6675/Unnecessary Roughness!

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Unnecessary Roughness!
Date of Scene: 23 June 2021
Location: Midtown
Synopsis: Scarlet Spider, Silk, Owari, Astro-Knight gather to stop a jewelry store robbery, though an unusual song bird inside keeps the situation from boiling over. Plus, a cameo from Ms. Marvel and Bruno!
Cast of Characters: Kamala Khan, Cindy Moon, Ben Reilly, Greg Rollins, Laxmi Mallick, Chizue Nakamura




Kamala Khan has posed:
    Ah, Manhattan, the Borough that Never Sleeps in the City that Never Sleeps! It's a hub of commerce, finance, entertainment, and nine dollar slices of pizza. Midtown, especially, is exciting -- there are throngs of people shuffling about on the sidewalks, some even daring to cross through the nightmarish arteries of cars, trucks, and vans that grid the city. They stop for nothing and no one, unless they happen to have business at one of the many high end shops that line the streets.

    And as it happens, three white work vans break free from the traffic and find three spots directly in front of Weber Jewelry Traders. They're all plain white with no windows, but each of them advertises a different, generic business: FLORAL DELIVERY. CABLE TV REPAIR. PLUMBER. Yes, literally just... Plumber. It's unclear who's inside these work vans, as all of them have blacked out windows, but they're totally satisfied to remain idling in front of the shop...for now.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Ah Manhattan. Home of some of the tallest buildings in America, and do you know what that means? High altitude web slinging. Aw, yeah, this is the life. Silk is on patrol and looking for trouble!

She swings around a bit when she spies the three vans. "Curious," she muses. The vague tingling of her Silk Sense causes her to stop and cling to the side of one of the many tall buildings to watch what's going on. It could be nothing and her Silk Sense is just going nuts again, or it could be something.

Ben Reilly has posed:
Ben Reilly is delivering Thai food as a hireling of the SuperEats food delivery app (SuperEats: They get your food there SUPER fast. Download at SuperEats.com, #SuperEatsRox). He has just taken a break, eating a cup of warm soup he bought at a bodega - well, mostly drinking it, with his mask just pulled up enough to expose his mouth.

He sees the different vans show up and peers curiously. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. He's not exactly a detective, but that just TEEMS with suspicion.

Greg Rollins has posed:
Greg was on break from school. Seriously, there was almost nothing going on in the summer at times and he was a teenage alien. Exploring was in his blood, and he had yet to see everything of New York. That had lead to him flying back to New York from Happy Harbor and just rooftop watching. Occasionally he would fly this way and that, randomly. That's lead him to the perch he was currently occupying, looking around as he did so.

He has yet to spot the white vans, and is currently seated on the edge of a rooftop and just well... people watching. Even with his visor down and face hidden, that has to be an odd sight! Especially as he's in a full on silver body suit. Hero or villain, at least he wasn't doing anything but sitting there right now.

Laxmi Mallick has posed:
    And Laxmi is inside the jewelers - after all, Indian families have a long tradition of wearing elaborate amounts of jewelery. She is currently studying some of the earrings - trying on a large, and elaborate, golden pair of wearings covered in emeralds, as she studies her reflection in a hand-held mirror.
    "Could I also see the one with the sapphires?" She asks - turning her attention back to the assistant as she plucks the earrings out of her ears, to set them back on a velvet tray.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Daytime is usually when everyone's favorite Ninja is dreaming of wild cowboy adventures, but sometimes duty calls even the ellusive Ninja out to the cursed daylight hours. Some tech guy had serviced a cell tower and thrown her gear out of alignment. So it's high above the street she works, anchored more than halfway up a cellular tower. A few moments of fiddling with the lock and she pries the service panel open, before popping open her chest rig to get to work. Even in daylight a all but transparent, vague outline of an irregular shape. Techno Ninja stuff, dont'cha know.

    She does ping the spider network once she's in, just a tickle of traffic on the digital webway to triple check her connection is good both ways. Then well theres root kits and rainbow bridges and it's as technical as it is boring, suffice to say cyber-ninja stuff is usually more boring than folks expect. Lots of code, and back pain surprisingly.

