Owner	Pose
Steel	Another wonderful day in Metropolis. Other than the slight spit of rain that has been falling most of the morning. As if the grey over Suicide Slums decided to go to the rest of the region for once. Doesn't matter, life goes on. It could be normal, but maybe some heightened senses may take notice. There is a strong scent of sulfur coming some building near the water's edge, the proper side of Stryker's Island, the safe side. An old brick building, strong with the scent, could lead a curious nose in that direction. Likewise, an occasional flash, magic is afoot in the building. Maybe the two are conjoined someone.     As for Steel, he has an array of scans, he could pick up on the scent, but the magic not so much. Something else led him here and how did he get mixed into this?     The answer becomes clear to anyone else that traced these things here, as the man in the steel armor comes through said brick wall, skittering across the street. Its a curious force that pushed him to any that observe, no physical force, but magic. He is unharmed, as he's standing up and looking into that building. Lifting a hand, calling "Hammer", to which a large two handed hammer flies to his hands. Even as he rethinks strategy, a few (6) fellows in dark garb, armed with martial weapons (swords, staves, a three rod chain), follow out of that new entryway added to the building there. "This is gonna be one of those days," says Steel to no one in particular.
Mercy Thompson	While Mercy doesn't often make her way to Metropolis, today she did. There's a car convention in town and she had a bit of time and a bit of extra money that allowed her to take a little jaunt down the way. And so, here she is. She's dressed in every day clothes, jeans, shirt, shoes, and a little lanyard with convention ID sits around her neck. Mercy had decided to walk to the convention center this particular morning and so she could see some of the sights of Metropolis. It's only, from that walk, that a sensitive coyote nose will pick up that pungent smell stench of sulfur. A crinkle of her nose will indicate precisely when she smelled it, as her gaze flicks up and around the area. Her gaze is curious for now as she looks for the source, unaware for now that the smell of sulfur is a portent of trouble to come. As she gets closer to that brick building it's clear the smell is coming from there. It's about then that the faint wash of magic likewise prickles along her skin. "Not again." She'll mutter to herself, as her gaze now turns from curious to wary. And just as that wariness fills her gaze the side of the building all but explodes outward. At the sight of Steel, Mercy can't quite help but mutter, "Well, that's not something you see every day." And then when the six men follow out of that man-made hole, she'll add, "Or that." Her steps pause now as she watches the armored man and the Ninjas (possibly) face off.
Lorien	"Mrrowl?" The tabby cat rubbed his leg and made noises. He nearly startled, not expecting the creature to approach him at all. It meowed again, swishing its tail and curling it around his leg, then sitting down and looking expectantly up at him, and what was in his hands. His eyes dropped to the cat, his expression hidden behind the cloth wrapped over his mouth and nose. A bird, freshly killed, rested in his hands, still whole, still warm. The smell of prey had attracted the cat. He couldn't help but notice how thin it looked. "You're hungry too, aren't you?" The cat meowed again, as if to answer. He glanced to the bird, and softly sighed. He could get another. He could get rats. He could even get this cat - add it to his daily rations. He'd killed stray pets before ... and yet, he could not bring himself to do that, not to this cat. He could see why she was a little thin, her teats swollen with milk. She had kittens somewhere, and despite his own hunger, his conscience would never forgive him for taking the cat and letting the kittens perish. Crouching down, he offered the pigeon to the cat, which sniffed at it curiously, before sinking its teeth into the side of the bird and running with it. Standing back up, he watched her leave. The colder part of his Self writhed unhappily, watching meal and potential prey (plus extra if the nest was found) escape. It demanded he behave sensibly, to eat whatever was available. The warmer part of his Self firmly silenced it. Birds and rats were ubiquitous, he could find other food, but not in the form of a mother cat looking to sustain her kittens. Standing back up, senses sharpened by appetite, he could smell the odd odors coming from the southwest, a few blocks over. Curiosity glittered in his golden, unnatural eyes. Opportunity was calling, and he might as well pick up the phone. Four loung arachnid legs extended from midback, gripping on and into the brick and mortar of the buildings that formed the alleyway in which he'd stopped to eat. Effortlessly, swiftly, those legs carried him straight up to the top of the building, where he could get a better look at things. It didn't take him long to notice the gathering crowd, the broken wall, the noise of fighting, and the man with the large hammer facing off against another group with equally crude weapons and unusual dress. He scowled behind the red scarf. This was trouble. His cold Self stalled, no need to risk danger and injury over a fight that offered no benefit. Eating humans was unpalatable - not due to taste or preference - but due to the amount of trouble that eating one would case. His warm Self once more overrode. Someone may need help, and he had the means and ability to do so. With a quick dash he leapt from one building roof to another, getting closer to the action, trying to figure out what was going on from high above.
