19436/Jugesis

Jugesis
Date of Scene:	06 November 2024
Location:	West Bushwick (Mutant Town)
Synopsis:	Cain and Evan swap stories about Mary Jane's unrivaled reputation in Olympic Curling.
Cast of Characters:	Cain Marko, Evan Sabahnur, Mary Jane Watson

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Cain Marko has posed:
Mutant Town is no stranger to feuds, fights, brawls and other assorted forms of chaos and a little bit of crime and mess making now and again. The nature of even benign mutant powers means that some arguements can result in just a little bit more then voices being raised. In this instance a raised voice might shatter windows a few apartments over. A thrown punch may trail with it a burst of fire. It's not a bad community for those who dwell here...but there are days when the occasional gaffee turns heads.

This is especially true among the local bars, dives, strip clubs and the like as they have seen their share of open arguements between various metahumans, mutants and humans often ending up in flashy results. So that a fight is breaking out at the 'Pink Kitten' on one of the street corners isn't an oddity in and of itself..as much as who the fight is involving and what happens next.

A loud *BOOOOM* roars through the area, the ground shaking from a seismic event and windows blowing out in both the strip club as well as the buildings up and down the street around it. A iigure goes smashing through the front of the building to slam into and through several parked cars across the street and then finally slam into a light pole some distance away after tearing the concrete up upon impacting into the ground. The fellow is a grey skinned bruiser with eyes of silver and a powerful, if not inhuman physique. He lays, dazed, before slowly sitting up, struggling to get his senses back around him. THe ground? It's still shaking.

The intensity worsens with all the impending trope of the T-Rex approaching from that one classic dinosaur film..and then the source is finally seen. An absolutely enormous man, brutish and unshaven with a shock of red hair begins emerging from the bar. As he walks forward, crimson energy crackles around hi - his body seemingly growing more larger, more monstrously proportioned. A mountain of sinew that dwarfs the other.

He walks forward through the entire front wall of the strip club with about as much trouble as someone has moving through a field of glass. . The building slides apart behind him, people emptying from the place in a panic as the behemoth of a man begins walking down the street towards the brawny grey skinned fellow.

Despite this chaos - the gargantua seems almost...bored! A stark contrast to what just happened.

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
The young non descript humanoid with grey skin and sickly red eyes was already present. He'd been leaning with his back against the wall, facing the facade of the building that was about to crumble from across the street. The long black lines across his cheeks made him look like a doll, but the lack of affect made him look patient, like he was waiting for something to happen. Like he had known in advance, despite the lack of warning and the suddenness of the violence.

Genesis's arm plumped and then dripped down until it reached the ground and puddled, it formed a pair of wheels and a platform, which he mounted quietly, and road his own body like a Segway scooter until he reached the area of the street between the Silver and Red bruisers. Then he lifted the Segway limb up, showed it to Cain, where it became an octagonal sign embossed with the letters S T O P.

"Sorry to interrupt." said Evan, voice laden with self loathing.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
She normally doesn't come into Bushwick, but she's on her way to meet a friend. Mary Jane is chatting over on the phone, "Yeah, yeah Betty, I totally get it. How are things wit.." Then the ground shakes as the building seems to peel itself apart over as she staggers.

"Going to have to call youb ack Betty, it's one of those times. Thanks, good luck with your story." She goes to very, very slowly put her phone away and then look up at the towering figure that was coming out of it. She would tense very, very much so while looking about the crowd. Finally taking a breath and calling out. "Hey, everyone, let's get out of here in a controlled fashion. Give the big guy some room." And hopefully nothing would drop down over the rest of them.

The blue metamorph shifting his body over like Plastic Man would make her slack jawed, even as she would focus on tryin to make sure that people in the area were getting out of there.

Cain Marko has posed:
The rather clear disruption of the structural integrity of the strip club is reason enough for the denizens to start filing out of what remains of the front entrance. though upon closer look, the interior of the club doesn't show signs of there actually being much of an internal brawl that took place. Aside from the damage caused by teh flight path of the silver-grey brute, the place seems largely intact with dancers quickly fheading for the back room and rear exits and other patrons entering the streets carefully. Some listen to Mary Jane, perhaps still dazed and stunned by what they witnessed and so unwilling to protest her directions...

