Summary:Florence is dead set on stopping a powered mugger and called for aide. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Six stick ups this week alone, That alone is a pretty amazing for a regular street criminal right? Two days ago he'd run into a local neighborhood hero-type, a guy known simply as the "Red Hat Basher". Now this is sort've the ecology of the street when you've got people running around in capes, street punks get big and kill street level heroes. Red hat however had something a lot of heroes his level don't, someone in the neighborhood (Florence) sprung for kevlar. Now that he's laid up in hospital, well it's clear who needs to go level the scales.
Clear to Florence anyway, she'd worked as a neighborhood hero for years at the genesis of her caped crime fighting career. So she strapped on her kit, called her girl and got to work. Casing the neighborhood on the down low, before identifying the most likely target. "JK Jewelry", which incidentally was partially owned by Flo's downstairs neighbor.
Casually she keys in a text to drop Junko a line, before slipping in through a broken window in the empty shop across the street to lay in ambush. She'd put on her own fighting gear, rather than the stuff she usually wore for the official ops. Climbing shoes, some sort of tight clingy almost yoga pants, one kneepad pushed down to the ankle. An ancient ragged algerian field coat cinched under a gun belt and skeletal chest rig. That ancient Colt commando in her hands, an equally careworn Sig 210 in a thigh rig and of course theres a Rapier anchored at the left hip.
Slowly she pulls down that neat origami sort've polygonal fox mask, cast in neat black on black for tonight. Sparring a glance to her watch, before hooking a discarded dusty stool with her shoe and plopping down to wait.
Firefox never had been someone that was a teamplayer, but she was giving partnering a try. On the call she had donned her gear, white Gi with red Hakama and domino mask, and headed for a rooftop patrol. Jitte and Katana in her belt, her hands were occupied with a Yumi as she darted from roof to roof, taking a look out for whoever was this guy that had beat up Florence's contact.
As she got the SMS of the location, she shifted her gears, taking the rooftop route. Her tail swishes behind her as she stops opposite of the broken window, eying down one hand holding the flexible wood of the bow, the other texting a quick message back.
"I see the open window."
Theres a glance at her phone, and then the window behind her. Gloved fingertips tracing the simple fox engraved on the magwell of that commando, letting her gaze wash over the early evening traffic. "You know, you didn't have to come."She offers quietly, cocking her head to the side just a bit as she watches a couple slip down the sidewalk. "Glad you did though, Red hat's good people. Probably not cut out for this life, but not our place to judge you know?"
Out past that filthy glass, the street is quiet for now. JK seems to be enjoying a little uptick in business as most of their competitors are shuttered whilst they recover from the robberies. So far at least, nobody matching the description has showed their face.
Junko glanced down at the street, placing a simple arrow on the short wall in front of her, typing a short reply on the phone before returning to overwatch the street. "You asked, I am happy to help. You said they break in on the ground level, right?"
«He's gone in the front door everywhere else, freakishly big guy. Red hat said he was tough, so he may have some tricks up his sleeve.» Theres a pause there as Florence ponders for a moment, «If he doesn't come easy, he dies.» And well nobody ever accused Florence of being particularly kind, because well she's got a fair bit of that Old-god flair for the dramatic still going on at times like these. «Just need you to help keep him off balance, give me some openings so we can handle this as quickly as possible.»
And right on cue, there he is. An easy seven foot, heavyset, black leather jacket and jeans. He moves down the sidewalk ever so casually, nevermind that wrecking bar resting against his shoulder as he nears the jewelry store…
«I think I see him.» Are the last bits of message typed into the phone before Junko lifts the arrow and nocks it, slowly pulling back the asymetric gow as she lowers the tip to aim a little above the possible assaulter. She doesn't le go of the arrow yet, he hasn't done anything to warrent it yet. But she was ready to send the sharp tip mounted on the flexible shaft flying.
Theres no response from Florence, as she gets to her feet. Leaning in close to that filthy glass to get a better look, before she seems satisfied. That carbine comes up to shoulder as her stance widens, painting that big guy with a neat dull green triangle. Safety clicking off as she slips her finger into the trigger guard for first pressure.
Across the street, well the folks inside JK aren't blind. They hit the button under the counter to lock the front door, which temporarily frusterates the big guy. Door locked, he instead grabs onto the security grate bolted over the glass and with a grunt starts to just bend the door open. He's not exactly a terrible subtle one, is he?
