2248/WAND: Beat It

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WAND: Beat It
Date of Scene: 27 June 2020
Location: Harlem's Speakeasy
Synopsis: SHIELD has a vampire!
Cast of Characters: Jane Foster, Daisy Johnson, Lara Croft, Dane Whitman, Jemma Simmons, Mikhail Uriokovitch




Jane Foster has posed:
SHIELD stake outs rarely involve classic cocktails and live performances on Maria Hill's bill. The triplicate forms justifying these expenses will need to be commensurate with the risk. Armed with IOAN WALKER's wallet and a suspicion all is not well, Fury's Furies with WAND and one Russian bear went to a speakeasy in hopes of locating the gravely ill man. "Band Wagon" bought them entry to hear a hell of a good speaker named JACE, and once the singing started, Jane, Jemma, and Lara lost their composure with Daisy definitely teetering into ruin thanks to some Hanky-Pankies. Up til the point Dane's history flashed before his eyes, everything was going just swell.

Enter now. One thrown dancer trying to grope LINDY, a Latina woman, brought the party to an end. Her attempt to exit is currently blocked by Mikhail, who wants to detain her despite her requests to call the police from outside. A tossed table up on the mezzanine later, an erudite man vanishes into the hallway to the restrooms with Dane in hot pursuit.

Jemma performs first aid on the floor, overlooked by a fierce Daisy willing to defend her from unwanted attention or frightened patrons coming out of their stupor. Jane cuts through the masses, trying to close in on Dane, doing her best to negotiate her way down.

The friendly ZEKE, suggesting drinks, spins Lara and tries to get her through the kitchens to avoid a crowd massing in near panic in Mik's direction. JACE and his band is also rushing through the washrooms to find escape from the madness.

And the bartenders defend their fancy bar with the fury of Irish Bostonians. Southies represent!

Daisy Johnson has posed:
With complete chaos descending upon the speakeasy Daisy frowns. Yes, something isn't right at all! But whatever was affecting their minds seems to be dissipating as she absorbs the vibrations of the singer's lovely voice (maybe she will still dream about it tonight!). Her eyes rest on the singer and she begins to approach. Words would be exchanged.

<<I am closing with the singer. What's everyone's status?>> She asks on the comms, one finger pressing the earcomm briefly and then she wandering close to where the band is playing.

Of course that if anyone reports danger she will divert towards them instead. But for now ..., eyes on the mission.

Lara Croft has posed:
Normally, Lara's perception is the closest thing she has to a super power. But this isn't a normal night, and she's not under normal circumstances. Whatever had effected her mind, was still doing it - at least to some degree. With her right hand still being held by this Zeke feller, Lara is torn between her options. Stay in the fire-hazard chaotic zone that is the main room of the club, or get out of the way of flowing bodies and enter into the kitchen with this person she doesn't actually know, but the drug is making her trust more than she ever normally would.

"My friends are out here!" She tells Zeke with a strong emphasis, but all the same he tugs her back toward the bar and toward the kitchen doors. The two of them pass through them and once inside she hears the comms and raises her hand to speak in to the ear piece in her left ear beneath her loose dark brown hair. <"I'm in the kitchen with the man from the bar. He claims it to be safer in here, so far it seems it is."> Lara says, glancing around the kitchen now... nevermind what Zeke would think of her talking to her hand like that...

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Stay alert. It looks like we've got a whole pack of Vampires here. In pursuit of the fellow from the Mezzanine." Dane speaks into his own comm, racing after the "erudite" fellow and trying to close ground. He shoulders the door of the washroom the man ducked into open, about as alert as he can be, checking the corners, and the ceiling. This guy will be stronger and faster than he is, so he's going to have to run on skill. Well that and a weapon that's excellent for killing Vampires.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    <<The injured has been stabilized. Though he should get to a hospital as soon as possible>> Jemma's tone is no-nonsense....definitely far from the dancing fool she was minutes before. She looks up as Daisy heads down the hallway towards the singer. So....Jemma shifts...and heads to the main entrance, where the Latina is trying to talk Mikhail into letting her pass. With a glance to Mik and a slight nod, Jemma steps up to the woman, those brown eyes peering through the baby blue round lenses. "Are you alright?"

