14797/Wrecking Crew Withdrawal

Wrecking Crew Withdrawal
Date of Scene:	27 April 2023
Location:	New York City Bank
Synopsis:	Titania tries to make a withdrawal from a bank in NY to help get The Wrecking Crew some funds and herself some much needed spending money. Her messy heist turns into a disaster when she's tripped up by Silk being on patrol in the area. Her getaway vehicles don't even receive a single dollar bill as Cindy Moon doesn't waste time in returning the money, neutralizing the armed goons, and making Titania's own strength work against her. It's a humiliating defeat for the swole girl, one that's going to make the papers and word on the street.
Cast of Characters:	Mary McPherran, Cindy Moon

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Mary McPherran has posed:
Someone is making a withdrawal.

This isn't the act of a subtle and sneaky villian. No highly tuned team of co-ordinated masked robbers. No, those two options would be far less outlandishly loud. There wouldn't have been windows blowing out onto the street like a bomb had gone off. Nor would have there been the sound of metal being torn like the Titania was skidding down main street. The wild disarray of customers wouldn't have been allowed to flood out the entrance like they were being chased by angry bees rather than dust and the clangor of the bank's alarm. There would have been order.

The bystanders and innocents have only just exited in haste when the towering form of Titania takes her leave as well. She doesn't use the entrance...she makes one with her foot. Stepping out as bricks and dust rain down, it will become apparent she's made a withdrawal. Two huge duffle bags of cash. Are they dripping bills that gusts of wind can catch and snatch and flutter about? You betcha. She's tied closed the loot quickly after stuffing them worse than the xmas stockings of wealthy parents. Her striking costume, dark lavender, knee-high boots, lots of skin on display for her thighs and chest, is in full effect. She strides towards the steps that lead towards a couple of Hummers of questionable maintenance. Nervous Nellies behind the wheel, sweating gallons, mouth gaping at the shitshow of noise and chaos.

Cross-town traffic means the girls and boys in blue will take some time to navigate the other mishaps and miscreants that are seeking their own pieces of action about the city.

Cindy Moon has posed:
So much noise.

Alarms going off, glass breaking, and someone bending metal. Hell, Silk didn't need silk senses to know something was amiss, she just needed to be swinging by at the right time. Or be in the neighborhood. Which she was, by happenstance. On something of a patrol, she *thwips* above bank where Titania is making her withdraw. Webbing fires from her fingertip, body contorted and twisted as she catches the line and swings.

Care and fancy free.

Where the boys in blue aren't able to respond quickly enough due to traffic, Silk had nothing impeding her. So the black, white, and red clad heroine was free to land with a surprising amount of force on the hood of one of the questionably maintained hummers with the driver inside sweating like a whore in church.

She crouches low, one hand out between bent knees to peer in through the front windshield at him. Dark hair hanging around a tilting face. Brown eyes turn towards the colorfully costumed woman who is Titiania.

"You're folding money is coming unstole."

Pointed out helpfully to the bills blowing on gusts of wind.

"I don't think that's covered by insurance. Act of god they call it."

Mary McPherran has posed:
The windows on the Hummer, the one chosen as a landing pad, they fracture with lines cascading like spiderwebs woven by chaos theory. That they don't shatter completely, but make hints of future fences and bars of a prison, might be fitting. The driver bounds backwards from the face appearing in their windshield as if they'd struck a highway median. Their knee-jerk reaction isn't to put pedal to the medal, but to reef on the driver's side door. They ~know~ shit's gone beyond pear shaped into turnip territory. The fool doesn't even have a mask on. Probably to avoid drawing attention. Their red-rimmed eyes get wider as they haul off like a simian trying to break of a zoo.

The other hummer nearby, that driver's face is seen in their side-view mirror, and their eyes become saucer-wide. The window is rolled down and they're trying to twist to get an arm and an weapon out to bear on the agile hero. Their companion in the passenger side is yelling 'Floor it! Floor it! Floor it!' like an anxious parrot.

Titania stops on the steps leading to the bank. She's got enough dust on her and the loot bags to look like she's got a bad dandruff problem. All that smashed masonry getting into her fabulous hair. The bags akimbo drop to either side of her with a thud that can almost be felt. Lots of dough, and a few safe deposit boxes. The grinch who's stealing greenbacks, her mouth twists. "Webcrawler." her mouth practically chews the air, teeth gnashing. She was prepared to walk out of here like a Boss, flash gorgeously bad girl grin, maybe a camera would get a good angle. The only thing one would get now, is a grotesque snarl of fear and fury. Something about Silk is tantamount to a nemesis. She shakes, trembles, and clenches her fists with the sound of bones popping under pressure. "Shut! Up!" A hesitation, balking, anger at herself, at Silk's presence, and she's bull-rushing the Hummer with ever intent to squash it.

