15183/The Perfect Plan...Almost

The Perfect Plan...Almost
Date of Scene:	20 June 2023
Location:	Garment District
Synopsis:	Future-Spider meeting the Golden Gunslinger.
Cast of Characters:	Inez Temple, Miguel O'Hara

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Inez Temple has posed:
The job had gone easily enough. Inez had been able to find her quarry, a pretty low ranking drug runner but still one with enough connections to be of interest to all manner of law enforcement agencies. In this particular case, it was an off the books agency that had hired her to find him, drop him, and bring him in for questioning. Which meant no guns, unfortunately. Inez hated having to leave those behind, but at least this would not get particularly messy.

    Finding him had been easy, chasing him down an alleyway not so hard either. Subduing him without letting him scream for help? That had been a bit of a challenge, but she had managed to get in a few good shots after his initial call for help (ironic, of course, given how little mercy he had showed to his victims) and he was currently crumpled up next to a dumpster as she advanced.

    "You've done some pretty bad things, hermano. Time to pay the piper."

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
The Parker Luck shouldn't affect him. He's not even a Parker, for shock's sake.

But when he swings over an alley and sees someone beating up some guy, so he pulls up short to land on the roof overlooking the alley...
And he pauses.
*Is that...a COWBOY?*
Wait, no...it was a cowGIRL. Wearing a mini-shirt and a halter-top.

And two guns on a holy-chip-that's-a-gunslinger's-belt.

Wait...SHE was beating the GUY up? What the shock was going on?

A certain piper was about to collect when someone dropped in. Literally twenty feet away in the direction of the entrance.

It's...Spider-Man? He's bulked up a little if it's Spider-Man, but the death's-head spider symbol is pretty off-brand.

"What are you doing to that guy?" Scary Spider-Man asked.

Inez Temple has posed:
There is something to be said about Crazy Inez' luck. She /had/ ended up marrying Deadpool, of all people, at one point. But true, nothing could rival the Parker luck.

Inez pauses to look back in the direction of the Scary Spider-man. "What's it look like, giving him a rim job for twenty bucks?"

Unfortunately, that was just the moment that her quarry needed, because he reaches for his belt and sets off a flash bang. It might have been a bit more effective if he had waited for her to turn back to him, but it causes her to jump slightly which gives him just enough room to dart around the edge of the dumpster and try to take off down the alley.

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Miguel winced, his Spider-Sense telepathy giving him enough time to close his eyes before the flashbang went off. Still, it did excessively brighten the world...

Shock me, the guy's getting away!
He had to make a judgment call quickly. He was going to have to work with the idea that innocent people don't carry around flash grenades.

He opened one eye, then fired a webline to hit the runner in the back.
It was going well until he wriggled out of the t-shirt and tried running again.
So, Miguel ahd to fire ANOTHER webline, which got him in the skin of his exposed back.
The Spider yanked, and the guy fell backward to lan on his back. Miguel started reeling him in, while askin the cowgirl, "Who are YOU, and who is THIS chip-head?"

Inez Temple has posed:
Although Inez had not yet turned around, given her enhanced vision the flash bang is remarkably effective even in reflecting, and before she can recover enough to give chase, the Spider has captured her quarry for her. Not that she hadn't before, but that is a mere technicality.

"This 'chip-head' has been supplying cop killer bullets and automatic rifles to every rival gang on the East side he can get his hands on," she says, giving the weapons dealer a good kick in the ribs. "And I was hired to bring him in so some folks could get a hold of /his/ supplier, and keep climbing up the chain."


She turns to regard the Spider for a moment, reaching up to tip her hat up to get a better look at him. "Haven't seen you around here. I'm Outlaw." She pauses, and adds, "That's just a codename. I'm legit."

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
He'd read about the Teflon-coated bullets known as "Cop-Killer" bullets. And automatic rifles? He had to remember that they were very dangerous in this era.
"Uhm...hi, Outlaw...ma'am." He looks back to the guy who was trying to pull himself free of the webline, then webs him to the dumpster wall. "You can call me Cyber-Spider. Or 'Cy-Spi,' as one smart lady thought up." He shrugged. "The cool name was taken." He looked down at the guy. "Uhm...sorry I nearly flatlined the whole thing, here..."

Inez Temple has posed:
Watching him with cool eyes, Inez nods slowly. "You new about these parts, huh? Still figuring out the bad guys from the good gals?" She indicates the dealer, who gets another kick to the ribs, and the points at her own chest. "I mean, I can't say as I blame you, he was certainly playing the victim card well."

She glances towards him as he gets webbed up to the wall, and frowns a bit. "Now how am I s'posed to bring him in if he's stuck to the wall like that?"

