Fatbody
Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 12:21 am
[21:53] <Ahriman> It was in ordinary night, in the not-so-ordinary Crowley's Row, in the not-so-ordinary town of Salem. In one of the popular haunts, Interesting Times, people were spending their evening inside. Some to enjoy the company of others, some to drown woes, some to hide, some to recruit. Everyone seemed to have pretty generic, stereotypical 'tough guy' bar attire - even the women. But one still looked out of place. His clothes were a little too evenly worn, a little too unstained and tattered. Boots were almost pristine, pants were the sort of artificially aged found in a Pac Sun shop, shirt was some generic slate-grey with a logo too faded to make out; he even had a baseball cap with a artificially worn-out brim. He sat at one of the tables, across from a genuinely rotund gentleman. This one was just shy of seven feet in height, and probably just as wide. That explained why they were at a tabe - no way tubbo would've fit in a more private booth. To the nosey and the eavesdroppers, their conversation started innocently enough. How're you; how're the folks; what've you been up to; come work for me. It was the latter that brought the first touch of irritation to the Fatbody, but Mr. Artificial-Toughguy kept pressing. At one point, he produced a folded envelope, leaning forward as he tossed it across the table. Fatbody didn't like being hit by it, but he opened it and looked over the contents, a small bundle of photos. Whatever was on them set the agitated land-whale off the deep end. He gripped the edge of the table, which immediately smouldered to his touch. A drink nearby began to boil. And the shady character who was trying too hard to blend in was.. suddenly not there anymore. This did nothing but provoke my rage. With a flip of the table he was up, immediately encouraging worry and lots of hustling away. People on the outside attempting to come in would be surprised when the door burst outward a rush of excessively hot air right behind it. Fatbody trundled out to the alley, leaving Interesting Times and its patrons slightly singed behind him. The one man he wanted to take all of his aggression out on wasn't there, which meant everyone and everything was fair game.
[21:59] <MarloCross> Marlo Cross was heading home, a small bag of groceries in his hand and his phone tro his ear. After having missed the bus back toward Cobalt Hill from a few shifts at the supermarket where his mother worked. He wasn't particularly happy, having to walk through Crowley's on his way home." How was I supposed to know they changed the bus route? Ma, I don't have the Salem Bus on twitter....That's just stupid!...No Not you..."2 He didn't yet see Big Fat and Warm blundering out of the alley...
[22:12] <Ahriman> Marlo would feel Fatbody before he saw him. Random scraps of paper and hobo condos smoldered as he passed them, the radiant heat easily felt from the street. He was fuming - literally and figuratively. He bashed a forearm against the building on his right, leaving animpression behind. It served no purpose other than to be an outlet for his anger, but it was far from sating him. He'd just waddled up to the rage buffet, and was fully prepared to shut it down.
[22:14] <@Delilah> A punch thrown. A kick making contact with a man's face. It was beautiful. She didn't fight, no, but watching was enough. It calmed her fury and settled the edge. This probably wasn't what her therapist meant by 'an outlet', but according to the doctor, she was making progress. It was a rather perfect operation, especially when she got paid for it. This was now why she was walking the streets of Salem, the numerous buckles on her boots jingling loudly with each step. Dark auburn locks were pulled into a ponytail, duffel bag slung over her shoulders. She was dressed in her usual -- a pair of shredded jeans and a black T-shirt with the Thundercats logo on it, the scars of metallic gold that littered her flesh glinting faintly under the streetlights.
[22:17] <MarloCross> It was, oddly enough, the impact with the wall that tipped him off. Turning, He saw FatBoy slipping out of the alley. Still with the phone to his ear, Marlo kept walking, but watched the fat guy." Hey Ma, If i loose you i'll call you back....It's nothing....No I don't have my sunglasses on, It's dark....No one's gonna see my eyes ma."2 He wanted to get off the phone in case this asshat wanted to scrap.
[22:28] <Ahriman> rriving onto the sidewalk from the alley, Fatbody was only angered more by the lack of anyone to abuse. It was therapeutic for him, honest, and the lack of people was very inconvenient. It fueled the unchecked anger, enough that he'd take it out on a nearby car. The vehicle's paint began to bubble up as he neared, but he didn't lash out immediately. His hands clenched, and his eyebrows drew together, as if scowling would alone would turn the car into something more suitable for abusing. Once the tires melted enough to pop, he apparently felt it was enough provocation for FATBODY SMASH. He used his forearms again, bashing the hood of the car, which protested with a loud BWEEEOOOOO-BWEEEOOOOO-BWEEEOOOOO-BWEEEOOOOO-BWEEEOOOOO.
[22:31] <[Ghost]> Oooooooohboy, Salem! It had been years since she'd been here last, going to school and working at the shop. Both shops, really. Now the bitch was back, drawn to the town like a moth to the flame-- The flame of a job, that paid real money. She was a vagrant, these days. A working vagrant, but still. Everything she owned could fit in the packs on her bike, and she just hopped the continent, going from job to job and whatever drew her fancy. An old friend from the parlor here had called her up, said there was a vacancy if she wanted a chair, and so she'd come sailing down the highway to see if anything had changed. She was cut from the same mold as Delilah, to be perfectly honest. Shaggy black hair fell around her shoulders, and a black tanktop hung loosely on her torso-- likely cut from a t-shirt and just slightly too big. It looked like some band logo had worn off, but that hardly seemed to matter. Her pants were skin tight, black with a sprawling patch of right nebula on the left calf and right thigh. Her boots had low heels, reaching to mid-calf but only laced to the ankle, and a black leather jacket was slung over her slender shoulders. It was surprisngly patch-free, and pretty damn well worn. She was heading down the street TOWARDS that particular alley, but the young woman was distracted by the fatty fighting a car. ..Could she edge around this, she just wanted a damn beer before continuing to Cobalt. Hell, maybe she'd crash in town for the night, instead. 2
[22:33] <MarloCross> Marlo stopped dead, reaching into his pocket for his ear piece. He wasn't allowed to fight, not unless attacked, but he still had the means to call in a strike team to ensure FatHulk didn't hurt anyone walking past. He hung up on his mother, and swiytched the com on immidiately," Crippler Here. Anyone on? I got a Situation outside Interesting Times on the Row. 7 foot an east 450. Enhanced Strength, Heat based power. Anyone copy?"
[22:33] <Python`> "WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!" Grey stepped out of a bar across the street in time to see some giant dick trashing his car! Granted, it wasn't a great car. It barely ran. But it was HIS car! Or was, anyway. "What the hell is your problem?!" A little drinking hindered that part of his brain that spoke common sense. The part that told him not to go messing with Mr. Fatass 'cause he was a LOT bigger than Grey's scrawny ass. Still, he strolled across the street, fists balled at his sides. He wore loose-fitting jeans and an open button-up over a tee featuring the Superman logo, and sneakers. His white boy dreads were pulled back into a loose ponytail.
