706/Everybody Was Kung-Fu Fighting...

Everybody Was Kung-Fu Fighting...
Date of Scene:	23 March 2020
Location:	East Side
Synopsis:	Two Spiders find themselves dealing with NINJAS!
Cast of Characters:	Chizue Nakamura, Peter Parker, Miles Morales

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Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    The sun's been down for hours, and the rain is only just now starting to pick up after making threats all day long. It's the sort've shitty night that keeps -most- bad guys in doors, but not all of them. You see theres a race taking place atop Little Tokyo, as six shadowy figures leap from rooftop to rooftop. They're quick and silent, as you'd expect of proper Ninja. However these guys are paying more attention to distant police sirens, and the screaming back at the other end of the street.

    Theres no end of screaming and wailing down there as blood soaked patrons shamble out onto the sidewalk, a few of which are splattered with no small amount of blood. Calls are already going out, but theres no 5-0 in the city equipped to go on a roof top chase to begin with right?

    The Ninja slow and grind to a halt as they near the end of the block, all six of them peering at a scrawl of Kanji written on a rooftop air conditioning unit. Theres a bark of orders, weapons are drawn and slowly the six begin to fan out across the roof. Apparently unaware of the predator amongst them just yet.

Just another night in the Big Apple.

Peter Parker has posed:
"Everybody was kung-fu fighting..."
Apparently Spider-Man liked to sing to himself. Under his breath, thankfully. When he sang louder, it was like listening to a walrus giving birth to farm equipment.

He was currently moving along the street parallel to the ninja, but on an intercept course. He had seen the cops and heard the radio codes, so he knew they meant business, bay-bee.

He whispered into the throat mike under the suit. The earbud in the other spider's ear comes to life. "You see them, Carbon?" Code names on the radio. Never know who's listening.

Miles Morales has posed:
    "I'm looking Spidey, but it's so hard to see in this rain, y'know." The young vigilante complains into the microphone he's received from Peter not long after meeting the young do-gooder. "Wait, I think that's them." He notes before he leans outwards to look closer, his fingertips and bottom the only things keeping him on the side of the brick building looking over where the ninjas just ran in front of.

    "I'm not super sure I'm-" The screams silence Miles and the glove on his right hand creaks and cracks as he squeezes his fist tightly. "I'm moving in Spider." He notes before he pushes off, feet going forward and up over his head as he dives down to the six men, landing on his hands and rollings with the forces as he lands and catching himself sliding with his finger tips and feet flaired wide and he looks up from under his red hood.

    "Sup?"

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    The assembled goons snap to attention, and immediately respond. One pitches a hollowed out egg full of Chilli-powder at the ground infront of Miles, as his comrades hurl shruiken. One raises his sword and starts to shout something, only shit gets weird right off the bat.

    Theres a blip of color, brilliant hues of pink and purple like digital static. It's shape diffuse and diffuclt to discern in any detail, but it vanishes as quickly as it comes. That raised sword goes clattering to the ground, followed by the Ninja who held it. Another cries out "Owari" and for a moment there Miles is all but forgotten. Another runs towards his comrade, and immediately another flash of color before he goes down in a bloodied heap.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man blinks as Carbon jumps in. With a stifled grimace, he follows Daylight Savings Time and springs forward. He lands on the north side of the roof, then smiles to the nearest ninja.
"Hi!"
Then the ninja gets swamped with a swath of webbing that coats and covers him. Spidey pushes him back to web him to a heat-exchanger.

Miles Morales has posed:
    Miles hits the deck, flattening himself against the sudden barage of shuriken and ninja weapons, even rolling a few times before he pushes his hands against the ground hard enough to send himself tumbling through the air and landing on his feet.

    "Whoa. Spider! You seeing this?" He calls into his comms as the world seems to sparkle and crackle with 'code' or something. "It's like that old matrix movie... only pink... Am. Am I the One?" Miles asks as he moves closer towards the ninjas, a fist cocked back and ready to bap a ninja in the head so hard!

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    These are apparently the discount off brand sort've Ninjas, because the moment they start getting webbed and getting cut down? Well they panic, badly. One rushes towards Miles, though by now it's less of a "Ninja sprint" and more of a bull rush. Another goes dashing off towards where the glitch -was-, swinging wildly at the air.

Herur flailing ninja swordsman doesn't last long, as that glitch erupts into a stream of movement. Rushing the poor guy down and passing his left side before coming to a sliding stop, shortly before the poor fool goes slumping to the ground like something out of a Samurai flick.

    "Oh wow, Spidermen. Totally cool."Offered in crisply japanese accented English. Casually Our favorite anti-ninja-ninja flips the hood of her cloak back, letting down the techno camouflage drop and revealing a short woman dressed in all black. Granted she's got a distinctly more technological bend to her, judging from the computer strapped to her forearm. Nevermind that bright red Polygonal fox mask, which is not exactly part of your usual 'Black pajama' getup. "You guys shouldn't have, I had these chumps no problem."

