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Horrors Unleashed, Lunar Edition
Date of Scene: 15 March 2022
Location: Attilan
Synopsis: Jane and Daisy run into trouble on the moon in the form of alpha primitives yet they end with more questions than answers when they are able to repel their attack? Who are they? Where did they come from? It's clear they will have to have a word with King Blackagar!
Cast of Characters: Jane Foster, Daisy Johnson




Jane Foster has posed:
Calling it a beautiful day on the Moon is something of a scientific in-joke, considering the days are exactly the same without the benefit of the Blue Area. Artificial atmosphere gives a presence of air, but not wind. Fake sky projected by technology and maybe the odd, wonderful Inhuman atmokinetic gives the impression of nice weather, at least. But it's not like someone will batter the city with an inclement rainstorm or a howling tempest; it's really just up to the imagination to fill in those details.

Jane doesn't need an umbrella at least, nor mittens. She carries the latter in her back pocket, since they left Earth in the winter and technically it's still winter in their hemisphere. Plus, one never knows when horrified pearls may be clutched by someone crying, "Foul human!" and pointing if she touches it bare handed. Lo, there she is, stuck on the fringes of the Human Quarter. No king to escort her around, no Jemma to interpret the oddities they find. No, she has the actual Inhuman inheritor of all that power that Moon People are deeply jealous of. Apparently.

"I wish I knew what passed for traditional food up here," she says. "Surprising everyone by cooking a nice dinner might be enjoyable."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Today Daisy looks almost like a princess. It's not her fault, it's the clothing that the royal people gave her to dress! Some purples, a long tunic. Even a hair band of a light blue color, "I blame Blackagar for all this." she tells Jane, gesturing at herself while she walks along with the other woman out on the Human quarter. Which is sort of a lie, because she is enjoying dressing up a bit. Not something she usually does!

"Don't you think it gets a bit boring if they never get any rain, or ..., anything at all? Just bright, sunny days?" She ponders, arms folded together and she looking up at the sky. It's when Jane speaks of food and she grins.

"Burgers and fries? Perhaps some chinese?" She suggests. Which in a way is more wistful thinking than actually serious suggestions on what she thinks it may be. "But more seriously, just something traditional from your own roots should do the trick if that's what you are wanting to do."

Jane Foster has posed:
Daisy looks like a princess, and Jane is Jane. She laughs under her breath at the fancy detail that colours Daisy. "You realize he gave it to you to fit in and to feel comfortable? I have a heap of dresses and robes, altogether splendidly odd. They feel a lot like what I wore when Thor took me to Asgard. Fewer metal bits. You have any idea of how weird it is to wear gauntlets and arm bands all day long? Not the practical kind. The metal decorative kind that dent if you look at them wrong or they don't move when you lift your arm."

She wouldn't know anything about functional gauntlets, nope. Not that Daisy doesn't, and the clarification is necessary. "He cares about your well-being. That's so sweet." With a hint of laughter on her lips, she turns to see another stall that really would rather not have them there, examining jars of goo. Not goo, not really; sauces, spiced admixtures to put into soups and bases of stews. Yummy stuff! "I think they prefer not dealing with the weather the way we have. It's never going to be muddy or blow you away. The most you have to worry about is a meteorite impact. Good for stargazers." Teasing, she nudges the regal not-royal. "Chinese food... dumplings. I could go for that. Think Lockjaw takes orders?" A wistful tone too. "You know, we'll be hitting up our favourite royal dragon spot as soon as we can. I want to try something up here. My roots, Daisy, are from Seattle. You think they have salmon around here for me to make sushi?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Seattle? Well, what's traditional in Seattle.." Daisy asks, curious. She doesn't know! She walks along but then grins when Jane gives her a nudge, hands up and adjusting her hairband, "Watch it, you are dealing with royalty, you know?" is she making a Prince Maximus impersonation? She might just be. Uppity nose. Higher pitch. Yep, definitely. But she quickly rolls her eyes, "Good thing we haven't heard about *that* guy for a while now..."

