12207/Redheads Running Rampant

Redheads Running Rampant
Date of Scene:	28 July 2022
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Ninjas spontaneously attack! And met with gossip, chatter, and life catchup.
Cast of Characters:	Natasha Romanoff, Rose Wilson, Betty Ross, Roy Harper, Betsy Braddock

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Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Hell's Kitchen. Far from the worst place on the eastern seaboard. That didn't make it any better, however. On this night.. On this night, there were ninjas afoot. Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow, was darting through the streets in a running gun/arrow battle, exchanging fire

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose can be found by the sound of screaming, but it isn't hers. A thug runs out of a nearby alleyway, clutching the stump of a hand that's left behind on the asphalt behind him, lost forever in the trash. The Ravager wipes her katana idly with a cloth drawn from her belt, tucking it away again, her one good eye glaring hatefully at the back of the man. "Mind your fucking manners next time, muchacho."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff is exchanging fire over with a ninja. A kunai is sent her way. Natasha goes to snap her hand out, catch it in one hand, and hurl it back at the one that threw it. Her aim is a little off, and where she was aiming at his skull it just goes to penetrate through the man's shoulder. "Lovely night, isn't it?" She would drop to Rose.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson is probably surprised to see both Natasha and the ninjas, but, of course, she doesn't show it. Rose is as deadpan as they come, emphasis on the dead and, rather than exchange barbs, she just joins in the fight, throwing a bolo to trip one ninja up, wrapping his ankles as she charges in to give him a swift boot to the skull.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff goes to duck, firing a shot into the head of one, "They do pop up fairly often, don't they. How's your father doing? Annoying as ever and pretentious?" A fragmentation grenade is thrown along

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson shrugs, "I dunno. Not dead, far as I know," she says. She casually kicks another ninja in the groin, making him cry out before she headbutts him, breaking his nose as she reaches back to draw a submachine gun pistol, a custom MAC-10 and hits a few more of the assailants with a spray of bullets.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would move to take another shot, moving to pick off an opponent over with a shot between the eyes, "Shame. I'm sure it will happen someday. The man isn't going to be missed beyond those that are sad they didn't get to be the ones to do it>"

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson isn't sure how she feels one way or another. Feelings are stupid anyway so she's better off just not thinking about it. Damn Black Widow, making her feel things. She takes it out on a ninja, catching him in a grapple and reversing to a rear-naked choke, cutting off his oxygen and dragging him to the ground as she makes him unconscious, "Tell your bitch sensei I said hi."

Betty Ross has posed:
Gunfire in Hell's Kitchen?!? Who woulda thunk??

Well, not particularly Red She-Hulk, as she comes wandering out of the Royal Dragon with a doggie bag for her takeout and a to go drink as she halts as gunfire ensues and...ninjas?

    Huh.

    She frowns seeing at least one familiar face among the combatants, then chugs the rest of her drink, carefully setting down her doggie bag, then cracking her knuckles as the crimson-skinned Amazonian begins jogging towards said surfeit of ninjas.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Ninjas happen. Sometimes there's no real rhyme or reason to it. They just do. Going to duck along, Natasha would give a nod over at Red She-Hulk, "I hope you have some issues to work on. These are good things for anger management." Is.. She actually encouraging Betty to cut loose some?
    She goes to grab a sword, deflect it with an arm, then move to fire her Widow's Bite intot eh man's gut.

Roy Harper has posed:
While Roy Harper may have embarked on an effort to fulfill his Secret Agent Man fantasies by day -- or whenever he is summoned of course -- he hasn't given up his more nocturnal sort of inclinations. Which means prowling about the city, frequenting rooftops and alleyways and frequently leaving arrows embedded in people that deserve it.

Those people are rarely wearing pajamas though. It's drugs that have brought him to Hell's Kitchen this evening, that is usually his interest afterall. Specifically dealers of said drugs. But that isn't what he has found. Perched up on a rooftop above, he glances down at the scene below and gives a slow shake of his head. "You have got to be kidding me..." he says slowly. But he does reach back over his shoulder towards one of the arrows in his quiver.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson tosses aside her prone opponent and raises her gun again. She's trying to be 'good', to whatever degree she can manage it, which means she aims low and mostly shatters kneecaps or shoots them in the crotch. Which...isn't exactly humane, but isn't tehcnically murder and won't get her in trouble with the Batkids when she sees them at the old clubhouse. "I think what she's saying is, rip and tear."