As the brute goes to prying the door open, Junko lowers the arrow and lets it fly, the light hiss of the air running over the feathers, the hum of the string shivering after the shot resonating a moment while the arrow already is well on its way. The tip gleams a moment in the dim light, then it bites into the back of the knee of the brute…
-THUNK- that arrow lands dead on, the knee buckles and the brute stumbles to one knee. Theres a moment of confusion, before he plucks that arrow free. His gaze sweeping up towards Junko in an instant. A tough guy it seems! Anywho he starts to rise, just as the other fox introduces herself.
A neat burst of gunfire stitches his melon from jaw to his left eye, theres a burst of blood spray but he doesn't go down. Another burst volleys fourth, a neat stitch of the rest of that magazine that ploughs into his skull which sends him finally to floor. It's a neat display of accuracy truly, only theres one problem here. Thirty rounds to the noodle bucket, he's dropped that breaker bar but never the less? Slowly he rolls onto his side and starts to get up.
Casually Florence steps through the glass, flicking out that empty magazine before slapping in a fresh one and finally just slinging the stubby little carbine over her shoulder. Right hand tugging free that Rapier, as she sources a dagger to fill her right. "Merde, so you want to do this the hard way tough guy?"
The arrow gone, Junko puts down her bow at the gunfire. She flinces as the bullets hit the skull and throw down the brute, expecting blood everyehere. But then… The thing gets up. "Yomi be damned…" she mutters as se throws herself over the wall to scale down the rainpipe and fall the last meters, pulling her Jitte and Katana as she turns, the blunt steel rod with the b%<246>ade catcher in the right, the long blade in the left.
"Such a waste. The line of your ancestors stretching back to the start of it all, all that strife and hard work. All of it, wasted on you. Too strong to stay at home, too brave to run, too foolish to entertain a mentor, and too stupid to know your death when you've met her."Theres a slow roll of the shoulders as Florence steps out into the middle of the street. Pointing that rapier after the brute like a big league slugger calling out his grand slam. "Plenty strong, but know this boy: I am the Queen of all goodly foxes and am far beyond all strength." Declarations made, well she seems entirely ready to get this on.
Most of the skin on his face looks like it's been mulched, revealing the ashy black bone beneath the skin. His cheeks pulped, his has no words for Junko or Florence. Instead he snags that breaker bar, and takes off in a bull rush towards the pair. His aim though, isn't helped by the fact that he's had one eye shot out of his face. He swings that breaker bar down in a simple vertical arc after Florence, aiming for that fox mask.
That breaker bar finds only pavement, Florence sidesteps like she's running at half speed. All but casual as she slips that rapier up the outside of his right arm's jacket sleeve. A twist and a roll, to split that sleeve open along with the majority of his forearm. She's already worked past his guard, working around behind his blind side and stealing the majority of his attention along the way.
Junko darts sideways, the right arm bending before it extends again, the steel bar going on short journey aimed at the head of the brute, pulling a cord behind it. She aimed for the eye, but she would take a temple hit, or any for the matter.
The filleting of his arm is an understandable distraction, and so that shot? Yeah it hits home, but stops well short of where it probably should. Right at the back of the eye socket cavity, his bones do indeed seem supernaturally tough. He gropes blindly after Junko as he stumbles foreward, right past Florence.
Never one to miss an opportunity for a good back stab, Florence pivots and slips that blade delicately into place at the base of the skull. Driving it in deep and twisting, which just shuts the brute right down. Casually she takes a step back, giving her rapier a swish to clear the blood before glancing over towards Junko. "You ok?"
Junko darted out from the strike after her, using the rope on the Jitte to try to steer the coloss sideways with a sharp tug, just when Florence goes for the kill. She swallows hard as the other woman almost casually cleans her blade, eying the colossus of a man that jut fell. "I… I guess…" she mutters, reaching to pick up the steel implement she threw to clean it up at the cloth of him. "This… is messy… we should go. Fast." she mutters.
"A mess of a man, has created a mess on the street. In death as he was in life, a burden to somebody."Florence retakes that carbine casually, heading back the way she came. "Without proper pruning, the garden grows wild and dies. It's ugly work for sure, prone to many messes. We should however, most definitely make ourselves scarce. See you at my place later?"There is no Ninja vanish here, Flo does cross the broken glass with an eerie silence though. Crossing into shadow and then, well she might as well have gone poof. Sneaky foxes, are sneaky.
Junko groans a little as she turns to look at the shop, scooting back to the water drain she came down along, but then stops. She turns and breaths over her hand, a stream of flames emerging and engulfing the body in it to burn it. Nobody needs to see their child chopped to bits like that. Mauled. And possibly it might also keep them from noticing the police from all the wounds the two did. Another short fireball she sends to the arrow, before she returns to the roofs, picking up her bow and phone. «I need a shower first. Maybe after.»