15539/Bot You See Is Bot You Get

Bot You See Is Bot You Get
Date of Scene:	02 August 2023
Location:	City Center - Metropolis
Synopsis:	A charity gala at the top of one of Metropolis's high rise hotels is crashed by a villain leading an army of robots. But thanks to Golden Eagle, Invincible, and Jinx, the bots are put down and the gala is... sort of saved. Kind of. Well, it's a bunch of rich folks, they'll get over it.
Cast of Characters:	Tim Drake, Jinx, Mark Grayson, Yaretzi Acama

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Tim Drake has posed:
    It's not particularly important which charity this gala is supporting, because so often these types of events aren't really about philanthropy. They're about being seen out on the town, in the society pages and the gossip-blogs, an excuse for the rich and famous (as well as the rich and infamous) to flaunt.

    Ostensibly Tim is just here to make an appearance, drop off the donation from the Martha Wayne Foundation, and split. How lucky he is that the gala that he'd intended to attend two nights ago (long story) was met with unforseen circumstances and had to reschedule. Almost unheard of, really, but the show must go on and all that.

    So here he is. Sipping champagne elbow-to-elbow with politicians he doesn't particular agree with and pop stars he doesn't really care for. That's the life of a Wayne, after all!

    He's literally about to knock back the rest of his drink and make a run for the back exit when all the floor-to-ceiling windows shatter across the back half of the hotel's rooftop ballroom, scattering glass shards everywhere. People duck behind their tables and Tim's certainly one of them, but he's the only one who mutters, "Come on, you've gotta be kidding me," as he does so.

    A swarm of approximately compact sedan-sized metallic spheres come rolling in through the broken windows. They go still as several holes open up in their chassis to permit long, telescoping legs with pincer grippers at the end to emerge from.

    From somewhere behind them, out in the dark of the night sky, a voice calls, "Okay folks let's make this quick, I want your purses, your wallets, your fancy diamond jewelry and gem-encrusted watches, if it's worth a pretty penny you're giving it up tonight! Think of it as a charitable act," and if the words 'charitable act' aren't said with the smarmiest tone possible, well... then someone is lying.

    Tim covers his face with his hands and groans.

Jinx has posed:
Jinx cleans up nicely - as a waitress. Black pants, white shirt, a bowtie. The silver platter holds upon it several flutes of champagne. Her other arm is tucked behind her holding a small scanning device. She's been winding her way through the gala slowly taking measurements.

Any big hautie tautie thing has been getting her attention of late because it's prime recruiting grounds for H.I.V.E. - it always has been and they aren't going to stop digging their claws in now just because she's been nipping at their heels. What's disappointed her is she's had absolutely zero hits. That tells her either this gala is a bust - or they've upgraded their implants.

It was just then that she felt a buzz in her hand - a hit. She turns around to see who it is but then the windows come crashing down. "You've got to be..." she pauses as she's saying that and glances at Tim Drake who mirrored the words - though he finished them. Just when she found a new lead too.. it could have been anyone!

Ducking down, she runs a hand through her pink hair and then contemplates the situation she's found herself in. To call the Titans or not to call the Titans. Donna always says if she's in trouble to send her a message. But this is just your classic purse snatching high tech villain. Does she even care? these rich people don't exactly deserve all that money they hoard.

"What an amateur," she mutters within ear shot of Tim as she hears the demands of the would be villainous robber. Casually glancing at him she adds, "If this were me, this'd just be a distraction while I ripped off their crypto purses or something like that." She pauses, then adds, "Hypothetically speaking."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Man, this burger is bigger than my belly!"

That's Mark's exclamation as he sits at the counter of the appropriately named 'Big Belly Burger' as he starts in on the also well-named 'Belly Flop'. And just as he was about to take a bite, the scream of police sirens racing by the restaurant gets his attention. A couple of cars, maybe it's /not/ important?

It's when the SWAT truck races by that Mark realizes that he may actually be needed. "Can I get this to go?" he asks, leaving a five spot on the counter as he gets a styrofoam container, stuffs the bruger into it as he packs it in a brown paper bag.

Jogging out of the burger bar, he ducks around the corner and down an alley, but doesn't come out the other side. Instead, a blue and yellow figure rockets into the air, bag clutched tightly in his hands. One airborne, he finds the police vehciles and starts towards the building that they are heading for.

And from behind the dark voice in the dark sky, there's another voice.

"I was /really/ hungry."