[22:38] <@Delilah> Home. She wanted to get home and relax. All this coordination made her tired. Delilah realized, now, that she needed to generate some buzz. Get some fighters, some betters. The thought of the latter made a small smile begin to creep across her face, though it vanished in an instant. Her footsteps slowed to a complete halt as she heard that noise, the crunching of metal a few blocks away. Brows raised, curiosity fleeting, and she looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this or if she was just going daffy. No -- there was one of the goons from the Hill. And the car's owner. And some woman she didn't recognize. "Hm." 6That was her expert assessment of the situation! She pursed her lips, snickered to herself, and began to twist the silver ring on her thumb, nibbling away at her bottom lip.
[22:43] <Ahriman> Finally, a person! He'd heard Marlo from across the street, but because Grey was closer, and upset, Fatbody was gonna take out his aggression there. His medium-blue shirt was quickly becoming dark blue as sweat soaked into it; seems he's not totally immune to his own heat. Or maybe it's something else. Whatever; he's a fat and sweaty and gross. "What're you gonna do about it?" came a fairly standard provocation. The paint he'd come in contact with had burned completely, with more of it continuing to bubble. He took a couple steps toward the vaguely inebriated mutant, and just hoped he drunk enough to pick a fight.
[22:51] <MarloCross> Marlo looked to the street, then to the Fight-To-Be and winced. If he got involved, Sisip would have his ass. And he could never get into a fight without SOME injury to pass as evidence. maybe he could try to defuse the situation. Heading after Grey-whom he didn't know yet-Marlo prepared for the worst." Whoa Guys...might not wanna do this here."
[22:55] <[Ghost]> "..Grey?" It had been years, but Dawn's voice would likely still be familiar. Likewise, she'd shot up a few inches and probably slimmed down a little bit, but she still had that shaggy black hair and pierced nose, and those pale blue eyes. 1"C'mon, I can give you a ride home.1"6 Her bike was parked a block or two away. It was better than the fight that was about to happen, right? Just in case, though, her right hand was sliding into her pocket, fingers curling around a folded up butterfly knife. She wasn't stupid, she liked a bit of insurance. She didn't, however, like using it.
[22:59] <Python`> "I'm gonna call the fucking cops. That's what I'm gonna do about it." No, he wasn't going to START a fight, though technically it had already been started. He wasn't that stupid. But he did step up onto the sidewalk on the same side of the street as the blobular man, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly dialing 911. As the operator picked up and he started telling his story, he heard that familiar face and turned to see Dawn. A look of confusion crossed his face as he held up a finger, still talking to the operator.
[23:08] <Ahriman> Fatbody had actually gotten a little smaller since he first got worked up, but that was maybe not so noticable to the people trying to get revenge for their ruined car, or trying to calm him down, or watching from a distance. "Here is as good a place as any," he replied to Marlo. The closer Marlo and Grey got to him, or he to them, the more uncomfortable the radiant heat would be. At this distance, it was like having your face too close to an open oven that was thoroughly preheated for a frozen pizza. Dawn coming over seemed to please him, rather than anger him that she was trying to take away one of the people he wanted to ruin. "Ahh, more lambs to the slaughter." The threat of police was enough to put him to action - he wanted to mess stuff up, but getting probaby shot wasn't on his 'to-do' list. So he charged at Grey.
[23:12] <@Delilah> Delilah shifted on her feet, fingering the strap of her dufflebag. Suddenly, it felt a little heavy. With a smirk, she set the bag down, with a hollow, metallic 'clang'. It looked like they wanted to solve the situation without violence. Worked. She had enough of a taste of violence for one day, she supposed, so she reached down for the bag again. Her free hand reached up to rub gently at the side of her neck, her skin flaking away into thin gold-colored flecked that dissipated as they fluttered away. But the fat one's voice, and his sudden turn, rushing at the man with the dreadlocks? Well. That had her eyes widening, and she was soon unzipping the bag, a steel bat pulled from within and squeezed in a tight-fisted grip.
[23:16] <MarloCross> Marlo blinked, keeping back a few paces to keep the heat off." Look, Big Guy, Don't go startin' shit unless yer prepared ta finish it."2 That might have been the wrong shit to say, but this dude was up for a fight. he tried a solidarity tactic," C'mon man...Yer obviously a mutant like me...Lets not go all Brootherhood and get the normal folks jumpin down out throats, huh?"
[23:19] <[Ghost]> ...Well. Apparently just getting the fuck out of here wasn't an option, and there was another girl with-- a steel baseball bat? Well. Her hand fell from her pocket, and there was that lovely flashing of silver as the knife's handles were flippped away from the blade, and Dawn was.. well, casually strolling just a bit closer. She wasn't sure she really wanted to leap at fatty mcfatty, and she seemed to remember Grey being pretty quick. Fatty wouldn't kill him in the first ten seconds, she was pretty damn sure. If this persisted longer than that, though, you could bet she'd be leaping in. 2
[23:24] <vile> Nick just has the worst fucking timing ever. He's just out to get some groceries to fill up the fridge. And then he runs into this bullshit. His car rolls to a stop and he glances down at his messenger bag. Did Sisip send him a GET YOUR SCRAWNY BITCH ASS OVER HERE text? Nope. He doesn't exactly wear a comm unit while grocery shopping so this is all news to him. The car is parked, this time away from the action, and he trots towards what the fuck is going on and watches for a moment to get his bearings. A heavy sigh escapes him. Well, at least nobody's dying yet!
[23:24] <Python`> "Ohshit!" Suddenly fatman was charging at him and all he had time to do was dodge. Even slightly hindered as he was from the alcohol in his system, he was still able to avoid being trampled, but didn't completely avoid the heat as the man passed within inches of him. But he LIKED heat! And now he was shouting their current address so the operator on the phone could hear, in case he was cut off from his call. So far he'd managed to hold onto the phone.
[23:30] <Ahriman> Nope! Words weren't gonna work. He grit and bared his teeth as he came toward Grey; like a dwarf, he was dangerous over short distances, but totally worthless if he had to go for any respectabe distance. As he got closer to the trio, the heat intensified; the air around him was like a hot street on a cloudless summer day, all wavy and arid. Sure, they could produce weapons. And sure, they could attack with them - Fatbody didn't seem terribly concerned on stopping that. But they certainly weren't getting away from an attack unscathed, even if he was too slow to retaliate. Grey may enjoy heat a bit more than others, but the mass of HOT lunging by him was likely altogether unenjoyable. Contact would've induced blisters, and he'd only missed by inches.
[23:31] <MarloCross> He hadn't been paying too much apparently because fat guy went barrel;ing past him at the Car's Owner. but, hoping to lend a hand-and showcase some new MMA moves, Marlo moved quickly behind FatMan and laid a swift kick at the back of his leg. He had only his natural strength, no kinetic charge having yet been absorbed."Okay, motherfucker."2 His aim was to put Lots O'Love into an asphault face plant.
