Laundromat Nightmare
Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 10:38 am
1[20:59] <Brad> 6Crowley's Row. Sure, a lot of it is a bastion for mutantkind, a safe haven, a place for the quote-unquote undesirables to be themselves and enjoy the luxury of a modern city free from the prejudice and hatred of a world that hates and fears them. But there's a darker side, of course. Not all the mutants that frequent Crowley's Row want to be accepted, loved, understood. They just want their fix. And that's what the small crowd on a side street is looking for right now. Little blue vials. Pulse. The créme-de-la-créme of drugs of choice for the metahuman underworld. But what's this? Dissent? Conflict? 1"What the fuck are you trying to push on us?" 6Cries out one of them, a young man, mid twenties, steam emanating from his skin. 1"Last week this shit was $10 a vial, now it's $20?" 6The doorman remains impassive. The 'place' is nondescript. It's labeled as a laundromat, after all. Very few would know that this was a dropoff point for the illegal substance. 5"Shit changes, man. Whattya want me to say?" 6The crowd doesn't seem to like that answer, just getting more riled up. Another 'customer', a jittery woman, narrows her eyes. 12"Swear to god this shit's getting smaller." 6She holds up an empty vial of the blue substance. 12"You want trouble?" 6The doorman remains where he is, arms crossed over his chest. This is bad, real bad. He doesn't show it, but he's nervous. The customers are anxious, and an anxious Pulse junkie is a dangerous junkie. Finally, a third man forces his way through, and confronts ol' Stonewall there. 3"Listen, motherfucker. You get us our fuckin' Pulse, or I put you on the fucking ground. Understand me?" 6He seethes with anger, and at this, the doorman finally seems to break role. 14"Shut the fuck up. Normal guy isn't fucking HERE tonight, you understand me? You know who's in there?" 6He grits his teeth, and looks back through the window at the figure counting money inside. 14"Just back the fuck off, and nobody gets hurt, a'ight? I'll hook you up tomorrow." 6Doorman casts another nervous glance inside as the group outside grows angrier and more restless.
[21:04] <@Eden> 6Ugh. What a night. Talk about your insomni-insomnia. All that from a simple talk. That said a lot. Maybe she wasn't cut out for this. Maybe it would be better if she just said 'there's way too much shit going on and I don't think this is a good idea and we should just be friends'. The last thing she wanted was to hurt his feelings. Sleep on it. She'd sleep on it. Eventually. For now,
[21:04] <@Eden> 6though? Shopping! Nothing exciting, really, just some new silver wire for her jewelry and some faux gemstones at a local craft store. It wasn't quite in Crowley's, just on the edge, in fact, but she was a regular. A regular with money to spend. A regular whose backside was probably being ogled by the store owner's son, but that was neither here nor there. Her shopping bag was being loaded
[21:04] <@Eden> 6up with an array of colorful glass beads and stones as she went over various new designs in her mind, anything to keep from thinking about the talk she had yesterday -- or, rather, the talk she didn't have yesterday. The talk she should have had yesterday?
1[21:11] <Brad> 12"You hook us up now, asshole!" 6Cries the jittery woman, advancing on the doorman as well. Doorman takes a step back, until he's almost pressed against the glazed windows of the laundromat. 14"Fucking listen to me. You come back tomorrow, I'll give alla you a hit, no charge? Okay? Just back off now, before shit gets ugly." 6Inside, the young man counting the money smiles to himself. He can feel it. The anger, the rage, the hate, it swirls around like a miasma, and goes straight into him like a sponge. It's... pungent... delicious... intoxicating. Outside, the steaming man shouts again. 1"FUCK YOU! I been waiting all night for this! Now you're charging me double, and tellin' me to come back tomorrow?" 6The doorman looks genuinely afraid at this point, but not of the crowd outside. Push comes to shove, he could probably take them, if he needed to. But they're kicking the wrong hornet's nest tonight. That, and they're starting to make themselves very, very obvious to anyone nearby. 14"Look man, just back off. I told you, normal guy isn't here. The fucking... goddamn psycho's here, okay?" 6That's not enough for the third man, and the air seems to crystallize around him as his anger builds. 3"I don't give a fuck who's in there. I'll fucking tear the motherfucker apart after I'm done with you."
