Beachfront Luck

Summary:
August 27 2014: Sara, Mera and Rowan all find a little bit of Luck(y) near the FDR Boardwalk

Staten Island, FDR Boardwalk

Beachfront fun and shopping, rather empty as the night rolls in.


Characters

NPCs

  • Thugs
  • Mugging Victim

Mood Music:
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FDR boardwalk is ordinarily a pretty sedate place. Staten island is somewhat suburban is character after all and being a tourist and vacation area, the place tends to be pretty well controlled. Mostly. It's getting dark though and folks have left the beaches for the most part. Still, almost peaceful. Well. It was. Right now, in a deserted corner of the boardwalk there's several meaty thunks ringing out to the accompaniment of. "WHY! WON'T! YOU! STAY! DEAD!!!!!!!"

Ordinarily Rowan, who is still not really supposed to go to the surface, just ignores this kind of thing. But that shout? Oh that's just odd. So he gets out of the water and runs in that direction.

*

The joys of the spook squad. Sara gets called out all over New York to look into the tales of the strange. Today, she was lucky enough to get the call about some sort of mermaid seen by the ferry. Because that's the sort of thing that happens in her life. Once it was determined that the "mermaid" was actually a garbage bag and some derelict buoys, there was nothing else to look into. And maybe it's too much working with Paul, but Sara just wanted to grab something to eat. She's on her way back to the squad car from a hot dog bar when she hears the disturbance on the boardwalk, brows furrowing as she jogs toward the sound. Please just be a roach, please just be a roach…

*

The tell tale sign of metal smashing into bone can be heard, a splatter of blood splattering across the ground. The sounds source, a man in his mid twenties clothing covered in blood trying to fight off a group of about five men in leather jackets, with ski-masks, each armed with spiked bats. One of the bats is currently sticking out of the side of this man covered in scars, and blood, with a pained look on his face, having stepped between the men, and a crying woman wearing a rather expensive looking dress. He speaks up in a gravely voice, as he twists his body ripping away the spiked bat from the attackers hand, "This was my favorite shirt" obviously having already taken one hell of a beating.

*

Mera had been wandering about exploring close enough to still be 'minding' Rowan, but far enough away to let him feel like she's not hovering. But when he abruptly bolts up onto the shore it gets her attention and she moves to follow. She's several moments behind him, though, and as she doesn't know why, she sends him a quick telepathic message. <Rowan?>

*

<Trouble.> Is all Rowan thinks back. There's no one around to blend in with so his clothes are obviously just some kind of tight shorts and shirt. And no shoes, because he doesn't need them. He's already bolting toward the noise, though he's further away than Sara. On the way he calls Air to him. His skin turns pale and a breeze flows about him. «Not sure yet.>

The attempted mugging has turned into a full on terrified beating. The attackers aren't hitting him (anymore) because they're angry. It's because they're scared. Which may have something to do with the reason the woman is crying. Sara can likely see it at this point.

*

"Whoa, hey! NYPD!" Sara calls ahead of herself, drawing her duty piece as she runs up toward the group. "Put the weapons down and step away, NOW!" There's a glint at her wrist, but given the air of terror around the men, she pulls back on the Witchblade, keeping it from striking out just yet.

*

"Thank god for cavalry" Jason says ripping the bat out of his own side, tossing it to the ground, as the men try to run off each in a different direction. As if the unkillable man weren't enough, now they've got to deal with the cops? They don't make enough for this, and knowing that they want out, well all except for the one who looks to have been scarred stiff by Jason's actions. As he holds up his arms, Lucky starts to turn to look towards the officers, only to fall over the blood-loss finally getting to him.

*

Trouble. That's VERY bad. Mera creates a water spout to propel herself after Rowan faster, not really caring if it attracts unnecessary attention. She's gaining on the now pale-skinned Blue, but no telling what they're both rushing toward.

*

That does about to it. The attackers scatter. Well all except for two. One jumps in fright at Sara and turns to sling his bat right at her head. The other one, well he pulls out a gun and points it past Lucky to the woman he's protecting, clearly intended to take a hostage. How that works from eight feet away, even he can't say. He's a bit addled right now.

Before he can actually do anything though there's a deep thrum noise from behind Sara and a lightning bolt strikes the man and hurls him into the alley wall at Lucky's feet.

