Magic, Robots and Rubber

Summary:
August 11 2014: An unlikely confluence of events brings an odd group of people together

Queens Street

An open, crowded street in Queens near an apartment building


Characters

NPCs

  • Pencil Man

Mood Music:
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Fenris keeps meaning to get on down to Gotham because things are getting fairly out of hand there. Unfortunately, things are more out of hand here in New York City which is why he's in Queens instead. At the moment he's just walking down a crowded city street, letting the press of people flow around him as they always subconsciously do. There are… at least three magical things in the area that he doesn't recognize and one that… feels familiar but he can't quite place. He means to look in on them all before he moves on, just to make sure none of them need to be… encouraged to leave.

*

Gotham is Rain's usual stomping ground. Mind you, you have a lot of stomping grounds when you're homeless. Rain's not bad at what she does, and really, she's garnered a pretty positive reputation in some circles as an incredible healer and finder of lost things. The newt jokes are left for after she leaves. But witch as she is, she lacks the power to conceal her aura. That, and Rain has very violet, dark purple eyes. She does have to thank the stars she didn't get something weird like horns. Why, then she'd be horny all the time. Just the worst, really.

Nevertheless, she walks for now, holding a chain in her hands. A bit weird, but not entirely unusual given the 50 Shades craze, large population of hipsters and bike havers. She seems to be peering around intently. Squint. Her path might take her near Fenris. On her shoulders rides an orange tabby tomcat wearing a tan trench coat and looking positively smug.

*

Gotham has absolutely nothing to do with why Mike Drakos is in Queens today. He's here because of a car. Actually, three cars. Three dead cars, which do not work. He's paying their owners fifty bucks apiece for them, and then taking them away on his … tow truck? Well, the first one, yeah. When he gets to the second one, he's already sorted out the useful bits and the less useful parts are merged into his tow truck.

But with the third car on the hauler, he stops, because something … is wrong. It's like metal is thinking about screaming somewhere nearby. Again. Maybe not. Maybe he'll be lucky this time.

*

Jason Lucky hadn't really been expecting to be in queens for very long, just do some drinking, replenish his stash and get on with the day. He'd also not been expecting to be thrown from the sixth floor of an apartment building, and onto the roof of an old beat-up car. That was something he really wasn't expecting as he was shoved back through the apartment window. He could have fought back, could have easily won with his training, but killing someone else in queens might look bad on his work record. He landed with a heavy slam bits of glass showering every which way, money still clutched in his badly scarred hand. He didn't even scream on the trip down.

*

Ah. There's one of the bits of magic he's been tracking. Bit obvious with the cat on her shoulder. Witch. Not a summoner by the looks of her though. Fenris probably doesn't even need to frighten her. Scratch that one of the list. Now, that familiar feeling source of magic seems to be very, very clo-

Crash

"You…" The god-wolf doesn't sound particularly amused.

*

No. WIIIIIIIITCH! A WIIIIIITCH! Thank goodness she's not being pursued by angry Quaker Oatmeal cosplay— eer, witch hunters. Because that gets so many flavors of awkward fast trying to run through town while explaining why a bunch of pilgrims are trying to murder the heck out of you. Alternatively, WH40K cosplayers. Whichever. While Rain has the potential to summon, she really doesn't bother. She never felt right about it ever since she set poor Phil's shoes on fire when he arrived. That's such a dick move, really.

There's a man loading things onto a tow truck and suddenly, IT'S RAINING MEN! Wait. One man. Nevermind. Even if it were raining men, Rain would probably figure out how to engineer at one and send him screaming into the hills with math and nerdery. The woman jerks, startled as Lucky lands and runs over, chains in hand. "Oh my gosh!" She's going to try to get a closer look to see if she can drag him off and heal him or something. For now, oh gosh! Look at him! "I'd ask if he was okay but that seems redundant," She peers down and sort of crouches, mindful of the glass. The cat just stares evenly. Really, now?

