13835/A bad day.. For Crime!

A bad day.. For Crime!
Date of Scene:	14 January 2023
Location:	Upper East Side
Synopsis:	After a small bit of chaos. Introductions are had all around!
Cast of Characters:	T'Challa, Cecily Winters

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T'Challa has posed:
it is a calm day on the upper East Side, just a normal cold day. The sidewakes are busy, full of shoppers, though thankfully traffic is light, as the first sign something is wrong is the honking. Coming speeding down the road swerving like a mad man is a black van with blacked out windows, and a flat back right tire throwing sparks as it speeds down the road. On top of it is one Black Panther, his claws dug into the roof of the vehicle as he holds on the metal grinding with each swerve as the claws cut throuogh metal though hold.

On either side of the van but slightly behind are two black Sedan like vehicles. Obviosly following the van the thugs inside visable and armed as they just don't have time to aim up on the Van just yet as they are seeming to try to not get rammed by the swearving vehicle. This is all speeding down the road quickly, the honking coming from all three vehicles trying to get people out of the way so they could either catch up, or try to get away. T'Challa knew he was alone in trying to stop it as most the back-up he brough still back at the original site before he had jumped aboard the van.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Up on a nearby rooftop, about a dozen stories up, Cecily is in the process of disantling a large rifle. There had been a concert in Central Park and she was still on the lookout for Bluebird's strange electronics-eating threats. They hadn't seen the creatures, if they could be called that, in some time and they hadn't shown up on New Year's Eve. Which was, in a word, vexing. No sign of them in the tri-city area for a while now but she was concerned. But the concert had ended and she's shifting things around from her perch, preparing to pack the nearly comically oversized rifle away for safe transit.

    Right up until her sharp ears pick up the honking. She rolls her eyes, muttering something about impatient New Yorkers, when the sound is much more... persistent. She frowns, pursing her lips, and swings the rifle over the edge, settling the bipod on it. Keeping both hands well away from the trigger, she scopes in and tries to zero in on the source of the noise. Not even a block away, she spots it. The van. The sedans. And. The Panther himself.

    She blinks, frowns, and sighs. "...well so much for the coffee break... someone's going to get hurt if this keeps up..." her ears lay flat, tails flicking in agitation, and she checks her sight lines. One of the sedans first. The scope zeroed in. And her finger settles on the trigger. She pushes the stock against her shoulder, braces, and pulls.

    The report is suprisingly quiet, the suppressor on the rifle being as big as Cecily's forearm, but the 20mm slug is anything but silent as it slams through the hood of one of the sedans and explodes inside of the engine.

T'Challa has posed:
The cars are catching up quickly the van still swearving as the car to the left's engine just goes boom, and a lot of things happen in a very short amount of time. Of course they are traving at a good speed and even without an engine it doesn't just stop as the front of the car is pushed down sliding against the concrete slowing it down fast enough to throw everyone inside forward, and leaving them in a shape not to even consider following the van anymore, though as this is happening everyone else is just startled. The explosion wasn't expected and something like that is hard to ignore! The Van sweaves the other direction, right at the car on the other side that was distracted.

While that is happening thankfully Black Panther see's the opritunity in all of this before anyone else, as as the van swearves he looks to be doing a push up on the top of the van for only a moment as he swings down bringing his legs around to plant them on the side of van. The kinetic energy he had been storing pushes off as he launches himself sideways through the air, over the flaming car skidding to a stop, all the way out to near the sidwalk itself.

The impact at the top of the van, with the swearve then swearve back to try to aviod the car is just too much as it tomples over landing on the can, as both are now skidding to a stop just a little bit down the road. Black Panther holds up a hand infront of him, as the claws withdraw, though he looks ready to jump again. He didn't know if that was just a missed shot that he got lucky, so couldn't assume another would not be coming.

With only one shot he couldn't tell exactly where it came from, but looking at the impact on the car he hoped moving this way would block him from view at least for now.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily blinks. Well that was a clusterfuck. She leans over, leaving the scope for a moment, to take the spent shell casing and toss it in her bag. Then she's back in the scope, watching. Her focus is on the vehicles, and less on the Black Panther. The glint of the scope /might/ be visible up on a rooftop, as well as the fact that the gun's profile is bordering on 'small cannon' instead of 'large rifle'.

