Owner	Pose
Brooke Harris	It is lunchtime, and people stream out of their jobs to get a bite of food at various restaurants and food trucks. This particular food truck has a line to get to it and its supply of tasty bahn mi sandwiches, regardless of 'authenticity'. Of course, this area isn't the safest, and there's been weird stuff going on lately. Brooke is a black girl, probably 20, in a dress with black tights and a backpack, waiting in line and writing some notes on a cheap note pad, in pencil, in Chinese. She is relaxed and looks around like she isn't sure whether to expect something to happen.
Vincent Black	Clinton is never a place to keep your head down, even the most experienced residents keep their heads on swivels. Especially in this era of capes and vigilantees. Crusaders and villains. You can never be too safe in Hell's Kitchen. Thankfully those that do keep their heads up, even when they are getting lunch at the roach coaches. These roaming culinary nomads that brave the dangerous streets to make a quick profit.     Three stories up, a time displaced detective runs through a large bank of cubicles and a wall of offices with a mediocre view. The disavowed and wanted cop tumbles into a cubicle at the wall as he doesn't make the turn, his ancient legs unable to find too much grip on the carpet. Vincent rolls over the wall and the downed shelves and papers going everywhere. "Shit." The cop whispers to himself as a bullet wizzes past over head and imbeds itself in one of the office doors. The gun man is on the other side of the floor, but Vincent continues to run. He lifts his arms and lowers his shoulder as he blows into a pane of glass, finding entry into the office and without pause, he has his gun out and shoots the safety glass before him, weakening the integrity of the exterior glass before he jumps into it too.     Three stories above the food trucks a man emerges through the window and plumets down to the street.
Brooke Harris	Brooke looks up at the noise. Sigh. Better make sure nobody is getting hurt. She slips away in the confusion and does some 'phone booth hunting'. Dress off. Mask and gloves on. Stash stuff somewhere odd and inaccessible. Slip back out - nobody pays attention to the dark corners when there is gunfire. They should, but there is far more interesting things to see. Show left, strike right. Yin quietly slips out to investigate in a black body suit with a matte white circle on her chest and a matte white yin-yang symbol over her right eye that curves down her chin.
Vincent Black	Vincent crashes onto one of the food trucks with the top half of his body, with his legs curling quickly into the side spinning him off the roof and landing heavily onto the pavement with a heavy crack and a grunt of pain. Yeah, that man should be dead from the fall and landing(s), but self healer has suffered, (will suffer?) worse. Either way, he's rolling onto his side with a slow groan in order to get his legs beneath himself. Groaning, "Fuckin' shits." The man pushes up to his feet and leans his hand with the gun still in it against the damaged food truck in order to steady himself and catch his breath.     Above, an oddly shapped figure leans a hollow black lense structure out of the window and a limb with several articulating points leans out also and fires a bullet down at the cop, who has begun to step away and move quickly down the sidewalk, trying to get closer to the building he just jumped out of.
Brooke Harris	Yin frowns. Squished person running around. Thing shooting bullets. Other thing. She slips into the doorway of the building and frowns, glancing inside and studying the guy running toward her. She spreads her senses out to sense anybody that might be around corners or through walls. "Who is shooting?" Because regardless, shooting toward a crowded street is not okay.
Vincent Black	Vincent is limp-jogging through the open air being shot at by the ... camera mounted machine, and he dives inside, landing on his side with another THUNK! "Prototypes. Of course." The man complains and rolls his eyes as he rolls onto his back and takes a moment to catch his breath. Also to allow Yin to catch up to him, but he doesn't know that. He slips his gun into the holster beneath his light jacket and clutched in his left hand is a jump drive, or some sort of portable hard drive, or data storage device and he rolls his eyes at it before sliding it into his front pocket.     The mecha device up stairs, is on five limbs, and a large camera like structure as it's main head and it leans out of the window further. The limb that was shooting spins until a spike is extended and it stabs into the brick before the rest of it's limbs come out one at a time and it starts to decend the wall. People scream and flee in every direction as the inhuman, inorganic machine continues its march down the wall towards its target.
Brooke Harris	Yin peers along the wall. "A robot. You are being chased by a robot. I think I hate robots." She frowns, not being of the laser blasty or rope slingy, flying-y sort. She relaxes and shrugs her shoulders out. "I'm Yin. What are you doing about it?" She studies the thing a bit, trying to at least figure out where the joints and center of balance is.
Vincent Black	It looks like a bacteriophage, but certainly larger than the normal life size. It's got a bizarre center of mass as it's a large cylindrical shape on top of a long metal stalk with wires coiling the stem, where at the base five long legs emerge from and crawl along the wall and side walk in an odd spinning like motion.     Vincent coughs once and squints at Yin with a scowl on his face but he surpresses the obvious emotion when he speaks, "I'm stopping it from being updated." The cop says as he rolls onto his side again and uses his hand to push up from the stale ground. "And I'm /not/ going to quip when I do it." The man says as he rushes to the side of the entry way and presses himself against the side, waiting for the thing to enter and scan, like it's supposed to.
Brooke Harris	Yin nods. "I don't expect quips. What do you need?" She waits for the robot to show up, still a bit bewildered about how to deal with it. Can she sweep a leg? Not sure? She decides that if it pokes a limb in that she can try to hook it and step around to pin a leg and tip it over.. maybe? This is an obvious headache. UGH. Anyways, it's going to have to deal with her first.