Kamala Khan has posed:
    Three white vans. One there to deliver flowers. One to fix the cable. And one to... plumb. One by one, their side doors slide open to allow those inside to come shuffling out. Three blue-collar, salt-of-the-Earth Trojan Horses in the middle of Midtown, Manhattan. By the end of it, a total of six guys, each wearing similar drab jumpsuits stand outside the Jewelry Exchange. Anyone with the ability to do a facial lookup might catch various records of boring, pedestrian crimes -- robberies, stick-ups, and so on. Today, though? They're just here to plumb, fix, and deliver. Though, a careful eye would notice that none of them have flowers or tools... and they seem to be taking assault rifles out of those vans...

    Meanwhile, inside the shop, the Weber family -- a Ma and Pa if there ever was a pair -- smile knowingly at each other and bend down to retrieve the sapphire for Laxmi. It's going to be a good day, they can feel it. Nothing bad's going to happen today!

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk's eyes narrow when she sees that the delivery vans seem to be delivering automatic weapons. Yup! Silk sense was right on the money this time around. She leaps off the building, firing a web to swing herself right on top of them, releases, does a flip and lands right in front of them, hands on her hips.

"Don't you know how dangerous it is to be robbing a..." She takes a look behind her, "jewelry store in broad daylight? You could attract the attention of a costumed superhero! And then you'd fight her and she'd web you up and leave you for the police. You should better go before that happens."

Laxmi Mallick has posed:
    Indian women are known for their propensity so spend big on jewelry - so no one could blame the owners for their optimism in this moment, as Laxmi studies the saphire earrings - and then shakes her head. "No. I think the emeralds are better. And then if I could see some of the necklaces you have...? That one there's with the two-toned netting?" she asks - indicating one inside a case, displayed on a necklace bust."
    Of course, inside the shop they remain blissfully unaware of the trio of trucks... and the assault rifles.

Ben Reilly has posed:
Ben Reilly sees the guns and tugs his mask down again, pulling his hoodie up over the top. He sets his cup of soup carefully on a ledge, "If some pigeon knocks this thing down, I am going to be really put out," he says. He didn't have a ton of money to spare on food. He quickly webs his cash pouch for tips and stuff up under the ledge, too, then drops down suddenly, firing another line at the last minute to swing and fackflip to land on top of the van from which the rifles are being drawn.

"Listen, guys, I get it, parking in the city is a b to the itch, but exercising your second amendment rights is totally not so cool in the New York Metro area. I think it might even be a felony. And you haven't even robbed anybody yet! C'mon, let's think twice about all this!"

Greg Rollins has posed:
The silver visored head turns down towards the street. And then the silver suited figure leaps off. Greg hums. "I don't think I will get in trouble for stopping a robbery." He notes, spreading his feet and bringing his hands up as silver wings appear on them. Gliding downwards, he sees someone else beat him to the punch apparently. So, he aims to land on a third angle from the assault rifle toting ones on the van furthest from where the second hero lands.

Shrugging at the two, he motions at the thugs before looking at them. All he's doing is standing up right at the moment with a hand on his hip. Like the other two, he obviously appears unarmed. And perhaps even younger than them. And he starts whistling... the Jeopardy theme.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Eyes narrow at a sudden spike in network activity, caused of course by a spike in social media postings. Which is what you do when you see a superhero on the street, right? Immediately she cranes her neck around, sweeping the street below before catching sight of whats going down. Another moment spent downloading her code, before she swings the service hatch shut and immediately takes a flying leap off the tower into the open air. A little free fall, a line of webbing thrown to a street lamp and she swings in low and fast over the crowd.

    She hits the pavement without a sound, letting her camouflage default to perfect black for the moment. Neat black skate shoes, jet black leggings and well the rest is well hidden enough under that Poncho of hers. Of course the swords at her hip are pretty obvious, even if they do look as if they've been made entirely of glass. The trademark though, well it's not only colorful it lights up! That Polygonal Tanuki mask erupts into a rich golden yellow, as the long yellow digital scarf comes to life. Nevermind theres no breeze, the scarf flutters because fluttering scarves are heroic and Owari is some sort of hero?

    "Not your day, is it fellas?"comes that digitized growl, designed of course to be as grating on the ears as is possible. "You still want to dance, or what?"The eyes of her mask flashing over into a pair of bright red X's.

Kamala Khan has posed:
    "We get in, we get out, nice and clean. Got it?"