The talk about different outfits has her nod slowly. "Yea, I know a thing or two about gauntlets..." she doesn't need then anymore. Not since Afterlife. Another smile. "And Lockjaw, mmmm. I am sure he'd be a hit at the Royal Dragon. I mean, a dog the size of a horse asking for takeout? Typical Hell's Kitchen fare..."

Considering all the oddities that often happen at Hell's Kitchen she might not be too far off the mark! "But wait, are you saying you want to try one of their traditional dishes..?" she looks at the nearby stall with the jars of sauces, "Okay, if that's the traditional stuff I may not want that ..." she's such a picky princess!

Jane Foster has posed:
"Fish. Sushi, salmon is popular. Crab too, not so much lobster. Seafood is popular, but we basically eat whatever we like in American food. But definitely we like our fresh fish." Sighing, Jane taps her fingers to her lips. "You know, maybe I should make some for Blackagar back on Earth. He doesn't have much opportunity up here. The creeks aren't real. How can they have fish?" She has yet to meet Triton, clearly, though maybe he has things to say about lunar maria not being seas. Liquid saltwater seas, if that counts. Daisy's impression earns raised eyebrows.

She clears her throat." Do you have something to tell me? Maybe about an abdication and you're becoming regent, or taking over? I have vested interests." Her laughter glimmers all bright around them, soft but sweet. "Royal princess at a royal dragon restaurant. What does your boyfriend think of that?" Her innocent snicker is hopeless.

Really, it is. "I am indeed saying I would. When in Rome, right? Haven't you eaten anything here?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Well, you know I am good with sushi of course." Well, Daisy is good with most foods. Bottomless pit that one. Just not goo of dubious origins. "And that sounds like a great suggestion, when can I expect some of that food? Later today?" she is already starting to plan things out.

"We will send Lockjaw on a food run. Sushi doesn't take long to prepare. And then you can even surprise Blackagar." Daisy then laughing when Jane speaks of her becoming regent, "Oh, I am just enjoying it. Not much of a chance to be like a princess when I was younger." too much time spent at foster homes and at the orphanage!

Yet before she talks more there's some sounds of commotion further down the street. A panicked scream. Something crashing. Daisy frowns and looks over. "Something's going on.." her voice having lost the lightness. "Lets go."

Jane Foster has posed:
Sushi is indeed something Jane can consume in mass quantities. Where does it go? Why does it go? How can a soul nosh on maki rolls? Odin logic. That's really how it all works. "I shall commit myself. You can expect to eat some normal food later on, and maybe..." Shaking her head, she laughs. "Your own people's today. I am going to enjoy myself on the Moon, grumpy or not grumpy people. I notice you don' t answer about..."

No chance to be a princess, but the business of that goes fading out of view. Too much time spent everywhere reels back into the threat of something going on. Are guards walking that way? "Daisy! That's too close to the Avenue of Kings, we can't just go past there--"

Rule-following is not Jane's strong suit, any more than La Quake's. The best she can do is really, truly try. Doing the right thing, though, that trumps other concerns as she takes a moment to lift her tunic hem a bit, making it easier to run. Forget looking suave and dashing. "Tell me that's not a roof giving in. I don't know about their architecture well here."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"No, not a roof. But there's a rumble..." Daisy focuses on the readings she is getting from the moon from the small shakes here and there that she feels, eyes narrowing. "It's like, something caved in. Under the ground." she tells Jane. "And there is something ..., someone .., coming up? Quite a few someones.." she shakes her head. "People are in danger."

And Daisy, being the woman of action that she is rips the sides of her tunic for better running purposes. She will deal with Blackagar's wrath on ripping apart precious 'princess' tunics later on!

And then they are running, towards danger, towards the scream that was heard a few moments back. An Inhuman zips past them, running in a panic. "They are free. Coming out! Run!" and not waiting for the two 'damsels' he continues on. So much for chivalry!

The source of the man's panic reveals itself as they take a corner into a larger avenue. A couple of large figures. Inhumans? Maybe. But they seem mutated, muscled and eerily alike to one another. In fact, a copy of one another. They turn to look towards the duo and hiss.