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
It turns out that a big gala event like this one, especially one for the Martha Wayne Foundation, draws the attention of even small community colleges up in New York City. So it is that one such community college has chosen one of its freshman class, a young woman whose high school grades were top-notch and who they hope showcases their school's willingness to take in students from all walks of life, to accept funding for scholarships on its behalf -- a young woman named Yaretzi Acama.

Yaretzi's wearing a black gown, one that her mother went out of her way to find and tailor specifically for Yaretzi's measurements. Of course, by high society standards, it's very simple and plain... but that simplicity, on a pretty young woman like her, makes it all the more eyecatching.

She's just starting to nibble at the ever-so-tiny servings of food that are being served at the gala when windows shatter and metal balls turn into some kind of robot. She cries out, just like most other civilians, and dives under the table she's at, ostensibly for cover, as the other folks from her college start to scatter... before they're hemmed in by the tentacular bots.

Under the table, Yaretzi remains hidden... hoping the floor-length tablecloth is thick enough to hide the lightshow that happen she says, "Cuatli!" at the same time as the crowd's making a lot of verbal noise, and transforms herself into Golden Eagle.

Tim Drake has posed:
    Floating out in the dark above the high-rise hotel is a grimy-looking man with a bushy beard and whisps of hair. He's riding one of the spheres, which has a series of jets protruding from the bottom of it to keep it aloft.

    The whole effect is rather... Dr. Eggman-ish. Robotnik-lite, if you like. Unfortunately so.

    It would be unkind to say that the man squeaks when Mark appears behind him, voice interrupting his mad-cackling. But it'd also be the truth, so. Slowly he turns, or rather the sphere he's riding in turns, and then with little fanfare a pair of machineguns pop up from within it to start spraying Invincible with bullets!

    On the interior of the hotel, things are not quite so chaotic, not yet. Some of the gala attendees are putting up a token fight, notably including one elderly woman fighting over her purse with one of the bots. She's near to where Yaretzi has hidden herself, so that is plenty of distraction to keep anyone from peeking underneath the tablecloth to see what she's up to.

    But around the room, people are emptying their pockets, removing their jewelry and watches, to which the bots grasp them with those grippers and pull the ill-gotten goodies back up into their spherical bodies. Sort of like they're eating it. Nom nom.

    The table that Tim and Jinx are ducked behind hasn't been approached yet though, so they have time for a little chat. And of course Tim recognizes Jinx, but it's not like he can say anything, right?

    No, he can only hurriedly send out a few SOS messages by text, since there's no chance of him sneaking off to suit up now. Red Robin showing up in Metropolis on the same night that Gothamite Tim Drake-Wayne is in town for a gala is just a little too coincidental, anyway. Best not.

    "Pretty sure there's a few crypto-bros in the crowd," Tim agrees as he sinks down onto his knees, eyes flicking between his phone and Jinx. Limited time left. Three... two... one... he dumps his phone into the potted plant next to him just in time to hide it from the bot that overturns the table, a pincer-gripper snapping impatiently at both him and Jinx.

    It's practically saying "Gimme the goods!"

Mark Grayson has posed:
When the villain starts to make his grand appearance, Mark tries not to break into laughter. After all, here he is -- in BLUE -- facing off against a mustachioed robot user.

He would just need some rings to complete the look.

However, before Mark can make any type of commentary on asking for extra lives, or even asking the guy if he was Jim Carrey and ask for an autograph, there is a sudden, should have been expected hail of bullets.

Mark brings up both of his arms together to protect himself, even as the burger bag is shredded. He flies backwards, trailing burger and bag bits and smoke as bullets chew into the teenaged hero.

Flying back several feet, he cuts and launches upwards to get out of the steady hail of fire so he can try to approach the sphere from another angle to try to get in close to the attack.

"What do I call you anyway? Roly-Poly? Eggbot?"

Jinx has posed:
"Of course there are. They're quite happy to run server farms that melt the ice caps just so they can farm big numbers to unlock more crypto blockchain hashes and meanwhile hand out token novelty cheques at galas so their PR firms can paint them as saints..."

Jinx pauses and peers at Tim, but her critique is interrupted by a snappy snappy gripper. She looks at it and rises up. This was what she was contractually obliged to do right? help people? And Tim's pretty cute even if he is a rich guy. Why else would he be at the gala. He looks familiar though. "Hey aren't you a Wayne?" Wayne Lawyers were the ones who got her the deal with the US Government and their allies to bed her in the Titans Tower instead of jail.

