14981/Rogues Gone Wild: Magic Ain't What It Used To Be

Rogues Gone Wild: Magic Ain't What It Used To Be
Date of Scene:	06 June 2023
Location:	Midtown - New Troy
Synopsis:	The Avenue of Tomorrow is again the scene of a Rogue attack as the Weather Wizard and Abra Kadabra turn their own kind of magic into absolute chaos. And just to add to the mess? Why not throw in the Hulk to deal with too!
Cast of Characters:	Barry Allen, Monet St. Croix, Bruce Banner, Emiko Queen, Belinda Gutierrez, Phoebe Beacon, Meggan Puceanu

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Barry Allen has posed:
Ahhh, the warm, sultry days of summer. The city might not be the ideal locale for some to savor such things, but if one does have to be bound to concrete and asphalt, Metropolis - and more specifically the Avenue of Tomorrow - is not a bad place to find one's self on a day like this.

Of course the Avenue is even more impressive once the sun has gone down and the barrage of neon lights and video billboards can truly shine, but it is partially offset by the sheer crowds that populate the street, wandering in and out of all the little tech emporiums that line the street, or patronizing the numerous street vendors that sell the wonders that make Metropolis the City of Tomorrow. At least in part at any rate.

Of course interspersed amongst all those shops is the other thing that makes this part of the city so famous - the laboratories that make all of the technological inventions possible. Whether it be LexCorp with its massive corporate presence, or the more science focus of S.T.A.R. Labs, there is no shortage of technological giants inhabiting this part of the city. Which doesn't even take into account the dozens of smaller labs, looking to make their breakout.

Of course, HALO corporation does not fall into that later category, being much closer in size and scope to it's competitor at the far end of the strip. But it has the misfortune today of being the target of a most specific robbery. And while those out on the street beyond might not yet be aware of that fact, it won't be long before the havoc wrecked within the corporate offices of the solar and hybrid vehicle maker spills out onto the street?

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix is here for shopping. And enjoying replacing her wardrobe after an event involving mutated dinosaurs with cybernetics and alien parasites with flamethrowers that no one will ever get to talk about in her presence again without threats of death and mindwipes. Monet is mostly keeping to herself today as she walks along, having simply paid to have things delivered to where she's staying for the evening. Glancing around the Avenue of Tomorrow, she mutters over something highly uncomplimentary about the gauchness of it in French under her breath that one would likely have to be close enough to pick up. So much pretentiousness here - as far as she's concerned!

She's hardly one to talk..

Bruce Banner has posed:
Hulk is out tonight as Banner went to sleep the night started and the Hulk rose! With a roar he jumps through the window of the tower out sailing through the air. He isn't sure where he is going just enjoying the freedom of the night in large arcing jumps. For now he is just wondering the forest being stared by a very shocked looking wildlife as he jumps distance. Stopping in a forest outside of a large city he stops.

He sniffs the air, and then looks around with a deep growl. Hulk as is didn't know what that was, but it might be someone who thinks they are stronger then the hulk. No-one can be stronger then the hulk so he starts jumping towards the city to make sure they know. He doesn't know it is Metropolis or the Avenue of Tomorow, only that Hulk is the strongest, and he was going to go prove it to whatever scrony human thought they were better.

Emiko Queen has posed:
Never let it be said that when criminal shenanigans happen it doesn't go unnoticed. Sure, it was just two of the Flash's felonous foes, but were there ever really just two Rogues involved in something? Sometimes, but not always. Not when they're already working together. And you don't make trouble in Metropolis without one of the various groups that make home in the city or it's suburbs taking notice.

Case in point, one red and black clad Titan crouched on a rooftop, taking cover in the shadow behind one of the bright colorful LED billboards. Red Arrow had her suspicions there was something going on, and was staking out the Avenue on the chance her suspicions are right.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Belinda is making her second trip to the Avenue of Tomorrow, willingly spending a second of the rare-and-growing-rarer free days in, of all things, a city! Sure, Metropolis does not reek as badly as New York or (saints preserve) Gotham. And so: window shopping. Look, delight, but definitely, desperately do not envy!

"So..." she manages slowly, staring at what for all the world looks like a raincoat cut out of a sheet of transparent plastic. "It is a holographic clothing?" she asks, staring dubiously. Simple, clear, it has its own built-in timepiece and other assorted glowing, neon goddities.

The too-white toothed saleman nods eagerly, grinning ear-to-ear. "Indeed so! Be the envy of all your --" Pause. "Er. Classmates! And all for the low, low cost of--!"

The remark is quieter, but BElinda visibly pales at the words. "So, if I worked for Bruce Wayne *and* robbed Fort Knox..." she remarks sourly, holding the coat at arms' length.