Betty Ross has posed:
    Betty smirks at Natasha as she arrives, snagging a ninja by the back of his costume as he moves to lunge at Rose's back. "I always thought Jen was kidding about random ninja attacks..." she says, hurling said ninja at a nearby stone wall where he smacks firmly against it, falling to the ground with a groan as she wades in. Ninjas attack! Slashing blades! Stabbing kunai! And it....really doesn't do much other than start to slice up her clothing, the blades stopping dead against her skin as she swings an arm, half turning to sweep several off their feet and sending them flying towards a nearby dumpster. "Or is this a targeted ninja'ing?" she wonders.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would casually reload, "Oh, no, they're very much a fact of life. they tend to just send out the.. Initiates. I think the ones that survive they presume are minimally competent enough to be worth training more." So basically Darwin's Law of Mooks.
    "And close enough." Over to Rose's comment. There's a swarm of ninjas. Gaggle? Murder? Slaughter? What's an appropraite term?

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson gives Betty a nonplussed thumbs up, not showing much in the way of expression. She returns to her katana now, engaging a couple of the ninjas in swordplay, back and forth, a few sparks flying until one of their blades breaks under her superior weaponry, right before she gives him a ripe slice across the chest that leaves him yowling before she finishes off his friend with a swift roundhouse kick just behind the ear, knocking him instantly unconscious. A shadow of ninjas, maybe?

Roy Harper has posed:
The nice thing about facing foes all in matching pajamas? There's not a lot of doubt that they're up to no good. There's no real need to do a whole lot of soul searching about whether it's okay to attack them. There is almost zero chance that they're just out for a fun-run, or working on some community improvement project. You see a horde of ninjas roaming through the city and you just know that they are up to no good.

Still, Arsenal does take a moment to scan the sightlines, turning his attention not to the cluster of black-clad figures below, but instead checking out the other rooftops and fire escapes. They are a sneaky breed afterall, ninjas, and they don't fight fair either. "There you are," he murmurs to himself, catching a glimpse of figures clustered on fire escapes across the way, their own bows drawn. The bead is drawn, the shot lined up and in short succession a trio of arrows are launched from the bow in the redhead's hand, the sparks from the taser flaring to life just an instant before they impact the bowmen across the way, sending them clattering to the grated metal platforms beneath them, spasming and twitching.

"Sooooooo satisfying," Arsenal remarks merrily to himself.

Betty Ross has posed:
    Betty returns Rose's thumbs up, backfisting a ninja who spoils his ambush from behind with a 'kyaaaaaai!' yell before it cuts off with a grunt as he goes flying backwards, trailing blood from the wreck of his nose. "Wacky." she comments, turning, then discovers that yes, the ninjas cannot hurt her easily...but they can use leverage on her as one lunges in to tangle his legs around hers, knocking her over as she goes down with a surprised grunt, before another jumps on her chest and stabs wildly at her, then slaps her hands up to catch the blade, fingers curling as she squeezes down, the blade crumpling like a cardboard tube. "Stop stabbing me in the boob, jerk!"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
It's very much some time to just decompress. Natasha goes to duck underneath one swing, avoid another one aimeda t her torso, then slam a knee to the target to send him backwards. There's another one a dozen or so meters away from her that she goes to open fire on. The man simply deflects each bullet. "Huh."
    The clips on each of her guns empties, even as Natasha goes ti fire her widow's bite, which the ninja simply vanishes in a smoke bomb from as it hits the ground, flaring the area.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson recognizes Arsenal's style and....well, arsenal, the fletching on his arrows familiar. She points towards her Outsiders teammate in acknowledgement but isn't exactly the huggy friendly type. Even by killing machine standards, she tends to be a bit cold and bitchy. "Can't deny they're big targets," she smirks at Betty as she slashes another ninja aside with a sweep of her arm.

Betty Ross has posed:
"It's fucking rude!" Betty grrrs, grabbing the ninja's outfit from the front as she swings her arm, sending him flying into a pair of his buddies. There may be some accidental stabbing involved as she rolls back to a crouch and kicks out at another oncoming costumed ninja-toed thug, the sound of ribs cracking audible as he goes flying backwards slamming into a ground a good distance away.