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Cy-Spi looked at Outlaw for a moment, then blinks as comprehension hits like a Clue Brick. "Oh! Uhm, he's going to onyo be stick there for about an hours. I can adjust the time the webs can hold. I can make it as short as 30 minutes, or as long as 24 hours. I thought an hour would be enough time to determine who he was and plan accordingly."

Inez Temple has posed:
Outlaw nods slowly, thinking about that duration. The gunrunner begins to protest and she takes a swing, punching him in the jaw and knocking his head back against the wall. Lights out for the crook, and hopefully only a mild concussion.

She then turns to look back at Cy-Spi. "Well, then, sounds like I've got a little less than an hour to kill." She sighs quietly. "You all split up what parts of the city you patrol or somethin'?"

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Cy-Spi winces as Outlaw plays a little chin music with Chip-Head's jaw, then relaxes. "Well...I haven't really met any of the others. I'm...kinda new in town.
Real new. Decades-before-birth new.

"I...tend to go where it takes me. I get feelings sometimes. I tend to just follow them."

Inez Temple has posed:
Arching an eyebrow at the before birth comment, Outlaw sighs. "You a friend of Cable?" She shrugs. "I dunno why you all keep coming back from the future, this era sucks, and I have to think it's better in the future, right?" She leans a bit to the side, peering over his Spider outfit. "Although taste sure as heck didn't improve."

She straightens, regarding him for a moment. "Feelings, huh? What kinda feelings you getting now, arana?"

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
He pauses. "Well, it wasn't by CHOICE. Some weird guy wanting to get girls by becoming a 'Time Lord'...shock, it's a long and depressing story..."
He paused again. "Well, you don't seem to think ill of me. More like a...well, like a book you only saw a few pages of, but don't want to put it down just yet. Am I close? I get a lot of imagery I have to interpret."

Inez Temple has posed:
"You're telling me The Doctor whisked you here?" Inez tilts her head, studying him a bit more intently. "Gotta say, I woulda happily tagged along as one of his companions. One of the hotter ones, at least, not that old one." She shivers a bit. "Not sure that that is the best way to get girls, though, despite what I just said."

She narrows her eyes again as she looks at him. "Since when can you spider-people read minds?" She leans in towards him. "What am I thinkin' now?"

There is a hint of mischief in her eyes, as she is definitely thinking of trying to find the best way to embarass the Spider, which quickly segues into very loudly wondering in her mind what he is wearing under the Spider costume.

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
"Not THE Doctor...someone who wanted to BE him, I guess. Only he was setting off time distortions around town trying to find whatever he was looking for and..."

He stopped suddenly. "I...uhm, are you thinking about what I'm wearing under this?!"

Inez Temple has posed:
"And somehow you got sucked into it?" Inez rolls her eyes. "Usually the time travelers have some sort of mission to come back here, but whatever. Sorry that you ended up in our shitty century, then."

As the Spider asks the question, Outlaw gasps and punches him in the shoulder, hard. "What the fuck, get out of my head, you creep." Her mind, of course, betrays that she is not in any way angry, just amusing herself by trying to screw with Miguel's head.

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
"But...but I was just..."
Then he head tilts to one side, and he takes a deep breath as the new information shows up.

"BTW...unstable-molucule costume, and a set of the Slim-Fit Dancer's Support brand."

It WAS a little overshare, but she WAS shocking with him, and turnabout IS still fair play.

Inez Temple has posed:
Outlaw laughs a bit as she watches him struggle to form a response, but then shakes her head. "Everyone has a fancy suit these days. I'm a bit jealous. What can it do?"

She does not quite reach out to touch the suit, but there is an underlying current of curiousity in her thoughts. "And I suppose if you gotta have support, you gotta have support."

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Cy-Spi chuckles. "Durable but only 20 microns thick. Gotta wear something under it, or else decency laws are broken..." He paused, then added, "It's self-repairing. I'm not bulletproof, but the costume heads almost as fast as I do. Which comes in handy if I get overwhelmed, which can happen."

Inez Temple has posed:
There is a glance down, and then back up to Cy-Spi. "You realize beating up criminals breaks laws too, right, far worse than smuggling raisins?"

She nods, thinking to herself. "Yeah, my skin does that. I guess that's why I don't bother with much of a costume."

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Cy-Spi holds up his hands. "Hey. I don't like to punch people. I'd rather web them up, eliminate them as a danger to themselves or others. And I usually don't throw any punches unless I know how much force to use. The telepathy helps with that."

Inez Temple has posed:
That earns a look of confusion. "How does telepathy help you decide how hard to hit someone?" Outlaw tilts her head. "This I gotta see. Ok, hit me with as much force as you should."

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Cy-Spi actually backs up a step. "I'm not going to hit a lady without provocation!" He sounds scandalized. "Uhm...how about I tell how hard I THINK I should hit you if I wanted to knock you out?"