A good portion meander, as if wanting to see what may happen next. Foolish, perhaps, but rubber necking is a trait everyone has be they alien, meta, mutant or human. So there isome loitering and resistance to jsut being ushered by someone who appears to merely be another local.

As to the giants.

The silver-grey bruiser attempts to stagger to his feet but falls back downwards again as the red-haired gargantua continues forward with an almost loping side to side swagger to his immense gait. As he gets closer...he speaks - deep voice rumbling a languid, "Well......you did insist.." clearly continuing some conversation that happened in the interior of the club. The colossal red-head raises an arm up, clenching a fist and producing a sound like boulders cracking as his knuckles pop. His bicep swells, giving the impression of a Buick as it splits the sleeves of his tee-shirt and casts shadow over the comparatively small mutant. "My turn." he rumbles boredly, "You just gotta see if you can handle my Sunday Punch---"

And suddenly ...Evan!

Citizen Cain actually -does- stop, his titanic arm hovering overhead in a ready position, swamping Evan in its shadw now as he looks down at the metamorph with some surprise and curoiusity..then he rumbles, "..You don't gotta apologize for anythin', chum. You just gotta not interfere... y'know?"

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
Evan nodded amiably, and then bloated suddenly, as if someone stuck an airhose in his ass. He kept bloating until he was about double the size of the larger of the two men. He looked around for a moment to get a view, his massive body moving slowly and inelegantly. Checking to make sure the area is clear of civilians, it isn't, so he reaches down slowly and awkwardly and nuddges a few back with a finger that was, at this point almost human sized. The creature that is Evan is now only vaguely human looking, its surface boiling with motion as the skin and parts arrange themselves. Two large cones appear tumescently from its neck and blast out:

"Thiiiiis bout is scheduled for one falll."

said the voice that was low, booming, and sluggish sounding, for all his power Evan has no idea what it truly means to be this large. He staggers back awkwardly, the sound of a car alarm under his foot is only briefly an issue before his massive weight snuffs it out. As far as Evan was concerned, they could have one good go at it before he was even going to try and stop it.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would take a few steps back as she gets a little better idea of what's going on here - Even seems to have separated the two, but what seems to have instigated this is something she hasn't figured out. But the brawlers are outside, and they seem to have been separated by Evan and are standing down for now - or at least trying to guess what he is, maybe?

As Evan goes to manifest.. Cones up in the air she just sort of opens her mouth and then closes it. "Didn't know Plastic Man had a sidekick." She would take a few steps back and then look around to try and keep on makingsure people were leaving the area.

Cain Marko has posed:
it is rare for Cain Marko to ever have a reason to look up at someone. Even at his most restrained, as the Exemplar of Physical Power - he's nearly always a giant of some sort. Indeed, even without the power of Cyttorak, mortal Cain Marko was still a very large man. So this is an oddity. Not unheard of but still an oddity. His size is merely a manifestation of being the avatar of destruction. Perhaps true size shifting is within his grasp but that's not here or now.

So when Evan grows and grows, the ten foot tall Cain is forced to arc an eyebrow and he actually lowers his flexed arm and relaxes the sinew there, deflating the monstrous flex and readiness to punch to look Evan over with clear curiousity. "Huh! No foolin"!"

THe grey skinned bruiser seems uncertain on what to do however. He's clearly still dazed and having Evan suddenly swell to a size that casts the other giant in shadow isn't helping him get his wits about him. He wobbles to his feet and begins backing off even more, clearly looking for a way out of what is seemingly clearly becoming a mess he was never in teh weight class to deal with.

This, however, has the effect of the red haired behemoth beginning to truly settle his full attention on Evan. He reaches up and rubs his nose with the back of a meaty hand and then rumbles slowly, "You got a few tricks up yer sleeves. So I take it you wanna take the guys place or something? Fair enough I guess. I'll let you take a shot on his behalf. I'll tell you waht... I"ll even put an arm behind m'back..."

He does so, leaning back abit as he looks up at Evan, "...I'll give you a free shot. No problem..."

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
Evan is losing control. He is swaying, his flesh is undulating in waves across his surface of grey skin and exaggerating bits of the costume he was wearing. Far below he can see someone he recognizes, someone who was recently important, he's vaguely aware he should be paying attention to it, but his mind is consumed with power that has overrun its usefulness.

