Log:A Private Joke

2013/03/20 	 Bard Cecila Ghost Lorelei Primal Private Joke Anthony Quinn|Quinn Scrapper Sukeban Titan 1

Lorelei has called te Princesses' Guard together this evening for their first proper meeting - largely so they can get to know each other better, including their abilities, and find out who actually decided to join in the end.

Sukeban wanders in, still a little uncomfortable in such posh settings, "Uh, yo. I'm here."

Ghost makes sure she gets there on time, and so ends up arriving way too early. So she's in the library until the designated time reading through the Undermoon newspapers in reverse order.

Ghost puts the book away and comes to the meeting room when she hears activity there. "Hello." she nods to Sukeban. "I missed the introductions yesterday. I'm Ghost."

Titan walks in quietly, waving to those already here. "Hey there."

Ghost waves back to Titan.

Scrapper slides in behind Titan, possibly unnoticed behind the much larger man.

Lorelei says, "Sit down, everyone, make yourselves comfortable, have a drink." She grins. "And then you can tell everyone what you're bringing to the team."

Sukeban sits down with a cup of tea. She place a paper bag on the table, "Uh, my fiancee told me I should bring snacks, so, uh, here. They're from a cafe in town." There's a picture of a smiling cat-girl maid on the side of the bag.

Ghost grabs a cool drink, one of the juices if any are available. She sits, picking a chair where she can see the other people without twisting her neck too badly. And waits to see who will speak first.

Titan takes a seat, but doesn't get himself anything to drink. "I guess I can start. For those of you who missed the introductions yesterday, my name is Johnathan Vasilikos. I'm also known as 'Titan'. My powers are basically...I'm strong and resilient. And, well, I'm an actor. You never really know when a skill like that will come up as necessary."

Ghost asks Titan, "How strong is strong? Champion weight lifter? Earth elemental?"

Titan smiles. "I have no idea how much an Earth Elemental can lift. Umm....I can heft cars without breaking a sweat."

Lorelei says, "You can lift a lot more than that!"

Ghost nods slowly, "Moons of Talos..." she mutters, then louder, "It's going to take me a while to adjust to this place."

Sukeban chugs her tea, then speaks, "Uh, I'm Sukeban, that's Japanese for 'female delinquent gang leader', which kind of tells ya who I was." She runs her hand through her fire-infused hair, scattering embers, "I can use fire to hurt people, or to protect myself. I'm, uh, pretty much immune to fire, I can breath smoke, and I can see heat. I can handle myself in fight without my powers if I got to. Back in Osaka, I was known as the dirtiest judo practioner in the middle-school tournament scene."

Bard enters the scene, Grilled cheese in hand. Nom nom nom he walks in to hear Sukeban's introduction. Not much he's impressed by but he does frown a bit thinking about his ex.

Lorelei nods to Marcus as he comes in, and waits for the next person's introduction.

Scrapper says, "I'm Jo. My body is infused with this force that makes me strong and durable. I just recently measured it and if things are perfect I can manage a 12 ton deadlift, but three tons is much more likely in real-world situations." She holds out her hand and a purple baseball bat with moving swirls of black and red flows out of her palm. "I can also make stuff out of the extra.""

Ghost looks to Bard as he enters and casts a glance at Scrapper before speaking. "You can call me Ghost. I'm still finding out what I can and can't do here, so I'll give you what I know I can do and leave out the uncertain. My Spetdod, the weapon adhering the the back of my right hand, delivers a range of payloads at moderate distance. My force armor will protect me against both ballistic and energy attacks. I have cyberware that makes me faster and more agile than ordinary humans or Sercians. I'm skilled in info-war and electronics. I'm also a tactical genius. But meaningful tactical evaluations depend on accurate information and this place, and your abilities, are unknown quantities. So that will be more of a factor later than now."

Scrapper says to Ghost, "You forgot to mention the magic."

Bard speaks informally initially through a mouthful fo grilled cheese then swallowing. "I'm Marcus. Musician, Singer, Rapper, Dancer, and occasionally I manipulate the fabric of reality pertaining to sound inorder to do stuff... this is good grilled cheese, I strongly advise it."

Ghost says, "That comes under the uncertain. Yes, I was a competent mage back home. But this place, both Earth and this Undermoon, are so dead and lacking in Mana that my mage abilities can't be counted on."