*

The guy driving the truck, the hauler of which is currently occupied by aforementioned old, beat-up car, is parked next to the building, because he's mentally assessing the stuff in that car. He's NOT expecting the ceiling to be suddenly, forcibly deformed by 180 pounds of organic dead-weight dropped from a high place. The dead-weight, which is vaguely detectable as a human by dint of the calcium and iron (and traces of lead and traces of selenium and traces of copper and … yeah, that's a human. Was a human. DAMMIT. So very not going to make my day.

Which is why Mike, the guy driving the truck, says, "Hey. Get back, that's unsafe!" and then catches sight of a cat in a trench coat riding on the person who's trying to get close to his truck… The fuu… "Nice cosplay. Please stay back."

Mike looks weird. Like he has some sort of tanning-bed addiction, or he's wearing a lot of stage makeup.

*

Blood starts to seep from the mans limp body all the life gone from him for the time being, bits of glass, and bone sticking out at odd angles from him. As he's pulled off it looks like the bits of glass are pushed out from his body by the blood, bone starting to retreat back inside of the mans body. He's visibly quite dead, with eyes open looking towards the sky.

*

Of all the people present, the tall, lean faced, vaguely frightening one just looks unamused. This kind of thing occasionally makes him wish he were on better terms with his sister. Ai ya. And then… something starts to happen. Something that should not happen. And it's not the expected perversion of nature either. What… has happened to this man.

Fenris' arms unfold and he stares at Lucky with a lot more interest… and suspicion.

*

Rain is pretty tall, for a woman. She seems concerned about the fallen man. At least… for a moment. But then she realizes where they are. In public. Oh crap. Damage control! She pulls off her long, dark duster coat and carefully puts it over Lucky. She is thoughtful at least. Captain, the cat, looks miffed he has to give up his spot a moment. Did he harrumph? Maybe it was a cat grunt… yeah. Rain looks to Mike. "It's - he's- hi! Thanks! It's okay, we're -" Pause. She can't tell him what they are. The purple-eyed women just looks apologetic a moment. Rain is clearly the smoothest, most suave witch that ever did social this side of Tarot.

*

Mike sees the guy sliding off the car and very slightly rearranges the metal so he'll stop sliding, but now he's going to have to get out a fake phone so he can call this in to the police.

"Thanks, I guess? Please, the police are going to want to look at the body, don't mess with it any more, OK?"

But then as the coat goes over him, something… the glass. Is sliding. Out of. The body. The blood has stopped leaking out. Bones are FIXING themselves. What. The …

"Are you a witch or something? What did you do?" the weird-looking guy with the blue hair demands.

*

From under the blanket more blood starts leaking out, more then any one man should reasonably have. Then it stops for a moment, mans chest underneath the cloth surging into the air suddenly, and violently as he takes in a deep gasp of air. Calling out in a loud almost surprised voice himself "Happy birthday!" as the body under the cloth suddenly sits back upright, a mans voice asking "I swear if you assholes threw me in another morgue" trying to pull the cloth off of his face.

*

The tall man, Mike knows him as 'Jeremiah Wolfson', produces a rod his side, two feet in length and made of solid oak. "There's hardly been time for that, Lucky." He rumbles in a way that makes it clear this was really not what he'd hoped to see.

"Witch…" Rain gets a soft murmur of acknowledgement as Fen watches the man on the car scramble to tear the coat off his face.

*

Wince. "Sorry, it felt respectful to cov—" Rain seems far less surprised than Mike does. "I - uh. It's a miracle?" She rubs the back of her head. "I didn't do anything." "Yeah, she didn't," Captain abruptly speaks in a thick Gotham accent. Then falls silent. "… not in public," Rain murmurs to the cat. "Um."

