16748/Meeting (at the) Threshold

Meeting (at the) Threshold
Date of Scene:	02 January 2024
Location:	New York Harbor Docks
Synopsis:	Our heroes meet a pair of evil twins. They discover a metahuman trafficking ring! OH NOES!
Cast of Characters:	Nico Minoru, Julian Keller, Damian Wayne, Zachary Zatara, Carol Danvers, Jonothon Starsmore

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Nico Minoru has posed:
An anonymous tip.

That's how it all started, with a simple letter that was mailed to Xavier's. It spoke of a date, time, and a location. How cryptic?!

The evening is quite chilly with a light snow fall. Normally, at this hour, no one would really be out and about at the harbor, but the witch's hour is when illegal activities are easiest. Tonight is no different, as it seems that more than a few boxes are being loaded onto a large freight by suited mooks. There's about at least a dozen in the area, doing things ranging from driving the forklifts to moving boxes into the freight. It's an efficient operation, and of course, it would be as it's run by a rather imposing scarred blonde man, dressed more like a classic supervillain in red and green armor. It is Christmas time after all.

The camera then pans away to a nearby alleyway. In the darkness, a young man, no more than sixteen is recording the goings on his iPhone.

Julian Keller has posed:
Crime? Ha! The docks are a great place for raves. The kind that totally do not end up with you bathed in blood. Well. Maybe you might be. But that's a different story line.

Julian has only recently returned to the states. Specifically NYC. The past several years spent playing the roll of playboy ex-pat galavanting across the globe and getting up to whatever young rich boys are apt to do. And in keeping with that, apparently he's at the docks dressed more for a rave then for fighting crime or what have you. That attire? A pair of combat boots and the traditional wrestlers uniform. It's not stupid, the cold air is enough to cause issues. So he wears a fur(faux!) thigh length coat.

Coming from the west, Julian has decided to fly to this particular Rave. Imagine his surprise when he got the directions mixed up and he lands behind the boy making a recording on his phone. "I hope you know how to run fast, cause if those mooks saw you you'd likely be wearing cement boots and tossed into the Hudson."

Damian Wayne has posed:
Anonymous tips are not to be trusted.

Finding the facts, tracking leads. That is how you get information. In this case, some of the materials that were taken from Wayne Industries in Gotham, which will inevitbly draw a Bat to your location.

The bat du jour in this case would be the youngest one. Only the smallest flashes of the yellow insides of a cape mark Rook/Robin as he moves from rooftop to rooftop. The dark greys, blacks and reds are a stark contrast to his usual red, yellows and greens.

It may just be a phase.

As a grappling line pulls him in closer to the situation, he arrives just as Julian is addressing the boy at the corner. Instead of interrupting, Rook lifts his attention to the other rooftop to cross and make his way over to find a skylight to look down within the building to observe what was happening within. He wants information before he just starts busting heads.

Zachary Zatara has posed:
It's a far cry from his usual haunts. Zachary Zatara, worlds greatest stage magician (well on the internet anyway), wouldn't dream of coming down to the docks. But his abilities include a natural knack for detecting magic. And every now and again he just gets an impulse. A spark of an idea. Which sends him roaming.

Unluckily in this case. It was towards a totally unrelated container to these supervillain schemes. Probably an unusually potent containers worth of eye of newt.

And while the container itself is of no importance it does mean aforementioned Worlds Greatest Stage Magician is lurking around close to what might be a crime in progress. In a tuxedo, top hat and tails. Which is not the sort of outfit intended for blending in....

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol Danvers doesn't usually lurk around the docks. It's one of those little differences in heroic circles between Gotham and New York City's thriving vigilante communities. And even within New York's vigilante social circles, well, the usual Dock-lurking vigilantes of the night have more powers and niches of ability that lend themselves to clandestine surveillance.

Which is why Carol's trying to do her best to blend in. A red and blue bodysuit wouldn't really work. One piece leotard with a red sash and thigh high boots also really only works on Halloween. Luckily, a plain leather bomber jacket and blue jeans and a pair of sneakers work just fine as urban camo... besides, Carol figures if she messes up on the whole 'subtle investigation' angle, it can only get /more/ into her wheelhouse. Or at least that's what Carol assures herself of as she finds herself creeping towards a busy warehouse. Too busy, really. ...Isn't it?

