13969/The Mafia's worst day.

The Mafia's worst day.
Date of Scene:	25 January 2023
Location:	Abandoned Warehouse
Synopsis:	They have a nice talk and Valerie gets a official IOU
Cast of Characters:	Franklin Richards, Valerie Killmore

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Franklin Richards has posed:
The large warehouse was lit-up poorly at this late night as it has been abandoned only set up for this meeting. Inside is a group of people, first there was the Mafia, easly told by their suits, ties, and cheery disposition minus the cheery diposition. Beside them on one side is a few frame crates that are full of guns stacked up, and resting inside, and the ammo that goes with them, though each of the people are armed idividually of course it looks like they are currently being sold to the other party here.

On the other side are what look like out of towners with a bag of money in the hand of the lead person. Though he has the same amount as the other group for twenty total, there is only one more person there. Sitting tied to a chair is a smiling Franklin, the rope used is just common normal rope, but he just sits there watching it all for now. Currently the two groups seem to be arguing about the young man that is currently there. One side is arguing just to kill him, and the other side trying to explain they can't as finally the out of towners shows him drawing out a pistol and shooting it.

Thankfully this was the Bronx so it wasn't unheard of, but the interesting thing is what happends next as the bullet turns to dust before it can hit Franklin in the head. Of course this upsets the Mafia like guys, and the group just starts arguing again about what the heck is going on.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Clackclackclack, goes the sound of metal hitting metal in a clattering teeth chattering sort of way. Clackclackclackclackclack, it get faster and louder, but still at a rather decent distance. The clacking continues, as people in the warehouse are starting to look around, maybe trying to figure out where the offending sound is coming from, who left their phone on, is there a car -

BOOOOOOOOMFFFFFFSHHHHHHhhhhzzzzz eerrrrrnnnnnnnnccccklllltttk. As the ceiling starts breaking apart and falling toward the guns, lit on fire, in bits and pieces. Much more than fragmentation harm, beams that were holding the industrial ceiling up, and glass, metal, fire, all plummeting, along with a wide eyed, startled, blue haired woman with crazy long pigtails and nothing but a ... yoga-ish outfit on, waving her arms about like she's trying to grab onto air.

No matter the resulting response from the man tied in the chair, or those mafia men, the woman ends her ungraceful decent straight into a wooden crate, shattering it, the material holding the guns that were inside of it, and otherwise uncomfortably landing about debris, with a hard wind-getting kicked out of her, wheezing gasp. Maybe still alive, but no normal person would be alive for long after that.

Franklin Richards has posed:
A lot of things happen at once starting with the Mafia guys. They are currently yelling about their guns, and how could this happen, and on the other side the out of towners are holding the money closer talking about how the deal is off, and everyone drawing weapons to point, some are pointing up at the hole made while some are pointing at the girl that fell on the guns not sure what happened, and even a few at Franklin as they figure he did it. Franklin himself just chuckles as he says one thing. "If she gets up all of you are screwed.." as he knew it took a lot more then just body weight to crush metal so either she weighed a lot more, or there was some major force propelling them.

Of course he didn't know who she was but anyone who could get up from something like that was trouble. Though all this got him were more guns pointed at him as they yell at him to cut out whatever he is doing. As more and more yell, less guns point at her until there are only a few most at Franklin and more at just around them.

As they are yelling Franklin interupts again. "Listen guys.. if your not doing this deal I am just going to leave." and sighs a bit looking at them both. Though this prompts the Mafia people to start looking into if any of the guns are actually in shape though they are just starting to move to the crates now.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"Unnnnnnhhhh." A hand moves up to her face, it's her hand, right? Right. She palmfaces, you know, the reverse of a facepalm, where the hand smacks you in the face instead of your head smacking the hand, and she drags the multicolored nailed hand down along her lightly gothic makeupped face and then sits up. "If, you don't stop .... YELLing, I will RIP YOUR HEAD, straight from you body, then TOSS IT into the trash, before finding some gas, pouring it in the trash, and then going out and getting matches. WHY?!" She's standing by this point.

