Log:Live Firework, Scene 3

Live Firework 2007/09/27 	 Icon Jennifer Wraith Spirit Tempest ("Wind" and "Lightning") the Living Firework 3

The summer is over, but the weather's not too bad still: a pleasant enough day, with a light breeze, if a few dark clouds. Main Street is busy: even though the height of tourist season is past there are still a lot this year, and of course the students are back in town.

Dorian is walking north from the library, heading uptown toward the city center, having just returned a book.

Jennifer is seated on a bench in the grounds of the Art Museum. She's got a sketch pad on her knees and is working on a pencil drawing of the sculpture on display in front of her. Other high school students from the same class are dispersed throughout the rest of the museum grounds.

After a long time away from the place she had come to call home Lisa has finally arrived back. Having spend a short while evaluating the state of the coffee shop she now moves through the city, see what has changed. Still unused to the normal life Lisa is moving through the streets invisibly and in her body armour.

Icon floats along the rooftops, surrounded by an amethyst colored light. He is holding a paper cup of sort, holding his latte. He glances around a bit, sipping his drink o O (Ahhh, c'est si bon.. tres formidable.)

The breeze abruptly picks up. It blows over the pages on Jennifer's sketch pad. In mere seconds it's stronger still, and threatening to spill Icon's coffee. To the east the sky is now churning with dark clouds.

Icon grips his cup and looks around quickly. o O (Quoi?) He decides to move downwards and take advantage of a building for wind protection.

Wraith pauses, feeling the gathering wind through the cracks in the armour.

From the east, where the storm seems to be centred over the Upper East Side, comes a roll of thunder - and a series of explosions like fireworks going off.

Icon glances over and mumbles o O (Un fete?) then floats towards the source of the thunder.

Dorian raises a brow,. o O (Same woman again? Best check it out, I guess.) He changes to his Spirit form in a flash of light, and takes off into the sky, leaving a trail of light behind him...and he heads toward the 'storm'.

Wraith turns to look east, shivering slightly, Hawaii had been far warmer. Pulling back into the lea of some buildings she slowly allow the invisibility to slip form her.

Jennifer looks up in irritation at the threatening sounds while trying to hold onto her fluttering sketch pad. "It's nothing to do with me. I've retired." she mutters... once more. Although the storm is new. Maybe it isn't the same woman? Now just see, if I slip over behind that brush I can skip out without the teacher spotting me. First though her sketch pad is put away safely in a waterproof wrap. Then she starts moving.

Jennifer gets the pad away just before the rain starts falling. The winds continue to whip up, and the lightning can be seen now too.

Spirit continues upward, not worrying too much about lightning. He looks about for where the firework sounds might have come from.

Wraith starts to climb a fire escape to reach a roof for a better veiw, the weather report said nothing about a storm, and that never boded well.

Jennifer grins as she holds her face up to the rain. Her school bag holds a lot of gear, of a nature to shock the school security if they ever searched it. But an umbrella wasn't among the collection. She heading eastwards towards the center of the disturbance.

Spirit pauses for a moment, hovering as he looks around...and then flies off in the direction of the three flying metas he spotted, bringing up some sort of shimmering light shield as he gets closer to the group.

Icon peers at something, then floats eastwards to get a better look at things. He notices Spirit flying off, and decides to follow along.

Wraith looks around for a speedyway to follow after the group of fliers, "Looks like I could do with a lift somehow." Muttered to herself and starts to move across the rooftop.

Upper East Side

The firework woman is flying low around the street, clearly trying to run from the pair following her, about whom the winds are swirling. Every now and then a blast of lightning narrowly misses her.

Jennifer detours slightly on her way east to grab a hoverboard leaning up against a wall beside a group of chatting teenagers. "I'll return it soon!" she tells the youths in passing, hopping onto the board and moving off at a better velocity.

Jennifer activates her force armor while she's moving. Just in case.

Spirit arcs downward, trying to interpose himself between the woman and the two pursuers holding up his hand in a 'stop' motion, "Hold it! What's going on here?"

Wraith now down at street level the black armour of Wraith pounds along the sidewalk, "A car, or even a simple push bike....."

Jennifer can hardly believe her eyes. That armored figure ahead of her. That's Wrath. Or Waith. Something like that. She's not been seen in the city for ages. But she was supposed to be on the side of the good guys. "Hey," Jennifer yells as she swerves around pedestrians, "want a lift, Wrath?"

The lightning figure laughs and says something in Cantonese. And then shoots a lightning bolt at Spirit from his fingers. He gives the impression of someone who enjoys his powers.

Spirit doesn't know anything about Cantonese, but he understands lightning being shot at him...he tries to reflect it back at the attacker.

Spirit shakes his head, "Wonderful...going to start a brawl immediately without talking. Figures."

Wraith glances back at someone calling her name and waves to the figure on the board, "That would be very helpful."

Icon glances at the sudden throwing and reflecting of lightning bolts, shaking his head in disbelief. He concentrates a bit, quickly wrapping himself in the protective aura of his psychokinetic forcefield. He glows brightly with wisps of amethyst light flickering across and around him.

