2241/=Malfunction

=Malfunction
Date of Scene:	27 June 2020
Location:	Old Construction Site, Brooklynn
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Spencer Smythe, Landry Lugar, Felicia Hardy

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Spencer Smythe has posed:
This was bad. Smythe did not know how, but a protptype Slayer somehow escaped and was now loose somehwhere in Brooklynn. He immediatley dispatched as many drones and men to the area in possible hopes of recovering the Robot before it could cause any damage. Normally, he would be able to manually control his creation, but this Slayer was different, it was supposed to be a possible test for AI controlled Slayers. He only hoped that this very expensive Prototype wasn;t destroyed before it could be recovered. As he observed the surrounding arear with one of his drones, Smythe pulled out a Walkie-Talkie and said into it,

"Remember, the Prototype is to be recovered unharmed!"

Meanwhile, the sounds of heavy crashing was heard coming from a nearby construction site. Workmen rushed out of the site, screaming and panicking. A loud, almost reptilian roar was heard from within as a metal bar was tossed out of the site.

Landry Lugar has posed:
Landry Lugar had finally recovered from his last attempt at heroics. Classes were going well, since he'd dedicated his down time to getting caught up and ahead, but, now it was back to work. He was making his way through Brooklynn, heading to some bar or club or another. His 'normal' night job being one in demand near constantly around the busy city, his 'heroic' preclivities had been put aside for weeks now.

Or so he thought. He heard the rampaging going on in the construction site when he was walking passed it. He poked a look through the covered chainlink fence and saw what was going on. "Oh holy shi..." He swallowed hard, "Right." He looked around, "No one else coming to the rescue... Gotta stop this thing before it gets out into the city and wreaks real havock." He pulled out his phone, and put in a delayed text to 911 with his location, just in case.

Mind made up, he pulled his hood over his head, and slipped on a pair of batting gloves. His hoodie had 'STAFF' written on the back, with a treble clef for the S. He pulled a red and black metal baseball bat from his bag, and slipped climbed over the fence, hiding behind some machinery as he watched for a moment, trying to gauge how bad the situation really was.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Brooklyn. Black Cat has seen a lot of this neighborhood lately. She was sulking atop an old hotel building, a little down after Spider-Man rejected her offer of the Ebony Blade to fight Cthulhu or whoever. She had the lacquered mahogany case across her lap, leaning on her side against the steeple with one leg dangling free.

The shouts and the crash of metal just makes her frown in annoyance. "Friggin...really??" Looking down at the enormous Slayer going crazy, she bristles a bit, "Can't I just mope in peace?"

She hunkers down further, head hunching a bit toward her chest and cradling the sword a little closer. "I bet some hero is already on the way--yup." She eyes Landry down below as he draws the bat. "...Wow, okay. Ballsy, that."

Spencer Smythe has posed:
In the middle of the construction site was what appeared to be something torn right out of Jurassic Park. It was a 9 foot robot designed to look like a skinless velociraptor. It's eyes were red as it scanned across the site, ocassionally smashing random objects with it's robotic tail.

Luckily, it did not seem to notice you yet. But, it still let out a snarl and began to stomp over to your hiding spot, as if it could smell you

Landry Lugar has posed:
Landry Lugar blinked when he really saw what it was. "Oh man oh man oh man... If I don't move, it can't see me right?... Nope. That was the big one. This is the clever girl..." He hopped out from his spot in the hiding place, and put up a hand. "Stop right there! Whoever's controling this thing, it's time to call it quits!" He swallowed hard, "Please?"

From the cutout on his palm, a bright flash of light erupted, infrared, and directed straight to the 'eyes' of the robo-raptor, hoping to kill the cameras it uses to see. The bat was brought up, ready to defend himself with if the monster charged.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Under her breath, Felicia says, "Oh my god, really?" at Landry's announcement. She sighs a bit, looking at her forearm, where her suit's cellphone link is stored. "I should probably call Spidey..."

