Epic Crossover IC - Body Parts

[Michale CS]

Body Parts

yellow Power Level: Talented Human to Enhanced (@Ringmaster @Gands Sections BUT if you have any questions on using a particular character, send a PM to @Ringmaster regarding the bulk of this event!),

red Enhanced to Superhuman ( LIMITED @Michale CS sections, your mileage may vary, and it will be a SMALL role in the overall plot, just to include those who are outside the range but whose PCs are in the area IC )

Look/Feel: [ Mob War/Riot - Marvel's Netflix MCU level ] No player cap!

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This is an invite-only RP, but everyone in Epic Crossover is already considered invited! Note this is a major event with THREE GMS, @Gands @Michale CS and @Ringmaster. All collaboration to be handled in an Iwaku Conversation or on Discord.

'Nuff Said!​

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[Gands]

Grady

"Fuuklin lunatic ! "

Seeing Taskmaster practically wrapped around the pyromaniac and fire heading right for him, Grady leapt to the opposite side of the giant monolithic ice sculpture, pounding two thugs with his cane since they had the same idea he did....

@Ringmaster @Michale CS @schnee Corporate Lawyer @C.T. @thatguyinthestore

 

[Gands]

Big Patrick

Within an hour of his getting back to his neighborhood, Big Patrick had started preparations. Women, spray painting markings on the traditional borders of his territory every fifty yards to the inch . Old Celtic markings, that meant protection and the promise of vengeance. He and his small cadre of people went through a maze of back alleys into a basement, and through that into another basement. Lined with lead, silver, cold iron and three feet of reinforced concrete in every direction. Modern security systems, this year redesigned by his stepson Grady gave him an idea what was going on in his territory. Cameras could no longer look like cameras, they looked like decorative art, bricks, ironworks.

In his sanctum though, there was a woman, a gorgeous nude woman with black hair down to her waist, now in war braids and herself covered in blue war paint or wode.

" Ah... so it begins does it ! So I thought and have prepared as per our bargain", the big man stated.

" Indeed it does Patrick O'Rourke, You've made your bargain and I will stick with my part of it. My folk are ready.
I claim by the old laws, right of vengeance and protection over the territory of this man and all of his blood "

With that, she stuck a claw into the big man, just to one side of his heart, drawing it out with blood and marking herself with it over her heart. She then stuck a claw into herself, drawing blood once again and rubbing it over his wound, which then healed.

" Our son is valiant Patrick O' Rourke, he fights evil and safeguards the innocent. That must come from ... my side of the family. "

With that... Every crow in the city of Gotham gathered on roofs and fences in O'Rourke's territory.

"So Mote it be."

For just the briefest moment the room went pitch black and she was gone.

Big Patrick O'Rourke shivered and wondered what exactly he had done and whether or not it was going to be worth it.

@Michale CS @Ringmaster

 

[C.T.]

"HOW ABOUT A LITTLE FIRE, SCARECROW!" and aiming the flamethrower, he turned it up to high as he blasted a twenty foot stream of flame down from his height, uncaring who he caught up in it, so long as Taskmaster, Spider-Girl, Harper and Grady were caught in it as screams filled the chaotic air.

"THINK FAST, 'HEROES!'"
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The fire caught her and the gangsters she was fighting, obscuring them all from sight behind the fierce flame. A few thudding sounds emanated out from within the fiery chaos, followed by a moment or two of comparative silence contrasting with the chaos going on all around. Then she emerged, a running leap carrying her right through the brunt of fire and shooting right through the smoke on the way to Firefly. Even the brief contact had her skin burning in select places and sweating all around, but she could focus on that later. Right now?​

If it wasn't for Firefly yelling before he fired the flamethrower, she would be nothing but a Fried Harpo at this point in time. The second he yelled, Harper looked up and noticed his flamethrower. She grappled up to a scaffolding, dodging the fire just as it was about to burn her alive.