Steel	And there stood Steel, the six fanning out as if to surround him. "This isn't going to end well for you," says the man, through the suit, to them. But they move and chuckle. All unaware of any additional eyes on them. Most eitehr move away, or some might snap shots, but otherwise, space given, by any other bystanders at least.     "We have your number .. Steel." They say, a couple move their weapons about in some display of their prowess, or for better grip and stance even.     Having heard enough, Steel launches that hammer of his, it builds inertia as it flies, hitting one of the six to send them sprawling, but another lifts his sword, red tassels dangling low off the hilt, and waves it such that the hammer falls 'lifeless' to the ground, "We have the Sword of the Cyclone now, your trail ends here." And they advance on him. Some fighting ensues. Outclassed martially, his suit takes the blows. They take turns, one comes in, gets in a hit on that armor, then backs away. Then another. No telling how long he can take that. An older man steps into the doorway, twisting his hands and speaking ancient words, twisting and sending out tendrils of blue curiousity, for those who might see the magical world at least. It locks onto one of Steel's arms, pinning him in a manner. Seems the combination of all those men mixed with that man using magic, may be too much for Steel.
Mercy Thompson	Unaware of the approaching spider-man (lower case), Mercy keeps her attention focused upon Steel and the magical ninjas. Or so she's earmarked them as. Her phone was pulled from a pocket and while she's dialing 9-1-1, she can't quite help wonder if they can really help. "Yes, ah, there's an emergency happening at -". And she gives the appropriate address with corresponding street intersections, " - You better hurry." Then she's hanging up and like most sane people she's stepping backwards. Those steps (backwards as they are) stall once again, as the lash of magic is felt. When the spell reaches outward towards Steel, Mercy can no longer stand aside. It's clear Steel is more mechanically inclined than magical, and while she's not necessarily a wizard, she has dealt with magic the majority of her life. Her gaze will scan the area around herself, especially the ground and when she spies what she needs, she darts forward. It's a chunk of brick from that broken wall and as soon as it's in her hand, the Coyote is lining her shot up. It's easy for her to pinpoint the spell-caster thanks to her extra-worldly senses, and with a heft, Mercy will throw that chunk of brick at that older man in the doorway. Behind that throw is all her Coyote strength, which isn't super-natural, or super-human, but simple at peak human strength. And even if she doesn't hit the man hopefully she'll be able to break his concentration enough to end that spell.
Lorien	He's not exactly sure what he's witnessing right now. Guns he knows about (all too much); this energy, this portal - this is something completely new. Cold Self is stalled, uncertain how to react, as it does not match any known or recorded information. Warm Self is watching this man called 'Steel' - and now a woman with a brick - moving to act. It doesn't matter if there's no prior data; there is aggression, there is violence. That is enough. He rushes forward to the edge of the building and leaps off. Sailing through the air, he doesn't flail or bicycle his legs; he angles himself as sheets of billowing white fabric balloon out from under his more normal arms, functioning like a glider. Crossing yards in seconds, he angles his legs down and snaps his arms to his sides, releasing the folds of fabric used to glide. He lands with a thud that cracks the pavement beneath him. Standing up from his crouch, he spreads his secondary arms up and out, increasing his apparent size and hoping to grab attention away from Steel and the woman, and onto himself.