Clueless of Oncoming Things!

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "-- and that's how I ended up getting kicked out of the school -- didn't Sister Mary tell you about that?" Phoebe asks, wearing the most casual jeans and T-shirts advertising, of course, the awful Gotham hometown baseball team, on their Nacho Night as she walked along with a rather stunned looking college-age guy in an MIT T-shirt.

    "WHY would Sister Mary tell a bunch of twelve-year-olds about you *breaking someone's nose*, let alone a sixteen year old's nose? We thought you'd committed blasphemy or something!" JayJay protestsm nearly dumping his skittles-laden 'ice cream of the future' bucket as Phoebe gives a laugh.

    "Yeah, good point, she was kinda the pacifist, but that's why I was pretty much training with Sensei for three weeks straight while I got enrolled in public school."

    The two college students, one in town for a conference on the rapidly changing world of communication technology and the other enjoying a night off from Gotham City walk about taking in the sights of the Avenue of Tomorrow, not knowing how much the night's going to change.

Barry Allen has posed:
When the first alerts begin to arrive at the Metropolis Police Department that something very wrong is going on inside the HALO Corporation head offices, Barry Allen is not in his lab to hear them No, he's half-way across the country at that moment, clearing railroad tracks from a landslide just seconds before a misrouted train slams into the obstruction. No sooner is he back - admittedly a pretty brief trip for him - and changed back into his day-to-day clothes then he finally hears the news. And based on the description of just what's going on, well, there is little doubt in his mind just what's going on.

"The Avenue of Tomorrow again?" he mutters to himself before quickly excusing himself - again - to slip on out. His co-workers are going to think he's having digestive problems today. But an instant later his costume is bursting forth from the ring he wears and he is already moving at superspeed as he slips into it, racing out into the city beyond.

The glass atrium that makes up the entrance to the HALO Corporation's head office is a sight to behold to be sure. It positively gleams in bright, late afternoon light, the slightly blue-tinted windows reflecting the marvel that is the Avenue of Tomorrow within them. Dominating the one end of the strip as it does, more then a few people linger in the plaza outfront, seated on the benches or taking in the elaborate water fountain then sends up great plumes of water dozens of feet into the air.

At least until that marvel of glass suddenly explodes outward, sending a downpour of glass raining down on those onlookers nearby. And the source of that explosive? Well that would be the tornado that comes ripping on out from inside the building itself, slowly growing and expanding, stretching out as if enjoying it's new found freedom.

You know, if weather systems were capable of enjoying things.

Then again, most weather systems don't start off inside buildings, so clearly this one is pretty unique.

Following in it's wake are an unlikely pair of costume-clad figures. The first is a grim-faced man in green and yellow who hover a foot or so off of the ground. His dark hair is whipped about as if in a storm itself and he gestures with his hand, pointing towards the tornado in front of him. And where he motions, the tornado seems to move. The Weather Wizard then.

The other man looks like some demented wizard himself, his thinning hair in a high widow's peak. His thin mustache and goatee look as comically as they do sinister. He clutches a small case in one hand while behind him, floating like devoted little ducklings following their mother is a bank of computers. The man waves a wand in his other hand, cackling gleefully. "Well, that went even better then expected! And I'm absolutely loving this weather!" And that would be Abra Kadabra.

"Shut up," the grim faced Weather Wizard says, steering that tornado out towards the street, the nearest parked car plucked from it's spot, rising into the air and beginning to spin about on those currents of wind before being hurled through a nearby storefront window.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The alarms go up and out and there is Monet St. Croix who grumbles. "Lovely. Of all the times.." But, for whatever reason she has decided that she hates this particular district of Metropolis for some unknown, personal reason and so she doesn't particularly -mind- that much that it's going to be wrecked. But still, there are some things that require a degree of pariticpation to help prevent collateral damage. She goes to mutter to herself as she goes to quickly start to scan the area as glass explodes! Her focus is on telepathically sweeping, trying to find civilians. Vehicles. First are people in the way that she has to get out of there. Save from shrapnel, at risk of detonation, or that need a degree of coordination for when it comes to evacuation. If someone is going to the effort of firebombing this side of the city to steal something, then they'll be making their grand appearance soon. So best to try and get as many people out of here as she can before things get worse! She goes to move to as many people as he can find start to give them telepathic commands to depart the area. Pressure based rather than asking. THis is M.