    "Yes."

    "HEY. I mean it. Nice and clean!"

    The Blue Collar Boys turn from the van, each of them now armed way more than they have any need to be for a simple visit to a jewelry store. Hey, wait a minute... They're not here to make a purchase at all, are they?! Nope. Just small time knuckleheads trying to make a big league score, totally ignorant to the fact that they went way too big, way too hard. It's impossible to not attract attention from the supers when you're packing this kind of heat. On any other day, these guys would turn and run, but there's six of them. Two heroes. Those are good odds. One of the Boys steps forward. Okay...Three heroes. ...Four. Still, six versus four... Not terrible odds, right?

    It becomes clear that the Boys never expected a response like this, so they're sloppy, unprepared. One of them lunges forward towards the door of the jewelry store -- he's trying his luck on the inside of the shop! The other five take that as a signal to train their weapons on the assembly of heroes. Ben is the unlucky do-gooder who earns the extra since, of course, he's Spider-Man, right?

    Kamala Khan and the perpetually friend-zoned Bruno Carreli turn the corner on their way towards the nearby PATH station. "C'mon, Kamala, I don't want to miss the train back to J.C. You know what your parents will say if you're late again..." Bruno lectures without bothering to remove the soda straw from his mouth. Kamala, meanwhile, is taking each step with extreme reluctance. "I know, I know! But, come /on/ Bruno! How often do you get a chance to meet Jim Nasium and. And. And! And he's signing autographs!" Kamala clutches a signed photo against her chest and hugs it, even closing her eyes for maximum effect.

    "I don't even know who that /is/, Kamala..."

    "Oh!" Kamala begins with no shortage of enthusiasm. "He's this high school gym teacher who got superpowers after getting socked with a dodge-ball coated in space dust. Or was it moon dust?" One side of her face scrunches up as she tries to summon the memory. "Besides... I'm pretty sure I'm /still/ grounded from last time. I think my sentences are running concurrently..." Idle chit-chat until they catch sight of...

    "Spider-Man!" Kamala hisses, her eyes going wide. "Oh em gee!" She takes a breath and reaches over to give Bruno a quick shove back towards the corner. "Bruno! I have to help them -- it's five on four, that's not fair!" Before Bruno has a chance to protest, he's left holding an autographed photo of Jim Nasium and the officially licensed Captain Marvel t-shirt she just removed and tossed into his hands. Kamala's arm quickly stretches out and grabs the horizontal beam of a nearby traffic light before snapping back to the correct size, sending the girl flying into the air. She lands on the van next to Ben's, just barely able to get her domino mask on in time.

    "Sorry I'm late!" she announces, both fists pressed against her waist in a hero's pose.

Laxmi Mallick has posed:
    The first sign of trouble is the simple chime of the door opening. Laxmi turns to glance towards the door - expecting to see one of her siblings. That is //not// who is standing in the door, however, and the young woman freezes in place - her hands going up automatically. ...this was not part of her plan for the day.
    "Hey, we don't want any trouble. No trouble here." Strangely enough - the woman's words aren't //spoken// - they're sung in a calm, soothing tone of voice that just seems to worm its way into your mind and cause you to relax entirely.
    Yeah. Nothing could possibly be wrong in the world. Not today, not right now.

Ben Reilly has posed:
Ben Reilly hears the proclomation of 'Spider-Man' and winces inwardly a little bit. I mean, sorta, but not exactly and OH BOY IT'S WAY TOO MUCH TO EXPLAIN, so he just gives the enthusiastic young'un a thumbs up, only to find himself faced down with some firepower.

"Guys, look, this doesn't have to be that serious, we could really solve all of this without violence, I mean, a kiss begins with Kay, right, let me just get you my oh OOPS," he says, and then he tosses one of his trademark web grenades, letting it fall amidst the armed men and explode in a multi-thug splatter of webbery even as he leaps up and out of the range of fire over their head.

Greg Rollins has posed:
The silver suited one looks over at the newest arrival. And he pauses for a second. "Huh." He says, then looks back at the thugs.

Greg mentally notes that he will have to bring up this encounter with Ms. Morrigan or someone. And he steps forward to drop to the sidewalk, watching the thugs intently. It's not his usual idea to take fire but in this case he remembers it's a crowded street and he knows he can take whatever those weapons fire out. He also makes sure to keep his hands out to the side where he can move them to intercept if he has to. The one that got away is a concern, and he glances that way as well.