    It may seem rather odd of Jemma, to be asking if the Latina is okay. But...the scientist is using the opportunity to do a little charm of her own, if possible. And....get a closer look at the person as well. "I am not sure what just happened, but if you are hurt at all, please allow me to help you." As she engages with the woman, a hand flitters behind her back towards Mik. Indicating to let the other warm-blooded patrons out while she keeps the female person of interest, well...interested.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mik looks to Lindy and Jemma, his face showing obvious concern and says, "Da," his accent still strong, "there is problem, need to call police, this work?" The large Russian nods towards the door, not giving way, yet, but trying to subtly show a willingness to if ordered or suggested to.

Jane Foster has posed:
...In the kitchen...
Zeke pushes past the bar with Lara. As kitchens go, it's nice, with different prep areas and a stainless steel counter waist-high to act as a buffer. Two alarmed cooks don't actually shout at him though they happen to be armed with a spatula and a frying basket respectively. "Eh, fight broke out? Mary's sweet smile, stay over by the sinks and out of the way!" the chef with the fry basket calls, immediately shutting down the vat of boiling oil used for the greasier delights of American fusion fare.

Whether Lara is willing to go, the once-grinning and fairly alarmed guy escorting her isn't about to push her. "Maybe call them to meet you up top? There's an exit here." He points to the back doors through a staff area.

...Back to the action...
Daisy has several other patrons breaking for the bathrooms ahead of her, keeping her from making easy headway. That isolates a certain knight behind his fleeing quarry. Splitting as they reach the washrooms, Jace and his entourage of performers -- cellist, violinist, percussion -- go three to one side, two to the other. "Two" including percussion and cellist, with the erudite, Kindle-reading gentleman joining Jace in the split. Dane has the best shot at following those three into the gent's room (WC 2). It may be below ground, mostly, but that doesn't seem to be the end of it. Slick granite, dark wood, and a poster of some Twenties talkie confront him. By this point, the violinist is blocking his way, and holds up her naked instrument with alarm. "It's not working. Why couldn't it play?" Jace is there, and with a look, he punches out the light overhead. Darkness crashes down on them.

Jane Foster has posed:
...On the floor...

Jane negotiates past the fallen man that Jemma's left by the stage and she slides along the wall under the mezzanine to reach Jemma. Too hard to intercept her in time. <<I'm not seeing any weapons out here, if that's any consolation.>>

...At the door...
Lindy has already tried pushing Mikhail once, her distraught state spiking with the masses of patrons who want out. "We can call the police up there." She has a point. Most of the speakeasy's guests are on the move, pushing at the entrance. Time ticks out. While he may be a big Russian man with an impressive physique, forty guests plus one upset woman who ragdolled her molester make a /very/ emphatic point. She whips her head back to see the press of bodies, and shakes her head, shoved forward along with the current as much as Jemma was. "Please! Don't touch me!" she calls back to a guy and his date trying to squeeze through the entrance.

The cacophony of voices telling them to get out of the way surges around the SHIELD agents, drowning out some of their conversations. In the end, mob rule shoves them -all- out into the entrance and breaking for the stairs if it's not checked. On the up side, Jemma and Mikhail have a human shield eight people deep at least from any shenanigans on the bar floor. But they're literally being -shoved- outside by all those warm-blooded folks. Lindy alone is cool, and not ice-cold, especially not in a state of growing panic.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
With the confusion going around, and now her 'prey' having gone off towards the bathroom and all the panicking people stopping her from pursuing it makes it so Daisy frowns in frustration. "I am unable to pursue the singer." she says to the comms. Then at the report from Lara she adds. "The kitchen? We need backup out here." just as she gets shoved by someone trying to head out to the exit, making her stumble forward.

She puts one hand on a table to stabilize herself and jumps atop it to keep a look on where everyone is instead. Or at least figure out where she may be able to intervene.

Of course she could always 'fly' over the panicky people. But no need to add to the confusion!

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara - in the kitchen - is looking around at the culinary staff on duty within it, stepping out of their way as instructed. "A fight and more. We were enjoying the music, but... it looks as though that's out of the question now." She's having /less fun/ now that this has all started, so the drug that's still hazing her mind is demanding that she search for more of it. When Zeke speaks of the back door to the place, she nods and starts to head toward it. Back to her comm she speaks. <"I'm headed out back, it's probably an alleyway. Through the kitchen. I'll check and make sure everything is clear there."> Is this what she really needs to be doing right now? Nope, not really, but the noise in the kitchen is loud enough that she can't even hear anyone on the comms.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Darkness isn't -exactly- an advantage for Dane, but hey, it does mean the potential normies about probably don't get a very good look at him before his armor coalesces around him. He's still not revealing the Ebony Blade just yet. He has no idea whether or not these particular Vampires might recognize it. Either way he wants to keep it a secret as long as possible.