What's she, some kind of warehouse expert?

Jonothon Starsmore has posed:
You mail a letter off to a campus full of teenagers with nothing more than a date, a time, and a location, and you may as well spin the wheel on what result you'll get. Somewhere along the way the flyer was intercepted by one of the younger kids, who added their own flair to the letter before slapping it up on the notice board at Xaviers.

                          CHRISTMAS RAAAAAAAAVE!!!!!!                          

There's also some hand-drawn icons of Christmas Trees and Presents and the like. Really, whoever anonymous was this time, they should have at least included a little bit of a hook, like 'GANG ROBBING DOCKS WAREHOUSE' or something. Something that would have gotten the letter in front of the actual X-Men. Instead, bored out of his skull and certainly not interested in the usual festivities of eggnog and presents, we get Jonothon Starsmore, grumpy Brit extraordinaire, bundled up against the cold rolling off the harbor.

Nico Minoru has posed:
The young man is bundled up for the chill winter weather. He's just an inch short of 6 feet, with toussled hair, giving that 'I woke up like this' sort of look. He lets out a little yelp when Julian seems to land behind him. "HOLY FUCK!" he says, suppressing the urge to yell in surprise. "That's why I'm hiding, genius, so they don't see me." With an eyeroll, he goes back to sticking in the shadows, while trying to get the video.

As Damian ziplines on down not too far away, he can most certainly hear the response of the young man as he lands.

Fortunately for Jono and Carol, no one seems to notice them as of yet, as there are most certainly other vagrants around that might be sleeping or otherwise be conscripted to help.

"Well, they're unnoticed until the scarred blondeman that looks like a supervillain looks at the pair. "You two. Help them. We'll give you money so you can continue your miserable lives."

Before he continues, that's when he most certainly notices the man in the tux. As he notices, it looks like he's going to do something about it, but a slightly smaller figure reaches his arm.

"No need. I'll take care of him." says the more svelte of the pair. If anything, this woman is dressed in a way that can only be described as skank in Christmas. Green and red is the theme between the two, though she's put on a bodysuit that is more fitting of Caitlin Fairchild than anything else.

She walks towards Zach with her hips swinging from one side to another while licking her lips, "Mmm, you get lost from your gala, handsome?"

Julian Keller has posed:
"So, what sort of nefarious going ons are happening here? Drugs? Weapons? Late season candy canes?" Julian says to the young boy as he looks out towards the mooks slinging crates and others stuff back and forth. Julian purses his lips and his gaze scans the area and narrows when he sees more outsiders.

It has been ages since he has been to the school so he doesn't recognize Jono, plus he's in vagrant ware, so it's hard to really recognize him.

His gaze flickers to the woman in skank holiday ware and naturally to the Top hat man. Damn that's an impressive look. "Well, kid, you're going to want to get your ass moving. I think things are going to about to pop off." With a wink, Julian saunters out from his hidey spot, stumbling and suddenly laughing. "HEeeeeeyyy giiiirrrrlll. I'm Here! Paaarrttaaaay! Saaave me a daaance!"

Zachary Zatara has posed:
"Lost from a Gala? Gosh no. I'm just looking for my props," Zachary says with a beaming smile, giving the approaching duo a sweeping bow. "One can hardly saw his assistant in half without the right box." For a moment it looks like he's going to flick his top hat off. But in this weather? Probably he's more concerned about his hair than the trouble he's found himself in.

Okay. He's definitely more concerned about his hair. Unless perhaps the two figures approaching happen to be giving off any mystical energy that might suggest involvement with the arcane, mystical and other assorted esoteric arts. In which case he might not be quite so cocky.

"I would offer to entertain you both but sadly my publicist would kill me if I was to do anything so crude as entertain anyone at a dock. It'd be /terrible/ for my brand. Utterly terrible." He winks at them. "But if you happened to decide you had better places to be. Well I wouldn't be inclined to stop you. Trust me. This sort of show rarely ends well for anyone."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol should probably take some exception to being shanghai'd into... whatever this is. But like... that guy is seriously bad news. He looks like she should be expecting a ragtag group of kids from the local community center with a a dog to show up and ruin his plan.