Inez Temple has posed:
Outlaw laughs at that. "How the hell are you going to 'tell' me how hard you need to hit me?" She shakes her head as she watches him. "I guess this is what happens to men of the future when we tell them all how good they are at everything."

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Cy-Spi shakes his head. "Just...bear with me for a moment."

He raises his fists, squaring off against Inez. After a few moments, he peered at Inez, and said warily, "...I can lift five tons, easy, and the instinct I'm getting is to punch you as hard as I can. How tough are you that being hit by a truck is my best shot?"

Inez Temple has posed:
Inez Temple considers this for a moment. "That's a pretty good lift. Although I'm not sure how that translates into a punch. Gonna have to feel my way through it." She squares up against him as well. "So. Let's see, Future Spider."

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Cy-Spi looks at Inez for a long moment.
*Come on. She ASKED you to. And your Spider-Sense says she can take it. Easily.*
But still, he hesitates, because his childhood is saying NO, NO, ONLY A PUTO HITS A woman...

And then he goes for it. The punch is not shortened, it follows through...

And Inez gets a four-ton punch to the chest.

Miguel just hopes he's not going to send her HEART to HOBOKEN...

Inez Temple has posed:
Her heart does not get sent to Hoboken. The punch /is/ enough to send her back to smack into the wall on the other side of the alleyway, her hat toppling off in the process.

She looks up at the Spider in fury as she charges back at him. "What the FUCK, dude?" she asks as she takes a swing at his face.

"Who the fuck punches a girl in the BOOB?"

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Miguel frowns behind the mask.

"Punch you in the face? LOTS of fragile parts, even if the brain is protected. I may not knock you out but damage to the face...but loosened teeth, broken nose, even a cracked eyesocket...not tenable."
He looked to her midsection. "Belly punch...no protective cover, and the first bone I'd hit would be the spine."
He indicated her chest. "Major organs, but all protected behind the ribcage, and even a normal ribcage...well, normal bone has twice the impact strength of oak wood. And yours would be much stronger."

The voice is polite, a bit of a Hispanic accent, almost clinical..

Inez Temple has posed:
Outlaw gazes at the Spider in anger. "Are you trying to say you felt ok punching me in the boob because I'm stacked?" She scoffs at this and backs away from him, moving over to retrieve her hat. "You really don't know how to handle this era, do ya?"

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Cy-Spi looks utterly mystified. "...Apparently, I don't..." he replies, a little lamely. "I just...chose the strongest target. I wasn't casting any aspersions on...on, SHOCK this. I'm just going to shut up and not take any more challenges like that. Apparently even when I SUCCEED, I FAIL."

He glanced over at the criminal, who moaned thickly in his unconscious state. "Oh, now don't YOU start," Cy-Spi tells the crook. "No comment from the RAMBUS."

Inez Temple has posed:
As the crook starts to wake up, Inez shakes her head. "You've got a lot to learn about our times, pal." She reaches over to grab her bounty and yanks hard against the wall. Either the webbing or the bricks will give first, but one way or another, he is coming off the wall.

She takes a few steps back, and then winks at him. "Pick up a few tricks, and maybe you'll have better luck next time."

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
"Word of the day, I guess, Outlaw." Cyber-Spider didn't sound too put out. He seemed resigned, but his body language wasn't saying he was defeated. If anything, just not liking the steep learning curve. But not whining about it, either.

"Listen, maybe we can trace communication ID markers? I think I'll blunder less by communicating more."

Inez Temple has posed:
At that, Outlaw pauses in her withdrawal, looking at the Spider intently. "Did you...are you asking me for my phone number?"

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
Cy-Spi blinks. "Yes...right. And giving you mine. For professional reasons only, of course."

He unclips a thin disc from behind his back. "Lyla?"
The air shimmered, and a small golden-blonde girl in a shimmering gown appeared. "All ready. I'll be sure to give her our marker number, as well."
The holo-woman turns and looks at Inez. "Oh, hello!" She gives Inez an appraisal. "I wonder how I'd look in a cowgirl outfit..."
"Lyla...OBJECTIVES?"
"Right. Sorry." She turns back to Inez. "Either your name or codename will do, 'Tex.'"

Inez Temple has posed:
There is a bit of confusion on Inez' face at the holographic woman. Ultimately, she decides to laugh. "Everyone looks good in a cowgirl outfit," she says, winking at the assistant, before looking over towards the Spider.

"I'm Outlaw, and if you need me for some reason..." She does, in fact, offer him her number. "But next time, come better prepared." She winks at him.

Miguel O'Hara has posed:
The woman smiled, and held up a hand, and a large phone number appeared. "I'll make sure he's better prepared."
Cy-Spi sighed. "I never believed I'd be crimefighting with my MOTHER."
Lyla stuck out her tongue at Cy-Spi.