[23:37] <vile> WELL SHIT. Nick's an observant fellow and sees people getting the fucks burned out of their skin from coming in contact with this guy. HMM. His manpurse is flipped open and he rummages through it. Apparently he'd gotten some ideas from Sunder and now carries around a high powered tazer, big enough to have an effect on someone Fatboy's size. Maybe. The thing is charged up and aimed at the bad guy but he pauses. The hell is Marlo doing? He opens his mouth to shout something ignorant but just sighs instead. Good thing he'd shown up because someone's going to need a doctor and some burn gel.
[23:38] <[Ghost]> She could see the heat waves. This was going to take a lot of precision she wasn't sure she had, but.. That other guy was charging in, that should be good distraction tactics, right? Dawn Spring into motion, sprinting for Superheated Blob with her knife at the ready. This was Grey, and she'd already lingered too long to simply walk away, regardless. Once she was close, she leapt for the man-- Trying to stab him somewhere non-vital but painful, like the side of his blubberous gut. She would also try to blink incorporeal long enough to pass through him instead of having to leap back, or around. Even if she was successful, the sheer heat had her stumbling back into her corporeal body a mere foot or two further on. IF she was successful. That was some precision shit.
[23:41] <@Delilah> Oh, no. This was going to take a little more than Ol' Trusty. This guy was a riot -- like, literally, the dude was a walking riot. The bat was soon tucked into her bag, but she otherwise didn't move, since Marlo AND Dawn charged and Annie will brb.
[23:44] <Python`> The sheer heat from the guy has Grey taking several steps back, and it's a good thing he did because now he's stepping out of Marlo AND Dawn's line of fire. Not being able to get close to the guy made him practically useless, but he still held his phone. He repeated the address just in case, and the operator assured him that police were on their way. Thank god!
[23:45] <Ahriman> Fatbody was big (although still getting a little smaller), and certainly nowhere near a trained fighter. What he did have, though, was a bubble of extreme heat around him. So when Marlo kicked the back of his leg, he tumbled forward, even skidding a short distance once he was down. But Marlo didn't get away with it. The sole of his shoe was almost gone; what hadn't immediately melted against the big man's jeans was oozing from what remained the shoe. Even his laces came away smoking. Even Dawn was successful, but there was certainly a lot of cushioning, so although he had a wound, nothing vital was hit. And because of all the HOLYHELL heat, the blood dried on top of the wound pretty much immediately. Likewise, she wouldn't come away unscathed. The metal of the blade super-heated as soon as it slid into his jelly-filled belly, and the skin of her hand would've been lobster-red, like it'd just gotten a severe sunburn.
[23:49] <MarloCross> Ah, the Kinetics 2nd Weakness: Heat and Energy. Marlo fell to the ground, struggling to get the shoe off. His brand fucking new shoes! Now he only had a half a pair! Quickly, Marlo's long quiet tactical sensibility kicked in. He needed a hydrant of some kind. His foot was burned as all get the fuck out, so he hobbled into the Interesting times, hoping the bouncer would let him by and grab a fire extinguisher! Simple.
[23:54] <vile> Waitasecond. The tazer probably wouldn't survive long enough to do anything. The gun is put up and he resumes digging through the manpurse. Oh. Hm. Nothing else of use there either. So he goes back to his car, pops open the hood and yanks out a couple items. A tire iron, a few assorted steel tools and a rock. They're hauled back to a maybe-safe distance away from the action and he FLINGS the tire iron at Fatboy's head. At least this guy is a big target! And the weapon is metal and not prone to incinerating on contact.
[23:55] <[Ghost]> Dawn glowed when she was all ghostly, a silhouette of silvery mist that had all the details of bad movie ghosts. It wasn't like she went invisible, or anything, so her flight through the man was visible, as was her stumble back into materialism, the knife dropping from her hand almost before they were both solid. "AAAUGH FUCK!" Of course that fucking hurt, you daft bint! The knife was left on the pavement as she stumbled all the way down to her knees, clutching at her hand and trying to put pressure across the burn-- all of it.! ..Of course, three seconds later her body heat registered, and she was pulling her hand away and muttering more curses. 2
[23:59] <Python`> Now that he knew help was on the way, Grey stepped into the nearby alleyway to find one of those big, metal trashcans. With a lid. The lid was picked up and whipped through the air like a frisbee, aimed at Fatbody's head. It might not do much, but hopefully it would be enough to distract him while the trashcan was tipped and he shoved it, rolling down the sidewalk to crash into the big guy, hopefully enough to trip him up, maybe knock him over.
[00:02] <Ahriman> Marlo got into the bar easily enough; it reeked of burned hair, and since that's where Fatbody started, the people were still checking themselves for their own burns. He cursed as began to pick himself, thoroughly displeased that he'd taken a tumble. But then they started throwing shit! First a freakin' tire iron; that one he saw, 'cause he was kinda-sorta faced more toward Nick, so he blocked it with his forearm. As predicted, it was heated as soon as it touched him. That didn't stop it from hurting, though. He got to his feet and stood directly on it, but only for a second; as soon as it had a nice cherry glow, his foot jerked away. Dawn was to be his new victim, since she freakin' stabbed him, but then he took a freakin' trashcan lid to the dome. "Gah!" he cried out while stumbling backward, placing a hand to his forehead where he'd been hit. He pulled it away long enough to check for blood, then turned his attention to Grey again. "What the hell? Some kinda goddamn Captain America wannabe, huh?!" A trashcan wasn't as bad as a knife, though, so he advanced on Dawn.
[00:08] <MarloCross> Grabbing a hold of the fire extingusher, Marlo bolted back for the door. The top of his foot was beginning to blister. Damn. He'd have to explain that to his mother. As he exited the bar, He spotted FatBoy headed for the girl who'd just popped in..He hadn't caught her intangibility thing so...hell he thought he was the only other mutant besides Hot And Bothered. He flipped open the catch, pulled the pin, aimed and gave His Corpulence a generous CO2 blast in his overcooked ass.
[00:08] <vile> Nick can't help but grin. This is more fun than he'd expected! Throwing shit at a bad guy. About time for him to join in the shenanigans...at least to do more than slap band-aids on people. A wrench is plucked out of the toolbox he'd drug along, he spins up an arm and lobs it at Fatboy next. OH HE HAS PLENTY MORE SHIT to throw and intends on doing so. A thubs-up is flashed to Grey as the other guy joins in on the long-distance stuff. And then he gets an idea. Something with a plastic handle. Or some of those spare batteries that have found their way into the toolbox. Would they explode when reaching that aura of intesne heat? A handful is plucked out, a couple of AA and AAA batteries, and chucked at the hothead next.
[00:15] <Python`> For a moment, he felt a bit triumphant. Then his heart sank into his stomach as Big Nasty headed for Dawn. He had no choice. At a sprint, he ran strait for Dawn, diving at her at the last moment. Strong arms wrapped around her, grappling and tumbling across the pavement several feet before coming to a stop, hopefully far enough from Mr. Fatty to give them time to get on their feet again. THEN THERE WERE SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE.