[21:12] <Angel`Pearson> yayjunkies! ))
[21:15] <@Eden> 6One of these, one of those, a few of these pretty fake sapphires, and Eden was wandering up to the counter and dumping her contents onto it before fishing around for her wallet in her back pocket. The cashier mumbled her total and she pulled out some cash, handing it over. While he worked on change, the silver-haired girl was busy scooping her purchase back into her tote. "Thanks." 6She
[21:15] <@Eden> 6forced a smile, tucking her wallet away and exiting the shop, bell a-jingling as the door closed behind her and the guy at the register prepared to close up. Technically, they should have been closed an hour ago, but he had something of a difficult time saying no to... that, so he let her browse for nearly forty minutes longer than he should have. Oops! She wandered down the street, deciding
[21:15] <@Eden> 6to make a detour and maybe pick up dinner on her way back home.
[21:31] <Ahriman> One night out. Just one night out. Fergus figured that's all he'd really need to set himself straight before diving face-first back into all that security business. He'd ventured to his previous employer, the one he was taking a hiatus from in order to fill Conrad's shoes, just to be among things he lusted for and to make himself feel better. With that out of the way, he had gone to Crowley's
[21:31] <Ahriman> Row to find something to eat, as he Sanctum folk were want to do. Maybe he'd see some people he knew there. Maybe not. Either way, he was clearing his head.
[21:32] <@Jeemdrivesmom> 6Maybe he'd shoot someone in the eye. Maybe not.
1[21:33] <Brad> 14"Seriously, just go home, okay? Just go home, because he'll fucking..." 6Doorman spots Eden walking down the street, and his brief distraction causes the other three to look in her direction as well. Then, the man with steam coming from his body grabs Doorman by the collar and slams him against the glass. 1"You fucking NARCed on us, you piece of shit? That's what this is?" 6He lets go, letting Doorman back to his feet, and backs away. The steam rises from his body more evidently now, heat coming off of him in waves. The other man backs away, seemingly very uncomfortalbe around the heat, and twists his mouth into a deep frown. As he continues backing away, it gets colder and colder around him. The jittery woman seems unfazed by both, and just locks her eyes on Eden. Doorman takes a deep breath. Hoo boy. This is... not how tonight was supposed to go. Why couldn't Dusk have been dealing with the money? He's reasonable. This wouldn't have happened if Dusk was here. But no. No. He's got the psycho tonight. 14"Nobody called the cops, man, just chill, just let her be. She look like a cop to you?" 6Inside, the young man puts the money away in a lockbock, and stands. Slowly, he walks forward, toward the exit. Oh shit, oh shit, thinks Doorman, as he glances inside. Too young to die. And out steps the mysterious figure. He can't be more than 22. Lean build, muscular and wiry, but not bulky. His hair is a brown mohawk, spiked up from his temple all the way to the back of his neck. There's a ring through his left eyebrow. But it's his eyes. His eyes are all wrong. Red, for starters, and seemingly permanently bloodshot. He looks at the gathering with an animalistic glint in those eyes. 4"Now. What seems to be the problem?" 6He says, his voice raspy as he lights up a cigarette. He catches sight of Eden as well, but doesn't acknowledge her, yet. The Doorman cringes against the glass, and the other three shrink away as well. He could have told them it was this guy.
[21:40] <@Eden> 6Yeah. Eden looked like a cop, all right! The nerdiest cop ever. She blinked as she stepped out of her alleyway -- or whatever -- glancing down the street toward the building where-- that was a bunch of people, huh! She pursed her lips and averted her gaze, at least until they all looked at her. After that, she decided it was proooobably best to turn and go the other way. Reaching up to
[21:40] <@Eden> 6idly muss her bangs and then adjust her glasses, she pivoted on her heel and started in the opposite direction as she intended. Slowly, though, because the bystander in her was sort of curious. Probably drugs or something. None of her business, anyway. She also clutched the strap of her tote bag. Heaven forbid one of Salem's hobos try to steal her wire and fake stones, right?