Steel	Things in motion, or people, bodies, beings. All sorts. The undercurrent of denizens is to move away from the trouble, while two more slip in. Steel demands a lot of attention. Even with one arm pinned, the ninja like warriors have a hard time, but slowly chipping at him inside that armor. The magic restrains him. His hammer without inertia, no power to move or erturn to him for the now.     That is when, at first, the brick hurtles though the air. It actually does hit the man, not enough to knock him out, but it disrupts the magic at least. Giving Steel a little edge, he tries to move to get his weapon, the five reamining ninja figures do their best to stop it.     Then the imposing arachnid like figure of Lorien is there, cracking pavement and arms come up and out, menacing like. Two ninjas turn to this new threat and slowly start to advance, unsure. They must know Steel enough, but this new figure gives them pause. This leaves three on the man in the armor but a fist sends one flying to the water. Leaving two on him now as well. "Thank you, there is a chance." Says Steel, implying the two new arrivals. As he goes for the Hammer, the one ninja with the mystic sword spins it before him, and its like a gust of wind now, pushing Steel away from the sword. He scrabbles against it trying to get to his weapon. The tides may have turned, but the old man, now with a dribble of red from where the brick hit him, turns towards the girl with coyote like senses, "You should not interfere," he begins, his fingers start to weave, pulling threads of magic togther, maybe intending to hurl a spell her way.
Mercy Thompson	When the brick hits home and stops the spell, Mercy can't help the quick, "Got ya." It's a triumphant got ya, yes, but not gloating, more like triumphant tinged with relief. With the spell now aborted hopefully Steel will have a real chance to - - and that's where her thought ends, as Lorien finally makes his appearance upon the scene. The Coyote's gaze widens at the crack of cement, the size, but most importantly at the obvious inhuman aspects of him. She'll stand there dumbstruck for a few seconds, before Steel's words finally shake her free of shock. Snapping her gaze away from Lorien, Mercy's attention briefly turns to Steel, before sliding to the old man. The man's spell can be felt and with a grimace, Mercy will move, "Yes, I'm often told that, but I just can't quite seem to help myself." Are her sarcastic words, even as her feet move her quickly away from the spot she just stood upon. As she moves she'll pass a few chunks of brick and when she passes one that's large and jagged, she'll aim a ruthless kick at the redden clay. It's a crazy shot, but once again, she's aiming towards the spell casting man, even as her steps are taking her towards another building. She's going to try and duck behind that building, use it as a stone and mortar shield from the spell, which may or may not work. It just depends upon the type of spell being cast. "And I thought New York was busy, Metropolis definitely takes the cake."
Lorien	The spider stands his ground. As the two ninjas approach, his upper two arachnid limbs jet webbing from their tips, aiming to snag the two potential attackers. Should it hit home, the webbing will hold like a vicegrip and be tougher than steel to cut. No Steel pun intended. He reaches up and pulls down his scarf, revealing bicolor face, pointed ears, and a generally human appearance. At least until he opens his mouth in a threatening sneer. Those fangs are not implants.
Steel	Steel is locked in battle, one ninja working at him, the other spinning a Cyclone to keep him from his hammer. In one desparate move, he grabs the ninja fighting him, and uses him for momentum to reach and grab the lifeless hammer off the ground.     The old man, for his part, continues to cast the spell, he has to move from the new threat of reddened clay, jagged as it was. Part of it cutting his arm, but a spell released. It archs and curves towards Mercy, but the stone and morter shield help. The spell hits and chips a little chunk away. She was right to find that spot, and now may have more arsenal for hurling at the old man, plenty of jagged pieces come off as little splinters (flint) of brick and stone fly from where the spell collided. "Must get away," he says, launching into another spell; if she looks and can read what others cannot see, the spell is perhaps a gate opener for him to leave this conflict.     The two heading for Lorien are determined to get the arachnid figure, the webbing catches one full on, pinning him to the ground or a building close at hand. It even manages to get the weapon of the second for the moment. The second proceeds though, lifting two fists ready for fists of action, but stops short at the sneer and fangs. Second thoughts, maybe enough to buy Lorien more time to act before he launches in a superman like punch at the spider ...
