hand snaps out with super fast reflexes and catches the pipe swinging at her, stopping it in her hand with a smack of metal to flesh but not hurting Gwen really. "Shhh." she notes to the guy when Spawn lands on the vehicle.

She is staring at Spawn really, quite distracted by the monster who flattened a car. I mean to be fair he doesn't look much like a hero.

Her free hand lifts and she thwwwwwwips the thug who swung the pipe at her, basting him into the wall and coating him in webbing. "So .. are you a bad guy?" yeah to Spawn.

Spawn has posed:
    "What I am," responds the tall caped figure who looked like some gothic nightmare, "is tired of these punkasses straying into my -goddamn- territory."

    Even as he speaks, from beneath his immaculate cape a chain shoots out and slides along the ground and pavement. The running escaping thug was its target, trying to snare around the fool's ankle. If this succeeded then the would-be Tornado would be taken down rather suddenly and violently, because Spawn didn't give a damn whether he slammed his head on the concrete or not.

    "I'm going to find their leaders at the top, and give them a painful lesson on why they should stay out of Bludhaven. That is, if they want to keep all their fingers, and toes. And other various useless bits."

    The tone in his voice...was that a joke? Was he being one hundred percent serious? It was impossible to tell.

Hammerhead has posed:
The goons that attacked the two spiders are immeidatley taken out, with the large one swearing and struggling as he tries to escape. Meanwhile, the fleeing Tornado falls down to the ground violently, cracking his head on the concrete. He was alive, but unconcious and violently bleeding. There were only two men left, a blond Tornado with a fraternity ring and the pin-stripped suit wearing gangster. The suited gangster just swears to himself and tries to flee. Meanwhile, The Tornado pulls out a handful of money out of his pockets and says," Let me go and i will make it worth your while!"

Arana has posed:
"He's talking about their wing-wangs," Anya says, matter-of-factly, pointing at Spawn in response. "But only a little talk. As is appropriate. Because of the size." She pauses a beat, looks around. "I'm saying you have a tiny little doodle," she says, pointing very sternly at the bribing goon. "So small," she says, flinging her bola-line out to ensnare him. "I feel bad for you, I do."

Zero-G has posed:
Zero-G examines Spawn more hesitantly, Gwyn's asking the good questions here and Spawn's answer isn't exactly comforting or forthcoming. He can deal with that later though, should the need arise.

"Yeah, no. Not how superheroes work. You knew that when you offered, though, I'm sure of it." He directs a closed fist towards the suited gangster, and the man would rather suddenly notice it's getting incredibly difficult to walk. Or even stay upright...kinda like the gravity around him is increasing. Wonder who that is.

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen just sighs and shakes her head there. She lifts her hand and thwips the rich guy right in the offered bribe, hitting him with a large web of .. well webbing to slam him into a dumpster and web him up. "What the teenage superhero said."

Then she turns back to Spawn and notes "I am putting you in the morally grey viglante box like the Punisher provisionally. Good guys don't tend to remove people's fingers toes or junk... seriously. I mean unless you are some supervillain mob boss who hates rival gangs."

Spawn has posed:
    He hopped off of the top of that car, the edges of his cape caught along the jagged sharp edges of fiberglass, his organic-looking leather suit shifting and flexing ever so slightly, and ever so ominously. As he stepped toward the bribing man that cape ripped and warped the ruined car further, ripping pieces of it right off of the frame. With every step, that goon that was tripped was dragged behind him, still caught by a chain around the ankle. All in all, it was a bad situation for these criminals to be in.

    "'Good guys' and 'bad guys'. This isn't a schoolyard game, we aren't cowboys and indians. You're dealing with the scum of the earth...you're dealing with cowards who will lie and cry and cheat their way when they're on their back, and stab you in yours the second they get the opportunity."