"Isn't more cake involved if it's your birthday?" Does he require a cake sacrifice? "Are you okay? No, that's my jacket. It seemed kind of like a douche move to leave you out for people to take pictures of," She explains. "And I don't smell funny, just because-" She cuts herself off. Just in time to hear Fen. She looks sheepish. As if she's torn between saying yes or thinking some fervent denial. Cognitive dissonance is a pain and so's not outing yourself. But then again, Bette Midler did do a lot of good making it easier for witches to hide. So she tries a distraction? "Lucky? Is he your friend?" Rain seems to be the new variable, peering curiously at the oak rod and now the man with her coat.

*

"Oh. Hello, Mr. Wolfson. Is this another one of your summoning things? I was … no wait, I still am feeling that building somewhere," Mike says. He looks sideways at Rain. Wolfson just said she was a witch.

"Uhm. Never heard of witchcraft able to actually raise people from dead, so I'm gonna guess you didn't do that?" he asks the cat-steed. Not the cat, the cat's steed, who just said she didn't do it. OK, Mike, step back, breathe (even if you don't have to) and …

"Would you mind getting off my car there? I'd rather not have to pay for your medical bills if you cut yourself or something," the blue-haired guy says. Meanwhile he's making the glass and stuff move out of the way and the metal edges bend away so there's less chance of Lucky getting cut on the car again.

*

Lucky groggily makes his way back to a stand, cranking out his worm muscles as if just waking up from a rather rough nights sleep. He hops down from the top of the vehicle, finally pulling the jacket off of his face to reveal it to be completely covered in scars, a rather early morning look about him. "Sorry about your wheels," Offering the woman back her now rather bloody jacket, as he turns to Fenris "It's not exactly like I can tell how long it's been,"

*

Fenris snaps the rod up rather like a conductor preparing for a symphony. Wind swirls and gathers around Lucky like a miniature cyclone. Actually… that's exactly what it is, the idea being to lift him up and hold him there while the Old Wolf gets a very, very important question answered.

"Who." He says with quiet anger, though it doesn’t seem to be directed at Lucky, per se. "Who hollowed you out?"

*

Mr. Wolfson? Rain's eyebrows lift. She looks to Mike. "Such a thing *is* possible, but most anyone with sense would avoid it. It rarely ends well," She remarks. "Depending on one's method." She doesn't deny it but she doesn't confirm it, either. "But no, I did not," She offers. She looks to Lucky. She smiles. "Pleased to meet you, Lucky." She's glad the guy is okay. "And uh." She looks at her now bloody jacket with some consternation. She doesn't have much of a poker face. She just sort of looks pained. "Er. You can keep it." She offers. Captain just watches, as cats are wont to do.

Then suddenly, Lucky is lifted and Rain's mouth opens, closes. Right then.

*

"Drawing. Undue. Attention," Mike says, and a small gold-colored drone — some sort of mini-copter or wasp or something equally hard to see — flies directly up from his left hand, to achieve a view of the sixth-floor window from which Lucky was defenestrated. He sends the spy-device for the inside, to see who might still be around there.

There is blood all over his car. Cleaning up blood is always a pain because it's hardly ever technological.

*

"You should sell tickets for this thing" Jason calls down, starting to spin a bit, visibly trying to avoid the question. He looks back over towards Fenris every other pass, just spinning in the air. He thinks for a bit on the whole hallowed out comment, trying to comprehend what it could mean, "I'll make sure to get this dry cleaned for you" is what he says instead holding out the jacket to show his point across. He's definitely a bit more comfortable with himself then before, but what all's going on in his head is anyone's guess.

Inside of the sixth floor window is a small room filled with various boiling pots and pans, with tubes running from them. A man dressed in rather expensive if not tacky looking clothing is currently in the process of shutting everything down, and packing it back away. He really doesn't seem to be all that happy about what just happened.

*

Fenris considers pressing the question, then just sighs in disgust and lowers his rod, letting the wind die. "How exactly did you wind up falling to your death-and-rebirth onto the good tech-spirit's car?" Yes, Fenris does tend to view things through a supernatural lens. This makes Mike something of a spiritual manifestation of all the technology around. It makes perfect sense. Ish.