Mercy Thompson	When the spell hits the side of the building she's using for cover, Mercy can't quite help the reflexive duck and flinch. It's an automatic response to the chips and chunks of wall that go flying. As the dust settles, the dark brown-haired woman will straighten and then ease around the ragged edge. Her gaze will go first to Lorien, then Steel and finally the older man. When the spinning of spells begins again, Mercy's gaze narrows. Again, she's not a witch, wizard or actual spell-user, but she's familiar enough with the majority of spells that she can get a sense of what he's creating. "Aw, crap." She says, even as she leans down and picks up two chunks of broken wall. Stepping out from her improvised shield, Mercy will immediately throw that first missile, before readying the second. The first missile is aimed for the man's torso - she could have tried for the head, but the torso is just a larger and easier target for her to hit. And even when she launches the second 'missile', she'll still continue to move. This time towards the man. Looks like she's going to have to be the one to stop him.
Lorien	Warm Self is doing his best, but Cold Self is gaining ground as the battle actually commences. Cold Self is determined to survive at all costs, and despite maintaining a reasonable balance with Warm Self, Cold Self is stronger when the adrenaline and cortexhyde is flowing. Mercy (no, Thompson) is trapdoored and sealed off. The ninja trapped by webbing is jerked free, still stuck to the strand in the upper right hand; the second ninja is tagged by web from the third arm while being held by the webbed weapon in his hand. In a motion that demonstrates strength far beyond normal, the webbed ninjas are jerked forward and then swung completely up and overhead, sailing some forty feet into the air. The webbing is released before they reach peak height. They're left to free fall to their potential deaths as the spider's pupils narrow into slits, and he stalks forward towards the ninjas still trying to work over Steel.
Steel	Hammer in hand, Steel takes out the closest ninja, not soring into the air, more towards the water as well, out of the picture at least. But before he can try to go for the one with the mystic sword, the spider being hurls two ninjas haphazardly into the air.     As he contemplates a split second decision, one brick hurls towards the man and hits the old man. Just as a portal opens up next to him. It looks like an odd place and he hesitates, obviously not his intended location but the damage and the assailing bricks leaves him rushed. Just as he's about to enter, the second brick finds him and now he has a good 10 yards to go to get to that destination, she could stop him from making it.     But back to Steel, he wanted the hammer, but he has to hurl it. Its going towards the two flying men, left to their demise, intent to try and knock them somehow to safety. Whether onto a roof to avoid a long fall, or towards the water, is dependent on where they are. Then he turns "We need the sword, and the old man." He jumps up and uses jet boots to fly, against the gail winds the Sword of the Cylcone is pushing at him, that guy hasn't seen the spider yet, back to him even. He thinks he's winning.
Mercy Thompson	Even as Mercy runs for the old man and his portal, she'll try to keep the others in her peripheral vision. Just to make sure they don't trip over each other as they battle their respective foes. That attention to the others soon falters, as Mercy focuses everything upon the man trying to teleport. "Oh no you don't." She says, even as she puts forth another burst of speed. It is good to have the abilities of a coyote, even in human form. As soon as she's close enough Mercy will launch herself towards the man. She's intending to tackle him and tackle him /away/ from the yawning opening of the portal. She'd rather stay right here on Metropolis' terra firma versus wherever the portal actually leads.
Lorien	Strands of webbing are now flying from the four legs of the spider humanoid at the old man, and any remaining ninjas. They lance through the air like opaque blue-white arrows, trailing threads, gooey glue instead of barbed tips. These are the apparent targets, and if he can snag them, he'll try to yank them off their feet.
Steel	In a flury of actions that follow, the hammer either saves the men or doesnt, but Steel pushes boots hard enough to get out and hurdles towars the man with the Sword of the Cyclone.     The coyote, Mercy, lauches for the old man and tackles just before he can get to the portal. The gate starts to close even, but he has little fight in him, it was a desparation attempt. And then webbing from the spider being launches too. It does get the old man mid tackle, he will not be going anywhere. And it catches the sword ninja, enough to free Steel who hurdles full speed, at over 700 mph, at the pinned ninja. Either hitting him to knock him out where he is stuck, or towards a wall if the webbing gives. Either way, it comes down to the three of them now. Steel, Mercy and Lorien. "Hammer," says Steel, lifting a hand to catch the returning object. Then to the other two, not turned away by the human-monster hybrid, "My thanks. They would of had me I think. I'll have to radio the police." Not knowing if they have been called or not.