[21:44] <Ahriman> The half-Scot was still in his team uniform, but he had a light jacket on over it, not really wanting to draw any anti-Cobalt attention. Considering the people they'd put away, and the people they were still after, he figured it would be safer to be mostly anonymous. So, team uniform, light jacket, and his handy-dandy backpack. That was the only part of his attire with a visible logo. He
[21:44] <Ahriman> wasn't too concerned about that part, though. He was wandering around Crowley's, still trying to figure out what he wanted to eat.
6[21:46] * Angel`Pearson happened to be down Crowleys way in a rare solo trip away from the sanctum...He didn't often wander off on his own, because some crazy shit always seemed to go down when they left home....but his sooper amazing clothes had to come from somewhere, and he'd managed to stumble onto some FAABULOUS! mutant boutique with the most amazing stuff. He was currently
[21:46] <Angel`Pearson> He was currently shopping obliviously, in a tight black shirt bearing a heart eyed jolly roger over the left hip, black ruffled skirt, and his kneehigh star boots, forearms covered in a shitton of cheap plastic bracelets
01[21:48] <Brad> 4"Oh no." 6Says the young man, and he stamps one combat-booted foot on the pavement. As Eden tries to walk away, suddenly a wall of.. something, red, crackling energy, bars her path, blocking off the alley from which she came. 4"Where are you going, sweetheart?" 6He says, advancing on her, slowly. There's something wrong about him, that way you can tell when you're dealing with someone that just isn't quite right. The other four, we'll call them Heatwave, Frostbite, Landslide and Beatdown, wait at the storefront of the faux-laundromat, all of them looking very much scared right now. The young man with the mohawk walks casually, taking another drag off his cigarette. He flicks it away, and then adjusts the black tie he wears with the short-sleeved red button up shirt on his torso.
[21:54] <@Eden> 6She let out a sharp gasp of surprise as the wall of... ENERGY, shot up in front of the alleyway, now taking a step back. Swallowing, she paled slightly -- had she seen something she shouldn't have. Scratching lightly along her scalp, she sucked in a deep breath, slowly turning to face the... guy. 'Not right', that was right. The guy was a mutant (or something), probably not the nicest.
[21:54] <@Eden> 6Still, it couldn't hurt to try and diffuse the situation! "Er. Home. Sorry, I didn't mean to, uh--" 6Crash your party? Run into your... freaky meeting of freaky people? Her bright-eyed gaze darted briefly in th edirection of the other four. This guy must have been bad news. "Intrude. So, if you could just, like, drop that... field-thingy there, I'll be out of your hair. Promise. Didn't
[21:54] <@Eden> see a thing-- not that I'm implying you were doing anything illegal... if you were I don't care, of course, it's none of my business!" 6Aaaand she was rambling. Finally remembering to breathe, she inhaled, then sighed heavy. "Sorry. Again. I'll just be going now."
[21:59] <Ahriman> Mama always said there was excitement around every corner. As he rounded on on this particular evening in Crowley's, Fergus was wishing mama had just shut her flip-flop-wielding mouth. Down the street was a group of people. Hobos and ne'er-do-wells, from the looks of it. They were all kinda walking slowly away toward someone/something else; he couldn't really see, what with everyone in the
[21:59] <Ahriman> way. But yoou never knew. He reached behind him and took his comm unit from its place on his backpack, and put it in place. "Deadeye here," he whispered, not wanting to get their attention just yet. "Possible situation in Crowley's."
1[22:04] <Brad> 4"What's your name, sweetheart?" 6The young man advances still, walking slowly, hands now tucked into the pockets of his artfully torn black jeans. His head tilts a bit as he looks the silver-haired girl over. The Doorman, Beatdown, moves away from the glass, and makes the mistake of talking. 1"Uh, hey, boss, maybe we should just leave he-" 6His words are caught in his throat as the young man whips one hand from his pocket. Without looking, he aims another tendril of that same blood-red energy at the doorman's throat, constricting and cutting off his airflow, lifting him several feet in the air. He turns his head, very slowly, toward him. 4"Ah ah ah. Daddy. Is. Talking." 6And that's when he spots Fergus there, coming up the other end of the alley. Red eyes narrow, and he drops the doorman back to the ground. Angrily, he looks back at Eden. 4"Well, well, well. You brought a little friend." 6The barrier blocking her escape through the alleyway crackles anew, as the young man's own anger increases. 4"You two picked the wrong night, sweetheart."
