20328/Improv with the Doc
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| Improv with the Doc | |
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| Date of Scene: | 28 March 2025 |
| Location: | Sunset Street and North Street |
| Synopsis: | Scandal performs surgery for the Doc. |
| Cast of Characters: | Dr. Phosphorus, Scandal Savage
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- Dr. Phosphorus has posed:
It's a cold early spring evening, just before nightfall. Dr. Phosphorus is burning however. He already dealt with several below par thugs who got drunk and jailed in Gotham. That was easy. Stop payment for them, withdraw the bail fund and let them see how little information he gave them to bargain with. However, Scandal required a driver and backup. Well the good doctor was never one to avoid risk or get his hands bloody. He assumed the two of them would be adequate to deal with the Blood Borne who's replies to his toll requirements were, rude and scatological.
See when you're already in deep shit (they lost their drug lab and a bunch of soldiers and techs) you don't go courting trouble. True he was out of action (apart from government work) for fifteen years or so but you could Google him. Ask your dad.
besides, what he did here would send a message to anyone who wanted to mess with him and his little operation. Don't poke the skeleton.
He meets Scandal near a lone telephone pole, part of a disused line, disconnected and forlorn. Doc gets out of the pickup he'd acquired, lab coat flapping in the breeze. cigarette between his teeth.
"I want them to live if possible. Tell their bosses what we did. I am sorry about the lack of back up but I hope I am sufficient. You have these things happen with any start up." He takes a drag on the cigarette. He waits for her to speak before he starts the chainsaw.
- Scandal Savage has posed:
This time of night, this deep into the city, it's been a cross-town train and then a cab. Compared to doing business in Brazil, the infrastructure here is terrible. Scandal pops out of a cab, remembers at the last moment to tip, and then crosses the last half block on foot with a ridiculously heavy hockey bag slung over her back. It bumps and clunks and sometimes there's a clanking noise from it.
"You're losing me. I'm not going up against the boss, that being you.." But she breathes in deep, finger-combing her bangs back, "But you ring me up now and then say everyone has to live. Okay. Have it your way, boss."
Thunking the bag down, she unzips the side and draws out the long, heavy lament blades. Strapping one onto her left wrist, she looks up at Dr. Phosphorous with a faint grin, "Terrible, traumatic blood loss it is." Then comes the mask, slipped into place and with something going flat in her eyes once it's on. Here comes the right blade, and the hockey bag is deflated and empty. "You know, of course, that even with a cubano blade you have to hang back. I don't get paid if you die."
- Dr. Phosphorus has posed:
Dr. Phosphorus shrugs. "I'm not dying. If lead starts flying, get behind me. I can melt bullets. And I did say 'if possible'. I may shish kebaab one of these morons to let them see what they're dealing with. As long as one survives, I have no quarrel with you. Now'scuse me."
The chainsaw roars to life. With three cuts, the pole comes down across the old service road. He tosses the saw in the back of the pick up and retrieves a tank of kerosene. That gets poured onto the pole. He tosses the tank into the pick up bed and then waits, still smoking his cigarette.
"What do they call those... Brazilian drinks? Lime cane juice and some kind of incendiary? They like a margarita's sexier older sister... if the margarita was a skinny tween with braces?" A panel truck appears a mile down the road, coming around a bend.
- Scandal Savage has posed:
"Sure, you're immortal. Except it's my luck that someone's putting the boots to a Storm and has some sort of skeleton-melting raygun." Rubbing her mask into place with the back of one wrist, Scandal patiently watches the impromptu lumberjacking going on. It's not like she can do better so she hangs back to let Dr. Phosphorous do his work, with a mild glint in the eyes when the kersosene comes out. With a nice blaze going, she's much more agreeable.
"It's not as bad as it sounds. Like rum's big sister that just got out of juvie." Speaking of, here she is with her blades ready and mask on her face. It's not comfortable and she's vain enough to worry about how it looks. While squinting at the traffic coming along, she spares a glance towards Dr. Phosphorous, "Do you mind if I meet you halfway?"
Whatever it is, there's no point in doing it halfway. One jump upwards, onto someone's sagging fence, and then a second jump onto the little overhang above their walk-up door. One more and then a smack of blades to balance herself and she's crouched atop the nearest roof, with a little wiggle-waggle of the left hand blades.
- Dr. Phosphorus has posed:
Dr. Phosphorus touches the kerosene drenched pole as the truck pulls up. Then he walks through the fire, clothes burning away, looking like a lit up iodine bottle. The effect is immediate. The truck stopped, closer to Doc then Scandal, a little past her perch on the highway. Gang bangers pile out of it, Mac-10s and Aks at the ready.
"You think you bad freak?! We're the Blood Born!" A hail of gunfire erupts.