Mercy Thompson	There's an oomph from Mercy when she connects with the now ensnared old man. The two will fall to the ground in an unbecoming heap, but thankfully, it's only the man who's really trussed up by that web. When Mercy finally rises from that undignified sprawl of hers, she'll show surprise when she doesn't stick to the web. She thought for sure she'd be like the fly - caught. Once upon her feet she'll dust her clothes off, straighten her shirt, and turn towards her unlikely teammates. Her gaze will look between Steel and Lorien a moment, to assess if either are hurt. When both seem relatively fine, Mercy steps towards the two. "I called the police. I'm sure they'll be here soon -" And is that the faintest of sirens far off in the background? Possibly. "And you're welcome. Glad we could help." And then her brown eyes move back to Lorien and for a moment, she has the sense she's forgetting something. It's on the tip of her tongue, but her conversation with Chat so many weeks ago doesn't quite allow her to connect all the dots yet. "Nice moves too, both of you." Is the last thing she'll add as she offers both a smile. That initial surprise upon seeing Lorien is no longer upon her features, as she's had enough time to acclimate to his appearance.
Lorien	The ninja struck by Steel pulls hard on Lorien's limb, and he immediately detatches the web to let the man fly, to prevent himself from being jerked off his feet by the force of the blow. "Do I kill them?" Lorien asks brusquely of both Steel and Mercy. His breathing is quickened and his body language still screams 'high alert and ready to attack'. Despite this, he's still got enough presence of mind to ask the both of them, to take their future well-being into consideration.
Steel	"Nice yourself," Steel is beginning to say towards Mercy, as he moves to a more conversational distance beteen the two of them. Returning the compliment or meaning to regarding nice moves. Accetping the call placed, he filters some scans to see what the police frequency is like and how much time they have. But the distraction comes. The question from Lorien, to which Steel raises a hand, "No, probably not." The no firm, the probably part to hopefully not make the spider being feel out of place for having asked it.     A pause, with hand up, to make sure they are all good an no killing is being done. "Thanks again, I'm Steel." A slight brow raises on that metal mask/face. "Are you two good?" Seems he acknolwedges verbally what she summized, they're okay for now.
Mercy Thompson	The whisper of wind pulls both of their scents towards the Coyote and Mercy's head will tilt ever so slightly as she considers what her nose is telling her. Her consideration, however, pauses when Lorien asks his question. Like Steel, Mercy will be quick to answer, though her initial answer is a quick shake of her head. Perhaps oddly, Mercy doesn't seem too surprised or shocked by Lorien's question, even as she follows up with a back-up confirmation of what Steel said. "What the big guy said." "And the name's Mercy." She'll add, when Steel offers his own name. Now it's only up to Lorien to offer his, as Mercy turns her attention toward the spider-like man.
Lorien	Lorien pulls the caught men closer, legs binding them in large strands of silk like an orb weaver with a moth, setting each one back down, bound in turn. He hisses softly and leans over them. "... I should eat you. I should eat /all/ of you," he threatens. Given his looks, that may not be an idle threat. Shutting his eyes and shuddering, shaking his head, he reaches up with one hand to the scarf around his neck and pulls it up over his nose and mouth. "Because these two asked me not to, I will spare you," he sternly snaps at the trapped ninja and sorcerers. "Do not forget this. They may not be here to stop me next time." He stands and steps back and away from the bound men, Cold Self furious at being denied food a second time today, -especially- when it comes in the form of a large feast. Warm Self threatens with powerful memories, and even Cold Self acquiesces to them. Those memories are ones that it treasures as well. They are what unite the warring halves of his very makeup. "I am fine. For now," he replies to Steel. "I've expended much energy with no success in hunting. I will, however, live." He doesn't catch the social cue of giving his name.
Steel	On the one half, Steel is being somewhat cordial. Mercy seems like a fine individual, and he likes her braids even. In fact he's offering over a hand and approaching her when she returns with her name. "A pleasure," he is or was saying, that arm dangling out there as Lorien talks about eating them, and sparing them. "Kind of you," he says, that smile sort of wavering as he glances to the see the spider being taking care of prey, er culprits, by spinning them up a little for safe keeping. For the police.     "We could hunt at the store if you need something?" He catches onto the need for sustenance and he is more against the eating of the culprits it might seem, and, "If you like, I can bring something back for you, where ever it is you live." His hand may be left extended towards Mercy, "Who ever you are?" A slight hint of question, social cue missed, he is slightly more direct, he hopes.