Rain gets a more appraising look now. Well, Rain and Captain. There's something definitely predatory about this man. And it's not going away, sadly.

*

Rain looks to Mike and nods, meekly. She looks concerned. The witch is shy in that very special way engineering students often are. But she seems friendly enough, even if life took a magical bat and hit her with it but good. She looks to Jason. "Are - you sure? Thanks. I uh, don't have an address at the moment," Rain admits. "But I," She's gotta put that delicately. "What should I call you?" She asks. "And yeah, not many people can get up like that," She considers. "But I'm not ruffled if you don't wanna tell me. I'm just glad you're alright. I had to put a guy back together after he got hit by a Gotham bus. Was the first time in a year I saw on one time," She ponders this. "It must have been an omen." Oh, Rain.

Rain peers back at Fenris, violet eyes intent, curious. She seems to forget about mortal danger when distracted or curious. This proves alternately hilarious or potentially lethal, depending on who one asks. Captain just sort of streeeeeetches. Uneasy. He seems better at picking up 'predator' than Rain. Then again, if anyone ate Rain, they'd just be hungry again an hour later.

*

"Oh, lovely, a drug lab," Mike says to nobody in particular. He makes sure to take lots of pictures of the man doing interesting things with chemistry from his bug's-eye-view, and simultaneously forwards them to the police. By way of that interesting connection trick he got from Cypher not too long ago. They're appearing as 'public tip' on an internal bill-board with a 'crime in progress' flag.

"Not a tech-spirit," Mike mutters. "Just because I don't have a human body any more."

Well, blue hair isn't unheard of. But he looks human enough. In the right lighting. If he doesn't talk or move much.

*

Lucky continues to spin round and round seemingly unable to really stop himself at this point from just turning end over end. "Jason, Lucky, Lieutenant colonel, sir, they all work" His attention drifting over towards the man in the truck, looking a slight bit confused either by the constant spinning, or by the mans statement. "I thought something was fishy about that place," He tries to bring himself back to his senses, adjusting his eyes, while tucking away the bloodied jacket.

*

"I'd ask why you were in it…" The Old Wolf sighs. "But since you haven't answered any of my other questions…" He turns to Rain. "Interesting familiar you have there… or is it the other way around?"

Mike gets a curious look when he protests not being a spirit. Quirked eyebrow… are you sure, there?

*

Rain watches poor Lucky. "Well, let me know if you have a preference, sir. I go by Rain." Notice her wording. She doesn't say her name. Because her name is awful. That's why. She looks to Mike. "Neat," She smiles. "Um. Who might you be?" She seems confused. And then The Old Wolf asks her a question.

"Strictly speaking, he's my familiar. But as it often is with cats and intelligent animals, sometimes the owner becomes the owned," She's wry. Captain snorts softly. He just shakes his head. He's got a Salem-esque sort of sass and replies lowly, in his accented voice, "I urge you to accept me as your ruler." A lifted paw.

"See?" Rain points.

*

"Call me Mike," says the blue-haired guy. His truck says Drakos Auto Recycling Center on it. Upstairs, the wasp continues following the guy, insinuating itself into the drug lab materials and hiding in an unobtrusive place, looking like a dead bug. It's a live bug; Mike knows where it is and it has a GPS chip.

"I'm sorry, but the Robot, Alien, and Feline Overlords Union doesn't let me acknowledge other members as my ruler," he says to the cat.

*

"It isn't that I'm not up for flapping my gums" Jason explains in the direction of the wolfman trying to kick himself back in the other direction as to stop the endless spinning. "I just don't get the question," He quietly places his hands back inside of his pockets residing to just spin round and round in place.

Inside of the building most of the pots and pans have been tucked away, the man in his tacky suit pulls out a briefcase from under the table to check its contents one last time while adjusting his nose. Opening up the briefcase there's a moment where a bright light shines out into the entire room, just long enough for him to check its contents before making for the door of the room, a bit of wire trailing behind him.