Bruce Banner has posed:
An approaching Hulk is a wierd experience. It sounds like Thunder, but approaches very quickly as a "Boom...." silence, then "Boom!" silence, then a green streak is through the air as falling into the plaza a Giant hulking beast of a man comes smashing in leaving two large deep ipressions on the ground. The alarms bothered him, and he yelled at the offending building with so much anger spittle came flying off. He glanced around and saw the two men walking out, and didn't really reconise them as Bank robbers, but one smelled wierd so Hulk had to put them in their place.

Moving forward slowly towards the two Hulk doesn't talk he just 'seeths' with anger as he looks at the two the corners of his eyes red, and bloodshot. One of them brought him here, and then irritated him with that alarm sound. Hulk would smash that puny human as he approached he just kept making fists, and releasing them the motion not near enough to sooth him only delay the anger to when he could hit something.

When he is close enough, about a good ten feet away he yells at them "Rooaaaaaaaaaar!" again to make sure they get how strong the hulk is waiting on their response before he starts the fight proper. Which one of the two he is heading for is hard to tell as he is still a bit away, and they are standing together.

Emiko Queen has posed:
There's the chaos. The shattering glass, the tornado(?!), the men in costume and their loot. "Sometimes it stinks to be right..." Red Arrow mutters under her breath, moving a bit closer to the corner of the rooftop to get a better look. The tornado, under one's control apparently, so that's probably Weather Wizard. The other looks like some sleazy stage magician but she can't place a name to it. Mmm, what's the best method to approach this...

Though before she can finish analyzing the situation the tornado picks up a car and flings it into a storefront. That settles that. She pulls two arrows from her quiver, nocks them in her bow as she stands, and fires in rapid succession. One sails towards the car in the storefront only to burst mid-air, dousing the wreck in fire suppression foam in an effort to prevent it from exploding.

The second arrow thunks into the side of the building, with a line for Red Arrow to slide down to street level. She drops off near the pavement, and is already drawing another arrow for her bow as she stands. "Do you two even realize how stupid it is to rob the same part of the city in less than a week's length? I'd almost wonder how you're even a pro--" She's briefly interrupted by the roar from the big green giant entering the scene as well. "-- Great. Another complication..."

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Metropolis in the summer's a fair sight prettier than gloomy Gotham or London Town. Meggan basks in the reverberating good mood carried by shoppers, couples, and families. Single pedestrians daydreaming about goods in the cool stores on the Avenue of Tomorrow or soaking up the warmth are like a proper gelato for the blonde. She roams slowly down the sidewalk, getting her dinner. Just not the same meal everyone else would normally eat. Now, a rage-driven superbeing in her proximity might be the equivalent of six triple-espresso shots and a couple of Red Bull chasers. The Hulk's presence remains a nebulous dot in her wide-spanning empathic awareness.

Normally the HALO Corporation wouldn't earn a second look except to be stared at distrustfully, like normal people do. All that glass probably distorts reflections and no girl wants that. Still eye-catchy though, and distracting!

A loud crack from the shattering panes is exactly the sort of thing to stop her in her tracks. She rocks back on her feet, and then her worn trainers plain leave the kerb altogether as she floats. Buffeting winds blow out that torrential dangerous rain of sharp glass shards and carry her backwards, the outer bands of the tornado dangerous enough to make things hard to see and chaotic even from the street.

"Oi! *Ow*!" The sharp retort probably gets lost in the howling noise of mad green giant and erupting tempest, not to mention all the alarms going off. Meggan only gets blown far enough along before the atmospheric front facing that stray tornado starts to fight back, dust visibly overturned in a hard eddy that plunges forward in a confused current that wraps around her.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
One moment: staring in horror at a price outside the range of any but the gauche and the stupidly rich (in Belinda's mind). The next: blasting glass. Shattering crystal sounds. THe tinkle of gleaming shards and the slam of thunder and the shockwave and screaming rage that is--

"...Dios!" Belinda whispers, eyes widening as she stares at the Green Behemoth landing in the midst of the Avenue. Because of course landing Hulks comes with wild, weird whirlwinds and shattering glass and flying cars and--

"Here!" she exclaims, shoving the package back to the prospective salesman-- who promptly shrieks like a little girl, fleeing back into his electronics store. Belinda is already diving for cover, lunging for a place out of sight and--

"Ow!" she hisses, glancing down in surprise. Cuts, nicks, and an absolutely *nasty* foot long shard of glass, sticking through her side. "Dios," she mutters again under her breath, momentarily ignoring that tickle at the back of her brain. A glance around, biting her lip; she delicately grabs the shard in her body, daring not a sound as she draws the length out with the barest hiss.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    First there's alarms, then crashing, and then the Thunder as the Hulk makes his way into the Avenue, and Phoebe shifts her weight, dropping her ice cream into a handy planty as she narrows her eyes, gripping her fingers into loose fists.