[00:17] <[Ghost]> She could feel the wave of heat approaching behind her, after a few moments and a few curses. It was long enough, at least, for her to pull the other knife out of her other pocket. It was flipped open as she pushed herself to her feet, teeth grit against the pain-- and then she was pressing the warm blade into her burned right hand. She was better with it than her left, and if she was going to burn herself again, she'd really rather only lose the use of ONE hand, not both. She turned to face the brute, and then.. Well, it had worked once, right, This time she slashed with the blade, hoping to get his arms bloody even if he tried to block, and she'd try to blink out again. The heat drained her, the power drained her, and either she'd end up just smashing into him, or she'd be stumbling out behind him again, to spraw on the pavement. There weren't too many options, now.
[00:26] <Ahriman> Was it luck that had Grey and Dawn getting out of the way of the furnace barrelling at them? No. It was a fire extinguisher and a goddamn wrench. The sudden blast of frigid air stopped him, conveniently putting his arm again in the way of Nick's projectile. Unfortunately, it was the same arm. And it hit the same spot. So that shit freakin' hurt. He didn't have time to cry out, though; he was gonna get freakin' frostbite if he didn't react. So he stood there, and posed like Neo flexing reality. Only reality didn't bend to his might; it just got a helluva lot hotter. He was sweating profusely as all of his expended energy was put into the heat, pushing the zone of heat outward, and increasing the temperature throughout, intending to nullify Marlo's bright idea. He hoped to be able to last longer than the extinguisher, since with as many BTUs as he was putting out, his shrinkage was much more noticable. The air rippled around him like a super saiyin powering up as his clothes got looser and looser.
[00:38] <Python`> Grey scrambled to his feet, reaching out to give Dawn a helping hand. "Are you ok?" He only had time to wait for her reply before that hand helping her up was dragging her along as he retreated several feet. That's about the time the first of the police cars rounded the corner, followed by another, then another. Five in all.
[00:40] <MarloCross> When it started getting hotter, Marlo Backed off, ready to hit the...ChubbyGuy? He wasn't as big as before. again He tapped his Com," Situation On Crowley's Row! Anyone hear me?!"2 It would suck, but his next Idea was bound to work. With preasure still in the cannister, Marlo tries now to use the HeatHeavy's power against him: He Jamms it into the guy's fat Muffin top. His hope was that the heat would rupture the compressed gasses still inside and cause a big boomie! Knocking Big guy down and giving Marlo Kinetic Fuel. He even made it look like a weak jab in the gut...
[00:43] <[Ghost]> Well, with knife out, Dawn was tackled mid-leap, thrown completely off balance so she could crash to the pavement under Grey. He was light, at least, unlike if tubby or some musclebound guy had fallen on her, but it still hurt. It jarred her, it knocked the wind from her, and it took several moments and Grey's help to haul her back up to her feet. The knife hastily switched hands so it wouldn't pop the slowly forming blister, and then it was hastily flipped away as she heard sirens. In fact, she simply nodded to Grey to say she'd be fine-- Not entirely true, and then sort of.. dashed in for her other knife, hastily sliding it into her pocket before the cops could deploy.
[00:45] <vile> Throwing objects at Fatboy might not have the effect he's going for but it's fun. The psychotic zombie hums as he rifles through the toolbox, searching for some other things that could be great to chuck at this guy. A phillips screwdriver? Check. Flathead too? OKAY. One is lined up for a toss like he'd hurl a dart. It's thrown and saaaaails through the air at Mr.Hothead. And he waits for it to hit that one damned arm. He glances over at Marlo trying to hail people over the intercom. OH RIGHT. Yeah his comm unit is still in the car. Oh well.
[00:49] <Ahriman> This time, the heat was more effective from farther out, trying to defeat the chill was just pure heat. The extinguisher's paint bubbled and flaked off as Marlo came closer; where once he needed to be touched for blister, Marlo would get some just from being so close. The canister wouldn't get time to burst from the heat, though. A grunt of strained effort came through Fatbody's clenched teeth, followed by either fist clapping the canister from either side. The batteries were an annoyance, bouncing off and rolling away before exploding, but that was already; he'd caused an explosion on his own. The sudden burst of cold, and indeed the strength of that burst, pushed him back to a wall - just as the squad cars pulled up. The officers scrambled out, shielding themselves behind their vehicles, guns immediately drawn. Fatbody may have anger issues, but he wasn't dumb; guns meant it was time to chill out. And he was, literally - the co2 was cold enough that he'd gotten a mild frostbite on his hands and stomach. The air cooled quickly, though he continued sweating profusely, arms raised in surrender.
[00:53] <Python`> He took a cutionary step back as the extinguisher exploding, holding an arm up and in front of his face, but he was already a safe enough distance to avoid any injury. As the man appeared to be surrender, he let out a sigh of relief.
[00:54] <MarloCross> Marlo had flown back into a Mailbox from the concussion and was just picking himself up off the ground, thumbing his com, this time with an unburned knuckle," This is Crippler...Got a metahuman about to go into police Custody...If anyone can hear this...Call Mister Gains." He knew Gains had a sizable mutoid collection under the campus. One more couldn't hurt. He too lifted his hands, knowing damn well he was about to get arrested.
[00:55] <EVENT> Marlo finds that the airways are totally silent. Fancy that.
[00:58] <[Ghost]> Dawn got her knife, scrambling back as the cannister exploded-- but it did feel damned nice on her burned hand. Hell, the rush of cold air felt nice everywhere, after all that heat! She was wandering back, though, going to lean on a wall by Grey. She hadn't expected to reconnect with anyone, but she'd might as well stick around and give him a ride home now that is car was total'd.
[01:02] <Ahriman> Fatbody actually took down one of his hands for a moment, having to hike up his pants so they didn't fall down around his ankles. But as the police shouted for him to keep his hands raised, it shot back up. 'Fuck it', he thought; the same mentality he had the last time he was on a plane. TSA wanted his belt in the tray, so he put the belt in the tray. Then shiffled through the backscatter-thing with his pants around his ankles, with zero fucks given to everyone else looking on his horror. Even still, after the energy he'd expended, his shirt was big enough to act as a large pajama top, so he was still covered. The police kept him at bay, guns trained and trigger fingers itchy, until a META van showed up to cart the offender off and tend to the mutants back in the bar.
[01:04] <vile> Nickypoo waits until Fatbody is hauled away by META before he gathers up the crap he'd thrown. The tire iron, wrench, screwdrivers are all put back into their toolbox before he does his usual rounds to check on the heroes. "So! Anyone need some patching up?" he chimes a bit too merrily. Minor burns they could deal with but crippling injuries? Doesn't look like there's any. But he might as well check!
[01:06] <Python`> Grey looked himself over, in case he'd missed anything. He looked to be all in tact. There was a little singed spot on the front of his shirt, but otherwise he was golden. "I'm good." He looked over at Dawn, then down at her hands. "How's your hand?"