His head lifts up, drawing its neck long with it into the sky, way hi, and then rockets toward the ground where it smashes into the pavement and deforms into something more lopsided and uncanny. One big eye, nearly as tall as Cain now looks upon the man, glassy and curious. The large round black orb in the center of the red pink bobs around in its confines trying to make some sense of Cain.

"Hiiiiit you?" blubbers the monster curiously, the flesh bubbling around Cain like an avalanche, as it tries to find room to shove its mass in the rapidly diminishing available space.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would look back and forth as Blue would be doing his wibble-wobbling and be flat out trying to not rudely stare as she would call out, "Uh, can we try and not level more of the street, Mister!" She would call out to Cain. "I don't really think any of us would be able to really do anything to you and there's no real need to mess up any more of the bar or the club."

She doesn't know who Cain is, but it definitely doesn't look like Evan would be able to do anything to him, and she doesn't want to escalate things more.

"I'm sorry that your night out for drinking and fun got messed up but there are other places you can go and we can't really risk having anyone else be hurt, pretty please?"

Cain Marko has posed:
A quick glance from Cain is all Mary Jane is afforded as he hears her pleas. His sharp blue eyes narrow slightly and the faintest frown touches upon what had previously been a more languid expression.

It should be clear that..he doesn't really give a damn about potential property damage. She's bsaically speaking words into one ear and out the other, at least at first.

The time it takes for him to look towards her, though, is the time for Evan's form to begin de-stablizing and Cain turns his attention back towards the unfortunante mutant just in time for the head to come slaming down into the ground infront of him. Cain lifts his other hand up from his back now, raising both palms upward in a surprised gesture as he takes a few steps backwards - footsteps shaking the ground in their own way from the mere pressure of his movements.

"Heeeey...what the hell is all this? Pull it together!" he demands as he moves, looking to step away from the field of any overflow being caused by the young mutants mass losing cohesion and flowing outwards. To that end, as the avalanche of the mutants flesh rolls forward towards him, Cain lifts one giant arm upwards to push up and back against the roiling mass to attempt to keep it at bay as he continues moving to try and prevent it from flowing fully over top hi. His impossible strength and unstoppable physicality is a boon in such an event - either pulling Evan's mass along with him or pulling free from it if it does attempt to wrap about and restrain his limbs. "Not what I had in mind!" he protests. If nothing else, the idea of him taking a swing seems to have left him.

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
"Where you gooooooinnnnnn..." says the voice, so loud now, so deep, and so disorganized it seems to come from all over, everywhere, at once. Somewhere deep in the confines of the fleshalanche; the wrecked car he stepped on, so much pressure, no room for escape, intense friction and BOOM. An explosion contained somewhere within Evan, the sublimation of solids turning into gas, expanding balloons of flesh out into the air in reaction, light visible through the thing stretch of organic material.

And then nearly as rapidly as it grew, the flesh collapses back into itself, assembling and folding, and minimizing, drawing back into the form of a an ordinary sized young man resting on the ground, unconscious, limbs splayed is if tossed there.

Cain Marko has posed:
Cain grimaces, expression a mixture of annoyance and confusion as the display of out of control mutation continues. As the voice rumbles from all directions around him, the huge man just sneers slightly ,.his previous languid attitude now fully replaced with the bubbling ire most often associated with him as he rumbles out, 'This aint what I was lookin' fer. I deal with enough wanna be H.P. Lovecraft nonsense when I'm dealing with the JLD.. This is my day off!"

But then the explosion occurs and Cain's eyes open slightly larger as he sees the flash boil thorugh the translucent flesh of the over-extended young mutant.

An instnat later and Evan is there on the ground and all is back to...normal? Well what passes for it perhaps.

Cain shakes his head and frowns as he looks over the street. Wisely, the patrons and bystanders began to clear out, truly clear out, when Evan was so obviously losing control and that includes the bruiser that started the fight with Cain to begin with. "Great..." rumbles the huge man, "What waste of my time..."

A few steps take him closer to Evan once again and he leans over him, peering down to try and get a better look at the mutant. He could just leave at this point. It was no fault of his that Evan decided to get into the middle of this and lost control of his own abilities after all..