So first there's a brief, pale pulse of light when the armor appears, and then a brighter, more sustained light when the photonic shield on his left wrist lights up. It's about equivalent to a bright flashlight, but sends light in all directions, really. He knows he may be getting it up just in time to stave off attack, so he braces for one, but while he's trained in blind fighting, no way is he going to start fighting a Vampire in the dark with potential civilians standing by.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Well...the attempt to try to have people leave in a orderly manner is all shot to Hell. And, for the second time for the night, Jemma is shoved towards the door, and the exit beyond, by a surly mob of people. But, this time, she has full control of her senses. She speaks into the comm. <<Unable to control the crowd. The female target managed to get to the door. Going to attempt to keep her in sight unless otherwise.>>

    Not that Jemma has much of a choice anyway. Little petite form trying to fight against the crowd? Yeah...not going to happen. So...she goes with the flow, at least until the crowd disperses enough to allow Jemma back in. Or if she catches up with the Latina.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mik nods to Jemma as the order comes through, and the fact he can only hold back so much. He sighs and eventually turns to allow people to pass, but at least he can bully his way forward and tries to keep Jemma and the target in sight.

Jane Foster has posed:
... In the kitchen ... Zeke shakes his head brusquely, shaking off some of the drinks. "Not be a buzz-kill, but no way I'm going back out. This way's clear and safe. Good enough for me." Swiping his palm over his black hair, he grimaces to Lara at the noise dimly filtering in. With or without her, he edges along the bank of sinks and dishwasher for the door, but if she goes, he holds the door open to a stairwell leading to the alley. Everything probably leads to the alley! Aside from staff backpacks and a keg, there's nothing of interest.

... Back to the action ... The restroom plunged into darkness definitely doesn't please the violinist. She cries out and staggers around, possibly bumping into a trash can or Dane. She shrieks again when the photonic shield appears, throwing her arm up. Jace darts into a stall and helpfully slams the door. One of three taken up. Where /is/ the other man? He's not on the ceiling or getting out.

A few guests shove into the ladies room after the musicians, one banging on the broom closet and jostling the handle. "This one's locked!"

Jane Foster has posed:
Panic in a crowd won't respond so much to reason. Jemma can try to appeal with them, but it's like convincing a spooked dog or horse to behave a certain way. Perhaps the best control one has is this, limiting options. The spell of a fun night out breaks, leaving the seething heat of summer and spikes of fear laced in the veins. Jane isn't even trying to fight the tide, following more than herding. People squeeze through the main door, quickly taking the stairs to the stifling alleyway under cloak of night. Mik can shield the scientist from being squashed. Calm prevails a little more once the masses reach open air, where they fan out onto the sidewalk or further down the alley.

Lindy may be at the point of the crowd, but oddly she /is/ still in the alleyway at a remove from the door. Her coat hugged to her chest, she gulps breaths down, shrinking against the wall of a neighbouring building.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy's eyes go first to that secondary bathroom. Nope, no suspects appear to be running there. But the door being slammed close on the darkened bathroom, the one where Dane and the others went through prompts her into action. She jumps over, landing on the ground and then trying to make her way through the crowd towards that particular door.

As she nears it (and perhaps needing to push some people out of the way, and being pushed in return) she steps into the darkened bathroom, or well, now it's lit up. But at least there is no surprise in her expression. She has seen the armor already!

"Where are they?" She asks, eyes going to the closed stall door and she walking in. She focuses, attempting to figure out who or what may be on the other side of that close stall. If no heartbeat is detected, well, she will blast it out of it's hinges to hit whoever may be hiding on the other side. And without her gloves.., that most likely will hurt her.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara does follow the man out into the alley and she moves down the staircase to the alley's floor. Once outside she starts to scan her eyes left and right before she spots the woman lowering down against the wall. That's the woman who pushed the man away that started all of this, isn't it?