    No further shots come, though. Not yet. Cecily drops the magazine out and cycles the charging handle, emptying the chamber and fishing around in her bag for more specialized munitions. She's not about to blow a 20mm slug-sized hole through a thug with a gun, unless one of those thugs happens to be a cyborg or something. No, there's better toys to be had if things go pear shaped.

    Still, if she goes unnoticed for the moment, she's content enough with that. The woman doesn't like to draw too much attention to herself.

T'Challa has posed:
As no second shot comes Panther looks around at the cars deciding what to do. Approaching a fire-hydrent he sighs a bit, "When needs must." he says to himself, and slices part of the hydrant off as water sprays out landing on the first car that is catching a flame, smoke is starting to billow out as whoever inside however bad they were at least won't burn to death. After it was out, he moved out to the van slowly walking as the back door of opens, and people spill out.

Black Panther finally speaks, "You steal from my people, and expect to get away with it." his accent thick despite living in New York now. The thugs that fell out the back just slowly crawling away some-hoe even after all this able to attempt to run.

Black Panther says one more word, though it is Xhosa, the general meaning is coward, as he approaches putting on foot on the back of the crawling man. Turning to look into the back of the truck.

With a nod, he looks back down at the one underfoot. "You are lucky it is there. The police will deal with you." he finishes as the sirens are already darn close. Apperently you can't just speed through the streest swearving with someone on the back in a van anymore.

Panter goes into the van for only a moment returning with a wierd looking rock in his hands. If you know what unrefined Vibranium looks like this would be it. It had been under study at one of the local universities under T'Challas strick rules as he must alow it. The amount for just this single about double hand-sized rock could be worth millions. He stops though, as someone helped him, so other then run off, he puts the rock in a pack that he pulls from around his waist unfolding it till the rock fit then wrapped it around his body.

And like that he was running towards the building sinking his claws in, as he starts climbing very quickly. He did know the shot came from up so maybe if he got a higher view point he would spot them if they hadn't run yet. The police would move in shortly after him to arrest these people, used to cleaning up after heros espicially in New York.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily takes her time, watching the proceedings as she manually loads a new cartridge into the open bolt and locks it back into place for firing. Sure, her sharp ears can hear the sirens coming, but with that traffic? Even injured, the one crawling off while T'Challa grills his buddy has a chance to get somewhere. A dumpster maybe. The fox pulls the trigger and instead of a boom, or a -splutch- or something more violent, there's a sudden BLOOSH as a canister of riot foam explodes on impact and coats the fleeing thug's lower body in a rapidly-hardening substance. Nothing like being glued to cold, wet, NYC pavement.

    Gross.

    For good measure, she loads another foam round and takes a shot at the second sedan, ensuring that the doors are sealed. Even suppressed, though, the telltale -PAFF!- of the large weapon's shot may be audible to the Black Panther as he approaches the rooftops. Cecily isn't exactly hiding herself now. No grey camo netting, no urban ghilie suit. He might even see the movement as the gun is pulled back from the roof edge, the owner satisfied with her work.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa reaches the top as the splutches are going off, and looks at the direction of the shot his hearing picking it up now as there isn't large explosions going off around him making his head ring. He looks that direction the lenses in his eyes zooming in, and again, and again. Till he see's the gun pulled back and smiles just a little bit. He looks at the rooftop he was now on, and measured the distance, someone over there made the shot, and it had helped him out, but he couldn't just accept that and move on.

Maybe it was control issues, maybe it was the cats curiousity, but he was going to look, as he walked to the far side of the roof. Sprinting as he moves his arms, and legs in unison he reaches the edge of the roof and jumps! His strength was not bad, not Thor or Hulk level of course, but a bit above humans as he could catch cars. Thankfully that was everywhere including his legs, so a jump normally way too long for a human was able for him.

Black Panther sailed through the air, on target as he would land on the rooftop, actually very quietly for the distance, though still loud enough to hear unable to dispense that much of impact to make it totally quiet. He was okay of course the suit could handle it, but to make it totally quiet he would of had to move a shorter distance.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    By the time the Black Panther lands on Cecily's rooftop, the rifle is half-disassembled. It's not a small project, though. She has to field strip it to make it 'portable', and even then it looks to be a bit large to put into the duffel bag she's got with her. She's rolling parts up in thick cloth, all layed on top of a grey tarp to protect everything from moisture and wet rooftops. Her ears perk and twitch from the landing, but she doesn't look up, focused though she is on her task.