Roy Harper has posed:
With everything seeming under control on the ground, Roy keeps things very much focused on the second story and up and while his running commentary might be lost under the sounds of conflict below and just the general noise that is ever-present in a city of any real size, judging by appearances it doesn't look like the redhead's mouth ever stops moving.

The archer does spare a moment for a brief nod in return for Rose, grin on his face, but that gaze is quickly back where it belongs, on the nearby rooftops. Spotting a figure sprinting across that same vigilante highway, the redhead mixes it up a little and the arrow that flies through the dark evening air bursts open into a collection of whirling bolas that wrap around the racing ninja, tangling arms and legs and sending him crashing to the ground.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff goes to then respond after a moment's hesitation by simply going to reload her guns, and fire them in a wide arc around her. One bullet hits something and bounces off a blade. She responds a moment later by popping up an incendinary grenade and flipping it in the direction of the blade. "Dodge this." is spoken over in Meiji era Japanese even as the firebomb goes off, the 'Toasty' call happening in everyone's minds

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson has switched to a set of punch knives, two of her newest toys. They let her get all kung fu fighty while remaining extremely stabby. She always wants to be stabby. The wounds they open are wide and gushing, leaving them clutching at themselves. Maybe not quite as non-lethal as some of her other attacks, judging by the amount of blood loss. Oh well. She quickly shoves them behind a dumpster just so Arsenal doesn't see. He might tell Tim Drake, boy of oversized conscience and much frowning,

Betty Ross has posed:
    "Also, they're not THAT big...proportionally...." Betty says belatedly to Rose as she snaps an arm up, catching a hurled chain as one of the ninja tries to pull her off balance, spreading her feet slightly farther apart as she resists. "Isn't there a rule where the less ninjas you have, the more powerful they are? These guys came in WAY too big a group..." She suddenly jerks the chain, pulling the ninja off balance as he staggers forward, then grabs him around the middle before falling backwards into a suplex for the unfortunate low level assassin.

Roy Harper has posed:
While Arsenal might be restraining himself to non-lethal takedowns, thanks to a quiver full of nifty trick arrows, he is a little more pragmatic about blood and even death than some of his peers. The stakes are real afterall and when it comes down to protecting himself, his friends and allies, or innocent bystanders, well, there isn't really much of a choice in his mind.

Still, he is very much a 'life matters' sort, though perhaps more importantly in the redheaded archer's mind -- killing is pretty easy and taking down enemies without resorting to an arrow through the heart is both more challenging. And more fun.

Badguys with an arrow through the heart don't thrash and twitch as fifty-thousand volts of electricity race through their bodies. They don't struggle and squirm wrapped up in bolas while yelling curses at him. That's some comedy gold right there.

Rising from his crouch, Arsenal begins to walk along the edge of the rooftop, repositioning himself to get a bead on other rooftop threats. And also perhaps making himself a target. He doesn't seem too terribly concerned about that possibility.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
To Natasha, they're just automotons. Nothing to hold regret over. They're things. Shells. Given the reputation of the Hand for obliterating the essence of those consumed by them, it can mean a very literal thing if they're going through those whom are already corpses. She goes to pop over at Arsenal, going to see if he needs backup. He seems fine on his own.

Arrows fly, shuriken flip, daggers go across the street as smoke bombs detonate everywhere.

Hearing Rose and Betty talk she would quip, "You should take her shopping sometime and tell her the types of things you have to wear to stay intact. They can probably tank SABOT rounds."

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson snorts, "Proportionally, you're a giant megahot superbabe. They can't hang so they try to take you down. Toxic masculinity bullshit. Suck it, ninja incels," she says, doing a spinkick in the air to knock one of the ninjas back to bounce off a nearby wall, then curb stomping him into the asphalt after.

Betty Ross has posed:
    "Vicious burns." Betty comments wryly, as several ninjas try to dogpile her, before she throws them off with a powerful flex of her body, rolling back up again to her feet as she throws a one two combo to knock two flying with sharp cracks of jaws giving. "I mean, if they're virgin ninjas, it explains why they're acting a bit high strung...."