Lara starts toward her. "Excuse me?" She calls out to Lindy. "You were inside, yes?" She asks. "That man in there, he groped you and you flung him halfway across the room." A glance is given back toward Zeke then before she puts her eyes back onto Lindy hunkering down beside that building.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Your guess is as good as mine. Last I saw he took out the light." Dane has to move further into the washroom to let Daisy in, but he's moving cautiously now, keeping himself centered and balanced. He has a pretty good idea that Jace went into the first stall. He moves towards the furthest one to try to kick it open and see if there's anything to see, though he does double-check to see if there are any windows or the like he might have escaped through. Or worse yet vents...some Vampires can turn into a mobile cloud of mist. Likely no catching him then. Unless he's stupid enough to waft right over the Ebony Blade.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    As the crowd spills out into the night air, Jemma steps out into the alley proper and already fishes a smartphone from the clutch. Once out, there is a short moment in which the physician dials 'the police'. Or, in this case, 911. There is a short discussion, with very specific details given. The overheard bits is clear. Address. Injury. Precise and to the point.

    With a pat to Mik's chest as thanks for preventing her from being trampled, Jemma takes a step or two into the alley more...and spies not only Lara, but the Latina as well. With the incident reported, the phone is hung up and stashed away as Jemma makes her way over towards both of them.

    "I alerted emergency services. There should be an ambulance here relatively shortly." There is a sideward glance to Lindy as Jemma adds. "and the police. I would imagine there may be some questions." She herself doesn't start asking right away. No....she doesn't want to spook the Latina much at all.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mik is mildly overwhelmed, though is capable of being a human shield for the leading agent. He nods to Jemma and follows out to the alley, hoping to part the way with his form, though he does join the other two and gives a nod, "My apologies, I did not mean to cause problem. " He keeps an eye out for other ththreats, though keeping the heartbeatless one in his peripheral.

Jane Foster has posed:
In the men's washroom, things get hectic and swiftly escalate. The explosive burst of energy crash down the stalls like dominos. No amount of good welding or bolts will resist an earthquake, and they smash to the ground. At least one man's in there, and he ends up thrown against the backwall in a gush of water from a toilet that cracks with it. Discontent at his awesome suit being soaked doesn't actually stop Jace, though.

See, in addition to being an exceptional singer, he proves terribly /fast/. Fast enough to vanish when someone's back is turned, fast enough to blur a bit when he grabs one of the dented doors and flings it straight back at Dane and Daisy. Having no regard for the caterwauling violinist in a panic attack, he really has zero concern about using a shield-battering ram to open up a space. Confined space fighting with slippery floors adds to the challenge facing them, which is fighting someone who apparently knows how to improvise with metal fixtures. Caution meets the barricade flying right back at them.

Jane Foster has posed:
Patrons hasten out into the street. Some loiter, furiously texting. Others bleed out into Harlem. New Yorkers are a weirdly resilient bunch, refusing to let the night's downturn dent their enthusiasm for entertainment, so inevitably some will find new watering holes or clubs for the night. Lindy isn't in that group, body language defensive, every bit someone trying to chill out now that she can breathe without being choked. She's there to be found by the non-combative SHIELD quartet, watching them through her hair falling out of its clips. A disgusted look shows when Zeke appears, and he gives her a grimace-smile, almost ashamed, easing away.

"So, this is normally where I'd ask if you need an Uber or something, but you got that taken care of?" he asks Lara, as good as left in the dust. Ouch. Well, if she doesn't respond, he slouches out to the street, wounded pride and all.

That leaves Jane. She gives a smart nod to Jemma, easing towards the Furies plus bear. "No sign of Whitman or Johnson. They're still engaged, I take it?" She glances to the door where Lara exited, then back to Mikhail. "Do you want to go back and cover them? We can handle this." Can they? Probably.

Lindy hangs her head. "Thanks." Hey, she's polite. Still panicky and polite. "I'm not going to do that to you. He scared me. It happened. I don't know, it just did."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy, not the most subtle fighter when the fightin' gets real. She was hoping to knock the .., creature around a bit so she is caught with some surprise at how fast it moves. "Damn it, there was another one wasn't there? They can disappear--", though whatever else she was going to say doesn't come out when an incoming door is tossed in their way.

She only has time to reach for the poor innocent bystander to get her out of the way if she can, or at least behind her and further into the room. "Get down!" it also making it so she can't really dodge much (and the place is small!). So she does what she can. She crosses her arms in front of her and braces for impact, calling in her vibration powers to at least be able not take the full brunt of that door in her face.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's forearms cross over her stomac with her black jacket hanging over her wrists, her eyes are on Lindy at first, until Zeke speaks up. She looks over at him and shows a quick and faint smile. "I should be fine, thank you for the guidance out of there." She offers him, but it's Jemma's arrival that catches her attention fully now. She's relieved to see her. "I think I'm having comm issues." She tells the other, nodding to the rundown of the emergency services enroute. "Do you know if everyone is okay in there?" She asks then, glancing toward the club. "Should I go back inside?" She's a low level agent, and not the most trained in these urban scenaarios, but she's confident she can help if they need her.