"Alright, Sparky. Now you're playing with the big guns." She muttered. Harper then looked down at her gauntlet and brought up an integrated display of the Batwing. She then took control of it from her gauntlet and flew it right outside of the iceberg lounge, and right behind where Firefly was standing on the iceberg. Lucky for her, most of the glass had been broken from the attack, giving her an easy shot. She then pressed a button on her gauntlet, and the second she did that a net reminiscent of one someone would use to catch a ton of fish with flew out of the Batwing toward Firefly. If it landed on him, he would be shocked with around 100,000 volts the second it came in contact with him.

There was a bad guy to deal with. And Harper...well, she had that.

Landing right in front of Firefly, she lifted her head and smirked. "Heya there." Before she even got the last syllable out, she moved into motion once more, intent on using Firefly himself as a kickpad to vault off of higher into the air as well as simultaneously knocking him right into that net before he could even think of dodging.

@Ringmaster @Michale CS @thatguyinthestore​

 

[OrlandoBloomers]

"You."

The figure stepped out of the shadows, his movements silent as the passing breeze. His clothing was a mixture of the archaic, a theatrical appearance to shock any who saw him. But if his posture and build was any indication, the very serviceable kama scythe hand blades told her a story of its own. That either he was too confident to use a gun...

Or he didn't need one.

For a beat, he stared at her before pointing at the box.

"He will answer for his attempts to meddle. And so it shall be for you, if you chase this course. Leave our secrets be and we will leave you be. Chase us...And burn with the rest of this benighted city."

A smoke bomb tossed and the figure was gone. His trail if examined, would be enough to follow if she wished...But if she had any sort of radio scanner, she'd pick up news on something big going down at the Iceberg Lounge...What path she followed, was up to her.

@OrlandoBloomers

A pin dropping would've made more noise than the man did stepping forth from the shadows. None of that seemed to bother Wilson very much, who turned so the right side of her head focused on the warrior and slowly walked out from around the table housing the Riddler's box. Both hands went to her mask as she went, tightening the knot tied at the back of her head while she cracked her neck in a way that seemed entirely casual on the surface but masked a calm, subdermal tension that showed she wasn't taking him lightly.

"Here's the thing. I didn't hear any zeroes at the end of that offer to make it terribly enticing. And for all the people who bitch about it, I happen to like this benighted city in particular."

With an ill-intented smirk, she raised both arms and gripped the swords sheathed and crossed on her back.

"You see where this is going."

Apparently he didn't see, because much to her annoyance a moment later he did the ninja smoke thing and she lost sight of him, prompting a snarl. Stupid one eye. That got her every time. Though she quickly picked up his trail and prepared to give chase, her progress was halted by a report coming in over her earpiece that sounded of-interest if nothing else, Rose briefly pausing to listen.

Oh well, sucked for them. :| Probably someone gunning for one of the bounties on the vigilantes' heads. She figured there'd be a lot more of that before the night was through. She wasn't prioritizing that potential lead at the expense of an actual direct line to a target, so it was only after literal milliseconds of deliberation that she disregarded the radio report and swiftly moved after wherever elite ninja's path led in a run, precious little time wasted. Her eyes were forward, constantly processing what lay ahead of her at every taken step with perfect clarity.

@Ringmaster​

 

[Michale CS]

[fieldbox="Taskmaster, Orange, Solid"] One genuine almost as durable Captain America shield and near duplicate structure Bat-cloak later and the fire was a warm memory. He made his way up to the roof and saw the girls had things fairly well in hand, but... just in case he drew the bow and fired off what looked like a blunt arrow with an overly heavy tip for Firefly - aiming for center mass. Whatever it hit would have a one shot miniature repulsor blast. Not enough to even dent Firefly's armor but it wasn't meant to do that - it was made to push him back towards that net as well. [/fieldbox]

[fieldbox="Queen of Hearts, Red, Dotted"] Meanwhile, Rayleen moved out into the street. If there were still goons to deal with, she would. But, those claws would kill these guys - she only grew them to give her reach on Spider-Girl at the time. So, she let them and the spikes on her shoulders recede into bone armor instead, and laid into them hand to hand. [/fieldbox]

@C.T. @Ringmaster @Gands @thatguyinthestore @Schnee Corp Lawyer

 

[Gands]

Grady

Grady picked up one of the fancy guns in one hand and his cane in the other as he started to work his way around the remnants of the Iceberg lounge . Two rules now, one.. bad guys, get beaten on as severely as he could manage to get them down and not in his or anyone else's way, two... innocents get moved out of this hell hole as safely as he could manage.

