Log:Be Very Quiet

2014/09/22 Bullet Hunter Quiet Raven 1

Hero Lane

Why is Bullet here right now? Well, why are any of us here really? It's such a philoso... oh you mean why is she -here- right -now-... sorry. Bullet is a fan of old school hero types... always hoped she could be as cool as some of them. So, every few weeks, she comes back to the museum, in costume, to wander about and hopes that some of the legacy, the legend, might wear off on her. That's the essence of why she is doing what she is doing today, in her Gold and White costume (with freshly treated leather biker jacket over it all)

Hunter gets off at the MagLev station for Hero Lane, wearing a backpack. There was a school assignment on the history of Colonial Bay, and part of the assignment involved doing some research on a hero that had some involvement on his assigned topic. School really is proving to be a bigger hassle than he anticipated. He starts making his way to the Hall of Heroes while reading over FriendBook updates on his qPid.

And there she is, Bullet in her spandex/latex/leather/whatever ... something likely invented by Quinn too. But she's out front, talking with a small group of kids. "Yeah, I'm trying." she remarks. "I doubt I'll ever be as good at this as Stardancer or Patriot were but.. I'm going to certainly try." she says as she stands proudly there.

Hunter half glances up towards Bullet as she talks. He doesn't recognize the names she brings up, but he also doesn't really get what the whole hero worship deal is. He pauses is stride to stare partially between her speechifying and his qPid, opening the document with his assignment summary on it. He'd already forgotten which hero or heroes he was supposed to look into.

Well, it's another person to speak to at least. "Some of the amazing deeds the heroes of the past performed... almost seem beyond me. Fights they won which nobody believed they could win. That is what makes the greatest heroes so amazing. And the fact that these two at least, served the public visibly, made them like... your next door neighbor when you approached them. From what I have read... they were approachable and yet steadfast." It's like Bullet is auditioning for a Tour Guide job here.

Hunter actually mistakes Bullet for a tour guide and pays a little more attention from the rear of the group and a bit further set apart from them.

From directly above the large golden doors appears a new feature that even a trained tour guide would not be aware of. A softball-sized mesh ball that hurtles for Bullet, expanding en route into a two meter-diameter spiderweb of momentarily-stiffened wire rope.

Eyes widening, Bullet reflexively speeds her reactions up. She has enough time to look around her at all of the faces, all of the young people... and she nods to herself. "Get out of here!" she suddenly yells to the kids as she surges into blurry motion, diving -into- the net that at that size, would have likely hit one of the kids after she evaded it. Already though, her hands are gripping the material of the net and flexing as she prepares to use those muscles most people forget she has.

Hunter sighs a little to himself and slips his qPid into his pocket. He steps into the crowd and ducks down a little, and easily gets lost in the crowd to conceal his escape to some nearby trees, which he ducks behind. He starts fishing out some basic gear from his backpack, but he doesn't have much. Just his collasible staff, his mask, a plethora of smoke pellets (never leave home without them!), gloves, and some rope. Shick. Really? It'll have to do. He tacks on the mask, draws up his hoodie's hood as he zips it up, and pockets what gear he has.

The mildly blurred form of Bullet flexes, grits her teeth and grunts with effort as she begins pulling the strands of the net apart. Amazingly... one of the parts snap, and then another. It's almost a chain reaction until she reaches full extension and hasn't quite... finished it. There's like one strand holding the two halves together and when she reaches full extension... it retracts like a giant rubber band and her shoulders and elbows take the brunt of it. "Move!" she says to the kids who are likely staring or taking photos or videos... though as much as a couple seconds ago, they might have at least gotten a bit of distance.

The many wire ropes automatically contracted and tangled about Bullet on contact. As she strains, it reacts again by constricting more tightly, and the fine wires can both constrict and cut. However, even metal has its limits, and many of the wires snap under her violent struggles.

The children around her scatter. If the net and her yelling are not enough, the appearance and descent of a lightly-armored and cloaked figure from above the doorway to the ground clinches it. That the figure, who appears feminine by silhouette and stature, also wields a pair of swords, certainly doesn't hurt the children's fear or speed. One of the blades is pointed at Bullet, though nothing is said.

Hunter remains hidden in the bushes, watching and trying to formulate a plan of action. He hasn't got any armor, after all. And a pair of swords could cause him a great deal of hurt if he's not careful.

Glancing up at the sword wielding woman, Bullet just narrows her eyes. She shakes her head and resets her grip... ripping the wire mesh apart with a lot less effort now, since.. most of the work was already done. Before the mesh even hits the ground though, she has vanished. A blur of movement as she ends up behind the sword-lady. "You know, it is usually considered polite to say hello before you throw things at someone." she remarks, arms folded over her torso.

The figure remains impolite as she tosses both blades up into the air. This frees her hands to grab several other, smaller blades from the belt and bandolier across her armor and launch them in Bullet's direction. All before the primary swords are returned by gravity and caught.

The tumbling blades, which were oddly hilt-forward as they arrived near Bullet, continue past the spot she no longer occupies.

Speaking in her speedy sort of voice, Bullet gestures to the swords. "Careful. Those look kinda sharp." she remarks and then she twists between the throwing blades, glancing at each as they go by. "Hey careful!" she announces as she straightens back up. "You might hit someone with those."

