Owner	Pose
Lytle	Lytle is getting a bit frustrated, he has been in town for a week, following his dramatic arrival, but so far he has failed to locate anyone who is willing and able to train him. He decides that more publicity is a reasonable idea and is soaring over the Central Business District using his cape as a glider when he hears the sirens. He qyuckly spots the flashing lights and rides the air currents in that direction. Sure he has a fair reserve of srored energy and could really fly, but it would waste power he might need later. He angles down outside the bank and lands near the police line, he saysm "What is the situation, and may I help?" The Police, at least, would have his description from the thing at the airport, the Inspector in charge says, "We have a robbery turned hostage situation. Do you think you can handle things without anyone getting hurt?" That is an interesting question actually...
Ysabelle	Ysabelle had been out for a walk more than anything. If she'd ended up going into an antique bookshop and buying a few volumes, well that was just a bonus. Of course, someone gliding along using a cape (and a blue one no less) wasn't something you saw every day, even in the superhero rich city. As he curled around the corner, the magus lengthened her strides to keep up. Dressed in a dress of amber silk that covers her from throat to floor, her face hidden beneath a deep hood so that only burnt umber painted lips and snow-white chin were on show to the outside world. The young looking magician rounded the corner to be confronted with the same bank heist in progress, just in time to hear the question. Stepping up, she pulls a slim SHIELD ID from a fold in her skirts showing it to the police officer at the cordon, so that she can head up to where Lytle stands. "May I be of some assistance as well?" Her voice is soft, warm and with an accent that can really only be described as 'Western European'.
Trouble	The rush of wind doesn't even have time to catch up with Sierra. She's there in the blink of an eye, standing on top of the hood of one of the police cars, leaning forward, one hand on a bent knee as she looks down at the situation and everyone here. "Awww MAN!" she complains (read:whines). "You guys got here first?! How am I supposed to do any heroing if I'm late to the punch? And I'm never late to the punch!" Her eyes switch between Lytle and Ysabelle. "Yeah, definitely superheroes, no one walks around like that unless there's some kind of convention in town." She gestures with her free hand, pointing upwards. "Oh, by the by, you guys are gonna wanna cover your eyes and mouths before--" The wind suddenly kicks up from the right, blowing past the cars, the police, the other two heroes, throwing loose litter, dust and dirt all over the open street as it passes. "--- the wind hits."
Lytle	Lytle raises his cape to block the effects of the wind, before Sierra speaks...he seems to know she was moving at high speed not teleporting in. The Police officer seems to sigh, "Well, since I have you here, I suppose I can use you. They barred the doors and have the hostages gathered at a central location. They are keeping everyone out of line of sight and put out the cameras AFTER they brought the hostages together. So, if you go in loud, they are likely to start shooting hostages. Any ideas?" Lytle offers, "I could cut a hole in one of the office walls out of sight, not sure what else I could do to go in quietly."
Ysabelle	When the wind hits, a paper white hand comes up to take hold of her hood. Once the dust settles and the planning begins, Ysabelle's attention focuses. "If we've got footage or a photo of a back office, I could open a doorway into there." The pale woman offers with a small smile. "Probably quieter than cutting through. And we'll know if there's anyone in there straight away." She shifts, including the super-speedy woman in the discussion. "And if you're as fast as you looked, you could use that as an in to snatch the guns out of their hands before they have a chance to notice?" Of course it's assumed that the caped superhero would want to focus on the hostages...
Trouble	"Snatch guns? Pfff." The speedster stands upright, letting everyone get a look at her cool helmet and the cool flame patterns on her suit's arms and legs. In fact, she even shifts her position juuuust a little bit for maximum pose effect. Someone might want to make an action figure of this someday, might as well let them get visuals for the prototypes. "Look, I can just run in there, get the hostages and be right back out. I'll let you two beat up the badguys if you want, I'm sure you can handle it." So generous and modest, too.
Lytle	Lytle says, "As long as you can move the hostages without hurting them, if I tried snatching them that fast I would probably break someone's neck. I should be able to take care of the gunmen, as l;ong as we have surprise."