Well, she'll just have to fill in for the kids, she supposes. "This isn't a union job, right? I mean, I don't want some teamsters showing up to break my legs just because I helped you unload a truck of knockoff Elmos or something." It's about the best Carol can manage, because just taking this random job /without/ comment is beyond her abilities to control her snark. But she's not going to waste /real/ good snark on Mr. Cheerful here. She doesn't recognize him, so he's like... not even one of Spidey's poor sad sacks like Shocker. But crime is crime, and chances are this guy's behind more than selling knockoff Muppets.

And with Julian stumbling out into the open, Carol's glance flicks over... that man is not drunk! Oh, he's acting fine, but... Carol knows drunk. And actual dockside drunks are /remarkably/ non-cheerful.

Jonothon Starsmore has posed:
Well, this is the wierdest rave that Jonothon's ever been too. Glancing from the goons unloading the truck to the walking Christmas tree with a wary lift of the brows and his hands going up in a decidedly nonthreatening, palms out manner, he gets the feeling that the note might not actually have been advertising a rave.

He's quick like that.

As the walking fashion disaster offers him money to help unload the trucks, it becomes obvious that this probably isn't a union job. Or even a sanctioned one. But it's not like the Brit in the turtleneck has much to say about the matter. He silently gestures towards the trucks in a kind of 'You mean those?' gesture, and starts over to pick up a box.

Just another vagrant, nothing to see here.

Nico Minoru has posed:
The question from Julian gets a frustrated answer, "I don't know, man. I just know I heard a voice in my head that said this was going to be bad news." How cryptic.

Then the camera pans in the direction of the oh so slutty one.

Hip goes to the left. Hip goes to the right. There's certainly the way the young woman moves as she gets closer to the pair. Wetting her lips with her tongue, she listens to Zachary bring up sawing his assistant in half. "Mmm, so you're one of those BDSM types." a beat. "Unless you're into snuff, then, I think I can help you with that too." she says with a wry waggle of her brows.

Turning to look at Julian, she lets out a soft and impish giggle. "I'm sorry, I've been rude to you both. I think you two will do nicely in my collection." A rather predatory grin curls onto her smile. "I'm Nicole, but people call me Bliss."

As she gives her nom-de-villain-name, her eyes glow with a purple psionic energy. She balls her hands into a fist, and she can't help but laugh.

The poor bastards. Bliss has the ability to stimulate pleasure and/or pain centers in the nervous system. It can range from a ticklish sensation or a pin prick to mind blowing orgasms or OH I AM DYING. With these two, she takes option three, as they will feel good. REALLY GOOD.

The camera then pans back in the direction of muscular, scarred Santa's helper.

The question from Carol causes a brow to quirk as he just rolls his eyes. "You'll get paid much better than any union job. And no, we aren't union." Do criminal organizations have a union? Who knows? Maybe they should form one. The question from Jono just gets a shake of his head. "No, I want you to lift the freight." His voice drips with sarcasm, getting more annoyed, meaning a red psionic energy can't help but be seen from his scarred eye.

Still, if Carol or Jono looks around at the boxes, she will notice a biohazard sign on each box, ranging from the smaller ones, all the way to the humansized ones that are being lifted by the fork lifts.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller is certainly not drunk! But he's spent the better part of four years jet setting across the globe being drunk playboy so he knows how to act gregarious and happy in any sort of situation. Brilliant smile. Elaborate hand movements. Even his hands are covered in gloves and while they move fairly well, there is an oddity about them. Almost mechanical about the way they move at times.

"Oh shit. Did I get the wrong paaartaaay?!?" He says with a laugh as he 'drunkenly' eyes the Christmas Skank, "Maybee..." That's when it happens, all pretenses of being drunk wash away. His face contorts and his eyes roll back into the back of his head. "Ohhh, fucckk.." he growls out lustily. "Yes." Involuntary orgasms are a new experience. He drops to his knees panting and whimpering as it washes over him. His thin wrestlers outfit clearly showing the signs of the happy little accident.