Vincent Black	"What I need you to do is look-" Vincent is interrupted mid instructions, and it's such a shame, he has a knack for telling people what to do in wartime situations. Like he's been in countless battles. The old man is caught off guard in this instance when two of the thin leg limbs pierce through the walls and anchors spread out before being pulled back into the brick, snagging Vincent's shoulder. The thing pulls, dragging him and the entire piece of the wall down and out into the sidewalk. The bacteriophage machine then moves on top of the cop, aiming to squish him with the main stalk as it begins to rise up to piston itself down.
Brooke Harris	Yin steps in with a blank, nonplussed look, and slams into the body of the robot with an upward motion to add to its rising momentum, very solidly, then softly shift into another stance to follow up. "Continue." Her eyes look through the robot, unfocusing to see its movements better.
Vincent Black	The camera turns towards Yin as it's lifted higher and stumbles backwards, three of its legs skittering on the sidewalk before it catches itself. A compartment flips down on the thin neck like stalk and a pair of metal prongs reach out an inch before an arch of electricity stretches from one to the other and it rushes the young super heroine.     It steps over Vincent on the way to the girl, though the cop reaches out with his cut arm to grab onto the device and tug onto the thing, try and unfocus it.
Brooke Harris	Yin watches the thing charge her, then does a small step in and to the side, to parry the shocking stalk to the side and lightly put one arm over it, and put her other hand under a joint, bracing her elbow againsh herself and twists to see if that one joint can handle being hyperextended with the mass of the charging robot. She grounds herself solidly, making herself immovable. "I hope you have some plans here."
Vincent Black	"I usually have a plan." The cop says as he struggles against the machine's weight, trying to stop it from hurting the girl only to watch her twist the limb until it groans and bends, unable to right itself. The limb is quickly compensated for with a brief moment and it twists it's locked limb away from Yin and lowers the point to swipe at Vincent with a huge shove with the twist of its whole walking segment.     AUGH! Vincent cries out as he sails back inside and the thing's giant eye turns towards Yin before it squints via its aperature and then turns back to Vincent and pushes inside towards the ancient cop.
Brooke Harris	Yin takes a couple steps around the robot. Eye lens? There's a party trick where you shatter a beer bottle by slapping the top, and optics are often not the most sturdy things around.. She steps in, ducks, bobs, then twists her whole body around, letting her arm swing lazily around to see if she can slam the palm of her hand against that lens. "What do you need me to do?"
Vincent Black	The glass in front of the aperature cracks from the strike, but the robot simply staggars back once and the limb that has been damaged spins around to try and slam against Yin's ribs with a heck of a lot of force.     Inside the rubble, Vincent stands up and dusts off his pants from the powdered massonry that crumbled all over and around him. "Don't waste your youth getting yourself hurt trying to protect me." Vincent growls in his gravelly voice. "I'm not worth it kid." He says as he pulls up a sleeve to his elbow and a great bloody seem opens up down his arm to his palm as a bone blade spins out of his arm and locks itself in place around and through his fist. The man starts to roar as he rushes out to meet the bot with his blade, plunging down into the already cracked lense.
Brooke Harris	Yin twists down into a twisted stance against the ground, lightly parrying the limb upward. "I don't like seeing things shoot into crowds." She twists back up, taking a step and lightly scoop kicking a leg as it tries to step to follow you, to see if she can't mess up its defenses against your blades.
Vincent Black	Vincent pounces on the things overly large lense eye and it starts to topple backwards from the weight of the mutant suddenly upon it. But the four feet back up quickly to keep it's balance despite the blade piercing deeply enough to damage the mirror effectly enough to blind the thing. Yin's foot however effectly trips up the quadpod and it tumbles backwards, landing on the street as it whirs loudly with mechancis to try and right itself.     Vincent tumbles forward, his blade being removed from the camera and leaving a bloody streak on the front of the lense as he catches himself from faceplanting into the street. He rolls and rights himself in a combat stance with his gun drawn aiming at the machine while he rises to both his feet. "You and me both kid." He says before firing a single bullet down the machine's camera and hopefully down the main stalk, damaging enough components to halt it.
Brooke Harris	Yin drifts into a t'ai chi stance and eyes the robot. "Do we need to worry about more of these? I can't say that I am a fan of fighting things that I can't feel." She extends her senses out. "I'm sure we are going to be on YouTube in ten minutes. Do you need to do anything else here before the place is crawling with clean up?"
Vincent Black	Vincent makes a slow and sure move as he slides his gun back beneath his arm and jacket while simultaneiously spinning his blade back into his arm and several drops of blood falls from his fingers before he lowers his jacket sleeve as if nothing ever happened. "I have what I need. Though I worry I was too late." He says, looking down at the damaged machine that he nudges with his toe briefly. He glances up to the window he burst out of and a pair of human heads are looking down from the shattered glass. One obviously taking some kind of notes.
Brooke Harris	Yin hmms. "Because of the notes? Wonderful." She shakes her head. "Teaching metal how to fight. Disgusting. I should go. I assume I might see you again, what do I call you?"
Vincent Black	Vincent lifts his hand as he walks back into the building he was pulled out of. "Vincent." He says simply and gruffly.
Brooke Harris	Yin nods. "Yin." And slips off to start losing her signs of persuit, always a pain in some of these places.