But Cain, despite his reputaiton, is not without -some- empathy. "You got a cell phone? Put in a call to the Dstrict X folk. See if they can get someone down 'ere to help this guy out."

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
Evan's eyes fluttered. He sat up slowly looked around dazedly, and then wretched into small gap formed between his legs by the way he was sitting. He breathed slowly and glanced up at Cain, instantly but silently intimidated. As he regained his faculties he swooned, and then settled.

"What was the fight about anyway?" he asked Jugs.

Cain Marko has posed:
"Hn..."

Cain heaves a grunting sigh and slowly stands back up to his full height. He rubs the back of his head and glances around to eye the ruined stirip club and then the spot where the crushed car had been and then back towards Evan once more.

"You doin' all that John Carpenter's Thing meets Plastic Man stunts and worryin' about a bar fight? Tth.."

The moment of violence has passed however. Cyttorak remains unfulfilled and Cain's violent urges are more tapped down now. THe distraction caused by Evan seems to have done the trick more or less and clearly the matter was not so seroius as to demand the persistent ire of Marko.

"Guy didn't like my opinions on a few matters." he says vaguelly. "Decided to take a swing at me. Landed a hit. I asked him if he wanted to fight. He said yeah. So...I hit him back..."

That's perhaps an over simplified version but considering the nature of dives and the average bar brawl...it's not unfeasible.

"Just his bad luck that the guy he decided to hit happened to be me." Cain adds, still looking at the bar assessingly and then reaching into his pocket to pull out a thick roll of bills. "That was pretty dumb of you to try and get in the middle of that while clearly not havin' control over yer powers. Lucky you, it aint that serious but I don't much like folk trying to get in the way of me handling business but... water under the bridge now."

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
"I don't like criticism." admitted Evan dourly, he seemed to sulk or it was his natural disposition, either way it was unattractive. "I wasn't trying to get in the way, I had the best seat in the house." he sighed and stood up slowly, seeming to look about glumly at the lack of two Bricks beating each other to death and the subsequent exciting property destruction.

"Would you have killed him, you think?" he wondered of Cain a bit too calmly.

Cain Marko has posed:
"The hell? Didn't you show up and say 'stop'? And best seat in teh house? What was with all the size changing? You crushed a car."

Cain looks briefly dumbfounded at that and then Evan's further line of questioning. He recoils a touch and then peers at the young mutant curiously now.

"...That's ...I dunno, No? I wasn't settin' out to do it. He took my little love tap and managed to get back up. I was gonna just knock 'im out completely... I figured, based on the first hit that sent 'im flying, what it might take to do that without killing him...."

At this, the colossal red-head inclines his head slightly, now peering at Evan with clear scrutiny in his gaze. "...That's a morbid question. WHy you ask? You lookin' to see some death or something?"

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
Evan looked into the middle distance for a moment in silence, "Just curious how the other side things about these things." he admitted candidly. Then he glanced to Cain as if the answer was written in his eyes or on his face. "Do you have a lawyer to handle the slushfund for all the damage that you do, or is there just case after case of pending litigation with no satisfaction in sight?"

Cain Marko has posed:
"Other side? What's that supposed t'mean?"

Cain scrunches his face up in growing annoyance and that only continues as the line of questioning persists into matters that, judging by the look of him, he likely doesn't give two cents about.

"I don't need a lawyer kid. Let 'em catch me if they can... but..."

He does turn and step towards the ruined strip club, "I also clean up messes worth cleanin' up. This joint's a favorite of mine and it's not the owners fault that other guy was an idiot and swung at the wrong guy.." He pinches the thick set of bills in two meaty fingers, holding them aloft and waving the cash so Evan can see what he's about to do...and then he turns to prepare to head deeper into the bar.

"You probably wanna get out of here before District X, the cops, show up. You weren't exactly subtle yourself."

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
Evan Sabahnur scrunched his nose in consideration, then turned to look at the pancake car for a moment. He glanced around, opened his wallet and took out the 200 dollars of his monthly allowance and placed it gingerly on the wreck, grasping a small bit of debris to place atop it and hold it down. A poor imitation of Cain's play, but an imitation no less.

Not long after, Evan was gone. There was a palpable sense of relief in those brave enough to still be nearby.