There was too much smoke and fire to get much of a clear view of anything. But since he didn't look like a vigilante, perhaps they won't fire quite as quickly on him. Or so he hoped it would give him an edge.

@Michale CS @Ringmaster @thatguyinthestore @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer

 

[Chewy Rabbits]

Outside would have been plenty for Sam to do. Fire was everywhere, people were stampeding from the Iceberg Lounge and gunfire echoed strangely between the screams. Unless something was done, a lot of people were going to be hurt by the panic alone.

Was this what real danger was like? When he was little more than a living television trying to survive in a junkyard, it was a battle for survival! Trying to escape from humans who wanted to see what was up with this strange TV. To see if they could make a profit off him like he was some kind of thing to be dissected and studied. He might not have been able to talk like a normal person but he knew that he didn't want to be captured. He swung his power cord to dislodge pieces of trash that held up piles large enough to hold the humans at bay.

Once they eventually gave up the search, Sam who had by this point thought of himself as the Sample Maestro given how he 'spoke' by using samples of different clips, began forming a body. One that would be strong and he wouldn't have to every be in that position again. Of feeling like he had to run away. Though the same couldn't be said for the people who's homes were being burned down before his very monitor!

His screen briefly flashed to static before taking on a image of a police siren as Sam began to perform what to an outside may have seemed like some kind of dance. But given the loud frequency of the siren clip coming from him and his gestures, he could lead these poor people to a police station! It wasn't much but he had to at least try! Provided he at least got some people to follow his suggestion, Sam turned towards where he was hearing all the destruction coming from the Iceberg Lounge.

He hadn't been shot at before but he didn't need to be a genius to know that humans were a lot squishier than him. He had to get to the bottom of this! Once more, his screen changed to static before bringing on a new clip. One that reflected how he felt towards the perpetrators of whoever was behind this!

@Schnee Corp Lawyer @C.T. @Ringmaster @Michale CS​

 

[York]

Argent Sentinel (Lilly Briant)
@Michale CS @Ringmaster @thatguyinthestore @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Gands

Smoke, fire... Chaos, it didn't take long for the Argent Sentinel to be drawn towards the burning ice-berg lounge, seeing the panicked civilians already running amuck, she decided it was the best course of action to extinguish the flames, the source of the problem.

However, as she ran into the scene, she realized that this wasn't just some accidental fire, oh no... There was a villain on the loose, Firefly to be exact, and she noticed she wasn't the only hero in the masses. On the other hand, while this "firefly" was hopefully distracted, the Sentinel would attempt to smother the flames still burning around the area, using the dust and rubble around her to her advantage.

With any luck, either her activity would actually hold off the fire coming around, or perhaps it might somehow attract firefly's attention. In either case, she had one of her hands very close to her holstered gun, prepared to fight on a moment's notice. In the heat of the moment (literally in this case), the Sentinel wasn't about to let her guard down so easily.​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Gotham City. Thomas remembered this place from his own universe. It was shitty, but it wasn't this shitty. At least in his own universe there weren't killer clowns and scarecrows running around the place. He was doing well for him self. Apparently being a Cobblepot meant something in this universe. Well, being related to one of the biggest mob bosses in Gotham did. He managed to get his own place and a nice little job, but he wanted one thing. To be at the top. He'd been planning for months on how to get rid of his uncle with his right hand man Butch, and it seemed as though he finally knew how.

He was currently sitting at the table, drinking a glass of wine and watching the news. Apparently, Firefly had taken to attacking his uncle's club, which he planned on taking over when he inevitably overthrew the old man. Thomas simply smiled.