There on his knees he whimpers and pants. And then all of a sudden he's glowing green and a blast of green TK energy is shot at the Christmas Ho. "I like to be wine and dined first."

Zachary Zatara has posed:
Well that is decidedly unsporting. Perhaps even so far as to be rude. Isn't there a supervillain code of conduct being breached?

Thankfully a showman should never let the act stop though. Not even for a moment. Zachary's brow furrows, his lip trembles, perhaps a little bead of sweat rolls down his face. "I seem to have been mistaken about who was entertaining whom," he notes. Forcing a cough. His mystical training takes the edge off the worst of it. When your powers all revolve around being able to talk backwards quickly and accurately in stressful situations self control is a must.

His eye twitches.

"ehT dlrow si a egats dna neve eht ecilop era .sreyalp" He snaps his fingers. And in the distance the sounds and flashing lights of police sirens can be noticed. Clearly moving towards the docks! Gosh those villains better leave sharpish. Ideally before they catch on it's some carefully choreographed sound and light illusions magically summoned into being.

He doesn't want to fight Bliss. Not because he's too chivalrous to hit a lady. He's just really bad at it. So instead he flicks the hat off, strikes the rim with a wand that's somehow just appeared from up his sleeve, and utters "oS yrev ynam .sevod" Hopefully she's not allergic to birds, because that is a /lot/ of doves.

Jonothon Starsmore has posed:
If Jonothon could talk without blowing his cover as something more than just another homeless vagrant, he'd probably make a quip about midnight deliveries of heavy metal albums. But, alas, he's remaining incognito, as it were. He gets as far as the <truck? Freight car? Indiscriminate moving van?> full of biohazard-labelled boxes and starts to reach for one to move from pile A to stack B when the whine of police sirens starts to fill the cold night air. The mild look of panic isn't that hard to fake at the prospect of getting snatched up with a bunch of criminals, as he glances about.

In the back of his mind, he makes a mental note to figure out who stuck that note up on the board and to hurt them.

Nico Minoru has posed:
Bliss has the worst luck when it comes to finding a man. First, constant rejections from that hunky burny guy, and now this?!?! It's absolutely unacceptable...

And then the TK blast hits her square in the chest, which sends her launching in the direction towards one the large boxes. The force of the collision is so powerful that she breaks it. When she starts to get up, she screeches, "Didn't your mom teach you to not hit a lady?!?" She would say/do more, but alas, there's all the birds. So. Many. Birds. She isn't allergic, but she's definitely distracted and stopped in place for a while.

So now that one of the boxes is broken, just exactly what is inside? It's a cryogenic tube of some sort with a young naked person looking like they were placed in there unwillingly. For Carol and Jono, if they choose to, they can notice the letters I.O. and a flower insignia on the bottom of the tube.

The illusion of the police arriving causes some of the dock workers to panic, but the blonde man puts a stop to that. "If the police are coming, we'll destroy them. FINISH WHAT YOU ARE DOING." he demands, definitely annoyed now.

As he sees his sister get smashed into a box, he looks concerned and lets out an overprotective roar. "NICOLE!" With that, he starts to rise, his own telekinetic energies surrounding him. He continues to rise in the air before wooshing towards his sister's side, oblivious that there's another super behind him.

"How dare you lay your hands on my sister!" he roars as he continues to glow with a green telekinetic energy, before wrapping his sister in a tk bubble.

There's totes some Cersei/Jamie vibes between these two. Gross.

Nico Minoru has posed:
Oh, and as for the note? A youngster that looks like a squid posted the note.

Julian Keller has posed:
"Show me a lady!" Julian roars back at the woman. As he rises to his feet on shaking knees. Hey, get caught unaware like that, and see if you can stand straight right after. His eyes glow green and shrugging off the fur (faux!) coat, his wrestlers suit leaves nothing to the imagination. He stalks towards the woman, only to see Jam.. Brother coming to the rescue.

