135/It's always sunny, til it aint

It's always sunny, til it aint
Date of Scene:	26 February 2020
Location:	Abandoned Warehouse
Synopsis:	Harley's deal with Russian Bratva is interrupted by a clearance sale name of: Laura Kinney and Kate Bishop.
Cast of Characters:	Laura Kinney, Harley Quinn, Kate Bishop

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Laura Kinney has posed:
     This wasn't the first time Laura had hit the Bratva, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. The first time had been when she'd found that shiny suppressed sniper rifle, which unfortunately took equally shiny expensive ammo. Which wasn't exactly available at your local walmart. Plus, the Russian mob were generally scum and they pissed her off.
     In the end, it meant that she was crouched on the roof of the warehouse, a half mask covering the lower half of her face under a hoodie, very quietly cutting the lock on a skylight, applying oil, and easing it open. Wait for the guard to pass on beneath on the catwalk, drop down, claws through the brain stem. She catches the thug and quietly eases him to the grating before moving on. One guard down, Eleven more to go.

Harley Quinn has posed:
This isn't the first time Harley had worked with the Bratva, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. The first time had been right after Joker had turned her, showing her the ropes on how to come about weapons necessary for the things that they did.. Russians always had a stockpile of extra munitions on account of the collapse of the Soviet Union. Plus, they were cheap.

And Harley didn't have a lot of dough.

Standing with her hip jut out, she's wearing a pair of short cut red/black checkered pants, a crop top, and a leather jacket covered in spikes and chains. There's a big ol'smiley face stenciled on the back. The gum she's chewing pops noisely as they roll out the big weapons, absently twirling a length of blue streaked hair around her index finger while even bluer eyes follow the big crate with a manic grin. "Ya know why I love you guys? Yer like Amazon.. ya always got the goods an' ya don't ask no questions on what Imma use it for.."

The tip of her tongue pokes out through her teeth, wad of gum between them on the otherside.

"So let's see this bitch."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Well Kate is not really hear for the reasons that Laura is, which seems to be something personal specifically about the Russians.

Kate showed up tonight because she got a reliable lead that some bad people were selling weapons out of the warehouse in the Bronx. She also has had a few days to recover from her Hawkingbird incident with the original Hawkeye and Shocker.

She doesn't have the full equipment load yet from Hawkeye but he did give her a slew of trick arrows. This is not the time to learn ho to use a grapple arrow though. Later when she can practice that foolery.

Instead she eases up in the shadows to get a clear shot at the Bratvia guarding the back door to the building and strikes him right in the face with a tazer arrow ... ooo.. maybe that isn't the best spot she ponders as he twitches like a fish or he is having a siezure and hits the ground out cold.

Well regardless she gets her arrow plucks back up and places where she won't grab it by accident and carefully slips the door open sliding inside.

Laura Kinney has posed:
     Huh. Looks like there's a deal going down. Well, not Laura's problem. Either they leave, or they get their stuff for free. Creeping along the catwalks above, another guard is dropped, the only sound being a strangled croak of surprise right before his spine is severed. One more up top. Meanwhile, the first guard has started to... drip.

Harley Quinn has posed:
The fall of that blood splatter is artistic really.

Slowly descending towards the gathering of tattooed russian gangsters and one crazy bitch with bleach blonde hair died pink/blue at the tips. When it hits her shoulder, it draws her attention with her usually playful grin becoming something of an alarmed frown. "Ya guys picked the one buildin' in the Bronx with leaky pipes?" That's not true, they're all very leaky.

Two fingers touch the blood smear, rub it between them, and bring it up to sniff. "Smells like... tom foolery." Narrowing blue eyes at the Bratva Lieutenant who is orchestrating this exchange of services. "Yer not tryin' to fuck with me are ya? I really need that RPG.." Pointing at the case they were just about to open for her.

"See, we're in a time loop..." Tapping one of her nine watches on her left wrist, "An' I gotta be in Metropolis three hours ago with this thing." She takes a sloooow step back away from them, then another. "So whatever happens, I gotta have the gun, alright? Otherwise there'll be a paradox.. an' you don't wanna go fuckin' with the Time Lords."

Until she disappears in the gloomy shadows, "I'll jus' be over here outta the way while ya'll sort out yer problem, kay?"

