17798/Opposite, but unequal, reactions

Opposite, but unequal, reactions
Date of Scene:	28 April 2024
Location:	Boardwalk - St Martin's Island
Synopsis:	Slip catches Beast Boy off guard. Threats were made.
Cast of Characters:	Gar Logan, Silana Kines

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Gar Logan has posed:
In the distance, the looming structure of Titans Tower can be seen. It was late Saturday night, which was perfect for pizzaing. Especially on the boardwalk overlooking the bay.

It was late enough that the crowd was starting to disperse, most of the businesses were closed, and it was just the moonlight hanging over the water, illuminating it with a faint sheen.

And with the cheese pizza next to him, Garfield threw a slice to some nearby seagulls. He was dressed casually, in sneakers, button-up shirt, and shorts, his fang sticking out over his lip as he looks thoughtful over the water.

Just an hour or two earlier, he had put on a show for some of the late nite goers on the boardwalk, drawing lots of attention and laughter. So now it was more... peaceful.

He kinda liked it like this.

Silana Kines has posed:
    Slip has been watching some targets for a while. Heroes. Villains. Anyone who fights with little regard for people and property around their battles. She's got a list, with various people on it. On that list is one Beast Boy, green goof that he is, for his tendency to cause property damage, and, occasionally when in some of his larger forms, cause injuries he didn't even seem to notice.
    Slip has come loaded for bear, starting with a tranq gun, the sort they use on scientific expeditions, and she's set up at the end fo a pier, in an empty apartment looking over the ocean. She's dressed in fatigues, and has a simple balaclava to hide her face. Beast Boy's tendency to make unscheduled public appearances is well documented, so she has been waiting for a day like today, waiting for those around her target to be well away from most things breakable, and people too. The moonlit piere is about as good a chance as she's going to get.

    So she takes her shot. The tranq gun makes a loud PAFF, as the CO2 powered rifle spits a tranq dart designed for big game at the hero as he munches pizza on the boardwalk.

Gar Logan has posed:
    One of the things that Beast Boy had that a lot of heroes didn't? Dumb luck.

    Slip's shot was good. Fantastic, really. What it didn't account for were the seagulls that started to flock to Gar at the thought of pizza. And it just so happened that one of those gulls, moving to land on Gar's shoulder, lands right in front of the shot.

    Which was a good thing, as it might have put him out entirely.

    And of course, this makes all the seagulls flap away, and it takes Gar a moment to understand what else was going on, glancing to the fallen bird at first. Of course he doesn't notice Slip, that Paff likely hidden by the rush of the ocean waves.

    He gets a better clue when he sees the dart in the bird. "Hey!" he calls out. "Someone shooting at me?" Obvious things were obvious. He reaches for his communicator - and realizes he left it in the Tower. He didn't need it, the Tower was /right there/ after all!

    But right now, that was too far away.

Silana Kines has posed:
    Slip grunted, as her shot gets blocked by a seagull. Nearly as bad as pigeons, those. Her hands move to smoothly pull back the bolt on the dart gun, and pick up another dart, chambering it steadily. This, of course, gives Gar several seconds to figure out a course of action, and she is certain she won't be able to hit him with a sneak shot now. So she stands, pushing the rifle into a fold in space. She'll use it again if she gets the chance, but she needs to contain him to this area...

    So she does the best thing she can think of, and hops out of a window, slipping herself down to the ground, using the momentum cancelling properties of her spatial manipulation to land on the ground, just in front of the pier. She starts to stalk towards the young man. While she's fairly big for a human, she's not exactly an Amazon, but she caries herself with a certain huntress' grace.

    "Surrender, and this can be easy." She calls out as she approaches, giving up the element of surprise for the hope of a somewhat peaceful resolution.

Gar Logan has posed:
    Beast Boy turns, feeling a brief pang of sympathy for the fallen gull. But he had to focus up right now, his hands curling in front of himself as he lifts it into a fighty fist.

    Slip was revealing herself, and the tall woman in the bakalava causes him to stiffen up. Guns. One of his weaknesses. Sorta. "Yeah, not happening," he says. "So how about /you/ surrender!" he says mightly.

    One of his favorite forms - a tiger. He throws himself forward, his form elongating and stretching in the air seamlessly and smoothly until he lands on all four paws.

    "Or, you know, talk it out. Who are you, anyways?" he says, eyes wary as he watches the graceful motions of the woman. He wasn't really the thoughtful type, but certain vibes he caught onto faster than others. Animal and hunter vibes, for sure.

Silana Kines has posed:
     Slip shakes her head, "You don't get it do you? You're just like all the others. You call yourself a Hero, but you're all too ready to sacrifice people, property, anything that gets in your way." she doesn't answer who she is, but she does 'talk it out'. "I've had enough of all of you. Heroes. Villains. All of you willing to destroy half a city block any time you start fighting. This pier is isolated enough to keep things contained." She reaches out, and her hand begins to look.. distorted, like a heat haze is building around it.. but rather than heat, she seems to seize something, and drag it out of the haze, another gun, this one a small pistol, with a laser dot on it.

    "I have no desire to hurt you. But I assure you, Hero, you will answer for your crimes today." she says with bravado, standing at the end of the long pier, not closing with the large tiger.

Gar Logan has posed:
    The tiger keeps his head low, watching Silana carefully. With him being at the end of a pier, and her having ranged weapons - he doubted he could change into something small enough, quickly enough - and doubted he could charge without catching a bullet.

    Plus, he wasn't sure he wanted to hurt her at this point.

    Those tiger eyes pop open, wide open. "... did I hurt you? Or someone you knew? I'm sorry about that, it can be hard to... you know, keep an eye on everything when I'm trying to fight some supervillain," he says.