    The fox's outfit is a far cry from the sleek and powerful suit of the Wakandan king, hero, and Avenger nearby, instead opting for her usual professional attire. The skirt, the vest, the white blouse. Rarely does anyone see her not looking like an Agent of some sort. To say nothing of the nine big, fluffy tails that wave around behind her.

    "Taking a winter walk in our fair city, Your Majesty?" she asks, words brief but respectful.

T'Challa has posed:
Standing back to his full height after landing he dusts a little off his shoulder as the trouble below perhaps had left a little on him still. He takes a step forward, "That was a nice shot, I was curious who could of made that against a speeding car." as he talks his accent comes through clearly. He did not know her as he had fallen behind in his who's who in New York that Tony kept trying to get him to read. When you lead a nation it happends of course, but that didn't help now.

He quietly looks at her as she is dismantling the weapon, for a moment thinking, adjusting, as he finally speaks up again. "We are not in Wakanda, nor at the Embasy, Black Panther, will do fine." as he is in the suit he just called himself by that name. More just to keep it clear then some secret identity, as his life as T'Challa, and his life as Black Panther were a bit different. He reaches into the sash he has wraped around him pulling out the rock he had aquired earlier. "We let the local school research it for maybe some day they will find a replacement." he explains about the rock in his hand before putting it back. "Some wanted to take their work home apperently." and gives a light chuckle.

He puts an arm to his chest and nods to her, "Excuse my rudeness, Black Panther, Avengers" he explains as a introduction as even if she knew it was rude not to and he did not wish to be rude to someone who had just helped him.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily's focus remains on the weapon, listening to T'Challa speak. Her hands move... quickly. If not for the ears and the tails, the rapid motion might be a good indication of her other abilities and status as neither quite normal human, or something more. But the gun is packed up in the bag by the time the Black Panther is finished making formal introductions. She stands, smooths out her skirt, and turns to face him.

    She clasps her hands at her waist and bows politely. "Cecily. Security consultant. Stark Industries and freelance. Friend to the Avengers." She gives a playful smirk, adjusting her glasses, reciprocating the sharing of titles. "Call it right place right time but I'm glad to see that I was able to help slow the proliferation of Wakandan treasures," she says quietly, nodding to the secured stone.

    "Not rude at all, though perhaps rude of me to address you by your formal title. I assure you, however, there are no prying ears. I make sure of that when I set up my little nests..." she glances over to the edge of the roof, seeing the lights from the police vehicles reflecting off of buildings and windows. "That answers the question of your stroll near Central Park, of course."

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa quietly watches and listens he unlike most people stand very still. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, just it was only habit from his days on the plains where a little bit of movement could give you away. "Cecily, fair enough I will remember that. I will have to check with Tony when I return, you understand, trust yet verify." he gives a bit of a chuckle, of course he hoped he wasn't being lied to actually doubted it, but it never hurt to double check. He watched her carefully.

"Either way, I thank you for the assist it might of taken me a while to stop them, but as you said.." he nodded to her and put a hand to his ear. He frowns a bit, and reaches into a very small pocket in the suit. On it is a black card with gold trim that has T'Challa's name and a phone, "If you need asistance, and you check out.. I owe you one." he walks to the edge of the roof, and gives a light chuckle, "A small one.." he adds and gives her a little wave. Stepping off the side he drops, again using his claws to slow his fall, he needed to move along as that call was the Embasy requesting his assistance. He loved being the King, but it did keep him very very busy, so even his chance to meet strangers was limited.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    "In our lines of work, verification is everything," Cecily nods. She understands. The vixen isn't going to debate it or fight it. She does, however, take the card. And in the same gesture, with her other hand, pulls out one of her own. It's similarly stylish. Black. But with a silver image of a fox, metallic. It only says 'Kitsune Arms', though, and has a phone number. "And if you ever need anything from me, don't hesitate to ask. As you can see, I'm not very.... showy..." she gestures around her to the empty rooftop.

    "Leave the cameras and interviews to the Iron Men and Captain Americas of the world... just tell me where to shoot.." she winks. Not that it's ever so easy. She does, however, give a little salute two fingers, a swirl of blue-purple foxfire wrapping around her hand like a ribbon. It dissipates when she presses her fingers to her lips and makes a soft shushing noise and winks. "Be safe, Black Panther."