Owner	Pose
Michelangelo	Madison Avenue was one of the things Michelangelo loved the most. Whlie his brothers often dismissed him as a prima facie goofball and partier, the truth of the matter was that there were some hidden parts of him that not even his closest brother, Donatello, guessed at. He knew Master Splinter knew, though, and he suspected that it disappointed their father somehow. The turtle leaves the Metropolitan Museum, sketchbook firmly tucked under his arm. His disguise isn't *that* complex, but it doesn't have to be. A denim jacket, pants, an orange beanie. For a few days he has been experimenting with going out and showing himself in public, albeit with a good amount of his green-ness covered up by 'normie' clothing. His brothers had no idea, and he knew that Splinted didn't, either, or he would have gotten one hell of a scream-out, but... It was working. Sure, he got weird looks, because he looked *weird*, but the more he had seen Mutants walking around, even with very unusual appearances, the more he realized that maybe he could 'blend' in. Or, maybe, he could blend in with the people who stood out like sore thumbs. Everybody assumed he was a mutant. A *human-born* mutant. And he wasn't going to tell them otherwise. Of course, it meant having to wear clothing because humans didn't walk around naked, but the sacrifice was worth it for the sheer mobility it afforded him, funny looks and all. It had allowed him, for one, to spend a few hours sketching in the museum. And the museum of art was a great place to blend in, because people are looking at the things that are, for once, even more remarkable than you are. As the teenager bouns down the steps, he notices that the sun has almost finished setting and the night is about to begin. He turns and begins to walk down the street. Patrol would start in a few hours, so he still had time. Maybe he could get some pizza and bring it home. Yes. That should get any questions out of the way. It's hard to ask questions when you're stuffing your piehole, right? A black van begins to follow Michelangelo, silently and without turning on its lights. They really aren't needed yet. It's hard to notice that one particular car is dogging someone when there are cars everywhere, but... after some time, it will become rather obvious to any observers.
Brainiac 5	There was another individual attending the museum -- slim, purple turtleneck, black slacks, shock of fringey wheat-gold hair, mildly put-upon expression. He was studying some of the medieval pieces that incorporated math into their portraiture and sculpture--and then he saw that the odd-looking artist had dropped... "His wallet." So, being the conscientious type, the slim-bodied young man went after Mikey. "Sir--" He called out, too far away to really be heard, "Your wallet--" -- And then he notices the van, and scowls, and now he lifts off the ground, hovering over the street to follow more swiftly.
Michelangelo	Mike is about to reach into his jacket for his headphones when he hears someone calling out to him. He turns around quickly, blinking- And he sees a green dude just like him. Okay, green, just like him. The rests is totally not, though. For one, Mikey can't fly, like this guy seems to be doing. For another, he's actually good-looking, just green. Mike knows he's not going to win any beauty competitions- but that's never been too important to him, because deep down in his heart he knows that he's awesome. He briefly considers reaching for the 'chuks hidden under his jacket, but there's nothing about the man's demeanor that seems hostile, so he tries a smile. But remains on his guard. "Hey man!" he says as a manner of greeting, "Aything I can help ya with?" The van slows down and pulls over to the other side of the street. The windows are tinted dark, probably an illegal shade, so it is very hard to see what, if anything, is going on in there.
Brainiac 5	"Well first," Brainy says, landing on the street, the chrome implants in his forehead shining in the light, "You dropped your wallet." He drops it into Mikey's hands. "And second," He says, "That van has been following you for as long as I have." He doesn't point or gesture to it. "The black one, with the tinted windows and no lights on. I thought it would be best to warn you." His scowl deepens, dramatically.
Michelangelo	"Oh, thanks, dude!" The turtle reaches for the wallet with his three-fingered hands, and his expression doesn't change one iota when Brainy delivers the news. "Really now?" he says in a conversational tone. His blue eyes flicker briefly in the direction of the van, no more than a very casual glance, but his training allows him to retain many detials with that brief glance, Nothing useful, though. Not yet. "You wanna get a hot dog? There's a weenie stand up ahead." He turns and begins to walk again, reaching into his jacket and taking out his sunglasses. These were modified to fit his decidedly non-human head, and they had the little addition of a mirror on the inside of the frame. He occasionally used it as part of his disguise, and with these he could take quick glances at the van. "Name's Mike, how 'bout you?" he says casually, strolling towads the cart in the distance. The van begins to move again, after a 'safe' distance has been judged.