Rowan walks up carefully, hands outstretched. It's reasonable to think he's where the lightning came from… because he is. Now not only is his skin pale but his hands are taloned as well. It's subtle, but Sara and Lucky are more than close enough to see.

*

When did Sara get a sword? Her hand was bare and empty, and then there's a sweeping, short blade in her hand, catching the thrust of the bat and pushing it down. "Really bad decision." And just as quickly as it appeared, the sword is gone…but Sara's fist is aimed directly at the thug's face. Now you see it, now you don't see anything! Apparently those sword lessons with Slade are paying off, at least.

*

Jason kicks the man on the ground with barely any strength, muttering something, before looking over towards the terrified woman on the ground just a short ways from him. His vision going in and out of focus, and with all the terror about he decides it's about the right time for a reset, hopefully before anyone can hook him up to life support. There's no way he's leaving Pepper without an at least somewhat competent bodyguard, and yet he may not have to shoot himself as when he moves he comes to the realization that he's worse off than he thought.

*

Mera arrives behind Rowan with ZERO subtlety: essentially, an eight-foot tall wave of sea water just RUSHED up the beach and toward Lucky and Sara and Rowan's location, Mera seemingly suspended in the middle of it looking positively murderous.

*

Rowan slows to a stop as Lucky buckles. "What happened? I heard the beating? Is he okay?"

The man standing next to Sara is… uh, rather obviously inhuman. Not very much so but, yes, most certainly not human looking.

"I… oh… godness." He turns to Mera as she comes up, confused. This kind of crime, in a nation at war, was not really something he ever dealt with. It sort of boggles his mind.

*

Sara crouches down once the man with the bat is down, breaking out a pair of cuffs just in time to see…Whoa. "Uh. Hi there." She looks between Rowan and Mera, then clears her throat, nodding toward the injured Lucky. "Do me a favor, make sure he's still breathing. I'm going to call this in."

*

Mera sees that there isn't any fighting going on anymore, and steps out of the wave that brought her to the rest of them. The wall of water just… splashes to the ground as she steps toward Lucky and … has no idea how to check a surface dweller for injuries. Her eyes focus on Rowan. He claims to have worked with surfacers, maybe he knows.

*

Rowan kneels down and feels Lucky's neck. "He's gone…" The soldier stares down at the dead man. Like, stares. It's kind of unnerving. Sara may have seen it before, both on the force and while working. Flashback. PTSD. He's gone for the moment. His clawed hands are clenching and unclenching almost randomly as something a lot like white smoke wafts up from his skin which is becoming more and more pink and normal by the

*

The cuffs snap into place, and Sara looks up to see Rowan frozen. "Okay, take a seat," she says instead, leaving the one in cuffs to come over toward Lucky herself to get a look. "Let's just…double check." As she does, she punches a few numbers into her phone, trapping it between her ear and her shoulder. "Yeah, this is Pezzini. I've got a nasty mugging out here, FDR boardwalk. One definitely injured, two perps down, couple witnesses, send someone out here?" Without really thinking about it, she reaches a hand for Rowan's shoulder to gently try to encourage him to sit down. "Lie back, feet up," she murmurs, reaching out with the other hand to check for a pulse on Lucky.

*

There is obviously no pulse at all in this man, not even a feint one. He lays there on his back with closed eyes not making a sound covered completely in wounds fresh, and old alike, and oddly enough he has a pair of old dog tags hung around his neck, along with a staggering number of military tattoo's.

*

Mera stays back with a slight frown, unsure of why Rowan is reacting as he is, and even less sure of how to help the crying woman or the fallen man that the armed woman is reaching to touch. "What has happened here?" Yeah, imperious voice always helps. Right?

*

Rowan sits down, still staring. Mera's voice seems to draw him out, perhaps amusingly. "I…" He clears his throat and looks back up. "Sorry, Your Majesty." That's loud enough for Sara to hear, for sure. "I was… remembering something." Remembering the last time he saw a dead surfacer like this. It had been a massacre of their allies. Not… not really a pleasant memory. Sara gets an odd look. Fortunately, the man giving her the odd, curious look now looks quite human. Even though he isn't.

*

"Great question. How, exactly, did you show up in a wall of water?" Probably not the part Mera was wondering about. But Sara is. "Dammit," she mutters as she finds no pulse. "Make sure that ambulance comes fast, looks like I'm going to be performing CPR," she says into the phone, putting it on speaker and setting it aside as she gets into position. COMPRESSION TIME!