None of it reaches Phosphorus. A wave of heat obliterates the bullets before they reach him. The burning man stands there. Let them focus on him, give Scandal a chance to see who and what she works for, spread his rep a little and give her a chance to work. He just stands there, not replying, enduring the barrage until several paicked members shakily reload.
- Scandal Savage has posed:
On the balance, she does like Dr. Phosphorus' odds against bullets. The knockoff rifles are a little concerning, but absent a cardiovascular system to support she thinks he can manage pretty well.
Except she's not hired for brainpower, is she? Scandal steels herself once the brakes lock and wheels squeel, and once the first thug is hopping out of the truck she's in motion. The first time a finger strokes a trigger, she's landing behind the truck. And by the time that the first SMG has had time to cycle, she's swinging out.
Someone is going home with a limp now after that wide sweep the blades hits behind the knees, putting trauma to work on her side. The second gangbanger she's target is lucky, since she just rams a shoulder into the middle of his spine and uses her momentum to shove him out of the way - keeping in mind the need to have someone living afterwards, the third thug she targets just has icy blades scraping across his scalp and pressing down. Enough to draw blood and also to make it clear that the regional delicacy, head cheese, will be on the menu soon. "Whoever you're buying from owes you a refund. I can hear the bolt grinding from here."
- Dr. Phosphorus has posed:
Dr. Phosphorus walks towards the bangers who are now aware of Scandal. A couple flee. One remains to deal with Scandal and one continues to fire at Phosphorus. One is maimed and lying on the ground. Do reaches out as the rifle jams or runs dry, his hand on the man's face. His other hand grabs his throat.
"Ever have your eyelids burnt off? Makes hit hard to sleep. there's no need to kill you. Your friends... that's up in the air. I need you to take your limping friend out of here in this van nd let the ahem underworld know what is what here. Of and give me all the fucking money from the smack you peddled back in Brooklyn. Forget my toll. I see you and your apes here again, you die." Smoke seeps between Phosphorus' fingers and the man shrieks. When Doc removes his hand the wannabe has a hand burnt on his face.
"It's a lousy first degree burn. Don't be a baby. Man up and get me that money. Or I will leave you to my friend."
- Scandal Savage has posed:
Not even breathing hard, Scandal holds her blades in place until Dr. Phosphorus makes his point clear. Then she kind of adds a little impetus - blades slide from the top of his head to the back of the neck, with a little scrape of her other hand to make sure her point is clear. Walking away is still possible; and so is being turned into cutlets. "We do like money." It's exciting, but.. she's not even breathing hard. Scandal has a regular, paced heartbeat, without even a little hiccup in her heart rate. "So.. scurry."
The blades don't become less threatening but there is some restraint in how she uses them. The other hand is just hanging by her side - between getting chopped in half and having a palm print burned into the flesh, Scandal is okay with just letting the gunman figure things out on his own at this point. "If we don't get paid, think positive; your people can put you in the child sized coffin." And then there it is, the scrape of her other hand against asphalt.
- Dr. Phosphorus has posed:
Hand Face, the newest theme criminal in Gotham, reaches into the truck and retrieves a case. He opens it for Phosphorus. Doc faintly purrs. "Excellent. You can take your gimpy friend and go. You can even take the rifles, we don't want them. Drive fast to Dr. Thompkins' and she might be able to do something for him. Go straight and maybe the Wayne Foundation has a program for you. Now get outta here!" He watches the truck depart.
"That went well, apart from those idiots who ran... I'm not interested in them. So you want to come back to the office for some bourbon and a cigar to celebrate or do you need a lift somewhere?" He reaches into the pickup cab and fishes out a track suit he starts pulling on.
- Scandal Savage has posed:
Stretching her arms up and letting her blades hang down behind her back, Scandal really does prefer not to accidentally cut someone. Easist way to manage that while still remaining combat capable, "Depends. Paying me out now or..?" Even with the mask on there is the sound of a grin there; she sounds too cheerful to be playing it straight, after the limpy one and his palm-printed friend are taking off, and the spoils are there in Dr. Phosphorus' hands. "I'll walk, actually. I need to get used to this place."
And finally, /finally/ she lets loose with what's been bothering her, "Why is is so hard to put a train line from one side of town to the next? You'd think that the place was built around a volcano." Big sigh, roll of the eyes, Scandal is prepared to walk off from there.
- Dr. Phosphorus has posed:
Dr. Phosphorus shrugs and counts out Scandal's share. "No idea, probably so many people using Uber. I'm smiling right now. Here you go!" He hands her the money. "I'll do an accurate count back home. I'll make up any shortage next time we get together. I'd like you to consider working together long term. You come across as part minx and part leopard but I can see there's a brain there. I need a co-manager." Look at him, monologuing like old times.