Roy Harper has posed:
Up on the rooftop Arsenal continues to roam, that red costume not exactly blending into the shadows. Camoflauge does not seem to be his primary concern it would seem though when he finally does manage to attract a little notice -- some of those ninja bowmen finally turning their attention his way -- he has an almost second sense, dropping low into a crouch as a trio of arrows fly straight through the space he was occupying a moment before.

The near miss doesn't seem to bother the redhead however, grin still firmly etched in place as he fires off another arrow. Though this time it comes nowhere close to his seeming targets, isntead trailing a long zipline in it's wake. Grabbing hold, Roy takes to the air, soaring over the street below as he casually flips his composite bow back over one shoulder while drawing out a fold-out crossbow from one of the holsters on his hip.

As he nears the fire escape the ninjas are using for their perch he abruptly lets go of his ride, dropping towards them.

Apparently he's gotten bored of playing sniper.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff goes to launch herself through the air with a flying kick, going to throw one around and then to the ground, moving to stomp on it. "So you think it's thier first time?" She would quip over to Betty.
    "You should bring that one past Jennifer, I'm very sure she can theorize on it far better than we can." The arrival of Arsenal joining the fight proper is given a light nod.
    Gun once again running out of ammo, Natasha goes to holster it and then draws ou ta small knife, throwing it in the skull of one. "You really need to get ou ta bit more." Given in commentary to Rose.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson has slipped into a nearby alley and is taking a break from the action. She's lit a cigarette and is casually taking a drag, her white hair a little damp with sweat. Losers, yes, but fighting twenty or thirty guys at once is a workout even for Deathstroke's Daughter. She doesn't know these others, really, although Natasha's reputation both speaks for itself and makes Ravager a little jealous. She wants to scare people the way Natasha does. #murdergoals

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Ah, luv, we ninja types save the sex for at least three ranks higher than this scum." The voice is wickedly amused, British accent lilting.

What exactly Psylocke of the X-Men is doing here is irrelevant. Maybe someone told her there were ninjas in need of spanking? Or maybe she's just bored. But out of the shadows slips a tall woman in a black hooded leotard, katana slung across her back and her fist glowing with a purple punch-dagger like projection of crackling energy illuminating her lightly masked face and the X of black-on-black across her chest.

And with the grace of a panther, she lets out a bounding jump lightly enhanced with that same purple telekinetic energy to charge a group of ninjas trying to pull up from the rear, hood falling back to reveal purple hair in a sleek ponytail.

Betty Ross has posed:
"And, and here we have the single ninja, meaning she'll win." Betty notes, stepping back for a moment as Betsy's arrival distracts the ninja attention. Whether it's the fact she's a ninja, the acrobatics, or the leotard, she's certainly memorable. Red backs up towards the alley where Rose is taking her break, glancing over and offering a hand. "Betty, by the way."

Roy Harper has posed:
While he might still be leaving the street itself to the women, apparently Arsenal did at least want a little up close and personal and if nothing else the fire escape platform provides that. A trio of ninjas in close confines? Sounds like fun. If one has just a slightly twisted sense of what fun is. Apparently Roy qualifies.

Even as he touches down, the redheaded archer looks to even the odds, that fold-out crossbow held closs to his side. It doesn't affect his aim any -- this close it would be almost impossible to miss if he was trying -- and when that bolt suddenly launches it only takes an instant to impact the closest of the pajama-wearing threats, that blue electric discharge racing up and down the man's form once more as he jerks and stumbles as the taser does it's job.

Waste not, want not, Roy doesn't hesitate to lean back, the crossbow dropped as he braces both hands against the rail at his back and uses that leverage to lift himself off the grated metal platform. The soles of his boots most definitely do not conduct electricty it seems and he slams both of them into the shaking man, hurling him violently into the pair of ninjas just beyond him.

And Arsenal keeps right on whistling merrily right through.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The arrival of Betsy is met over with a grunt of 'showoff' from Natasha, "So lovely you decided to join us. Were you just getting bored waiting or were you up there for the last half hour figuring out how to do the msot dramatic entrance?" She would punch her way into one semi-threat, kick the ankle out of another, and then throw a third over by his gi to the side.

"And break time?" A tease is given over to Rose. "Good to have you with us." That's said at least over to Betsy!

