9980/Using the subway alone at night. What could go wrong

Using the subway alone at night. What could go wrong
Date of Scene:	10 November 2019
Location:	Clinton (Hell's Kitchen), Manhattan
Synopsis:	Bob the Mugger picks the wrong person to go after. Rave meets a talking raven.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Rave

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
In early November, there are a few things you can take for granted in New York City. One. It can get pretty darn cold outside. Two. The tall buildings create a heck of a wind tunnel effect which just amplifies the cold on anyone walking home. Three. Underground tunnels tend to stay consistent in temperature.

So with this in mind, we come across the situation below. It is late on a Saturday evening and we have entered into the time window where everyone is either safely at home for the night or they are surrounded by like minded persons at their after hours establishment of choice. It is an odd time to be outdoors traveling. But that's what this guy, who we'll call Bob, is doing. Or more, he is lingering. Off to the side, out of the line of sight of anyone who may be getting off of the trains in this particular station. He is bundled quite tightly with a scarf covering up his face.
The only witnesses at the moment to his odd behavior however are the stray birds who have found their way into the station and are mostly huddled together. Mostly pigeons, with an occasional smattering of a different species including an odd Raven.

Rave has posed:
Cold indeed, and that wasn't great for Rave who decidedly lacked one of those fancy super suits and tended to do her travelling in active wear. It didn't tend to work quite so well in this setting! Wrapped in her coat, the blue-haired woman was travelling at relatively normal speeds while she made her way down the street. Technically this was the first winter in the city since she'd gotten her powers, perhaps there was some uncharacteristic caution to the girl about the prospect of slipping at mach 2? Regardless, her path had taken her to the station and the small stand beneath where she'd managed to retrieve some vital supplies for herself; a pack of gum and a take-away coffee from one of the more jovial vendors outside. Her wandering into the Subway station? Well that was quite simple. She could use a break to get free of the cold!

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Bob continues with his lingering. The amount of foot traffic in the station is pretty minimal. With the exception of the now present Rave, there's little in terms of things for the scarfed man to look at. There is a squeal of a train as it enters the tunnel but based from the pitch, it is on the other track that does not have reason to stop here. As it passes through, the lights flicker. Giving a bit of a strobe light effect to the room as Bob looks to Rave, waiting for her to get closer.

The squeal disturbs a few of the birds, causing for the to fly about to other potential perches. Yep. A BIG improvement there.

Rave has posed:
     There are plenty of people who have seen a horror movie and would probably be uneasy of walking into an underground space, facing a stranger alone in a space like this. Fleeing away or at least getting nervous would be sensible, but Rave? She simply sips her drink and then moves forwards, a tilt of her head curiously and she steps forwards and moves forwards.

Flickering lights around her does actually get a glance upwards, but then...the bluenette does absorb light after all.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Rave moves out of the line of sight of the vendor, Bob's approach towards her seems rapid. A trick of the light as his transition is only conveyed during the flashes of light. A step here. Taking another step three feet closer. Hand lifting. Another step three feet closer than that with a hand holding something.

The train finishes its passage and the lights settle to the on position, revealing Bob in his final form. Gun pulled out and pointed at Rave. "Your money."

The birds are going crazy, flitting about from perch to perch, likely due to the noise of the speed by.

Rave has posed:
Most people would panic, scream, or perhaps at least freeze in disbelief and horror. Some might scramble for their money or beg for whatever mercy they could recieve. Rave...does none of those thing. She just sort of blinks at the guy and tilts her head, sipping her drink.

"Really?"

Probably not the answer he was going for, waving a gun at the woman. "How long have you been waiting down here to mug someone, only for me to wander in...geez." Amusement, a shake of her head and the young woman bites her lip. "Have you thought of busking, like a normal person?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The arm holding the gun shifts back slightly at Rave's response. This was indeed not the response he was expecting. He shakes it off, shifting the arm back as he gestures, threateningly with it. "Your Money" He emphasizes, "or your l-" He pauses, blinking at Rave's head where a three foot tall Raven perches weightlessly upon her quietly. Wa- Is the bird glaring at him?

Rave has posed:
     A blink, her gaze flicks up. There was a bird on her head. Weird...weirder still it wasn't freaking out, but it certaily has the mook's attention, and that was a good thing for her. The rush of speed was great, but it was only really her hands that moved. A swift flick of the safety and, should it be the right sort of gun? A stripping of the magazine. He might notice the change in weight, he might not. There -was- still going to be one in the chamber but...the blue-haired girl simply lifts the magazine for a moment before tucking it in the neckline of her jacket to the interior pocket.

"I mean...you've got one chance either way," she lists off calmly, trying to keep an air of 'cool' that might be a little impacted by the bird that had just perched on her fainly luminescent locks. "Sure you want to take it?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Bob's attention shifts to the bird, not registering the different feel to the gun until Rave speaks up again, drawing his attention back to the intended victim. "I-" He looks up to the large bird on his head then to the obviously not intimidated target. "I-"

The purplish black avian stares at Bob intently giving a low croaking sound characteristic of that particular type of corvid.

Rave has posed:
"Put the gun down," Rave begins, glancing upwards at the squarking bird on her head. It'd lose something to go swatting at it right now, but this was still kinda weird for her! "Put it down, go home and reconsider your choices. Because mugging the wrong person is gonna end badly for you one day buddy." A lean forward, a slight tilt of her head and Rave's eyes glow with that bright neon light. She didn't normally do 'creepy', but she could try it on. There was a certain 'poe' charm added by the 'corvus cap' she was wearing now. "Trust me."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Bob's eyes as the look in Rave's eyes betray the presence of some ability of powers in her. He takes a step back, staring at the pair, eyes flicking up, down, then up again before flinging the gun down. He turns and runs for the exit.

The raven turns his head before flying off of Rave's head towards the discarded gun. The wing wraps around the handle, oddly capable of picking it up.

Rave has posed:
     Alright, no more bird on her hair, Rave's hands go up to habitually feel that everything is in place while she's greeted by the sight of a bird with a gun now. Weird, certainly not the weirdest, but it was up there. "So...you gonna try to mug me too now?" she questions of the bird, apparently having already forgotten Bob in his retreat and taking a sip of her still-somewhat-warm coffee. "Because that would really be a first."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird glances up to Rave, shaking its head, "No. Going to drop it off at a nearby precinct." The voice, definitely male. The free wing extends out, gesturing towards Rave, "The magazine?"

Rave has posed:
Huh...the look of suprise on Rave's face is plain, it remains even as she reaches into her jacket and retrieves the magazine, dropping it at her feet with a blink. Talking birds, that's something you didn't see everyday, and this was from a girl who was basically made up of neon laser light have the time. She blinks again after a moment, straightening up and shaking her head. "I swear this city wasn't always this weird."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"No it wasn't," The bird agrees, reaching down to pick up the dropped magazine, "The type of weird tends to vary year after year." The three foot bird looks up at Rave, head tilting, "You seem familiar."

Rave has posed:
     Now, she was talking to a bird. Alright. A shrug and she bends down, resting with her arms on her knees since it felt kinda rude to talk literally down to someone. Familier, that had her blinking. "I'm...Rave. Are you some sort of were-crow? Or are talking birds often fans of music and social media?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Crows are much smaller and travel in larger groups," The purplish-black bird corrects, "Right now I'm a raven. But I do like music. Do you play at a club?"

Off in the distance, there is the sound of another train approaching.