    There was collateral damage a lot, she wasn't wrong about that, and while the Titans tried to minimize that collateral damage - it still happened.

    "So if you don't wanna hurt me..." he says, stalking the other direction, trying to inch nearer to Silana, in case he did have to pounce. "What do you wanna do?"

Silana Kines has posed:
    Her pistol raises up into a tight stance, as she glares at him, shifting her weight to one side as she steps back. "Well, I'd love for you to change back to your human shape, put on some restraints, and come quietly. I've prepared a package detailing your reckless endangerment, including your actions yesterday at that protest. I was willing enough to focus on some villains for a while, but you heroes are always looking to prove that you can get more dangerous than the villains you're fighting." she snaps.
    Her gun aims down the pier at him, but mostly, it's a deterrent, ready to shoot if he rushes her, but not firing herself.

    "And not that it matters, but no. /You/ weren't the one that hurt me. But there are always heroes like you, reckless, unaware of those around them."

Gar Logan has posed:
    Maybe it was a trick. Maybe it was something else. But Beast Boy would always be ready to throw down against a jerk in a mask if he needed to. But he wasn't quite sure that this woman was, at this point.

    The tiger that was Beast Boy looks thoughtful for a moment, and then seems to shift back towards human at the end of that pier, his hands held up in surrender. "Alright. If you're not going to hurt me - I think it'd be reasonable to hear you out," he says.

    "I'd like to hear your story, at least," he says.

    "But if you ever decide to go after my friends or anything like that," he says, his eyes narrowing some. "That wouldn't be cool at all, dude. I'd have to do something about that." That was his tough guy look. With his normally peppy tone, that might not work so well.

Silana Kines has posed:
    Slip snorts softly, shaking her head, as she lowers the gun slightly when he changes back to human. "You're rather trusting, Hero." she sneers, as she reaches out. Her left hand slides into another of those distortions, and she produces a tablet from thin air, much like she did her weapon. She hefts it, then lowers it slowly to the ground without turning it on, and kicks it towards him, before backing off a bit.

    "Your friends aren't the problem. You are." she says sternly. "You want to know the story? Let's focus on yours first. Yesterday, you changed into a giant ape, to remove a protestor in a cocoon. Were you even aware of the car you kicked while removing the civilian?" she points out. "This isn't a unique occurrence for you. You tend towards the big, flashy transformations, without taking into account the people and things around you. Your team lacks the destructive potential you have, or has a better tendency to control it in the cases that they match or exceed your power." she claims. "The evidence is on the tablet. Look at it, Hero."

Gar Logan has posed:
    "Isn't that part of being a hero? Trying to see and believe in the good in others?" asks Garfield, his eyes searching that of the woman's. His lips purse tightly, though, as she kicks the tablet over towards him. He keeps his hands up as he keeps his eyes on her.

    And when the tablet skitters to a stop, he stoops forward to pick it up. "There was a lot going on," he says, sounding honestly remorseful. "I was super concerned with the person in front of me," he says, bringing his hand up to rub his forehead and then his shoulder. While he might argue about destructive potential, as he was sure someone like Raven or Starfire could level cities, he wasn't exactly a lightweight. And he got the point that she was making.

    He turns the tablet on, with a heady sigh.

    "Well. How could I make it right by you?" he asks, glancing up again.

Silana Kines has posed:
    The tablet has a folder with Beast Boy's name. It is a Greatest 'Hits' reel, focused on Gar, and his tendency to go big, and go home. Cars stomped, buildings broken, occasionally, though rarely, people hurt. There are other folders, for other Teen Titans, but they're marked as 'Responsible', and their folders are much smaller, less frequent with the collateral damage.

    "I'm not the one you need to do right by. I'm just the one trying to stop the chaos. You heroes don't want to police your own? Fine. I will. You want to make things right? Be better. Take responsibility for your actions. Be more aware of your actions. You'll find a list of damages you've inflicted, in this city and others, and a list of people that have suffered those damages, under your folder. Find those people, and make it right by them. They're the ones who you've hurt." She pauses, looking over the younger hero, and lets out a sigh.

    "I don't think you're trying to hurt people, kid. But people are getting hurt. You need to start trying to avoid it." She lectures him, as she reaches out, pushing her handgun into a distortion like the one she pulled it out of.

Gar Logan has posed:
    Lifting up the tablet, Gar flicks through the reel. He wanted to defend himself - who wouldn't? And while he felt he had a decent enough explanation for at least some of these greatest hits, that would be disingenous. "I mean... yeah," he says. "Sometimes you gotta be a T-Rex or a gorilla or a wolfman," he says. "If I had laser eyes..." he says.

    But he sighs anyways, leaning down to kinda set the tablet down. He lifts his hands up again, wiggling his fingers in the air.

    "I actually kinda appreciate that. It's hard to tell sometimes, you know, the news doesn't report on some of this stuff, and I'm not like... Robin rich," he says. "But I think a good sorry given to the right people would go a long way."

    The handgun disappears, and his hand goes down. "You know I probably would've listened without you shooting at me," he says. The gull, tranquilized from before, was still safely sleeping in spite of massive amounts of tranquilizer.

    "I'm a nice guy, I promise," he says, putting on that cheeky grin of his, one fang longer out of one side of his mouth.

Silana Kines has posed:
    "I was planning to leave you and the tablet for the cops to sort out. I can't say I am sure that this is better." Slip admits with a shrug. "Nice isn't what I care about, Beast Boy. Responsibility is. I'll be watching. Be better." She demands, taking a few steps back, and hopping into the air. There's a strange distortion, and she's standing on top of an awning on the side of a building. Another hop, another flicker, and she's in a windowsill. Then she's ducking through the building, and vanishing from view.