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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 24, 2010 15:14:46 GMT -5
Abandoned Warehouse
The tough continued his run toward the building... right up until the Azure Torch slammed into his back, flinging him to the ground and his odd gun across the room. He was clearly unconscious.
Seelie made her way toward the building as well, pausing at the door. "Hostages a possibility?" She glanced over the room, noting a stack of boxes - likely more of what they were loading into the trucks - as well as two routes down into the basement - a freight elevator and a set of stairs. "Let's go check it out then."
The Truck
The driver panicked, barely avoiding spinning the wheel and slamming the truck into a building, and managed to hit the brake instead, eyes wide. "You... how'd you... who... what do you want?"
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Post by Myridd on Feb 24, 2010 15:31:09 GMT -5
Abandoned Warehouse
"The stairs will get us there faster. Though, someone should probably guard the elevator. . ." Reed says as he nonchantly picked up the odd gun. "Interesting weapon." He muttered, than turned back to look survey his new allies with his pale white eyes. Interesting group too. What is it with this town and superheros?
Than without another word, he is jumping down the staircase, hoping to catch the toughs by surprise.
Truck
"I want you to pull over, nice and slow. You'll get punished if you crash into anything Kitten. After you park, You'll tell me what the deal with these weapons are. Who's supplying them? Who's buying them? And how many are there." Catwoman responds, her claws still at his throat. "Otherwise, you won't be able to report anything back to anyone. Kinda hard to speak without a wind pipe." She lets out a low purr, knowing she had this man right where she wanted him.
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Post by amstard on Feb 24, 2010 17:05:50 GMT -5
The Azure Torch righted himself after his kamikaze charge, and looked toward the stairs where the others had gone. "Man...that guy really wants that ice cream."
<<Do I go downstairs, or stay up here....there's bunches of unconscious thugs up here, but that other guy is still around. That truck got away, but these two might need my help...>>
Notification, interrupted the Ring again. The vehicle in question has been stopped.
<<Why?>>
Indeterminate. However, large amounts of emotion: Fear are present in one human in the vehicle.
<<Are there more than one?>>
Yes.
<<Can you tell who?>>
Nonfearful entity is identified as Catwoman. Known associate and antagonist to various heroes in Gotham City and elsewhere.
<<Umm...is she a good guy?>>
Objectifying subjective term...her enemies are, at present, your enemies. She intends you no harm at this time.
<<Sweet! Well, then....>>
"Let's rock this joint!!" shouted Torch as he blazed downstairs after the others.
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 24, 2010 17:09:28 GMT -5
Abandoned Warehouse
As Reed reached the basement, he saw a group of twelve toughs loading weapons of the odd, dull metal - guns, maces, and clubs - into boxes. One was facing the stairs, and called out, "Hey! Intruder!"
Then the others stopped what they were doing and, with the weapons they had at hand, turned to attack.
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Post by Myridd on Feb 24, 2010 17:41:02 GMT -5
"Well now, that's not a very friendly welcome." He says, grinning as he lunges at the man by the stairs. Grabbing the thug by his neck and lifting him off his feet. "Now tell me, you have medical insurance?"
"Wh.. what?!" The thug asked, obviously confused and a tad bit frightened. "What kind of question is that!?"
"Just curious. You know those weapons your friends have?" Reed asks as he grins, the light of the basement glinting off his teeth."They hurt, rather a lot. And coming from me that's saying something. So lets see how loyal they are to you, all right?"
Reed positions the man infront of him, as a human shield, as he advances towards the other thugs. He had one muscular arm wrapped around the guy's throat and was pointing the odd gun he had picked up earlier at the guy's back to prod him forward.
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Post by amstard on Feb 24, 2010 17:52:15 GMT -5
"Let's rock this joint!"
The stairs passed by Torch's eyes in a flash as he flew down them. A moment's glance told him that, no, these weren't hostages, and he likely owed both Reed and Seelie an awful lot of ice cream. He blazed into the room, landed in the middle of it, and asked, "Did you miss me?"
Notification.
<<Ahh, hell. What now?>>
Projectile weapons used by your opponents contain exceptionally powerful thermal-grade electromagnetic radiation generators.
<<Huh?>>
Translating....very strong laser balls.
<<So?>>
Absorption of this energy, as is standard, is impossible at this time; you are outside of the area of influence of the Green Lanterns.
Torch looked around, and said, "Oh."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 24, 2010 18:11:31 GMT -5
Noting the shocked realization on the Torch's face, Reed calls out to him. "Hey! Blue guy! Those weapons pack a punch. If you're not up to taking a rather hard shot, than stick to long range attacks. . . Do you HAVE long range attacks?"
The Torch gives a sheepish grin. "Sometimes."