"So it has begun..." Thomas said before standing up. "Come, Butch!" He then walked away with his cane. A larger, bulkier looking man followed him holding a machine gun.

@Michale CS @Ringmaster @Gands @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @york @Chewy Rabbits @OrlandoBloomers

 

[Ringmaster]

If it wasn't for Firefly yelling before he fired the flamethrower, she would be nothing but a Fried Harpo at this point in time. The second he yelled, Harper looked up and noticed his flamethrower. She grappled up to a scaffolding, dodging the fire just as it was about to burn her alive.

"Alright, Sparky. Now you're playing with the big guns." She muttered. Harper then looked down at her gauntlet and brought up an integrated display of the Batwing. She then took control of it from her gauntlet and flew it right outside of the Iceberg Lounge, and right behind where Firefly was standing on the iceberg. Lucky for her, most of the glass had been broken from the attack, giving her an easy shot. She then pressed a button on her gauntlet, and the second she did that a net reminiscent of one someone would use to catch a ton of fish with flew out of the Batwing toward Firefly. If it landed on him, he would be shocked with around 100,000 volts the second it came in contact with him.

Grady

"Fuuklin lunatic ! "

Seeing Taskmaster practically wrapped around the pyromaniac and fire heading right for him, Grady leapt to the opposite side of the giant monolithic ice sculpture, pounding two thugs with his cane since they had the same idea he did....

There was a bad guy to deal with. And Harper...well, she had that.

Landing right in front of Firefly, she lifted her head and smirked. "Heya there." Before she even got the last syllable out, she moved into motion once more, intent on using Firefly himself as a kickpad to vault off of higher into the air as well as simultaneously knocking him right into that net before he could even think of dodging.

One genuine almost as durable Captain America shield and near duplicate structure Bat-cloak later and the fire was a warm memory. He made his way up to the roof and saw the girls had things fairly well in hand, but... just in case he drew the bow and fired off what looked like a blunt arrow with an overly heavy tip for Firefly - aiming for center mass. Whatever it hit would have a one shot miniature repulsor blast. Not enough to even dent Firefly's armor but it wasn't meant to do that - it was made to push him back towards that net as well.

And Firefly's flame was....

....Was snuffed.

Dogpile'd by the various in taking him down, which left the fire and the remaining victims...Civilian and otherwise, which was soon put in right order as police and the fire department came in.

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Was this what real danger was like? When he was little more than a living television trying to survive in a junkyard, it was a battle for survival! Trying to escape from humans who wanted to see what was up with this strange TV. To see if they could make a profit off him like he was some kind of thing to be dissected and studied. He might not have been able to talk like a normal person but he knew that he didn't want to be captured. He swung his power cord to dislodge pieces of trash that held up piles large enough to hold the humans at bay.

Once they eventually gave up the search, Sam who had by this point thought of himself as the Sample Maestro given how he 'spoke' by using samples of different clips, began forming a body. One that would be strong and he wouldn't have to every be in that position again. Of feeling like he had to run away. Though the same couldn't be said for the people who's homes were being burned down before his very monitor!

His screen briefly flashed to static before taking on a image of a police siren as Sam began to perform what to an outside may have seemed like some kind of dance. But given the loud frequency of the siren clip coming from him and his gestures, he could lead these poor people to a police station! It wasn't much but he had to at least try! Provided he at least got some people to follow his suggestion, Sam turned towards where he was hearing all the destruction coming from the Iceberg Lounge.

He hadn't been shot at before but he didn't need to be a genius to know that humans were a lot squishier than him. He had to get to the bottom of this! Once more, his screen changed to static before bringing on a new clip. One that reflected how he felt towards the perpetrators of whoever was behind this!

Smoke, fire... Chaos, it didn't take long for the Argent Sentinel to be drawn towards the burning ice-berg lounge, seeing the panicked civilians already running amuck, she decided it was the best course of action to extinguish the flames, the source of the problem.

However, as she ran into the scene, she realized that this wasn't just some accidental fire, oh no... There was a villain on the loose, Firefly to be exact, and she noticed she wasn't the only hero in the masses. On the other hand, while this "firefly" was hopefully distracted, the Sentinel would attempt to smother the flames still burning around the area, using the dust and rubble around her to her advantage.

