Log:A Bottle of Spirit, Scene 2

A Bottle of Spirit 2021/07/09 	 Bob Epsilon Firefly Magda Moonshadow Natasha Night Marshal Quiet

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It's gone 11pm on an overcast midweek night in Old Town, and this part of town is mostly getting quiet. Or it was until an alarm sounded! This turns out to be from a jewellery store, the door of which is now open. With the lights on, it's possible to see a number of heroes within the store, as well as that there has been some damage, both from brute force and fire, inside. 

Natasha is outside the store, inside a force bubble of Magda's. She's curled up on a pile of jewellery.

Firefly hovers a bit in thought. Then suddenly, the pint-sized five-inch tall heroine zips out of the jewelry store and arcs up, looking for something.

Bob watches what's going inside the store but only reacts, if not zombie slow, at least normal human fast.

Epsilon moves to rejoin the others outside now that the fire and his mind-whammy have been dealt with.

He turns back and looks at the damage he made and the power suit's shoulders sag. He stops at the door and teleports through.

Natasha looks up from her bed of gold and silver to give the incoming heroes a wave. She looks a bit embarrassed.

Night Marshal jumps off a nearby building and glides down to street level with his energy glider wings. They dissipate as soon as he touches down, and he looks around at what's happening, trying to piece together what hte alarm was.

Moonshadow tells the heroes, "It jumped into Firefly!" She looks woozy, perhaps the after-effect of her own encounter.

Night Marshal blinks. "What jumped into who?"

The grey skinned parolee, Bob, rumbles, "Possessor," in his gravelly voice.

Magda turns partially away from Natasha in her magnetic-shell time-out and towards the zooming Firefly as she emerges from the store and starts to streak off. "Firefly!!" She looks at her first trapped individual, then decides that a minute's inconvenience would be better than major destruction. Once again her hands gesture the trap-closing movement, and the magnetic walls snap into being. "Rogue sapience, apparently encouraging poor behavior in however that would manifest in the circumstances."

Natasha "speaks": "A spirit that escaped when the bottle containing it broke."

The magnetic barrier snaps into place down the street -- more off-center on Firefly (due to range) than it was on Natasha, but with both of them being smaller than normal, well, that isn't too much a danger. The hue is more electric blue than that surrounding Natasha, but Magda looks ... concerned.

Epsilon says, "It can jump between us. I don't know how to explain it- just what it felt like. It felt like all my restraints- everything society tells me is important was just, not even a thought in my mind. I'd have a thought- a goal and boom, there I was getting at that target. With Firefly's abilities- well, this could be a bit of a problem."

He nods, pausing for a moment to look at Magda- perhaps in surprise to see her specifically. It is too hard to tell considering his armor doesn't allow anyone to identify facial expressions.

"Yes, exactly that." He adds in agreement with Magda's sitrep.

Night Marshal nods slowly. "She's fast. I can see her reasonably well, but she's fast."

Natasha decides to avoid mentioning exactly how the bottle got broken. It's not her fault, after all, if silly humans place breakable things on tables that are easily knocked over while playing.

Firefly is too fast for her own good, even! She's flying with her fists ahead of her, determined by her current course of action. As the field leaps up around her, she's going too fast to stop, so she has no choice but to tighten her teensy fists and keep going. Her fists start to flare up as she charges up a blast of fire toward the barrier ahead (and all around her).

Natasha still makes no attempt to escape captivity. Though she looks a bit woefully in Magda's direction.

A searing focused blast of hot plasma pierces the barrier, burning away a big enough gap for Firefly to fly through and continue on after she maneuvers through the hole.

Magda sees the flare of accelerated plasma and blinks as the 'spark' blazes off beyond the sphere she'd made. "Well. Crap." She pauses, then looks down at Natasha. "Leave the jewelry; we'll get it after. But come on out, we might need you for dogfighting."

Natasha nods, gets up and bites at the field restraining her.

Night Marshal lets out a whistle. . o O (So don't grab the little one. Got it.)

Epsilon watches Firefly streak away and he sighs. The voice modulator makes an odd inhuman sound in response.

"I'm going to give chase. I can almost keep up with her according to my range finder. If I can keep an eye on her I can alert you guys on HeroNET and you all can meet me there." He says before he moves to follow Firefly.

Natasha (and her little pile of treaure) drop to the ground as the bubble dissipates.

"Well," sighs Magda, "let's go catch her before she does too much damage." She makes a general scooping sort of gesture, her hands held palm up for a moment, then rotated in and down as if piloting some sort of craft. "Let's get some speed, here," she murmurs, moving relatively slowly until she gathers all the nearby heroes into her 10m 'flight sphere' -- at which point she goes rapidly upwards and forward. "Someone keep an eye on Firefly."

Lien was headed for the tavern. Why not? Friday night (or Satudary morning) is a good time for a beer. En route, the sounds of relatively nearby alarms caught her ear. Hmm. Beer... or the possibility of shooting things. While definitely NOT mutually-exclusive, she can get a beer any time...

And so she turns away from the tavern and makes a brief detour into the (rather familiar) alleyway adjacent. There she triggers her 'daypack,' which dissolves itself at a near-molecular level to spread out over her form before solidifying anew.

Natasha looks down at 'her' rapidly retreating treasure, regretfully, as she is carried along.

