2123/Heist-Halting

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Heist-Halting
Date of Scene: 16 June 2020
Location: Downtown Manhattan
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Gwen Stacy, Hope Summers, Abby Oster




Gwen Stacy has posed:
Someone probably thought they were a fricking genius, planning this out. It had taken a few weeks worth of planning, a lot of research and a little intimidation, but now the would-be heisters knew the route of a certain cash-collecting armored truck headed down on its rounds before it made its way back to Happy Harbour and the supposedly unrobbable 1st National Bank. Hitting a truck full of several business' takings was far far easier than dealing with silent alarms and SWAT teams, right?

At first glance it would have looked like an accident, the large Semi-trailer turning down a wrong street and blocking the Van's path, but the sudden screeching of tires announcing two SUV's full of armed men pulling up behind with a collection of automatic weapons and store-bought shotguns advance on the vehicle, the last man bringing with him a heavy 'Jaws of Life' repurposed for more selfish means. All going well, this would be over in minutes.

But criminals rarely had that sort of luck!

Generally Gwen's 'Patrol' usually boiled down to swinging around the city, listening in on the police radio and trying to pounce on crimes to help where she can. Today however? The blonde behind the mask just sort of...got lucky. One particular gap between buildings and her eyes widen at the sight of the 'Goon's piling out towards the armored car? The Ghost-Spider twists on her line and flings herself in the new direction.

Hope Summers has posed:
Hope Summers doesn't exactly belong here. This world in general isn't her own. For some people, that would be disorienting. For Hope? It's been more...freeing than anything else. No expectations, not much in the way of responsibilities. All she has to do is try //not// to screw things up. On the other hand, her entire life has been about fighting the good fight, and she's not really in a mood to //not// fight.

She was just exploring the city when she heard the noise of the crash. And instead of being a reasonable, rational human being and running away from the danger, she decided to run //toward// it. Like a Summers.

She rounds the corner just just time to see the crew headed toward the van, brows rising. "Huh. And here I was thinking this place was...safe." Except it comes with a grin that looks like she's not entirely disappointed.

Abby Oster has posed:
It's amazing how someone can be so in awe of those people who dress up in their hero costumes and prowl the city looking for good deeds to do, and yet feel like such a freaking moron when doing the same thing. Abby's new to the whole super-hero thing, though, and if it weren't for some serious words between her and some rather more experienced powered-sorts, well. She'd be out here in her street clothes causing trouble for herself any anyone else who bothered.

But now she has a super-alias and she even found a nice soul in mutant-town to make her a suit; it covers her face from the nose up and has flaps of fabric that stretch out when she spreads her arms, aiding her natural leaping ability with a little bit of controlled soaring. And so here she is jumping around from rooftop to rooftop and window to window, and she feels less like a superhero than a creep-- and if nobody can see her face, well. Everyone can see her legs, which are a much better identifier. It's only by chance in the middle of practicing in her new suit that she spots //an actual spider person// doing the spider person thing OMG! and she loses concentration, tumbling down five or six stories before she catches herself with one set of talons on a ledge, then, re-angling herself, she springs off and across the street, then back across again, following the spidery person at a respectful, somewhat timid distance, toward the scene of the crash that's... yes, a little more than a crash. Oh, heck. Is Abby about to Do A Hero Thing?

Gwen Stacy has posed:
The graceful swing from high-position made, Gwen's form streaks through the air only for a last-second -zip- of her Webshooter to snag a streetlight and change her direction. Carrying the momentum through, the white-costumed girl lands perched on the very same lamp near the stalled truck as the two-man team of the truck are left with their hands raised and the heisters move to encircle their prize for their own 'security'. Police could be here any minute after all, if someone saw something and picked up a phone...but they hadn't counted on vigilanties being so very close by!

A sudden high-pitched 'ZIP' noise brought with it a cry of suprise, the mook with the cutters suddenly finding himself yanked upwards to dangle by his feet, hoisted to dangle below Gwen before she gracefully flipped off her perch and landed neatly on her ballet shoes.

"So is robbing money trucks like...Uber Eats for bank robbers or something?"

The sudden burst of gunfire that comes her way and forces Gwen to dive sideways, putting a poor parked car between her and the bullets suggests her humor wasn't appreciated.

With the heroine having made such a public show of her arrival? The gunmen hadn't quite noticed the charging Summers or gliding Abby just yet!

Hope Summers has posed:
As Gwen and the unfamiliar hero approach the scene, Hope takes a moment to get a good look at everything. Unfortunately, wandering around with very large guns is frowned upon in this place and time, so she's unarmed. And with no known handy mutations around...well, she's pretty limited on the powers front too. Not that it means there's nothing she can do.