With any luck, either her activity would actually hold off the fire coming around, or perhaps it might somehow attract firefly's attention. In either case, she had one of her hands very close to her holstered gun, prepared to fight on a moment's notice. In the heat of the moment (literally in this case), the Sentinel wasn't about to let her guard down so easily.

Thanks to their efforts, the panic subsided and the people while still scared, were all now safe at the least. People put into groups and escorted out the building by their efforts as the club was hosed down and helped out in turn by any vigilantes who tried to assist.

A scene that the following would see.
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Meanwhile, Rayleen moved out into the street. If there were still goons to deal with, she would. But, those claws would kill these guys - she only grew them to give her reach on Spider-Girl at the time. So, she let them and the spikes on her shoulders recede into bone armor instead, and laid into them hand to hand.

otham City. Thomas remembered this place from his own universe. It was shitty, but it wasn't this shitty. At least in his own universe there weren't killer clowns and scarecrows running around the place. He was doing well for him self. Apparently being a Cobblepot meant something in this universe. Well, being related to one of the biggest mob bosses in Gotham did. He managed to get his own place and a nice little job, but he wanted one thing. To be at the top. He'd been planning for months on how to get rid of his uncle with his right hand man Butch, and it seemed as though he finally knew how.

He was currently sitting at the table, drinking a glass of wine and watching the news. Apparently, Firefly had taken to attacking his uncle's club, which he planned on taking over when he inevitably overthrew the old man. Thomas simply smiled.

"So it has begun..." Thomas said before standing up. "Come, Butch!" He then walked away with his cane. A larger, bulkier looking man followed him holding a machine gun.

For those at the lounge outside, they'd see a group of thugs in handcuffs, with GCPD watching over them. Commissioner Gordon looked as though he could have used a good nights rest, looking at those who approached and waving.

"Quite a mess of things tonight. We managed to secure these thugs off the street however, though none of them are talking about where they got these....Rifles."

Those were being collected as evidence as of now.

@Michale CS @Gands @york @Chewy Rabbits @C.T. @thatguyinthestore

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A pin dropping would've made more noise than the man did stepping forth from the shadows. None of that seemed to bother Wilson very much, who turned so the right side of her head focused on the warrior and slowly walked out from around the table housing the Riddler's box. Both hands went to her mask as she went, tightening the knot tied at the back of her head while she cracked her neck in a way that seemed entirely casual on the surface but masked a calm, subdermal tension that showed she wasn't taking him lightly.

"Here's the thing. I didn't hear any zeroes at the end of that offer to make it terribly enticing. And for all the people who bitch about it, I happen to like this benighted city in particular."

With an ill-intented smirk, she raised both arms and gripped the swords sheathed and crossed on her back.

"You see where this is going."

Apparently he didn't see, because much to her annoyance a moment later he did the ninja smoke thing and she lost sight of him, prompting a snarl. Stupid one eye. That got her every time. Though she quickly picked up his trail and prepared to give chase, her progress was halted by a report coming in over her earpiece that sounded of-interest if nothing else, Rose briefly pausing to listen.

Oh well, sucked for them. :| Probably someone gunning for one of the bounties on the vigilantes' heads. She figured there'd be a lot more of that before the night was through. She wasn't prioritizing that potential lead at the expense of an actual direct line to a target, so it was only after literal milliseconds of deliberation that she disregarded the radio report and swiftly moved after wherever elite ninja's path led in a run, precious little time wasted. Her eyes were forward, constantly processing what lay ahead of her at every taken step with perfect clarity.

The ninja chase over the rooftops was an exercise in stealth and agility. Hidden enough to continue to trail, light enough to remain in pursuit. It was a delicate balance, but Rose was skilled enough in that regard that they came to the area he sought.

And down below on the streets, the Foot Elite vanished into a subway. Its only witness, what looked like another vigilante on their trail.

