11557/The Booms in the Bank Explode Round and Round
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| The Booms in the Bank Explode Round and Round | |
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| Date of Scene: | 11 June 2022 |
| Location: | New York City Bank |
| Synopsis: | The Bomb Queen goes for booms at the bank but gets Buster'd up. |
| Cast of Characters: | Renee Bombas, Cheyenne Brawley
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- Renee Bombas has posed:
The New York City Bank in the Bronx is a classic midtown bank. Tellers, lines of people, security, customer service.. People coming and going for activities. In the front, a metal detector covering people going in and out through the lines and a small X-Ray scanner that would scan people going back and forth for anything standing out. All in all, a normal day
- Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
Leaning at the tellers' desk, elbow on polished wood, face in hand, is Cheyenne Brawley, decked out in his snazziest all-black three-piece suit. "Like I said ma'am," for the up-teenth time, he says, leering at a six-foot tall, six-foot wide woman with a gaudy teal and purple bow the size of a manilla folder in her Honey BooBoo hair, "Buster is just my nickname..."
Her mouth is made for frowns, and that she does. "Because of the discrepancy, I'm going to need at least two more forms of identification; a birth certificate, social security card, and a passport just aren't going to cut it, OK? Our bank has high standards." She punctuates the statement with a smug nod.
- Renee Bombas has posed:
From the security machines in the front of the bank there's a loud *BING* as a woman over in a tied together trenchcoat goes through.
One of the security guards goes towards her. "Miss, we're going to have to ask you to go through again." There's another loud 'Bing' from the machine.
"Please come with us, Ma'am." The security guard's hand would go down towards his side and his holster as a warning.
There's a high pitched cackle and howl as the girl in the trenchcoat would throw it off, revealing the barely-spandex clad woman beneath. "This is a BLOWUP! All on the ground or you're all part of the crater!" Hand glowing as she would slam a bomb into the security guard, flinging him away in the explosion! Other hand going to pop up with another bomb exploding the security machines!
- Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
Buster pops up like a jack-in-the-box when bombs start going off and lands in a crouch, hands instinctively balled into fists. "Hot damn," he mutters with a strong Texan twang, "everthang about this city is plum crazy."
Banker BooBoo shrieks and hides behind the counter, no doubt punching the silent alarm, as most of the patrons in the foyer hit the ground and cover their heads with interlaced fingers. It seems most of the security team has been taken out of commission by the bomber's initial spontaneous barrage.
"Hey, come on gal, knock it off. You're gonna hurt somebody." Brows furrowed, the man strides toward her, slipping off his jacket to reveal a black, crushed velvet vest and silk shirt. Diamonds sparkle on his wrist as he removes a pair of cufflinks, drops them hastily into a pocket, and starts rolling up his sleeves.
- Renee Bombas has posed:
As Renee looks over at Buster, "Oh, we havea hero here? Well, hate to break it to you toots.. But we don't need one!" Her hand would go out, charging a rapid fire bomb htat if it hit Cheynne would slam him back over to the wall with sufficient force that it would kill or cripple a normal human if it did hit him full on and do so at full power! All the while Renee was cackling and going to throw another detonative bomb into the midst of the civilians, sending numerous ones flying!
- Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
Buster's eyes go wide as the bomb comes flying his way, but it wasn't exactly a surprise. The diamonds on his buckle, rings and from inside his pocket transform into a wisp of glittering mist that comes together and moves with a will of its own, like smoke from a genie's bottle - it coalesces into a thin forcefield about two feet in front of him, which he braces his hands against like a riot shield, leaning drastically forward. The man is blown back several meters, but when the force of the blast dissipates, he falls forward, dropping to one knee. "You got your warning, sug," as in sugar, he says.
The impromptu riot shield transforms again, now into a lens-shaped disc that levitates at waist height; it looks like a great coin, about the size of an hors d'oeuvres platter, which has had its rim sharpened to a knife's edge. The disc spins at high speed and races at Renee's throat.
- Renee Bombas has posed:
Bomb Queen is hit over by the impact to her throat, and lets out a howl over as she starts to gurgle. Hand going over to her throat and holding it in tightly as she would start to bleed out from it, coughing up blood and spasming. Twitching over and holding it tight as she would start to foam up from her mouth, blood coming out of her throat.
"Kintt.. Bwweeet.." Her hands holding on to it and trying to stop the flow of blood as well as to try and get air down her throat!
- Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
Buster stands stock still for a moment, stunned. The disc drops out of the air and rings like a gong against the tile floor, followed by a rythmic, swirling ring as it gradually settles. He lets out a long slow sigh, arms limp at his sides, and closes his eyes for just a moment.
"Nope, I meant to do it," he mutters to himself, just above a whisper, "and I gotta finish the job - can't let her hurt nobody else." Steeling himself with a deep breath, his gaze goes distant for a split second, then he looks at the wheezing woman with a fierce glance. He makes a series of hand motions, almost like he's doing tai chi, and before the disc has even stopped moving, he transforms it into a thick cloud of graphite grey smoke. The miasma moves like the deathly halitosis of a poltergeist, trying to work its way into Renee's lungs. "Quick and painless," the Texan pronounces in an unceremonious tone.
- Renee Bombas has posed:
As Cheynne is standing still and weaving with his hands, making the cloud of smoke go up above his head and the gas starting to shift.. One of Renee's hands moves away from her neck. Then it rises up while hopefully Buster is distracted and goes to try and hit him with a -much- bigger bomb if she can! This one has a sufficient detonation over to it that if it hit him it would be with enough force to shatter th eengine block over of a car even as the girl is acrobatically flipping back up to her feet, hand going away from her neck as she would grin, "Sucker.." With blood still going out of it! Another bomb goig up in the air to try and detonate to blast away the floating gas!
- Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
Startled by Renee's abrupt motion, Buster recoils, hands fending his face. His eyes dart to the enormous bomb and go wide. "Oh, hell no..." He runs a few steps to the rear and dives like a wide receiver behind the teller counter, just in time to avoid the main thrust of the blast. The counter, however, is not so lucky: it splinters into smithereens and cascades in a long trail of debris that covers the tellers' work area and shotguns against the sheetrock wall of a row of offices. The Texan's form, along with those of various bank employees, is easily seen amongst the broken shards of wood and insulation.
- Renee Bombas has posed:
Renee casually darts back up to her feet and grins, "Sucker. Bai bai." She's not paying attention to him, even as she's sauntering over towards the vault, "Hey, everyone, money or your life! An ddo it quickly, as I'm inclined to make it both out of boredom." Three explosives bouncing in a hand and twirling in midair warningly given the casual detonations she'd thrown about. Not paying any attention to Cheyenne.
- Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
Unconcious for several seconds, while Renee proceeds to the next phase of her plan, Cheyenee Brawley comes to and lies still. His ears ring. His vision is blurry. His guts ache. But he's alive. He looks down at his hands and arms, and finds himself covered in small, bleeding cuts. At last, he becomes aware of Renee walking toward the back of the bank, and assumes she's coming for him.
Breath coming in short, rapid gasps, he gathers an armful of shivered timber, as if he were collecting firewood, and focuses on them intently. In short order, the wood sort of dissolves into a pale, powdery residue, while a glittering gem forms in mid air just in front of his face. Spinning like a little disco ball that reflects bright hues of white, yellow and burnished gold from its faceted surface; it grows from a lentil into a grape, and from a grape into an apricot, and from an apricot into an orange - the whole process only takes a few tens of seconds. Meanwhile, he bobs and rattles with impatience, but at long last, when he has enough to work with, he makes a wide slinging motion from with his right arm, as if he were flicking water off of his fingertips, and the gem transforms into hundreds of Q-carbon flechettes, each about the size and shape of a cactus thorn, heading towards Renee Bombas.
- Renee Bombas has posed:
Renee isn't remotely paying attention over to Buster, presuming he's dead or crippled and buried. Her hand is glowing even as she's getting ready for a large bomb to take to blow open the next corridor of the building, her back over to him.. So when dozens of small darts zip through the air to go through her body like dozens of porcupine quills hitting into her, there's a squawk over of pain.. As she looks behind her.. And then falls.
*THUNK*
Thanks to her general destabilization of the area with her previous detonations, a large faux sculpture put up on the wall to look impressive slowly goes to fall off as well. Bomb Queen has just a moment to look up and over with a 'this is gonna hurt' expression as it falls on top of her to flatten her!
- Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
Grunting with pain, Buster manages to shuffle himself into a seated position, leaning against the wall. He focuses his attention on the statue, drawing carbon from within its makeup to form silky, gossamer threads of glittering fiber that pin Renee to the ground. Thus he waits for the arrival of the authorities. "Well," he says with a wince, "at least the bank might be obliged to open my account, now."