[01:13] <MarloCross> Marlo actualy affords to deny the healing offer from Nick," I'm good...Just a few burns. Could use a can though." He looked over at Dawn and Grey," You two alright? nuthin' burned too bad?" Then, to Nick," You get hurt at all?"
[01:16] <[Ghost]> "I'll be fine." But Grey was all peering at the hand she had burned, and she had no real choice but to turn the hand palm up. She had blisters forming across her palm and fingers, long things in the exact shape of the metal hilts of her knife. It was one big blister across her palm, at least, but a few of them up her fingers. She just gave a shrug, and dropped her hand again. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, but that was more from pain than -damage-. Burns hurt like a son of a bitch, but there wasn't really a lot you could -do- for them.
[01:17] <Ahriman> Nickypoo was gonna have to wait a couple minutes before he picked up the wrench and the tire iron; they were away from the extinguisher explosion, so they were still pretty hot..unless he was gonna cool them off some other way. Then whatevs. The people in the bar were fine for the most part. Just some singed eyebrows and a few people stunned by the sudden burst.
[21:59] <MarloCross> Marlo Cross was heading home, a small bag of groceries in his hand and his phone tro his ear. After having missed the bus back toward Cobalt Hill from a few shifts at the supermarket where his mother worked. He wasn't particularly happy, having to walk through Crowley's on his way home." How was I supposed to know they changed the bus route? Ma, I don't have the Salem Bus on twitter....That's just stupid!...No Not you..."2 He didn't yet see Big Fat and Warm blundering out of the alley...
[22:12] <Ahriman> Marlo would feel Fatbody before he saw him. Random scraps of paper and hobo condos smoldered as he passed them, the radiant heat easily felt from the street. He was fuming - literally and figuratively. He bashed a forearm against the building on his right, leaving animpression behind. It served no purpose other than to be an outlet for his anger, but it was far from sating him. He'd just waddled up to the rage buffet, and was fully prepared to shut it down.
[22:14] <@Delilah> A punch thrown. A kick making contact with a man's face. It was beautiful. She didn't fight, no, but watching was enough. It calmed her fury and settled the edge. This probably wasn't what her therapist meant by 'an outlet', but according to the doctor, she was making progress. It was a rather perfect operation, especially when she got paid for it. This was now why she was walking the streets of Salem, the numerous buckles on her boots jingling loudly with each step. Dark auburn locks were pulled into a ponytail, duffel bag slung over her shoulders. She was dressed in her usual -- a pair of shredded jeans and a black T-shirt with the Thundercats logo on it, the scars of metallic gold that littered her flesh glinting faintly under the streetlights.
[22:17] <MarloCross> It was, oddly enough, the impact with the wall that tipped him off. Turning, He saw FatBoy slipping out of the alley. Still with the phone to his ear, Marlo kept walking, but watched the fat guy." Hey Ma, If i loose you i'll call you back....It's nothing....No I don't have my sunglasses on, It's dark....No one's gonna see my eyes ma."2 He wanted to get off the phone in case this asshat wanted to scrap.
[22:28] <Ahriman> rriving onto the sidewalk from the alley, Fatbody was only angered more by the lack of anyone to abuse. It was therapeutic for him, honest, and the lack of people was very inconvenient. It fueled the unchecked anger, enough that he'd take it out on a nearby car. The vehicle's paint began to bubble up as he neared, but he didn't lash out immediately. His hands clenched, and his eyebrows drew together, as if scowling would alone would turn the car into something more suitable for abusing. Once the tires melted enough to pop, he apparently felt it was enough provocation for FATBODY SMASH. He used his forearms again, bashing the hood of the car, which protested with a loud BWEEEOOOOO-BWEEEOOOOO-BWEEEOOOOO-BWEEEOOOOO-BWEEEOOOOO.
[22:31] <[Ghost]> Oooooooohboy, Salem! It had been years since she'd been here last, going to school and working at the shop. Both shops, really. Now the bitch was back, drawn to the town like a moth to the flame-- The flame of a job, that paid real money. She was a vagrant, these days. A working vagrant, but still. Everything she owned could fit in the packs on her bike, and she just hopped the continent, going from job to job and whatever drew her fancy. An old friend from the parlor here had called her up, said there was a vacancy if she wanted a chair, and so she'd come sailing down the highway to see if anything had changed. She was cut from the same mold as Delilah, to be perfectly honest. Shaggy black hair fell around her shoulders, and a black tanktop hung loosely on her torso-- likely cut from a t-shirt and just slightly too big. It looked like some band logo had worn off, but that hardly seemed to matter. Her pants were skin tight, black with a sprawling patch of right nebula on the left calf and right thigh. Her boots had low heels, reaching to mid-calf but only laced to the ankle, and a black leather jacket was slung over her slender shoulders. It was surprisngly patch-free, and pretty damn well worn. She was heading down the street TOWARDS that particular alley, but the young woman was distracted by the fatty fighting a car. ..Could she edge around this, she just wanted a damn beer before continuing to Cobalt. Hell, maybe she'd crash in town for the night, instead. 2
[22:33] <MarloCross> Marlo stopped dead, reaching into his pocket for his ear piece. He wasn't allowed to fight, not unless attacked, but he still had the means to call in a strike team to ensure FatHulk didn't hurt anyone walking past. He hung up on his mother, and swiytched the com on immidiately," Crippler Here. Anyone on? I got a Situation outside Interesting Times on the Row. 7 foot an east 450. Enhanced Strength, Heat based power. Anyone copy?"
[22:33] <Python`> "WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!" Grey stepped out of a bar across the street in time to see some giant dick trashing his car! Granted, it wasn't a great car. It barely ran. But it was HIS car! Or was, anyway. "What the hell is your problem?!" A little drinking hindered that part of his brain that spoke common sense. The part that told him not to go messing with Mr. Fatass 'cause he was a LOT bigger than Grey's scrawny ass. Still, he strolled across the street, fists balled at his sides. He wore loose-fitting jeans and an open button-up over a tee featuring the Superman logo, and sneakers. His white boy dreads were pulled back into a loose ponytail.
[22:38] <@Delilah> Home. She wanted to get home and relax. All this coordination made her tired. Delilah realized, now, that she needed to generate some buzz. Get some fighters, some betters. The thought of the latter made a small smile begin to creep across her face, though it vanished in an instant. Her footsteps slowed to a complete halt as she heard that noise, the crunching of metal a few blocks away. Brows raised, curiosity fleeting, and she looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this or if she was just going daffy. No -- there was one of the goons from the Hill. And the car's owner. And some woman she didn't recognize. "Hm." 6That was her expert assessment of the situation! She pursed her lips, snickered to herself, and began to twist the silver ring on her thumb, nibbling away at her bottom lip.
[22:43] <Ahriman> Finally, a person! He'd heard Marlo from across the street, but because Grey was closer, and upset, Fatbody was gonna take out his aggression there. His medium-blue shirt was quickly becoming dark blue as sweat soaked into it; seems he's not totally immune to his own heat. Or maybe it's something else. Whatever; he's a fat and sweaty and gross. "What're you gonna do about it?" came a fairly standard provocation. The paint he'd come in contact with had burned completely, with more of it continuing to bubble. He took a couple steps toward the vaguely inebriated mutant, and just hoped he drunk enough to pick a fight.
