Owner	Pose
Sara Pezzini	Hell's Kitchen. Clinton. No matter what the name, it's a rough part of town. The 'town' in question, being New York City. Sara Pezini, Detective,NYPD, is here. She's technically on the clock but decided at a little past one in the afternoon to get lunch. Her car's parked by the side of the street, and she's leaning on the passenger side door eating takeout, Cheesey pasta with chicken in it, to be precise with a plastic fork in one hand, the pot on the hood of her Tahoe. She looks like she's seriously taking in her allotted food amount for the day. She's got slacks, newly egg-free, she's got her button down shirt on, and a jacket. Under the jacket is her service issue pistol in its holster, and her phone's clipped to her beltt with her other gear. Sara's in full on I'm a NY cop mode....and she's in full on lunch mode, too. Then again, she's keeping an eye on how things are here. Her real reason to be here is to investigate crimes. But lunch wins out really. Even if it iss a plastic fork and takeout job. Tucking her hair behind her ears she licks the sauce off the plastic fork and pauses with it near her mouth...empty of food.
Chun-li	The woman known as Chun-Li is also here, similar reasons. She's on the job. She doesn't have food in hand though and she isn't quite at ground level. She's actually up on a fire escape of a nearby building overlooking this part of the street. Going out on things like this weren't always exactly the most glamorous or exciting. She had just gotten a tip that a few drug dealers sometimes move around this area and some have ties to bigger fish. As such, she's positioned herself on overwatch of this spot, simply watching the people move from spot to spot as she leans in to the edge of the rail and just waits. Could all be for nothing but then again...
Sara Pezzini	Sara finishes up her pasta and stretches a little, the fork and pasta pot thrown into her Tahoe. She'll clean it out before the end of her shift. Besides, it's in a bag. Sara's also after the same dealers too. She's at ground level, and is keeping alert. She's not going anywhere, yet....instead she was waiting. Sara steps off the sidewalk and around her SUV, crossing the street. She's spotted something that piques her interest. It's a pair of guys that have joints in their hands. That's enough, Sara thinks, to go from there.
Chun-li	A blink as she notes Sara. Definitely a cop or something. She moves like it and doesn't really carry the same down/predatory look that those who frequent this area have. Chun-Li notes where she is going and then suddenly just leaps off the high spot and lands with a crouch below before moving as well toward that area. She moves carefully though, watching and waiting to see what Sara does before interfering.
Sara Pezzini	"Oh shit. Cops!" Sara hears as the two guys are hiding the joints having seen her badge, Sara not saying a word yet. She looks the two stoners over, there's disappointment in her eyes. There's not anger, there's disappointment in her brown eyes. She goes to speak as smoke is coming from around the groin area of the pants of the tallr of the two, a Hispanic man with prison tattoos. Sara looks concerned. The other man, a white guy with a pair of jean shorts on, is a tiny bit smarter to at least put the joint out before shoving it in a pocket. The Hispanic guy though is smarter in not being a walking weed shop....so it's even really...as Sara's stepped back. Smoking crotches are new. Watching the Hispanic man, Sara spies the jean shorts stoner run off, though it's hard to run with weed stuffed in his underwear, he's sort of half duck walking, half running down the sidewalk, albeit not too quickly. The Hispanic guy's swearing at her in Spanish as Sara's just stood there. It's not really her case, frankly. Both guys are above her pay grade really, she's supposed to be investigating other things.and leaving those who run to the rest of the PD. Or Interpol, too. But when the Hispanic guy throws a punch, he's just unleashed the Witchblade. Sara's lost control and the Witchblade takes over as her clothes are shredded. Out come the blades. On goes the metal armor. Saraa's just a passenger as one forearm blade across the Hispanic man's chest, the second slashing his throat, Sara covered in blood. The Witchblade's revelling in the violence. The jean shorts guy's quietly puking his guts up over a parking meter.
Chun-li	Moving across the street, she hears the commotion and starts running. She gets there just in time to spot some kind of blade come out of Sara and slash the guy to what appears death. She comes to a halt and then looks over at teh puking guy before shaking her head and getting into stance, "Interpol, stop right there." She points right at Sara. Not at the other two guys, one puking and the other bleeding out, "I don't know...or what you are but you are under arrest."
Sara Pezzini	Sara's battling the Witchblade for control when a series of words the Witchblade doesn't like are uttered. Interpol. Under and Arrest. Sara's despertely trying to get the Witchblade back under control before the bodies mount up. Sara's sort of, barely got control of the Witchblade when Chun-Li finishes speaking, but it's a shaky, tenuous grip Sara's got. Murder is murder though. If the Witchblade could stand trial, that'd be a giant headache for Sara being a detective. She'd effectively investigate a murder he was part of. "I'll come quietly" Sara says having got enough control back to speak. "But, I want a lawyer who undrstands the supernatural and mystical" she says, all evidnece of the Witchblade being out vanishing....well, bar the ripped sleeves of her jacket, mind. She's coming quietly, at least. There's just /one/ corpse
Chun-li	Looking over at the guy puking, she rushes up to the downed man, checking his pulse and frowning before shaking her head and moving to cuff Sara. She looks at her as she reads her her rights. Once she finishes, she pulls out a cellphone to start making calls, watching Sara the whole time.