Otherwise, he plays crowd control duty and simply waits for the firing as well as prepares to jump in the way if he has to. Those guns do look dangerous even if they are just projectile throwers to him.

Cindy Moon has posed:
"I mean, the odds aren't exactly great for you," Silk says as more and more heroes show up. But the guys just aren't listening. One of them gets past her, and before she can web him up, her Silk Sense tingles as one of the robbers trains his gun on her and open fires!

"Woop!" she says, twisting out of the way. "You really have to watch it with that thing. You might hurt somebody!" The web grenade goes off and is successful in keeping the baddies held tight. She darts forward, faster than your average Spider, and with a practiced blow, yoinks the gun out of the robber's hand. "I don't think you should have this."

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Action is always faster than reaction, or so the old scrolls teach. Owari thusly waits for none, and is off like a shot at the first hint of an opening. She's not just quick either, downright superhuman. Closing the gap in record shattering time, and then begins the swordplay. That blade whips from it's sheathe in a single smooth movement, erupting into brilliant purple plasma as she traces an arc through the thug's assault weapon and cleaves it neatly in half at the magwell without slowing down for a moment.
    Owari presses fourth as that sword blade follows through, before reverting back into apparently just glass. She's not giving anyone time to process of course, bringing that sword immediately back down to smash the poor fellow's right shoulder. Erupting in arcs of electricity even before it makes contact, and well it's -quite- the jolt. The resulting arc flash is enough to daze the unwary, presuming the juice didn't do it. Of course for good measure she steps in, free land grasping after a wrist as she turns to slam her heel into the poor guy's chin and -then- he's allowed to hit the floor. Scarf billowing behind her as she resheathes that sword with a quick flourish.

Kamala Khan has posed:
    Inside the shop, panic immediately sets in. Ma and Pa Weber do it all wrong. Screaming. Sudden movements. All of it together is enough to spook our would-be gunman, who raises the rifle and shakily trains it on the screaming Webers. Laxmi is easy -- her hands are in the air, so nothing worth worrying about there, right? But the Webers... they're panicking. Screaming. That index finger is twitching, tensing, starting to pull back on the trigger...

    But then, Laxmi's singing seems to fill the store, soft as it may be. Almost immediately, Ma and Pa stop screaming. Their bodies relax and a serene smile forms on their faces. This just might be the best day of their lives. The guy with the rifle, though? He's not sure what to do. He'd really like to rob this place, after all, but something inside him just keeps telling him the same thing: put down the gun, rethink your life, and call your mother!

    Outside, a flurry of gunfire erupts as the Blue Collar Boys move to get out of the way of that explosion of webbing. These shots are reactions to the chaos, nothing more than a last ditch effort to try and gain control of the situation. The luckiest of the Blue Collar Boys is the one webbed completely against the glass door of the Jewelry Exchange -- an early exit, but a relatively safe one. Blue Collar Boy #3 has a great angle on Greg, so he's going to take advantage of it and pull the trigger! Click. A flash of purple. Nothing happens. Click click. Three's rifle falls apart in his hands, courtesy of Owari's blade. Before he has a chance to process this, his face contorts in response to a sudden shock to his shoulder, frozen there until he's put out of his misery by a kick to the chin.

    Here today, gone tomorrow! A moment ago, Blue Collar #4 was smiling, satisfied that he's about to put a few shots into Silk. And then.... he's holding... Nothing. A costumed hero holding his own gun? It's enough to trigger his Fight or Flight response. In this case... flight. He starts to make a break for it and run! Run, run, run, down the sidewalk and away from the getaway vans... But will he make it?!

    Blue Collar #5's attention is squarely on Greg -- he's not a Spider-Person. He's not a cyber ninja. Maybe he'll be easy? Five begins running towards Greg, intent on bringing this fight up close and personal! He's charging, ready to strike with the bulk of his rifle! Before he has a chance to get in range, a comically large hand blocks his path and shoves him to the side, stumbling. The hand shrinks back down to normal size and retracts back to person who owns it -- Ms. Marvel! "Tag, you're It!" she quips.