[22:11] <@Eden> 6Don't talk to strangers. Suddenly all that kindergarten bullshit was starting to make sense! She hesitated -- didn't answer, but took a single step backwards, even if it was toward the barrier. She gave a sharp yelp, eyes widening in shock as the man who dared to interrupt this guy was choked out by some kind of energy rope. Reaching out, she-- didn't do a damn thing, "H-hey! Stop
[22:11] <@Eden> that!" 6Oh, shit. Her gaze followed his, eyes going even wider as she spotted Fergus. Simultaneous 'hooray' and 'oh fuck' feelings ensued, her attention quickly turning on the stranger again, "I... I didn't..." 6Goddammit Fergus. "I didn't bring anybody! It's a public street, you know." 6Eden scowled, mentally cursing herself for leaving the house today.
[22:17] <Ahriman> Eden didn't bring anybody? Well, that was true, they hadn't ventured out together. This was a chance meeting. Maybe she was trying to play it off like they'd never met? From the sound of the angry guy, that was probably closer to what was going on. "Situation in Crowley's," he said over the comm. "1 hostile, 4 more possible. They've got 1 innocent cornered." As he spoke to whoever was
[22:17] <Ahriman> listening on the other side(s) of the comm, he was reaching behind him for one of his precious paintball markers, and a hopper filled with the pepper balls. Also, a vein along his left temple throbbed into prominence. "Alright, everybody," he called to the group while loading the gun. "Just disperse and go home, and we can just pretend this was all some simple misunderstanding." Whatever
[22:17] <Ahriman> 'this' was; he still had no idea what he walked in on.
1[22:23] <Brad> 4"Who sent you? That old fossil making his move on our territory?" 6The mohawked young man's eyes don't narrow, they go wide. As he stares down Eden, she'd see just what's wrong with him, in those eyes. It's like someone took a person, emptied him out, and filled him up with every violent emotion there is. There's nothing in those eyes but anger, rage, hatred, spite, and a clear intent to kill anything in his way. With a snarl, he whips his head towards the four mutants still sort-of cowering in front of the laundromat. 4"What the FUCK are you standing around for? Kill this asshole." 6He says, jerking his head in Fergus' direction. The four kind of murmur amongst themselves for a moment, but then decide it's better to tangle with the stranger, than to incur this guy's wrath. Frostbite makes the first move, arms held out. His body becomes encased in an armor made of ice, and he begins moving towards Fergus. Heatwave hangs back, but the heat emanating from his body increases as he circles around, keeping his distance from the cryokinetic. Landslide doesn't move yet. The jittery young woman is still too scared, too unsure. As for Beatdown, the doorman, he groans and doubles over. And then doubles in size. His muscles erupt forth, growing and thickening, until what's left is something akin to an eight foot steroid monster, clothing ripped (but still tastefully arranged to avoid an NC-17 rating).
[22:23] <@Jeemdrivesmom> 6Parents thank you.
06[22:25] * Angel`Pearson browse browse browse, he was flipping through fabulous clothing items in weird mutant boutique when he heard the noise from his phone ooor whatever, 'O!'ing and snatching it from the messenger back at his side to listen to the relayed message. Hey! Crowleys! Whatluck! Ornot, depending on how you looked at things. The items he'd already selected
[22:25] <Angel`Pearson> were dumped atop the rack he was currently browsing and he beat feet out of the store in search of said situation. Yay helping!
[22:29] <@Eden> 6himself. He was 'official' -- the question was, could he handle himself against four of them? Probably. But her back was to the wall -- literally. Slowly, nonchalantly, she let her hands slide behind her back, sucking in a deep breath and leveling her gaze on the stranger, lips pursed. At least she tried to show resolve, "--way. If you could, like...call off your friends. We wouldn't want
[22:29] <@Eden> to attract any undue attention by having some guy die, would we? You know, cops, do-gooders, that sort of thing?" 6Her hands balled into fists behind her back, brows raising on her face. OH GOD FERGUS DON'T DIE.