"Great question." She waggles a finger in the direction of the mafia people, "Because WHO CARRIES Matches anymore!? No one, not anyone, who's important, anyhow, you get your servant to do that, or you rub a stick on a stray dog really fast, and poof." Her hands come up quickly like she's seeing the fiery dog puff up right in front of her, and she grins, chuckling a bit, chuckling enough that her shoulder blades kind of rise and fall in some kind of creepy weird seizure laugh.

Then, she stops, squints, "Are you pointing guns at a guy tied to a chair?" Looking around she's scratching at her bluehaired head, "Is this some kind of porno?" Excited now, she hops up on the table that has the money, crushing a person's fingers into the case that he was about to grab, who cries out suddenly, she rests her hands on her fists, her fists are on her knees, and she's crouched full body weight on this case that has likely severed a few fingers. "Continue, please." How'd she get to that case so fast? It was just, boop, she was there, anyone with super speed or senses would see she moved just faster than most people can but she's now waiting. Expectantly, for whatever weird porno she thinks is being filmed to continue, oblivious, it seems, to the person screaming and bleeding out right next to her.

Franklin Richards has posed:
As she rises Franklin just shakes his head as they yell at them to stop yelling, as all guns point at her. She had told them why,, and asked some wierd questions as she hurts one of the mans hands, and it looks like the shooting is about to start before Frainklin says "Wait!" the wierdness makes them hesitate to look at the him. Franklin explains very slowly, "If you want to have a chance of walking away... I would not shoot her." he glances at Valerie. "Though it might already too late." he points out as the gunman just now confused who to point guns at. The outsiders are the first, the man loosing fingers rolling away as he holds his hand, or what was left of it. It is just too much as they start shooting at the ofending person.

Nine different people are starting to aim, and shoot so there is sometime before most the bullets start. Franklin just shakes his head as he tried to warn them, but there was nothing he could do if he wanted to. One of the 'smarter' Mafia people get behind Frankling pointing a gun at his head, "I will Kill Him!" standard cliche comes out, as most of the other nine behind him already running. Franklin whispers up to the man pointing the gun at him, "Dude... Don't hide behind me." he wiggles in the chair he is tied to.

He chuckles a little then looks around at the chaos, "Hey, real quick... what Brown, white, and red all over." he would not get much chance to joke with people like this, but to the man in the brown, and white shirt it did not look good either way.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
A gun rises up and points at Hex. She is watching Franklin. He's talking, she's getting bored. This is the worst porno, look is on her face, so her eyes turn. There's a gun. A gun? A really bad gun, finger clenches, firing pins start. And then the man is hit, a tensed, muscle clenching, skinny goth chick is suddenly next to him, squinting with a flash of her pink eyes up at him. Fist in his chest, hitting, hard, hard enough that he flies backwards dead before he hits the wall 20 meters away. Then it's pandemonium.

She's so acrobatic, crouching, then flinging herself into a large jumping backflip, well beyond human capacity to land behind one of the crates mostly intact, a foot comes up, presses against it and it is shoved with sudden force toppling and bouncing about until it crashes into 3 more men who were still dizzyingly spinning to shoot at her.

Unless Franklin intercedes, she will fling, toss, twirl, and rend these mafia folks into ruined and dead criminals. There is blood and broken ceiling, concrete, steel, guns, everywhere. From the explosion that brought her in, and then her just wrecking the place. Even the person holding Frankie hostage doesn't get any mind, who's this guy to her? And the mafia guy probably misses it but she offers a little shrug when he takes him for a hostage, though in the intervening chaos he's clipped across the forehead by a rebar she ripped out of the concrete and flung spiraling into him and another nearby mafia guy.

9 normies aren't really a concern to an enraged magically buffed torrent of crazy. Then she takes in a deep breath, and lets it out, looking around, then eyes wider, panting some, like she's winded, but then her smile creeps in and she's wrapping her hands over her stomach and she's chuckling, laughing so hard she's bending over, "Oh my god! Oh my god." She starts making her way toward Frankie, "I caught that guy ... red handed." She is laughing a bit more and reaches out to pat him on the shoulder like he's her best buddy. "Sorry for ruining your hostage fantasy, I get it, I've been answering those craiglist ads as well, no one takes me up on it though..."