Greg Rollins has posed:
The silver suited Greg looks up at Kamala and gives a nod before looking back to the thug. And just steps over to grab the gun, push it out of the way... and blast the poor guy with a knock-out worthy force blast to the face from the shoulder of his suit.

Seriously, he could've done that before, but he had a hand in the way.

Once he has the crook down, he idly has a small extra gun also pop up on his shoulder, point, and fire a projectile that bursts into foam all over the poor guy to stick him to the ground.

After that, he looks up at Kamala. "I may be wrong, but you look as young as I am in Earth years. Do you have a few minutes to talk, ma'am?"

Laxmi Mallick has posed:
    Laxmi's eyes flip briefly to the owners - concern fading to relief as they relax in response to her music. She doesn't care if this man makes it away with the jewelry - not really. She'd much rather they all make it away from this with their lives.
    "Why don't you put down the gun - you don't need it," she singings - her tone still soothing as she approaches. She's never had to test her ability like this. She's never used it - other than while performing, or trying to soothe a fussy niece of nephew. "Let's not hurt anyone today." No, none of it rhymes, but that doesn't matter. You can sing //anything//, really. As she sings she approaches slowly - taking off one of the earrings she'd been trying on, and holding it out to him.

Ben Reilly has posed:
Given all the chaos and the sudden intervention of other superhuman types, Scarlet Spider feels like the situation's pretty under control. He lands in the classic superhero crouch and then uses his position to swipe low, flicking his legs out as he suports himself on his hands, doing an excellent approximation of Capoeira or at least the fighting style demonstrated by that one guy in Street Fighter.

"Trouble from above, trouble from below, you guys really can't catch a break today, can ya?"

Cindy Moon has posed:
"Oh no you don't!" Silk says as her guy starts booking it. "You had your chance!" She stretches out her fingers, and webbing shoots from them, entangling #4, pinning his arms around his waist with a line leading back to her. She leaps forward, landing on top of a street lamp and hoists him up securing him a good ten feet off the ground. "Up you go!"

Another flip and she's down on the ground. "You just hang in there until the police arrive." She winces. She really has to get better at this snappy patter thing the other spiders have down so well. With a shrug she picks up the assault rifle she'd dropped and, with a grunt, breaks it in half. "There. That should keep anybody else from using this thing."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    With the dust settled, Ms. Marvel begins her fan-girling. "Woah! Super cool!" she calls out, grinning from ear to ear at the silver-suited boy. "That shoulder charge!" She imitates the motion with a sudden thrust of her own shoulder. "Kaboom! Is that what you want to talk to me about? What do you call that move? Is it your signature?" Ms. Marvel hops down from the top of the van and then onto the hood. "And, and, Silk!" She thrusts both hands out in front, as if she was firing invisible web shooters of her own. "Shtht shttth!" Nothing shoots out and she has to make the sounds with her teeth, but still! And then... Ms. Marvel's nose wrinkles a little as she considers the unhyphenated Scarlet Spider. "..." Maybe Silk knows. "Are they franchising Spider-Men now?" Suddenly, Ms. Marvel facepalms herself with a hand that accidentally grows slightly before making contact. "No! Of /course/! Scarlet Spider!"

    Ms. Marvel hops off of the hood of the car and then wonders something important. "Hey... wasn't there another one?"

    That other one stands in the center of the Jewelry Exchange, nervously switching who his rifle is pointed at. Laxmi. Ma. Pa. Laxmi. Ma. Pa. "S-s-shut up!" he calls out. "Stop...Stop... Just let me think!"

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Casually kicks her thug over, before reaching down to fish out the guy's cellphone and of course immediately strip it's data before razing the poor thing. "Curious to know why they thought broad daylight was going to be a good idea, that trick might work in Gotham but out here?"Casually Shaking her head slowly, as matte black gives way oncemore to that trademark near transparency, though thankfully she leaves thar polygonal animal mask fully lit. Don't judge the flex.

    Finally updating her location on Spider Man's network, because on any other day this would be near enough his beat. Swiveling that masked gaze over towards Miss Marvel for a few moments, before offering a slow nod. "Slow down the fangasm when you're in costume, it's a bad look in front of the children."She rises slowly, offering Kamala an uncloaked fist to bump never the less. "But I wasn't much better if we're honest. Saw Dr.Fugue and absolutely lost my mind, couldn't even string a sentence together."