[22:29] <@Eden> 6She'd apologize later for referring to him as 'some guy'.
[22:31] <Ahriman> Well. Looks like he's in quite the pickle now. "Alright, Vera. Let's show these guys what you can do." So. An ice user. Someone who was..matric-rippley? Someone who was muscle-rippley. And a random chick. Also, the guy calling the shots. He'd dealt with a fire bender before, so he figured the ice guy would be just as tricky. The matrix-rippley was either fire or..something else. Probably
[22:31] <Ahriman> tricky, too. The woman looked like she wasn't gonna do anything but twitch, so he left her alone. That left Ivan Drago over there. "I must crush you," he said in his best terrible Russian accent, just as his right eye went red. He raised the marker, and while keeping an eye on the two obviously closer, used his peripheral vision to send a trio of those pepper-filled balls at the chest of
[22:31] <Ahriman> Beatdown.
[21:04] <@Eden> 6Ugh. What a night. Talk about your insomni-insomnia. All that from a simple talk. That said a lot. Maybe she wasn't cut out for this. Maybe it would be better if she just said 'there's way too much shit going on and I don't think this is a good idea and we should just be friends'. The last thing she wanted was to hurt his feelings. Sleep on it. She'd sleep on it. Eventually. For now,
[21:04] <@Eden> 6though? Shopping! Nothing exciting, really, just some new silver wire for her jewelry and some faux gemstones at a local craft store. It wasn't quite in Crowley's, just on the edge, in fact, but she was a regular. A regular with money to spend. A regular whose backside was probably being ogled by the store owner's son, but that was neither here nor there. Her shopping bag was being loaded
[21:04] <@Eden> 6up with an array of colorful glass beads and stones as she went over various new designs in her mind, anything to keep from thinking about the talk she had yesterday -- or, rather, the talk she didn't have yesterday. The talk she should have had yesterday?
1[21:11] <Brad> 12"You hook us up now, asshole!" 6Cries the jittery woman, advancing on the doorman as well. Doorman takes a step back, until he's almost pressed against the glazed windows of the laundromat. 14"Fucking listen to me. You come back tomorrow, I'll give alla you a hit, no charge? Okay? Just back off now, before shit gets ugly." 6Inside, the young man counting the money smiles to himself. He can feel it. The anger, the rage, the hate, it swirls around like a miasma, and goes straight into him like a sponge. It's... pungent... delicious... intoxicating. Outside, the steaming man shouts again. 1"FUCK YOU! I been waiting all night for this! Now you're charging me double, and tellin' me to come back tomorrow?" 6The doorman looks genuinely afraid at this point, but not of the crowd outside. Push comes to shove, he could probably take them, if he needed to. But they're kicking the wrong hornet's nest tonight. That, and they're starting to make themselves very, very obvious to anyone nearby. 14"Look man, just back off. I told you, normal guy isn't here. The fucking... goddamn psycho's here, okay?" 6That's not enough for the third man, and the air seems to crystallize around him as his anger builds. 3"I don't give a fuck who's in there. I'll fucking tear the motherfucker apart after I'm done with you."
[21:12] <Angel`Pearson> yayjunkies! ))
[21:15] <@Eden> 6One of these, one of those, a few of these pretty fake sapphires, and Eden was wandering up to the counter and dumping her contents onto it before fishing around for her wallet in her back pocket. The cashier mumbled her total and she pulled out some cash, handing it over. While he worked on change, the silver-haired girl was busy scooping her purchase back into her tote. "Thanks." 6She
[21:15] <@Eden> 6forced a smile, tucking her wallet away and exiting the shop, bell a-jingling as the door closed behind her and the guy at the register prepared to close up. Technically, they should have been closed an hour ago, but he had something of a difficult time saying no to... that, so he let her browse for nearly forty minutes longer than he should have. Oops! She wandered down the street, deciding
[21:15] <@Eden> 6to make a detour and maybe pick up dinner on her way back home.