She rearches for the sleeve, and the buttons light up with haptic feedback. But then she just...stops. And withdraws her finger. "He's probably out looking for muggers, though."

Her mask lowers a bit with the furrowing of her eyebrows. "...Or talking to that sword chick." Claws reach for the case, flicking at the brass clasps. "...Plotting their attack." Her eyes narrow, "Having fun."

Suddenly Felicia blinks and she is standing. The black bastard sword is in her hand. "What am I--Yeah..." she says, almost to the blade. "Why not?"

She glares down at the velociraptor and baseball-bat boy. "...Why shouldn't I show him what I can do?" She grrs and whips the sword to the side.

Spencer Smythe has posed:
The Raptor did not respond at first. Suddenly, it's mouth opened, revealing metallic sharp teeth. However, instead of speaking, it let out a angry, ferocious sounding roar. However, once the light was shined on it, the raptor flenched back, as if it were temporaily blinded.

Before you could respond however, a screeching noise was heard as a car flew through the corner and parked outside the site. Five men in matching blue suits poured out of the car, pulling out pistols as they did. Suddenly, what appeared to be a small, skinless dragon flew down from the sky. It opened it's mouth and well-cultured voice came out of it, saying,

"Young man, i urge you to stay away from my creation."

Landry Lugar has posed:
Landry Lugar moved to where he could keep an eye on the thugs and the robo-raptor all at once. He flinched when the skinless dragon started speaking, "Looks like it's gone run-a-muk. Have you not SEEN Jurasic Park?... Robo life... Ah... FINDS A FREAKIN WAY!" He yelled back at the dragon.

He wasn't sure what to do in this kind of situation. He was definitely outnumbered and out gunned, and this was not looking promising. He continued to back up slowly towards the fence, still on the verge of fight or flight.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
*tink*

A grapple-line connects to a construction beam and a black blur comes swinging down from above, swiping at the velociraptor with a hand-and-a-half sword! "YA!"

Hitting the ground and rolling with elegance and grace, a woman in a skin-tight black catsuit hops to her feet. She's wearing a domino mask, showing off a *lot* of cleavage framed in white fur, and...seems to be wielding an medieval sword. "Um, did I miss?" She blinks at the sword and tests its weight, talking mostly to herself and ignoring the car, the goons, and the baseball bat. "...Probably should have tested this before attacking."

Spencer Smythe has posed:
The robotic dragon looked at Landry before opening it's mouth again. The voice inside chuckles lighty before saying,

"I am aware. My creation is suffering from a unforseen malfunction. Now, if you would just move aside, i will take care of it."

At this point, Black Cat arrives and tries to slash at the Raptor. The raptor lets out a roar of anger as the dragon's voice lets out a snarl. The voice then shouts, "Kill them both! Nobody destroys my creations!"

The henchmen then begin to shoot at Landry and Felicia

Landry Lugar has posed:
Landry Lugar frowned, "Unforseen malfunction... Yeah, I've heard that one before." He was going to keep his distance, and make sure the thugs did their job, when suddenly a black slash of lady and sword flashed by.

For Felicia's comment about testing before attacking, "Yeah... I really gotta work on my think before I leap, too." Was then that he really saw her, jaw dropping, like any good college aged guy at the sight of her. "Guess we're in the thick of it now!"

As the little dragon snarled and shouted, Landry swung hard, smashing his bat into the mini flying flayed fire lizard, and then ducked behind cover as bullets richocheted all around him.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
Grring at the raptor, Felicia eeps when a shoot whizzes by her, and she ducks, leans, and weaves to avoid three more. The sword comes up and a bullet tings right off it, prompting her to say, "Oh, that's pretty nice." Then the raptor leaps at her, and Black Cat yelps and dives out of the way. "Really?! Well fine then!" She holds the sword to the side and a bullet dings off it before aiming the point at the Raptor, "Let's dance!" Charging forward, she lifts the Ebony Blade aloft, ducks a swipe of claw, and SWINGS!

Missing horribly. Right into the dirt. Sigh.