    Even as he spoke, he walked up to the goon with the money and reached out his black-clad gloved hand, the fingers coming up in thin claw-like points. That hand came up under his, the fingers curling to 'force' the goon to make a closed fist over that stack of green paper he was offering so generously.

    Then, Spawn's eyes glowed an even brighter green that filled the entirety of that alley, and coming up from the goon's hand, that green paper erupted into a green ball of fire. But it would still burn the hand like the regular red variety. It only lasted for half a second, but the damage would likely last a lifetime.

    "You're gonna tell everyone here who your boss is, boy. And you're gonna do it with a smile on your face. Understand?"

Hammerhead has posed:
The combination of the bola and Gwen's web restrain the final tornado. Meanwhile, the pin-stripped suit clad goon is restrained by Alex, making him let out a series of swears. Once his hand is burnt, the man lets out a cry of pain and says," My hand, ya burnt my fucking hand you psycho!" Upon being questioned about his leader, he lets out a terrified whimper and says," Chad Billingsly! Chad Billingsly! He is Judge Billingsly's son! I think he went on vaction somehwhere in Asia wit his Father, don't know when he will be back."

Arana has posed:
Anya stomped over to where Spawn stood, and she is so much smaller than him in every possible way, that it's comical when she starts wagging her finger at him, having to practically crane her neck to look up at him. "Listen, Mister, if you think just because you and I like to dress in all black and have tasteful white accents that I'm just going to sign off on you burning that idiota's hand, well..." she says, crossing her arms across her chest and harrumphing. "...next time I see you I'm just going to wing Chick Tracts at you until your attitude improves..." she says to no one in particular. "...biting my costume, so ridiculous.. maybe I *should* get a cape though..."

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen just squints. "Ooof....okay yeah definitely in punisher territory. Talks like. Walks like. Burns bad guys like with some sort of green hellfire like... well okay the punisher defimitely doesn't do that."

Her head tilts. "Oh wait. I hear the cops coming right now. Is that sirens. Everyone should scram and let the cops clean up the gang members at this point ... vamoose you questionable morally grey sort." she shoos at Spawn and then turns and points at her eyes with two fingers then at Anya with one finger. "You and me should definitely talk Monochromatic Spider."

She steps to fire a webline and then give a yank and head up to the roof.

Zero-G has posed:
"Chad. Seriously? You guys are literally just a bunch of frat boys," Alex sighs, exasperated, and snaps at Spawn, "You definitely did not need to maim him to get him to talk."

He's pushing the limits on his curfew, though, and with the eventual arrival of the police, there's little more to be done. "Good plan."

Spawn has posed:
    The sirens were getting close, and Spawn looked around at everyone scrambling. Deciding he still had more questions to ask the goon in his control, he grabbed the idiot by the throat, even as his cape shifted and rolled up his back. It folded and stretched and warped, until it wasn't a cape, but rather a pair of oversized red leathery bat-wings. Eyes still glowing green, he took off into the air with powerful flaps, where he could continue this interrogation on top of some suitably dramatic building top somewhere. As he took off, he looked down at the faux-criminal in his grasp, speaking down to the poor bastard.

    "I've been gone from this world a while. Was there some sort of law somewhere, that said 'spider people' all had to be insufferable smartasses? Just the one was bad enough."

    Venting was healthy for the soul. So, whether it was healthy for Spawn, well...that was up for debate.

Arana has posed:
Anya looks at Gwen before she takes off, and she almost assuredly blinks a couple times behind her mask. "You just did the thing, and I think I love you for it..." she says, mostly to herself then frets "Oh, I hope she doesn't think Monochromatic Spider is actually my name, I knew I should get a cape..."
She pulls one of her weighted disks from her wrist, and readies her swingline, pauses, and shouts at the departing figure of Spawn. "Chick Tracts!" she yells as grimly serious as possible (which isn't very), trying to ape Spawns voice, before using her line to swing out, even though she just could have leaped, but it seemed like swinging was the way to go.