Lorelei frowns. "A bit more detail, please, Marcus. Your teammates will need to know what you can do in a fight."

Bard replies. "Yes. I can do stuff in a fight. really, your highness, I'm one fo the more adaptible Meta around here. But if you insist. I'm partially a metnalist, partially a ranged blaster and also I can do this." A blue glowing form appears in Marcus's free hand as he enjoys another bite of grilled cheese. It vanishes. "Yeah solidified sound. Don't think too hard on it, it makes MY head hurt."

Ghost asks Bard, "What is a mentalist?"

Bard replies. "Your mind can, if I so choose, be my play thing. Moral dilema aside, it's one of the powers I have access to."

Scrapper frowns at that but doesn't comment to Bard. Instead she says, "I think Cecila wanted to join too. I'm not sure why she isn't here. She has some sensory abilities that compensate for her blindness and can 'master' elemental earth: make it move and such."

Sukeban smirks. "Only if yer weak willed."

Lorelei nods to Scrapper. "I understand not everyone can be full times, but it's a shame she cpuldn't make this."

Bard nods to Sukeban. "There are limits, yes. But I can also simply attack the mind instead of the body is the big point."

Titan sits quietly, just listening for the moment.

Lorelei nods. "Any other questions about people's abilities? or sha -" she breaks off as a bell tolls.

Lorelei frowns. "I thought this was just going to be a get-to-know-you-session, but that sounds like trouble...."

Sukeban smirks, "Great. I like trouble."

Ghost smiles wryly, "There's nothing like trouble to speed up the getting to know you." she comments in Sercian.

Bard frowns looking at his grilled cheese in its unfinished glory.

A moment later there's an urgent knock at the door and a messenger enters. He still has avial features for a fraction of a second. He bows. "Pardon, your highness, but the alarm at the warehouse has been sounded."

Scrapper jumps up and commands, "Johnathan. First out the door. You know more people around here and are less likely to get shot on accident. Ghost, I want you between the Princess and trouble. You can stay close to her and still use your abilities." Then she pauses, trying to figure out what everybody else should do.

Lorelei says to Scrapper, "Calm down, the emergency isn't here. But it sounds like you're about to see your first official action. Get to the warehouse and see what's up!"

Flames lick out from Sukeban's skin and swirl around her. "Sounds like a plan."

Ghost makes a mental note .oO(Scrapper... impetuous.)

Ghost says, "Where is the warehouse, and how can we get there?"

Ghost thinks. o O (Moons of Talos, I'm groping around in the dark here.)

Titan nods. "Do we have quick transport to the location? Anyone? Or are we basically on our own to get there?"

Scrapper says, "Um, begging your pardon ma'am, but isn't leaving you the last thing we should do as your bodyguard? ... for that matter, so is leading you
 * into* trouble."

Lorelei says, "As I said, guarding me is not your only duty. I'll be safe enough here."

Scrapper says to Titan, "I'm not as fast as some, but I can fly you there."

Sukeban nods, "I can fly too."

Sukeban grins, "I should have mentioned that earlier."

Lorelei says, "Can you manage transport between you then? Worst comes to worst I can lend you my car, but..."

Bard lifts off the ground and begins flying towards the indicated location.

Ghost says, "Who can get there fast? Who can't," She lifts her own hand, "and those who can, can you take others with you?"

Titan gets up and nods to Scrapper, "I could leap there, but getting carried works for me."

Ghost thinks. o O (This is a shambles. We needed to have much longer to get to know each others abilities. Especially when there seems so many different abilities that are common here.)

Sukeban says, "Uh, I can fly at just over 72kph. I'm not super fast but I can get there."

Lorelei thinks. o O (I could go with them - but better they learn to wprk as a team by themselves.)

Scrapper mutters "screw it." Grabs Ghost and casts a teleport spell. Five trips later, she has Titan and Sukeban at the warehouse too.

Wharf Street, Port District

Ghost activates her force protection.

Scrapper pauses to catch her breath after casting so many spells.

Titan smiles to Scrapper after they arrive, "You know...you didn't need to do that. I appreciate the effort, though."

Wharf Street is in chaos. A riot seems to be in progress - car and house alarms are going off, fires have been set, groups of people are fighting each other or looting the businesses along it. Evidently the Undermoon warehouse isn't the only place attacked!

