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Curtis just ignores the visible disgust on the others' faces as he finishes the meal. True men eat their meals however they want. In fact, Politeness can just shove it! In Curtis's opinion, politeness is subjective in the eye of the beholder. Certain casual gestures are quite rude in others. When he's done with the burger, Curtis wipes his face with a dozen napkins and begins looking for the cheese-cake menu.
When he's ready, he attempts to get the waitress's attention. “Excuse me, I'd like a slice of Godiva chocolate cheese-cake, please.”
How did he change from savage to polite gentleman in a heartbeat?! Did he change personalities or something? No, he kept that behavior under a facade, and it worked until he met these strangers.
Junna Hoshimi- 'Catch The Rainbow' Festival, Tent
Junna was trying to do... something when the battering ram came in to pick everyone up. Although the person picking her up would be met with a bow and arrow near their face at first, soon enough she relented, clearing her head while in a tent. She probably wasn't going anywhere for now, but she was mostly calmed down from her overly nervous state to just her normal (though still somewhat easily panicked) one.
She could keep it contained, at least. For now, it seemed the only thing to do for now is talk to the now contained Patty.
"Well, it's the fact you may have caused a panic that hurt someone despite people not wanting to that's the problem. As Shakespeare said, violent delights have violent ends, after all." Considering her reaction, that may have gotten really out of hand if no one intervened.
"Plus, I think the spores count as an illegal substance." She wasn't super well-versed in American Law, but there's something there that says you can't distribute spores, right? "Perhaps some time for reflection can help you learn from your actions."
Though, thinking about it, wouldn't people in prison love this stuff? They'll have to keep her away from everyone else, certainly, lest a prison riot break out.
... Honestly, it was a bit sad. Though, she guessed that's why they call it a punishment.
Ryo Saeba - Fremont Festival
After the ninja woman jumped away from her tree, Ryo immediately moved to hide behind it, content on letting those heroic types do their job. He may have jumped in if the situation broke down, but he thankfully didn't have to do anything until the decontamination team arrived. Since a man with a job like him couldn't very well let himself be in the hands of government officials or let them discover his hidden gun, he opted to run away from the scene as discreetly as possible. He knew a few people that would help him get rid of any potential spore on his clothes anyway. Shame about Patty, but that was the logical end result of committing criminal activities so brazenly.
"It's quite simple, really. We all love home, we really do, but the girls and I, well, got a little bit stir crazy and decided it was time to travel abroad. As to what drew my eye here? I can't improve without a good challenge, and where better to find worthy competition than the City of Heroes?" Flashing a final grin at the camera, Tawna started walking away from the cameras, though slowing her pace just enough to let them catch her parting words. "Whatever happens, I'm ready and waiting." With a sudden burst of speed, Tawna raced off from the camers and interviewers, and practically dove into a car that just happened to roll up onto the scene; revving into gear, Tawna gave a cheerful wave to the crowd as she sped back off into the night...
"Ah, that was very delicious. Thank you for the chance to taste it, though if you excuse me I need to go use the restroom."
That was a lie of course. At this point Kiryu was starting to get very 'suspicious' about this girl that seemed to want to cling to him, considering he's pretty sure she was speaking in a language that a human could not normally replicate. So with that excuse attempted, he immediately tried to weasel his way out of the situation.
Well, with two heavy hitters smashing him, the mummy is launched directly into a wall. Ouch, you can practically feel the property damage as it gets stuck in the wall.
No.....impossible. It moans, clearly in pain as he remains stuck in the wall. So long as we stand on the sacred sands of my ancestors, I cannot die....
Meanwhile, as a squadron of police entered out of his field of vision, Iowa lifted his hands in surrender. "Look, look, I didn't kill him, ok? All I did was take credit for his work! Oliver was a fool, he was an old man, not in touch with the times. He didn't know how to market himself, didn't know the value of what he had found. He was going to donate the damned things! Millions and millions of dollars worth of artifacts, and he was going to give them away! So I leaned on contacts I have in the industry, and got him pushed out of the game. Forced him to accept early retirement, then turned around and claimed them for myself."
He does his best to lean forward now. "Look, this doesn't have to go public, ok? I got plenty of money, and I can't imagine your job pays all that much. I'll gladly buy your silence, if that's what it takes. How's two million dollars sound?"