The lightning sparks against Spirit's energy shield and rockets back toward the lightning figure...missing by several feet.

You hear Icon's voice inside your head: << Pardon madame, but what is happening, why are they chasing you? >>

Jennifer swerves around a fire hydrant and grabs Wraith up with casual ease in passing. "Hi. I'm Jennifer. Anywhere you'd like to go in particular?

The other figure just flies past Spirit with the lighting-guy in tow. He seems to be shouting at him, though it's a bit hard to tell over the wind.

Wraith chuckles softly, "After that pair of gangland menace's, I have a feeling they need to be stopped or someone's going to get dead. Oh and nice to met you." The voice has a slight ethereal slant to it, otherworldly but not unpleasant.

Jennifer grins as she turns her head momentarily to look at Wraith, "Sure thing. I was heading that way myself."

Jennifer continues on the hoverboard travelling at a good velocity and closing the distance on the thankfully circling fliers. One hand fumbles in her jacket pocket and comes out holding a small white object the size of a golfball. She throws it up at the pair picking a time when they are as far away from the firework woman as they get. In fact after a moments thought Jenn aims a couple of meters further away from the firework woman.

Jennifer says, "Blasted wind. Blowing the grenade of course."

The pair are caught in the margin of the grenades blast - but don't seem to be affected. Though they have noticed Jennifer now...

Wraith says, "You threw a what!!!"

Jennifer sighs, "Didn't even affect them either. Oh well no point trying that again. Wrath, you might want to consider being ready to dive off the hoverboard if they take a dislike to me doing that."

Jennifer says, "Flash grenade. Standard SG issue."

You hear Icon's voice inside your head: << I have a daring idea, fly towards a building to lure them towards it. I'll trick them into believing the building is farther away. >>

The other member of the pair does indeed seem to have taken a dislike to Jennifer. Or her hoverboard at least. He gestures at it, still flying.

A suddenly wind rushes past the board, but not so close Jenn can't swerve to avoid it.

The firework woman suddenly starts flying quickly right toward a house.

Spirit turns to follow the two murderous miscreants after they pass him, flying after them a bit to close the gap, and lets loose with a beam of light from his hands toward Wind (for lack of a better name), only instead of a laser, it's a brilliant flare.

Jennifer laughs as the sudden gust of wind whips at the board, "This is fun! I'm starting to understand how Ivy Chan used to feel." she says while swerving the hoverboard down the kerb into the street and then bouncing it up the kerb again and gliding along the top of a bench seat.

Spirit sets his jaw as the flare goes wide, striking a building. "Last chance to stand down..."

The lightning guy doesn't seem to care. He lets rip at the firework-woman.

Wraith balances awkwardly, "Ivy who? Never mind."

He misses once again, leaving a smoking patch of lawn.

Wraith raises a hand, "Ok, lets see how well you can fly you lightning flinging maniac." A hissing arch of energy leaps from the gloved hand and spirits it's way towards the target

The answer unfortunately seems to be: he can fly quite well.

Jennifer asks her passenger, "Sensory overload?"

Wraith sways slightly, "Thats right. But he doesn't seem bothered by it."

"Foolish girl!" he says in thickly accented English. "I am living thunderstorm. Lightning is not blinded, thunder is not deafened!"

Jennifer says, "His sight at least is shielded. From his boasting his hearing is too. Lightning eh? You wouldn't have a water cannon on your somewhere?"

Jennifer chuckles, "Uh, forget that. It's raining already. He'd not be around if water worried him."

Wraith jokes softly, "I left it in my other ethereal dimension."

Icon glances at the flying duo then smiles a bit. He concentrates on the true controller of flight and decides to have some fun.

You all notice a house a block or so down the street. It looks rather decayed, and is mostly notable for having a couple of police cars outside it.

Icon shakes his head, as he seems not to gain the proper mental contact.

Jennifer runs the hoverboard flat out to try and close the gap that's opened up. "I can't keep up with them if they try to make a break for it." she tells Wraith.

"Wind" says something in Cantonese and gestures at the firework woman, while continuing to fly away from Jennifer.

A whirlwind swirls into existence about the living firework, who appears trapped. She sends sparks in all directions.

The firework-woman manages by effort of will to hold herself together, but her struggles to get free are futile.

Spirit continues following the two storm meta's, flying after them. He builds up a bit of energy in his fists, and lets it loose at Wind.

Spirit doesn't bother saying anything as the beam hits the man...after all, they were warned.

"Wind" goes ploughing into the street, but somehow he doesn't look nearly as hurt as he should have been - rather his body gives a little, as if it's not quite solid.... Still, he looks rather surprised by the force of the blast.

Then "Lightning" takes a crack at the firework, still held in the whirlwind.

Strangely, though the firework crackles in pain at that, she actually ends up glowing brighter than ever!

Wraith draws back a hand and whips it forwards again, a line flies up billowing into a net that writhes and heads on a course to entangle Lightning. Waith hopes the illusion will make the airborne villain slow down and spend time avoiding it.

Jenn continues to close - between her, the illusory net and Spirit the two are cornered, for now.