Her eyes go back to Jemma and she steps toward her. She lowers her voice then. "Were we drugged?" She has to ask now that her mind has cleared more.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane sidesteps himself between Daisy, the violinist, and the oncoming door, bringing up the photonic shield to take the strike, thankful it's design doesn't transfer near as much of the impact to his arm as a regular shield might. And so the door clashes against the shield with a flash and then clatters to the floor, kicked back to lie flat away from Dane. But he lost sight of Jace with a door dominating his line of sight...

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "I...don't think so? Unless it was some airborne mild hallucinogenic." Jemma glances over to her fellow British national, with a slightly perplexed expression. "Unless it is really what Dane said....and it was an entrancing ability because the singer was a vampire." With the mention of the word 'vampire' Jemma casts a sidelong glance towards Lindy. "I know I didn't have anything to drink, so it wasn't anything of that sort."

    The comment of the comms not working for Lara does cause another frown for Jemma. "We should really check." With that Jemma taps her comm on, speaking into it within plain sight of the Latina. "Status? Is backup needed? We are out in the alley, with the majority of the patrons dispersing." The fact that Jemma is speaking on the comms should provide a clue to the Latina that the group around her is certainly more than just well-dressed customers of the speakeasy.

    Then, with a smile given to Jane, Jemma turns to Lindy. "Are you okay?" The question, rather simple, seems much more complex when Jemma says it. It could be a physical sense...an emotional sense...or a metaphysical sense. Jemma certainly knows there is something more to Lindy, and she is holding back dramatically to just not come out and ask directly. Incredible restraint from the researcher.

Jane Foster has posed:
That door comes with a healthy dose of strength behind it. Probably about equal to Lindy's toss, definitely careless. What's with throwing doors, tables, and dancers around here? Must be something in the water. More metal groans and shudders in the dark, shifting like a small avalanche of building goods to fan against the wall. Something feels like wavering smoke to Dane, like he can't quite get a full bead on it. Daisy can feel microvibrations that don't line up to anything. Jace moves with bolts of speed to close on the sink, yanking out a slab of granite from the wall. A reasonable chunk comes away, but not the whole think, though bolts and brackets groan loudly. He waits for an opening to hurl it at typical speed, gauging up Dane's shield and armour. "Look, I'd tell you this isn't about you, but I get the impression it falls on deaf ears." Maybe they'll listen to reason and opt out of fighting. Maybe pigs fly. Even then, his voice is beautiful.

Jane Foster has posed:
... In the alley ...

Zeke's off into the night to find some place to heal a bruised ego. Turned down by three women, that's more than most men can bear. He waves off before moving out of sight around a building.

Jane looks off at the door past the speakeasy entrance. A few words and Mikhail is dispatched to check on the kitchens and make sure nothing comes crawling out that shouldn't, barring any reasons for a bear to bash around in a china shop. The questions conveyed over the comms leave her straining for an answer, fingers clamped around her shoulder to knead out the discomfort from landing earlier. "I don't like leaving them down there, even though they can handle themselves. Day by day, and all that." Her eyes narrow a little, absent the deaths' heads that shone in them earlier, so that at least counts as something better. To Lara, she frowns. "We were headed upstairs when everything turned pear-shaped, but nothing struck me as terribly odd until Dane pinched me. I hadn't realized how strong that singing was."

Lindy hugs her coat tighter, not needing to wear it. She follows the conversation pretty well, all said. To Jemma, she says, "I'll live." A puff of breath comes out. "That man was being disgusting. He wouldn't take no for an answer. Look, I don't know who you are or why you're wearing earpieces. Security?" Her eyes narrow a little, more speculative. Fear's a sick wave. "That singer's a dick. Everyone goes wild and he acts like an entitled... You saw it. Saw everything and didn't even /stop/." Another wild breath. "Mother of God, your friends better not listen to him. He'll mess with their heads. Gets what he wants and makes everyone act like it's normal."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
When Jace goes and continues destroying the bathroom to attack them she frowns. "Should had said that before trying to bash our skulls in? You can always surrender." because hey, give everyone a chance. But regardless, she has no shame in using Dane as a living shield. Armor, photonic shield. She is good with that!