Scanning through everything that she was able to find, Hudiemon's suspicions were more or less confirmed. Nothing concrete, but the shipping manifests stirred her suspicions. The digital monster was now going to have to keep an eye on Mercury Biotech from now on. If they keep being targeted, it will only further confirm her suspicions.
Her musings were cut short when what looked like a float box approached her and started to talk. It introduced its self as Pod 042, and seemed to belong to the woman in black judging by its hover path. She tilted her head at it's request of data quizzically. "what kind of data are you looking for?" she asked.
Clarification: Any data that you are willing to share would be welcome
He hovers in place for a moment, then speaks again.
Proposal: We are willing to contribute data to you as well, in return.
The officer tried to hide it, but Warwick could smell their fear. Not only that, but their eyes....it reminded him of something he tried to forget.
He wanted to forget it.
"The fear in your eyes...I've seen in beforeeee."
Forget it. That man you were is gon-
A bearded man. Knife cuts on my arms, bleeding profusely like a river. I'm holding a knife on my right hand. The man screams at me to get away from him. I get close. A girl's voice from behind me. I turn around. She stares at me, with confusion and fear.
"W..what are you doing to him dadd-"
I shake away the memories. I don’t want them.
Returning back to his senses, he stares at the officers, before speaking. "Leave. I don't want your family to mourn any of you. Leave me be. Go back to your families, unharmed."
With his warning spoken, he would turn his back on them and walk to the door he ripped apart and would walk away from the scene if not interrupted, heading out by going the way the triads attempted to escape before he killed them.
Edited by Darkomega245 on Sep 14th 2019 at 4:45:53 AM
A Familiar Song And Dance, Museum
Though the alien escaped, the threat of the pharaoh seemed to be under control, Reinhardt and Cannon Dancer managing the ancient ruler from afar just fine. The police appeared to help secure the place. Short of collateral damage, it seemed no one was seriously hurt. Doctor Jones too spilled the beans regarding Doctor Olivier.
Kiryu's face changed ever so subtly, given his usual smirk, but someone so skittish like their archaeologist would know very well it was the face of cold fury. "So you denied a man's dream, chasing after money like it was the most important thing in the world." The grip on Jones's collar tightened. "I had a displeasure of knowing many such men, who would sacrifice their honor and dignity to make a profit. They would hurt those in the way, without a second thought."
"I believe you when you say you haven't killed him, but you did kill Doctor Olivier's dream - and that is unforgivable." Suffice to say, Jones's last hope was Hirasaka proving to be more easily buyable.
Espeon, Crashing Down From Catching The Rainbow
Espeon was snapped a bit out of her state when her strange dog talked to her. Afterwards, she felt herself led out by the hazmat team, and was mostly docile. The only times when Espeon reacted to the men harshly was whenever they got too close to her mask, and she would only slap their hand away. Eventually, Espeon was mostly okay save for colors being a bit brighter than usual and feeling slightly more elated.
Now calmer due to the fact he had embedded the pharaoh into the nearest wall and he wasn't really being much of a threat to anyone for the moment, the ex-assassin thought whether or not to off him while he was still weak before discarding the thought. There were definitely too many witnesses about for that and he was trying to leave that particular underworld behind even if there was still a lot of things that he couldn't understand about how the United States of America worked.
Still, even he could figure out that offing a man who couldn't fight back was a no-go, even if they were a bloodthirsty pharaoh that followed the Egyptian laws of divine mandate. Still, it wouldn't do for the lich to attack once more so Kirin hoisted the coffin on over to where the prone man was before outright attempting to slam him back in its depths- and if that particular task was accomplished, chain up the exterior with those fancy red velvet ropes lying around.
Black Cat - Ironhouse District
Officer Hong's words were something of a comfort, although they only helped confirm her own conclusions about this night's debacle - she shouldn't have tried to do this by herself.
"It was a meeting, a drug deal. The Songshu Hao Pengyou were trying to buy Bliss from the Seeds." She told the gathered officers, jerking her head towards the cruisers where the prisoners were being bundled up. "The old man is one of the Project's chemists, by the way. He's going to need special protection."