She yanks her hand back as the pincer grabber snaps at her wrist looking for a watch. A small black box drops out of her pocket on to the floor next to Tim. It looks custom made. "Alright, this won't do, you've tried my patience now sphere-boi."

Pink energy whips up from her hands up her arms. With a gesture to the fire hydrant on the wall, it rips away from its housing and clanks in to the side of the sphere. The pressure of the strike is enough to rupture it and send fire fighting foam everywhere too.

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
Golden Eagle flits out from under the table... and grabs the bot that's trying to take the old lady's purse, ripping the tentacle in two to free the purse and the woman -- to whom she says, "Run!", before flying up towards the place's vaulted ceiling. With her feet about six feet off the ground, she throws her captured bot straight down at the empty patch of floor beneath her.

"Some BOTies better start picking on someone their own size!", Golden Eagle calls out as she grins, because she's proud of herself for even that lame attempt at a play on words used to draw the bad guy's attention off the civvies. She's making herself a target for the tentacle bots, as she lowers herself back down to the floor... and gets splattered by what's left of a bot after it gets mowed down by a fire hydrant.

She looks up in that direction in time to spot Jinx, her eyes widening a bit... just before she gets hit in the face by the jet of water that sprays out from the ruptured pipe from the hydrant's former place in the wall. The water spray only lasts a moment, of course, before the fancy-schmancy building's automatic systems cut off the flow of water. Still, she's left soaked, at least about her head and shoulders. What bad luck, huh?

Of course, she's a distracted target now, for all the *other* bots in the room...

Tim Drake has posed:
    The bullets trail after Mark in the night sky, but even when they do hit their target, they don't have much of an impact it seems. So the guy in the sphere -- who declines to share a name with a "None of your business!" -- hits a few buttons, and another hole appears on the sphere's body. A telescoping leg begins to extend outward.

    Except instead of grabbers, it has something that looks like the end of a sci-fi raygun on the end that takes aim at Mark.

    And yep, it's a laser. It shoots a beam of red at him, aiming for center mass. Apparently all the defense these spheres have is offense. Soon enough, both laser beams and bullets are flying again as the guy in the sphere begins to fly backwards, away from the hotel. More importantly, of course, away from Mark.

    This still leaves all the bots inside doing their jobs. They seem autonomous enough, not needing direct control or command from the guy outside to continue with the snatching and grabbing. Of course one bot finds itself suddenly -1 on limbs thanks to Golden Eagle, and with a robotic noise that almost sounds like a "Whoaaaaa" it tips over backwards, crashing right into the grand piano near the bandstand.

    Except it isn't resting there long, because Golden Eagle is picking it back up and slamming it into the floor, again! It cracks like an egg, wallets and watches and gleaming jewelry spilling out of its mechanical guts.

    Another gets clanged in the... well it's not really the head, given it's just an orb all over, but whereabouts a head WOULD be if it had one. It leaves a heck of a dent, and then it's covered in fire hydrant foam, which seems to shortcircuit the thing further. A computerized screech leaves the sphere before it collapses, another one down. But two more take their place, one each for Jinx and Golden Eagle, snapping at them with their sharp pincers.

    Somewhere amongst all this, Tim has confirmed that he is indeed a Wayne (with a depressed-sounding "Yeah, got it in one,") and sprung into action, hauling civilians away from the bots as the superheroes begin to engage.

    If that black box disappeared in-between then and now then, well, it's probably just lost in the chaos, right?

Jinx has posed:
Take one out, two more appear in its place. "Come on - really??" Jinx backs away from the snappy snapping pincers as she considers her options here. She has learnt, in recent times, that her usual approach to combat tends to put people in more danger than less. Case in point Golden Eagle over there soaked in foam.

Well, if it's a wet shirt party she might as well go in for a penny and in for a pound. A clap of her hands and a spark of flame erupts from them. She tosses it up to a fire detector to set off the fire alarms.

"Who doesn't like a little rain-" Jinx says, "... on yer wedding day." There's a nice looking fire axe on the wall. She holds out her hand like a Jedi and the pink energy whips across to it, smashing through the 'break in case of emergency' glass. The axe whips across and in to her hand.

All at once, there's a dozen of her with axe swinging toward the robber-bots. Only one of them is real, but illusions are a powerful weapon against the sensors. Digital or otherwise.

Mark Grayson has posed:
While the bullets were annoying, but not really hurting Mark, it is when the comically large ray gun comes out that his eyes widen and he is hit square in the chest and lets out a painful cry. Because while Mark may be...

