9054/High Speed Meeting

High Speed Meeting
Date of Scene:	03 September 2019
Location:	South Hinkley, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Clowns always get the last laugh.
Cast of Characters:	Silk, Daken, Joker

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Silk has posed:
    Hinkley is a great drop off location. Great place for criminals to meet up or flee the police. Its not exactly friendly. A robbery in a finger area of Gotham had set off the scanners and drawn attention. It was only by chance that SIlk had been swinging by when the car went speeding fast, nearly clipping some bystanders. The sirens further away and not near enough get her moving after the car. It starts for the bridge and Silk is after it, swinging in low and skidding across the ground only to drag herself up in an arc. More cars start screeching into view behind Silk as the small caravan of questionables race across the bridge to the island.

    "No..." this is too many and as she extends her hand to keep her momentum going she hooks the support of the bridge and swings up, flipping to come down hard upon the cab of the second car. The driver not expecting it swerves and loses control, turning the truck sideways and starting to roll it which sends Cindy flying ahead, hitting the ground on her hip and wincing as she road rashes across to about half way across.

    She has to push herself up and keep running but the truck is right on her, flipping and suddenly tossing itself right at her during its high speed tumble. She lowers then but not fast enough. The flat bed clips her and she is tossed to the side, grunting as she makes her second impact. The dust fills the air and smoke filters slowly out from the burning wreckage as most inside the truck are dead. That still leaves three cars with high beams racing across the bridge to the second cars wreckage as a few begin to pull themselves out. Cindy is already bloody but hey, she got a car full? Her mask is missing and she is too dizzy to notice.

Daken has posed:
Daken was about to get on the next trip to New York City when he pauses in his step, hearing the explosions. He turns his head, sniffing and recognizing Cindy's scent. and blood. Tossing his bag back in his rent-a-truck, he starts driving and immediately going to the crash site.

Its going to take him some time though, since he's not super fast.

...But Cindy might be aware of him, if she hears the engine running and the tires screeching as he makes sharp turns.

Eventually, he comes across the nightmare on the bridge, and he's looking for her. He knows he smelled a mixed scent of her and blood. But she could've already left. He gets out of the truck and gets moving, his hands out, ready to pop claws at any moment.

Joker has posed:
Explosions are the business of Gotham, the song of the indigineous natives. It draws all sorts of attention, favorable and otherwise, but in this case it draws... an ice cream truck. Rather an ice cream truck was already trucking along by the time the explosions begin and it turns in that direction rather than another. Like a drop of water rolling down a different path across the back of a hand rather than the previous, but like Macolm's experiement, this is done in a vehicle as well.

Shortly after the ice cream truck stops, right in the middle of the intersection /before/ the accident. Quiet as the grave with its blacked out windows and super tough looking off road tires. The fact that an Ice Cream truck has a racing muffler shouldn't be /that/ big a deal right?

Don't those come stock?

Into this silence, relative... explosions and what have you not withstanding... whomever is driving turns on the music signalling the arrival of said ice cream truck. The Good Humor jingle.

dun dun... dundundundunt... dundundunt...

nothing omenous here. Just a guy trying to make a buck from civil servants, amirite?

Silk has posed:
    Cindy's body is already compensating for the road rash and the fall, walking over towards the truck as shiny gun barrel lifts to point towards her. Webbing snaps out and collides with the hand outstretched and sends the gun flying. "Never getting shot again..." With no way over the bridge the last three cars stop in a line with headlights blinding Cindy. This leaves Daken's truck just on the other side and the ice cream with its sudden rise of music beyond that. She blinks at the sound and those getting out of the cars in front of her seem to pause as well.

    New of Joker's break out of Arkham has most certainly reached the street level gangs and its all they can do not question the juxtaposed music against the dark inky background that is Gotham. It might spell an ally or just everyone's doom.

    Most likely Doom

    Cindy doesn't understand why they hesitate so as she bleeds out along her hip from the lacerations of her fall she is striding forward quickly. The first to turn towards her with a gun finds webbing plastering him to the side of his vehicle. The thick SCHWUNK of it hitting comes with a dark gaze from her. There is a sudden crack of gunfire and twists and flips as the edge ofher mind tingles just in time. Familiar. Something familiar in the mess that is her silk sense. "What.." she says audibly as another built wings her shoulder and causes her to lurch back. She throws up a silk line and swings up and into the dark away from the headlights that paint her starkly.

Daken has posed:
Daken is on the move and he seems to pause.

