Log:Wasp Venom, Scene 22

Wasp Venom 2013/10/21 	 Silver Spider Mind Wasp Forge Felicia Alistair

22

Champions Mush - Monday, October 21, 2013, 9:49 PM

Golden Sands

''Golden Sands is one of the most modern parts of Colonial Bay, with new and innovative buildings and home. As late as the 2030s the worst of the city slums were here, but new city refurbishing plans it has turned into one of the more vogue places to live and work. The southwestern part is residential, while the northeastern part is primarily for businesses, especially along Golden Sands Road itself. In each part the streets are broad and lined with tasteful and decorative streetlamps, and the residential streets are lined with trees also, notably proud oaks. Each of the buildings is designed to be unique and yet and to blends with its neighbors, and the businesses here too tend to be unusual and specialized. ''

''The name sometimes surprises visitors: the district has no shorefront, but rather takes its name from the road, which was the road the wealthy of Colonial Heights used to take to reach the sands themselves. ''

The search for a mentalist with unusual medical needs is a bust, but Chandrika is right about the money. Kagiso Adamini has been spending lots of it and has to keep track of her bills. A search of the access to her bank accounts produces a hotel room for one in the Golden Sands district. The room is rented to a Miss Smith, but Johannesburg money is paying for it.

. o O (This is it...) Silver Spider swings skulkingly from building to building in Golden Sands, gauging her approach carefully to figure out where the room is and land on the building in such a way that she descends downwards towards the room from above, clambering down as she keeps an eye on the surrounding area. o O (Watch for Diamont Clones. Those guys are tough.) She stays flat, close to the building, keeping to the glassy sections at night.

 Silver Spider says, "This is Silver Spider. I believe I'm closing in on Kagiso Adamini's location. Wait for confirmation before descending on this place. Keep an eye out for Diamont Clones."

Mind Wasp doesn't see Silver Spider. She paces her hotel room, dressed in a black Quinntex bodysuit with a force field belt around her waist on full blast.

 Malcolm says, "You're what now?!"

 Silver Spider says, "I'm just above a hotel room in Golden Sands. She's aware something is going to happen. Get here as soon as you can. I have to disable her as swiftly as possible. If she is not there when you get there, take me out and make sure I'm not mind controlled."

Silver Spider crashes through the 7th floor window, scattering shards of glass in all directions. "Hi! I'm Silver Spider! This is the city I swore to protect. And someone, namely you, has been making a whole lot of trouble. You're busted. You've caused a lot of people a lot of pain. Starguard wants to have a long conversation with you. Me? I just want you behind bars for a long, long time." She lands in a graceful stance in front of Mind Wasp and cocks back a fist, crackling with bioenergy. "There was something they used to say in the old days in the comics. Oh, yeah. Kapow!" She drives a fist into Mind-Wasp's face, carefully aimed...

Silver Spider winces. "Ow. That looked like it hurt way more than I thought."

Mind Wasp fly's backward through the interior wall of her bedroom and lands in the suite's living room. The force field is amazingly durable and she is almost totally unharmed.

Silver Spider leaps forward, tumbling relentlessly before sticking to the ceiling. "I wonder if you're as resistant to energy as you are to being punched in the face. Some spiders can generate a bioelectric shock. Unfortunately for you, I happen to be one of them. Sort of. In a roundabout quasi-genetic kind of way." She lowers her hand and fires off a bolt of bioenergy, blue-green cycling sparkles rocketing towards the villainess.

 Silver Spider says, "This lady paid for the force field of the gods! Who built this thing?"

Mind Wasp is blasted through the floor, crashing into the hotel room below amidst surprised screams from the people below. She does not immediately jump to her feet, stunned by the blast.

Silver Spider blinks. "Well, that answers that. Sorry, folks. Didn't mean to disturb you're soiree. Holy Crap! Knox Pooley? Is that YOU?" Silver Spider blinks for a moment as she stares into the room below. "No way..."

Mind Wasp lays, stunned and unmoving, at least for the moment.

Silver Spider leaps down through the hole and past the Knox Pooley lookalike, standing on the edge of the bed while she looks around. o O (Got to end this quickly. These people are scared, and Knox will roast me in the press.) "Sorry about this, folks. This lady's dangerous." She levels her hand at Mind Wasp again and fires off another energy bolt.

Mind Wasp again flies through a wall, passing into the hallway of the sixth floor and beyond the hallway into another hotel suite. When she finally comes to a rest, she isn't moving and the force field belt sputters off.

Silver Spider gives a snappy salute. "Sorry about that." She says as she scuttles towards Mind Wasp. "I'll take that for Starguard. One of their agents might need a force field belt." She hurriedly checks over Mind Wasp to make SURE that she's unconscious and not crippled, but in a readied state so that any wakefulness is met with a hearty zap.

Mind Wasp is very unconscious, but surprisingly has no broken bones or even serious bruises.