INVINCIBLE

...getting hit by a beam of intense heat burns like hell. It shreds his uniform and scorches his skin and the blue and yellow hero is trailing smoke as he tries his best to avoid the laser beam and machinegun fire -- and as they swoop around, Invincible is definetly feeling it. His wounds are instantly healing, but it's going to be a while before they completely knit.

Dividing down towards one of the buildings, he wrenches a large radio tower out of it's awnings on the roof, breaking bolts and wires as he takes some radio station off the air and rises into the air.

"Alright, you big balloon, time to go..." he leans back against the roof and aims before taking one, two, and on the third step, launches the antenna's point straight at the spherebot. "...pop!"

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
Golden Eagle turns to face the bot that's snapping pincher-thingies at her... and she reaches out to grab at one of the tenacles, aiming to use it to swing the bot up and over her head... and back down onto the floor on the other side of her. Assuming this succeeds, she lets go of it after she finishes grab-and-slam, her feet picking up off the floor as she floats back and away from the bot -- in case it survives and tries to counter.

Tim Drake has posed:
    There are a non-infinite amount of the bots here, but they do seem to have zoned in on Jinx and Golden Eagle as top-priority targets even without their... illustrious? leader around to actually tell them to do so. Must have some kind of AI onboard to make those kinds of decisions.

    Though that zoning in just means that a good fair few of them are right in the middle of it all when the fire alarms go off and the sprinklers kick on.

    Now everyone at the gala is getting soaked. Some are already saturated with extinguisher foam, admittedly, but now the ceiling is unleashing a gout of frankly foul-smelling water on everyone, ruining thousands of dollars worth of suits and gowns. But it has the intended effect, shortcircuiting several more of the bots which just collapse precisely where they were standing, legs extended like little splatted bugs on the ground.

    But there are several more who were on the outskirts of the room that have avoided getting sprayed down enough to shut them down. And they, like the sphere outside being ridden by Dr. Robotnik, so named because he didn't want to give his name in the first place, deploy the lasers.

    Of course now they have multiple Jinxes to try and fire at, so each bot chooses one axe-wielding Jinx at random and fires. Do any of them actually hit? Who knows! The bots certainly don't, fooled as they are.

    Another one goes for Golden Eagle, but she picks it up and slams it back down on the ground like it's nothing, and this one too breaks open to release its fortunes like a particularly wealty-person's pinata.

    Outside, the lasers are also still in full-force, lighting up the night with beams of red. The target has been lost temporarily, though, and the guy in the sphere twists and turns this way and that, trying to spot Mark in the darkness.

    No luck, at least not until the antenna's rocketing straight for him!

    The lasers turn on the antenna, trying to fire on the moving projectile, once, twice, three times before striking true and hitting it dead on, only to turn a single projectile flying towards it into two. Both hit the sphere, not right in the center but they do pierce through the metal casing, and the engines fueling the thrusters begin to sputter. Aboard the bot-slash-craft, the man with the mustache begins to slam his hands against the controls. "No no no no nooooo!"

    Also, unrelated, but where the heck has Tim gone?

Mark Grayson has posed:
As the antenna slams into the spheroid, Invincible finally gets a chance to catch a breath. Racing forward, he comes beneath the sphere, catching it and ripping out the thrusters, punching through them as he holds the sphere in the middle of the sky.

"I'm pissed." comes the snarled comment from the bloodied, burned hero, the skin around his mouth pulled back enough to show all of his teeth. Yes, he will heal. But right now? He looks scary as hell.

"One chance. That's all you get. Disarm the drones." And his hand starts to release the sphere, just to smash one of the machineguns trying to aim at him.

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
Golden Eagle's not just soaked head and shoulders, now... she's soaked all over, just like everyone else. "Great...!", she says, and floats over to where she's not getting soaked... then the bots who were nicking people's things are lasering at Jinx... at some of the Jinxes. "Holy moley...", Golden Eagle says, before she realizes she's doing nothing.

On realizing she should *act*, Golden Eagle flits over to the nearest bot-nik and grabs at one of the tentacles that it has on the ground. She's looking to do a swing-smash thing, again, but this time aiming to smash the one bot down atop another one. A two-for-one special!

Jinx has posed:
Jinx is still trying to figure out her powers since she got back from Themyscira. She knows a lot more about it yet still so many mysteries abound. One of those mysteries is just how far she can push things without contact to the Earth by bare feet.

Another notable feature of Jinx's general appearances is the cost of collateral damage. She can hear the Damage Control guy Agent Mulder complaining in her ear already. If it's not ferrari's it's expensive gowns and ice sculptures. Blah blah blah - at least he backs off a bit now since Donna gets in his face.