"She didn't buy me dinner first!" Julian snaps as his body glows green and he's rocketing towards the boyf- brother. It's an odd sight, dressed in his red wrestling suit and combat boots. But it looks like it's going to be a TK on TK violence.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol has always harbored a secret belief that she does not, in fact, walk around causing unimaginable chaos on purpose, and that 'costumed crime' is just an inherently unstable segment of society prone to sudden and intense (and often literal) conflagration and that she just happens to show up right after such chaos begins to unfold.

And she feels entirely justified in this belief when her ENTIRELY SUBTLE UNDERCOVER WORK is undone by telekinetics, magicks, and general chaos.

She's definitely not going to consider that attack unleashed on Julian because... hey, he's bouncing back just fine! How 'bout that.

Carol's reaching into her jacket and pulling out a phone in a bulky case... because you think /you/ accidentally break phones? Boy howdy. Hopefully the autofocus can snap shots of the logo and other writings on that cryotube. And she makes sure to upload it directly to the cloud, because... well, she doesn't store things /on/ her phone. They keep breaking somehow. "...These are /not/ knockoff Elmos at all."

She keeps throwing glances towards Julian and the unfolding havoc as she calls out, "You got this, champ! Give him the boots!"

Jonothon Starsmore has posed:
Well that escalated quickly. As it turns out that this motley crew of mooks are offloading something a little more valuable than TVs and DVD players stolen by a small family or racers, Jonothon is quick to backpedal his way out of the vicinity of violence, especially once the weird chick gets thrown into the stack of shipping crates he was just about to help unload.

Still otherwise silent, he holds his hands up in a 'hey, not my problem' kind of manner as he backs away from being anywhere near the knockoff Struckers. Especially once Julian decides to play knockoff Superman and fly towards the two.

Oh yeah, whowever put that note up on the board is getting _such_ a pinch.

Zachary Zatara has posed:
With Julian about to throw down with Bliss's Brother now seems like a suitable moment to shift to a more supporting role. Before anyone decides that hitting the magic user might be a good idea. He flicks his hand, the wand vanishes in a puff of smoke, and a pocket watch takes it's place.

Tactical decisions aren't really where he excels in a superhero fight. But it seems pretty likely the man glowing green and shouting is probably a threat. He wraps the pocket watch up in the chain. "dnuoB ni emit," he orders. Not trying to physically bind the villain. Instead pits his magical might against the flow of time itself. To slow and disable him.

Hopefully giving an opening for someone more... fighty to take advantage!

Nico Minoru has posed:
"Awww, I didn't know you cared, Matthew." Bliss says with a sly waggle of her brows. There is most definitely a twincest vibe between the two, but at least they aren't the Fenris Twins. Now that she's safely protected within the green TK shield, her own eyes glow for a few moments.

Oh, she has her own personal army of boytoys in many of the mooks. Those in suits that tend to be more handsome, more built like a professional athlete (baseball, football, soccer, doesnt matter), start to head towards the pair, pulling out some guns from their chest holsters.

Four of them start to run in the direction of Zachary before starting to shoot. BLAM BLAM BLAM! Oh now there's bullets from the poor brainwashed mooks!

How does slowing down time affect the powerful telekinetic? The shield around his sister remains for the most part, and the constant flow of tk energy against Julian continues to flow, though there's the brief twitch in his lips that Matthew, aka Threshold, shows he's slowed down, not able to multitask as much.

A powerful psionic like him would normally be able to multi-task due to his powers, but his speed of thought isn't as fast as it normally is. Does he notice? Not really, as he's in his own little time for as long as the spell lasts.

Nicole aka Bliss is the only one who notices, "THE FUCK MATTHEW?!?! WIPE THE FLOOR WITH THEM!" she screams, clearly annoyed.

Meanwhile, amongst the broken box is that of the naked young man in the cryotube. There's also another tube near him. It's not a cryotube, instead it's filled with some sort of preserving liquid. Formaldehyde maybe? What's inside is what's more disturbing. It's viscera. Like someone was liquefied or at least put in a blender. As the chaos starts to surround them, the viscera starts forming an eyeball and just stares at Carol and Jono in turn.

Just what are these two involved in?!?!

