17660/Dueling Powers

Dueling Powers
Date of Scene:	15 April 2024
Location:	Mulbury Street, NYC
Synopsis:	Domino and Frank clash probability alteration fields; Domino wins but no one is hurt or killed and Domino gets something more valueable so is technically stopped
Cast of Characters:	Frank Noble, Neena Thurman
Tinyplot:	Devil in the Details

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Frank Noble has posed:
It is a bright sunny day as an armored car with four armored mercsa round it in motorcycles. They dont know that there are others scoping them out.

Its lunch hour and traffic is heavy. The birds are singing, not a cloud in the sky, people are at meal trucks nad street side vendors that make the street smell delicious.

Still, the men are nervous, due to this being a chock point with high walls in a narrow street three blocks from their destination; a natural ambush point.

Frank is enjoying a hotdog and pretzle at a local vendor and looks around at the armored car, curious.

Neena Thurman has posed:
There's more than one way to crack an armored nut on wheels. For some individuals it proves an interesting challenge, one which can have any number of interesting results.

Domino could beat her own head against its reinforced steel hide looking for a way in. Or, she can roll the dice and let things play out as they shall.

In the confines of the noisy city the report of a suppressed sub-sonic rifle round barely counts as a footnote. The resulting impact which catches one of the lead motorcycle riders is barely any different.

The sound of the armored truck suddenly swerving as its windshield becomes unexpectedly covered in pieces of rider and helmet... THAT makes some unexpected noise.

"Only back two days and already sunk a hole in one" the pale albino mercenary says to herself, sparing a moment for a fist-pump as the truck rolls over the toppling bike and continues to veer toward a pair of parked cars. Here's one way to perform a traffic stop!

Frank Noble has posed:
There is instant panic as people move to the alleys and avoid the combat. One guy steals a hotdog and then steps on a rake that someone left. The wind stirs and Domino through her power can instantly feel that something is seriously going down...something that is familiar and off at the same time.

This looks like a job for...GRENADEMAN. One minute Frank is there, and the next, he is standing there and begins tossing two flash bang grenades at some those looking at the car, though the bizarre illusoin on Frank's head is so distracting for Domino that she isnt affected.

Neena Thurman has posed:
Things seem to be off to a great start! People are getting out of the way, Domino is chambering another round in her cut-down rifle, a fresh hot dog goes sailing through the air and spatters across the visor of another biker who proceeds to slam into the side of the armored truck he was trying to protect, and something ...

Something's not right.

Albino senses tingling.

Grenades. Grenades? GRENADES. Plural! It's a swift duck, twist, and 'accidental' rifle discharge as she shields herself whilest a ricochet sends the errant rifle round buzzing through the air like an angry hornet to smack the nearest of the dual flashbangs just a little bit off course to keep from catching her in its bang and bloom.

But what --? There's another buzzing going on here, like a bit of mental static attuned to the back of her mind.

Hey who's that short guy and what's he up to? And what's with... A satellite dish? That's...that's totally a satellite dish. Like right there. On his shoulders. In the place of his head. What the hell happened to this town while she was away?!

Cold blue eyes narrow as if delivering a warning as she swiftly rechambers then slings her rifle. It's pistol time.

Right as she's diving out of cover someone from the back of the now crashed truck up and opens the doors, solving another one of life's more imminent dilemmas.

Frank Noble has posed:
The robbers are having not just bad luck but terrible luck. Three more paint grenades slip off three walls and around corners, htting them in the face and eyes without getting a single drop on top of it. As it is, three members of the team trying to take it at the same time of Domino are down.

Frank takes his grappling hook and shoots it to a nearby corner but instantly attaches due to the nanoclue on it without needing to find purchase as it pulls him up into the air as he spins around and spots Domino. He throws a crystal grenade, and it falls into a nearby manhole cover, but Domino can feel that is closer than it should be. If that manhole cover wasnt there, she would have been encased in crystal.

Neena Thurman has posed:
More people joining the party, huh? Well, Dom's not about to shy away from a good time with guns. Paint grenades start causing more problems for the bike and truck crew with a few more starting to stumble out of the armored truck. Already there's enough chaos going on that it's just so, so easy for a lone operator wrapped in black to dance through the battle and make her way toward the back. Barely an inconvenience.

The driver and passenger on the truck break out a pair of compact automatic weapons and try to fight back but they're both cornered and caught widely by surprise, some of them also having issues with that whole 'being able to see' thing.

Domino helps herself to one of the fallen biker's guns by hooking the toe of a boot under it and popping it up into the air. Her plan is to then turn and unload it into one of the more cautious bikers from the back of the convoy. Before she gets a shot off another object falls from above, through an open manhole, explodes, then fires up a wall of some kind of crystal-like objects.