Greg Rollins has posed:
Greg points at the jewelry exchange, "He went in there." A tilt of the head is given by the silver suited one. "I go by Astro-Knight out here."

He heads for the jewelry exchange, looking in the windows as he goes to see what is going on inside.

Ms. Marvel's question has him answering, "Um. No? Signature? What are you talking about? I simply made sure my emitter hit before my shoulder." His hands go down to his sides and the arm wings disappear.

He pauses as he notes what is happening. "It seems as if... someone is talking him down, but he is getting confused." He looks to Kamala, "How fast can you do that hand thing, and can you grab someone with it?"

Laxmi Mallick has posed:
    Laxmi stops her approach immediatly - hands going up again. But she does not stop singing, even for a moment, her words remaining a low, soothing sound. "Okay, okay, whatever you need, friend. There's no need to hurt anyone today. You're fine, you're fine here. Just let us know what you neeeeeed."
    No, it's not going to make it to the top ten chart - but she's okay with that, in this moment.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk is grinning underneath her scarlet mask, the sides of her eyes crinkling, basking in the recognition. "Yup! That's me!" When asked about the other thug, she spies him in the shop and points. "He's all yours," she tells Ms. Marvel. "It's your turn to be a hero."

Then there's a little chirrup from the spider-comm letting her know that the ninja that's been helping Spider-Man is in the area and taking on a jewelry store robbery. She blinks, and looks around, deciding that the one with the fox mask must be her. "Hi there!" she says to Owari. "I'm Silk. You must be Owari."

Kamala Khan has posed:
    Inside, the gunman stands stupified by Laxmi's siren song... He shifts his weight from side to side as all of his cares just continue to wash away. The gun isn't lowered, but he looks calm. Serene. He might as well be sitting on a beach in Hawaii or something right now. Life is good...It would be a real shame if something happened to him, right?    Ms. Marvel takes Owari's observation as a sign that now's the part in the crime-fighting where they trash talk the opposition. "Yeah," she agrees with a smile and a scoff. "...I mean, look at these vans they came in! 'Plumber'? Really?" Her smile fades, however, when the ninja's observations start to include her. But I am 'the children,' she thinks to herself. That smile returns easily as she reaches for the fist bump. Her fist accidentally blows up a little just in time to make contact before shrinking back down to size. She can't help it! She's excited.

    "And I'm, I'm Ms. Marvel!" she calls back to Astro-Knight. Wait... Carol Danvers is Ms. Marvel, right? Well, not anymore, but... either way, this girl definitely is NOT Ms. Marvel, right?

    "But, yeah, you know... A signature. A move that everyone knows you do. Like... Superman's heat vision, or, or, sometimes it isn't even a move -- Iron Man's got slogans, you know -- 'I am Iron Man!'" Her words come quickly with barely any pauses in between. She's excited!

    Wait. Record screech. It's her turn to be a hero? Attention is split between Astro-Knight and Silk. They're both telling her the same thing. Awestruck, Ms. Marvel stares for perhaps longer than a crime-fighter should when, well, a crime is happening just a few feet away. Blink blink. Her stomach grumbles. Oh no! Not now! Suddenly, it's as though she hasn't eaten in a week! Wincing, Ms. Marvel quickly steps towards the door of the jewelry exchange. She takes a deep breath, staring at her hand. Grumble. There's that stomach of hers! So....hungry! C'mon, she thinks, c'mon. Embiggen! Summoning the energy, one hand reaches out to pull open the door and then the other is thrust into the store and then yanked back. Her hand comes out of the store, giant and clutching a fully grown man in a tight fist! She yanks the poor guy out of the store and onto the middle of the street so one of the others can take care of him. Ms. Marvel, though? She seems to have slipped away...

Greg Rollins has posed:
Astro-Knight watches what happens, ready to foam the guy when he gets pulled out. By the time he's put two foam projectiles on the last thug. That poor guy isn't going anywhere until the police arrive at least.

A small tilt of his head is given before he sees the well... other teenager has disappeared. Then he looks to Owari. "I do not suppose you saw where she went? I was going to tell her about something."