Peter Parker has posed:
"If you're not careful, you're going to become the NONE!" Spider-Man was about to web the last one when someone else handles it. A little on the flashy side...actually, a LOT on the flashy side.

Spider-Man straightens as he drops to the roof from the raised ledge. "Well, when people start being turned into pincushions, we don't do any of that whole standing-by business. I'm Spider-Man." He points to the other Spider. "That's Carbon Spider. And now...who the Jim Belushi are you?"

Miles Morales has posed:
    As the ninja rushes him in fear Miles gives the thugja a sharp upper cut to the jaw and then he does at least catch the man before he drops to the ground and really hurts himself. Making sure the ninjas are at least not going to hurt them any more, Miles stands up, and looks back up from behind his mask at the rain before looking over to Chizue.

    "We didn't really know we were doing anyone a favor..." Carbon Spider explains as he steps over to the two and while he's usually up on who's who as far as superheroes, "Who are you? I feel like we're a bit behind the nineball on this one."

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Theres a flourishing flick of that sword, before she slips it back into it's scabbard. "Man totally forgot, you guys have no idea who I am in America."She draws herself to her full height, before offering a thumbs up. "I'm the Ninja known as Owari. Bosses back home sent me here to take care of these fake punks calling themselves Ninja, can't have punks stealing the brand and making us look like crooks right?" Introductions handled, she settles back into a comfortable slouch.

    "Oh hey before I forget to say anything, totally dig the costumes guys. Strong themeing, great color selection, it's a good look for sure."And with a touch of her gloved finger to that mask, it changes color. Fading from that bright cherry red into a decidedly more muted pale blue, ninja tech at work of course. "You guys run into punks like this often?"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man frowned. "Yeah, only they were Cuisinarting people. We call that Assault With a Deadly Weapon at best. No deaths, but there are a lot of hospital beds being filled."

Don't get him wrong, he is flattered by the compliment, but people were HURT here.

"Well, Owari...I appreciate you wanting to stop them, but we take a dim view of lethal force here." He taps the webbed ninja with the toe of his boot. "Hence the webs. So you're part of some Yakuza group in Japan?"

Miles Morales has posed:
    "Well, he's got webs, I don't. Yet. Working on it. Should be soon. Next issue hopefully." Carbon Spider explains, crossing his fingers and waving them both up in the air. "This is the first time I've seen ninjas. In real life. Movies don't count. Do movies count?" Miles asks, turning his head towards Spidey and shrugging his shoulders up and waiting for an answer. "But yeah, we don't like people killing others or even really hurting. --- Ohhh whoa! That's cool. She changed the color of her mask, you can't do that can you?" He asks Peter.

    There's a buzzing sound coming from Miles' pocket and the wallcrawler has to pull out his phone and frowns. "Sorry you two, mom's calling me."

    "Hey Mom, yeah, I'm studying, yeah. No. No. Yeah. I'm on my way. I'll be home in a bit... L-love you too." Miles looks over his shoulder and gives the two finger salute off his forehead before he disappears off the roof.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Woah woah, Yakuza? No way man, I'm a card carrying member of the "Tokyo Justice Association". I'm a real deal Ninja, straight out've Tokyo. Bound to the emperor and all that good stuff, you know?"Arms crossed as she leans back against an A/C unit. "Look Ninja got their own law, and their own punishments. You wanna talk random criminal types, sure they deserve their day in court. Absolutely no argument there."

     And a nod towards one of the dead Ninjas. "They opted in, they broke the code and so they pay the price. These punks have been playing games in America for too long, using our techniques in service to wicked men. So they sent somebody to handle the problem, and this is what handling it looks like for Ninja. Not pretty, but they chose this life for themselves. No Ninja expects to die in bed, you know?"

Peter Parker has posed:
"The Emperor. Okay...right. Are these all of the ones you were going after, or are there more? Because I gave up watching Sho Kosugi films a long time ago, and I'm getting flashbacks." He looked around. "It must be serious if they sent in the Japanese version of the roofing contractors from Dover."

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Oh a few thousand we think."She offers ever so casually. "There are two clans that fled Japan because they went full on mercenary, we sort've lost track of them because we had two world wars and some other stuff going on. In that time they blew up, and both got allied to some real nasty fucks. I mean we're talking full on crazy world domination shit, it's nuts right?"Casually she kicks one Ninja over, using her sheathed sword to point to the black clad figure. "See how he doesn't wear a Mon or anything anywhere, no identifying marks what so ever? That means he's an outlaw, it's not like he's a professional who made a few mistakes. These guys are all about that life."

    "Theres some brain washing going on, some mystical contracts and so fourth. So theres no reforming them, this man has been turned into a wild animal. You don't arrest and rehabilitate these sort of people, you put them to the sword and move on before they do even more damage."And a little shrug there. "Look Criminals are one thing, but this is Ninja on Ninja business. You don't need to involve yourself unless you wanna tell me when you see these punks around. Help me limit the damage."