She frowned behind her mask, her ears flicking back a little. "The other one is Joseph Seed himself. He tried to surrender to me before the fight, and he could have gotten away in the chaos like Jacob did. He's up to something."
-Still woozy from the spores and their removal, Toph gets up. That was a highly unpleasant experience which she has no wish to repeat, especially at her age.-
Urggh... This stuff doesn't have long-term effects, does it?
"I already know I'm an illegal substance," Puff-Puff Patty the Phungus Pal said to Junna, "I'm just too much fun to be around...that was a joke, I don't know anything. You people just have to learn how to, like, get used to having fun again. It's not my fault if someone got hurt."
She crossed her pasty white arms and gave Junna a rueful stare, like she'd shoot lasers out of her eyes...honestly, you know, considering everything that's probably not the most far-fetched outcome, you figure.
One of the cleanup technicians shook his head at Toph, writing something down at far greater speed than he spoke. "You might get a bad cough a couple of days from now. Our good friend Patty here's given the ECCCCC a few scares in the past," he patted the side of the tank, to which Patty responded with an extended tongue, "but as long as your lungs aren't in a bad enough shape that a coughing fit could cause damage, there's nothing to worry about. Probably should be able to leave, honestly."
"...You don't smoke, do you, ma'am?"
There wasn't a single problem in Ryo's escape. One man looked at him as if trying to remember if he was the same guy he threw a croissant at, but gave no pursuit beyond a lingering, confused stare. The security ushered him out like the mass of civilians there, without any inspections or special attention.
Though, if he ever checked his pockets, he'd notice a strange addition: a single business card, deep burgundy on both sides, with a single C for a logo and an address: "Concord Street"
Warwick got a few quick, less-than-certain shouts of "Sir, please" but otherwise, the only thing stopping him was the door. It opened out into the night air...the sirens broke the sterile stillness of the back streets, but otherwise, all was calm as he ran back into the darkness.
The officer's eyes widened, went from Black Cat to Joeseph, and widened further in realization.
"Seed, the tent city guy..." She leaned down to the hood of the car to get a look at the man, and confirmed her suspicions. "Tonight's full of surprises, you know? And here I was, trying to prove your innocence around the water cooler..."
She gave one more nod to the cat; "I'll make sure that he's fine, ma'am. You don't have to worry anymore. Just...see about calling it in first next time, okay?"
Ryo Saeba - Leaving Fremont
Ryo gave a little sigh of relief after succesfully leaving the scene. While he was a bit sad to leave such a group of beauties behind, he really didn't need the attention from the authority. He walked back to his car and searched his pocket for his keychain. It was then that he discovered the business card. The person that planted it on him must have either been very skilled or possess some sort of power. Either way, it sounded like Concord Street was worth visiting. He kept that in mind as he went back into his vehicle.
And so, after a quick stop to his apartment to change clothes and look Concord Street up, the City Hunter took off in his trusty car◊ toward the place.
Edited by Alecoene on Sep 22nd 2019 at 7:38:47 PM
The Cheesecake Factory
"Hm..." Nyaruko deflated a little as the love of her life declined to feed her some of his fried veggies, but then shrugged happily. "Well, okay, but don't take too long, Darling~!♥ Your food will get cold, you know?"
She watched his departing back rapturously, then returned to eating her cake. Nom nom nom. Swallow. "Guess it's up to you three to keep me company while he's gone," she declared, resting her cheek on a palm. "So..."
She pointed at the college kid with her fork first. "What are you studying?" Then at Curtis. "Where are you actually from?" Then finally at the old-timer. "And what's your name, Old Man? You never gave it."
Warwick made his way out of the warehouse, looking for a vantage point. Using his claws, he climbed the walls of the warehouse until he was in the roof of the warehouse and he noticed...quite a scene. Police officers and cars stationed near the area, officers dragging triads he didn't slaughtered...he swore he even noticed the scent of the priest in one of the cars. Tch. Next time, he won't be so lucky.
If Blake were to turn her back from Officer Hong, she would notice The Howlers figure from far away in the rooftop, glaring at her for a few seconds, clutching his bleeding stomach, before immediately sprinting away and jumping to a rooftop of a nearby building.
It is time to rest. Let the wounds heal. To go to the factory and rest. And plan which scum must pay for their crimes of harming innocents.