*

'Jeremiah' waves his rod at Lucky and lets him down. Gently. He's nice like that. "You're missing a soul. Or, at any rate, you appear to be. Since you didn't, I'm relatively confident start that way, I was asking who did it to you. I do so object to people who hollow other people out. You're quite fortunate that the void appears to ahve been filled with magic instead of… something else."

*

Rain doesn't seem ruffled as talk shifts away from her and her cat. "Pleased to meet you, Mike." Then an amused look. Captain sighs. Rain is unaware of the things above, instead, listening. Her violet eyes reflect an alert curiosity. "He's missing a s— no, that kind of makes sense now," She admits, rubbing her chin. "How are you feeling?" She asks Jason. Then a look to the man with the rod (the big rod). "Is it just magic users who could do that? Not like, an item or force or happenstance? The universe gets kind of whacky." Rain would know. Homeless magi tend to really, really know. "But yeah, it's good he's got magic and not - a rider." She nods. "What should I call you?" Then, to the tall gentleman. It's odd she doesn't ask for names.

But then… names have power.

*

The little wasp flyer hiding in the luggage has several interesting sensors, but Mike didn't configure it as bomb-sniffer. He configured it as a spy/tracker, which is why it got into the stuff the guy was clearly taking with him.

"Something's up," Mike says. There is wire being spooled out, doing things wire shouldn't do when someone's just making a getaway, in the area he's focusing his attention on … a second, third, and fourth mini-flyer take off from his body as if he were made of metal wasps or hornets that just flew off… the wire … one of them lands on the wire, and begins eating it. Another, follows the man, while a third tries to go ahead of the guy's escape route.

"That guy left a bomb, trying to disarm it… what kind of drug dealer has to adjust his freaking nose…"

*

Lucky is sat back down onto the ground thankfully enough during the downswing. He takes a quick look about adjusting his white shirt which as per usual has managed to find itself covered completely in his own blood. "No soul, nose, bomb, cat" Jason just quickly lists off trying to see if he's understanding things properly or just lost in the moment of everything that's going on. "Everybody's got a soul," He leans down thinking about grabbing one of the many guns on his person, but trying to make it look like he's just trying to adjust the knot on his boot.

The wire is cut with ease, the man in a tacky suit carefully setting up the door so that when the door is kicked open the bomb will detonate, or would where the wires not all cut. He quickly makes his way down the hall pulling out something from his pocket as he ducks into the bathroom on his current floor.

*

"You can call me 'Wolfson." Fenris murmurs to Rain. "And you do not appear to, Lucky. At least, not so far as I can tell…" What he wouldn't give to have Hel give this guy a once over. Then again… she might do more than that, so it's probably a good thing she's not here. There's a reason he doesn't get along with his family after all.

"Do you need some assistance in this matter?" That last question is addressed to Mike.

*

There's a hilarious irony in that Rain is a certain someone's apprentice. But she wouldn't live long if she went around blurting THAT out. So Rain is a quiet audience. She tilts her head. "Well, most sentient beings do. They can earn them by virtue of existing, by living," She notes. "Maybe his soul doesn't follow the rules?" She considers. She didn't get any answers to alternate theories. Will have to look 'em up later. Mike's words earn a confused look. "I can help you up there, but I refuse to teleport."

… there's an odd refusal. And at her teleport comment, the cat stifles a laugh. Rain eyes the cat. "You'd be loathe to if you ended up… er, adjusts his nose?" She changes subjects FAST. And to Jason, she offers. "You seem like an okay guy. I'll go with the soul, then," She offers. "And pleased to meet you, Wolfson."

*

That one wasp that lands on Mr. Defenestrator's back (because who notices a thing that tiny?) is likely to discover something odd, while the other wasp (which was sent down the hall that Mike expected to be the path) is likely to find nothing at all. But that's something that Mike will have to learn.

"I've disabled the bomb … the guy seems to be getting away, but why is he going to the toilet first?"

Mike is simply standing there, looking up towards the window, a bit abstracted in his focus.