The incoming communications make her step back though just momentarily and she sends out. <<Bathroom. Need backup, vampires here.>>

And there, microvibrations? With the 'safety' of a veritable wall in the form of Dane in front of her she focuses, trying to go abstract from the rest and then sends a blast of force through the air to where she believes the other one may be. "The other seems to be invisible, I can't focus on." frustration. But someone needs to pay. So she steps aside from Dane and sends a blast across to Jace, trying to pin him down to the ground so Dane can move in.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's right hand goes up to tap her comm. "The volume was down to nearly non existent." She sighs, it was her own fault, it probably happened when she got up onto the table and she took down her pony tail. Jane arrives and she lowers her hand down again to her side. "I saw you and Dane heading upstairs, just before things--" She has to shake her head to emphasize her words. "Pear-shaped." She uses Jane's descripter, and shows a quick and small smile to it. "This place has a bad element to it, no questions there. I think this might be more trouble than we came prepared for." When Lindy speaks, Croft looks to her next. Those words make her narrow her eyes at the confirmation of it all. "Compelling people to do as he wishes with but the sound of his voice alone?"

Lara's thoughts are shifted when she hears Daisy say that they need backup inside. So with that, she puts her jacket back on and starts to head inside. <"I'm coming back inside now."> She states, moving back the way she'd come for the kitchen stairs that lead back in through that exit she'd taken out of the club with Zeke.

Vampires? Fighting vampires? Well, she's got her gun in her jacket at least!

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "So...it was his voice...." The realization comes to Jemma rather quickly. And, with it, another tidbit of information. This Lindy....knows the singer. Why else would she know to not listen to him? With that in mind, Jemma glances to Jane, offering a slight shrug, then turns back to Lindy. "We are SHIELD. You could say we are the authorities, if you will. Agent Foster and I were here a week or two ago when that singer seeminginly disappeared with another male. This other male was anemic and rather out of it, much like he was drugged, as Agent Croft and I were."

     With a pause, Jemma considers her next steps....then decides to go out with it. "You seem familiar with this individual. And, you seem to share certain traits with him. Such as a cooler than normal body temperature." There is a tap on the side of the blue circular glasses Jemma wears. "If you know how we can handle this individual, we would greatly appreciate it."

    So...Jemma doesn't come right out and ask if Lindy is a vampire. But...the indirect question in there, masked with the rather direct facts given.

Jane Foster has posed:
... In the washroom ...

"You brought down the door, I'll point out," Jace quips back, block of marble doing not a great deal in his hand except serving as an impediment for remodeling. "Surrender and what, exactly?" He isn't quite as concerned about Daisy as he is Dane because the man with a light-based shield in front of him seems to take the whole 'combatant' thing seriously. Cagier, there, and possibly a bad decision on his part when the blast tosses him back a foot into the cracked granite of the sink. Well, remodeling in the bathrooms is going to take a bit because he may be battered, but he sure as hell fling porcelain sinks or chunks of marble with a nasty curveball at alarming speeds. Though a good deal of that deflects off the knight's shield as he brings the lightsaber-sword to bear with skillful force.

Look, no matter how great a singer Jace may be, he is not immune to Daisy-driven tremors or light concentrated into a beam that would make Kylo Ren grumpy. Dodging becomes more difficult, as his counterattacks are limited on the claws and fangs side.

Lara better hurry but at least she has far fewer people in the way to worry about.

Jane Foster has posed:
... In the alley ...

Lindy rakes her fingers up and down her sleeves, and the dress shreds a little along the seams as a result. "SHIELD?" Her brows rise a bit. "The people who dealt with that alien tyrant?" Which one might be the appropriate answer. "You're spooks." Another draining of colour from her face isn't much easy -- and probably leaves interesting questions for Jemma in how that works. Her back's to a wall and she slides the coat down, showing a soft package. Nothing to speak of, just looks like a soft-sided hobo purse.

"This ends with me being disappeared, doesn't it?" she asks Jemma and Jane with a flick of her eyes to the woman, then back to Jemma. "I'm not like him." Vehemence again shows up but it's pushed back as she drops the purse, kicking it to the doctor. "He eyebangs everyone he finds, disgusting, get it? I didn't get a choice about this."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Those tremors can't continue for too long. No gloves means no full use of her powers. Only a few here and there. And the worse is that Daisy is already starting to feel those bruises going up her wrists. Great ... Through gritted teeth she sends one last blast towards Jace before stepping back and dodging a sharp piece of porcelain sent her way. Damn curve balls. And she even hates baseball...