Bob gets picked up by Magda's power and lifted into the air. He looks around, his dead eyes a bit wider than normal as he 'flies.' The big guy adjusts quickly then looks ahead at the fairly distant, for him, Firefly. HIs face smoothes as he thinks then he reaches down and tugs off one of his shoes, winds up, and throws the well worn dress shoe with the non-slip tread at Firefly. As he does, he thinks <>

While the shoe doesn't come anywhere close to Firefly, it is thrown with enough force to crack and nearly shatter a reinforced window on a nearby building before falling down to the ground.

<> Bob thinks.

Quiet's helm tips upward to follow the mass exodus/pursuit that seems to be heading rather vertically. A chase? A race? In either case, she's game. With a minor adjustment to her suits gravitics, she bounds upwards to land against the side of a nearby building, which she begins running along.

Firefly flies to Nexxron's offices in Downtown. Top Floor: Soulless executives and lobbyists. She draws up to a stop at the window to the large boardroom within. She starts to glow and burn before aiming her hands, palm forward, at the glass, trying to aim at the boardroom table within.

The window melts, and board room table catches fire! The window provided enough protection for the damage to be ongoing not instant, though. Smoke alarms go off. Startled executives fall out of their chairs trying to escape the flames.

"Not just greed then," mutters Bob. "Huh."

Epsilon doesn't have a lift, so he keeps on trucking- one foot after the other. Its cardio day!

He gasps as he sees the sudden spout of flame leaping from pretty much no wehre from his perspective. It confirms his concerns.

Natasha tries to extinguish the burning table with a burst of water from her mouth

The boardroom fills with steam and smoke as Natasha extinguishes most of the fire - and the sprinklers come on at about the same time.

Night Marshal draws his pistol and takes aim at Firefly. "This shot wont' kill her. It can't. It'll knock her out, though." He then takes the shot. Sure, the distance is far, and she's small, so it's a tough shot.

Night Marshal shakes his head as the shot goes wide. He's a decent shot, but this is the equivalent of trick shooting at this distance.

Magda goes again with the barrier, though this time it's not to completely trap Firefly, but to prevent her from moving -- or firing, hopefully -- forward. The ten-meter arc becomes a horse-shoe, preventing Firefly from torching more of the building, with the height of the barrier wrapped over the top and bottom so that she has an exit -- it's just back the way the rest of the heroes are.

Getting people in to closer combat with the enraged (?) semi-heroine is keeping Magda occupied for the moment, so she moves them closer, adjusting those who have to physically interact (like Mr. Bob) as close as she can manage. For all intents and purposes, they're all within 10m of Firefly.

Bob glances around, places his bare grey foot against Natasha's back between her wings as he says, "Excuse me, dragon," then pushes off of her forcing Natasha back out of the bubble as he uses her leverage to leap into the building.

After he crsshes through the window, the giant of a man reaches out and snags the edge of the conferecen table before whippiong it out at Firefly.

If one watches carefully, one might note that the glass cuts him badly from the window, but his flesh knits back together...and no blood spurts from the wounds.

Sadly, the table flips end over end taking out the rest of the window and misses Firefly in it's gyrations. It arcs out over the street below before gravity has it way with it.

Firefly's eyes widen behind the illuminated yellow lense of her helmet. She twists in the air in a barrel roll as the air current from the passing table helps her coast around it as it passes by.

Quiet can appreciate the occassional anger issue, maybe even assault on corporate stupidity. From what she gathers, though, someone isn't in their right mind. She can, unfortunately, comiserate with that. The large rifle stowed on her back (and it's bearer) might be capable of shooting wings off a fly at a thousand yards, but ... well, the bullets would be bigger than Firefly! Instead, she reaches out... an empty hand (?) towards Firefly. An empty hand around which her suits gravitics spin up to extend a beam of distortion towards.

Firefly slips through the fingers (?) of Quiet's gestured gravitics. She really is as annoying as a fly. "Why are you protecting them!?" she exclaims to all the heroes attacking her.

Night Marshal calls out, "Why are you attacking them!?"

"Because they're bad people!" Firefly punches a fist toward boardroom doors as the CEO wobbles his way to the exit while attempting to leave his subordinates behind. "They think they're untouchable! That they OWN everyone! People are just numbers to them!" she says with all that suppressed anger and grief she's kept bottled up, thinking of her colleagues that ended up as casualties to the corrupt.

As the plasma leaps from Firefly towards the only exit from the room, Bob, somehow, manages to leap in front of the superheated gases. It hits him square in the chest and burns away his overcoat front, his suit jacket, and his shirt...and leaves only a faint pink spot on his chest which rapidly fades.

Epsilon stops below and then focuses on the little firespout.

(Firefly! Snap out of it! Think about what you're doing! Think about what you might do by accident!)0o. He sends with his telepathy, weighing the telepathic message with hints of his own regret at being corrupted similarly & his viceral concern as the gunshot goes off. (PLEASE) He implores- perhaps a bit too hard because that wasn't a telepathic thought- it was a blast!

He'll be feeling more shame and regret shortly.

Natasha, kicked out of the force bubble by Bob, flaps her wings hard, catching herself and flying back too the window.

"No!" Firefly cries out in horror as Bob gets in the way. Her panic subsides as he proves to be okay, but the distraction helps Epsilon get the drop on her. She suddenly grabs her head and lets out a tiny little shriek of pain.

Night Marshal opens fire on Firefly again, knowing he'll have to apologize later for doing so, but if she's controlled in some way...

Another high pitched, tiny pained sound as she's shot, the blast striking her entire torso. Firefly curls up into a ball from the pain, still hovering and wobbling in the air.

The pain suddenly makes Firefly's body not such a fun place to be any more...