Brainiac 5	"I would love one, thank you." Querl walks along, and says, "My apologies, my image inducer slipped. I sometimes find things a little easier in this time if I obscure the actual color of my skin. My name is Querl, but my call-sign is Brainiac 5." he lets out a sigh. "Those with whom I am acquainted habitually call me 'Brainy'." He walks along besides, as they approach the cart. "One hot dog with mustard please. No onions." He waves them off. "Just warm it up on the grill a bit, no char." Then he says, to Mikey, "The van is still following you."
Michelangelo	"I think I'm jus' gonna call you Querl. My brother Donny is the brainiac. He does machines and all sorts of techy stuff." He pauses and looks at Querl's turtleneck, and grins. "And he likes purple. That's one helluva coincidence." He proceeds to order himself something, not really minding much what he gets, but he does make sure to order an obscene amount of condiments. Then, they resume walking. "Correction, they're following me. You're just in for the ride, I bet." He looks at the green guy and says "You don't hafta come with me, yaknow. You've warned me, so I can go and take care of them. Ya don't need to get involved in something you don't wanna." Truth be told, he was curious. The van didn't look like anything he had seen the Foot having. It was slick and sleek and other similar words. Up ahead, the turtle spies a turn that is marked 'no outlet', perfect. That's where he points his feet to.
Brainiac 5	"Querl is fine, though I confess, people seldom use my name. It sounds like your brother and I would get along--I'm also a scientist." He trails along behind, and says, "I see no reason to leave you alone," He mutters, "Especially when you don't know the capabilities of your enemies. I am a member of the Legion of Super-Heroes... getting involved is what I do." When that van begins to follow them again, he gives it the side-eye. "If we have to escape, don't worry; I can carry you straight up. We should be in very little real danger here."
Michelangelo	Mike smiles and looks at Q. "Huh. League of Super-Heroes, that's pretty awesome." He hasn't taken a single bite out of his weenie. "Well, sure, come along and let's party!" He takes the turn into the alleyway, "It's always better when you get to choose your battlefield, right?" The alleyway ends at a large steel gate, too high to climb. At either side there are, of course, fire escapes, but the ladders are rolled up and hard to reach. The obligatory trash receptacle or dumpster occupies the alley, but aside from that there isn't much behind which to take cover. "Not even a convenient sewer cover," Mike observes, with strange good humor. "This will be interesting." The van comes up to the alley now, bright lights blazing now, clearly trying to blind them.
Brainiac 5	"Legion. We're not a League." Brainy says, before he floats above the ground... and then gestures, one green hand outward. A shimmering, opalescent hand reaches out, larger than life, and grabs a dumpster full of trash-- And then he casually carries it over and empties out the rancid contents onto the van's windshield and hood. "What an aggravating bunch of people. Trying to flash-blind us, as if I don't have the ability to compensate--" he looks toward Mikey, "Are you all right?"
Michelangelo	"That's playing dirty, ain't it?" Mike jokes as he squints. "Yah, I'm fine. I don't need my eyes to fight." As the van doors open, four men emerge. They are remarkably similar-looking, in that they have rather ordinary features and are dressed in boring suit-and-tie combos. What's not boring are the weapons they are holding- they are surprisingly high-tech. Michelangelo then does something rather puzzling- he quickly shrugs off his jacket and his pants in quick succession- "They just get in the way" he says, pulling the beanie over his eyes- showing that the orange hat hass eyeholes cut in! Now it may be apparent to Querl that this is some sort of terrapin in humanoid shape. Under his clothes, he was wearing his traditional weapon belt as well as the usual protectors and wristbands. The four men begin to shoot a barrage of energy blasts, taking cover behind the open doors of the van. Three of them are targeting Querl, identifying him as the greater threat, and one of them aims for Michelangelo. "Where did they get those cool toys?" Mike quips, running up to a wall, energy blasts exploding behind him as he moves surprisingly fast. He jumps up to a wall and uses his powerful legs to propel himself upward, getting within reach of one of the rolled-up fire escape ladders, which he climbs up in order to get a better vantage point, as well as some shielding from the structure.