<<Can't sense one of the vamps anymore. May have escaped invisible.>> This to the comms when she steps into the stall momentarily to catch her breath. Fighting vampires is nasty business!

"The alternative is getting cut in half like a bad extra out of Star Wars by my friend here so ..." She laying out the alternatives to Jace. But she probably should had invested in getting a dreamy voice like Jace did!

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara doesn't waste any time to sweep through the kitchen and out through the bartender's exit. She rushes the bar and just sweeps her body up and over it with her very experienced parkour skills. She's around the corner and headed toward the restrooms to try and get inside -- she hears the comment about an 'invisible vampire' on her way too -- but can hear the sounds of the fighting just ahead.

Lara's head dips into her jacket and pulls out her handgun. She draws it out and shoves her way into the restroom to try and... help. Lightsabers? The restroom is a wreck! Lara's gun comes up either way though, her eyes down sights on the handgun's spine, looking for that singer who's clearly their mark in all of this.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Jemma blinks in surprise as the purse is kicked over towards her. There isn't an immediate move to pick it up, but there is a softening of Jemma's features as Lindy expresses her apparent anger for the singer, Jace. If one didn't know better, it would seem that Jace was the cause of Lindy's present condition. Still, Jemma, ever the bleeding heart, offers consolation. "No....no. We wouldn't do that." Well...at least she wouldn't. "From what I seen, it looked like a case of self defense, if you are talking about that rather inebriated gentleman inside. And, really, it does seem quite apparent that you have no love for this other individual." Which...does seem true.

    Again, with a glance to Jane, Jemma indicates that she is going to reach down for the purse. But not before pulling one other item out of her own clutch. A pair of sterile gloves. Hey, Jemma's a scientist! Of course she would have gloves with her. Once donned, Jemma reaches down to pick up the purse that was kicked to her, while attempting to keep an eye on Lindy. But...that's why Jane is there. The Furies got to stick together.

Jane Foster has posed:
SHIELD does stuff. How much is known to the public remains beyond easy knowledge. The Latina woman hugs her coat against her stomach like it offers a secondary layer of protection from a doctor and an astrophysicist or the occasional onlooker interested in what's going on. Not often a woman kicks a purse to another. "I don't know what's in there," she says, "but it is not going to be good. Wouldn't touch anyth... oh." Gloves being pulled and put on has her squinting a little bit, as though a headache is coming on. As if Lindy can even get a headache.

"Don't shoot the messenger," she adds dully. Her head tilts down again and if she were to make a run for it, now would be the time. Is Jane really going to be fast enough to slow her down? No, but that doesn't stop one Doctor Foster from standing in the middle of the alleyway and putting herself in harm's way just in case. A smile isn't bound to reassure but she smiles, because you never know.

Meanwhile, the violence in the speakeasy is a strange thing to watch, mostly because the person being attacked isn't exactly slow. The blurs of motion between the humming photonic sword and shield meet with cracks in the wall. Puffs of stone pulverised into dust mix with the water flowing freely from a broken toilet and then the sink fixture. Beaten to death by pipe is probably /not/ the way most want to go. Lara might come into the cacophony of a dark room being strobelit and Daisy throwing blasty strikes that add to the humming harmonics, though she runs the risk of being smashed with a pipe when she lets up. Vampire isn't wasting time moving damn quick, but he isn't up to the calibre of swordsman or equivalent as the Black Knight.

Or a lady with a gun.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Nope, Daisy doesn't want to get beat up with a pipe. And unable to match the creature's speed she steps back. Right in time for Lara to step in with a gun. She smiles faintly towards her and offers a nod, rubbing at her pained wrists.

Lara Croft has posed:
With the bathroom bathed in a mixture of darkness and lightsaber-glow, Lara adds to the chaos of flashes of lights by discharging her side arm two quick times! *POP POP* the handgun blasts off, with the first shot skimming past Jace's thigh only to slap into the restroom wall, while the second shot impacts right with the side of his leg!

She raises the gun up now and tries to keep it trained on the man's torso, ready to take a kill shot if she has to in order to get himn to stop attacking her companions on this wild night!