"Wind," seeing his brother being ineffective, tightens the whirlwind about the woman.

"Lightning", for his part, looks about and decides that Spirit may be the biggest threat after all - and tries a new trick...

This time the lightning strikes Spirit - but from the sky, catching him off-guard.

Spirit is blasted down the street, but not hurt much.

Icon glances around at the flying lightning bolts and grenades. He concentrates and surrounds himself in an amethyst globe. He looks at Lightning and decides to strike out.

Lightning gives a cry of pain. His mind, at least, seems to be his weak spot.

Icon looks at Lightning and send forth another attack, striking at his inner psyche.

"Lightning" holds his head in his hands and doubles over in pain!

Icon stares deeply into the mind of Lightning, tearing it apart psychically. He smiles a bit, o O (Bah... weak minded.)

"Wind" says something to his brother in Cantonese, and suddenly flies straight into the air, pulling the little tornado containing the firework woman with him. The police down the street are at least paying attention now.

Wraith continues the illusion attempting to hem in the villains for the other heros to bring down.

Wind stops short in his escape, fooled by the illusion.

Icon floats upwards into the sky, allowing distance between him and the attackers. He looks to Wind this time and concentrates on him.

Wind winces, but says to Icon, "Do not make the mistake of thinking I am the weak one. Let me pass, and I will let you live."

Icon says back, "Release your prisoner, and you are free to pass."

Icon points to Lightning, "Otherwise I will tear into your brothers mind and leave it ruined!"

'Wind' hesitates, but returns, "Then I will tear into your city and leave it ruined!"

Icon looks around and says, "This is not my city."

Icon smiles and says, "Pass now and hunt again, or have a dribbling comatose brother, choose wisely."

'Wind' looks about at the heroes. "Your terms are acceptable. No point of honour is at stake." He releases the firework woman.

Icon motions upwards and says, "Your path is cleared, go quickly."

Wraith looks between Icon and the Storms and frowns in the confines of the helmet. With a flick of a hand the net vanishes.

And go he does, with his brother, swift as the wind.

Icon looking towards the police, "I cannot predict their behavior. So common they are, quick to fire guns." then floats towards the released prisoner.

Wraith glancing over to the police she backs away slightly, "So what was that all about?"

Actually, the police seem to be glad not to have to fire on metas, and put their guns away quickly. One looks back at the old house and scratches his head. The other points at the assembled heroes.

THe firework-woman crackles, "THey were trying to kill me! For a moment I thought they had."

Icon looks at the woman and says, "And why for what reason did they have to kill you?"

"To stop me from talking! I'll bet Tim Lee hired them. He's the one that did this to me!"

Icon nods and says, "Did what to you?" then pauses, "I think you need to start at the beginning."

Wraith moves over, giving the cops a wide berth, "Might be a good idea."

"Turned me into this!" She sweeps an arm down over her body.

One of the cops starts coming toward the heroes.

Wraith shakes head, "How did it happen?" In the dark visor of the helmet she keeps an eye on the approaching police officer, they still made her twitchy despite all that had happened.

Icon nods and says, "He transformed you, fascinating."

Icon looks over at the building the cops were near, "What happened over there?"

"He didn't mean to. He almost killed me! Tried to blow up the factory where I work. Only I didn't die...."

The cop comes up to the assembled heroes, and say bluntly, "You capes are used to dealing with weird stuff, right?"

Icon looks over at the cop, the look of pure annoyance, "Pardon, capes? Weird stuff?" then glances back at the woman, "This woman is a witness in arson, attempted murder, and kidnapping. I suggest you help her gain justice."

He looks at the woman, then says, "Hey - aren't you supposed to be dead? After you tried to blow up half of Ming Street -" It's at this point he realises he ought to be arresting her.

Wraith takes the diversion to quietly vanish from sight and head back to home, someone else could deal with the police.

Icon looks over at the woman, "Really? You tried to blow up Mind Street? Pourquoi? The hideous green dragons perhaps?" then nods, "Dreadful sight, so, hmmm, passe."

The cop looks very nervous as he says, "Um, I'm afraid, uh, ma'am you'll have to um accompany me down to the station...."

At which point the firework-woman says something very unladylike and takes off like a rocket.

Icon looks at the officer, "Is there a warrant for her arrest?"

The officer nods. "Like I said, she tried to blow up Ming Street...."

Icon concentrates and focuses on the fireworks womans mind.

The woman lets out a distant cry, probably as much of anger as of pain, and accelerates, but dropping lower to break line of sight.

Icon floats upwards into the sky to gain vision of the fleeing woman.

"Hell of a day," mutters the cop. "First exploding rats and then people dying of old age and thunderstorms from nowhere and now villains coming back to life....."

Icon concentrates again at his fleeing target, again trying to stop the woman.

Icon floats to regain his LOS, flying in pursuit.

Icon shakes his head, o O (Sacre dieu, truly bizarre in this town, such disrespect for the law.)

Icon focuses again on her mind, trying to cause enough pain to stop her.

She drops out of the sky!

Icon focuses on her collapse from the air, keeping his attention to her. He yawns a bit o O (Oh la la... I grow tired of this...)