[21:31] <Ahriman> One night out. Just one night out. Fergus figured that's all he'd really need to set himself straight before diving face-first back into all that security business. He'd ventured to his previous employer, the one he was taking a hiatus from in order to fill Conrad's shoes, just to be among things he lusted for and to make himself feel better. With that out of the way, he had gone to Crowley's
[21:31] <Ahriman> Row to find something to eat, as he Sanctum folk were want to do. Maybe he'd see some people he knew there. Maybe not. Either way, he was clearing his head.
[21:32] <@Jeemdrivesmom> 6Maybe he'd shoot someone in the eye. Maybe not.
1[21:33] <Brad> 14"Seriously, just go home, okay? Just go home, because he'll fucking..." 6Doorman spots Eden walking down the street, and his brief distraction causes the other three to look in her direction as well. Then, the man with steam coming from his body grabs Doorman by the collar and slams him against the glass. 1"You fucking NARCed on us, you piece of shit? That's what this is?" 6He lets go, letting Doorman back to his feet, and backs away. The steam rises from his body more evidently now, heat coming off of him in waves. The other man backs away, seemingly very uncomfortalbe around the heat, and twists his mouth into a deep frown. As he continues backing away, it gets colder and colder around him. The jittery woman seems unfazed by both, and just locks her eyes on Eden. Doorman takes a deep breath. Hoo boy. This is... not how tonight was supposed to go. Why couldn't Dusk have been dealing with the money? He's reasonable. This wouldn't have happened if Dusk was here. But no. No. He's got the psycho tonight. 14"Nobody called the cops, man, just chill, just let her be. She look like a cop to you?" 6Inside, the young man puts the money away in a lockbock, and stands. Slowly, he walks forward, toward the exit. Oh shit, oh shit, thinks Doorman, as he glances inside. Too young to die. And out steps the mysterious figure. He can't be more than 22. Lean build, muscular and wiry, but not bulky. His hair is a brown mohawk, spiked up from his temple all the way to the back of his neck. There's a ring through his left eyebrow. But it's his eyes. His eyes are all wrong. Red, for starters, and seemingly permanently bloodshot. He looks at the gathering with an animalistic glint in those eyes. 4"Now. What seems to be the problem?" 6He says, his voice raspy as he lights up a cigarette. He catches sight of Eden as well, but doesn't acknowledge her, yet. The Doorman cringes against the glass, and the other three shrink away as well. He could have told them it was this guy.
[21:40] <@Eden> 6Yeah. Eden looked like a cop, all right! The nerdiest cop ever. She blinked as she stepped out of her alleyway -- or whatever -- glancing down the street toward the building where-- that was a bunch of people, huh! She pursed her lips and averted her gaze, at least until they all looked at her. After that, she decided it was proooobably best to turn and go the other way. Reaching up to
[21:40] <@Eden> 6idly muss her bangs and then adjust her glasses, she pivoted on her heel and started in the opposite direction as she intended. Slowly, though, because the bystander in her was sort of curious. Probably drugs or something. None of her business, anyway. She also clutched the strap of her tote bag. Heaven forbid one of Salem's hobos try to steal her wire and fake stones, right?
[21:44] <Ahriman> The half-Scot was still in his team uniform, but he had a light jacket on over it, not really wanting to draw any anti-Cobalt attention. Considering the people they'd put away, and the people they were still after, he figured it would be safer to be mostly anonymous. So, team uniform, light jacket, and his handy-dandy backpack. That was the only part of his attire with a visible logo. He
[21:44] <Ahriman> wasn't too concerned about that part, though. He was wandering around Crowley's, still trying to figure out what he wanted to eat.