Flying above the city on a late night joyride Quinn picks up the disturbance at the warehouse, though he doesn't recognize what warehouse it is. Anticipating a bit of fun he flips over onto his back and dives down toward the disturbance. Rather than slamming into the ground as he so often does, however, he elects for different form of landing tonight and flips around to descend the last few hundred feet at a less breakneck speed. Once again the sound emitters in his suit kick on to blast music, but this time with a difference. In addition to the music the entire suit glows with a brilliant light and beams of brightly colored lasers cut through the night sky as the acapella chords of Freddy Mercury and Queen fill the air.


 * ♪♫ Here we are, Born to be kings,
 * ♫♪ We're the princes of the universe,
 * ♪♫ Here we belong, Fighting to survive,
 * ♫♪ In a world with the darkest power

As Quinn arrives in typically noisy fashion, some of the people on the street scream and run. Others turn and attack him - with makeshift clubs, a handgun, and, in one case, a banana.

Ghost remarks, "Looks bad. I suggest we clear the warehouse, fortifiy up inside it and wait for the riot to be suppressed." The 'hero' mindset hasn't put it's mark on Ghost yet. She's thinking in purely protecting Undermoon property mode.

Sukeban stares at Ghost, "Eh!? And miss a good rumble? No way!"

Primal is bored. A lot. It's part of the problem with having a felines attention span. So she haunts the rooftops, stalks the ice cream shops, and generally goes out looking for trouble a lot once she is finished with her archaeology homework at CBSU. With her hearing it's not hard to pick up the sounds of the chaos, the alarms, the fighting, it's like a dull roar on the horizon and one that causes the tigress' tail to twitch. A slow smile curves her full lips, fangs poking through at that and she is off like a crazy woman! Zoom she zips along the streets, leaping to rooftops, travelling towards the port and she comes to a stop perched on the nearest high building. Enter the armored form of Quinn. With a laugh Primal changes course and when he flies over head she launches herself up into the air, lightly grabs onto his shoulders, and flips herself even higher to spiral like a gymnast before she starts to fall, and fall, and fall, before she lands silently on her feet with all the grace in the world, and then some. "Well. This looks fun." She practically purrs (Thanks Q for being a good sport).

Scrapper frowns, "This is ... odd." She takes a big whiff to see if she can catch any magic on the wind.

Titan raises a brow. "I agree about defending the warehouse first, but...if we can defuse the problem, we need to do so." He takes repeated leaps on the way to the warehouse, landing near the crowds outside of it.

Ghost listens for a moment. Then shakes her head with annoyance, "Too much noise from the crowd. I can't hear what's happening inside the warehouse.

Sukeban grins, "I'm headin' down there!" She lands in the the middle of the riot, her flames swirling around her, her one visible eye glowing with an internal flame, the flame on her eyepatch lit from beneath by her other eye.

Primal flashes a smile at Sukeban, "Long time no see sweety." She says to the crazy flame woman. Meanwhile, Primal practically /reeks/ of magic. Being what she is.

Sukeban waves at Primal, "Ah! Neko-chan! Come on down and play!"

Scrapper inhales deeply, then inhales again, her expression puzzled. Then her eyes light up with comprehension and she yells out, "It is an airborne drug! We need to clear the air!"

Quinn doesn't seem too affected by the bullets or clubs. Since the people seem to be ordinary people not in their right mind he assumes some other force is responsible for their behavior and so tries to be as gentle as he can. Starting with the gentleman with the gun he unleashes a neural blast, not because he's worried about being shot but because of the concerns of stray shots and ricochets. Afterward he'll take care of that bastard with the banana.

Titan shouts in a bellowing voice to those nearby the front of the warehouse, now that he's arrived, "Everyone calm down! Now! Drop those weapons!" He points at the various people around.

The other heroes get the same treatment as Q, if not as much - some fleeing, some tuning to attack.

Ghost checks her belt is set to sealed breathing mode. "Nothing I can do about that. How about you?" she asks Scrapper. "If you can - get to it. I'm heading to check out the warehouse interior."

Those about to attack Titan suddenly flee in terror. A couple do drop their weapons as they go.

Ghost thinks. o O (Communications. We need communications.)

