Owner	Pose
Grace Choi	Grace ... had some pent up energy. Sure, she'd gone back to work, the next day. But, after fighting an Olympian God with the man she'd known as John, who was really, apparently, also an Olympian God, she was kind of stoked. And, kind of freaked out. The shift at work hadn't done much to ease her nerves, either, so she was out. Walking. It's 3am, and the streets are pretty much empty save a few runaway teens, homeless folk, junkies, and undesirables.     She's just walking to burn off energy. She hadn't slept since the night previous, and her eyes show it, but she's got energy to burn as she moves past the waterfront, shoving a late-night chili-dog into her mouth. Energy makes for hunger.
Vector	Liz is here, having stepped out of an alley and move to the edge of the street to settle against a wall. She's trembling faintly, staring upward toward the handful of stars and the moon overhead, visible from her new vantage only brely and past a thin film of pollution both light and otherwise. She tries to steady her hand s and settles for half crouchign nad placingthem on ehr knees.     The girl doesn't look like she is in fantastic shape. Liz is very thin, a bit of sweat on her forehead, but at least she's alert. Liz sighs and shakes her head slowly, the only other person on this straeet right at the moment.. So naturally grey eyes go to the approaching Grace. She flashes a bright, slightly tied smile and waves frenetically.     Girl looks a little exhausted to have so much energy.
Grace Choi	Okay. That's a bit odd. Even for this time of night. Grace pauses, and figures Liz is probably bait for a mugging. Or, a prostitute. Or, a junkie needing a fix. Maybe a combination. She narrows her eyes at the girl, but as she still has two more chili dogs in the paper bag she's carrying, she makes her way over to the frentic ball of exhausted energy. She's not worried about what might happen to her, few people are foolish enough to tangle with her on the street.     She ends up near Liz, towering over the much smaller girl, "What's up?" She asks, frankly. There's no real concern in her voice, but, she's mostly sincere in the curiousity.
Vector	"Just trying to catch my breath. I was kind of wondering why you were out this way since it's usually pretty deserted," Liz offers seriously, Her words come at a relatively measured pace but they are spoken in spurts- a staccato series of sylalbles followed by a brief pause between them, so that they come out clear yet vaguely disjointed.     "I mean.. You look like you can- handle yourself, but... You know. Or maybe you don't know." Liz slowly comes to her feet, a little wobbly but otherwise okay as she draws hersel to her full, impressive, and just barely below average height of five foot three. "...Walk with me a block or two? Til we're out of the bad part o' town, I mean."
Grace Choi	"Here." Grace shoves the meaty-fragrant bag into Liz's hands, "I'd just end up putting them in the fridge and forgetting about them anyways. I'm just burning some energy. Can't sleep." She eyes the young girl, thoughtfully, then just nods. "Sure. We'll walk. I'm Grace." She neither offers her hand to Liz, or her last name.     And, Grace doesn't seem to have much tact as she asks, "You running from someone?"
Vector	"Nope. I don't need to run from anyone..." Liz responds, shaking her head slightly as she does. The girl takes a deep breath and holds it then, tilting herh ead back until she can look upward at Grace's face. The bag of chili dogs is accepted, though Liz briefly has a blank expression.     "Thanks," Eliza offers then, slowly shaking her head as she does so. "Mostly I just thought you looked like you could ake care of yourself... And not getting into trouble is good. Plus you're not from around here. So..." She shrugs her shoulders.     "I have a lot of energy to burn off. Too much, honestly. My name's Liz. By the way." A beat. "You do know there are a couple guys staring at you a little ways back, right? I think they're too scared to do much, though."
Grace Choi	There's a savage grin from Grace. And, as they walk closer to the streetlight, Liz can see an ugly gash that's healing up quite nicely, in Grace's forehead. A similiar scar in her shoulder, and on her hands as if maybe huge shards of thick glass impaled her? Or. Well. Something like that.     "Yeah. I know. If they want to try, they can try." She does not sound intimidated, in the least. She doesn't even look over her shoulder, "If they do try something, just get behind me. Bad way, to be out in this section of town, this late, Liz. I should know. Used to be here. A lot."
Vector	"I don't... Really need to worry about much," Liz esponds quietly, though she's quick to give a slow nod. Those wounds are studied carefully and the smaller woman frowns. her eyes dart all over at an impossible pace, taking in everything about her new friend in detail- but all at once. She takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly, glancing at the bag of food.     "But- thanks." This is stated in an almost sheepish whisper. "I still feel a lot better with you here." This aid the young woman is opening the bag of hot dogs slowly. "I'm not usually out here too often."
Grace Choi	"Good." Grace nods, once, approvingly. She moves down the city block at a leisurely enough pace, not having missed that the two shy guys behind them are now four. Yet, still keeping their distance. She says nothing to Liz, for whatever reason. But she seems quite familiar with the area, and doesn't even hesitate as she continues to walk down the dark, and barely lit streets.     "Funny," says Grace, half-amused. "People tend to either feel better when I'm around, or, threatened. Don't have much in between, there." She shrugs one of her high shoulders.     "Going anywhere imparticular?" She inquires, casually. She doesn't say the words, but Liz would likely get the strong impression Grace is willing to walk with her more than two blocks, to get Liz home safe.