6[21:46] * Angel`Pearson happened to be down Crowleys way in a rare solo trip away from the sanctum...He didn't often wander off on his own, because some crazy shit always seemed to go down when they left home....but his sooper amazing clothes had to come from somewhere, and he'd managed to stumble onto some FAABULOUS! mutant boutique with the most amazing stuff. He was currently
[21:46] <Angel`Pearson> He was currently shopping obliviously, in a tight black shirt bearing a heart eyed jolly roger over the left hip, black ruffled skirt, and his kneehigh star boots, forearms covered in a shitton of cheap plastic bracelets
01[21:48] <Brad> 4"Oh no." 6Says the young man, and he stamps one combat-booted foot on the pavement. As Eden tries to walk away, suddenly a wall of.. something, red, crackling energy, bars her path, blocking off the alley from which she came. 4"Where are you going, sweetheart?" 6He says, advancing on her, slowly. There's something wrong about him, that way you can tell when you're dealing with someone that just isn't quite right. The other four, we'll call them Heatwave, Frostbite, Landslide and Beatdown, wait at the storefront of the faux-laundromat, all of them looking very much scared right now. The young man with the mohawk walks casually, taking another drag off his cigarette. He flicks it away, and then adjusts the black tie he wears with the short-sleeved red button up shirt on his torso.
[21:54] <@Eden> 6She let out a sharp gasp of surprise as the wall of... ENERGY, shot up in front of the alleyway, now taking a step back. Swallowing, she paled slightly -- had she seen something she shouldn't have. Scratching lightly along her scalp, she sucked in a deep breath, slowly turning to face the... guy. 'Not right', that was right. The guy was a mutant (or something), probably not the nicest.
[21:54] <@Eden> 6Still, it couldn't hurt to try and diffuse the situation! "Er. Home. Sorry, I didn't mean to, uh--" 6Crash your party? Run into your... freaky meeting of freaky people? Her bright-eyed gaze darted briefly in th edirection of the other four. This guy must have been bad news. "Intrude. So, if you could just, like, drop that... field-thingy there, I'll be out of your hair. Promise. Didn't
[21:54] <@Eden> see a thing-- not that I'm implying you were doing anything illegal... if you were I don't care, of course, it's none of my business!" 6Aaaand she was rambling. Finally remembering to breathe, she inhaled, then sighed heavy. "Sorry. Again. I'll just be going now."
[21:59] <Ahriman> Mama always said there was excitement around every corner. As he rounded on on this particular evening in Crowley's, Fergus was wishing mama had just shut her flip-flop-wielding mouth. Down the street was a group of people. Hobos and ne'er-do-wells, from the looks of it. They were all kinda walking slowly away toward someone/something else; he couldn't really see, what with everyone in the
[21:59] <Ahriman> way. But yoou never knew. He reached behind him and took his comm unit from its place on his backpack, and put it in place. "Deadeye here," he whispered, not wanting to get their attention just yet. "Possible situation in Crowley's."
1[22:04] <Brad> 4"What's your name, sweetheart?" 6The young man advances still, walking slowly, hands now tucked into the pockets of his artfully torn black jeans. His head tilts a bit as he looks the silver-haired girl over. The Doorman, Beatdown, moves away from the glass, and makes the mistake of talking. 1"Uh, hey, boss, maybe we should just leave he-" 6His words are caught in his throat as the young man whips one hand from his pocket. Without looking, he aims another tendril of that same blood-red energy at the doorman's throat, constricting and cutting off his airflow, lifting him several feet in the air. He turns his head, very slowly, toward him. 4"Ah ah ah. Daddy. Is. Talking." 6And that's when he spots Fergus there, coming up the other end of the alley. Red eyes narrow, and he drops the doorman back to the ground. Angrily, he looks back at Eden. 4"Well, well, well. You brought a little friend." 6The barrier blocking her escape through the alleyway crackles anew, as the young man's own anger increases. 4"You two picked the wrong night, sweetheart."
[22:11] <@Eden> 6Don't talk to strangers. Suddenly all that kindergarten bullshit was starting to make sense! She hesitated -- didn't answer, but took a single step backwards, even if it was toward the barrier. She gave a sharp yelp, eyes widening in shock as the man who dared to interrupt this guy was choked out by some kind of energy rope. Reaching out, she-- didn't do a damn thing, "H-hey! Stop
[22:11] <@Eden> that!" 6Oh, shit. Her gaze followed his, eyes going even wider as she spotted Fergus. Simultaneous 'hooray' and 'oh fuck' feelings ensued, her attention quickly turning on the stranger again, "I... I didn't..." 6Goddammit Fergus. "I didn't bring anybody! It's a public street, you know." 6Eden scowled, mentally cursing herself for leaving the house today.