Mercy Thompson	"Eating them would be bad." She says in complete agreement with Steel, even as she automatically reaches for his armor covered hand. Her grip is firm, but not crushing, as she has nothing to prove here. While she shook Steel's hand, Mercy kept her gaze upon the spider-being, as he offered those threats and then acquiesced to simply keeping them captured. "And I can pitch in if needed. I'm sure we could find some food for you quickly enough." Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she feels that sense of forgetfulness again. She's chasing her tail and while she's quite nimble, she just can't seem to catch that hazy memory. Hopefully when the other man offers his name it'll shake itself loose.
Lorien	Oh. OH. He shakes his head and rubs the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize - Lorien. I'm called Lorien," he explains, losing the hard, predatory edge to his voice. It's as if his whole demeanor changes along with that tone, his rear legs folding up to his back, and his stance relaxing to an open, easygoing stand. "I appreciate your offer but I can't eat your food. It's full of plants, it's charred and it's dead. I can't eat like the rest of you. I have to have live prey."
Steel	Thankful for the hand shake there, Steel recalls those manners enough, "Good work there too. That guy, I don't know what he ..." Something or other, live prey. He follows Mercy's gaze back to Lorien. A few steps in that direction. "I don't know how much I can help there, maybe better hunting grounds? A lot of areas nearby have reduced populations of predators, an overabundance of game ..." Its a thought, the only thing he can think of, as they always talk about it on the radio when another deer or similar animal causes an accident. Sure reintroductions are taking place of wolves and such, but still. "I don't know what size you're looking for," in prey, household size, moose sized. But its a thought. "I think we may need to move the conversation, the police should be coming any second now." Or minute, but close enough.
Mercy Thompson	When Lorien offers his name Mercy's eyes widen as recognition hits. "You!" She says, as she takes a step towards the spider-being, "I know you! Well, I know of you." Then Mercy grimaces, as she glances aside to Steel, "I'm making a right mess of this." Turning her attention back to Lorien, Mercy will move closer to the Lorien. "Chat Noir came to me asking for help in finding you a place to live. I've been looking at some abandoned warehouses for you -" And while more should be said, Mercy will pause as everything that both Lorien and Steel says finally sinks in, "And yes, hunting grounds. I actually know quite a few areas that you could hunt in." It's where she often runs her coyote self out in. And then there's another nod when Steel mentions moving their location as well. "Yes, good idea." Her gaze will flick towards the rooftops, "Up?" She asks, even as she turns an amused look towards Steel, "Though I might need help getting that high. Compared to you both I'm pretty mortal." Those approaching sirens are definitely get louder, as the wails rise in decibels.
Lorien	"I usually choose rats and pigeons, as they are not missed and are considered a nuisance," Lorien explains to them both. "But larger prey is just as good, I don't have to eat as many. Or share them with hungry cats." He laughs softly at that. At the mention of Chat, Lorien perks. "Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot to mark my webs while I was moving. Good luck then that we met." At Mercy's suggestion of up, he offers his open arms. "I can lift you up, if you don't mind. We'll be out of the way of the police in moments."
Steel	They know each other, or one knows of the other at least. Steel is standing there, the offer out. "You only had to hint at asking," grins Steel to her amused look at least, an arm going out to help fly her up. As Lorien explains about hunting. "If the lady knows where they are," big game, "She's a sure bet, already looking for a warehouse even." And he stands there one arm out. "Two options to get there, your choice. And underneath it all, just as mortal." He'll let her pick who takes her to the roof, he uses jet boots to fly up there and set down gently. Out of the way of police, "I can't stay too long, but I wanted to share contact information at least, if you two were open to that?" They already have that connection, some mutual friend it seems.