Hmmm. Maybe the Gridridon Gang would be the nicest bet. They are the closest to where he operates, in Capitol Hill. Maybe if he pays them a bloody visit then they will understand their stupid sports shouldnt mean they can harm or kill innocent people whenever they like
Edited by Darkomega245 on Sep 27th 2019 at 6:40:08 AM
The mummy, damaged as it was, was in no position to resist as he was grabbed and dragged to his tomb.
No, wait, wait, you can do this! I am a god! This world is mine to rule by divine mandate! I-
He was cut off as he was thrown into the tomb and the door slammed, after which the tomb fell still.
"Damn you..... damn you all!" He started yelling as he was dragged away.
Then, it was time for damage control. The Museum, in light of Dr Jones crimes, quickly promised to strip his name from the exibit, and indeed, even as the curator of the museum spoke to the people, posters were being ripped down with all haste. The exibit itself would continue to run, save for the mummy, who would be secured elsewhere.
A promise was made to get in touch with the d
true discoverer of this exibit, Dr Oliver, and see what he wished done. A few people who claimed to be "In the know" on this front guessed that he would probably allow the exibit to continue to run, and have the proceeds donated to charity.
And speaking of that, rather then scare people off, this event seemed to make the exibit even more popular, with numerous people on the phone or texting others, promising to return.
But, none of that is your problem, cause your contract was strictly for one day, and they're not renewing it. That said, as each of you are handed an envelope with your pay in it, you can see the museum included a bonus in it, most likely to thank you for doing more then standing around.
Now the museum is about 5 minutes from closing. The last of the people are getting their final photos in, and you have a few minutes to speak to your fellow heroes if you wish, or you can make your way out, the museum has already told you that your job is pretty much done.
With the work done, 2B departed the area and returned to the cafe where she had brought tea at. Only to find it closed. This concept of "Operating hours" was becoming irrtating on a small level to 2B, who did not need to sleep. Thus, she checked her list of locations to check, some form of tour guide she was using to acclimate herself with the city. Next was some cheesecake factory, whatever that was. Thus, she started running at top speed toward it.
Soon enough, the group chating at the cheesecake factory would see some apparantly blind, white haired goth woman with a floating box next to her sitting at the next table over. She quietly placed her order ("Whatever a Cheesecake is") and them sat at her table, practically motionless as she waited for her meal.
The line waiting just outside the restaurant had a new addition to it: a little blue creature that scurried around and between the legs of the other patrons. Some might mistake it for an exotic house pet (the younger children might even think it was a puppy!), some others might not notice the thing until it brushed past them, but the most attentive people would jump straight out of line to avoid the little monster. It walked on four limbs and had its antennae and quills retracted, but that gleam in its black eyes spelled trouble.
The alien had learned a great deal about humans in its little trip to the museum; they were prone to talk too much, they were crafty with simple and improvised tools, and they were easily distracted by the presence of bigger, flashier threats. To combat point number two, the alien had stowed his convict uniform in a green plastic receptacle conveniently placed on a sidewalk, and had decided to keep most of his appendages retracted; he didn't want any other would-be "heroes" to wrap him up in the fabric, or tugging on his sensitive antennae.
So sneaking through the front door dodging as much foot traffic as he could, the alien climbed up to the second floor to get a clear look at the present patrons/future victims:
If there were any heroic wannabes, they didn't stand out from the crowd very much—a giant human with scars across his face and a lady with cloth over her eyes (and her drone companion) stood as the sole exceptions. Two, possibly three obstacles in his path was hardly a challenge—the alien had dealt with five pros back at the museum, and he'd gotten out without even a scratch! And with all the other customers stuffing their faces here, anyone who wanted to get to him would have to deal with the hysteric civilians fleeing his carnage!
All the terror, all the destruction, ALL THE ABANDONED JUMBO PORTIONS!!! He couldn't wait to begin wrecking this restaurant!
...so he didn't.
Seizing the sole leg of a table overlooking the balcony, the little vandal first used the furniture to break apart the railing overlooking the first floor, then hurled the table and its contents across the restaurant and through the multi-story windows at the entrance. Apart from the considerable risk of being struck by the table (a calculated improbability) as it landed on the sidewalk, any pedestrians outside might be harmed by the falling glass if they weren't careful, and any fool unlucky enough to be in the path of the table's contents may have a fork or butter knife rain down on them—though one very unlucky fool might stare upwards to see a pie flying straight into his (or her!) face.