Titan raises a brow. "Huh. I didn't realize I was that scary. Works for me."

Primal looks towards Sukeban and shrugs, "There's nothing here for me." She nimbly avoids clubs and other weapons, "If I start fighting back, people will get hurt..." She explains, tail lashing and flicking about behind her. At the shout of drug she purses her lips, "Better not be catnip..." She mutters darkly, "I am sick and tired of people giving me catnip hoping it'll make me loopy." And she narrows her feline slitted eyes dangerously before she starts to make her way towards the Warehouse that seems to be the source of the problem, by leaping over the crowd if she has to.

Primal continues towards the warehouse!

Sukeban holds out her arms at her sides and flames spiral around them, "Time to turn up the heat. And maybe burn that drug out of the air!" There's a loud
 * WHOOMP* as the air ignites in a 16m radius around her.

The crowds cower before the sudden fire, even if it's not enough to hurt much.

Ghost darts for the warehouse door, dashing through the intervening crowd trying to avoid any interference with her movement - dancing around, behind, or sometimes under, the rioters with cyber boosted agility. If she can reach and pass through the door and enter the warehouse she will do so.

Scrapper flits back and forth between rooftops, sniffing the breezes for the source of the drug. Finally she gets directly downwind of the faint scent, turns and finds herself facing the warehouse. She points and yells "Quinn! I need you and everybody else you know that's packing a respirator in there before my team goes nuts and starts hurting people!" She smirks faintly (despite the danger) after realizing the words 'my team' rolled out of her mouth.

Ghost spots a figure searching through the goods in the warehouse but keeps quiet for now hoping to surprise him or her.

"Where's the good stuff?" says the figure in the warehouse. to himself "This is all Earth-export! Ooh - chocolate!"

Quinn looks up from the melee he is currently in as Scrapper calls his name. "Right," he says, exiting the crowd around him and heading into the warehouse by the simple expediency of activating his boot jets and flying over the crazed people before smashing through the warehouse's entryway.

With a mighty crash the roll up steel doors crumple as Quinn plows through them and into stacked up crates of coffee, spraying beans through the air. Subtlety, thy name is not Quinn.

Titan sees Q go flying through the main door, and heads over to it, just to make sure that no other rioters head inside. He does look around the interior of the warehouse, though. "Great...more property damage. Awesome." His voice is...flat as he says it.

The figure inside turns about, lighted by steetlamps now the big door is missing. He's tall and slender, and dressed in dark-coloured but ordinary clothes that seem to have been made for someone shorter but stouter. To disguise his identity, presumably, he's wearing groucho glasses too. "Oh-ho! Who's this come to play? Stupidheroes? Didn't I make a big enough distraction? Well., you look like you could make a good distraction!" And he exhales some sort of bluish gas in the direction of Titan and Quinn.

"Hey, I'm fighting heroes! Does that make me a supervillain? I'll need a name! General Mayhem? Major Distraction? No, I'll get in even more trouble if I pretend to be an officer...."

Quinn replies with, "How about Minor Inconvenience?"

The crowds run from Quinn's frightening entrance, and aren't close to Scrapper. They're also cowering from Sukeban's flames. So mostly they turn back on each other. Though the ones near Sulkeban are seeming a *bit* less crazy now - one or two even snap out of it. They're still scared, but it's a more rational fear!

The strange figure snaps his fingers. "Oh, I know! Private Joke! - Hey, no fair having sealed armour! I need some more fun people to play with!" And he bounds, in a double leap, out the hole Quinn made. "Who else wants to play?"

Primal smiles when a target makes itself known, her tail twitches, prey is leapy, and showboating. She licks her lips and her eyes half-lid. Someone might think it like she wasn't taking things seriously and perhaps she isn't but those slitted pupils of her eyes widen just slightly before she leaps through the air at Private Joke, claws first or so it appears. As she lashes out she goes to try and sink her claws into him and should she be successful she tries to slam him down on the ground, perched atop him. "Play?" she purrs fangily.

Quinn watches as Private Joke goes bounding past him. "So you've got the ability to make people go crazy and attack the nearest target?" he asks. "Hope you've got a way to turn it off."

The bad guy proves a hard thing to pounce - he's quick! He leaps away from the oncoming cat-woman.