Hunter has to play it tricky. Well, he always does, but now especially so. His eyes plot a course. Up the tree, across some branches, somersault leap and...yeah, that would get him behind the sword lady in no time. And no one will see or hear him when he makes his move...leaving him behind Bullet's opponent a few meters back. He spins his staff as it begins to extend, and tries to thrust it towards the back of the villain's knees to knock her down.

"Seriously. It might help you if you explain what you're after here. I mean.. you never know. I might be amenable to your overall plan. It's not likely, but it is possible. And it will be a -lot- easier for you than to try to subdue me. Oh look, another hero at the hero museum. Imagine that!" Bullet transitions from one train of thought to another seamlessly and just stands there, looking all inquisitive.

Yes, another hero at the hero museum. Hardly a surprise, and a contingency likely planned for. Another mesh ball is grabbed from beneath the figure's short cloak and tossed at the staff-wielding one behind her.

As the net is thrown, Bullet surges into motion. "Okay tough girl. Time to cut that out." says Bullet as she steps in and does her level best to get a grip on her. She figures.. if she can hold the girl, the girl won't be able to reach and grab those gadgets, blades, nets, all that.

Hunter's left leg slides back and he bends his right knee as he crouches down to flatten himself against the rooftop. His left hand plants on the ground while his right hand holds his staff crosswise in front in case something else comes his way. While low to the ground, he's still prepared to spring into action.

"Now, behave." mutters Bullet as she holds the girl by the arms from behind, driving a knee up into her back to try to ... limit the girl's offensive options.

Still, the figure remains impolitely quiet. Save for the creaking of armor and possibly of breath, she makes no noise. With her arms out uselessly to the side, she must be creative and use her head. This is precisely what she does as she attempts to drive the back of her helmet into Bullet's face. Repeatedly. In a series of rapid reverse head-butts. Perhaps she is a metal fan.

"Hey, watch it!" says Bullet as that head starts moving fast. Bullet has a brief eternity to see it coming and to realize that she can't move enough to generate a miss. Here it comes. "Oh, this is going to sting." she mutters before it smacks her in the face, "Hey.." she says, and then is smacked again, "Cut that ..." she says, before she's smacked again, "Out!" she finishes after that third strike, a bit of blood seeping from nostrils now.

Ana had been inside the museum when things started and needed to find a place to change. She can do it nearly instantly but still can't do it in front of people. She comes out of the museum all in her crimson and black costume with a mask. There is a shimmer in the air around her.

"Okay. Now you pissed me off." remarks Bullet. She rolls her neck and nearly growls as she winds up and -hurls- the woman towards a nearby wall. "Stay down you silent creepy goth bitch!" she remarks.

The 'silent creepy goth bitch' is surprisingly aerodynamic and collide with the wall with an audible impact. It surely stung, though perhaps not as badly as repeated helmet blows to the face. She kips up to her feet and stretches her arms, now reconsidering given the hero quantity of the area appears to have further increased.

Hunter watches Bullet throw the silent assailant into a wall, but still isn't sure if it's a safe idea for him to keep helping without, oh, his armor...or most of his gear. He just looks like a ragtag ro with a black zipup hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, plus a mask, gloves, and staff.

Most likely this villain is specifically targeting Bullet, given the surprise attack. He vanishes in a cloud of dark smoke. Then a dark cloud reappears above and beside his target, staff aimed down like a spear as he drops and tries to drive it down into the silent villain.

Sight and sound can be misleading or absent, as Hunter is aware. He is far from the only one aware of this. The figure is aware of, not only this, but the approach of Hunter's physical mass, regardless of whether others might witness or hear it. One of the blades is lifted to deftly intercept the staff. The other is also brought around, though this one is more to part Hunter from limbs, flesh, and/or bodily fluids. It passes by his hoodiewith a few hairbreadths to spare.

Raven noticed the incident outside the museum and found s quiet nook to change. Emerging from the nuseum she sees some of the situation and rather than act offensively without knowing the facts she casts a healing spell.

Raven lifts her hands out to her sides and swarms of butterlies flutter out from her sleeves and swirl around the area of the conflict.

"Stand down Gothling." says Bullet. "Gothette?" she adds, inclining her head. "Gothette. That's your name now." she remarks as she folds her arms confidently over her torso. She's trying to project a confidence that she doesn't really feel...

The figure recently dubbed Gothette turns her faceplate to Raven, then to the surprisingly quick Kid With Hoodie, and finally returns to Bullet. The blades are stowed in a smooth motion upon her back. When her gloved hands move forward again, her right index and pointer finger extend to tap the upper right portion of her faceplate before pointing at Bullet. Her left hand drags a thumb across her throat from right to left and the thumb of the hand pointed at Bullet lowers in the gesture of a firearm hammer falling. This is the last visual of the figure, as active camouflage re-engages and she simply fades from view.

Shouldn't point fingerguns and make hammer firing motions at someone named Bullet. Literally, as the hammer begins falling, the bullet is off like... well like a shot. She streaks towards Gothette and as she notices that she might not be fast enough, she kicks in an extra burst of speed and flashes past her location, circling around to end where she started. Oh, and the little detail of the puinch she is sending towards the woman who is trying to vanish.. hoping to prevent it, or at least give her one last momento.

While the overall effectiveness is debatable, Bullet does get the satisfaction of a silent goth bitch-slap and snapping said Gothette's head to the side before it completely vanishes. That will surely improve her mood.