Forge comes hurtling across town from the Alien District. He's moving just as fast as he can by means of SPRING LEGS, bouncing from roof top to roof top, sproinging down boulevards, and even sailing over some buildings in a single bound. Even so, Forge shows up to the party late - slamming into the side of the hotel building just as Silver Spider starts up the light show in the suites.

Springing up the side of the building toward the ravaged 7th floor window, Forge almost seems to step off an invisible elevator and into the room. He moves quickly, following the trail of destruction into the next room, down a floor, and across a hall. Looking around quickly, Forge intones, "Are you you, Spider?"

Silver Spider looks down at Mind Wasp as she checks the woman's pulse. "Do you want to shoot me to find out? I'm pretty sure if I was here and she wasn't, you were supposed to shoot me." She winks an eyeslit.

 Silver Spider says, "Mind Wasp is down. Backup has arrived."

Silver Spider turns to look at Forge. "Keep an eye out for those clones. We need to get her to Starguard, pronto."

Mind Wasp is a tall mulatto woman with a nipped 20 inch waist and honey-yellow sclera for her eyes. Her hair is in small tight braids. She is dressed in a black Quinntex suit that is yellow where it reflects light. A complex wrist unit is built into her left gauntlet. A force filed belt rests nearby.

Metal cables erupt out of Forge's shoulders and back, writhing and waggling about the air around him like a nimbus. He shifts his gaze around the room as he starts toward Silver Spider and Mind Wasp, still frowning a bit. "I'd have to settle for punching you. Not really equipped to shoot anyone," mutters Forge as he looks Mind Wasp over thoughtfully.

Silver Spider carefully removes the wrist unit. "Hopefully, you'll get fired for everything you did. Hopefully, you kept some information on this wrist unit. Let's go..." She scoops up Mind Wasp and webs her tight, putting extra webbing over her eyes and mouth, but not her nose. "I'm not giving anyone named "Mind Wasp" a chance to see us and issue commands of any sort."

Silver Spider thinks. o O (The worst part is, this could be a dupe.)

Forge looks at the wrist unit, considering it for a few moments. He shrugs before turning around to lead the way back out of the suite. "Pretty sure that thing's for the teleporter," comments Forge, "But who knows. Data storage is so compact these days."

Silver Spider blinks. "Hold on..." She says icily. "Penetrator's nearby. Let's go." She looks to Forge. "If you can make some sort of shield for us, go out the window first. He's gonna tail us, and I can't use transmat, so if we have to, you're gonna take her to the transmat and get her to Starguard while I fight them off."

Silver Spider turns to Forge. "I can go first if you want. But it won't be nearly as pleasant."

Alien District

''The Alien District is long and thin, stretching north and south on either side of StarDancer Boulevard, but of great historical significance: here aliens made first contact with the superhero StarDancer herself. A bronze plaque in the middle of the boulevard, toward the southern end of the district, commemorates this momentous event, while as does a park further north, with a statue of StarDancer and the alien shaking hands. ''

''The architecture and style of many of the businesses here shows profound alien influence, even ones built more recently than the initial alien craze, as if here the fashion never went away. This alien flare manifest in the products too, and if you are lucky you may even see some actual aliens here. ''

Mind Wasp flops about, all unconscious-like but appears to be stirring toward consciousness.

Silver Spider keeps Mind Wasp in her grip as she holds a force field belt and some sort of data device, keeping an eye out for trouble as she swings towards Starguard with Forge nearby. "We've been lucky so far. We've got to get her to a place where international law actually holds sway so she can do some time. Hopefully this is her and not a proxy mind-controlled by her."

Alistair and Felicia are just standing near the StarDancer statue, with Alistair standing in what is best described as a small impact crater. What they are discussing appears to be nothing of consequence, so far.

Mind Wasp mutters blearily, still not quite awake. "Help me. He's going to get me."

Forge is springing through the night air after Silver Spider and Mind Wasp. He frowns slightly at her mutterings. "Who's going to get you?" inquires the metal man as he shoots a concerned look toward Spider.

Silver Spider blinks as she hears only "Mfft. Mfft. Mfft." "What was that?" She offers as she swings towards Starguard.

Felicia sits astride a rather battered looking bike in conversation with Alistair in the shadow of the Star Dancer statue. At the sound of new arrivals her head swivels and she stares at the newcomers. there's Spider, large as life and twice as ornery, carrying an unconscious Bee? Doesn't seem right but if a big name like Spider wants to beat up on other meta-humans who's going to stop her? Certainly not Felicia.

Silver Spider turns to Forge. "This one's on you. I am not letting this one get away." o O (Because she came this close to blowing up my life and making it hell on earth with her actions.)

Alistair looks up at the new arrivals, and then tilts his head a little bit, "Hey! Malcolm!" He calls out, "What the hell, man. You just run off with no explanation, and then you come back escorting some unconscious chick. Whisky Tango Foxtrot, dude."

Silver Spider turns to Alistair and blinks as she keeps swinging for Starguard. "Got a question for you..." She thumbs at Alistair. "Who is that guy?"