Primal ends up missing her target and it's on the run! Now it's /really/ moving and if anything Primal seems even happier! Her tail lashes behind her and she grins, "Run squeaky run!"

Sukeban rises into the air on a pillar of flames as the air continues to burn around her. She smirks when she sees the villain. Flames spiral around her right arm and she thrusts her fist at him and scours the area with a stream of flame.

"Hey! Ouch!" says Private Joke as he's blown head over heels down the street

... to land perfectly on his feet.

Ghost hopes that the madman with the gas attack is too distracted to notice her. Sticking her head and a hand out of the doorway she switches to Stinger ammo and fires off a shot at Private Joke. Using as much cover as she can get, and if she has a shot into his back, so much the better. Good. A solid hit!

"Hey! Who did that? Like, very ow!" says Private Joke as he blown further down the street. But he lands feet-down withe the skill of a cartoon cat.

Private Joke looks back over his shoulder and exhales in the direction of Primal.

Primal sneezes and paws at her nose for a moment before she giggles, "Really? That's it?" Her tail lashes behind her and she crouches down ready to pounce, "I think the joke's on you." She purrs playfully.

Private Joke looks disappointed as the kitty doesn't seem to go wild. "Aww, you're no fun!"

Ghost figures Q is the best person to deal with the gas using madman, so she attracts Titan's attention to herself, "Hey, Titan, your mother was a Hogga!"

Titan glances around at those around him, almost like a cornered animal, especially with all of the quick moving people. He decides to focus on the one making the most noise...the one with the loudspeakers. Quinn. With an animalistic growl, he leaps toward the man, and takes a swing at Quinn's chest.

Scrapper, noting all attention at ground level launches herself in a high arc to come down on Private Joke from straight up. At the last second, she holds her breath and a purple round shield appears beneath her feet.

Private Joke is knocked flat but again rolls to his feet. "Hey! Aren't heroes supposed to fight fair? You're ganging up on me!"

Quinn is knocked butt over teakettle by the blow from Titan's fist, the shock buffeting him within his armor. He stands and shakes his head. "All right, we need to take this back outside," he says, using his bootjets to exit through the large hole he plowed in the door the first time (or alternately, creating a new one if Titan blocks the old one).

Ghost thinks. o O (I figured armor suit guy was smart. He's ignoring the victim, Titan, and going after the cause, that gas exhaling madman. He'd be a good addition to the Princesses' Guard.)

Cecila seems to have been the slowest one to get here but as she arrives she rips up a section of the parking lot and it forms up around her body like armor. Naturally she takes stock of the situation and decides she'll deliver the beatdown to. Naturally her attention is caught by Private Joke who doesnt seem to be attacking anyone and well who knows it might be mind control! She moves her hands about, a small boulder comes flying up out of the ground which she promptly punches in her target's direction

Private Joke rolls to his feet after being stuck, once again. "And more ouch! What is this, a stupidhero convention?"

Private Joke may be totally nuts, but he's not stupid. He knows this isn't going his way. "I need to find some people to play with who breathe more!" he says, and leaps off inthe direction of Chinatown, in two 20-metre leaps.

Primal frowns as the clown takes off in those bounding leaps and she takes off after him. Toe claws dig into concrete and asphalt for traction, leaving furrows behind as she starts to run, picking up speed as she chases her quarry down. She slides to a stop in front of him, claws digging through the asphalt as she places a hand down for traction, spinning around on that pivot point to face off against Joke. "Tsk. You're not getting away that easy. You can't escape me. Give up before I have to hurt you yes?"

Private Joke grins. "Oh, such a pretty kitty! You I'd like to play with - but your friends are no fun!"

Ghost looks at Private Joke bounding away and curses. She's not going to catch him up and he's out of range for an effective shot. So she calls out to the others in the team, "I'll secure the warehouse. Go catch him if you can." Then she turns to regard Titan. A step takes her to a CO2 fire extinguisher. .oO(Maybe this will make him cough, get the drug out of his lungs) she thinks, and swings it up to try and spray Titan in the face with the fire extinghuisher.

Titan had actually been starting to calm down, now that the fighting was moving away from him...including Mr. Loud Noise Maker. He'd be safe here. At least...until he's hit in the face with the CO2. He turns to regard Ghost as a threat. A threat to be crushed Hulk-style. Only...he then blinks, and starts to recover. "Uh...what's going on?"