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betty's quip about the single ninja versus the group makes Betsy laugh with amusement, and a flash of a wink is sent the other woman's way. << Lady, you don't know the half of it. >> She projects telepathically, even as she brings one of her psi-knives down into the forehead of one ninja while she kicks back with one booted heel right into the nose of another. The man skewered shudders as he experiences the sum focused totality of Psylocke's telepathic might.

His brain damn near liquifies, of course, but he does make some pretty amusing noises? "Not long, darling. Took a bit to get here from where I was. But who am I to turn down a ninja-bashing party, mmm? Pardon."

And she uses the writhing man first as a pincushion for some shurikens and then as a spring-board to twist and launch herself at the shuriken tossing ninja in the jaw, sending teeth flying.

Betty Ross has posed:
"An English ninja no less. Somewhere, a weeb's head is exploding." Betty says amusedly, leaning back against the wall as she folds her arms over her chest. She's still within comics code! But definitely showing a lot more red skin than she started at this point. "Oooooh.....nasty." she comments.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson gives her sharklike grin to Natasha, "Ain't nobody paying, Anyway, you all seem to have it handled," she says. Of course, she's quite formidably drenched in blood all over her costume, still wet and running off the silver of her blade as she playfully swats at Betsy's hindquarters when the ninja comes close to her, "Nice acrobatics, purple."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would looks over at Betty in a 'what's a weeb' expression. Some people didn't get out much. Then quipping over at Betsy, "Definitely bored. When was the last time you had some fun? You should get together with some of the others and go for a night out on the town. Somewhere tehy won't mind if part of the city is leveled in the process when it happens. Speaking of that, what side of town -is- your club in?"

Wait.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
The sword bounces off Betsy's personal shield, telekinetic energy crackling in waves of purple astral energy. << Ah, ah, ah! I'm a /Lady/, missy. >> That projected to Rose, voice lightly edged in something almost reckless, like an addict taking a hit. << Next time you want to touch, buy me a drink first. >>

Rather than answer Natasha, because omg rude, Betsy launches herself at the next set of ninjas, and if it happens to be closer to the turn-off to her club, well...

The punch blade on her hand coils into a rope instead, a telekinetic lariat that she uses to wrap around the neck of a ninja and jerk herself towards him feet first in a back-breaker of a leap. "I took on some cyborg ninja dinosaurs down in the Savage Lands a few days ago, but one does get tired of the repetition of one's daily hullabaloo, mmmm?"

Roy Harper has posed:
The tasered ninja hurled back into his fellows shares that electric love, those arcing blue waves of energy spreading as the trio hit the far rail of the fire escape and start to tumble over. The fall isn't likely to kill them, but another of those fold-out crossbows appears in Arsenal's hands as he steps forward after them, leaning over the edge and lining up his shot.

All that training has a point, and the bolt launches from that weapon, slicing downward and managing to pierce the black garments of all three men and bringing them to an abrupt stop, dangling their, spinning in a slow circle as unconsciousness claims the lot.

Sweeping his gaze on over the nearby rooftops and alleywaves, Roy does not spot any other obvious threats out there. So he hopes on the rail and gets ready to leap down to join those mopping up below. But before he can take that last step he raises a finger to his ear, pausing. "You've got my location right," he murmurs, pausing as if listening. "The reports say five blocks to the south? Perfect." Straighting, he tucks those crossbows away and instead reaches for his bow over one shoulder once more. "No no, I think it's safe to say everything's handled here," he adds.

Glancing back down towards the street that grin crawls over his features once more and he mutters something about a target rich environment. But he pauses no longer then that before turning, launching that grappling arrow into the night and taking flight once more.

Other business awaits him it would seem.

Betty Ross has posed:
"I sincerely hope that ninjas don't become so mundane that I can get bored of them attacking me." Her dry tone goes with Red's faint smirk as she watches Betsy dive into the midst of the ninja squad and begin laying down a beatdown. "Still, glad we left some for you." She glances at Natasha at the question. "Weeb is a Japanese fanboy who probably would freak out at a British ninja instead of a proper Japanese one."

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson sticks her tongue out at Betsy playfully and casually catches a ninja's shuriken out of the air, returning it to sender with a flick of her wrist. It takes out an eye. That's irony, folks.