Is that a goddamn ice cream truck? The hell? But as Daken keeps moving, he moves behind one of the fallen cars, using it as cover. Though its then that he notices Cindy being a badass just in time for the big reveal! He sees the guy 'trying to make a living' and he slowly starts coming out of cover, enough that Silk could see its him.

His own Pheromones start acting up too as he sees Cindy. Wolf and Spider meet again.

He starts moving out of cover more...and more...and more.

If this 'guy' has good hearing, and/or a gun...this was going to hurt.

Joker has posed:
Fortune favors the boldish, so they say.

Sayings are generally lies.

This is one of those situations.

Know how clown cars can pack a lot of clowns into a tiny car? Well this is not a little car and those guys stepping out are not tiny. So it can be forgiven that there's only two of them. The back doors of the ice cream truck swing open and two massive beasts of men step out from inside. Both are wearing body armor, thick kevlar vests over black shirts, cargo pants, and combat boots, and rubber clown masks.

The thugs recognize them immediately. "Oh fuck this... it's Shits and Giggles..."

Because of course Joker's two goons are named Shits and Giggles right?

Why wouldn't they be?

What would YOU name them?

Don't act like you'd do better.

You wouldn't.

They also have assault rifles. Which they raise and start laying down fire on the thugs, rather than Daken, while a melodically whimsical voice plays from the giant clown head atop the Ice Cream truck, "This is a no loitering zone, so noted by the signs indicating it! You are also blocking traffic! Violators will be shot! HAHA... so much for warnings... Henchmen, whatcha gonna do amirite? Don't act like you'd do better, you wouldn't."

Silk has posed:
    Cindy recognizes that presence as she sweeps up along the supports of the bridge. She searches for him in the array of tingling senses hitting her from every which way. He's lost in the mix in the moment while Cindy is taking aim and THWACK! Silk hits car and gripping the supports she pulls on the car just as Shits and Giggles open far. The thugs all turn about to return fire as the furthest car comes flying through their numbers. Bullets ping off metal, off the Joker's henchmen and more than a few are crunched down by the car that finally rocks back and forth, settling into place and 'opening' the way for the ice cream truck if it's real intent was to move - noting that Cindy did not have that intent in the first place.

    She lets out a breath and now no longer the full focus only receives the attention of a semi-automatic that sends sparks at it hits the support beam next to her. The graceful spider free falls to the ground, a forward dive that ends with her web catching at the last minute so she can sweep low and begin running across the ground towards the presence of Daken. Distracted by the massive goons who's fire is now crossing her path she doesn't see the elbow that comes at her from around the front of a car where a thug has taken cover. She goes flying backwards and lays there a moment, dazed as blood trickles from her nose and lip.

Daken has posed:
Now Daken's pissed.

They hurt her. Though he does notice Shits and Giggles gun down some poor sods who just didn't see them coming. "Clown car reference?" It takes him a second. "Ooooohh." He whispers to himself. But then those adamantium claws emerge from his forearms and wriss, and he rushes forward. He swings his claw at Shits in passing, and lunges full-throttle at the thug who took out Cindy!

Daken moves so quick, he might just be a blurr. But at the same time, Joker could spot him pretty easily. I mean, he trades hands with Batman on a nightly basis.

...or Daken could just be moving slow. More than enough time to be shot. Many, many times.

Joker has posed:
It isn't a Joker who shoots at Daken, but a Giggles. Right there at close range too, passing the assault rifle right up across Shits with even less shits given than the mans name implies. The claws racked him anyways, adamantium slicing through kevlar and skin like butter, so he was pretty much gonesvilles anyways.

Call it a mercy killing.

With a purpose.

Which is shooting at Daken with a high powered assault rifle.

"So, I heard a great joke today and I'm trying to work it into my set with Batsy.. I'm going to test it out on you amateurs, so let me know what ya think." The voice coming from the clown head atop the Ice Cream truck intones as goons/vigilante alike are gunned down/at by his henchman.. also poor Shits. He'll be covered in the Talking Clown episode that immediately follows this situation.

"A duck walks into a bar and asks the tender, Got any Grapes? The tender, perplexed says, no we don't serve grapes... Next day, same duck walks- Giggles you should reload, buddy, you're a-" Click click. "Henchmen.. where was I?"

Silk has posed:
    The gun being turned on her by the one that sent her flying sends alarm through her body and she starts to turn, rolling for cover amidst the continued hail of gunfire and now the attempt at a joke. What the hell? "Is this the Joker?" Cindy asks as she realizes she did not get shot at. That has her head lifting, pushing dark hair from her face to see her attack at the mercy of Daken's claws. Scrambling to her feet she instantly regrets it as bullets ping and ricochet around. The smoke off the guns is filling the air with the sent that causes her to exhale sharply.