Kate Bishop has posed:
Sneak sneak sneak.

Well Kate aka Hawkeye is not a ninja, not yet, but she has practiced this unlike grapple arrows and systems. She eases along in the dark warehouse carefully letting that back door close and then crouches a bit as she moves closer and then edges to look out into the open space there with .... a lot of Russians and a lot of weapon crates. She would whistle but it might draw attention.

Which well they already seem very high strung as they start to react to the drip of blood. Not that Kate realizes yet what is going on.

Okay Kate, big girl pants, she draws an arrow and then leaning out from a bit of cover shoots up to blow the lights, one, two, three arrows in very rapid order as she tries to plunge the room into much more erratic or lack of light.

Laura Kinney has posed:
     Okay, time to pick up the pace while they're on edge. The final top guard has his throat slit and topples over the railing, hitting the ground with a visceral crunching noise. And then the lights go out. Good for her, bad for the Russians. Laura allows herself a faint grin behind the half mask, before dropping down to ground level and sprinting into action. There's a cry of "Stop!" Followed by a wet gurgle and a meaty thud. Deal with them FIRST, then get the loot. She got shot in a loaded backpack once, and it ruined a rather annoying amount of what she'd come for.

Harley Quinn has posed:
*CRACK!*

The sound is like a brick hitting a bag of wet rags! The attached Bratva hits the ground like a stone with little tweety birds circling his smashed face with the cracked orbital bone where a mallet connected. The imprint of a smiley face running forward from his ear.

Harley's knows how to take advantage of a clearance sale!

When the lights go out, she grabbed her big ass mallet and went to work clearing a path to the case what contains her replacement RPG. Those things don't pay for themselves. Crouching down beside it, she squints real hard against the darkness, keenly aware of the stomping feet of Russians all around her speaking in their gutter like language. "HACKTUI PAPPABOOIE To you too, ya filthy Russian animals! This is 'Merica! We speak 'Merican here... which in theory is actually one of about a hundred different' Indian dialects rangin' from Cherokee to Sioux... an' some Spanish, but tha's more Nahuatl.. Ya know, historically speakin', there's about every kinna native language here //except// english? Aint tha' jus' a gas?"

Someone tries to grab her ankle, probably ol' crush face, and she back hands him. "HEY! I'm a classy broad, keep yer mits off ya handsy mother fucker."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate is trying to figure out what she is watching here. I mean someone is swinging a melee weapon and engaging the Russians. Maybe she has an ally in the warehouse.

She stays well back thuogh in the dark and plucks another arrow out of the quiver on her back and fires this one off into one of the milling and probably increasingly panicked Russians. This is not a tazer arrow. It sinks deep into his knee and drops him screaming and shouting in Russian.

She wonders if this is when they all start shooting into the dark or what .... lining up a second shot anyhow into one of the other Six still mobile and not holding a giant mallet.

Her nightvision glasses earning their keep really.

Laura Kinney has posed:
     Well, now everyone's helping. How convenient. And the noisy one's providing a nice distraction... Laura comes out of the shadows behind Harley just in time to deliver a spinning kick to one thug who'd finally gotten his gun out. The machine pistol rattles, and the black clad teen takes the burst to the right shoulder and upper chest. She coughs wetly, blood splattering against the inside of her mask. Lungs are always the worst. Gun is bisected with the squeal of metal on metal, and a rising kick punches a toe claw up and out the top of his skull. LIkely very visible on Night vision.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley aint got no Nightvision. At least not the mechanical kind. She's lived in Gotham City long enough that her eyes are fairly well adjusted, but she don't see much further than a foot or so.. her hearin' is keen as heck though! The squeal of metal on metal and the sudden gurgle of both Laura /and/ the toe to jowl gouged Bratva earn a glance over her shoulder.

"He's a Bratva... on a schtiiiiick... Eh, I unno about that Durnham fella... Ventriloquism is humorous sometimes, I guess, but have ya ever really listened to his comedy? It's lowkey racist, sexist, an' pure immaterrrr..." Shaking her head, case lifted easily to dangle over her shoulder, easily carrying her mallet in her free hand as she stands up with only the quietest of grunts.