Jane Foster has posed:
Far be it from Jane to adhere to rules just /because/. Lives in danger? Rules take a backseat to life-saving measures. The aftermath for their political or social transgressions will need to be surveyed in due time, not in the heat of the moment. Her own hesitation lies closer to the heart of herself, really, and that flick of her gaze toward the palace probably spells it all. That way madness lies.

"It wouldn't be a heroic adventure without you showing skin," she chides Daisy, though no real force is present. She is used to running in ungainly dresses, so a longer robe split fetchingly up the back really doesn't hinder her too well. Thanks again, Asgard. "Someones? Coming up from a subterranean tunnel in the lithosphere?" Yes, astrogeology is another study of hers, since they cannot very well go out into 'town' now can they?

The Old City's somewhat cobbled appearance is antiquated next to the impressive structures beautifully laid out in perfect grids, Attilan above all a place of harmony and symmetry. The digs get nicer, the art more plentiful, and other touches of an ancient civilization melded almost seamlessly into the hypermodern facades. An Inhuman running away from something leaves a foul taste in her mouth, but she plows on. "Don't tell me moon-spiders are real." Lightening the mood isn't quite true, so much as how she's going to be received performing CPR on a fallen Inhuman. Bad prisoner free, oh no. If only she knew, the tidy little square with its orderly buildings sundered by a breach past a waste transport line and the fretwork of electronics and complex technological underpinnings. A black eye on the smooth appearance thrums with things trying to get out.

As for a target? Pretty obvious.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"You won't hear Matt complaining about that!" About showing skin that is. There is an amused smirk on Daisy's lips when she says that. But then they are running. No time to lose and there may be people in danger. The man that runs past them has Daisy arch a brow, "So much for having backup..." she mutters. They are used to that though at least. No need for backup when the Furiae are together. And even if it's only 2/3 of them so far? Still enough.

Daisy stops when they come across those two figures. She narrows her eyes, looking at one, then the other. "I am sensing ..., it's as if they were the same." a beat, "Clones?" at least at a first reading.

"Look, we don't want to hurt you. We just want to know what's going on and ---" a roar erupts from one of them, interrupting her and he says in a clipped tone, "Inhuman. Die."

So much for eloquence.

And just to prove that he's putting actions where his words were he begins to run towards Jane and Daisy. The other goes to the side of the street and picks a large piece of debris to throw at them.

To the side of the beautiful, symmetric avenut they are in there's a large hole, debris all around it. Almost as if there had been a blast opening up the passage.

Jane Foster has posed:
Walking around with an actual weapon, like an ICER, would start an international incident that Jane refuses to edge closer to manifestation. Besides, SHIELD issued the ICERs. They did not authorize use off-world, which belongs to SWORD. Paperwork for SWORD will promptly follow this little fandango, supposing she gets home. Jane might be more put out by the oversight, a passing thought wiped clean at the feral accusations thrown at everyone else on planet except herself, Matt, and Jemma. Maybe one or two others.

The 'him' soon has several other hims, most of them crudely dressed and definitely dirty from their labours. Stained skin and dirty clothes altogether increase the intimidation factor, and for a good moment, the brunette rocks back on her heels. "Where did they--" She doesn't get the question out before the wall torn free of the building sails at them. First, dodge.

That can be the easy part, anyway, but diving behind a corner only allows a spiderweb of cracks to form where a boulder impacts the office. Glass shatters, and inside, screams erupt from fear. The blast probably shook them, but the bombardment isn't anything like a lunaquake. She brushes the grit from her hair as a different tack follows, which is a very angry escapee swinging an electrified pick of some sort. Instead of using it on a vein of basalt, the pick is, effectively, a very nasty taser that happily splits spleens and shocks bodies if given the chance.

Daisy now has three things to worry about. Jane wisely grabs the nearest brick jarred slightly free and climbs.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
It's perhaps a good thing that Daisy is an actual weapon and not needing ICERs. Would she bring one if she didn't have her powers? Most likely. Breaking rules is her motto after all. But right now? It's protecting lives. Inhuman lives. And her friend's life too. The thrown debris has Daisy take a step back, one arm coming up to protect herself from the broken glass, she feeling the sting of some of them on her arm and flank. Painful but it's also making her angry. And you don't want a Daisy when she is angry.