    "JayJay-" she begins, turning to her friend -- and then he holds his hands up, grabbing her ice cream and books it off to the side. He gets it. It's what they do.

    There's a soft spoken word as she ducks behind a handy shipping van and comes out the other side in black tac pants, a gray fitted top and leather gloves as Balm moves to take the board. She can sense a familiar presence nearby, which makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up, raising her hands and bringing up her eight-pointed star shields to catch another blow of broken glass away from bystanders.

    -- oh, Vanilla Milkshake is here too. Phoebe's eyes go wide.


    THIS should be interesting.

Barry Allen has posed:
A tornado howling down the street is a pretty good way to make people vacate the area in pretty expeditious fashion. But for those laggards out there, Monet's telepathic commands are pretty effective at overriding their own lack of sense and make them hustle into whatever store is available, or down the side-streets that run off the Avenue of Tomorrow. Numerous people scream and tear down both the sidewalk and the middle of the street as traffic pretty much comes to an immediate halt - those within vehicles abandoning them.

Acting very much like an offensive lineman clearing the way for his quarterback, the tornado seems to deliberately go out of its way to insure that there is a clear path for the pair following in it's wake. Stray debris and just about every obstruction finds itself swept up, whirling about madly in that wind funnel as it creeps closer and closer to that mass of abandoned vehicles. And when they all start flying? Well, that could definitely be trouble and almost certainly destructive.

"Ooooooh, he's an ugly one, isn't he? At least I assume it's a 'he'," Abra Kadabra cackles, seeming remarkably unphased by the green giant that lands nearby and promptly screams at him. It's probably the insanity. "And he spits when he talks. I can't abide that sorts of thing. So rude!"

For his part the Weather Wizard doesn't look quite so blase about having the giant green monster in his midst and he rushes several feet forward, practically following on top of the tornado's path. "That's the Hulk you imbecile!" he screams at his fellow criminal. "Do something!" he barks as he abruptly finds himself confronted with Emiko and her bow.

"I think I will!" the demented 'wizard' says, waving his wand at the shards of glass that litter the street all around them. And in those hundreds of shards of glass an image forms - an image of the green monster that looms above them. Then, just as abruptly those hundreds of tiny, raging green monsters climb out of those glass shards and roar with their tiny voices. "Hulk Smash," they cry in those tiny high-pitched voices.

And then en mass the hundreds of mini-hulks launch themselves at the much bigger original.

"An archer. How quaint," the Weather Wizard says sarcastically, recovering some of his poise as his unwanted ally steps up to deal with the Hulk. "Don't get in my way," he growls, giving a little twist with the hand that is not currently directing the tornado. And abruptly marble sized hail stones begin to pelt down all around the archer and those close by.

Meanwhile that tornado spirals closer and closer towards those abandoned vehicles. The closest one is lifted, almost reluctantly before it begins to spin through the air. Which is exactly when a red streak roars up the street, circling around the funnel cloud at terrific speeds in the opposite direction. The two updrafts meet and the Weather Wizard's tornado begins to dissipate, that flying car coming crashing back down to the asphalt with a loud clatter. Only then does the streak slow enough to reveal the Flash standing there.

"C'mon!" he calls out towards his old foes.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's an 'ARGH' from M. Gimmick villains. GIMMICK VILLAINS. Those are something she loathes nearly as much as she does the Friends of Humanity. This is why she never goes to Gotham. In this world of demented individuals, her thoughts go down the line to some highly impolite ahd inappropriate things to say inc ivil society that has no place in modern discourse about how they came to be.

To Weather Wizard Monet quickly goes to evaluate how to handle him - well, if he's going to be so much over like that.. Monet looks at the looming beast that's moving to engage Tornadron. Good. There's that scenario handled.. M goes to pick up on Meggan, and goes to link up with the woman <<Thoughts?>> The chaos of them seems liek something up the Fae Princess' alley.

To Weather Wizard, Monet goes to wait for him to get a sheer enough block of weather about him, then goes to look over for a power line, a long, long length of wire.. And she goes to fly up and over into the air, going to quickly wrench off a lightning rod over from one of the nearby buildings to get it ready.

She has to time this to when they're distracted and also to keep civilians out of the way. And keep it as a backup - some of the other heroes here will probably have something better on hand.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
The shard of glass plucked from her side, Belinda exhales gently, evenly as the piercing gash shivers, seals as though it had never been. Though the shirt, her jacket... "...this is new," Belinda remarks bitterly to herself, tossing the shredded wreckage of the coat aside. "Clothes ruined beforehand. Mmph."

