7636/Cleaning the streets

Cleaning the streets
Date of Scene:	31 August 2021
Location:	Somewhere in Brooklyn
Synopsis:	The Madison gets her first taste of costume vigilante action.
Cast of Characters:	Chizue Nakamura, Madison Evans

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Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Owari sees all, or so she claimed. She is certainly apparently prompt in taking note of her student's movements, as the moment Madison crosses over into the Boroughs a text appears! //How do you feel about playing sidekick for me tonight, have some hero business to attend to which could be educational. This would be a considerable advancement in your training schedule, so not mandatory.// And a moment later a picture of, wait is that a baseball uniform? //Got you covered on a costume, I'll explain if you want to go out. Japanese history, we'd be honoring a great hero from Hokkaido. He'll be ok, but is going to be out of action for awhile. The opportunity is quite the honor.//

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison get the text and stares at it for a long time, an uncertain expression on her features. She glances around, as if expecting to spot Owari somewhere - or maybe she'd tracking her phone?
    Or maybe she's a //ninja,// Mads. No one //sees// ninjas.
    Finally, she types up a reply. 'Is anyone gonna get killed? I don't wanna see that. How late would we be?' After all, her mom worries if she stays out too late.
    Being a teen with a responsible parent makes it tough to balance superhero training.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
     "Hero work, not Ninja work. No killing, though I'm liable to put somebody in the hospital for awhile." Followed almost immediately by "Two or three hours, I'll take you home on my bike if necessary. Our target won't be in town for terribly long, or at least he wasn't planning to. Unfortunately for him, his airline has lost his booking info in a freak computer accident and can't find his cell phone number. Super unfortunate for him, isn't it?"

    Followed by directions to an alleyway over in Brooklyn, and a photo of a distinctive drug store sign nearby.

    "No obligations."

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison spends a while longer staring at her phone. The pause is noticeable, given that all she sends back is, 'Okay.'
    She follows the directions to the alleyway - her hands shoved in jean pockets, with her Jedi Academy backpack on her shoulders. She's wearing a 'The Ewoks Have the Phonebox' t-shirt that shows a group of ewoks carrying away the TARDIS - but with the sleeves inexpertly cut off. Her mother hadn't been able to get the stain out, after all.
    She walks at a quick pace, occasionally ending up jostled on the busy New York streets. This city was //crazy//.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "You're late."Owari is, well not here tonight. A knee length neat black pleated skirt, black blouse and of course that trademark white frilled apron tied in a distinctive cross between her shoulders. The details kind of stand out though, if only because they're all bright yellow. The half finger sparring gloves and skate shoes, never mind the length of brilliant yellow scarf wound round her neck and face to keep her identity hidden. The Yellow Scarf Buster everyone,live in New York.

    "Hurry up and get changed, our boy's starting to suspect something is wrong."And from behind a convenient dumpster she produces a backpack and a bright white baseball bat covered in Kanji. "I've got a stash nearby we can hide your stuff, I doubt this guy'll last too long either way. Seeing anyone in -that- costume might be enough to give him a heart attack."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "You didn't give me a //time//!" Madison complains. "I walked." She glances nervously around. She's supposed to... change here? In an alley? In //New York City//? This feels wrong. She pulls herself as far behind the dumpster as she can manage, to keep herself out of sight of the foot traffic on the street, and hastily changes, with her back turns to Owari. "What's with the baseball uniform, anyways?" she asks as she changes.
    "...does it matter that I don't have my bokens with me? They're in my room." Yes, she pluralizes the word boken. Yes, that's teeth-grittingly annoying to people who actually know Japanese.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "In Japan when somebody downs a hero, that bad guy becomes everyone's number one obsession until he's caught. Hokkaido's a quiet city compared to Tokyo, but they have heroes. Last week a Local Hokkaido hero called "Hitta", or I guess Slugger in English? Anyway he's doing the hero thing, talking to some kids and not even fighting anyone. Dude walks up, puts six shots in his back and walks away."She lets that hang out there. ""Hitta" will be alright, but he's probably never going to wear his uniform again. Well his sister, is my -ex- and I knew the guy pretty well once upon a time. He'd be laughing his head off if he knew what we were going to do."

    The uniform is, well of course it's a tailored fit. An exact duplicate for the Hokkaido Fighter's baseball uniform, only across the back there's no numbers only "Hitta" stitched for all to see. Cleats, the knee high socks, batting gloves, domino mask and a batting helmet. It's a whole thing.