    "Daken!" She hisses at him and has to ducks as a few bullets fly off the car next to her. She whips about and a line of silk slams int the car door being used by cover and slams it back into the thug. Nonlethal but that's what she's here for. "What are you.." not time to ask as she feels the heat of bullets starts to tear down the side of the car net to her and hit the engine, steam rising and spewing. Things are about to go KA-BOOM again. VERY SOON.

Daken has posed:
SNIKT!

Daken slices up Shits like he was literally a piece of paper against a surprisingly sharp pair of scissors. Just...OUCH. But, Daken is still riddled with assault rifle fire and when he rolls into cover, its near Cindy, and the bleeding holes are quickly healing, near immediately, he's fine. He growls a bit. "God that hurt."

Then to Cindy. "Hey Cindy." is all Daken says in greeting. "We'll talk in a bit, ok? Lets deal with these clowns first."

He smiles at her, a little caress of her cheek if she allows. "You took a good hit. Nose isn't broken though - hopefully." Then his hand is off her and he narrows his eyes at Joker. "How's your mobility?" he asks when he notices that there's steam rising and spewing, either way moving with her in tow or in his arms as the car's no doubt about to explode!

Joker has posed:
Assuming Daken is narrowing his eyes at the Ice Cream truck, what with Joker being nowhere in sight, the answer comes easily enough; "So the next day, the duck walks back into the bar.. right up to the bartender and asks, got any grapes? The bartender stares the duck down... No you son of a bitch and the next time you come in here, I'll nail your beak to the bar!"

Giggles watches emotionlessly as Shits is cut up and then gunned down and the dramatic moment over there beside the car betweenx Cindy and baby Wolverine. The empty rifle cartridge jetisons and another is clipped into place, the full trigger pulled right in tiny Logan's direction. Giggles isn't even trying to get into cover. He's been shot by thugs several times already, as if it barely even registers.

MANY STEROIDS.

"So the third day, same duck... God dammit Duck! Got any nails?!.. bartender is thrown for a loop! VAT IS DAS?! No... no I don't have any nails, happy just to hear something new, ya know? Talking, fucking, ducks... Got any grapes? HAHAHAHA, god I love that joke.."

Silk has posed:
    Middle of a firefight, many baddies, possibly the Joker and there is cheek caress that takes her by surprise. She leans back and swats at his hand, "What are you doing? Death...guns.." she barely gets out the words as she glances up. Her senses go livid and bright with color because the gun is hoisted in her direction. "LOOK OUT!" she screams and Daken is too busy watching cars ready to explode.

    YOINK

"What the hell!" She cries out and as she's lifted she can see over his shoulder as Giggles just lets loose with that weapon of death. She winces, scrunching he face up as she ducks her head. "MOVE!" Incoming spray of fire thats going to hurt like a bitch.

    She wraps her arm around his shoulders and yells. "HOLD ON!" Her other hand whips out behind them and she snags hold of a support strut high overhead the ice cream truck. Daken will only run so far and only if he holds onto her will they both suddenly swing into the air and back up and around the thugs and Giggles, leaving behind the cars that are starting to sizzle.

Daken has posed:
Hand slapped, Daken blinks. "Ow." Then they are running, and even though Daken has Silk in his arms, a few bullets rip into his back, which makes the Logan-son wince in the pain, but this was probably intentional, since he's a moving meat-shield for Silk. If he wasn't there, she might've gotten shot!

....before Silk apparently thwips them out of harms way!

The bullets are already falling out of his skin. "I swear to god..." he replies at the 'jokes' being made. The claws come out again, leaving Cindy's side to practically try to remove Giggle's arm.

Joker has posed:
Giggles is out of ammo and, apparently, out of time.

Daken disarms him, he'll definitely bleed to death.

It'll be messy, the poor guy.

Even if he survives? He's going to learn to do all the things with his left arm now... ya know, the stuff I mean?

Writing and the like.

Alas... he wont survive.

Joker does though.

Sitting back watching it all on a monitor while eating a go-gert because he's a clown with too little time to be dedicating to a full meal. Lazily, he reaches out and pushes a button on his desk.

The Ice Cream Truck explodes in a brilliant explosion of of explosives. Best to cover the evidence.