[22:51] <MarloCross> Marlo looked to the street, then to the Fight-To-Be and winced. If he got involved, Sisip would have his ass. And he could never get into a fight without SOME injury to pass as evidence. maybe he could try to defuse the situation. Heading after Grey-whom he didn't know yet-Marlo prepared for the worst." Whoa Guys...might not wanna do this here."
[22:55] <[Ghost]> "..Grey?" It had been years, but Dawn's voice would likely still be familiar. Likewise, she'd shot up a few inches and probably slimmed down a little bit, but she still had that shaggy black hair and pierced nose, and those pale blue eyes. 1"C'mon, I can give you a ride home.1"6 Her bike was parked a block or two away. It was better than the fight that was about to happen, right? Just in case, though, her right hand was sliding into her pocket, fingers curling around a folded up butterfly knife. She wasn't stupid, she liked a bit of insurance. She didn't, however, like using it.
[22:59] <Python`> "I'm gonna call the fucking cops. That's what I'm gonna do about it." No, he wasn't going to START a fight, though technically it had already been started. He wasn't that stupid. But he did step up onto the sidewalk on the same side of the street as the blobular man, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly dialing 911. As the operator picked up and he started telling his story, he heard that familiar face and turned to see Dawn. A look of confusion crossed his face as he held up a finger, still talking to the operator.
[23:08] <Ahriman> Fatbody had actually gotten a little smaller since he first got worked up, but that was maybe not so noticable to the people trying to get revenge for their ruined car, or trying to calm him down, or watching from a distance. "Here is as good a place as any," he replied to Marlo. The closer Marlo and Grey got to him, or he to them, the more uncomfortable the radiant heat would be. At this distance, it was like having your face too close to an open oven that was thoroughly preheated for a frozen pizza. Dawn coming over seemed to please him, rather than anger him that she was trying to take away one of the people he wanted to ruin. "Ahh, more lambs to the slaughter." The threat of police was enough to put him to action - he wanted to mess stuff up, but getting probaby shot wasn't on his 'to-do' list. So he charged at Grey.
[23:12] <@Delilah> Delilah shifted on her feet, fingering the strap of her dufflebag. Suddenly, it felt a little heavy. With a smirk, she set the bag down, with a hollow, metallic 'clang'. It looked like they wanted to solve the situation without violence. Worked. She had enough of a taste of violence for one day, she supposed, so she reached down for the bag again. Her free hand reached up to rub gently at the side of her neck, her skin flaking away into thin gold-colored flecked that dissipated as they fluttered away. But the fat one's voice, and his sudden turn, rushing at the man with the dreadlocks? Well. That had her eyes widening, and she was soon unzipping the bag, a steel bat pulled from within and squeezed in a tight-fisted grip.
[23:16] <MarloCross> Marlo blinked, keeping back a few paces to keep the heat off." Look, Big Guy, Don't go startin' shit unless yer prepared ta finish it."2 That might have been the wrong shit to say, but this dude was up for a fight. he tried a solidarity tactic," C'mon man...Yer obviously a mutant like me...Lets not go all Brootherhood and get the normal folks jumpin down out throats, huh?"
[23:19] <[Ghost]> ...Well. Apparently just getting the fuck out of here wasn't an option, and there was another girl with-- a steel baseball bat? Well. Her hand fell from her pocket, and there was that lovely flashing of silver as the knife's handles were flippped away from the blade, and Dawn was.. well, casually strolling just a bit closer. She wasn't sure she really wanted to leap at fatty mcfatty, and she seemed to remember Grey being pretty quick. Fatty wouldn't kill him in the first ten seconds, she was pretty damn sure. If this persisted longer than that, though, you could bet she'd be leaping in. 2
[23:24] <vile> Nick just has the worst fucking timing ever. He's just out to get some groceries to fill up the fridge. And then he runs into this bullshit. His car rolls to a stop and he glances down at his messenger bag. Did Sisip send him a GET YOUR SCRAWNY BITCH ASS OVER HERE text? Nope. He doesn't exactly wear a comm unit while grocery shopping so this is all news to him. The car is parked, this time away from the action, and he trots towards what the fuck is going on and watches for a moment to get his bearings. A heavy sigh escapes him. Well, at least nobody's dying yet!
[23:24] <Python`> "Ohshit!" Suddenly fatman was charging at him and all he had time to do was dodge. Even slightly hindered as he was from the alcohol in his system, he was still able to avoid being trampled, but didn't completely avoid the heat as the man passed within inches of him. But he LIKED heat! And now he was shouting their current address so the operator on the phone could hear, in case he was cut off from his call. So far he'd managed to hold onto the phone.
[23:30] <Ahriman> Nope! Words weren't gonna work. He grit and bared his teeth as he came toward Grey; like a dwarf, he was dangerous over short distances, but totally worthless if he had to go for any respectabe distance. As he got closer to the trio, the heat intensified; the air around him was like a hot street on a cloudless summer day, all wavy and arid. Sure, they could produce weapons. And sure, they could attack with them - Fatbody didn't seem terribly concerned on stopping that. But they certainly weren't getting away from an attack unscathed, even if he was too slow to retaliate. Grey may enjoy heat a bit more than others, but the mass of HOT lunging by him was likely altogether unenjoyable. Contact would've induced blisters, and he'd only missed by inches.
[23:31] <MarloCross> He hadn't been paying too much apparently because fat guy went barrel;ing past him at the Car's Owner. but, hoping to lend a hand-and showcase some new MMA moves, Marlo moved quickly behind FatMan and laid a swift kick at the back of his leg. He had only his natural strength, no kinetic charge having yet been absorbed."Okay, motherfucker."2 His aim was to put Lots O'Love into an asphault face plant.
[23:37] <vile> WELL SHIT. Nick's an observant fellow and sees people getting the fucks burned out of their skin from coming in contact with this guy. HMM. His manpurse is flipped open and he rummages through it. Apparently he'd gotten some ideas from Sunder and now carries around a high powered tazer, big enough to have an effect on someone Fatboy's size. Maybe. The thing is charged up and aimed at the bad guy but he pauses. The hell is Marlo doing? He opens his mouth to shout something ignorant but just sighs instead. Good thing he'd shown up because someone's going to need a doctor and some burn gel.
[23:38] <[Ghost]> She could see the heat waves. This was going to take a lot of precision she wasn't sure she had, but.. That other guy was charging in, that should be good distraction tactics, right? Dawn Spring into motion, sprinting for Superheated Blob with her knife at the ready. This was Grey, and she'd already lingered too long to simply walk away, regardless. Once she was close, she leapt for the man-- Trying to stab him somewhere non-vital but painful, like the side of his blubberous gut. She would also try to blink incorporeal long enough to pass through him instead of having to leap back, or around. Even if she was successful, the sheer heat had her stumbling back into her corporeal body a mere foot or two further on. IF she was successful. That was some precision shit.