Julian Keller has posed:
As Julian collides with Threshold, there is a bright burst of green energy that showers outwards. "Your girl is getting pissy, boytoy," Julian says mockingly as the pair push against each other in an epic struggle of the mind. Back and forth they push, Threshold sliding backwards only to push Julian back. The green glows merging and slowly drawing the pair closer to close to hand to hand range.

When it finally happens it becomes an all out melee between the two. Blows land on each other fists aided in TK power. TK shields protected each other from harm. The battle has them careening off vehicles. Poles. Buildings. All leaving large people sized indents.

It seems Julian has the upper hand, however, the longer the fight rages the angrier he gets. And suddenly lights start to pop at random. Crates buckle. Cars flip over suddenly. "I'm going to beat you stupid you .." Pow. Right into the kisser Julian takes a punch. His anger causing his TK powers to wane just enough to make the punch actually felt and sending him hurtling backwards and crashing into the building. Thankfully his green shield envelopes him once more before impact.

Dazed, he reappears from the rubble, his green glow darkening and with a rage filled bellow shoots a green wall at Threshold. Anger fuels Julian. But the control goes to shit.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol would like to keep providing shouted moral support for Julian, because... well, he's outnumbered and she's pretty sure /weird vibes/ from the opposition can throw you off your game pretty easily, admittedly she usually just chalks the weird vibes up to 'These aliens sure are alien.' in the moment and then deals with further consideration later on via an entirely healthy and reasonable consumption of alcohol.

This, most tellingly, is also how Carol deals with strange tubes full of... goo. Definitely goo. It's not human goo because that would be all kinds of messed up. This is just strange goo in a tube. New York has a surprisi- "THAT'S A GODDAMN EYEBALL!"

Eyes dart up to Jono, then down to the tube of viscera and back, "...So, do you have any scientists on speed dial?" She frowns half-thoughtfully, because it's not like she /doesn't/, but... well, would /you/ want to risk interrupting Doctor Banner's holidays? Doesn't that sound like it might make him /angry/?

Still, she can't just... leave it there. She heaves out a sigh and looks for the most reliable handholds to pick the thing up with... she'll just fly it out of here! Somewhere. For someone else to deal with. Kara? Kara's Kryptonian. She knows science. Maybe GIRL. STAR Labs?

These are all considerations for Future Carol. Present Carol's just going to pick up the Goo-tube and try to get it airborn in a more controlled form than 'Hurling it towards the sun'.

Zachary Zatara has posed:
"yojnE gnitoohs sknalb," Zachary snaps. Even as the mooks are raising their weapons. Those four can fire away and he doesn't even need to dodge. If he weren't recovering from the earlier attack on his dignity he'd probably show off and catch a bullet in his teeth. But sadly it's taking all his concentration to hold the time spell. Which is already starting to fade in effectiveness. It's almost as if controlling time is difficult!

But for the poor mooks? It doesn't seem like their weapons are useless. Why for them it'll look like he's bullet proof.

Hopefully even if no-one was fooled by the illusionary police it was able to attract attention from the actual police. The illusions drop as he saves more of his magic for more useful things. His hat returns to his head and he slides a deck of cards out from his tuxedo.

The cards fan out as if preparing for his next trick. "Gentlemen I'd start running now," he says with a wink. "Because for my next trick. I'll be unleashing the very fires of Hell itself."

That's Hell, Michigan. The other kind involves too much bargaining. But the Mooks don't know that!

Jonothon Starsmore has posed:
Jonothon's seen a lot in the few short years since his mutant powers manifested. But a tub full of viscera containing an eyeball takes the cake, and spoils his mute vagrant look.

<~~Wot the bloody `ell is that!?~~> his telepathic voice exclaims as he locks eyes with Carol in horror. As the blonde in the bomber jacket grabs up the viscera-filled tub he makes for the crygenic tube in turn, looking it over as he thumps a clenched fist against the surface. Whatever these mooks are doing, it's surely not a good thing, and leaving someone in their hands isn't really the heroic thing to do.

Not that he has a plan for the moment, but he's doing reasonable well not to panic as he looks for some kind of release on the tube.