"Alistair. He's a buddy of mine; good guy in spite of the whole, y'know, demon look," replies Forge. He descends from the air, spring-ensconced legs absorbing the impact before propelling him back into the air after Silver Spider again. Looking over at Alistair, he offers a shrug in mid-air, "It's complicated. I'll explain later?"

Silver Spider nods. "Got it." She keeps swinging for Starguard. "Get out of my head..." She says icily to Mind Wasp. "If you want to try and use mentalism on me, one mistake and I swear I will let you splat all over the pavement. I'm having a number of very bad days thanks to you. So let's talk about hard time and prison, shall we?" She lands outside of Starguard headquarters. "Yoo-hoo! Can I come in! I brought you guys a present!

Felicia leans over to confide to Alistair. "Beaches, abrupt mysterious departures, costumes, two women, one of them unconscious, this reminds me so much of prom..."

"Did you go to Midtown High also?" Alistair asks in response to Felicia's comment. Damn right Malcolm, or Forge, whatever he's going by tonight, will explain later. If there was a super power fight and he just left Alistair behind, the demon's gonna be pissed.

Forge lands in a neat three-point stance beside Silver Spider. He glances at her, then at Mind Wasp, and then at the doors to Starguard. With a shrug, the metal man moves forward and swings the door open, commenting, "After you."

Silver Spider dips and slings Mind Wasp over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, then gently burps her as she steps through the doors. "This should be interesting." She says as she trundles inside.

Starguard Gamma, Reception Area

''The reception area has muted black tiled floor, with the walls and roof painted off-white. The secretarial desk enclosure is barely twenty feet from the double set of glass doors. To its left is a large double-hinged door ominously labeled 'Security'. A seating area full of soft couches is to the right. Down the hallway that leads deeper into the building is the office of the Director of Operations and the exit to the landing field outside. ''

Silver Spider turns to the receptionist. "I honestly don't think you should allow her any contact with any of the others. She's a telepath by the name of Mind Wasp. Realistically, you should prevent her from talking or making eye contact with anything and she should be interrogated from a room with completely mirrored walls."

Silver Spider winks an eyeslit. "Can you tell I do this a lot?"

Forge strolls in after Silver Spider, nodding to the receptionist. "I think we're fresh out of completely mirrored interrogation cells, but we probably have a Psychics Club VIP Lounge online." The metal man casts a glance toward Mind Wasp's slowly stirring form, slung over Spider's shoulder as it is, regarding her for a few moments before looking back toward the receptionist. "I'd like to dump her in an isolated interrogation cell. She's dangerous as hell."

The receptionist nods, "Room 3 it is then."

Silver Spider nods. "Thank you. Make sure that whatever telepathic dampers you have available are applied to this woman's cell as swiftly as possible. I'm not kidding. You guys have to figure out everything she's guilty of, and charge her with it twice."

Silver Spider turns to Forge. "I'm sorry I hogged all the action. I can't believe Knox Pooley was in the room when I smacked her the second time. This is going to be so bad for my image."

"Knox Pooley? That angry journalist guy?" Forge looks befuddled for a few moments. His metal exterior also seems to be receding into his normal, human skin. A generic Star Guard training outfit emerges as well as the metal returns whence it came. "I didn't see him. Guess he must've fled when you put the hole in the floor of his room?"

After a moment or three, Malcolm adds, "You're safe, she's in custody. That's what matters here, not who got into a slug fest with her."

Silver Spider nods thoughtfully. "Look. I just don't want to be a glory hound. You guys did all the work, I just followed the money and punched her a lot."

Silver Spider thinks. o O (Which, considering she almost ruined my life and Regan's, was very, very satisfying.)

"Like I said. What's important is you're safe and she's in custody. I call that a good day's work," replies Malcolm. He shrugs a little bit, leaning slowly back against the wall in the hallway outside of interrogation. "Just a matter of keeping things that way, I think."

Silver Spider turns to Malcolm. "Look, one of us needs to watch Starguard for a few days. Those Diamont Clones are big trouble."

"It'd be a lot easier for me, I work here," replies Malcolm. He rubs the back of his head absently with one hand, "Plus I've at least met them. I might be able to talk them out of doing anything too stupid."

Silver Spider blinks. "Did you see that news video? I don't think they're interested in talking. Do they have any abilities you might be aware of that could make this more complicated?"

"I think they've got x-ray vision, on top of everything else," replies Malcolm. He shrugs a little bit and rolls his shoulders, still leaning against the wall. "It can't hurt to try talking. Worse comes to worse, I start slugging it out with 'em until back-up arrives."

Silver Spider nods. "I should go tell Scorby that she can sleep at night with out her brain being tampered with."

"Probably a good idea. Her fiancee'd probably appreciate that, not having to be afraid Regan's going to flip out and kill people in her sleep," replies Malcolm.

Silver Spider shuffles out the door. "See you!" She calls out as she slips out the door. o O (I really do appreciate it. It's nice to nap unbothered.)