"But any comedy tha' relies on fart jokes to sell a punchline is jus' crass, ya know wha' I'm sayin'? Course ya do." The Russians seem to be onto the fact she's not fighting on their side and one of them closest to her tries to get a hand out to grab her arm... he comes away with just a fist full of leather jacket, at least until she swings the big case of Rockets and RPG around like a flail, smashing his head on either side with the use of her mallet.

"Now //zit// humor? Tha's a bodily function tha's poorly explored in most comedic routines! SQUIIIISH!" His head doesn't pop like a zit... it just sorta... crunches. He wont die, probably.

Harls squints down at her, grimacing, okay maybe he will.

Kate Bishop has posed:
"Holyshit!" okay that was probably not professional from Kate but she is like what sixteen back there in the shadows. This is also the first time she has ever seen a lot of people (even if just with nightvision) god damn die in front of her.

This is a LOT.

She fishes reaching for another arrow and picks out a putty arrow and fires it off at one of the mobsters. When it hits him in the chest it knocks him over and down to the ground where he is stuck to the floor in a rapid expansion of foam putty that hardens. He isn't dead though that is for sure.

Should she run. Hell she isn't sure yet.

Laura Kinney has posed:
     It's about now that some of the mafia members decide that they'd rather live and start heading for the doors. Laura, of course, can't really allow that. A throwing knife is pulled from a boot and thrown with unerring accuracy into the back of a skull. The second knife paralyzes its target, making him vulnerable to a followup slash that opens the back of one thigh. He'll bleed out before he gets far. The final one? Just kind of keels over. wasn't in very good shape either, so probably a heart attack. All but one claw on the girl in black's right hand retract with the wet sound of metal on meat and bone, and she starts digging bullets out of her body with said claw. The warehouse is silent except for muffled grunts and the jingle of slugs bouncing on the concrete.

Harley Quinn has posed:
And the sound of Harley kicking someone in the stomach over and over again, "UH! UH! UH!" She takes a few steps away, "Okay I'm do-" SHE RUNS BACK OVER AND KICKS HIM AGAIN.

Now it's quiet from the clownette.. standing with her RPG case on one side and her Mallet being used as a leaning post on the other. "Helllooooooooo..." It echos and she giggles. "Hey, ya think we could get some light'er somethin'? I wanna personally thank my coupon personae... I really thought I was gonna have to ding dong ditch on these guys, but... ya know, killy killy.."

Glancing around in the dark, hair swaying around her face, "There's plenty of extra guns an' shit too. So ya can totally take whatevah, I don't care. All I wanted was the RPG.. I need it."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate has no idea what to do.

One of these people is a serious murder machine with knives for hands or something.

The other one is batshit crazy from the sounds of it and sounds naggingly familiar. Like something from the internet recently. Also the crazy one has a RPG.

Well they asked for light. Well one of them did.

Kate draws another trick arrow and firs it up, sticking it to the catwalk above Laura and Harley where it flares to life casting phospherus light down into the room.

Kate sticks to the damn shadows in the back still bow still out. Shadowy.

"What do you need it for?"

Laura Kinney has posed:
     FInal bullet removed, Laura heads over and opens a crate, unzipping her backpack. Cardboard boxes of ammunition are transferred from crate to pack. "I do not care what you take. I only came here for this." She nods towards the crate. "It is hard to find, and I need it. Someone is trying to kill my sisters." Despite having been very obviously shot in the LUNG, she's seemingly doing just fine, and the blood stains on her hoodie aren't spreading at all. "I was going to burn the place when I was ready to leave anyway."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Super secret Clown business that supercedes anythin' you were gonna do with it!" Harley says, covering her eyes for a brief moment after the phospherus light spills down around them. It creates odd shadows, the angle from which is hangs, the type of light in the first place.. She's already insanely pale, the white light glow just makes her more so.

She's got dark black makeup around her big blue eyes and bright red lipsticks. She's also barely wearin' nothin'.

"Cooool..." To Laura, "Don't really care, but still, ya seem like my kinna murder hobo.. so you do you, an' kill them people tryin' to kill yer sisters." Fist up, knuckles out in her direction. Another second and she's hoisting both case and mallet up on her shoulders easily.

"ANYWAYS.. I gotta see a guy about a thing.. ya'll got this from here?" She's still not seen Kate, but she doesn't really seem overly concerned to either. Laura is all boody and that's awesome, but injuries? Psssssh what's Harley care! This could all be a paranoid delusion brought on by an overactive imagination exposed to violent stimuli!