Hulk and Wizards and mini-monsters. Questions in search of answers. And the answer is released in the only way she knows, with a pause, a breath, profile narrowing down behind the alleyway dumpster as she breathes deep. It takes moments, seconds, heartbeats to change; out o fsight, though those near enough to hear might pick up the rending of cloth, the sound of tearing flesh. The whisper of fur, hair, silken as it expands.

Tearing aside her cloth, the wolfwoman emerges from the alleyway with a shiver, bright eyes gleaming as she adjusts her domino mask on her features. Long breath, a rush of ecstasy. A howling cry, unleashed to reach the heavens.

Silverdane!

Bruce Banner has posed:
As the hulk is addressed he looks confused swatting the first one, as the group piles on. It doesn't take long before hulk is covered by little hulks all trying to smash before there is a roar that shakes what little windows there are left. He raises his hands putting them together and smashes the ground. Normally the ground is solid, but around him with just cuncussive power, what is being used to blow off the little hulks. Cars, windows, signs, everything would blow out indescremitly as if he was a mini-explosion in himself.

There are still a few hanging on for dear life, as he grabs one and looks directly at the wizard and bites the head off before tossing the body aside. He is busy peeling off little hulks as the new tiny Hulks join on him to help try to contain him, as Hulk grabs another two and beats his chest like a large ape! "Hulk strongerst there is!" he yells as the little hulks think they are stronger so Hulk would show them as more are just now jumping on him.

Sure he had a few scraps he was already healing quickly. Maybe it slowed him down a bit, but it only seems he is angry as he takes a step forward as more little hulks jump out of him trying to hold, or push him back as he is slowly moving towards the two. He is breathing deeply, and a bit of steam comes off him as he is starting to get upset at these puny things insult the hulk. There are dozens and dozens on him puthing bitting, doing what they can, and Hulk is now ignoring them moving towards This person. He says in a low growl of a voice... "Hulk... Smash puny man." as he gets mader, and another step despite all the force pushing against him leaving another deep foothold in the ground.

Emiko Queen has posed:
Red Arrow grunts softly as she's pelted with the downpour of small balls of ice. The light armor of her costume absorbs most of the damage that would be done but she can still feel the sting of being hit again and again. It's annoying, but she's been trained to endure through all manner of bad weather conditions between her years with the assassins and her older brother's survival refreshers. "Telling me to not get in your way is about as pointless as me trying to ask you to stop," she retorts, "and that's why I didn't bother."

Weather Wizard is making snide remarks about her being an archer... and while he's paying more attention to that she shifts the expectations, pulling a knife from a concealed spot and throwing it at Weather Wizard instead. Her aim is no less precise with throwing weapons, she's hoping the sudden something other than shooting another arrow at him will catch the Rogue off-guard.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Who doesn't like gimmick villains? They're like, bread and butter to most of the East Coast!

    Balm's eyes narrow at the glass shards fly in the shapes of minihulks, but at least they are no longer plinking against her shields.

    On the not plus side, she does get hit by a Neon. As in a Dodge Neon, not a neon light. There's a grunt, a crunch and the vigilante slides off the hood, stepping unsteadily forward before hissing out "Not the Dodge I was looking for."

Barry Allen has posed:
While the tornado might have been taken care of, things still very much feel as if they are on the verge of spiraling out of control. Between the two Rogues and the Hulk, the risk is pretty darned high. Particularly to insurance premiums in the neighborhood it would seem.

As that huge, green monster starts to advance towards him once more, Abra Kadabra finally lets a little of that fear show through the mask of insanity he wears, scrambling backwards - and falling on his backside when the Hulk strikes the ground sending a literal ripple of earth spiraling outwards, knocking over the few remaining garbage cans, newspaper dispensers and mailboxes that dot the street. So now the crazy magician does his scrambling on his backside, crab-walking back as fast as he want, occasionally lifting his wand to wave it wildly. "Flash? Flash! Flash!!! Help!" he calls out.

Apparently the Scarlet Speedster looks to be a positively great alternative to being squashed flat. Who knew.

That wand-waving isn't entirely without purpose though and from beneath the ground water mains burst upward, coils of metal piping reaching out to wrap around the Hulk's arms and legs, grabbing at him as they spray out a torrent of water - mostly on the ground but one directly in the green monster's face.

Only a handful of the mini-hulks still remain in one piece, but if watching their brethren get smashed - or eaten - has deterred them they show no signs of it. They still holler 'Hulk Smash!' in those tiny little voices. One dangles from a lock of the green monster's hair, swinging back and forth crazy-like. Another wrestles with his thumb, biting down on it. While a half dozen others continue to crawl over that huge, muscular form, beating tiny hands against that impervious green skin.