Mercy Thompson	A grin is flashed at both of them when they both offer to help her get to that rooftop. Being closer to Steel, she'll say, "You for up -". And then she looks to Lorien, "- And when it's time to come down you can help me get back to the ground." There, hopefully no hurt feelings with that compromise. Then just like that Mercy is arriving upon the rooftop thanks to Steel's assistance. Once the three of them are settled, Mercy will take a position slightly close to the edge. Her curiosity has her looking downward towards the ground, as the police vehicles get closer and closer. While she keeps a vague eye upon the ground below, she still keeps the majority of her attention upon Steel and Lorien. It's Lorien that she'll ask, "I know Chat said you typically move your home around a lot, but if you aren't adverse to telling me where you currently live I can help you find suitable hunting grounds? We've a lot of forested area around the cities."
Lorien	The itsy bitsy spider went up the side of the buildingAndAlsoHe'sNotSoItsyBitsy o/` ... Okay that doesn't work at all. But it still aptly describes Lorien's ascent. Steel steals (ha) Lorien's opportunity to help, but it gets the job done; the spider is only standing there with his arms open for a split second before he shrugs and scuttles to the roof. "I'd give you my contact information, but I have none. I have no home and no phone sells to give you," he explains, trying to recall the name of the device he always sees people carrying around. Glancing over at Mercy, "If you can give me a place where I can be reached, that would be appreciated. It will help me solve some problems."
Steel	He mentioned contact when they got to the top, its lost a little in the spider, spidering up, and him flying most likely. Steel holds on and is up, then away, to the top. He takes it up for him, Lorien for down. Curiousity matched with her question, finding the hunting grounds. He's not sure its a good idea in the city, strays or not, some may have homes. Some may not be healthty to eat, but Lorien seems to be making a living of it at least. "There is that," he agrees, no cell phone, he sort of catches on at least, "And no place to stay yet either. If Mercy her finds you a place, that's a start." Then over to her, "I can just leave a contact for you, where I can be reached. Make contact, so I have a return at least? I may need more help at some point with that group, or what they have that I need." Is in, there is purpose at least. So, he looks down and out of the S somewhere on his chest, a card spits out, which he grabs to hand over to her, contact info for Steel. Then back to Lorien, "I'd offer to help with the hunting business, but was never something I really got into. I think you're in good hands with the lady here." A look though, making sure they're both good, he stands, avoiding the edge, assuming its all going swimmingly for he police down there.
Mercy Thompson	"Yes -" She answers to both Lorien and Steel - she can give Lorien a place to use as a contact, and she will also give Steel a way to contact her. In her pocket her hand goes as she reaches for a batch of cards she had printed for the car convention. She pulls one out for Steel and one for Lorien, even if Lorien might not be able to ever really use it. The card is offered to both and it says simply: Mercy's Garage - Auto Repair Shop. Specialization in Volkswagens. Beneath that message is the address of the shop, the main number, a cellphone and finally an email address that can be used. When Steel offers his own card to her, she'll take it, with a vaguely bemused expression on how the card is furnished. "That's handy." She'll say, even as she glances at the credentials upon the card, before she pockets it. "I should get myself something like that." The police are doing just fine, in fact they're loading the bad guys into the patrol cars as the trio speaks. "And if you need anything with those guys let me know. They were using magic -" Her gaze turns back to Steel now, "- In case you thought that was some sort of technological power, or super-powered based one." And she hasn't forgotten about Lorien, as she turns her attention back to him. "- Once we get you settled into a steady place we'll figure out a good way to get messages to you. Whether it's using a cellphone or keeping my garage your point of contact to the world."
Lorien	Lorien listens and nods in agreement, letting the two more knowledgeable folks suss things out. When Mercy focuses her attention on him, he's poised to move. "That is agreeable to me." He takes her card, putting it into a silk satchel at his side. Aliteration! "You wanted me to get you down? You give me directions, and I'll take you home. No stalking. Promise."
Steel	Taking the card, Steel smiles, then nods even. "You should, you'd probably make it look good." The steel armor. He puts the card back in the slot for filing, and nods. "I will do that. I know it was some mystic juju, batting me around like that. If you know your way around magic, I'll definitely get in touch Mercy." Then he nods, stepping back, "Good luck hunting you two, home, dinner." A look to Lorien who does literally hunt for dinner. "I have to get going, I have an interview this afternoon." Heroes need day jobs. He waves, two fingered, not a salute to them, grins and launches into the air, streaking away.