Nico Minoru has posed:
KAPOW! Thanks to the slowing time spell, Threshold doesn't have the reaction speed he normally has. Julian would have noticed that throughout their TK battle, what was once probably milliseconds in between became a second in between then finally seconds in between. It's how that telekinetic battering wall strikes the blonde gen-active and tosses him into one of the trucks, denting it.

With a growl of frustration, he looks towards his sister. "Which boxes are the most important to the client?!?" He dusts himself off and starts to pick up two of the trucks that are fully loaded. He doesn't have time, especially since the police seem to be on their way.

The warning from Zachary causes Bliss to get a bit angrier, her own eyes glowing with more psionic energy. She can be a real bitch when she's annoyed and angered, but more so when her bro-ver (brother and lover, get it?) gets hurt.

Poor Julian, that's when she focuses on him, and sends a blast of pure pain, the equivalent of a woman giving birth to triplets throughout his body. That should hopefully give them time to escape as she finds her own telekinetic shield bubble starting to lift care of Threshold.

The mooks on the ground? When they see that Zach seems to be related to Superman, their eyes widen, and start to run off. "This shit isn't worth it!"

Julian Keller has posed:
Stepping out of the rubble, Julian is a flow of green. His hands clench in fists as he steps towards the pair at least half a football field away from him. "No you don't!" Julian says his hand coming up and there is a moment before his hand opens and he focuses on at least one of the trucks that Threshold is attempting to lift to safety. Green TK meets Green TK once again and there is a real struggle between the two.

Unfortunately they will never know who was stronger because Julian is caught by Bliss's angry side and he let's out a blood curling scream of pain and drops to his knees clutching his arms around his body. So much pain he can't call upon his anger to blast the Sister.

So much pain, his hands pop off and clatter to the ground, leaving just stumps for anyone to see. New code-name - Stumpy?

Zachary Zatara has posed:
Zachary sweeps his hand wide, throwing an arc of cards that all burst into flames, it's... pretty mundane. Flash paper and a little sleight of hand. But that was never the real trick. As the villains start to fly up and away with those telekinetic shields. The Great Zachary Zatara snaps his fingers.

"gnikcarT nocaeb," he murmurs. The villains might be getting away, but he didn't exactly arrive here expecting to stop any crimes. But planting a magical tracking marker he could follow later? Well it's an easy enough thing to attempt.

It helps no-one is shooting at him any more too.

The limbless figure does get a second glance. Then a third before he finally raises an eyebrow. "Are you.. doing okay over there? I'd offer to lend you a hand but... It seems rather in bad taste."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol's not terribly worried about making a scene on her way out, short of... well, flying up via the most expedient course that doesn't intersect with solid matter, both because she doesn't want to risk cracking the tube of... well, she's hoping it's not living viscera. That eye just... floated to the surface. Pure chance. Totally. But also, warehouses? Actually usually very shoddily put together, and so smashing through the roof, while it looks cool, also comes with paperwork and frowny faces from the bean counters... and that's /not/ when she's got to worry about it coming down on some altruistic young superfolk doing their parts to try and corral this goat rodeo.

Which is why Carol Danvers opts for discretion being the better part of valor, and lands on a nearby rooftop with her... disgusting prize. Definitely offloading this to a science person. Vivian! Vivian Vision's totally a person despite what laws about AI might say, and also scientifically brilliant. And in her phone's contacts. And not renowned for having adverse reactions to anger.

She'll call her later. Right now, she turns to keep an eye on the warehouse and the unfolding chaos of dueling TK battle, magic, and gunfire for a moment.

Then she sighs and looks down at her casual attire, "I mean... what're the odds I wreck this outfit? It'll be fine. They're probably tired by now, they've been tussling pretty hard." And so Carol leaves her Goo Tube on a random anonymous rooftop and rockets up into the air to arc over towards the trouble once more... only to see the armed mooks beginning to run away. Already, her dramatic return is bringing results!