Vector	"Not just yet. In an hour or so I should be getting a- ride- home, right? Just taking a sec to catch my breath while I wait, right?" Liz shrugs her shoulder delicately, then glancess back over her shoulder. She's never till, even walking aside. Her hands are always moving, fingers wiggling, eyes darting about. Though the movements are fairly circumscribed it's pretty noticeable, especially to someone with good peripheral vision.     Liz takes a deep breath and looks back over her shoulder with an almost glazed expression on her features. She points over toward the moon but her eyes continue past as she takes a second to survey the men gathering behindd them. Liz briefly bites her bottom lip. Without reacting too much the young woman offers, "Are you headed anywhere from here? Home, once you've got your walk finished up?"
Grace Choi	"Nope," Grace says. "Like I said. I'm just out to burn some energy. Can't sleep. This is where I ended up. I'll start heading home, when I get tired." She watches Liz, and the girls movements. She frowns, but doesn't say anything. Grace knows what drug use looks like. She'd seen -more- than her fair share in her years on the streets and in the slums as she grew up. "Funny place to wait for a ride."     The four males behind them also now have a tough looking girl, and two more guys with them. And now, in much larger numbers, they're making their way up to the two females, the tall Grace, and the ever-moving Liz.     Grace still contines to walk forwards, heedless, or unobservant of the closing, small group of what must be gang members closing in on them, slowly, but certainly.     Grace doesn't pry any further, but it's clear she finds something suspicious. "How bad is it?" She asks instead.
Vector	"Well, no. You already figured out why I was down here," Liz responds slowly, shaking her head in a vigorous motion that has her brunette tresses bouncing. "You know what that looks like. I just need to-... Get a hold of myself before I do anything else."     "It looks like, mmm. If you're not packing a gun or something we're probably about to get shanked," Liz observes, tilting herhead slightly as she does. "I mean. We would be except we've got this." Liz sounds oddly confident, though the faint chatter that accompanies her odd mode of speech somewhat undermines any certitude she might possess.     "So, that's seven, one chick, six guys. At least three of them are armed. I doubt anyone else is popping out with 'em right now though. No guns out." The diminutive Brazilian girl tkaes a deep breath. Slowly. "Just keep walking... I knwo you know but it helsp me to make sure that you know even though I know, feel me?"
Grace Choi	"Why the hell would I pack a gun?" Grace asks, in a frank manner, as if Liz had just asked her something extremely stupid. Instead, she balls one hand up into a fest, fingers curling one-by-one and one or two of those knuckles popping. "Got my fists. My hands. Don't need anything else." Still, she nods at Liz. The girl doesn't seem about to get any lectures from Grace. She's hardly in the position to do that.     "Just remember, get behind me. Won't take long." She sounds confident, too. And, confides to Liz, "I bounce at Chaney's." Liz may have heard of Chaney's. A bar, nearly exclusively for metas. "These meatpuppets ain't shit."     The girl, apparently the leader, calls, "Beat the -shit- out of them." She looks high as as a kite, too. She points, hand shakey at Liz and Grace, and the men dash forwards, one of the males pulling out a hunting knife, and another wrapping a chain around one hand, and snapping it back and forth, threateningly.     Those sporting guns hold back, letting the first few move into attack.     Grace turns. She looks at the gang, and asks, "This all you brought? You are so fucked."     The young male whips the chain at Grace's face, and she catches it in her hand instead. And she yanks, hard. The chain is attached to the man's wrist, securely and he has no choice. He's yanked, literally, off his feet. His arm is wrenched out of it's socket. Hard. But not as hard as Grace's fist hits his head, and instantly one of the boys are down, like a sack of wet meat.
Vector	"Well, I mean... Unless I was bulletproof I'd probably want a gun," Liz notes, eyeing the knife scars. hen she shrugs her shoulders slightly and slowly backs up behind Grace. 'Slowly'. Those jitters make it more of a hop-step movement, like she's slowing herself down on purpose. Finally Eliza takes a deep breath.     The fight starts and Liz watches for a second as Grace is tearing apart the men charging into her. The chain flies wide and lashes toward Liz's face and she doges it while hardly seeming to move. It just misses her, like a flicker. That, however, is when guns are being cocked. Grace can hear them fire.The shots never reach their target.     Liz is a frenzy of motion- she starts from behind Grace, becoming a blur that is almost a shimmer on the air instead of something visible. Easily missed. Bullets are plucked from the air and the gunmen have their shoelaces undone, their guns knocked upward, and their belts undone, with their coats yanked upward. And then Liz is behind Grace again- and stumbling like she's half drunk. The girl grimaces, shaking her head as she comes to a stop.     "Can't keep anything straight like this. Damn it..." Liz is muttering while her new friend fights.
Grace Choi	Grace isn't slow. She knows something happened. Guys don't all of a sudden throw their guns up and start tripping, bewildered, over their tied-up shoelaces.     One of the men, the guy with the knife tries to take advantage of Grace's surprise, but Grace? Grace is too damn experienced. And, she's fast. Nowhere near the slowest of the speed force users, Liz would be able to tell, though, that Grace is certainly faster than any regular person ought to be. She catches the blade, not the wrist, with her hand.     She twists, sudden, hard, and the knife itself snaps off the hilt. Grace's hand is bleeding.     She drops the blade with an open hand as if to 'show' the man what she's just done, and silently brag. She smiles. Sharply.     And the her other hand slams into his forehead with a whip-snap jab, toppling him hard onto the back of his skull into the pavement.     "So," Grace looks back at those remaining. "You ... want to continue this? Or, do my friend and I get to go back to our peaceful walk?" Grace asks, conversationally to the remaining members of the gang.     She doesn't wait for a response. "Get the fuck out of here. See you again, I'll rip your arms out of your sockets."