There are clearly some issues here.

Cindy Moon has posed:
There are a lot of issues here. There's guys pointing guns at her, which are easily enough to deal with. Webbing fires from her fingerteps turning his gunwielding fist into a giant sticky ball of silk. There's the sudden attempt of the driver infront of her trying to bail... also very easily to deal with by webbing the door shut..

And then there's Titania.

"You're new to this huh?" She muses, not as sing-songy as Spider-Man, but with a hard edge to her verbal taunts. "You come to New York City and you get the teasing.. There's contractual obligations to obligate." Is that a word Cindy? It has to be a word, I said it.

The big lady pops her fists and bullrushes the hummer she is- soon to be was -crouching on, but Silk simply flips off before she ever hits the vehicle. The landing sticks her to the doorway Titania had just come out of, one hand out to web a bag of money. She gives it a hard jerk and sends it sliding right back into the bank from which Mary had stolen it.

"I'd like to make a deposit."

Mary McPherran has posed:
There's an almighty crash as Titania connects with the vehicle, and the abuse of the auto just keeps on coming. Her impact nearly crumples the Hummer in half, the chassis a complete write off now if it wasn't before. The tires on the asphalt ~scroooonk~ until it and Titania have stopped.

From bent frame of the car, the tall villainess shrugs and tugs herself free easily. But she's just getting angrier.

Her hand actually reaches out, despite her not being even close anymore, to the web-snatched money. It's a pointless gesture, something a toddler would do when their binky is taken. What took only moments to smash and grab before, here Silk has Uno'd the damn paycheck. The blood starts pounding in her ears so bad, the annoying braying of the disarmed and encumbered partners in crime that came along for this heist don't even register.

A voice in her head, with the tone of a MarshaMarshaMarsha is registering. 'It's not fair' is the refrain, and it plays over and over, weaved in with the confidence and lack of fear coming Silk. "Chew on this!"

She reaches behind her, she grabs the Hummer, and she lifts it just high enough to make the wheels leave the street. Titania does a full 360 piroutte, hauling the car in a wide swing, and flings it as hard as she can towards the entrance of the bank to try and squash her. The horn of the car bleats, the driver inside playing the steering wheel like a set of bongos.

Cindy Moon has posed:
This is what spiders do. They annoy until someone gets so angry they make a mistake. They even the playing field by aggrevating the competition. They get cars hurled at them... Wait, no that's not right..

Silk was, in fact, quite afraid. She's just built different and uses humor to deflect the terror into something she can control. The quips make dealing with someone so very much stronger than her, managable. It does not make cars not get thrown at her. Seriously, how does that heppen?

Her senses go off before it ever leaves Titania's hands, but there's a lot of elements involved. First, she has to not get hit by the hummer, that's a big initial step. So she hurls herself up at an angle, twisting her body in the process... and it's really damn close. The vehicle is careening awkwardly, the bumper nearly clips her hip, but her spine contorts and flings her legs up, then over the undercarrage.

She lands and leaps again, this time to the side, near the drivers door where the man inside is bouncing around like a pinball. There's not enough time for her to pull him out, but she can make sure that he doesn't snap his spine when it hits the wall! By webbing him to the seat. It should provide enough kinetic cushion to keep his face from violently bashing against the steering wheel... it's not much, but it'll have to do. She also fires several lines of webs to connect the hummer to the wall.. dangling dangerously and sagging against the silk ropes, but at least it wont hit the street.

"Okay, Large Marge.. I'm going to need you to settle down."

The agile heroine hits the sidewalk, drops her hand down, and spins her leg around like a break-dancer to.... kick the other bag inside the bank.

Because that had really made her mad the first time and we need to capitalize on the the small victories. The important thing is to keep moving, however. All Titania has to do is hit her once and this goes from showboating to hospital visit pretty quick.

Mary McPherran has posed:
Titania has more than big muscles, she's also got a set of lungs. She uses them. Silk makes her use them. If she hadn't earned the name Titania, banshee could have been in the running. The scream tears out of her like a chainsaw down a sheet-metal roof. It hurts as it leaves her throat, another compounding loss, another bag of bills is torn from her again.