*

"I'll have to check a few things with Mr.Stark then" Jason says somewhat out of the blue keeping his attention on the exit from the apartments while untying and retying his boot. He seems fairly interested in the state of the door, sliding his hand to flip off the safety of the pistol in his ankle holster.

The moment the door is closed behind him, the man in the tacky suit makes his way towards the mirror of the cramped room, sitting down a gun, and what looks like a ceramic face. He reaches a single hand onto either side, and starts pulling off his own face, only for the stall door to open, causing his hand to fall flat on the gun sat on the countertop.

*

"Oy. Wait here, please." Fenris opens a portal and takes himself up to the window that Lucky dropped out of, immediately starting to follow the scent of the oddly behaving man. Worst case scenario, the guy's just real eccentric and he portals away. Otherwise, there's something going on here and while he doesn't ordinarily care about such things, this is sounding odd enough to be potentially quite destructive.

*

Rain is quiet for now, blinking. She looks a bit at a loss. "…should I go? Being homeless is illegal, so if cops are coming, I'd quite like to go," She remarks. She looks worried. Fidget. She pets Captain, who closes his eyes. "And you work for Mr. Stark? Wait- the one with the tower?" She seems curious about Jason. But she is listening to Mike, mostly. As is Captain.

*

"What the fuck. Ceramic face? Pulling off his own… ok, ambush? From a public toilet stall? This is ridiculous. What kind of ninja drug bullshit were you dealing with there, Lt. Colonel?"

Mike tries to send his second wasp back into that rest-room so he can see what's going on better, while the first wasp moves up onto the wall to get an overall view. Apartment-wasp starts reconfiguring itself, turning into a moth with huge, sensitive antennae tuned to detect various high explosives. It moves out of the way of Fenris as he moves through.

"Homeless? Nonsense. You're my house guest," Mike says. He's not about to let that kind of elitist harassment fly near him.

*

Jason unhooks the pistol from its holster, half expecting the man from before to come crashing through guns blazing. "Just met the guy this morning, don't really know anything about him" He actively chooses to leave out a few details, before adding on "For the time being, yes," He comes back to a stand with a single pistol fresh from the assembly line and into his more than capable hands, he keeps the gun low, and pointed to the ground held with both hands.

Without thinking the man in his tacky bright yellow suit pulls the firearm, sending a few suppressed shots right into the chest of an unarmed man, who falls back into the stall. Looking at the body he just pushes the face back on tossing back the second one into his pocket. Working fast he flips his jacket inside out, catching the small bug between it and his back, and starts flipping his pants inside out just in time for Fenris to walk in

*

Annnnd yoink! "Now what's all this?" Fenris swirls his rod in the air, grabbing at the pants with precisely controlled wind. "Exactly where do you think you're going in such a loud getup, mmmm?"

*

Blink. Rain listens again. "Oh. Thanks," She smiles. "It's a bother sometimes," She shrugs. But she looks to Jason, eyebrows lifting. Well, he is ex-military. "Neat." Nod. Rain's an electrical engineer. Gadgets are groovy, right? Right. "I have no idea what's going on. Otherwise I'd help but …" She grunts. The cat on her shoulders just merps and settles in. He's prepared.

*

The second bug follows Fenris in. The first bug, being trapped, contracts into a sphere for damage-minimization. The moth continues to analyze what it can about the explosive devices in the apartment. Bloody hell.

"Bomb squad required. Repeat, bomb squad required," Mike says into the air. He's a cell-phone, after all. (Everyone has a hobby.) "I've neutralized the primary triggers, but there's enough semtex in there to level the building. Or more precisely, scatter it around the neighborhood as projectiles."

The very first bug remains inert where it is, because Mr. Defenestrator Mask-Face might somehow escape the Wolf. The other (first of three) remains a sphere for the moment. The second one tries to get in front of the guy and distract the hell out of him with spiky wings and stings and stuff so Fenris can bring the hurting on him.