Then he tilts his head again the other way and reaches up to the side of his head. "That late already?" He looks to Owari, "I apologize, but I have to get going. School night and all. Do you and... Silk, was it? Have this under control?"

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Hello Silk, I am indeed the Kunoichi known as Owari."Rising finally to offer Silk her gloved hand. "I'm usually too busy for more traditional crime fighting stuff, so this was a pleasant distraction. Better than work at least, right?"Casually pitching that freshly razed bad-guy-phone back onto the unconcious guy's chest. "Huh, no connections to any of my usual targets. I had sort've been hoping this was all some very elaborate distraction play, and we were going to end up having a wild sword fight in the middle of the street but..."Offering a plaintive little shrug.

    That mask draining of color until it's simply white, and polygonal and wait...when did the expression change? It's decidedly somewhat derpier all the sudden, with dull hexagonal eyes stairing off in different directions and a colorless tongue stuck out of it's muzzle. "Your the third of the Spider-clan I've had the honor of meeting, glad to see it's not a boys club. I was starting to worry, you know?"Astro Knight gets her full focused derpy attention for a moment, before giving a slow shake of her head. "No idea who the new girl is, but we'll handle it from here bro. You skate, I'll de-spine any of these punks who try something."

Laxmi Mallick has posed:
    Even as the door opens - as the hand reaches in - Laxmi keeps singing. "Everything's fine, keep your eyes on me. Whatever it is that you want..." In fact, she starts to dance, twirling in place, gesturing with her hands - the result of which is the transluscent, sparkling illusion of petals falling through the air in front of the robber - hopefully keeping his attention forward and towards her as- //thank goodness//.
    The singing stops, and the dancing - the illusions and sense of calm fading with them. "Okay. That- that was awful. I want to //never// do that again. Gracious."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"You did it! Hooray!" Silk exclaims as Ms. Marvel takes care of the last robber. "Beautiful work." she says, patting her on the shoulder.

"No, there's me and there's Ghost-Spider as well. She's pretty cool as well." She walks up and takes the offered hand. "Glad to finally meet you." She takes a look around and nods. "Looks like everything's well in hand. I better run before the police show up." That and if she dawdles too long she'll be late for her job at the Bugle. With that, she extends a hand and webbing shoots from her fingertips, allowing her to spring up and away.

Kamala Khan has posed:
    Ms. Marvel struts on back holding two hotdogs side-by-side in one hand, positioned to be eaten two at a time. It's New York -- a dirty water hotdog vendor is no more than ten feet away at all times. With her mouth full of food, the words are not easy. "Teffll hfefr wfhfat?" (Tell her what?)

    "Ka---Uh, Ms. Marvel!" Bruno calls out, hesitantly walking toward the gathering of heroes. "Don't you, uh, need to be fighting crime somewhere else?" He waves that officially licensed Captain Marvel t-shirt in the air. Ms. Marvel sighs and nods her head. After wiping away the hot dog sludge no doubt smeared on her face, Ms. Marvel grins. "Well, duty calls, but... hey, you know how it is!" With that settled, Kamala --- er, Ms. Marvel -- and Bruno start jogging away, towards the nearest PATH train back to Jersey City. Her incessant giggling can be heard, along with the words 'BEST DAY EVER!' From there, it's just a random assortment of gushing about Silk this and Astro-Knight that. OH and did you see the cyber ninja?!

Greg Rollins has posed:
"Thank you." He gives a wave, then brings his hands down to his sides. The wings reappear under his arms before he floats up and then jets off, leaving a streak of silvery blue behind him as he goes.

The Astro-Knight is flying thattaway!

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Sirens in the distance, bad guys knocked stupid. She gives the place a casual glance over, fixing the gaze of that lifeless mask on Laxmi for a moment before offering a slow nod. This done, she steps back and half turns to walk right off into traffic. Just barely missing a Taxi-cab and, well she doesn't use a smoke bomb -this- time but she's -gone- never the less. She has more cell towers to hit after all, right?

Laxmi Mallick has posed:
    That leaves Laxmi behind with the shop owners - after she gives the masked figure an uncertain nod - waiting for the cops who arrive with in moments. It's hours of tiresome interviews, and statements, and offering contact information, and being assured that there would be more of this in the future, as well as being called as a witness at trial - assuming they don't plead out.
    Great.
    All she'd wanted was some new jewelry...