"Jane! Are you okay?" She looks over quickly to where Jane took cover. Seeing her well means her attention goes fully towards the incoming Alphas. She grits her teeth, "Alright then. Let's play." voice sharp. Another quake rumbles across the streets but this time there's a familiar tang to it. One of Daisy's...

And then she unleashes, arms extending forward as vibrations go across the street and hit the two alphas running their way full on. They slow the creatures but ..., they don't stop. Daisy is a touch surprised. Surprised enough that she barely dodges the pick swinging at her head. "These guys are tough!" she tells over to Jane, dodging another swing before she gets right under the Alpha, hands touching his chest. And from point blank? The vibrations burst and throw the figure back quite a few meters, it sprawling on the floor and leaving it's pick near Daisy. She picks it up. "Jane. Here!" she throws the weapon over to the other woman if she looks over to her.

Which also makes her be blindsided to the other Alpha running up from behind her to attempt to tackle Daisy.

Jane Foster has posed:
Inhuman lives equate higher up the scale for Jane, but being trapped between two phases of existence certainly has its advantages. More distinctly because Daisy stands in the front lines, and a building with frightened people proves intolerable. The dust thrown up into the air from the explosion and another hurled rock stings her eyes and makes her handholds gritty. Sand and debris cause her to slip a couple times, though she never totally drops to the ground from them. "Fine!" she shouts back, spitting out fine dust that reduces visibility. Softer, a curse rises to her lips as the ground shakes again, throwing her back to land heavily on the ground. As far as heroics go, not fabulous, especially when she hurriedly rubs her side for the definite discomfort of hitting the ground. A frightened office worker bursts out from the back door and high-tails it away to safety while she rises in the gloom, covered in that fine grey dust that gets everywhere. Seriously, /everywhere/.

Attilan's law enforcement, whatever it is, surely must be mobilizing but not fast enough. She is already back to the wall, but the building's stability and the murky fog caused by debris makes her value up there negligible. Maybe if she were throwing rooftiles? The Alpha roars and one does a Hulk move, leaping to the front of a building rather than staying in direct line of Daisy's shot. he punches out a window, peering inside if anyone happens to be close. Oh boo, they do. Perfect person to hurl out /behind/ him, shrieking all the way.

Doubly blind-sided, a bad situation. Jane responds to 'here' or 'hear' well enough, watching the sparking pick bounce off the polished road and go skittering madly. She has to chase after it, pinning it down with perfectly normal human speed and strength. Once in hand, her task is running back. Not likely fast enough to stop the damage, but to join it, sure.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The shriek has Daisy's attention immediately go there. Someone falling to the floor? Maybe even going to die? That has her focus, hands spreading as she exhales out. Vibrations manifest under the falling one, starting to slow down their fall. Sucess! At least until...

The tackle catches Daisy on the side full on. One worthy of Superbowl even for it throws the Inhuman woman flying with the increased strength those alphas appear to have. Daisy falls with a thud and skids across the road, wincing in pain as she stops right by some debris on the ground. The look in her face is telling that it hurt like heck though at least she hasn't been knocked out. Small blessings..

The alpha roars in triumph at having downed Quake and then readies himself for another go. Perhaps to trample her this time.

"I hope you took the license plate of that car that hit me..." Daisy murmurs, still dazed at the whole thing. She tries to sit up, hands pushing herself up even if she is still somewhat wobbly.

Jane Foster has posed:
Someone falling, someone crashing away. Fates play cruel hands, and who would you choose to live if you can only save one? What about sparing yourself? Quandaries to be faced with the utmost cruelty fly before Daisy, choice sto be made in the heat of the moment.

The tackle that takes her from her feet earns a cry out of Jane, small blessings being overruled by a defiant anger. Dust blossoms up and drifts over the air, making it that much harder to see. Certainly, it's no fun trying to spit it out or breathe the grit, but at least no sandstorm wracks the city like Mars occasionally has.