Jonothon Starsmore has posed:
They sure don't make cryotubes the way they used to. Or getting dumped out of the back of the truck already screwed with the structural integrity. Either way, as Jonothon totally calmly pounds on the surface of the cryotube, cracks begin to spider across its surface. Eventually the webwork of spidery cracks spread across enough of the tube that the pressure of the inner contents causes a complete collapse. Liquid starts to spew from the inside in sheets, and then it bursts with the snap of glass, splinters shattering all over.

<~~Well shite...~~> the telepath complains to no one in particular.

As the levels within the tube drain there comes a coughing, that deep kind of hacking sound when someone's got a lung full of something that they need to clear. And then comes the screaming, as the man previously locked inside the cryotube gets closer and closer to consciousness.

<~~'ey mate, yer alright, I'm `ere t`elp...~~>

Nico Minoru has posed:
It's not exactly a loss, nor is it a win for the pair. As Bliss starts to complain as to why they're leaving, Threshold simply mutters angry, "Nicole, if you would kindly just, SHUT. UP." That level of authority from her brother and the way he sounds causes her to wriggle a bit in her bubble but at least she goes quiet.

Carol absconds with the viscera tube, while our evil twins go with most of the goods. It begs the question, if they could do it by themselves, what's the need for the mooks?

And then the remaining cryotube breaks. A young man, about 5'11" falls out, gasping for breath as he yells, "FUCK!" Then he realizes he's covered in the remnants of the chemical combination that enabled that flash freeze and he shivers.For the next minute or two, he's hurling a lot of that green fluid. Gross.

When all that is done, he continues to shiver, looking quite cold and nipply. "I... I don't know." he responds to the question as to how he is. "Oh shit, I gotta call my gramms!" he says, looking panicked. Awww, is he a grandma's boy.

Julian Keller has posed:
The pain takes longer to go away then when Bliss stopped. The echoes and rememberance of it in Julian's mind causing tremors of his body and he kneels there his arms clutched around his chest rocking trying to will the pain to stop. His shakes and shivers, and not from the cold.

The words of Zach catches his ears and that seems to focus him some, his eyes glow green and there is a spark of anger there and for a briefest of moment a hydrant starts to shake but he calms himself, "Got it," he says with a grunt his eyes focusing upon the hands and they lift and settle in place.

Rising slowly and gingerly Julian walks on shaky legs, snagging his jacket and bringing it towards the boy. "Here take this. It's fake, don't worry." Julian's cold, but the boy is npply. "Woah. Slow down there kiddo. What's your name? Do you know why you were in that?"

Zachary Zatara has posed:
"That's a relief," Zachary says with a nod. "Because healing magic requires a lot of energy and I think I've overdone it with the time magic just now."

He seems less concerned with the clean up and aftermath portion of the heroics. He's already reaching for his cellphone once the battle seems to be over. "Bunny? Yeah I... It's none of your business. Call me a cab to the docks. Yes I know there's nothing at the docks but trouble." He sighs. "Just get a driver to come pick me up before the media gets here okay."

"You all have things covered right?" he pulls out a business card. Just the one. Then fans that into a few copies. Which he hands around. "If you need anything further have your people call my people. Official statements or anything like that. I'm sure the police will want to do... whatever it is they do after these things."

For now at least he's going to leave the people wanting more and make his exit stage right.

"dnA yawa otni eht thgin I .og"

Nico Minoru has posed:
"Horatio. Horatio Megalos." the young man introduces himself while he shivers once more. He's certainly more than nipply, but at least the offered jacket gives him some sense of modesty.

"And I have no idea. I just know my friend and I were responding to..." and then he goes quiet, furtively flitting his eyes back and forth.

"Vogue. Purple haired girl. Hot. Really good with a gun. Have you seen her?!?!?"

Jonothon Starsmore has posed:
Stepping carefuly to keep out of the muck that the tube dumped all over the docks, Jonothon circles around as the kid tumbles out of the tube and Julian approaches. Not that he recognizes the other man, but that level of TK ability surely means mutant.

<~~If someone stuck this kid in a tube, he should prolly go to the hospital then the bobbies...~~> the telepath points out in those smooth fake British tones.

<~~...but I'm not really th'one to take `im..~~> he points out, with the whole telepathy thing making it pretty difficult to be an anonymous witness.