The elite weapons gave power to the thugs and violent brutes...Your particular abilities made you a threat as soon as you got involved, but now? You had managed to track them down to here...Subway entrance 36, long since abandoned.

Until now.

Now what were the odds of that?

@OrlandoBloomers @Ms.Ezra​

 

[Michale CS]

[fieldbox="Queen of Hearts, Red, Solid"] Rayleen looked around for Grady and when she found him she shook her head. "Cobblepot ditched me after saying I was his girl Friday. I guess today's Tuesday or something because he locked his escape route before letting me into it. I gave the man my loyalty and let's face it, the place is going to be out of commission for awhile, and my uncle won't have me in the family business. Is... Big Patrick hiring?" Rayleen said when she finally caught up to him. [/fieldbox]
@Gands

[fieldbox="Taskmaster, Grey, Dotted"] "Pity the cops were here so fast. I was gonna cash in a mil for a used cigarette lighter." He whispered to Firefly before the cops drug him away. He punched a few buttons on a wrist unit he had and a driverless motorcycle pulled up. It was time to question someone without causing a warzone. "I could use some fish and chips right now anyway..." He said softly as he pulled out, heading for the docks.[/fieldbox]
@Ringmaster @ anyone curious to follow Tasky

 

[Gands]

Grady Murtaugh

Thumping some thugs himself and escorting a half dozen visitors out of the lounge, Grady resumed the { normal } looking walk and status, trying to make his way to his truck without much interference from the cops. We'll make something work, I'll see too it Raylene, come on, lets find the truck. Anyway you can look, ... inconspicuous ? I'm heading to the No Name Bar to meet Blue Bird.

{{ Text to April} Made it out. Lots of Damage, please stay with your Dad. }

@Ringmaster @Michale CS @thatguyinthestore @C.T.@york

 

[thatguyinthestore]

And Firefly's flame was....
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....Was snuffed.

Dogpile'd by the various in taking him down, which left the fire and the remaining victims...Civilian and otherwise, which was soon put in right order as police and the fire department came in.

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Harper Row/Bluebird​

Harper jumped down from the scaffolding, landing on the ground and looking at the unconscious body. She then huffed and placed her hands on her hips. Harper walked outside and over to Gordon before tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Hey, Gordon. Just thought I'd let you know that some loon hired Firefly to do this. If you want, I can do the questioning for ya. Unlike 'ole Batsy, I can play both good cop and bad cop."

@Ringmaster​

Thomas Cobblepot
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Cobblepot soon arrived at the scene alongside Butch, but was disappointed to find out that the cops had already taken custody of Lynns.

"Great. Lynns is in police custody and my dear uncle has without a doubt cowered off to God knows where." This was certainly a turn for the worse for Cobblepot. He decided to head inside and assess the damage that pyro freak had done to his soon to be owned club.

"It'll take months to get this place fixed up and running again." Cobblepot said before rubbing his temple with one hand and closing his eyes. As he was about to leave, Butch pointed out one significant detail.

"Hey, boss. Looks like one of your uncle's workers is still here. She might know where the old man went." Butch said, pointing over to Rayleen. Thomas smiled and turned around.

"Helpful as ever Butch. Oh, but do try not to point in public again. It's very rude." Thomas said before patting him on the back and slowly making his way over to Rayleen alongside Butch, who accompanied him with an eye roll. "Excuse me, miss. But I believe that you work for my uncle, Oswald? Do you have any idea where he went?" Thomas asked once he finally made his way over to her.

@Michale CS @Gands​

 

[Gands]

Talia Al Ghul

A couple of properties over as Oswald Cobblepot emerges panting from his escape hatch, umbrella in hand, he will note the presence of someone sitting nearby in the darkness.

" Mister Oswald Cobblepot I presume ?
{ suitable dramatic pause )

" My name is Talia Al Ghul. My business partner believes you to be a considerable asset.
I am to guarantee your safe conduct out of this situation whether you agree or not. If you decide against our business arraignment we will have you returned to Gotham unharmed.
Personally, it's my belief that you will in the long term prove.... untrustworthy, but I (shrugs ) could be wrong there. Is it possible by the way, your previous allies decided to end their business arrangements ? "

"By the way, our destination would be New York City. "

@Michale CS @Ringmaster

 

[Schnee Corp Lawyer]

For those at the lounge outside, they'd see a group of thugs in handcuffs, with GCPD watching over them. Commissioner Gordon looked as though he could have used a good nights rest, looking at those who approached and waving.