One of those objects skips off of the rim and fires back, catching that cautious rider for her. Another swerve, front wheel hits the open manhole, rider and bike immediately start to cartwheel through the air. It's all she can do to take a step back as the ragdolling rider slingshots past and becomes another victim of the armored truck's hide.

Okay, this is getting ridiculous. SatDishHead is getting called out. "What the heck are you doing?!"

It's followed by the albino holding a sidearm out to blindly take a shot which smacks back and forth inside the back of the truck, ending with a pained yelp from within.

Frank Noble has posed:
The Helm is confused by Domino's intention. A noble cause via ignoble menas, and Grenademan's concious intent in the helm also matters and in one case tosses two more paint grenades, one of them bouncing literally off Domino as she picks up the gun and exploding in the face of one of the guards but also taking out two of the robbers while the second paint grenade, which was meant to be timed for her and thrown with an insane amount of precisoon, hits an idiot trying to drive by the chaos, who slams into a guard who is thrown into a mattress that is waiting by the curb and a robber who is trying to shoot Domino.

Grenademan swings back down from the roof of one of the buildings and charges at Domino, but slams into the side of the truck, cuasing the door to open and a large box to appear. However, the trucks axels groan due to a lack of mainteinance making the whole thing fall flat and a tire approach her-while dodgeable its definitely a distraction.

The forces of probability and luck begin to churn more as a man in a nearby bodega comes out and says, "I just won!"

Another man finds the stock on his phone that he shorted for ill reasons suddenly plummeting in value as word about a sophisticated con on it spreads like viral wildfire.

Neena Thurman has posed:
Ol' DishHead isn't the only one dealing with some confusion. Domino's starting to wonder if maybe she DID start bashing her head against the truck. Not a lot is making sense at the moment, and for her that's a high bar to reach!

Guards are shooting at robbers. They're shooting at Grenademan. They're shouting and confused and disoriented and why does that guy have a beachball for a head? What? No, it's totally a cake stand! No way, it's a hubcap you moron, no question!
Hersnd that is definitely paint.

Something hits the albino's shoulder but it's starting to look like a demented Playstation commercial with people flying through the air and objects being hurled about and there she stands like the eye of a storm looking around partly in confusion, and partly in sadistic glee. She's never been the center of a hurricane before! Not QUITE like this one.

She almost doesn't notice DishHead charging at her.

She DOES miss the tire heading her way.

With an unexpected "OOF!" she gets bowled over backward, rolling beneath the open rear doors of the armored truck before she can get any shots off. The tire spares her from Grenademan's lunge and spares him of any incoming fire, yet in the process of Domino scoring herself some wicked new bruises--
--an important looking box plops out of the back to land squarely into her lap.

Hang on. Is that..?

IT IS!

Get your rear in gear, girl! The prize is in hand!

Frank Noble has posed:
The box in question is not as interesting as the small innocent looking package the size of a cigarette lighter that opens up underneath the box and every instinct she has tells her that this is more valuable than the box itself. And it was insanely well concealed. Had she stolen the box, the tracker in that small package would have led them right back to where she took the thing.
5rGrenademan slides two paint grenades under the truck and four of the robbers slip down. Over all, the guards are being wrapped up in this, and while no one is killed the guards are scuffed up a bit hardly injured. The robbers have been tumble dried and one has a broken arm but no death.

Frank stands up and says, "Forstooh villain, desist your theft of the" he looks at the guard and asks, "What is it that she's stealing?"

The guard points to a manifest, which the highly distractable Grenadmean goes over and checks enough to give Domino a head start as he says, "Import #4329 Export Liscence 9575 Classified."

Neena Thurman has posed:
The bigger box is given a quick looking over in Domino's hands which causes further separation, a smaller and more dense feeling box popping right out of it. Not only does it FEEL more important, it'll fit much nicer in one of her spare belt pouches. Score!

She even gets to save on her ammo bill for this gig as everyone's literally up in arms and covered in paint with each other. Seriously, there's nothing more she has to do here. Nobody to gun down, not even any cops to evade.

But there IS a lovely looking matte black sport bike idling nearby. It only has a little paint on it. No big deal.

Of course she about busts out laughing at some guy yelling in Ye Olde English or whatever but y'know what, that's not her problem! She's just gonna crank this here throttle, pop a wheelie, and soar off into the proverbial sunset with another job good and done.

"What a wacky frickin' day" she thinks to herself. "I should go get a lotto ticket."