*

Oddly enough it's at this time that the body begins to bleed from its wounds once again, despite the lack of pulse. The blood looks perfectly normal, but something about it isn't quite right, as small wounds on his person begin to seal back up, broken off bits of metal being forced out on the blood flow. His bones begin to crack quietly his broken arm, and ribs sounding as if they're doing something on their own.

*

Rowan blinks. "Miss… Look!" He points, rising again. Somehow, he's fairly certain that's just not supposed to happen. Magic? BLack magic maybe. "Stay back your Majesty." The Blue interposes himself between the Sea Queen and Lucky.

*

Mera looks taken aback, though not in a pleased way. Though… it's difficult to say if her reaction is because of the man's injuries reversing themselves or because of Rowan suddenly becoming protective of her. It's a bit of a toss up.

*

That is definitely not how compressions are supposed to go. Not at all. Sara falls back on her heels when things start healing up, though she seems less shocked by the body itself, and more concerned with getting a look at her bracelet. "Now you work?" she asks oddly, frowning to herself.

*

More blood continues to pour out from the body, as wounds seal, bones set, and in general it just looks as if his body is repairing itself. However it seems that a few of the cuts and bruises on his body are actually re-opening themselves, looking as if their healing process is reversing itself, the old wounds looking fresh again, as the new wounds vanish all together.

*

Rowan blinks and kneels down, feeling down toward the neck again. "I…" He blinks. "He lives." The confusion? Oh yeah, quite evident. "I don't understand. He was dead." The soldier looks down at lucky as if some answers will be there.

*

Mera looks confused. She doesn't like being confused. It makes her irritable. So now she looks irritable. "How is this possible?" She looks, no, she scowls at Sara. "Is this your doing? Are you a healer?"

*

"Honestly, lady, I have no idea." Sara watches the healing with a frown of her own, shaking her head at Mera's question. In the distance, there's the sound of sirens, that backup she called for already making their way here.

*

The blood stops flowing, and Lucky's body goes completely limp, and lifeless once more. After only a few seconds his chest violently surges up, as if someone had used a defibrillator on him, the man taking in a sharp gasp of breath, eyes popping open with a sudden life to them. "Happy birthday," being the only thing he can think to say off of the top of his head as vision comes back into focus. The blood from his healing is still vary much covering the ground, and when tested will turn out to be perfectly natural blood.

*

Rowan blinks. "I… um… I'm glad you weren't killed. Sorry I didn't arrive in time to stop them from… killing you?" Yeah, that made no sense. At all.

*

Mera turns toward the faint and growing sounds of sirens. "What manner of whalesong is that?" She turns to look at Sara again, as she is clearly the surfacer in the know and able to converse currently.

*

"That's the ambulance," Sara answers Mera, giving the woman another look before deciding…no, not the time to ask certain questions. "Hey, don't let him get up, okay?" she says to Rowan, because apparently he looks like the sensible one. "I'll be right back." And then she's jogging off to meet the first responders.

*

Rowan kneels down next to Lucky. "It is a siren, you Majesty. I believe those would be the local… constabulary? Or medical services?" Or the military. That's usually what it meant for Rowan but this world seems far less… militarized. "Do not move. Are you well? Can you hear me? You were just… dead. I think. Unless you were before. I'm not sure now." He's so not sure.

*

"Don't think so," Lucky grumbles forcing himself back to a stand in a single fluid motion. "Dieing is what I do" He offers sounding somewhat groggy as if just waking up from an uncomfortable nap, before looking back towards the ambulance. Looking back towards Mera, and Rowan he answers "Ambulances," with a bit of distaste at the state of his shirt.

*

Mera startles as the man abruptly stands, stepping back into a defensive stance as three little spheres of water rise up from a puddle left by her arrival. "What manner of creature are you? Answer plainly."

*

Rowan stands, stepping back. Mera's start puts him on the defensive but he hasn't pulled a weapon. Yet. "What is your name, surfacer?" Surfacer? This guy came up the beach right? Then again… Mera arrived in a huge wave, so….

*

Looking towards the two for a quick second Jason quickly rattles off a rank, name and number of some kind, "Lieutenant Colonel Jason Lucky 511392642", before moving his eyes from the ambulance over towards the still rather confused looking woman on the ground. He starts to turn his body towards her to try and check on her, or maybe to make an escape not too bothered by the fact that someone may want to attack him.