Jemma Simmons has posed:
It isn't so much that Jemma doesn't trust their conversation partner. But....she did see Lindy toss the guy like refuse...and Jemma and Jane are no match for that. So she is being extra careful. "May I ask what is so important with this particular item?" Because...yeah....some questions need to be asked. However, perhaps to some surprise, Jemma doesn't immediately open the purse. Instead, she just holds onto it rather gingerly...as if handling CSI evidence.

    Because, technically, she is.

    Jemma shifts her glance over to Jane, with a shrug of the shoulders. It isn't like Jemma has had a lot of experience in detaining people. So...she falls back on politeness. Turning back to Lindy, Jemma offers a smile. "Right. Do you mind if I ask for your name? It is terribly awkward trying to hold a conversation without a name to a face. Here, I will start. I am Jemma."

    Is Jemma trying to play good cop? Perhaps, considering it is the only role she would know how to play without prior preparation.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mikhail is having a bad night. First he was hoping for a false alarm and just being festive on SHIELD's dime. Then the crush of the crowd and being shuffled about the bar to now be sent after a vampire. Well, at least he can drink when he gets home.

As Mik makes his way to where he was told where he was needed to resolve trouble, it was no longer time to be subtle as the sleeves and shoulders of his suit rip and tear, as do the seams on his pants as his muscles expand and brown fur pokes out. Eventually it is a moderately well-dressed bear approaching, though he is a bit sad to be ignoring all of the top-shelf liquor he is going by. He makes a note for later. The sound of a gunshot guides him to the room and he says, "Where is problem?" He sniffs at the air, trying to find a smell that would not normally fit.

Jane Foster has posed:
Once the obvious signs that Jemma isn't trying to bring out handcuffs or a taser is past, Lindy might not look ready to leap for the high heavens and run away. Beneficial for everyone involved. "I don't know. Just told to fetch it." A derisive smack of her voice sends the word flat. It being the purse picked at by Jemma, as unassuming a thing as one can get. "Delivery boy is... I guess he's going to be okay?"

She rubs her upper arm to the elbow and back to the shoulder, stifling a small sigh. Introductions bring out the Latina looking up. "Celinda. Everyone but my parents call me Lindy though. Celinda's really awkward, sounds like someone's abuela. Here comes Celinda with her chancla, run away and all that." Speaking of, do heeled sandals count as chanclas? Deadly weapons!

Jane Foster has posed:
A bullet in the meat of the thigh normally might stop someone. Get the right spot, like the femoral artery, permanently. Jace isn't obviously impacted in the same way. Oh, the slug nails him and the immediate blossoming of wetness on his suit trousers causes discomfort. That his suit is already wet and dusty is unfortunate, the black hiding any blood. Presumably he bleeds. Not really enough though, for all his face shows a bit of discomfort vaguely appearing.

Turns out vampires don't feel nuisances like lead bullets or earthquakes like good honest folk. What they do really not enjoy might be summarized as sunlight, light swords, competent opponents. Really competent opponents. Pressed to the wall leaves him unable to really do much to tear past with that stupid shield and now a goddamn bear.

The smell that won't fit is hard to pick out for Mikhail, but gun oil, gunpowder, and the fact water is running freely from a demolished toilet and a broken sink may assist him. Jace doesn't have much left to throw other than yanking a mirror off the wall, and he slides back to the opposite back wall of the men's room.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara doesn't have a lot of experience with fighting Vampires. She did attend a meeting within WAND about their numbers growing in this part of the continental United States though, and that meeting did cover a number of topics related to how to put them down. What was discussed though, was that there was a wide variety of Vampires - and not all of them were vulnerable to bullets, while others were only vulnerable to them in some parts of their bodies.

The bathroom scene was out of hand though, it was threatening the lives of everyone within it, so when Lara sees that the angry vamp is now shoved up against the wall she makes an impromptu decision to stride across the bathroom space between them.

She doesn't need to aim.

Lara puts her handgun up to the side of Jace's head and pulls the trigger in the dimness of the poorly lit room. She doesn't have a lot of experience in killing vampires, but she's killed a few normal people in her life lately... and this method was generally effective.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mik looks to Lara, his scent failing him in this, but he at least he knows a little bit from pop culture, and while not the most keen on this, he can at least try, "Damned wurdulac," he mutters and approaches, seeing and hearing the pistol fire in the bathroom.

Just to be certain that he is dead, since that appears to be the method, Mikhail will try to secure the remains if they are no longer moving, restraining with his strength, though if the creature is still moving, he will attempt to physically separate the head from the body.