The alpha roars and the brunette grimaces. Bigger they are, harder they hit. Harder they fall. Being a martial artist against bigger and scarier opponents might not be so helpful without the likes of Richard Dragon's talent, but that hardly causes the astrophysicist to stop. Lessons to practice and overcome this downside dance through the air. She plunges in without hesitation, circling from behind with the pick in one hand and her palm open in the other. Behold, look, nothing frightening to see here. "Go!" Might be a shout to Daisy or a roar to him, but swinging that electrified pick in her off-hand doesn't sound entirely so bad. If only dancing in a dust-devil gave full concealment.

<<No, I will /not/ strip down to a battle cloak in a dance. I don't care if you think he deserves it!>> Undrjarn withholds its opinion from the thought sent its way. Geopolitics.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The alpha, getting ready to trample Quake, only has time to register the defiant war cry before taking the electrified pick to the side. It lets out another roar but staggers forward. Down but not out. And getting angry. It's eyes gleam and he looks at Jane with murder intents. "Big. Mistake." voice coming out in a clipped manner. As if it didn't have much experience talking at all.

Quake is still down on her knees, coughing and cleaning her face from the dust and debris. Body is hurting all over but she knows she can't stop. Not yet. There is still danger to the Inhumans, to her friend.

"One foot, then the other. Get up.." Daisy murmurs to herself, conjuring out her own will to slowly get herself back up to her feet.

"You guys really chose the wrong day to come out to play." She says, tone hardening. A blast sends one of the alphas back against the broken wall they are coming out of, some stone falling down. Daisy looks across to Jane, "If we can bring them back into that hole I can make it collapse and trap them back in." she tells the other.

Of course Jane may have problems of her own right now with the alpha recovering from the electrified attack and turning to face her!

Jane Foster has posed:
The pick meant to stripmine the Moon's minerals or other unknown valuables from the crust delivers a pretty good shock. Jane tries to absorb the rebound and staggers back a few steps, clearly not a miner used to such aching pressures on her arms. Lucky to stay on her feet at all, she wheezes from the force of being knocked back.

Unfortunately for her, and maybe the alpha primitive, she is perfectly understandable to them both. "I am not Inhuman."

Does that exonerate her in their eyes? Do they even know other people exist outside the Moon, beyond Attilan? Has their world always been nailed down, confined to some place below? She doesn't have the context to know even what they are, only to face them down by straightening up her shoulders and raising her chin. "But I will protect them. As I'd protect you from them." She might not have much chance to say more, her sienna eyes refusing to shift to Daisy and attract more focus there.

The pick slips down lower as she pivots on her feet, stripping the distance a little more. The monstrous being facing her raises threats, the blurry indigo death's heads popping up in the office, in the tight quarters all around. None yet over the palace but they all have expiration dates, some growing monumentally larger than others.

Fear and pain shimmer at the back of her thoughts. It can hurt her. It can damage her. Prospects are what they are, but she stands there still, a slim brunette David against the Goliath.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The creature looks primal, with difficulties in talking but it looks to be more due to a lack of experience than anything else. There's intelligence behind those eyes, watching Jane when she announces not being Inhuman, then saying she'd defend him. It lets out an harsh laugh. Mocking. "You.No.Understand." lips quirking up to a smirk, "No rights. Sla-" the creature was stepping forward to Jane. Aggressively? Maybe. But whatever else it was going to say is interrupted by a concussive blast coming from yours truly. It sends the alpha skidding across the street, Quake walking over to join Jane.

"Hey, you okay?" She asks. Some blood is on the side of the Inhuman's head and she is walking with a small limp but it doesn't seem too serious. As far as head injuries are serious! Might be a concussion maybe. "Lets get these guys back inside."

More blasts come from Daisy as she begins to corral them back into the opening. And like some kind of herd mentality they appear to be flocking back to where they came from. Perhaps for safety.

Jane Foster has posed:
"I'm alive," Jane says, tilting her head and following the concussive blast throwing the alpha primitives sideways. Her expression turns worried, stained slightly in a frowning weight. Her lips curve down a bit as the measured worry becomes that much stickier. "No rights? I have or they don't?" Questions fall without expectation of answers as she slides forward, and the alpha receives that troubled stare for a moment. "I'm not sure corralling them underground is right, Daisy. We might be in deeper than we have right to. I can't let them just run around hurting people, but is it right to put them back in the box?"

