6239/Let's Dance

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Let's Dance
Date of Scene: 16 May 2021
Location: An underground dance club in New York City
Synopsis: Mr. Immortal chases some crooks into a club where Rave is playing. Bloodshed ensues.
Cast of Characters: Craig Hollis, Naria Shepard




Craig Hollis has posed:
The hottest new club in New York is OUNCE: pulsing music, neon lights, sweaty bodies pressed together by the dozens, countless illicit substances passed back and forth. People in clown costumes, women in ballgags and brassieres, stripper cops, high school jocks. A few large pythons. It's a happening place.

So nobody takes much notice when a few masked hoodlums run in the door, wearing lucha libre masks and one carrying a very large sack of wallets they took from a nearby bus. Or even the colorful hero who runs in after them, his blonde hair tousled from where he fell off the bus. He feels the pain in his dislocated shoulder, but hey, he can't let that stop him. He's a superhero!

"HOLD UP IN THE NAME OF...OWWW CRAP THAT HURTS...JUSTICE!" he cries out, probably uselessly with the music going.

Naria Shepard has posed:
Hot, new and apparently attractive enough to get Rave's agent or perhaps the artist herself's attention.

Alright, so it was probably the agent, but hey, she liked performing and the hero thing doesn't really pay the bills!

Wrapped in her usual club gear, the short skirt and fishnet shirt over her bikini top the glowing girl was in the middle of a track that didn't require any singing, something she'd put on plenty of times to get people pumped up. One has to build excitement, but the girl with the glowing blue hair and eyes hadn't exactly planned for a sudden interuption of armed hoodlums.

Damn it.

Craig Hollis has posed:
One of the men turns around, "Leave me the fuck alone!" he calls, he and his compatriots all pulling guns. One tries to bully forward through the crowd, another shoots a couple of shots in the air to try and get attention and the third lifts his gun up and aims directly at Mr. I, in hot pursuit.

"There's no way for you to escape!" the brightly clad hero calls. "Just give it up, man. You're out of your league."

"Up yours, hero!" the puk says and he pulls the trigger, trying to shoot Mr. I right in the head.

Naria Shepard has posed:
Gun! That wasn't exactly something Rave wants in her shows, it kinda kills the mood!

Already there was panic in some of the crowd, the crack of the weapon echoing between the beats enough to be heard.

A flash of light, sudden and brilliant but leaving a fading trail from the stage and the bullet seems to have disappeared. In it's place? Rave had interposed herself in between, the bullet plucked between her fingers.

With irises brilliantly neon blue matching the radience of her unnatural hair, Rave drops the projectile lazily.

"Pretty sure you guys didn't pay the cover, so I'd listen to the 'hero'."

Craig Hollis has posed:
Craig Hollis stands just behind where Rave suddenly manifested, his eyes wide.

"That's a great trick! Amazing! Astounding! And, uh...really good!"

He points at the crooks, who are now gawking in their own right, but they all have their guns levelled at Rave and Mr. I at this point.

"We ain't lookin' to stay, toots, we're just goin' out the back way. Keep this lunatic out of our way and nobody'll get hurt!"

Naria Shepard has posed:
"Toots?" Rave repeats, eyebrows raising as she looks about the scene of panic around them. The track might still be playing, but most people were retreating back from the confrontation. Her show was pretty much over, which kinda sucks for word of mouth...but just as many people followed her social mesia for the 'heroics' anyway.

Right?

"What is this? The 1950's gangster flicks?"

Lifting her hands, glowing lights flicker between her fingertips. "I'm a living laser gun and you're some mooks with some handguns. You really think you can take us both on?"

Craig Hollis has posed:
Craig Hollis smiles and moves to stand next to Rave, putting his hands on his hips and wincing a bit as his dislocated shoulder gives him a twinge. "Mmmmmmmmmf...I mean, she's got a point. Anyway, you can't kill me, I'm Mr. Immortal! So, it seems you're outgunned and out...lived," he says.

In answer, the three men start to open fire and then quickly turn and try to run, figuring they might as well take their chances!

Naria Shepard has posed:
Well, hopefully he -was- immortal like he claimed, because that wild gunfire earns a soft curse and Rave was moving.

It was very unlikely the three men were aiming carefully, and there were far too many bystanders around them to just let bullets be flying wildly.

Each 'flash' met the gunshots as Rave pushed, snagged and deflected the bullets fired. Protecting that many people was a heck of a lot harder, so the 'bluenette' was forced on the defensive.

She'd have to leave the mook-punching for 'Mr Immortal'!

Craig Hollis has posed:
One of the bullets does go through his abdomen, breaking one of his ribs and causing him to yelp in pain, stumbling forward. Death Mr. Immortal handles very well, wounding not so much.

"That...really hurts!" he yells angrily and leaps once more, grappling with one of the thugs. They tumble together and Mr. I manages to get in a sharp headbutt and to throw a few elbows, finally disarming the man and whipping him around to get his hands ziptied in place.