Franklin Richards has posed:
As she smashes everyone around him Franklin just watches. he smiles as it was bad, but that had been who he was looking for, and he did not decide who lived, and who died. He had done that once when he was young, and people did not like that at all. So he doesn't interupt as she takes care of everyone even though he sighs at the hostage fantasy. Franklin is standing streching his arms as the ropes are gone, heck the chair is gone as he stands there looking at her after he is patted on the shoulder. "My Hero.." Franklin starts with a grin.

He looks around at the blood, and bodies with a sigh then looks back at her. "Names Franklin Richards... and it was not a fantasy by very definition of reality." he corrects with a small smile. "Thank you for sparing me." he nods to her as while she could she hasn't tried and he appreciated that. He didn't run though or move away as he looked at her.. "Whatever you want feel free to take it I need none of this stuff." he waves to the guns, and the money in her hands.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
A pause, she looks at him and then steps back a step, putting her hands behind her back, one hand grabbing the other wrist as she looks somewhat young, or innocent suddenly, and she shakes her head. This makes her long blue braids bounce and wave about, "OHhhhhhhhhHHhhHHh, nope, nopenopenope. Not your hero. Not a hero. Not a villain. Well, okay, sometimes a villain, but they all deserved it. They were yelling, and then pointing guns. If you are going to point a gun at someone, it better be ... good, a good gun, maybe with some personalization, a painted grip, a dangly doo-dad, a broken spatula, ANYTHING!" Her voice spikes in volume, at the end, the memory of the gun making her all the more frustrated again.

"Oh, I can have the stuff? Well, I dunno, it all seems pretty worthless to me." A pause, and then she looks back to the case with the money and goes, "Ooooh, wait, this is an HX1312 lock. I was looking for one of these." And she starts picking a the side of the lock with her nail, getting down to its level, so she's eye level with it, "Mister Dick, if you weren't here for making a porno, why ARE you here?" A pause, and she rips off the lock, "Ah hah! I got it, I got it, just a little bent. I've been needing one of these clickity clacker rotating thingies for my cow laser." She's grinning, big and actually has a skip in her step, as she's staring at the prize she's torn from the case.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin tilts his head a little, and listens and nods "I see.. I am not here to judge you. I am more.." he thinks of the word. "Curious.. As your perspective is different and I am seeking clearity." he says as he rubs his chin thinking about it for a moment, and nods as he see as the memory brings negative feelings though it makes him smile as maybe that associatin was there though slightly changed it gave him a bit of hope. Instead of moving he stands still as he thinks looking down at one of the puddles of blood.

His line of thought is broken as it breaks him out of his thoughts, "Oh why am I here... I was trying to see how they worked... The normal." and smiles at the dead people all around them. "I talk way too much for a porno I am sorry." and chuckles at that. He looks at the lock in her hand and smiles. "If you.. gently.. toss me that lock I can fix it for you." though he shruged a bit, "All I would need is for you to answer a couple questions?" he asks with a small smile.

"For example.." he starts as he thinks he sees a hesitance, "Are you enjoying this, or would you prefer the quiet?" he asks with a small smile as he asks thinking about it for only a moment.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Tilting her head to the side, when you go a little, and talk about perspective. She keeps going though, turning her body around, moving to stand only on one, and balancing her light frame on powerful alchemically enhanced muscles, till she's practically upside down and her body just won't twist anymore. And she then shrugs, but when you say you can 'fix' the lock she pulls it close, gripping it protectively with both hands. "Mine. You go find your own lock to ruin!" She screams, screams at you, and her eyes are wide open, then she's opening her hands and kisses the bent piece, "Don't worry, he didn't mean it. And if he did, he'll be the first test subject for Ray."