Leaving the flashy heroics to the costumed sorts, she starts to jog through the chaos, moving from cover to cover as she creeps up on the nearest distracted goon with a gun.

Abby Oster has posed:
There's a sort of light //thuddd// when Abby lands on top of the truck, her momentum almost carrying her off of the side of it except for that she digs in against the paint with her talons and nails-on-a-chalkboards herself to a halt sort of dangling over the edge, then scrabbles up to flatten herself to the top of the tall vehicle. She's here! Now what? Keep calm, Abby, just look at what's going on. Someone's shooting at the spider-person. That's //rude//. Abby shrugs up her sholders and edges forward over the windshield of the stalled vehicle, fixing the man in her sights and then spreading her maw wide, disgorging a long, black-grey mottled tentacle like the tongue of a frog, grabbing the gun and yanking it back to swallow it whole.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
The goon's security setup around the van was a good idea, it allowed them to look in all directions and call out threats while the man with the cutter worked. Perfect planning that didn't quite manage to survive an encounter with reality, since now they were all focused on the white, black and purple blur that was the Ghost Spider. Then Abby lands nearby and those that weren't looking towards Gwen were suddenly drawn upwards with a cry of "WHAT THE F-?" as a firearm was yanked straight out of one man's hand and -Swallowed- right in front of them.

Gross, but a perfect window for Hope to make her move on distracted heisters.

Coiling down behind her car-turned-cover, Gwen's form springs high, leaping up faster than the men can raise their guns and extending her arms towards the men. Short bursts of webbing, more a salvo of shots than a line slam into the men, knocking two off their feet and then snaring them to the ground before she lands and leaps into the close-quarters fray. Punching was the order of the day, and these guys didn't seem to be crack-shots.

Of course, she'd seen the 'flying frog girl's trick', eyes widening behind the mask, but then Gwen was left to weave and strike between the closest of the five remaining heisters.

She could chat later.

Hope Summers has posed:
Even Hope has to take a moment of pause when the new arrival's tongue snaps out. "Huh." Sure, she's seen some crazy mutations and powers, but that was still a pretty new one. No time for thinking too hard on that, though!

With the goons distracted by the flashier sorts, she's able to step in behind one of them, kicking the back of his knee to bring him down as she reaches out to grab his forearm and relieve him of his gun.

She moves with a quick, efficient force, all practicality and very little art to it. But it's effective. Like the way she brings the butt of the gun down on his temple once she's freed it from his grasp.

Abby Oster has posed:
Well, it wasn't a tongue, but given that it shot out of her mouth and grabbed a gun like a fly, Abby can forgive people for thinking as much. When she rises from her crouch on the top of the armored vehicle, though, everyone is staring at her, and even if nobody can see her eyes through the black fabric of her costume, she turns her head to make eye contact with all of them, rising up on demonic raptor-legs as she slowly turns. Nobody else is shooting, and she can only assume it's because nobody else is interested in volunteering his weapon for dessert, but she holds their attention well enough just standing there while Hope and the Spider make work of the goons. She scratch-creaks her way down to the butt-end of the vehicle where the fellow with the jaws of life is working on cracking the armored car, and, with a tap, tap-tap of one talon, she jumps down onto his head and shoulders and grabs hold. It's //not// a comfortable position for him, and he falls, yelling.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
The original wielder of the 'Jaws of Life' was still dangling upside down from the pole where Gwen had left him, but the man who'd thought himself clever and hauled the fallen equipment over to take on the job while the fighting starts? He gives a noise of terror as he's suddenly grabbed by the costumed Abby. Yeah, very much not comfortable.

Hope's ambushed goon was a keen thug with a gun, but compared to Hope's practiced strikes and having a clear drop on him? He crumples and hits the ground at the very edge of conciousness, rattled and out of the fight.

Three goons left, Gwen extends a hand, snaring the forearm of one mook's arm and then leaping high enough to tug him heavily into the side of the van with a resounding 'thud' before the other hand comes up to afix him swiftly to the side of the vehicle. Landing elegantly near Hope, there's a light whistle from the Spider.

"Nice! Where did you learn -that-?"