Her murmur isn't loud, giving Daisy the benefit of the doubt but the honest assessment as it is. Still, she's not leaving her fellow Furiae unguarded, though who wants to attack someone who just dropped a 500-year-old wall? Maybe 5,000? Either way, she fans out to Daisy's left, light on her feet.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"It isn't right." Daisy agrees with Jane even as she looks around the partially destroyed street and building, "And we will get to the bottom of this, even if we have to kick down the King's door to ask what this is about." that probably wouldn't go well! "But right now they are a danger. And when the royal guards arrive?" she shakes her head slowly.

"I don't think they would be as lenient as us..." Choosing the lesser of two evils apparently. Sometimes there are no good choices. Being an Agent of SHIELD has taught her that.

A pair of alphas still linger outside, not too far from the hole but defiantly looking towards Jane and Daisy, crouched down and hissing.

Jane Foster has posed:
"Please don't kick down his door. I like having a door closed when I'm resting," Jane states dryly, which opens a whole new world and a fantastic point of view for anyone with questions about her relationship status. Then again, nearly everybody seems to have that question about everyone else around them. Her shoulders tighten for mention of the guards. "As long as they don't think we are actively working against Attilan. I'll keep my reservations to myself. We can't undermine the King's authority."

They can address that later, which is all they need to say. "Humans stay in the Human Quarter. That means us." With no more said, she finally turns to address the matter of the alphas scowling and prepared to turn the ground into a furrowed waste of thrown rocks and debris. Dust still hangs in the air, jostled by Daisy's many blasts.

Choices are never easy. Blackagar has made that clear enough. SHIELD underlines it. With a heavy sigh, she raises the pick defensively. "Ready?"

Then she takes off, sprinting for cover. When it comes to being bait, best be fast. Running headlong isn't ever fun.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Oh, you minx.." Daisy replies to Jane with a smirk at those first words. See? She can still have some humor while in such a strenuous situation! Or maybe she's just light headed from the concussion. Or whatever that might be, "I want to know all details." because of course Daisy wants to know everything. As per her usual.

"Alright, then lets do this." And with Jane being a bait for the two alphas they seem to fall for it. They get up from a crouch to begin pursuit, that primitive instinct of running after fleeing prey coming to the fore. It also makes them not pay attention to Daisy. And that's a big mistake. Because a moment later they are being hit by full-on blasts that sends them rolling back to the entrance.

And then it's a matter of making that wall back down to cover the entrance. Daisy focuses, some blood coming down her nose as she quakes the opening down, the rumbles intensifying for a moment before eventually the passage is closed. Hopefully they got them all!

"We should go back and ..., be ready to face the King's wrath." Oh, she knows he won't be happy.

Jane Foster has posed:
Is she a minx? No time to respond to that, though the consort of the king -- concubine, bad human, SHIELD agent, what do you call her? -- will bookmark that for later. Maybe it's humour and maybe she really needs to see Daisy's opinion on it later. "After Matt!" she calls.

That's all she can afford, slinging herself into the task of running like hell from a bigger, faster, stronger bad guy who has a bone to pick. What a bone indeed! Their rush kicks the voice in the back of her mind over hard, instinct soaring to give her wings. Even if it's not immediately apparent, she flies for the wall and a gap between, where presumably Royal Guards would really like to know what a human woman in Attilanese clothing is doing running away.

If they actually /saw/ her. Which, presumably, they might not in the dust.

The ground shakes so hard as Daisy blasts the alpha primitives back that she stumbles again, breaking into a roll as the upheavals send debris and glass shards flying again. More shouts and cries of fear are met with doors slammed open, people running fast as they can if only to escape the sheer danger of everything. they'd like to be out of the way quick, no doubt.

Jane gets back up as the flurry of movement rushes nearby, feeling her way back and grimacing at the messy hem. Well, they're all dirty. "Mayday, this is when we run through the back routes, you know?"