Peter Parker has posed:
"People are getting HURT. That MAKES it my business, Owari. But I'd rather work WITH you than fight you over this. They need to be stopped. I'll help you, but you gotta be straight with me about them."

Spider-Man knelt down. "Maybe I can do something with forensics to find out more information..." He looked up. "You're some kind of...what, techno-ninja?"

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "My clan doesn't do the mystical magical bullshit, we use tools and technology. So yes, a Techno-Ninja."She lifts a gloved hand and with an audible -click- pulls that mask away to reveal, ok well it's the faceplate of a visorless helmet. Emblazoned across that armored plate in vibrant yellow, three diamonds enclosed in a circle. "As real as it gets Spider-man, I'm being as straight with you as I can be."That mask is given a shake before it's clipped back into place and, ok wait it's a polygonal cat now instead of a Fox.

    "Yeah usually I infiltrate bad guy lairs, rip off their networks or capture the big cheese as they sleep in bed. That kind of stuff, yaknow?"And another nudge with her boot. "You're welcome to looking him over, but he doesn't carry a cellphone nor will he have a map. We won't be able to trace them to an HQ just yet, they won't become vulnerable until I bleed them a lot more. They haven't started making mistakes yet."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man reaches into his backpack and pulls out a small plastic box. He opens it to reveal the basic tools of a forensics kit. He lift debris from one of the outfits, takes a sample of the cloth. "Unless they sprang straight from a dryer, where they've been will be on their clothes. What material is used can help determine how and where they were made, and with what. It may not be much, but I have a mass spec back at the lab, and you might be surprised what might be found."

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Oh hey by all means, take a crack at it. I don't know where the dye comes from, but the cloth is totally going to be Hemp."Theres a roll of the wrist to produce a knife, which she uses to slice open the poor guy's shirt and a tug to lay his chest bare. From collar bone to hip, there are arcane characters seared into the flash. Unfortunately that sword wound does bisect his chest right at the heart, but you can make out -most- of it. "I'd be more curious to know who he was, before this. Fingerprint obscuring goes back centuries, dental work is relatively more recent. You wanna get something, you're better off trying to figure out what his DNA says."

    "In Japan we don't have a national DNA database, I do know America does this for Criminals, but this man was recruited young."Carefully pointing out a long surgical scar on the right side of the abdomen which has been branded over. "This is to conceal a ninja tool he carried in his body, but such implants are made when you're very young. No later than fourteen I would guess?"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man takes pictures of the characters even as his voice hardens. "Child soldiers. Stone the crows." He also took pictures of the scar, the brand, and the face. Maybe Intrerpol might have something. He swabs the mouth, then caps the container. "I think it's time to call the cops." He pointed to the webbed one, which was pinned but otherwise unharmed. "Can you get any info out of him?"

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Not likely, Torture is part of our training pretty early on. I mean there are drugs, but most of us are trained to lie even then. We'd never know if anything he said was true, a telepath might be able to get something out of him though."Theres a little shrug there. "Either way he surrenders his soul if he talks, or he allows himself to be captured. He'll kill himself as soon as he's able to satisfy the contract, probably has a cyanide capsule hidden somewhere."

    Theres a glance back towards Peter, though she doesn't rise. "I can give him an honorable death, but it's your call. You caught him, you decide. It makes no difference to me in the scheme of things."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man shook his head. "Where there is life, there is hope. If he wants to kill himself, I can't stop that...but I WILL fight the idea of all of his choices being taken away from him for all time."

He stood up. "I'm calling the police. We're not going to just leave them up here. The NYPD has to know. Even if..."

He suddenly stops. For a moment, he is SURE that the people are after him because of Gwen Stacy's death, that her father was looking to haul him in.

But that's not right. He CAUGHT her. She was ALIVE. In a coma, yes, but ALIVE.

"...Sorry. Had a moment there. Look, if you want to get scarce, I can handle that. But if you want help, even though we see things differently..." He writes out a phone number and hands it to Owari. "Here. It's a spoofed number, but I'll get it."

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Your catch, your call. It's only fair."She takes the number with a nod, before taking a step back. Thats a soft -thwip- as she flicks a card out towards Peter in return"Yeah no problem, just give me a ring if you need a hand or you see more of these jerks alright?"She takes a step back, pulling that hood up as she heads towards the roof's edge. "Fuck me, I think I need a milkshake."

    Parting words and numbers exchanged, it's off to go satisfy her sweet tooth. She takes a little hop over the edge, and -poof-.

//Ninja Vanish!//

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man catches the card and eyes it carefully. He then slips it into a ziplock bag for analysis.

NINJAS. NOW he has to worry about NINJAS. Boy, Miles is going to have KITTENS when he finds out.