[22:17] <Ahriman> Eden didn't bring anybody? Well, that was true, they hadn't ventured out together. This was a chance meeting. Maybe she was trying to play it off like they'd never met? From the sound of the angry guy, that was probably closer to what was going on. "Situation in Crowley's," he said over the comm. "1 hostile, 4 more possible. They've got 1 innocent cornered." As he spoke to whoever was
[22:17] <Ahriman> listening on the other side(s) of the comm, he was reaching behind him for one of his precious paintball markers, and a hopper filled with the pepper balls. Also, a vein along his left temple throbbed into prominence. "Alright, everybody," he called to the group while loading the gun. "Just disperse and go home, and we can just pretend this was all some simple misunderstanding." Whatever
[22:17] <Ahriman> 'this' was; he still had no idea what he walked in on.
1[22:23] <Brad> 4"Who sent you? That old fossil making his move on our territory?" 6The mohawked young man's eyes don't narrow, they go wide. As he stares down Eden, she'd see just what's wrong with him, in those eyes. It's like someone took a person, emptied him out, and filled him up with every violent emotion there is. There's nothing in those eyes but anger, rage, hatred, spite, and a clear intent to kill anything in his way. With a snarl, he whips his head towards the four mutants still sort-of cowering in front of the laundromat. 4"What the FUCK are you standing around for? Kill this asshole." 6He says, jerking his head in Fergus' direction. The four kind of murmur amongst themselves for a moment, but then decide it's better to tangle with the stranger, than to incur this guy's wrath. Frostbite makes the first move, arms held out. His body becomes encased in an armor made of ice, and he begins moving towards Fergus. Heatwave hangs back, but the heat emanating from his body increases as he circles around, keeping his distance from the cryokinetic. Landslide doesn't move yet. The jittery young woman is still too scared, too unsure. As for Beatdown, the doorman, he groans and doubles over. And then doubles in size. His muscles erupt forth, growing and thickening, until what's left is something akin to an eight foot steroid monster, clothing ripped (but still tastefully arranged to avoid an NC-17 rating).
[22:23] <@Jeemdrivesmom> 6Parents thank you.
06[22:25] * Angel`Pearson browse browse browse, he was flipping through fabulous clothing items in weird mutant boutique when he heard the noise from his phone ooor whatever, 'O!'ing and snatching it from the messenger back at his side to listen to the relayed message. Hey! Crowleys! Whatluck! Ornot, depending on how you looked at things. The items he'd already selected
[22:25] <Angel`Pearson> were dumped atop the rack he was currently browsing and he beat feet out of the store in search of said situation. Yay helping!
[22:29] <@Eden> 6himself. He was 'official' -- the question was, could he handle himself against four of them? Probably. But her back was to the wall -- literally. Slowly, nonchalantly, she let her hands slide behind her back, sucking in a deep breath and leveling her gaze on the stranger, lips pursed. At least she tried to show resolve, "--way. If you could, like...call off your friends. We wouldn't want
[22:29] <@Eden> to attract any undue attention by having some guy die, would we? You know, cops, do-gooders, that sort of thing?" 6Her hands balled into fists behind her back, brows raising on her face. OH GOD FERGUS DON'T DIE.
[22:29] <@Eden> 6She'd apologize later for referring to him as 'some guy'.
[22:31] <Ahriman> Well. Looks like he's in quite the pickle now. "Alright, Vera. Let's show these guys what you can do." So. An ice user. Someone who was..matric-rippley? Someone who was muscle-rippley. And a random chick. Also, the guy calling the shots. He'd dealt with a fire bender before, so he figured the ice guy would be just as tricky. The matrix-rippley was either fire or..something else. Probably
[22:31] <Ahriman> tricky, too. The woman looked like she wasn't gonna do anything but twitch, so he left her alone. That left Ivan Drago over there. "I must crush you," he said in his best terrible Russian accent, just as his right eye went red. He raised the marker, and while keeping an eye on the two obviously closer, used his peripheral vision to send a trio of those pepper-filled balls at the chest of
[22:31] <Ahriman> Beatdown.