Her anger is as hot as the hue of her hair, and it streams behind her as she runs towards a nearby street lamp. The mailbox in the way explodes into a confetti of parcels and envelopes. "Just had to! Just had to!" she stammers, ranting and ravving, drooling out of the corner of her mouth. Her backup is neutralized, any hope of bracketing the agile hero a sticky wad or useless. She nearly trips as she hauls the pole from the ground, a heel creating a pothole as she exerts herself more and more. "Don't tell me what to do!" she screeches.

Wielding the streetlight like a huge sword from a video game, her hand tighten around it and she sweeps it around like she's going to make a grand slam. "Say that again...I goddamn double dare you...Light's out you little bitch!"

Here she comes. No need to telegraph her intent, it's plain she wants to swat you so hard you see the curviture of the earth. The only change is how she bounds, putting more murderous intent into it, leaving the ground in an impressive airborne leap, to bring the pole down like an over-head axe-blow.

Cindy Moon has posed:
While the scream is very loud, it is not nearly as terrifying as the massive amount of strength the big lady wields. This has to be what Peter feels when he's fighting Rhino, right? Silk isn't going to make the process easy by just standing there though. Oh no. What she needs to do is make it harder for Titania to swing that big flail of a street lamp, but first...

When the mailbox bursts into confetti, "Whoa! You can't do that! It's a federal crime to tamper withe United States Postal service..." Neverminding, of course, robbing a bank. We're not getting into that right now, though.

Silk peers around and, oh okay there we go. She webs the door on the othe hummer and yanks it off with a mighty tug, not to use as a shield because that would just break her arms. Not even to hit Titania in the face with it, because she's not sure that'd do anything, but piss her off.

Oh no.. Titania is bounding at her, but it's uncoordinated.

She's leaping in the air, but... well..

Silk swings the door over head on a line of web, building momentum, and then jumps backwards in the same instance as she releases the 'shot-put', right at Titania's shins. She'd been aimming for her feet, maybe to trip her up, but... seriously, try throwing a door while you're dodging a street lamp being swung around like a sword, sometime.

"If we're going to keep our PG-13 rating, I'm going to have to remind you that you're nearing your allotted amount of swear words..." She chides, rolling over her shoulders to push off her palm.. once again landing against the side of the bank wall.

Mary McPherran has posed:
Titania's apogee comes and passes, as enraged as she is, if any of this hits, it's gonna be a bad time. She's fully focused on getting a hole-in-one here, and not any of this peripheral stuff involving the cars. There's even a fleeting moment where it appears that Silk's gonna try and give her a straight-up smackdown if she wants a ~shield~. This is gonna be good.

She grins wickedly, not finding any mirth in how she's being made fun of, but of the delicious results of what her impromptu weapon is going to render unto her. This is gonna be good.

There's no chance she'll ever give Silk credit to what strength she does display, though she should. Even if it's a measure of leverage and forces exerted through clever ways, Titania isn't familiar with Silk's strength.

The torn door clips her good on her left shin, and the effort behind that well-aimed throw does more than give an ouchie, it does something with all that incoming mass and velocity. It's turning Titania and her eager feral grin. Her expression twisting, her body angling bad. She comes down where intended, but it's not the pole that hammers down but her shoulder and face. She practically craters herself, a furrow like a meteorite a number of meters and rumbling the block. Titania breaks the PG-13 rating, though most is censored by her mouth full of concrete and dirt.

She comes up, dazed, the pole broken off just above where her hands still hold it in a double-handed grip.

She's is friggen livid. Swinging wildly in wide arcs, trying to blink away particular from her eyes, each footfall making a cronching pothole as she stamps. "Fight me! Fight me fair!"

Mary McPherran has posed:
If Titania was hoping for a cheeky photo op in the papers later of a bountiful heist, she's probably not going to happy about what's getting recorded right now. People being people, they're still near to ground zero, and everyone has a phone these days. It is rather favourable for Silk though. Quite good.

Cindy Moon has posed:
To capitalize on this unfairness, Silk periodically fires webbing at the dazed woman's eyes, further blinding her... and dancing backwards with flips, rolls, and twists to keep herself out of reach of the short stubby weapon she's swinging. A woman of that strength has to have a copious reserve of stamina, that much is pretty obvious, but like any agile boxer will tell you, just keep the big gal swinging until she tires herself out.