Yet, as her axe embeds itself in to the side of one of the bots, and the lasers come out, she yanks it back and tries to disappear in to the plethora of Jinx.

Her luck can only last so long though as she the lasers fire. Pew pew pew - one of them hits the real Jinx. She pauses feeling the perfect slice through her body burn. The axe drops with a wet clank to the floor and so too does Jinx, dropping to her hands and knees.

"Oh fuck.." she pants to herself, groaning, her hands grip at one side of the wound - unable to grab at the other side. She slumps to her side and watches as the world starts to get blurry with all that stinky smelling fire suppression water everywhere. Her other hand fumbles in to her pocket and she pulls out, but drops, her T-com.

Feeling about for it with groans of pain, she gets two fingers on it and flips it open. Her hand twitches a little as she tries to reach for the 'HELP!' button but she can't quite make it as her strength starts to give out on her. HEr arm drops and she flops back with moans of pain. After all - she's not some super strength, or super fast, or super healing hero. She's just a young woman who hates being told what to do. Lasers don't care much for her attitude.

Tim Drake has posed:
    "I can't!" comes the immediate reply from Eggman, who continues to flail at his controls. "I can't do anything! No no no, you've ruined it all! My great plan!"

    It wasn't exactly all that great. Who tries to commit a big crime like this in Metropolis without expecting superheroes to show up? Come on now.

    As it turns out though, all of the button-mashing is doing something. The bots inside all start to act a little haywire... at least the ones left remaining, and the crowd is definitely starting to thin. Golden Eagle smacks one into another like she's playing marbles and manages to take two more out, further reducing the number still functioning.

    The other ones begin to turn around rapidly, or zoom off into a corner (subsequently running into the wall and collapsing) and in one instance even collide with each other, creating some pretty impressive pyrotechnics. As well as a further spill of collected wallets and purses onto the ground.

    Outside, Dr. Robotnik cries out, "Nooo, my moneyyyyyy!" But it was never going to be his money. He does at least have the good sense to look absolutely terrified of Mark, though, even while he's wailing.

Mark Grayson has posed:
As Robuttnik is whining and wailing about his ruined plan, Mark snaps, "What type of stupid plan doesn't come with a shutoff switch?!" he comments as he reaches inside the machine to pull the villain out. "If you won't shut it down, then I will."

Ripping the doctor free of his spherical creation, he holds the doctor in one hand while he uses the other hand to hold the sphere as they all descend to the ground. Uncerimoniously, he drops Robotnik amongst Metropolis' finest. "This is the man responsible for up there...."

And now that his hand is free, his other hand moves to crush the sphere between both arms. "...is just a bunch of trash." He doesn't look happy as he turns, once Robotnik is secured to rocket skyward to help out those in the dance area.

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
Golden Eagle smashes her one bot-nik down on another, letting go as they collide. "Hah!", she says... then her eyes widen as she looks up to see Jinx getting lasered down. "No...!", she calls out, and rushes forward, smashing aside another bot or two. She lands next to Jinx and grabs at the the tablecloth on a nearby table... and tears it in half, then tears it again to make a long strip of cloth about six inches wide. Kneeling as she folds the strip of cloth up on itself, she presses it to Jinx's side in an attempt to cover the wound and staunch the bleeding.

At some point, seeing Jinx reaching for it, Golden Eagle also grabs the T-com and puts it into Jinx's hands. "That's a comm, right? I don't know how to use it! Here! Call for backup or something!", she says, quickly, before going back to trying to stop the bleeding. She's a little panicky, clearly, heard in how her voice goes kinda high-pitched and squeaky when she loudly calls out, "I need a doctor over here!"

Jinx has posed:
Jinx shuts her eyes. It's only a small wound - like someone took a very very thing dagger and stuck it through her. She can manage this. The weird thing is - healing herself never used to work. It wasn't until she started healing other people that she began to understand the limits of her own power and that her patron was the one who had the big chops to make it so.

"Gaea,..." she murmurs softly, "...I might not be cut out for this hero shit." She groans again, her face contorting in pain, then presses her palm flat against the wound and concentrates. That concentration ends abruptly when Golden Eagle is by her side wrapping her wound and handing her the T-com.

She grits her teeth and drops the com again. "Give me some space birdgirl." She wants to sound harsh but doesn't have the energy for it. Focusing once more, it's not the usual magic she draws upon now, not the stuff that looks pink to most peoples eyes.