The sour-faced Weather Wizard watches as his tornado is dissipated by his old nemesis and that moment of distraction is all that Emiko needs to insure that her gambit is successful, that thrown knife finding it's mark and sinking into one of the criminal's hands. He gives a shriek of pain, looking down at the blade jutting out of his palm in shock. And then anger. "You? You? Bit?" he starts to scream before a veritable windstorm slams into the archer. Despite the hot day it has the biting chill of the middle of witner and a moment later that wind sweeps across the whole of the street, gold-ball sized hail beginning to pelt Emiko, Belinda and Phoebe.

Of course there are some advantages to not bothering with a costume, or having showy powers. He doesn't even notice Monet at all.

With the tornado handled, Barry pauses only for a moment before racing forward, dodging those increasingly dangerous hailstones and scooping up Abra Kadabra just before the Hulk can smash him, moving him a few dozen feet down the road, waggling a finger in his face as they come to a halt. "Stop causing trouble or next time I leave you to get smashed. It would serve you right," he says sternly, even if it's a mostly empty threat.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
And now Monet goes to try and take advantage of the chaos then. She's got her long metal wire, she has her power line.. Weather Wizard has worked himself up and over into a tizzy and the others have him quite well distracted. She goes toe valuate the wind, everything else lbowing around,t eh position of the other heroes.. And all that water will make things fun. M goes to hurl the metal wire through the air to hopefully have the tip on it land on the edge of Weahter Wizard's costume. A bit of sewer gunk on the end of it to make the barb 'stick' if it does manage to get a firm press to him. Then she's going to attach the live wire to it..

Lightning wires exist to dissipate and channel the energy away from strikes along a building to dissipate them safely. So hopefully the result of the energy surging through is tog ive him a very, very big shock.

Bruce Banner has posed:
The hulk in moving now, on all fours he sprints right towards the wizard. Metal whips out of the ground around him, as it melts and breaks as the Hulk runs through it. The Stone wall comes up and doesn't even slow him down as the large hulk breaks through it headfirst. Standing over the little man with metal wrapped around his arms, and legs hulk stares at the man breathing deeply. He lifts his arms again, and before he can bring him down the man is gone. Surprising no-one this just angers the Hulk more as he looks around then see's a few dozen feet away he stands with someone else.

The hulk roars, and jumps and though he isn't surper-speed he moves really fast as he uses his leg muscles to push him forward to land behind the man dressed in red. He doesn't attack but breaths deep heavy breaths looking down at the two. "Little man is not stronger then hulk." and points a bigger finger at the man using Flash to get away from getting smashed. "Hulk smash! Puny human that thinks he is stronger then hulk!" and looks at Flash.

Hulk has completly forgotten about the other one, and is focused on the person Flash moved away as that is the one that thought they could dare make mini-hulks. Hulk was still very angry at him for trying to take his strongest title.

Emiko Queen has posed:
"Why yes, yes I am," Red Arrow replies with a hint of cocky snark in her voice.

But the cockiness is quickly cast aside when the blast of freezing winds suddenly rip through the streets. It is enough of an abrupt surge to throw her backwards, not being a very large person, across the pavement. That's going to be a few bruises even with the protective measures of her costume, still getting roughed up against the harder material.

Even her expertise has to struggle a moment with the wind to get an arrow out and pulled back in her bow. Then fire. To deal with the wind and hail some microsized thrusters briefly fire, glowing like tiny firecrackers in the arrow's trail. Even as it zings past Weather Wizard, narrowing missing him.

And hooks onto a light post on the opposite side of the street. The 'miss' was entirely intentional.

As moments later Red Arrow is hurtling herself towards Weather Wizard as winch retracts the wire attached to the grappling arrow, aiming to put a knee right in his midsection if he doesn't react fast enough!

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Belinda - Silverdane snarls as she raises an arm, eyes narrowing as the tumoult of ice slaps at her, slamming around with a diabolical mania. "..am sure hail does not fall like this," she rumbles sourly, grimacing. She stalks towards the Weather Wizard, eyes narrowed as she tries to shield her muzzle from the worst of the wintry weather. A glance picks up the tossed barb, the cable and line. She grimaces again at the thought of what comes; for the Wizard's benefit, she grins instead-- sharply, toothily, wickedly. "Seen no bite yet," she says, raising herself to full height, arms spanning wide before she moves forward. Focused, bracing. Keep *his* focus. His attention. Away from the wire at his side--

--and ducking, suddenly, dropping to the ground as Red Arrow zips in from behind her! Shielding with her own body from the last second against the hail, sharps ears keen to the rushing archer, diving down out of the way.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "You must be Silverdane." Balm's voice might reach Belinda as she skids along the hail-laden streets, and leans back as Red Arrow zips by. She raises her hand up, offering a handy dandy magic umbrella of pale rose-gold shield with its lazily rotating eight-pointed star, and the young magician gives a slight smile.

