15174/Well This Is Awkward

Well This Is Awkward
Date of Scene:	18 June 2023
Location:	Camilleri Condo
Synopsis:	The Brand Corporation comes after Henry and Priscilla is caught in the crossfire, but she has some of her own things to use!
Cast of Characters:	Priscilla Camilleri, Henry McCoy

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Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
It was approaching nine months of blissfully quiet dating. It was too quiet in some places. Like there was a moment that a shoe would drop and break something.

Maybe everything.

It was a Sunday and Priscilla had a conference that was downtown. Though she was due home any moment and was bringing food from their favorite Thai place. Cooking after a long weekend tended to suck.

Henry is greeted by the sound of something outside one of the windows as he's moving around the apartment. His senses might pick up on things. The sound of a pin being pulled on a smoke grenade before a body comes crashing through the windows of the living room. Followed by two more. The military dress of the intruders is black and with no distinguishing patches or anything.

There's just the smell of adrenaline, smoke and a bit of fear in the air.

Henry McCoy has posed:
It had been blissful, indeed. The Beast had been ever so happy, his loneliness having nearly been run off - leaving him a contented man. He was still always on edge, wanting to make certain he was being a proper and good boyfriend to Priscilla. It was important that he carried his weight in the relationship.

He was happily making sure plates and utensils were made ready for the impending dinner when he heard the noise. Yellow eyes snapped over to where the sound came from outside... they were too high up to be just anything.

As the glass crashes and the grenade is tossed in, he instinctively takes cover and places hands over his ears. Loud noises are terrible when one hears so well. The smoke billows forth, clouding his scent and his vision - eyes watering. "Damn." He growls, prowling towards the end of the counter, hoping to be able to make heads or tails of who might be invading.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Through the smoke, Henry can see and smell three people. All male. Maybe they thought that sending a woman was a dumb idea. Or that they didn't have any onhand.

Sorry!

"Doctor McCoy, if you will come out with your hands raised and don't resist we can make this as easy as possible. Someone just wants to have a...talk...with you." the biggest guy states.

Henry can hear over their comms that someone has spotted Doctor Camilleri approaching the entrance downstairs, "Detain her. She's not on the contract." the big guy adds.

Henry McCoy has posed:
People coming after him, is par for the course. At least these were offering over a pretense of being civil. "Is that so? You break into where I am living, throw grenades, and then offer a peaceful solution?" He asks, using his dark coloration to try to blend in and remain mostly unseen.

"Who are you with?"

As he hears the command to collect Priscilla, there's a roar from the Beast. The animal instincts kick in - the man launching himself at the nearest opponent, trying to bowl him over with mass, claws and brute force.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
"Theatrics are needed in our line of work, Doctor." The big man states as he is focusing his gun on the smoke that's billowing through the apartment. Being this high up is something that is dangerous given the busted windows. "And if we just wanted violence I'd already be shooting." he points out.

"I have a contract from the Brand Corporation. I'm sure you know why they'd want to have a talk." he states plainly.

But then there is the roar and one of his men is bowled over, "Someone should shut the fuck on comms so we don't set others off." he shouts. "We're going to need back up!" the other screams as he moves to see if he can get a shot on Henry. There is the sound of the gun going off, but Henry isn't hit. They miss completely.

There's the sound of the door swinging open and the sound of containers clattering. Priscilla just stares over the chaos for a moment and then she's moving, "Get out of my home!" she shrieks as she brings her hands up, a phrase whispered out in Latin before a blast of magic comes from her hands and hits one of the men coming in as back up. "Henry?!" she calls. Not seeing him in the mess.

She then moves quickly to hit the wall panel that she's done good not to open since she moved in. Displaying a rather expensive arsenal of swords and she grabs one quickly.

Henry McCoy has posed:
With a tremendous amount of force, the first black-clad man is knocked clean out. Likely with a concussion. At least the claws were not used! Still resting on the downed man, Henry is all but feral - a loved one is in danger, danger he clearly brought to her home

As gunshots begin, he starts moving as deftly as he can - trying to keep the men from targeting the now open door - and Priscilla?! He blinks, watching as magic pours from her hands and flattens one of the men.