[23:41] <@Delilah> Oh, no. This was going to take a little more than Ol' Trusty. This guy was a riot -- like, literally, the dude was a walking riot. The bat was soon tucked into her bag, but she otherwise didn't move, since Marlo AND Dawn charged and Annie will brb.
[23:44] <Python`> The sheer heat from the guy has Grey taking several steps back, and it's a good thing he did because now he's stepping out of Marlo AND Dawn's line of fire. Not being able to get close to the guy made him practically useless, but he still held his phone. He repeated the address just in case, and the operator assured him that police were on their way. Thank god!
[23:45] <Ahriman> Fatbody was big (although still getting a little smaller), and certainly nowhere near a trained fighter. What he did have, though, was a bubble of extreme heat around him. So when Marlo kicked the back of his leg, he tumbled forward, even skidding a short distance once he was down. But Marlo didn't get away with it. The sole of his shoe was almost gone; what hadn't immediately melted against the big man's jeans was oozing from what remained the shoe. Even his laces came away smoking. Even Dawn was successful, but there was certainly a lot of cushioning, so although he had a wound, nothing vital was hit. And because of all the HOLYHELL heat, the blood dried on top of the wound pretty much immediately. Likewise, she wouldn't come away unscathed. The metal of the blade super-heated as soon as it slid into his jelly-filled belly, and the skin of her hand would've been lobster-red, like it'd just gotten a severe sunburn.
[23:49] <MarloCross> Ah, the Kinetics 2nd Weakness: Heat and Energy. Marlo fell to the ground, struggling to get the shoe off. His brand fucking new shoes! Now he only had a half a pair! Quickly, Marlo's long quiet tactical sensibility kicked in. He needed a hydrant of some kind. His foot was burned as all get the fuck out, so he hobbled into the Interesting times, hoping the bouncer would let him by and grab a fire extinguisher! Simple.
[23:54] <vile> Waitasecond. The tazer probably wouldn't survive long enough to do anything. The gun is put up and he resumes digging through the manpurse. Oh. Hm. Nothing else of use there either. So he goes back to his car, pops open the hood and yanks out a couple items. A tire iron, a few assorted steel tools and a rock. They're hauled back to a maybe-safe distance away from the action and he FLINGS the tire iron at Fatboy's head. At least this guy is a big target! And the weapon is metal and not prone to incinerating on contact.
[23:55] <[Ghost]> Dawn glowed when she was all ghostly, a silhouette of silvery mist that had all the details of bad movie ghosts. It wasn't like she went invisible, or anything, so her flight through the man was visible, as was her stumble back into materialism, the knife dropping from her hand almost before they were both solid. "AAAUGH FUCK!" Of course that fucking hurt, you daft bint! The knife was left on the pavement as she stumbled all the way down to her knees, clutching at her hand and trying to put pressure across the burn-- all of it.! ..Of course, three seconds later her body heat registered, and she was pulling her hand away and muttering more curses. 2
[23:59] <Python`> Now that he knew help was on the way, Grey stepped into the nearby alleyway to find one of those big, metal trashcans. With a lid. The lid was picked up and whipped through the air like a frisbee, aimed at Fatbody's head. It might not do much, but hopefully it would be enough to distract him while the trashcan was tipped and he shoved it, rolling down the sidewalk to crash into the big guy, hopefully enough to trip him up, maybe knock him over.
[00:02] <Ahriman> Marlo got into the bar easily enough; it reeked of burned hair, and since that's where Fatbody started, the people were still checking themselves for their own burns. He cursed as began to pick himself, thoroughly displeased that he'd taken a tumble. But then they started throwing shit! First a freakin' tire iron; that one he saw, 'cause he was kinda-sorta faced more toward Nick, so he blocked it with his forearm. As predicted, it was heated as soon as it touched him. That didn't stop it from hurting, though. He got to his feet and stood directly on it, but only for a second; as soon as it had a nice cherry glow, his foot jerked away. Dawn was to be his new victim, since she freakin' stabbed him, but then he took a freakin' trashcan lid to the dome. "Gah!" he cried out while stumbling backward, placing a hand to his forehead where he'd been hit. He pulled it away long enough to check for blood, then turned his attention to Grey again. "What the hell? Some kinda goddamn Captain America wannabe, huh?!" A trashcan wasn't as bad as a knife, though, so he advanced on Dawn.
[00:08] <MarloCross> Grabbing a hold of the fire extingusher, Marlo bolted back for the door. The top of his foot was beginning to blister. Damn. He'd have to explain that to his mother. As he exited the bar, He spotted FatBoy headed for the girl who'd just popped in..He hadn't caught her intangibility thing so...hell he thought he was the only other mutant besides Hot And Bothered. He flipped open the catch, pulled the pin, aimed and gave His Corpulence a generous CO2 blast in his overcooked ass.
[00:08] <vile> Nick can't help but grin. This is more fun than he'd expected! Throwing shit at a bad guy. About time for him to join in the shenanigans...at least to do more than slap band-aids on people. A wrench is plucked out of the toolbox he'd drug along, he spins up an arm and lobs it at Fatboy next. OH HE HAS PLENTY MORE SHIT to throw and intends on doing so. A thubs-up is flashed to Grey as the other guy joins in on the long-distance stuff. And then he gets an idea. Something with a plastic handle. Or some of those spare batteries that have found their way into the toolbox. Would they explode when reaching that aura of intesne heat? A handful is plucked out, a couple of AA and AAA batteries, and chucked at the hothead next.
[00:15] <Python`> For a moment, he felt a bit triumphant. Then his heart sank into his stomach as Big Nasty headed for Dawn. He had no choice. At a sprint, he ran strait for Dawn, diving at her at the last moment. Strong arms wrapped around her, grappling and tumbling across the pavement several feet before coming to a stop, hopefully far enough from Mr. Fatty to give them time to get on their feet again. THEN THERE WERE SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE.
[00:17] <[Ghost]> She could feel the wave of heat approaching behind her, after a few moments and a few curses. It was long enough, at least, for her to pull the other knife out of her other pocket. It was flipped open as she pushed herself to her feet, teeth grit against the pain-- and then she was pressing the warm blade into her burned right hand. She was better with it than her left, and if she was going to burn herself again, she'd really rather only lose the use of ONE hand, not both. She turned to face the brute, and then.. Well, it had worked once, right, This time she slashed with the blade, hoping to get his arms bloody even if he tried to block, and she'd try to blink out again. The heat drained her, the power drained her, and either she'd end up just smashing into him, or she'd be stumbling out behind him again, to spraw on the pavement. There weren't too many options, now.