"Quite a mess of things tonight. We managed to secure these thugs off the street however, though none of them are talking about where they got these....Rifles."

Those were being collected as evidence as of now.​

"Commissioner"

When Damian got atop the storefront next to where Gordon had gathered everyone was unknown, but his voice was calm enough as he silently dropped to the ground near him and handed him a usb drive.

"Your internal affairs department is trash. Here. List of who was on Penguin's payroll on the force. Seemed to think that having a pet piggy or two show up at his doorstep was going to dissuade me. Or the rest of these... people. I guess" He said with a glance at the others.

"Not that I can say I consider this anything but a success. Firefly in custody, Cobblepot's crappy bar torched, and we have at least two leads. So good job, all of you, even if I'm almost positive it was all dumb luck on your parts. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to follow up on one of those leads."

He smirked and pointed his grappling hook up into the air. He gave a two fingered salute as he took off into the night... without actually telling anyone where he was going. Real team player that one : |

@Ringmaster @Michale CS @Gands @york @Chewy Rabbits @C.T. @thatguyinthestore​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Harper then remembered that she had a better connection than questioning Lynns, hell getting him to talk required a great deal of time and patience that she didn't have.

"Actually, nevermind. You can have some of your guys handle him." She said before approaching Grady. "Now that this is over, I believe that you wanted to meet me at some bar? Come on, we can take the Batwing."

@Gands

 

[OrlandoBloomers]

The ninja chase over the rooftops was an exercise in stealth and agility. Hidden enough to continue to trail, light enough to remain in pursuit. It was a delicate balance, but Rose was skilled enough in that regard that they came to the area he sought.

And down below on the streets, the Foot Elite vanished into a subway. Its only witness, what looked like another vigilante on their trail.

The elite weapons gave power to the thugs and violent brutes...Your particular abilities made you a threat as soon as you got involved, but now? You had managed to track them down to here...Subway entrance 36, long since abandoned.

Until now.

Now what were the odds of that?

@OrlandoBloomers @Ms.Ezra

Diving into Gotham's subway network was a lot like attending a grunge concert in the middle of a swamp-- Grimy, dark and packaged with a high chance of running into a rat or five around every corner. Or, god help you, a croc.

So good fun all around, then. Rose surveyed the scene from high atop a building with one foot propped up on the rooftop edge, a Stark-made miniaturized binocular-scope designed for one eye giving her a magnified view of the subway entrance down below as the Elite darted inside. What drew her eye even more was the second figure lurking around on the outside, who she zoomed in on momentarily before folding up the device and stowing it. Huh. Alright then. Seemed a safe bet that that someone had a reason for being here, and wasn't just some civvy who wandered into a high-pace pursuit. Anyone outside in Gotham at night had to have a reason to be, because it wasn't exactly a healthy life choice.

"Sorry. Not looking for a hookup right now."

She muttered quietly to herself with a shake of the head, taking a dive off the rooftop to swing nimbly down a fire escape and alight near-silently in a dim alleyway where she was obscured from sight of the road. She peered around the side of the alley, watching the subway entrance closely.

"You just go right ahead and spring any traps the oriental rejects might've set for me down there, though. Promise I'll come running if you get cut up too bad. I won't be able to help, but I'll come running."

While watching, a secondary motive was to scan the streets and crannies for any manholes or service hatches that might've provided an alternate way into the station, maybe even one that'd let her get the drop on Master Archaic with his head start. They were for maintenance workers' use, common enough fixtures with subway tunnels. Old ones in particular.