*

Jason checks his pistol, making sure he's got a full clip loaded in. He looks over towards mike asking "Look like he needs help in there?" His attitude suddenly all business, as he lowers the pistol once more. His scars definitely work more for this flat emotionless expression then any of the smiling he might want to be doing from time to time. To be honest he knows this full well, which is why most of his humor is delivered deadpan.

"Woah" is the first thing that can be said by the man in yellow, as he goes tumbling to the ground his pants hoisted high into the air keeping him lifted by the ankles in his pencil themed underwear. "Hey, hey! Watch the suit, I ain't doing nothing wrong" The body seemingly having vanished from the stall completely, as if by magic, except there's no magic about this man. His voice sounds somewhat unsure and quite unamused.

*

"You're right. Nothing wrong at all. I just wanted to show you this huge hole in your window." Fenris grins as he floats the man by the pants back over to the broken sixth story window. He doesn't intend to drop him, though… it's entirely possible the man could wiggle himself free… albeit pants-less which is sure to get him noticed.

*

Rain watches Jason quietly a moment, tilting her head. She furrows her brows. Who is Mike talking to? But either way, Rain will quietly listen until the cops begin arriving and she drifts off out of habit.

*

"Seems like he's doing OK," Mike says. "He's cheating worse than I would — I'd be dragging the Defenestrator around by his zippers and buttons, probably."

The missing body in the stall? That definitely gets the wasp to investigate it. Was there someone there? Is there residual smoke from the gun? Corpses don't just vanish … do they?

The Bomb Squad is definitely on the way. The sphere-drone struggles out of the suit jacket and flies up next to Fenris.

"This apartment is stuffed full of explosives. Police are on the way," it says to him, in a high-pitched version of Mike's voice.

*

"Well what do you know, makes things a lot easier from my end," Jason keeps his pistol out at that low angle while looking towards the floor where he'd been thrown from. He's not sure why Fenris has the man by the pants, but at least things should sort themselves out, and it doesn't hurt that this means he doesn't have to be in the same room with a load of exploasives.

There isn't a single sign that the body was ever even there, barring a few trace amounts of polyisoprene left on the ground. Which seems to also be present in the explosives located in the apartment room. As he's dragged by the floating pants to the window, the man in yellow holds onto the sides of his face, trying to keep it from dragging too much on the ground itself. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You're going to hear from my lawyer about this" His voice sounding rather loud as he speaks trying to keep the ruse of innocence going strong.

*

"I'm sure I will. Now… Here's the hole in your window. My it's big. And dangerous. Why, anyone could just fall out…" Fenris takes this opportunity to portal back to Mike and Lucky and, he hopes, guide his (hopefully) still captured quarry (assuming he remains that way) back down to earth. "See how dangerous that is?"

*

"That's very weird. There was definitely a person in that bathroom, and there isn't a trace of them now. Just vaporized rubber. Also a lot of the same in the apartment."

Mike's left hand pops loose and floats up into the apartment, collecting the moth into itself, and flying around with "nacelles" as if it were a tiny hand-shaped spaceship. It gives Mike a better sense of what technology is there, and he feels about to see what's still inside. Also, to take better photos and scans of the bomb.

*

Jason opens his eyes wide, watching as the man in yellow is lowered from the building, not really sure of anything he could say other than "Well doesn't that just take all," his hands still wrapped around the firearm. "How did they just vanish" He asks turning over to face mike just to divide his attention from the site of the slowly drifting man.

"Oh god please don't drop me" The yellow man calls out covering over his eyes with his hands, not really wanting to think about the rather long fall that he'd have to take in order to get free from this situation. He's obviously rather afraid of Fenris for some reason, trying to think of some way to get away with his little plans. "How about you just let me get on my way, and I don't bring the lawyers into things?" He asks finally removing his hands from his eyes as he notices he's almost back on ground level. The explosives themselves seem to be home made, and yet military grade, an odd contradiction. It seems that some of the pots he'd already been cleaning up contained an odd mixture of chemical compounds that in theory could be used to 'erase' evidence, it's all an interesting mix of somewhat high tech equipment made from low grade materials.