Cindy is sweating, of course.

Black hair matting to her face as she flips backwards and maching-gun fires webbing at Titania's feet, trying to either pin her (doubtful) or slow her down even more. The longer this goes on, the more likely someone is going to get hurt, and contrary to her quipping, she isn't out here trying to embarrass the woman... only get her so worked up she can actually stop her.

"Fair is very perspective." She chides, webbing at Titania's hands double gripping the broken off piece of light pole. "It would also hurt... Nobody wants that!"

Mary McPherran has posed:
Titania makes short work of initial gummy webs about her ankles, while she's in motion powering along. She's not the juggernaut, but she's definitely pretty strong enough to tangle with She-Hulk. But she can't see properly, and this is maddening on top of aggravating.

Trying to wipe her vision clean means blundering foolishly into the steps of the bank, and treacherous footing. And then her hands become wedded by webbing to the pole, and that makes it so much harder to clear one's eyes. The steel pole is smeared up against her cheeks and face, she's practically weeping in frustration, snot mixing with tears. The sticky stuff is the absolutely worst. There's so much sticking to her that when she goes down again, more is able to gum up the works. She's like some dinosaur getting tow-cabled.

The attrition is getting worse, and there seems to be no letting up on her. Accumulating webs strikes have her red hair tangled up, one eye shut, her hands and the pole worse than handcuffed, and a frothing taffy of spaghetti at her ankles. All she can manage now is getting to her knees and wrenching left and right. "I want it!" she froths. "You're not taking me innnnn!"

Cindy Moon has posed:
Well, she had been demanding Silk fight her fair, right?

To be honest, seeing the big woman crying and snotty was lowkey kind of breaking her heart... Not enough to let her get away with all that money or, in fact, let her get away... but seriously nobody should ugly cry, it doesn't matter what they did.

Suffice that when Titania is finally worked off her feet and reduced to jerking side to side, it was time for the spider to actually strike. She, too, was getting tired. There's only so much she can keep this up. Even for someone who was beaten by a genetically altered spider, this fight was a lot.

So it had to be ended.

Silk springs forward and rolls enough to get her feet up beneath her. If there was ever a chance she was going to get caught by a stray swing this was it, but... She pushes off her coiled position with an uppercut aimed right at the underside of Titania's jaw.

She is no where near as strong as Spider-Man.

Which isn't to say she doesn't pack a wollip.

Certainly not in league with a She-Hulk...

Which is why she went full on Kid from Mike Tyson's Punch-Out, super uppercut charge on it. No more quips though because now she just feels bad.

Mary McPherran has posed:
Titania can do only so much. The allusions to someone losing their cool so much they're closer to a brat than a bully are pretty strong. Or perhaps, a bully finally put in their place after a string of easy wins. It's going to be unflattering in the evening news.

The villain's mouth runs a mumbling mile a minute. A drunken marathon of words, promises and complaints. She's weaving back and forth, a clumsy cobra unable to free herself from her wicker basket. And then when Silk deploys right there in front of her, close enough to her how loud she's panting, she's almost defiantly still, like someone so small can't possibly be a danger. The sweet chin music via Silk's punch comes in at a choice angle. The power is sent up her jaw and rings her bell. Snapping her head back. The finesse is something else. Titania's eyes stare with all that focused hatred one moment, and then there's an inoculation of concussive directed force. Then her glare is staring off into a distance, unable to focus her peepers because she just got rocked. Her hands, gesticulating angry shadow puppets of spiders, go tense and tremble, and Titania's body slumps over like a redwood getting the chop. When she falls onto her side, her expression is like what would show up on #tooktoomuch. ~WHUMPF~

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk is breathing pretty hard and can't for the life of her remember a fight that took that much out of her that didn't involve getting creamed by a truck or something. Laying on her back after Titania is fell, she covers her face with her arm, which is all soaked from sweating.. But the sirens are finally starting to make their way towards the scene and... it wouldn't do for her to be here either.

There's still vigilante laws in place.

With a grunt, she rolls over and pushes up onto her feet to scampre, much slower, up the side of the wall and leap out ready to catch a web line to get her the heck out of dodge. Everything isn't packaged as pretty as she'd have liked.

The street looks like a warzone (because it was).. but it'll have to do.

She'd just done all the heavy lifting for law enforcement.

And probably made herself her first nemesis?!

That's exciting right?

She's going to need a buble bath and some ibuprofen.