11013/Late to the Party (Part 2)

Late to the Party (Part 2)
Date of Scene:	03 May 2022
Location:	Brooklyn
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Shredder, Leon O'Malley

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Shredder has posed:
    The Purple Dragons are certainly no lightweight gang. Their presence has increased in the last few years, in part due to the return of Arnold Jones, aka Hun. Hun is a mountain of a man, standing six and a half feet tall, and it's weight he is more than capable of using well in a fight.

    The back of a dive bar is often their hangout, and tonight is no exception. While dull drunkards spend their money inside, the gang is hanging out in back. in the parking lot at the moment. Nothing formal, it seems, just chilling out.

    Then Karai arrives. The small japanese teenager has a gangly redhead man in tow. Sticks is easily a foot taller than her, but the cuts on his arms and legs and a black eye say that it didn't help him that much in the fight. Hun arches a blond eyebrow as she approaches. "I didn't ask you to do nothin' about him, Karai," he announces.

Leon O'Malley has posed:
As the one woman gang-war is about to kick off, the Wolf Spider swings high above, "Warehouse my ass, stupid banger, oughta find his hospital room, grumble grum-hmm? What do yo-oh? Oh yeah, we should probly head down there..." Distracted by the one way conversation, they wrap around the same building three times before snapping off and coming to rest on the roof next door, peering down over the lip as they analyze the situation, quirking their eye markings at the bruised man's declaration.

Shredder has posed:
    "No you didn't," the small ninja answers. A red scarf hangs around her neck. Steel shinguards and small shaped pauldrons hug her dark outfit. "But The Master doesn't like it when someone unwanted is in the area. And you didn't do anything about it." She shoves Sticks forward.

    Unaware of the new observer, Hun gets up from his seat on the back of a car in the alley, and casually strides to Sticks, ripping the tape off his mouth. "Sticks, you just couldn't leave well enough alone, could ya? Now look at this."

    Sticks looks absolutely terrified. "You workin' for a ninja? What the hell man, you done sold out to the big timers?" he manages to accuse.

    Hun clocks him across the job. "I AM the big timer. Not like you, ya stupid punk."

Leon O'Malley has posed:
The Wolf sizes up Karai, head tilting back and forth at the tactically placed armor. As she speaks up, they twist and bend their coloring like a chameleon, sloooowly peeking back up in the relative invisibility. As Hun moves up, they turn their gaze away, sizing up the other gang members like slabs of meat.

Shredder has posed:
    Hun looks down at Sticks. "Dumb kid. Now look at ya," he says. "Shoulda just stuck to your own turf." Karai looks unamused. "Don't let it happen again," she says. "Master Shredder will not sit by and let you waste his time." Hun chastens a little. "Tell'm I got it," he says, and lets out a huff.

    There are four with Hun, none of them look particularly tougher than average as far as thugs go. Karai on the other hand, carries herself with a distinct purpose. Then again, her handiwork has already been seen. She turns, seeming uninterested in what happens from here to Sticks.

Leon O'Malley has posed:
With it now clear that Sticks is about to get snapped, the Wolf breaks it's illusion, slithering down the side of the building and up behind the far back goon, "...So, you boys takin' orders from Colander-Head now?" They shout right next to the goon's head, ducking back from his obviously expected panicked swing.

Shredder has posed:
    The goon swings wildly upon the startling arrival of Leon, just as expected, and whiffs through the air. Hun and the others all shift at once in his direction, as does Karai, who was just on her way out. "What are you?" Hun asks. There's a moment where everyone seems a little at a loss for how to respond. No one was expecting him, to be certain.

Leon O'Malley has posed:
No one expects the Klyntari inquition! An impossibly huge maw of razor sharp teeth, with green ooze drooling out, peels across the Wolf's face as it straightens up, "Hero? Monster? Ninja hunter? Yeah, let's go with that one. Let the punching bag go, boys, the hospitals are full enough." As the demonic voice stops, the maw recedes into the black morass of it's not skin.

Shredder has posed:
    The mooks, and even the monstrously large Hun take a few steps back. "What the hell is that?" one of the Dragons grunts out as he backpedals.

    Karai doesn't. She steps forward. "Creature, what business do you have with us?" she asks. "You do not want to meddle in these affairs." She has a fearless edge to her, something perhaps inherited from her grandfather.

Leon O'Malley has posed:
At Karai's sacking up, the Wolf's not eyes snap down over her, "Colander-Head murdered someone in Gotham a while back...And just a little bit ago, somebody butchered a warehouse of bangers...Somebody matching your description." They say as they hunch down, ready for a fight, "You gonna come quietly? Or is this gonna get...fun?"

Shredder has posed:
    "Collander head?" Karai echoes, seeming not to follow the humor in the statement. "I'm afraid that I don't know what you're talking about," she says. "Perhaps you should go back to eating small children, or whatever abominations like you do," she says. Her feet take a ready position. Hun glances between Karai and Leon, then gives a nod to one of his allies, who opens the trunk of a car. No gun, but a crow bar is produced, and handed to Hun.

Leon O'Malley has posed:
The Wolf sinks it's posture slightly, it's not-skin slithering in agitation, "The guy with the, the, whatcha call it, uhhh...Kaber-kab-Kabuto helmet! That's the one. Looks kinda like you, but three feet taller, covered in edgelord merch. We want him. Gotta get some protein in the diet, right?..." If the eldritch abomination notices Hun getting prepped to whack it, it doesn't show it.

Shredder has posed:
    Karai smirks. "The Shredder is centuries old, your disgusting looking power would not stand a chance. He's the immortal dragon warrior, and has defeated thousands in in combat. What concern is a low life like Sticks to you? We clean the city of its filth, lift up those who are beat down. And we don't threaten to eat people."

Leon O'Malley has posed:
"Just feed em' to someone else, hmm? Can't let the old man get too much sugar, he'll be up all night ranting about the war." It straightens up, canting it's head toward Sticks, "This is our city. We protect those who need it. He looks pretty in need right now. Maybe tomorrow, we'll be gnawing on his femur. Maybe he'll go on to become a paramedic and save the life of a kid who'll go on to cure cancer. Maybe he'll run from this and OD in an alley. That's all his choice..." It takes a step forward, not-skin slithering like a sack full of snakes, "...But giving him the chance? That's ours." It pauses and cants it's head lazily towards the gang, "If you're gonna take a swing, do it already! We're getting bored of watching you pretend you can sneak."