Sometimes? What the hell does he mean by sometimes? When he has a gun? Of course you have a ranged attack when you have a gun. . . Ah jeez. Fragile humans. Reed looked conflicted for a moment, than called back over to Torch. "Get behind me than, if you need a shield. I'm rather tough ya know." He winks, and continues to advance forward, just realigning his movement to provide Torch with some cover.
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Post by amstard on Feb 24, 2010 18:21:44 GMT -5
"Get behind you? And lose my chance to utilize...."
At this point, the Azure Torch is pelted by green blasts from behind him. The force knocks him onto his face.
"Ow! That REALLY hurts! Ring, how we doin'?"
Personal shield stable. No internal damage. Threat levels: Low.
"All right," said Torch, gritting his teeth and flaring his blue energy aura, "eat Hope Kung-Fu!"
Propelling himself straight backwards, the Torch's feet plant themselves into the stomach of one of the thugs with a gun.
"Yee-haw! Let's have ourselves a good ol-fashioned hog-catchin' contest!" he exclaimed, dropping into a well-done, but exaggerated, country accent.
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Post by gg on Feb 25, 2010 8:33:08 GMT -5
OT: rockin' ring rapport, amstard
<<Hey, guys! There are people in the basement of that building! They could be innocents, so be careful! First one in gets ice cream on me!>>
"Skeets! Did you rig the comm link up as a party line again? Who is that?!"
The bot was finishing soldering the steel gate closed of the makeshift pen they had deposited their 'catch-of-the-day' in. "It appears to be a telepathic missive from the aforementioned Lantern on the scene, sir."
Booster scanned the area, "Wonderful. Ice cream? I thought you said coffee and doughnuts would be perfect? How am I supposed to compete with ice scream, Skeets?"
"Truly seems one of the paradoxes of this era, sir. Should I run a - "
"Nevermind," he turned to grace the soggy scoundrels with a blinding smile, "Okay, chums. Which one of you flounders wants to belly up to the sandbar and spill your guts? What's the deal with the hostages?"
The thugs silently glared as they struggled against their restraints.
"They seem to have clammed up, sir."
"Crabby attitudes, gentlemen." He conversed with Skeets over their comm link, "Have you notified the p--"
Interjecting, Skeets whirred over his head, "--Already contacted the police, sir."
"The Press, Skeets, the Press!"
"They seem to be such little fish in a big pond, sir, I thought it more prudent to wait for the bigger headline."
"There are no little headlines, Skeets, just little opportunity to shine in a world that will glom on to the flavor of the month and -"
The screeching of tires pulled Booster from his rant, accompanying a quick uptake of the proceedings. Grabbing a gun they had liberated from the cargo box, Booster idly twirled the trigger through his finger - a trick Vigilante had taught him - and clumsily shot off a round that bounced off the floor an inch from a villainous foot. Recovering faster than the astounded henchmen, who had hurriedly huddled in a hectic puddle, Booster tried to make it work for him, gripping the handle tighter and banging it on the door.
"I don't mean to continually carp, fellas, but one of you guppies best make like some big-mouthed bass or you can take your chances with me rather than the authorities."
Skeets' eye tried to approximate an appropriate glower, "Yeah, he's no angelfish."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 25, 2010 11:29:45 GMT -5
I am surrounded by crazy people. Reed thought, than realized he still had the terrified thug in his grasp. Well. . .at least I fit right in.
"Today's your lucky day. You know what this nerve, right. . here does?" Reed asks the thug as he points to a spot in the guy's neck. The thug shook his head, his eyes wide. ". . Renders you unconscious. Have you never watched Star Trek? Vulcan neck pinch, dude."
He than suited action to word, and perform's Spock's trademark move, the thug than collapsed. "Huh. I wasn't sure if that would actually work. Maybe he just fainted."
Hmm. Looks like Booster isn't coming. Probably waiting for the press. Nevertheless. Reed than lifted the odd gun, and fired a shot at the ceiling above a group of thugs not too close to the Torch. The ceiling than came crashing down, leaving a rather sizable hole in the floor of the upstairs.
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 25, 2010 13:39:24 GMT -5
Basement
Seelie stepped into the basement with the others in time for the chunk of ceiling to fall down, watching a number of thugs leaping out of the way, three ending up trapped under it. Another went down to Torch's attack, and Seelie gestured toward one of the ones near the rubble. "Power of fear, steal movement away!"
The thug, who was in the process of raising his gun, simply... stopped. Another, holding a club, charged toward her.
Outside
As Booster spoke with Skeets, one of the green pulses of energy erupted from the floor of the warehouse, flying into the air to blast a chunk of the ceiling off as well.