Lucky says, "Retired."

*

Rowan cants his head. "A soldier. You're a soldier." The ranks and numbers don't mean anything to him but he recognizes the manner. "You were protecting that woman then. Who were they? what did they want?"

*

"Was" Jason says rather plainly, before moving over to the woman on the ground, and offering out a rather badly scarred hand. Though by the looks the woman is in a bit too much shock to do much of anything other than lay there looking at the ground. "You ask a lot of questions" he observes, letting his hand fall back down to his side, trying to wipe off a bit of the still wet blood from himself.

*

"I'm… sort of trying to figure things out." Rowan looks normal now that he's not pale and throwing lightning at people. "I'm not from around here, I guess you could say." He shakes Lucky's hand. "Rowan."

*

Mera straightens again as Lucky seems to be not about to attack anymore, and at seeing him look down at the blood on himself, she tilts her head to one side consideringly. Rowan might recognize this look. And, all sneaky-like if water is capable of being sneaky, a water tentacle approaches them from the nearest part of the surf.

*

It takes a bit of effort to keep himself from trying to throw Rowan when his hand is grabbed without warning, but Jason manages to just allow his bloody hand to be shaken. "A pleasure" What he can't control is a snap reaction when he catches something from the corner of his eye, a gun being drawn from seemingly nowhere, and leveled at the water, as if that would do any good, with his left hand.

*

Rowan feels the tension and when the gun is drawn he suddenly spooks back and raises his left arm. The bracer there manifests some kind of crossbow construct. He doesn't point it at anyone, just spooked by the sudden movement.

And then he notices. "Are you going to… attack the ocean?" Rowan seems almost amused.

*

The water tentacle approaches almost serenely, rises up several feet, but then 'attacks' Lucky, drenching him pretty much instantly and washing off most of the blood on him.

*

"Pffbbbbit" is roughly the sound that a man can really be expected to make when suddenly drenched head to toe in water. Luckily for Lucky he's only lost a few rounds from being unceremoniously soaked. The water on his once white shirt makes it clear that this man has a large number of knives, guns, and ammunition stashed on his person, of various sizes, his shirt now turning somewhat clear and form fitting as the water shrinks it to his person. "Thanks" he almost growls out shoving the small snub-nosed revolver back inside of its holster.

*

Mera lets the rest of the water tentacle just fall. "It is an improvement."

*

Rowan puts the… bow-weapon away. And then resists the urge to laugh - a lot - as Lucky is washed off by the Queen. "Well done your Majesty." He murmurs. Clearly his sense of humor is coming back at least a little.

"Yes I must agree. A great improvement. He smells better." That with a wink. A joke, perhaps.

*

Wiping the water from his eyes, Jason lets out a small sigh the paramedics still being caught up by Sara for the time being. "Thanks, a lot", he repeats again trying to get over the fact that he's just been drenched. "You do house calls?" He asks looking over towards the woman just referred to as Majesty, before adding on "Children's birthday's?"

*

Mera frowns at Lucky, trying to decide if she should be insulted or not. Though what she decides is probably difficult to say, as she simply turns around and walks back toward the ocean without another word. Maybe Rowan knows how to interpret that.

*

Rowan watches her go. "Mmmm…" He shakes his head turning back to the soldiers. "I believe that was meant to be a courtesy."

*

"And I gave thanks" Jason quietly confirms, placing his hands back inside of his pockets, taking another look off towards the ambulance, and the girl next to it. In his mind she feels somewhat familiar, like a distant thought, but he can't place it for all of the fog and pushes the idea aside, looking back towards Rowan.

*

Rowan cants his head once more. He looks normal but he acts out of place. A fish out of water as it were. "Yes?" The brows knit curiously.

*

As the EMT's start to make their way over towards the scene, Sara having given them all of the information that they need in order to handle the scene, Jason starts to move away, looking to Rowan. "Exactly," He tries to make it so the weapons are less obvious but failing that he starts to move away further from the scene "If you'll excuse me"

*

"I should probably leave myself." Rowan has no desire to get entangled up with the surfacer authorities. He starts to walk back to the beach, actually toward the surf. "Good luck, Lieutenant Colonel. Perhaps we shall meet again."


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