A burning white light scatters through her skin from beneath her palm that pulses through her wound. Small as it may be, lasers are precise and burny and vicious in their own unique way. And while Jinx may just be a young woman without super speed, or super strength. She is Homo Magi.

Sorceress, heal thyself.

Jinx lets her hand drop back away. Her hand still illuminated with white magic, mixed with the red of her blood. "Damn.." she says as if it didn't work. "So that's what that feels like." It definitely did work.

Rising up awkwardly from her side to sitting she looks at the robots going haywire. She looks at Golden Eagle slightly bemused. "Oh shit. Did we win?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    The Metropolis police have only just barely set up a perimeter around the hotel, so fast was the response and subsequent battle against the villainous man and his bots. So they're awfully surprised to have the culprit in hand so soon, but a pair of officers quickly step forward to grab hold of the man Mark supplies them, slapping on the cuffs almost instantaneously. So okay maybe they weren't surprised. Just a little stunned, at first, but they catch up quick.

    Inside the ballroom way up above, the sprinklers shut off. Just a fine dribble of putrid water spits out from them at the last, and then it's done.

    Whether by Golden Eagle's last few smashes or by their misgiven instructions, the last of the bots are taken out. Many of them litter the ballroom floor like scattered marbles.

    It's just when Jinx, having healed herself, sits up to ask "Did we win?" that one woman lets out a scream.

    "Look what these monsters did to my bag!" she shrieks. "This is a Birkin! Don't they know how valuable these are?!"

    Several others begin to voice similar complaints, but a sense of relief slowly works its way through the crowd at large, most of whom are grateful enough just to be alive and intact after all that. Mark arrives from his trip down to ground level to find people slowly picking themselves up on the floor, dripping wet but otherwise healthy. A few of the stouter people begin trying to dig through the bots' stolen goods to find their items.

    And then there's Tim, somehow mostly dry, fetching his phone from where he'd shoved it down into the dirt of a potted shrubbery. "Guess the crypto-bros get to go on and bitcoin mine another day," he notes with only the slightest sense of disatisfaction at the fact.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark floats outside the blasted windows. "Everyone alright?" he calls inside, just to hear all the complaints and stuff. Oh no, he's not hanging around for all of this.

He catches sight of Jinx and Golden Eagle, lifting his hand in a wave, forgetting for just a moment that his skin is still in the process of healing and the upper half of his costume is fried.

When he /does/ realize this, part of his cheeks turn red and he clears his throat. "I'm glad everyone's okay." And with that, he's flying off.

Yaretzi Acama has posed:
Golden Eagle pulls her hands away when Jinx says to give her space, looking for all the world like a scared girl in a costume. Then her eyes widen when the white light can be seen under the girl's hand.

Then the wound's gone, and Golden Eagle smiles brightly! "You're okay!", she calls out and hugs on Jinx... then looks around, as if she's totally forgotten about the fight.

"Oh... uhm... yeah, I think so?", she says, floating up and away as she releases Jinx to survey the area. "Looks like... like the ones that were left took themselves out for us...", she says. Putting her hands on her hips, she adds, "...wierd!"

Then the civilians are making a fuss... and Golden Eagle's eyes fall on the group from Yaretzi's community college, and widen. "Uhm... I need to get going, Jinx... see ya later!", and starts to float up, to fly out of one of the broken windows. But then Mark's there, and she actually pauses a moment to speak to him.

"Hey", she says to the hero in the blue and yellow, "You might wanna check in with Jinx. She used magic to fix herself up, but she might still be hurt. After all, she's not...

INVINCIBLE."

Having said that, she flitting out the window to find a 'safe' place to transform and get back to the gala as Yaretzi, hoping to keep her secret ID safe.

Jinx has posed:
Jinx lets out a strangled 'GYAH!' as she's pulled in to a hug by the superpowered eagle woman. She gets no say in the matter apparently. Her hands, however, check her pockets. It's gone. Her eyes widen in sudden concern, perhaps even a little fear.

Once released from the hug she looks around suspiciously at the complaining and milling people. Someone here is an agent of HIVE.. and someone here took her scanner. Her jaw rocks to the side and she slowly rises up. HIVE won this round through pure chance and luck. But she'll get them eventually.

Golden Eagle offering her services like they're something she shares around - to Invincible of all people - has her turn her head, "Oh hey Inconceivable. You look a little extra crispy fried." He seems like a nice guy though. She thumbs to the doors, "I'll fix you up back at the tower?"