The Truck
"I don't know much, miss. They don't even tell me what's in the boxes. I got a wife and kids to feed, y'know? The kind of scratch this job offers don't come around often for an in-town hauler... pays the bills for months, gets the kids one of those Us games. They're going to Mr. Dini, Mr. Timms, and Mr. Conroy, but I don't know no more than that. Was supposed to be eight boxes in each truck, but your pals chased me off with half a load and probably stopped the other two completely. I know I'm doin' wrong helping that sort, but if I didn't someone else would and the money was too good..."
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Post by Myridd on Feb 25, 2010 14:26:27 GMT -5
The Truck
"You speak of having a wife, kids. Do you know how many wives will lose their husbands due to these weapons? Or their lives? How many children could be orphaned on the street with no one to care for them? Your kids included. Now, give me the addresses to Mr. Dini, Mr. Timms, and Mr. Conroy, than you're going to make two stops. One it to a street corner where you will drop me off, and help me unload some of your cargo, than you will drive yourself to the Gotham Police Station and turn yourself in. They might give you lieniency for that." Catwoman said, a plan quickly forming in her head. "You do as you are told, and trust me I'll know. . . And I promise I'll check on your family and make sure they're needs are met while you spend your time in the pen." She looked at the thug, her green eyes flashing mysteriously. "Now. . Don't you want to be a good kitten and do as Momma says?" Selena finishes, as she scratches underneath his chin with one of her claws.
The Basement
Took out less than I thought. Reed said to himself as he glanced at the odd weapon still in his hands. He than turned his attention to Seelie and Torch. I think they can handle themselves, if they don't get overwhelmed. His head pivoted and his white eyes focused on the group that had escaped the collapsing ceiling and not fallen under Seelie's spell.
Time to draw attention to myself. I have a feeling this might hurt. Reed suddenly took a long leap, his feet connecting with the face of one of the thugs, causing him to fall to the ground and have Reed standing on his face.
"Oh, sorry bout that. There's an excellent ER and Plastic surgeon at Gotham General. Takes all types of insurance, maybe you can claim this to be a work related injury and get workers comp?" Reed grinds his heel a bit into the thug's face. "Oh? What's that? No insurance? No worries. I'll make sure you pony up the dough."
He than turns to the other thugs, and lets out a low, angry growl. "Who's next? Come on!"
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Post by amstard on Feb 25, 2010 15:22:20 GMT -5
Leaping from one target to the next (depending on how many are left, naturally), Torch used his flight abilities to perform aerial acrobatics, doing his best to stay out of the way of the thugs' weapons while kicking them in the heads.
"Aaaand....another one bites the dust!"
Notification.
<<Hmmm?>> thought Torch as he punched a thug in the teeth.
The life force of the three humans trapped underneath the debris is dwindling rapidly. Estimated time to expiration: 37 seconds.
"What....no!!" and, with that, Torch leaped away from his opponent and began clearing away ceiling fragments as quickly as possible.
"Give me a hand!" he called to no one in particular, hoping someone could help.
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Post by Myridd on Feb 25, 2010 15:30:10 GMT -5
Basement
Reed immediately looked over at Torch when he called out, though it took him a minute to figure out what was going on. "Oh crap! Look son, we're going to have to finish this later, I've got another appointment. " He winked at the guy he was currently holding by the collar, than punched him hard in the gut, knocking out his air.
He than leaped over to the pile of rubble and started digging through it as well, making sure to aim pieces at the other thugs who were still shooting. "I am sorry. . I didn't think it would bring all of this tumbling down. . what is this, a shingle?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Feb 25, 2010 17:28:47 GMT -5
Basement
As Reed and Torch ran over to the rubble, one of the Intergang toughs fired a shot off at Reed, only to have another call out, "What're you doing, Clyde? They're digging the others out! Kill them, you kill Tom an' Barney!"
Clyde lowered his weapon, sheepish. "Whaddya want I should do, then?"
The other touch pointed at the elevator. "Somebody get outta here, let Mr. Thorne know the spandex squad got the delivery!"
Seelie watched two of the toughs, including Clyde, run toward the elevator, while Torch and Reed dug the others out. Gesturing, she flung Clyde across the room where he collapsed in a heap. The other got to the elevator, hitting the button frantically. "Boss! Elevator ain't comin' down!"
At that moment, Reed got the last bit of heavy rubble off the men, who looked to be mostly all right, apart from the weight of the rubble having been obstructing their breathing. The leader of the toughs spoke. "Ya saved my boys, and I appreciate that. Let us walk, you get the merchandise and no more fight. But I don't plan to go to the clink tonight."
The Truck
The driver nodded. "All right, Miss Catwoman, you've got a deal. Just... make sure my family eats, all right? And... tell 'em I did wrong, but I did it for them?"
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