Ysabelle	Ysabelle's shoulders lift and fall in a soft sigh. "That sounds like putting them in undue danger, but if you can get them out before the gunmen can blink, then who am I to argue?" She considers a moment. "Take away their advantage, and it will be a simple case of making them surrender." She looks around at the amassed men in blue. "I will protect the police, make sure any gunfire doesn't reach them - or the hostages once they're out here." That was more her style anyway, defense not offence.
Trouble	"PFFFF. What, do you think I'm new to this?" She is. "I can -totally- move people that fast without hurting them." In theory. "But fine, fine, I'll go in there and get the guns if you're all worried about broken bones and stuff," Trouble suggests dismissively. By now the police are probably wishing someone else had been on duty this day.
Lytle	Lytle knows his limits...well kind of. Perhaps there IS a way he could move the hostages...but move them where. Well no chouce reallym he will protect them, not move them. The Police produce the last picture from the manager's office fo Ysabelle to work with. and Lytle says, "Let's Go."
Ysabelle	Ysabelle makes sure to walk behind a police wagon first, hiding what she's about to do from any prying eyes inside the bank itself. Wouldn't do to tip their hand /too/ early now would it? Gateways require slightly more precision than just teleporting oneself, so the magus examines the photograph carefully. And then it becomes time to do what she does, a hand points forth, fingers twisted into a painful looking shape. With muttered words in a language that long ago faded from the minds of general mortality, words that resonate with the energies of the universe, pulling and tugging them to her desires. It starts small, a single lavender hued dot in the air before her. Pulling out into a single vertical line, the length of an average doorway, before it seems to /twist/ on itself, widening to show the empty room of the bank. "I'll hold this until they're safe, in case you need an out." She explains to the two other supers. And then... Then the young looking magician smiles in an almost maternal manner; "Good luck!"
Trouble	"And awaaaaAAAaaay we go!" Trouble makes like a Bugs Bunny cartoon, lifting arms and legs to the side, before becoming sound and a blurr of motion off the top of the car. Air movement picks up in and out of the portal, and there's a small pile of weapons, safeties off, growing on the sidewalk near the police.
Lytle	Lytle moves fast...he can amplify his metabolism in a lot of ways, including increased speed. He places himself between the robbers and the hostages and spreads his cape...there is a way he can make is stay spread for when he is gliding, it also works for interposing himself. He foeces his absorption field to permeate the cape, essentially it will be has hard to pass through as a wall as long as he can maintain things. He will not be able to move much, but perhaps he can talk the robbers down, "Looks to me like you have already lost, but if you want to get hurt proving it, we can do that too."
Trouble	Disarmed and facing police and superheroes, the bank robbers look amonst each other for a half second. They raise their hands. "... Dammit Frank, I told you this was a bad idea," one of them complains bitterly as the hostages take a deep breath of relief, and the police begin to move in. "Identity theft! Identity theft! Who robs a bank in broad daylight anymore?!" 'Trouble' is dusting off her hands outside, having finished with the weapon gathering. "Well, that was fast," she comments. The front of her helmet displays a pixelated ;). "Not bad guys! I didn't even have to do everything all by myself! Even though I *totally* could have."
Lytle	Lytle lets the police take the villains into custody and introduces himself as Lazarlite. He says to Trouble, "Any of us probably could have, but doing it without someone getting hurt is the question. I might have been able to do it, but I might have failed too. We all have limits."
Trouble	"Says you!" Trouble interjects. "Limits are there to get broken." The police are continuing the arrest, and the hostages are now calling families. Things are wrapping up. The suited woman walks over to Lytle, looking him over, helmet tilting to one side, hands on hips. "Wow. You look pretty cool, actually. Do you have laser breath or meat vision or something?"
Lytle	"Laser Vision, it is why my eyes look like this," Lytle explains. Laser breath would be wierd. He adds, "I have other tricks too."
Trouble	"Ahh, I thought they were just because you were a kawaii anime boy brought to life in some kind of secret government laboratory," Trouble teases. "I tell you what, you keep this up and you might get famous. But not as famous as I'm going to be. But you can get famouser. More famous. However that goes." She decides that paperwork and follow up questions from the cops are for not-heroes, and as such, she's not going to hang around. "See you around kiddo. I'm out like five gees!" And she means it - she's out of sight in an instant, the last syllable of her speech stretched out into the distance and barely audible. She couldn't even wait to finish spouting off her experimental new catch phrase.