His work laid before him, the alien climbed atop part of the railing that remained intact, and shouted in his alien tongue that the puny pathetic humans should flee in terror, for the destroyer of Emerald City had arrived!
Kiryu, Sidestory Finished
And just like that, things were over. The pharaoh was entombed, and the fraud dragged away by the police. Kiryu watched him go impassively before dusting himself off and helping Hirasaka to his feet. "That's the end of that." The most important thing was that no one got really caught in the crossfire. Nothing would rankle him quite like innocents getting hurt. The alien might have escaped, but you could not win them all.
For now, he was content to remain outside the museum for a cigarette break, awaiting either Hirasaka or Doppio's emergence. The least he could do was to thank them for the help.
Grunting in nonverbal confirmation while slipping back to a much less vocal atmosphere now that the self-proclaimed chump of a 'god' was properly contained, the martial artist took hold of his pay before slipping it inside his pockets and then moved on outside of the area now that the mission was officially complete.
The event involving fraud and mummies however meant that there was now suddenly a lot more free time on his hand, something the mission oriented workaholic didn't account for due to the museum exhibition being cut short so suddenly and out of the blue. Staring off into the distance outside of museum proper, the martial artist wondered what he could do now while just silently mulling in his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, pardon me."
Local small business owner Ana Rider, calmly walking down the street towards America's favorite American-style eatery with 'Factory' in the name, had suddenly paused and looked at her shoes. Then she had taken a step to the right and leaned over a bit, accidentally bumping into the person beside her. Why would she do such a random action? Did she somehow supernaturally detect the presence of a table slamming down to the pavement and do it to prevent a pie from crashing down into their face?
That would be silly. Clearly she just noticed that her shoe needed to be tied. The fact that a table crashed down a few feet beside her, and a pie plopped down into the ground mere inches from where the random bystander had been standing moments before was just purely coincidental.
"Oh my," she lightly exclaimed with a start, taking a step away from the wreckage of broken glass and wood and dessert items. "That was close."
She looked up to spot a furry blue... dog?... making some noise. She also saw a familiar-looking robot floating over by the bar - did that woman with the blindfold not even care for a secret identity? All of a sudden, she was far less interested in sit-down dining, and let herself merge into the cluster of people who were on the sidewalk, gawking at the traffic pileup that's wont to happen when someone throws furniture into the street.
At least it wasn't an antique.
Finally having made it to her new home and having entered through the garage, the first thing Tawna noticed...was that it was pretty dark in here. Sighing and pulling out a flashlight from the glove compartment, Tawna stepped out of the car and began getting an idea of how much space she had to work with in here, and more importantly, where the light switch was; once she finally found the damned thing, she gave it a flick to turn it on, and then turned to survey just what her hard earned winnings had bought her.
"Hmm...not too shabby. I think I can work with this." Smiling in a satisfied manner, the racer / superheroine left her garage and began to explore the rest of the house, taking in the kind of relaxing environment she could look forward to after a long day's work...though her headset chiming put her observations on pause as she answered it. "Talk to me."
"Been busy since you touched down, huh?" Replied a familiar voice, which was soon followed by other voices.
"You're not even gone a week and already you're trying to steal the spotlight from the rest of us. Typical."
"You really should find more graceful exits from the press, you know, good publicity would be helpful."
"And was that a crater in the street? I'm all for making a good impression, but that might be a bit much."
"I should have known..." Tawna grumbled, before speaking up herself. "Let me guess, you all just happened to catch this news story within minutes of each other. Now I wonder how that happened...anyone got something to say?" Unable to help the small smirk growing on her face, Tawna waited ever so patiently, and soon enough, her patience was rewarded.
"Err...sorry?" Coco finally said, a sheepish tone in her voice.
"...Oh, they would have found out eventually, don't worry about it." Tawna said, letting Coco off the hook with a laugh, and took a seat in one of the nearby chairs so she could regale her friends with an eyewitness account of her first day in Emerald City.
Edited by Bored_Man on Sep 28th 2019 at 12:27:11 PM
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