*

"What say you…" Fenris says as he hovers the man a few inches from the ground. "Do you think we need to bring lawyers into this?" He's betting, based on the way Mike was acting, that the answer is yes. "Lucky I don't suppose you're prepared to enlighten us?"

*

"Lawyers? Uh, yes. I already called the bomb squad. This guy is some kind of evidence eraser … he shot a man and the body is completely missing, just a bit of gaseous rubber. The stuff is all over in the explosives, which I mentioned before … enough to take that whole building away, and I bet the bricks would be shiny clean when they landed."

Mike gives the guy a dirty look. "So who was the dude you shot anyway? And what's with the freaky mask?"

*

Lucky lowers his pistol a bit further as if that where possible not really sure if he wants to give the answer to a couple of hero's who'd probably wind up turning him in for it. "Friend of a friend, said he could get me what I needed" is more then what he even wants to say, but at least this way they'll have a bit less of a reason to pry further, he thinks. Jason moves closer over towards the man with his yellow suit, offering a rather unamused "That thing with the window hurt like hell by the way" moving to smash in the guys nose only to stop himself mid swing, he's got to talk to Betsy about whatever it is she did to him.

"I-I can explain everything, just let me grab my inhaler," His voice starting to sound somewhat shaky as he moves his hand slowly for the pocket of his shirt. He makes a bit of a wheezing breathing noise, speaking a bit as if he's on the verge of a panic attack.

*

Fenris just lets the wind drop they guy at this point. "Well, I don't particularly think you should let him grab anything." He's not particularly concerned about being harmed though. "Given that police are already on the way I'd sort of advise you not to make it worse on yourself."

Sirens in the distance? That could be them now.

"Friend of a friend told you that you could get the magic you've been taking here, is that it?"

*

"That is the worst case of PTSD I have ever seen," Mike says, but then Fenris drops the criminal, which is never a good idea, and Mike attempts to stop him from moving, but … seriously? With three remotes in the apartment, and three cars next to him, he's going to focus enough to grab the calcium in someone's bones? Not without time to prep, he's not. So Mike is not a go for stopping Mr. Defenestraser.

*

"It's complicated" Lucky says starting to move over to make sure that this as of yet unnamed man has at least someone holding onto him. "The point is we just stopped someone from killing who knows how many people" His voice sounding as if he's actually proud of himself for once, despite not really doing much other then get thrown out of a window during all of this.

The man in yellow reaches into his shirt pocket pulling out something that looks like a pink eraser oddly enough, though he's somewhat startled by the sudden drop. The second he hits the ground there's a flash of bright white light, smoke starting to flow out from his suit, as two capsules are burst at once. He slams down with a bit of a hard thud, though, he quickly forces himself back up to a stand.

Fenris takes a step back. Simple trick, but it works well enough on the unprepared. His rod comes back to the ready though and the wind whips up to clear the smoke. There's a few precious moments though where he can neither see nor smell well enough to acquire a target.

*

"Don't drop the …" Mike yells, when the guy flashbangsmokegrenades … dammit. There's enough metallic salts in the smoke to foul Mike's sense of perception, enough heat to blank his IR sensors, and of course, smoke and flash to play Hobb with his optical sensors, and the bang has messed with the sonar. He throws a spray of bb-sized metal spheres at where he thinks the guy is most likely to go, hoping to tag him with a 'here I am' sensor. Since the briefcase is upstairs. Dammit.

*

Lucky is completely surprised by the sudden flash, and isn't even able to fire off a shot before his vision is obscured by the rather heavy smoke. "I can't see a damn thing" he coughs rather loudly trying to get a look at just where the man might be.

When the fog is blown away only a pair of yellow pinstripe pants, and a pink rubber eraser are left behind. The police pull around the corner red and blue flashing about with trucks and cars, and the bomb disposal unit in toe, they seem ready for a war zone.


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