[00:26] <Ahriman> Was it luck that had Grey and Dawn getting out of the way of the furnace barrelling at them? No. It was a fire extinguisher and a goddamn wrench. The sudden blast of frigid air stopped him, conveniently putting his arm again in the way of Nick's projectile. Unfortunately, it was the same arm. And it hit the same spot. So that shit freakin' hurt. He didn't have time to cry out, though; he was gonna get freakin' frostbite if he didn't react. So he stood there, and posed like Neo flexing reality. Only reality didn't bend to his might; it just got a helluva lot hotter. He was sweating profusely as all of his expended energy was put into the heat, pushing the zone of heat outward, and increasing the temperature throughout, intending to nullify Marlo's bright idea. He hoped to be able to last longer than the extinguisher, since with as many BTUs as he was putting out, his shrinkage was much more noticable. The air rippled around him like a super saiyin powering up as his clothes got looser and looser.
[00:38] <Python`> Grey scrambled to his feet, reaching out to give Dawn a helping hand. "Are you ok?" He only had time to wait for her reply before that hand helping her up was dragging her along as he retreated several feet. That's about the time the first of the police cars rounded the corner, followed by another, then another. Five in all.
[00:40] <MarloCross> When it started getting hotter, Marlo Backed off, ready to hit the...ChubbyGuy? He wasn't as big as before. again He tapped his Com," Situation On Crowley's Row! Anyone hear me?!"2 It would suck, but his next Idea was bound to work. With preasure still in the cannister, Marlo tries now to use the HeatHeavy's power against him: He Jamms it into the guy's fat Muffin top. His hope was that the heat would rupture the compressed gasses still inside and cause a big boomie! Knocking Big guy down and giving Marlo Kinetic Fuel. He even made it look like a weak jab in the gut...
[00:43] <[Ghost]> Well, with knife out, Dawn was tackled mid-leap, thrown completely off balance so she could crash to the pavement under Grey. He was light, at least, unlike if tubby or some musclebound guy had fallen on her, but it still hurt. It jarred her, it knocked the wind from her, and it took several moments and Grey's help to haul her back up to her feet. The knife hastily switched hands so it wouldn't pop the slowly forming blister, and then it was hastily flipped away as she heard sirens. In fact, she simply nodded to Grey to say she'd be fine-- Not entirely true, and then sort of.. dashed in for her other knife, hastily sliding it into her pocket before the cops could deploy.
[00:45] <vile> Throwing objects at Fatboy might not have the effect he's going for but it's fun. The psychotic zombie hums as he rifles through the toolbox, searching for some other things that could be great to chuck at this guy. A phillips screwdriver? Check. Flathead too? OKAY. One is lined up for a toss like he'd hurl a dart. It's thrown and saaaaails through the air at Mr.Hothead. And he waits for it to hit that one damned arm. He glances over at Marlo trying to hail people over the intercom. OH RIGHT. Yeah his comm unit is still in the car. Oh well.
[00:49] <Ahriman> This time, the heat was more effective from farther out, trying to defeat the chill was just pure heat. The extinguisher's paint bubbled and flaked off as Marlo came closer; where once he needed to be touched for blister, Marlo would get some just from being so close. The canister wouldn't get time to burst from the heat, though. A grunt of strained effort came through Fatbody's clenched teeth, followed by either fist clapping the canister from either side. The batteries were an annoyance, bouncing off and rolling away before exploding, but that was already; he'd caused an explosion on his own. The sudden burst of cold, and indeed the strength of that burst, pushed him back to a wall - just as the squad cars pulled up. The officers scrambled out, shielding themselves behind their vehicles, guns immediately drawn. Fatbody may have anger issues, but he wasn't dumb; guns meant it was time to chill out. And he was, literally - the co2 was cold enough that he'd gotten a mild frostbite on his hands and stomach. The air cooled quickly, though he continued sweating profusely, arms raised in surrender.
[00:53] <Python`> He took a cutionary step back as the extinguisher exploding, holding an arm up and in front of his face, but he was already a safe enough distance to avoid any injury. As the man appeared to be surrender, he let out a sigh of relief.
[00:54] <MarloCross> Marlo had flown back into a Mailbox from the concussion and was just picking himself up off the ground, thumbing his com, this time with an unburned knuckle," This is Crippler...Got a metahuman about to go into police Custody...If anyone can hear this...Call Mister Gains." He knew Gains had a sizable mutoid collection under the campus. One more couldn't hurt. He too lifted his hands, knowing damn well he was about to get arrested.
[00:55] <EVENT> Marlo finds that the airways are totally silent. Fancy that.
[00:58] <[Ghost]> Dawn got her knife, scrambling back as the cannister exploded-- but it did feel damned nice on her burned hand. Hell, the rush of cold air felt nice everywhere, after all that heat! She was wandering back, though, going to lean on a wall by Grey. She hadn't expected to reconnect with anyone, but she'd might as well stick around and give him a ride home now that is car was total'd.
[01:02] <Ahriman> Fatbody actually took down one of his hands for a moment, having to hike up his pants so they didn't fall down around his ankles. But as the police shouted for him to keep his hands raised, it shot back up. 'Fuck it', he thought; the same mentality he had the last time he was on a plane. TSA wanted his belt in the tray, so he put the belt in the tray. Then shiffled through the backscatter-thing with his pants around his ankles, with zero fucks given to everyone else looking on his horror. Even still, after the energy he'd expended, his shirt was big enough to act as a large pajama top, so he was still covered. The police kept him at bay, guns trained and trigger fingers itchy, until a META van showed up to cart the offender off and tend to the mutants back in the bar.
[01:04] <vile> Nickypoo waits until Fatbody is hauled away by META before he gathers up the crap he'd thrown. The tire iron, wrench, screwdrivers are all put back into their toolbox before he does his usual rounds to check on the heroes. "So! Anyone need some patching up?" he chimes a bit too merrily. Minor burns they could deal with but crippling injuries? Doesn't look like there's any. But he might as well check!
[01:06] <Python`> Grey looked himself over, in case he'd missed anything. He looked to be all in tact. There was a little singed spot on the front of his shirt, but otherwise he was golden. "I'm good." He looked over at Dawn, then down at her hands. "How's your hand?"
[01:13] <MarloCross> Marlo actualy affords to deny the healing offer from Nick," I'm good...Just a few burns. Could use a can though." He looked over at Dawn and Grey," You two alright? nuthin' burned too bad?" Then, to Nick," You get hurt at all?"
[01:16] <[Ghost]> "I'll be fine." But Grey was all peering at the hand she had burned, and she had no real choice but to turn the hand palm up. She had blisters forming across her palm and fingers, long things in the exact shape of the metal hilts of her knife. It was one big blister across her palm, at least, but a few of them up her fingers. She just gave a shrug, and dropped her hand again. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, but that was more from pain than -damage-. Burns hurt like a son of a bitch, but there wasn't really a lot you could -do- for them.
[01:17] <Ahriman> Nickypoo was gonna have to wait a couple minutes before he picked up the wrench and the tire iron; they were away from the extinguisher explosion, so they were still pretty hot..unless he was gonna cool them off some other way. Then whatevs. The people in the bar were fine for the most part. Just some singed eyebrows and a few people stunned by the sudden burst.