    "Horrible summer weather we're having isn't it?" she asks, her head giving a slight tilt before she takes off, a pair of pale rose-gold colored wings drawing up from her back as her boots leave the ground, and as Emiko goes flying towards the Weather Wizard, Balm comes careening afterwards for a one-two attack -- one good knee deserves an elbow, after all!

Barry Allen has posed:
This is really not how Barry expected the day to go when he woke up this morning. The day started off so well. And now he is pretty much all that stands between the Hulk and one of his demented foes from getting the smashing he so richly deserves. Such is life.

While now would be an awfully go time to run away, the Flash can't really do that. Not without trying to diffuse the situation somewhat at least. So while one hand remains gripping ABra Kadabra - both to keep him from trying to run and to be able to jerk him out of the way if necessary - he lifts the other out palm up towards the Hulk. "Hey big guy, I totally get it. He's clearly not as strong as you. You crushed all those little you's. No one thinks they're stronger then you," he says hastily. Which is probably not true, but Barry is all about the diplomacy right now. The big green guy wants to be the strongest there is? Barry's perfectly fine with that. "He's going to get what's coming to him for presuming he could match you. He's going right back to jail. No need to smash him. Locking him up is even worse."

It's worth a try.

For the moment Abra Kadabra is on his best behavior. The same cannot be said about the Weather Wizard though. Anger still burns in his eyes and he twists his hand, those falling hailstones continuing to grow as he takes a step towards Emiko.

Which is when Silverdane rears up. His advance stops and some of the rage fades from his gaze as she does indeed prove quite the distraction. "What the hell?" Mark Mardon mutters in a mix of surprise and wariness.

So he hardly notices as Emiko fires off that shot that goes wide, as she suddenly lunges forward to knee him rather painfully in the gut. Nor is he in any position to try to move aside from Balm and her elbow either, crumpling to the ground groaning.

Which is when Monet's wire comes hurtling in, finding him a prone and unmoving target, that wire latching hold before electricity is channelled through him, making him jerk and spasm in place.

The one thing that Barry can take some satisfaction in right now? The day is probably not going like his Rogue's figured it would either.

Emiko Queen has posed:
After the tagteam impact Emiko keeps going a bit, until she can plant her feet on the ground and delatch the line from the grapple arrow. She spins around as the winch finishes withdrawing the line.. just in time to see Weather Wizard's situation get even more revolting. Hopefully not getting up after that.

"Nice timing, Balm," she remarks to the other girl with a nod. Then bobs her head in the direction of Silverdane. "Who's your fuzzy 'friend'?"

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane's grin turns from savage to cheerful as she nods to the others, a brief bark of acknowledgement as she grins, beaming over the successful attack. One-two-three strike-- knee and elbow and electricity!

The wolfgirl feels positively cheerful as she lunges forward after the swift burst of electricity, aftereffects crawling along her legs from the ground (tingly!). She kneels down beside the stunned Wizard, hummiong absently as she reaches beneath the sash at her waist. Sharp eyes make out the belt hidden beneath the cloth; she brusher her fingers absently along each pouch, counting to herself before opening the last.

"Grrf. Can we help against Big Greengo?" she remarks, removing a series of plastic bands from the container. Zipties, long and thick and simple-- and applied with eager, practiced relish! Silver works at wrist and ankle, literally hogtying the shocked Wizard before rolling him to his side for good measure.

"Was in town?" she adds for Emiko's benefit, tail fanning briskly.

And then smile fading as she glances to the Unjolly Green Giant. "...Dios."

Bruce Banner has posed:
Hulk stares at the two for a moment. "Too many words!" he declears at Flash before he herumphs.. and looks at the scared man then back at Flash. The steam had stopped as hulk is a bit calmer now as he has to stop and consider things even if he isn't good at that. He points at the man.. "Hulk strongest there is!" and beats once on his chest. He looks back, and other then continue he jumps away to let things work themselves out. Hulk was hungry, and it took a lot of food to feed the Hulk so he was off to find someplace with a surpluss.

It takes only a couple jumps to get through town, as he leaves off to what wilds there were left of America.