"Seeya toots." She hops in a circle and begins to skip towards the door, popping her chewing gum.

Kate Bishop has posed:
"Oh crap... Harley Quinn?" is what echos from the shadows next. Okay honest to god she thinks that her and knife girl that seems fine being shot in the chest may be above her Jr. Avengers paygrade.

Wait the really murdery one is going to burn it down. "Can.. I get the guy I puttied out before you burn down the gunwarehouse...." pause "Also.. isn't guns and ammo explosive.. they could go off and kill people all over this neighorhood!?"

Laura Kinney has posed:
     "I am not a hobo. I have an apartment." She isn't about to say where it /is/, but she does have one. Kate gets a one shouldered shrug as the backpack is zipped up. "Small arms ammunition does not explode, it just goes off. All of the high explosives were moved out of this warehouse yesterday. I checked. You can do as you wish." Oh hey, bottle of everclear. This'll work. She tears a strip off of one of the dead guy's shirts, ties it around the neck of the bottle, and splashes a little of the booze on it.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Whatevah!" Harley is disengaged now, she's got what she came for and doesn't generally stick around for the aftermath of things. She's a mobile agent of chaos, afterall! There's a glance into the darkness when Kate says her name, "That's my name, don't wear it out!" That never gets old. Grinning like a goofball, she shoves open the double doors with the business end of her mallet and heads for a flatbed van where she intends to deposit her case. "Don't pull yer love down from me honey... If you do I think I'll jus' lay me down for a hundred yee'ahs... Dummm dee dee dee dooo..."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Jesus christ.

Kate hurries out of the shadows keeping a very solid look at Laura as she approaches the guy she arrowed in the knee first. The bow is slung on her back but the batons are out in her hands and she clocks him with one knocking him out. He is grabbed by his shirt.. fuck heavy Russians... she is motivated though and grab the puttied guy and ... starts to work to slow drag their asses back towards the back door and her tasered Russian.

So .. damn.. heavy but that girl is already getting the fire ready.

Laura Kinney has posed:
     Entirely unbothered by Harley's disappearance, Laura retrieves a lighter from the russian that reeks of cigarettes. Which is honestly most of them. Lighter and molotov ready, she simply waits for Kate to do her work. "You do know they will just hurt more people, right?"

Kate Bishop has posed:
"Look.... I know they are bad people..." drag drag. "But I don't kill people..." though the guy she is dragging is probably crippled and bleeding from his knee leaving a blood streak. "I mean yes.. I maim criminals a lot I guess but I don't shoot them in the eye with arrows."

She is definitely that Hawkeye from all the news lately, knows the first Hawkeye according to media speculation. "And.. I'll make sure these two end up in jail... cops.."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley tosses her mallet into the back of the van, along with the case, and holds up a red painted nail in the drivers direction. He's a goofy lookin' fella, looks more like some punk kid than one of her gang. "I'll be right back, gonna grab some explosives, get the car runnin' an the heater goin, huh? My nips are hard as diamonds under this crop top." The doors slam shut and she saunters back while Laura is getting the molotov lit up,

"S'cuse me..." A flat palm out, she bends straight over infront of both of them with her whole ass butt showing basically, "Jus' gonna grab some of this..." A box of Semtex.. "An' one'a these.." A LMG with a box of accompanying ammunition.

She straights up easily, turns, looks between the pair. "You two look like ya should be inside fer curfew..." Sucking at her gum until it pops. "Fight the man, don't let'em tell ya when ta go to bed..." Fist up, holding an LMG by the strap, "Seeya." She resumes skipping towards the door.

Laura Kinney has posed:
     "Okay." Laura just accepts this, calmly watching Harley reappear and leave with more loot, before lighting and tossing the bottle into the big stack of crates. It gets a lot brighter inside, and the teen in black follows Kate out the door. "I do not have a curfew. But I am leaving before the police get here." Giving them each a nod, she sprints off into the night.

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate is a bit confused. Also distressed. But right now she dumps the mafia out back.... then sighs and drags all three further away and zipties them up before pulling out a phone and calling Hawkeye to have him call in the cops.

What a damn mess.

"How old was knife girl anyhow... eesh"