Then an arsenal?! How did he miss that? Regardless, there's no time for reflection at the moment - he's in motion. He's sprinting around the penthouse, trying to draw the attention of the last standing mercenary.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
There are two more black fatigue wearing men that barrel into the penthouse and there is more gunfire. "We're definitely not getting the deposit back on this place!" Priscilla states with a bit of anger. This place costed a fortune! She's trying to take out the next two that come in, letting Henry deal with the biggest guy. She hears the gunshots, but she used her magic to blast one of the intruders and didn't set up wards.

That would come back to bite her. A shot hits her and there is the smell of blood that starts to fill the room. Henry has probably smelled her blood before. She decides that deadly force might have to be used and sets herself on a course to draw blood back. "You leave my boyfriend alone!" she growls as she slashes one deftly. She wasn't a promising Olympian when she was younger for nothing!

The big guy goes after Henry, managing to catch him with a meaty fist to the face and a growl of his own.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A slight smirk as the comment regarding the deposit filtered to Henry's thoughts. If she only knew how many times property damage was a part of Henry's life! She's got a sword, she's clearly familiar with the use of it. As the two come in, it's a bit of a concern to the Beast.

That concern intensifies as she's injured, and then as he suffers a solid punch.

Eyes narrow and the big man is focused on.

Shaking off the blow, the big man is lunged upon - all five hundred pounds of the Beast's frame coming crashing down on him in a classic football tackle. Broken ribs and potential internal bleeding are exceptionally likely. A hard headbutt follows, hopefully knocking the man out as he turns to confront the others.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla is injured, but that is a far off concern for her at the moment. Adrenaline is keeping her standing. She keeps a hand pressed to the bullet wound that is causing her stress at the moment. The man that she's squaring off with charges her and she side steps them cleanly, bringing the sword up to defend.

She hears the crash upstairs with Henry and the biggest man. She was hoping that Henry was alright.

The smoke from the smoke grenade is starting to clear with the breeze that's made from the window. The man that was facing off against Priscilla realizes that he's the next target and he darts for the door.

There's already the sound of sirens given the building.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Rolling off of the felled man, the Beast starts towards the last remaining target. There's no running now, no sir. They started this mess, they get to suffer the consequences for their life choices. He's bounding, galloping on all fours after the man.

The merc makes it to the door, and partway through.

He's pushed the rest of the way through, and slammed into the opposite wall by Henry. Holding his prey there, the looks back over at Priscilla. "You're injured. How bad?" He asks, even as he bangs the man's head against the wall to knock him out.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla settles the sword onto the counter when she's done with it and there is a moment taken to bring her hand back from her wound. She doesn't hear Henry at first, but she realizes that he's talking as she looks up, "It's going to bleed a lot. Already feeling woozy." she tells him.

"Are you alright? Who are these people?" she asks him.

"I'm guessing from the sounds that the police will be here shortly." she states as she misteps a little, wobbling on her feet.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The man is out, and dragged back into the penthouse. No need to clutter up the hall. Dumped unceremoniously with the others, he's all but forgotten. "They will need to send paramedics, as well." The man explains, moving quickly to support her. "Where are your supplies? We need to get pressure on this and staunch the blood flow." He says, going into clinical mode.

The wound is inspected, claws clearing any fabric from it to get a better look without completely disrobing her. He's careful, not poking or prodding at the injury. His hands aren't fit for delicate work anymore.

"Pretty fancy tricks back there." He says with a slight grin. "These were hired goons from Brand corporation. Apparently, they are looking to recover what I took, or exact revenge. I am not sure which."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla lets him do triage, because he's the one not bleeding. Or well, hopefully he isn't! "They're up in the office in the closet." she tells him. "I'm not going to die. It's just a shot where there is a lot of soft tissues and it's going to be a lot of blood and tearing." she reassures him.

They're both doctors. This probably helped some.

There's a bit of a look to him when he comments on her fancy tricks, "I was hoping not to have to use those." she admits. "But...we'll talk about it." she looks worried. "Brand...well, they're going to have me to deal with now." she grumps. "Are...any of them dead?" she asks him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The man nods, motioning her hand to the wound. "Hold pressure on it for a moment, please." He says, before bounding up the stairs with a quickness. He's back just as quickly, with the medical supplies.

Once there, he starts working at cleaning the wound. "It's going to sting." He warns. "And the doctors will want to do a better job." The man comments as he gets to work. "As for the thugs, I don't think I killed any. I am not overly concerned about their health, truth be told. They hurt you, and endangered you." He's not upset about them being after him, just that she was hurt.

A nod about her tricks. "Later, once you're all situated by the doctors. And yes, they will have to deal with us." He says.