@Ringmaster @Ms.Ezra​

 

[Ms.Ezra]

After an altercation with some pulse rifle-wielding goons in New York the other day, and today hearing chatter about people with the same weapons in Gotham, Janice had dug her old X-Men uniform and helmet out ,then made the trip here. She could disable the guns. Even make them explode when used. After her interview with Potts and Stark, which basically turned her life around, she now felt unable to stand by when it seemed she could be of great help.

Thankfully her new boss had given her a lot of leeway on her schedule.

Once here, she'd put on the uniform under her regular street clothes and gone on the hunt. She began by tapping into every police car radio she happened to pass. The dashboard darlings hadn't been anymore helpful to her than they were to the police. Then she'd remembered the mysterious text. With a little coaxing she was able to retrieve the message and made her way on foot to the docks. It was her only clue, but it was a start at least even if it was long after the meeting time. After digging her helmet and other accessories out of her pack, she headed to the warehouse on foot.

When she reached the appointed warehouse, she did so just in time to see the chase commence. She didn't entertain the idea of going after the one alone.

Great job, Gizmo. One day back in the saddle, and you ride right into the muck. Janice thought as she gave chase to the rather fierce-looking men. The repulsors on her hands and legs allowed her to make short jumps to keep them in sight.

Once she caught up with them at the subway entrance, Janice hesitated. Am I really going to chase ninjas down with a couple batons, electric knuckles, and some repulsors? She thought while setting her helmet to scan the entrance. No traps yet. Then It occurred to her she wasn't alone. There had been one other in pursuit.

In case this unknown was still around, she said aloud through her helmet voice modulator "We have a common enemy. Allies are better when facing the unknown." The modulator made her sound almost masculine. Fitting because she was echoing her instructor Cyclops. Janice went walking quietly into the subway station.

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[C.T.]

For those at the lounge outside, they'd see a group of thugs in handcuffs, with GCPD watching over them. Commissioner Gordon looked as though he could have used a good nights rest, looking at those who approached and waving.

"Quite a mess of things tonight. We managed to secure these thugs off the street however, though none of them are talking about where they got these....Rifles."

Those were being collected as evidence as of now.​

"Of course they aren't--"​

"Commissioner"

When Damian got atop the storefront next to where Gordon had gathered everyone was unknown, but his voice was calm enough as he silently dropped to the ground near him and handed him a usb drive.

"Your internal affairs department is trash. Here. List of who was on Penguin's payroll on the force. Seemed to think that having a pet piggy or two show up at his doorstep was going to dissuade me. Or the rest of these... people. I guess" He said with a glance at the others.

"Not that I can say I consider this anything but a success. Firefly in custody, Cobblepot's crappy bar torched, and we have at least two leads. So good job, all of you, even if I'm almost positive it was all dumb luck on your parts. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to follow up on one of those leads."

He smirked and pointed his grappling hook up into the air. He gave a two fingered salute as he took off into the night... without actually telling anyone where he was going. Real team player that one : |​

"HEY!" Anya yelled after him. Dashing up a few steps closer, she bounded into the air and a quick thwip of webbing to begin swinging after Damian in an attempt to keep up with him. A quick glance over her shoulder and she blurted out in one breath:

"SorrybutIneverdidconsidermyselfthebestinterrogatorI'lljustleavethattoyouguys, thanksforallthehelpandmaybeI'llseeyouallaroundsometime."

With that she returned her gaze forward, trying to pick up a hint of movement in the pale moonlight. I'll show you dumb luck.

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[Michale CS]

"Helpful as ever Butch. Oh, but do try not to point in public again. It's very rude." Thomas said before patting him on the back and slowly making his way over to Rayleen alongside Butch, who accompanied him with an eye roll. "Excuse me, miss. But I believe that you work for my uncle, Oswald? Do you have any idea where he went?" Thomas asked once he finally made his way over to her.

"I have no idea, kid. He went down that escape hatch of his and locked it behind him before I could even follow. Left me to deal with the heroes, the thugs, and dumb ass pyro all alone. He's not number one on my favorites list right now, Tommy." She shook her head and turned to Grady, waiting for his response to her, noticing that he'd went inside, what inside was left, so she followed

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