Then she's tucking the metal piece into the side of her tight low cut pants and she shrugs, "Whatever, you can ask questions, I guess." A pause at the first question. "Quiet?" She thinks on that a moment, and talks aloud looking to the right, "Would I like quiet?" Then she turns her head a little to the left, seemingly talking to someone each time, "No, no, I don't think I would." "You wouldn't? Are you sure? Has there... been quiet?" "There was that time, you lost hearing." "Oh right, that was pretty funny. I thought everyone was mute, whoops. I was so angry at the joke, mime THIS!" "And don't forget THAT" She chuckles with a few nods.

Then up she looks to Frankie, "No. Quiet is bad. It means nothing is clacking, or clicking, or ffzzzzoooshing, or whirling." Her hands are animated as she talks, half using them to describe what she's referring to, half just moving about for emphasis powered but a non-stop energy fueling her, "And then, who would I be? Not Hex, not the skinny bitch who NO ONE likes at school, nOOooOOOooooo. I couldn't ever be like THEM. Those pretty ... girls." She is tensing her hands into fists, tight fists, tight enough she could probably tear into her own flesh if her nails were just a bit longer.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin is quiet, though watches her and though he doesn't run when she yells at him about the lock he does look a bit startled, though he didn't do anything he did remember he was dealing with someone who smashed up a bunch of people, and if she attacked him his chance to talk would be over. Thankfully she reasures the metal, and can talk them back from the ledge so Franklin just let it go. He looks like he is going to answer what silence is but she does answer though it takes her a moment to get there Franklin just quietly waits listening. "I see, I also hear the Wheeeeerrrs, and Clank-Cling-Pop!" He explains sounds from the lab, perhaps she would better understand that more then if he explained it though his hands are not near as energetic.

Though Franklin frowns with a nod, "Being like them is overratted. Everyone is like them." and chuckles a bit as at least it was true in theory, and the fists were not good so he did not want to push the issue. "Hey.. So your name is Hex?" He looks at her hoping to change the topic, and nods. "Do you believe that galaxy is based on a balance of good, and evil?" he asks though he looks at her with a grin, "A I don't know is fine, but let me reasure you it is not a religion." and chuckles a bit.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"Wheerrs and clank-clings are great, pops can startle sometimes, and that's no good for George. He's a bit of a cantankerous uzi, and prone to shooting his mouth off at the slightest disturbance." And then she's following along on the next conversation, "Hex is ... my name, label. I'm Valerie, Val, but no one calls me that, everyone calls me Hex. Except, some people, I prefer Hex. Cause - I am one. A hex, that is, on my friends, family, well, ex-family, they're all dead now, I burned some of them up, others died on their own, I think. I'm not fully sure, but those puppies sure as hell deserved it!"

Hex comments and then looks around, hmmmming, and hmmmmmming again, "No. I think balance is a dumb idea. Nothing is balanced, until forged that way, and that's why people have this idea." She holds up her hands one on either side, like she's weighing things, "People, force it, they force this so-called balance, because it makes sense to them in their heads, it gives them an excuse to do ... small bad things, but bad things that they call bad, why are they bad? No one else thinks its bad, not till they are forced into this... this ... errrrghhh, stupid restrictive, dumb, idiotic, terrible." And she's storming around in a pouting circle, kicking concrete blocks and shattering them, forcing them to fly, metal, punching the case that still has the money in it, but doesn't have both of its locks, until she spins around. "And then, what? When something is broken? Just a little?" She's starting to well up with tears, her eyes pooling with water, as they start raining down her cheeks, "They just... what? Toss them, throw them away, just into the trash. Cause of a little crack? A bit of a flicker, just, garbage now, garbage!" She sniffles hard, sucking in a breath, snot, wiping her wet face on her half-sleeve.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin chuckles a bit, "Valeria is my younger sisters name. I call her Val too so if it is okay I will just call ya Hex!" he smiles a bit, "And lets be glad you left George at home as he would not of liked the yelling would he." though he listens to what happened to her family with a nod though in his mind he noted it as a curse like others which ment magic. "If they deserved it though it is a good thing they are gone."