She finishes her cigarette but doesn't rush to get back in, not because she doesn't like kicking ass but because she also likes watching other people kick ass, both because it looks cool and it means she won't get blamed.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would click her tongue over at Betsy, "And I'm the lost Tsarina. If you're going to claim nobility, then at least make a pretense of it. Unless you're going for the whole inbred routine."

"And poor brethren, is our life at a point where not even the ecstasy of cyborg ninja dinosaurs holds any particular interest for you? You incredibly dynical thing." Another thrown dagger at a target.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
The lariated man is knocked to the ground, Psylocke's no inconsiderable weight holding him down while she chokes him out with a knee on his neck. Satisfied, she lets the telekinetic rope crackle out of nowhere. Instead, as the next three ninjas come towards her she reaches to draw her katana with one hand while the other rests on her temple. Abruptly she disappears in a flash shaped vaguely like a butterfly, mirrored on the three ninjas rushing her. She then reappears behind them as their heads fall off, her katana drawn in both hands.

She turns to the rest of the ninjas, and makes a beaconing gesture with an arrogant, almost sexual cocking of one hip and flick of the wrist. A few of the less resolute ninjas decide to retreat for another day, and Betsy takes a moment to clean her sword blade and re-sheathe it. "Little help, ladies? We don't have all day before the boys try and take credit for this."

Betty Ross has posed:
    'Oooooh, three for there." Red says, wincing as heads go flying. "How did you manage that without getting covered in blood?" is her followup question a moment later. At the request, she shrugs her shoulders, then pushes off from the wall she's been holding up, charging straight into the fray as she snaps out an arm to clothesline a pair of ninjas mid-leap.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson double-hands katanas this time, a sword in each hand and returns to action, swinging to and fro to send ninja flesh a-flying. She may have gotten caught up a bit in the frenzy of it all and not being quite so careful as her Bat-allies would like but, oh well, cookies and crumbling and all that.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would just shake her head over at Betsy while the other woman would show off, "So, are we having one of those days?" She would explain to Betty, "It's just something you learn how to do. It's a technique that you can pickup if you really worry about it. I think with her that she just telekinetically pops it away from ehr when she does it. handy little trick." She owuld slowly grin over at Rose.
    "Nice technique."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Telekinetic shield, actually." Betsy disengages from the carnage, walking over towards the designated alley break room to catch her breath, although she is not beyond defending herself with hand to hand when attacked.

She grins over at Betty, "I'm not quite good enough to pop individual droplets but I can do a shield that sort of vibrates them off, though. And you two have fun for a bit. I need a smoke."

Betty Ross has posed:
    "Well, you're already smoking..." Betty says, grinning at her as she punts one of the last slightly stunned ninjas down the block. "And the shield is a nice trick." She glances around. "Not sure we have many left, actually...."

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson shrugs, "S'allright, I guess," she says, willing to offer Betsy one of her smokes if desired. She gives a few shots in the retreating ninja residue, "GO ON RUN YOU BITCHES!" she shouts in their wake.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would watch the remnants of the ninja (whatever the proper adjective was) flee along. "Well, ladies, I suppose we all did enjoy ourselves. And you're definitely showing off." She would jab a thumb over at Betsy. "So ladies, how about we find somehwere to take a few drinks?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"I get so few opportunities to enjoy myself, darling." Betsy teases back at Natasha, even as she nods towards a club down the street called 'Sion'. "I hear the owner of that club has an entire VIP section open for people that kick ninja ass." She offers, "Perhaps we should try there."

Betty Ross has posed:
Betty shrugs her shoulders idly, glancing down at her sliced up clothing. "Well. I kinda look like I'm wearing club gear at this point....why not?" she says. "Works for me?" She'll start drifting clubwards!

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson looks Betty up and down, "Works fine on you. A little blood spatter, a few bullet holes, some rips and tears and bruises...my kinda fashion," she says, rolling her neck for a moment until her vertebrae pop. Technically, she's too young to legally go into nightclubs, but she has seven different ID cards that say different.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would shake her head, "I suppose that we're done here for the night. And if you really like her I suppose you can take her home with you. So where shall we go and avail ourselves, ladies?" This would be bad.