Scrapper silently launches herself at Private Joke, a purple aerodynamic shield forming around her body for added speed as Primal holds his attention.

Ghost calls up to Titan, "You got gassed. The thief is heading down the docks towards the coffee shop area. Some others are going after him. The riot is quieting down."

Ghost then tells Titan, "I can't catch up with the thief. I'll stay and secure the warehouse if you want to go after him. Hold your breath if you do."

Primal smiles fangily, tail lashing back and forth behind her even as she absently tracks the fly by of Scrapper as she shoots past the Joke. "Oh honey, you couldn't handle me on your best day." She straightens up and walks almost lazily towards him, reaching up with one hand to run claw across her bottom lip, "Can't even tell what you look like under that silly getup. No sense of style..." she shrugs lightly and then lashes out, almost faster than the eye can see. Both hands slashing towards Joke as she tries to rend him with her claws!

Titan nods to Ghost, "Thanks." He looks down at his mostly ruined shirt, and sighs quietly. He then takes a deep breath, and holds it, leaping once to outside, and then again another 18m toward the villain, following the group.

Quinn soars into the sky after the fleeing Joke. "Slippery little bugger, aren't you?" he says as he tries to draw a bead on the fleeing villain. "Can't...get...a lock....Ah, screw it." He throws both arms back as a wide beam emerges from his chest, exploding in wave of concussive force as it strikes the ground.

Private Joke is bowled over in a northerly direction, but once again lands upright.

And the world explodes. Or something like that. Primal is flung into the air, the feline flipping gracefully to land on her feet mostly unhurt though she is a tiny bit frazzled and scuffed from the blast. She lifts a clawed hand to her mouth and coughs once, "Going to need a bath now..." She miou's in annoyance.

"Whee, that's fun!" says the madman.

Scrapper is so light that she flies back about 4 meters, but lands unharmed

Ghost searches the warehouse, listening and looking, to make sure there are no injured workers of security in it needed help.

Ghost finds some workers - cowering in a corner. Luckly they proved nonviolent.

Cecila shakes her head as the guy takes off... Naturally she decides to follow and slides along. The pavement and ground shaping themselves to propel her forwards as she closes in on the guy. No doubt two 20m leaps is easy enough for her sense to detect. Naturally she's going for the 'lets bulldoze the guy' method of brute force.

The sort of horizonal avalanche hits Private Joke and sends him flying face-first into a building. He drops to the ground. On his back. "No fair hitting me with buildings!" he says as he passes out.

Primal blinks as the man gets hit by a flying avalanche and gets sent face first into a wall. She smiles and licks her lips. It's only going to be a matter of two seconds, at most, before she would be leaping onto him and securing him, physically, unless he's stronger than she is... which could happen. He is insane after all.

Scrapper summons a four foot long sword. "Temporary insanity is a legal defense, right?"

Q shakes his head to Scrapper as he comes in for a landing. "Not in this case," he says, "at least not in any way that would count. He would still be locked up in a psych ward until they can determine he's not a danger to himself or anyone else."

The crowd is pretty well calm now, not least because of the efforts of Bard and Sukeban. The police move in cautiously.

Cecila was totally getting ready to run the guy over again but realizes he's not actually getting up at this point "Oh yeah...In your face... Well actually I guess it's more like a brick wall in your face but still" she laughs briefly and goes "Woohoo!" with youthful enthusiasm and starts making a few bodybuilder-type poses while still wearing that suit made up of parking lot... which totally makes her look like 3 times bigger and stronger than she normally looks.

Scrapper raises the sword in a two-handed grip like a baseball bat. "No, I meant me."

Primal looks at Scrapper and hisses softly, "Don't even joke about it sister." Her voice mrrowly but not in a friendly way. Assuming she has no difficulty in pinning Joke's hands behind his back and keeping a knee in the small and center of his back to keep him pinned and unable to move, and presumably, breathe crazy gas at people.

Scrapper grrs and settles for muzzling him with her force.

The Earth Marshalls appear on the scene with remarkable efficiency, to take Private Joke away.

About 5 minutes after the Earth Marshall take Private Joke away, the Earth Marshalls turn up to take him away.