Thinking to himself maybe he would hunt a bear, or raid a waffle house. We would see whenever he got the scenet. As fast as he came he leaves again leaviing nothing but destruction, and large footprints behind him, and maybe a slightly tramatised villian.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Silverdane, Red Arrow, trickshot, archer, friend. Red Arrow, Silverdane. Occasional Werewolf of Gotham City." Balm introduces Silverdane and Red Arrow as she rebounds off a wall, and hangs out in the middle of the air, wings spread to help try and mitigate any remaining weather.

    She looks up to the escape of the Hulk, and she makes a momentary face.

    "It appears the Hulk's decided to make an exit -- good idea, Hulk. Smart and Strong." she comments breezily, and gives a flick of one wing before she looks around, running a hand over the top of her hood as she dangles mid-air.

    "Search for anyone beneath the rubble. Give me a hollar if they need triage."

Barry Allen has posed:
And just like that, it's over. As Hulk makes his anti-word declaration and leaps off to parts unknown, Barry lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. He's fast. Probably fast enough to dodge a blow from that green monster - and maybe even all the aftershocks that would surely result. But he's just as glad that he didn't have to.

Behind him, Abra Kadabra starts to giggle to himself, the hand holding that wand starting to twitch. "Don't you even think about starting," The Flash says to him sternly, quickly pulling out his own twist ties to restrain the future wizard's hands behind his back. "The police will be here in just a few. Back to prison for you," he says, firming his grasp on the man before speeding over to where Weather Wizard lays in a heap - surrounded by the unlikely trio.

"Nice work," he says with a smile for Belinda, Emiko and Phoebe. "A good thing you happened to be out and about. I imagine things would have gone a lot worse otherwise," he notes before nudging Silverdane. "And look at you. That's two sets of Rogue's you've helped me with now. Turning into quite the hero," he says cheerfully before setting Abra Kadabra down close to his unconscious partner.

"Weird though, that they hit the Avenue of Tomorrow too. Quite the coincidence," Barry comments quietly with a slow shake of his head. Still, not a bad's days work.

Four Rogues down. A small army to go.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane blushes fiercely at the Flash's praise, beaming with delight-- blinking quickly as she nods to Balm's suggestion. "Will start at car," she agrees, "Scent out if any hurt. Not much blood," she adds, glancing down to the sharp blade still protruding from the Weather Wizard's palm. She considers for a moment, then leaves it in place-- a momentary punishment for the villain, and not nearly life threatening enough to rouse concern. "Will howl if find!" she adds, taking off for the nearest wreck of tornado-tossed vehicle and building facade.

Search! Seek!

Ignore *Very firmly* the reality that her civvie clothes are a singular ruin. Again. Sigh.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "All in a day's work. Nice to work with you! I'm usually working with Impulse!" Balm gives a grin, cutting the power to her flight tattoo and dropping to the ground, stretching her fingers out a little bit as she hops on her feet.

    "Silverdane I hear has done a lot of good work --" she comments, taking a quick look around for any obvious people in need of the heals "... but it looks like this area's pretty wrecked for the moment. I'm way too used to jetting before the police show up."

    Hash-Tag: Gotham Heroes, amirite?

Emiko Queen has posed:
Emiko Queen gives a nod to Flash. "After hearing about the first time had a hunch there might be additional trouble. Odd they would go after the same region twice, but..." She turns her head just enough to glance towards the front of the HALO building and it's smashed glass. "... Makes one wonder if there's something more than just petty robberies they're after."

Barry Allen has posed:
While there is plenty of destruction on the Avenue of Tomorrow, it appears that actually injuries are fortunately few indeed. Between the citizens of Metropolis' own finely honed instincts to seek shelter in the face of trouble and Monet's mental commands to do so, it's only now that most people are starting to filter back out into the street. So while Silvermane will find a number of overturned cars and blown-over street kiosks, there is only one person who looks like they need help, and their injury appears to be limited to a mild concusion.

Either way, in the distance the sound of approaching sirens -- from both ambulances and the police -- get ever closer.

"It is strange. And not exactly their M.O. to go after tech. I mean, I'm sure they can sell it, but there are usually easier targets when they're looking to line their pockets," The Flash agrees with Emiko's assessment, a thoughtful nod accompanying his words. Definitely something to keep an eye on.

"Again, thank you all. I always appreciate a helping hand and I think you'll find the MPD is pretty grateful too," he says, glancing up the street. "Speaking of which, I should try to clean up a little before they arrive." And with that, Barry becomes little more than a reddish streak of motion once more, zipping about the street. In his wake garbage cans and mailboxes are righted, stalls are set back up again complete with their inventory displayed and the thousands of shards of glass vanish in a blink of an eye.

A prety handy guy to have around it would seem. And a pretty good day's work for all involved.