Rave deflects most of the other bullets easily enough, at least until the last one when Mr. I looks up from the one he's captured to take a bullet right in the chest, having pushed beyond Rave's circle of protection. But at least he got one.

Naria Shepard has posed:
Ah...crap.

Clearly Rave had taken the man at his word, he was a costumed hero after all, she'd assumed immortal ment...well, unkillable, and now the guy looked kinda dead. Shouldn't he be bulletproof?

Eyes narrow, laser-light flashes and detonates in a concussive wave, throwing one man from his feet with the force of a sledgehammer. The other? There's a sudden flash of light and he'd look up to find Rave's boots coming towards his face as she'd flung herself into the air with inhuman speed.

No playing nice with an apparent fatality on her hands!

Craig Hollis has posed:
The men go down pretty easily to this sudden show of force, one man flying through the air and hitting ht ewall while another takes those boots hard to the face. The crowd has spread out now, a few younger women crying now as a big pool of blood forms around Mr. I's face-down body.

"He said he was immortal, man, that ain't our fault!" the one he ziptied yells, trying to thrash around and get out of his bonds.

Naria Shepard has posed:
Rave didn't need to call the cops, the club and probably half the people inside were already dialing or on the line with law enforcement.

She did however pick herself up from the ground, smoothing her skirt and shaking her head as she looked over the supposedly dead hero and then back to the protesting criminal.

"You chose to use a gun on people," she speaks up, one hand still glowing with light as she clenches her fist. "You knew what you were doing."

Craig Hollis has posed:
A few of the bystanders are snapping pictures or video with their phone now, their alarm turning to voyeurism as the violence seems to have settled down. Mr. I looks rather pathetic, splayed out on his face, bloodsoaked and murdered.

Then, suddenly, his body jerks for a moment and then he pushes his hands on the ground and does a kip up, landing on his feet and with his hands on his hips. He looks like he's going to yell Ta-da!, but instead his eyes bulge out and he just leaps upon the zip-tied man, screaming incoherently as he just rains down punches on the criminal.

Naria Shepard has posed:
Well... holy crap. He was immortal...and he was currently trying to beat a man to death. She should probably stop that...

The speedster girl zips up, grasping the hero from behind at the waist and trying to pull him backwards and away from the restrained criminal.

"Hey! Hey! That's enough! He's not going anywhere!"

Craig Hollis has posed:
Craig Hollis is foaming at the mouth almost, his arms flailing around in bersker mode, lashing out. He tries to shove Rave away and gets loose, screaming incoherently at the man and spitting bloody spit at him before kicking at his legs.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"he screams until he starts to gag and cough, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair, getting some blood in the blonde, "Oh. Crap. Sorry. Dying sometimes, uh...is a little traumatic. Hi. I'm Mr. Immortal," he says to Rave.

Naria Shepard has posed:
Super-speed and laser bolts was amazing, but it wasn't going to help her restrain the rabid hero. It might let her re-grab him each time he slipped loose, but the young woman was getting bruised up!

When he finally settles, bloodied but unharmed, she releases her hands with a little whince. "Rave and...you should probably warn people about that. You sort of traumatized half the people in here..."

Craig Hollis has posed:
Craig Hollis winces, "Yeah, I mean...I guess I thought being Mr. Immortal would clue people in, but I know it does look pretty gnarly. I used to have a partner who would help me calm down afterwards. I wish I knew where she was now," he says sadly.

"But!" he says, reaching into his pocket, "I am trying to recruit heroes to form a new team! Something more local and community-oriented than like the Avengers or the Justice League. Heroes for the People. Hey, that's a good name! The People's Heroes! What do you think?" he asks, extending his card. Which just says "Mr. Immortal, HERO" and has his cell number on it.

Naria Shepard has posed:
Business cards? How is that even still a thing? Still, Rave gestures to herself with a clearing of her throat. "I uh...don't really have any pockets in this outfit."

Ordinarily, the 'outed' meta would take this moment to snap a photograph for her social media, a victorious selfie...but with all the blood and carnage? She might gove this one a miss.

"I...think helping folks is always a good thing. Even if the name could...use a little workshopping."

Shrugging her bared shoulders, the bluenette gestures to herself once more.

"Rave, it's been...'interesting' to meet you. That's for sure."

Craig Hollis has posed:
Craig Hollis smiles, "Rave! I like it! Very hip! Very now!" he says.

Mr. Immortal lead something of a sheltered lifestyle, for a variety of very complicated reasons. "I'll be putting out a call for auditions and stuff soon enough, once I get a physical space for headquarters. And maybe a corporate sponsor. Do you think that's too much? Would that m ake me a sell-out?"

He sighs as the bluenette goes ahead and departs, "Fantastic to meet you, too. I hope you'll be in touch!"