"We need... a new Shits and Giggles..." He sucking more yogert from the container with a long, dramatic, sigh as if /that's/ his takeaway from this.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy watches Daken drop down to take Giggles even as she lands atop the ice cream truck. It rocks a moment and as the firefight has quieted down she narrows her gaze. There is a tiny tickle at the back of her skull, a curious tilt of her head as she feels the need to move. But why? She doesn't see anything but instinct wins out and she throws another line.

    TWHIP!

    She is mid swing away from the ice cream drunk and towards a side wire when the explosion goes off. The force of it throws her forward, clipping the wire and landing with an OOF against the edge of the bridge. The one beautiful explosion of the ice cream truck triggers the rest of the cars and the one steaming creates a second boom like some after shock. It hits Silk again just as she is getting up and throws her over the side of the bridge.

    Disoriented for a moment she twists in mid air and splashes into the water before she can get a web out. The impact HURTS as she manages to right herself and slowly kick to the surface, coughing and wincing as she finally fills her lungs after impact.

Daken has posed:
Down and out. Daken does kneel down to stab Giggles right in the face, giving him a merciful end before he sheathes the claws. Then?

BOOM.

The explosion sends Daken flying backwards until he smashes into a car with such force it should've broken his sternum and a multitude of ribs. Thankfully, he's not a regular human.

He'll heal, but its gonna take a hot minute. His eyes are closed, but he's breathing, and he's alive.

He coughs after a hard moment, rolling off the crushed car and falling hard onto the ground. That HURT.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy is a long ways down in the water, beating her feet through the questionable contents towards the shore of island. Giving up on the swimming, she goes for the structural supports of the bridge and begins to climb. Her foot slips a few times but soon enough she is making good time. Singed eyebrows, some aches and pains just lets Cindy know that she's alive right?

    Her body does not knit nearly as fast as her counterpart and so when she pulls herself over the side she collapse and leans against the guardrail. Her eyes close as she catches her breath and watches the flicker of fire from between her lashes. She coughs up water and spits it out. "I am going to get sick." No she's not.

    She pushes hair back away from her face, the blood from her earlier face injury all but washed away. She lifts a hand to brush at her broken lip. Give her a few days and she will be right as rain. "Oracle is going to bench me again."

Daken has posed:
Daken crawls to the edge of the bridge, seeing Cindy down there. "You okay?" He calls down to her, thten he hears police sirens. "Oh...forgot about that. I really hope she's good at catching as she is with slinging." and suddenly, he rolls off the bridge! No doubt descending to a painful-looking splash when he hits the water. Thankfully, its only his claws that have the adamantium. Everyting else is totally able to be used to float or swim.

But now comes the question of if Cindy feels like catching him, even if Daken's almost fully healed from the explosion, hitting this water will literally feel like jumping off a skyscraper and hitting concrete on the bottom.

Daken has posed:
Daken crawls to the edge of the bridge, seeing Cindy down there. "You okay?" He calls over to her. Then he feels his bones snapping back into place, his flesh starting to repair itself, but he manages to get up to his knees, coughing just a bit before he looks over at Cindy again.

He picks himself up back to his feet, relocating his shoulder since he was impatient with the healing factor. It hurts, but pain is an old friend.

He doesn't stop until he's but perhaps a step away from her. "Sorry I was late. I...heard you were in trouble." Which is to say that he used his senses to hunt her down like a bloodhound.

Silk has posed:
    Cindy does not yell back but lifts her hand in the air to give him a thumbs up. This has been a strange night filled with clowns, cheek caresses, explosions and being tossed off a bridge. She's dripping water into a growing wet mark around her form, her gaze ticking up to him when he gets close -looking whole. That would be nice.

    She starts to push herself up. "Heard...right. Okay. We will talk about what that means later." her mask was lost right in the beginning and so Cindy just stares at him, "Also...Silk...when you can. Vigilante's hide their identities here," she points out and then the sirens start up.

    "It may be time to go." She glances over the side and makes a face. "Here.." she grunts and turns. "Grab onto my back." She gets one leg over the side of the bridge and waits for him before she begins to spider her way along the side of the bridge back away from the island. No need to get cornered on there.

Daken has posed:
When Cindy tells him that they will speak about that later, tells him she prefers her vigilante name when in costume, and demands that he gets on her back, Daken seems to chuckle just a little bit grimly. "Whatever you say, Silk." Daken didn't really have a codename besides 'Dark Wolverine', sometimes just shortened to 'Wolverine' to keep it simple, but his pops has the trademark on that name.

Daken walks over and does indeed get on her back.

Seems its Yoda and Skywalker all over again. But with like...80x the acrobatic athleticism.