Then she's running, rushing towards another man who was trying to bring his weapon on the pair while inside the unlucky (or very lucky) van the drivers are finally on their radio, calling for police assistance.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Really long story," Hope calls back to Gwen, apparently unfazed by the passing of the spider-person. What she'd really like to do is fire the gun in her hands. Every instinct says to finish it before they can finish her. But firing a gun into this chaos is more likely to end up with other people panicking, injured, and dead, so she instead tucks it into the back of her pants with a grimace. Now would be the time to let the people with powers handle who's left.

Instead, she goes to the downed goons, starting to restrain them with shoelaces, belts...anything that's handy.

Abby Oster has posed:
And the third of the three remaining finally remembers he's got a gun and levels it at Abby while she's standing there with actual blood on her claws, trying to detach herself from the guy on the ground without, you know, tearing any of his flesh loose, but he is //writhing// and not making it easy for her. Can you tell this is her first time doing something like this?

A shot rings out, and the black-clad figure with the weird legs goes //flying// sideways off of the guy, ripping some considerable divots of flesh away as she goes, landing on the ground as limp as a rag doll and skid-rolling along it a few turns afterward.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Crap. One of the heroes(?) or at least helpers had been shot. It was enough to bring a curse behind her mask as she surged forward and socked the guy hard enough to feel bones break. That goon was going to be eating through a straw for a while, but things were already getting messier for Gwen than she'd like. Two left, Hope was working on securing those that were downed and not restrained? The Ghost-Spider just lashes out with a heavy kick before springing off her other foot to follow-up and leave the man skidding down onto the pavement. Finally, one to go.

One...who no longer thought himself a genius as he lifted his hands and dropped his weapon in surrender.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Crap," Hope echoes Gwen's unspoken thought as Abby goes flying, taking a quick assessment of the downed goons. "Gonna check on her!" she calls over to Gwen, trusting the spider-person to keep the situation here in hand. Probably better than she can, all things considered. Steps quick, she jogs over to where Abby hit the pavement.

"Hey," she calls over softly, trying to make sure she doesn't startle her into lashing out. "Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Abby Oster has posed:
"Mmmgmm," is a non-committal noise from Abby. This is not a good look for her debut. "M'good, owwww...wwww," she winces as she tries to straighten herself out from her crumpled position on the pavement, reaching a hand to the spot where the bullet hit her, hissing, but not finding any blood. "I don't think it went... in." Still hurt like a //mother,// though, and knocked her all the way out of the battle zone. She aims her eyes vaguely around the space, then looks up to Hope, though the black fabric over her eyes disguises exactly where she's looking. "Is that dude OK?" she grimaces and sits up slowly, clutching her side.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
One liberal appliction of weblines later, the last man was secured and Gwen was headed towards the front of the van, tapping on the glass to address the drivers. "So uh...you're gonna need to wait for the cops. I kinda stuck a guy or two to the side of the van. Sorry!" One little 'thumbs-up' later and she was rounding the corner, looking towards where Hope was checking in on Abby who apparently seemed to be alright. Getting shot hurt like hell, but at least the mystery helping hand was okay.

"Thanks for the assist," she speaks before glancing towards the clawed thug and giving a little whince, but already sirens were audible in the distance. There had been a lot of shooting after all!

"He's gonna need a bandaid or two, but the cops should be able to patch him up," the masked woman speaks with a wave of her hand. It -did- look painful, but he wasn't bleeding out.

"I sort of need to..." a thumb jerked in the universal symbol of exiting, the Ghost-Spider looks between the pair once more. "But thanks! And if you stick around for the cops, tell them the Ghost Spider just happened to be in the neighbourhood."

One -thwip- later, and she was intending to flee the scene like any good Spider in NYC.

Hope Summers has posed:
"Uh, pretty sure all dudes involved have been securely brained and restrained," Hope answers Abby first, then raises a hand in salute to Gwen. "Ghost Spider?" she echoes as she starts to swing off, then looks back to Abby with a shake of her head. "Spiders. Very complicated." She offers a hand to Abby then, ready to help her up.

"But she's got the right idea. Best not to hang around these sort of places after the fun's over if you don't want to answer some really awkward questions. Or get mistaken for the person who started it."

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby lets out a sigh of relief-- she really didn't need to have mauled someone to death today. And there's a //Ghost Spider// thanking her, all at the same time. "Uh-- thank //you//," she answers back half-sensibly, then grins at Hope and takes her hand, grunting a little as she gets her talons back under her and she rises, stretching out her side. "Oh, that's a good idea. Um. I'm A-- err." No names, Abby. This is why you picked a super alias. "Chick-a-plao," she gives her code-name, for the first time, to anyone, so... yeah, it's not one anyone has ever heard of before, unless they're into Hamilton. "Thanks for checking on me."