He falls quiet after responding to listen to her description of balance, and doesn't say anything as she punches bloack, and the suitcase he thinks about her question, and see's her sniffle. "People can be very mea I have seen people called trash for no-other reason then being born on the wrong planet." he actually takes a step forward he looks at her. "If they died, and you lived.. Maybe they were the broken people... The cracked." he adds slowly he takes another step carefully as being upset could lead to accidents and she did just punch through a wall.

Franklin sighs, "I have been trying to help people.. But everything I do is just a piece of dust in the wind.. None of it matters." he looks at her seriously, "Yet I try and try again.. Tell me isn't that completly cracked?" and grins as he stops moving forward so he can look at her. "I would help you if I could, but nothing I can do you would want." he tries to explain to her as he frowns. "For now. how bout a magic trick?" he asks as he reaches into his pocket pulling out a hankerchef "Tada!" as he offers it to her as he tosses it into the air, and it would float over as if carried by the wind... even if it was just TK. "Thank you Hex.. If you want my help with anything you have just to ask. I don't kill, but if that curse comes after you I will help fight." he nods to her thinking. "Do you have a phone?"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Another sniffle and she wipes her face some more, "George would've been laughing at all their uncustomized guns." She sniffles again, as she seems to be calming down some more. Then she's beaming, "Oh, they DID deserve it, but that was just lucky. I escaped though, I should've burned up too, but I just ... manage to make it, it's a curse." This she's talking about, like it's a casual conversation, not self-deprecating in any way. And she's smiling.

"Ohhhh, don't I know it. People think I'm from another planet." She rolls her eyes, and does that hand thing, pointing at her head and circling, "They're crazy, though. But that's only when I'm at the asylum a few miles away from my lab, I go there for lunch sometimes." A pause, "Good people."

A bit of a frown comes to her lips, its very poutish, and her eyes squint into little slanting dagger shapes for a moment, it's a dark kind of demure look. "Me, not broken? I'm so broken. Inside, outside, every which way. There's no denying that. But there's beauty there, too, you know. In the surprise, the uniqueness. When you ..." She perks up a bit, and gets closer, quieter in tone, like she's sharing a secret amongst a close group of friends, "If you manufacture things. They're ideally, if you do it right, all the same. All the same, down to microscopic variations, so the same it's not really possible to tell them apart. But, you take the perfect thing... and you break it." She makes a hand snapping motion, like cracking a stick in two, "And suddenly, it's a thing, infinitely varied from all other things."

Taking in a deep breath, she lets it out slowly, letting her chest rise and fall with the breath, "That's ... that's worth protecting. Besides, we're all a little broken, I'm just so far gone I'm nothing but broken pieces." Her face wetness is all on her sleeve, but she catches the hankerchief, looking at it like, 'what do I do with this?' but quirkishly grins to the side, "Not a great, trick."

"Mister Dick, before you go. Maybe you shouldn't try fixing things?" A shrug, "If you were to break some stuff, it'd matter, fixing things just brings it all back to a boring non-unique and ugly world. Just .. a thought." A pause, "A phone? Oh, yeah, I got a phone, it'll call you if you've got a phone."

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin chuckles, and nods at that. "Well next time we meet you will have to show me some custom stuff, and I will bring something from my place to show you does that sound like a deal?" as he was curious what she would make to show him, heck what would he make though he had to hurry to change gears. "It is good to hear you have friends, we should all have friends. Even if they are a little.." he imitates her head circling with a chuckle. He holds his hands infront of him, "You are very unique, so unique that I doubt there is another like you. That is why it is important to ask you such questions!"

He also nods to her as he continues, "Of course you don't like my trick.. Everyone is a critic!" though he smiles as it doesn't really upset him. "Keep it, its for wiping away water when it gets in your eyes." he thinks about it, "And helping people... is my curse," he says to her as perhaps if anyone could understand that it would be her.

Finally he turns, and starts hovering slightly over the ground he takes a card and lets it float down to her. "If you need me call this number.. I owe you one, and I always pay back my debts." he is talking as the light construct closes around him. He gives a final wave, and is gone as he changes the outside of the construct to invisability, He would float back home with a lot to think about.