    "I'll take lead, I just want you swinging for the fences if anyone gets around the side of me so I can focus on this guy. No kill shots, so kidneys, knees, elbows and chins only with that bat understand?"The Yellow Scarf doesn't turn around, instead casually rolling up her sleeves to strap on a knife under one forearm and a web-shooter under the others. "Tonight you're Hitta, and I'm the Yellow Scarf Buster. Yellow, Scarf or whatever works just fine as far as I'm concerned if you need to get my attention alright?"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Oh..." Madison says slowly, as she's pulling up the socks, and slipping her feet into cleets - how the hell did Owari know her clothes size and show size? It was weird. Oh well, why question it? With that done, she slips on the mask, and the helmet, then picks up the bat and her backpack - which now has all her clothes shoved inside.
    "Sounds like he's a real jerk. I'm sorry about your friend. Umm... so we have somewhere to stash? Please don't say in the dumpster..." she begs quietly as she offers it over.
    She must look utterly strange dressed up in all this baseball gear - part of her wants to take a picture! But it's probably best not to.
    "Man. I can't imagine fighting crime in this much white. He must have gone through a lot of bleach..."

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "I think he just had a bunch of uniforms actually, but I never cared to investigate. I mean back when I was wearing like a reverse French Maid it was a nightmare, one fight and I look like a Slasher villain."The stash spot is thankfully -not- the Dumpster, though well it takes a bit of a run to climb the brick high enough to unhinge the back of a false A/C unit. Not that she seems terribly troubled, of course. "Nobody gets out of life alive, what good is leaving a pretty corpse." Snagging the pack and carefully tucking it away with her own kit, before swinging the back shut and dropping back down to the pavement without so much as a hint of noise.

    "Alright, stay -close- to me. Expect a lot of pyrotechnics, flash bombs and smoke grenades and a lot of other tricks. It'll be very hard to stay focused, but I need you to keep them from getting around me so I can focus on the big bad guys. If it starts getting wild, just call my name alright?"Offering a wink as she thumbs to the nightclub across the street. "Oh and, you've got free use of your powers but be mindful this is going to be a bit of a brawl so keep something in reserve alright?"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Right. Scarf. Got it," Madison agrees with nervous energy, clutching tightly to the bat.
    She has //no experience// with a bat. Should she treat it like a sword? It's not a sword. People don't hold them the same way...
    "My powers still aren't that great - but I've been practicing." The Jedi Mind Trick still isn't working, //at all,// much to her frustration. But what can she do?
    "I can do this," she murmurs to herself.
    Her mom is going to //kill// her if she ever finds out. Ground her for //life.//
    ...better not let her find out.
    "I can do this."

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Theres a glance over her shoulder, reaching back to give Madison a nudge. "Knees, Elbows, Kidneys and jaws. Don't think it, don't say it. -KNOW- it."And a little nod. "I believe in you."And with that, she's off. She clears the hood of a parked car in a graceful arc, slowing in the road to slow an oncoming taxi with a stern waggle of her finger. Then across the street, and there's no more time for pep talks.

    The Bouncer at the door is a huge guy, and he starts to raise one hand to ward off the fearsome combat maid. He never gets a chance to speak however, The Yellow scarf breaks into a dead sprint right at him. A short hop to plant a foot on the wall, before twisting in a decidedly artful somersault mid air. Finally coming down to drive her feet into his hips. Grasping his tie in one hand and riding him forward into the pavement before delivering an elbow hard enough to bounce his head off the pavement.

    "Stay close to me!"Comes her final warning, before ploughing through the doors and into the darkened bar beyond. Is that heavy metal blaring? Yes, that's absolutely metal blaring over the speakers, a maid and a baseball player go to a metal bar ought to be a joke right?

Madison Evans has posed:
    Okay. Okay. Time to dash across a busy New York street without heeding the traffic. Easy, right?
    Concentrating on that part of her that she calls 'the Force' - Madison uses it to enhance her movements as she leaps over the parked car. It isn't graceful of a movement, but it's very effective, and while her running doesn't turn into a blur like her friend Irie's does, she moves with enough speed to easily catch up with Owari as she deals with the guard, and Madison ducks into the bar, just ahead of her mentor, with her baseball bat held at the ready.
    She feels like she should spout out a dramatic line at this point. 'Nobody move!' 'Do you feel lucky, punk?' 'The heavy Hittas are here!'
    Instead, she just poses in what she hopes is an intimidating manner as her gaze quickly searches the interior, ignoring the blaring heavy metal music.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    The majority of those present clear the way, but Scarf zeroes in on her target in a booth immediately. The dude in question isn't hard to pick out, because he's got a bright white baseball bat covered in Kanji resting against his shoulders. A slender weasel of a man, who's jaw is clearly agape. His crew are quick to their feet at least, for all the good that'll do them.

    The yellow scarf just dives right in, half twisting mid sprint, before planting her hands against the floor just to get that little extra "umph". That drop kick lands with an audible crack, hard enough to lift him off his feet and blow him over the back of the booth into the brick wall beyond. It's enough to shake the dust out of the rafters, but not enough to make it plain to some knuckleheads.

    The guy seated at the other end of the table, we'll call him "Chain" on account of the comically oversized wallet chain he's wearing. Well he should be running, but he's a little too stupid for that. Instead he grabs a nearby beer bottle, before stumbling around behind the Yellow Scarf. He probably should have kept his eyes on the girl with the bat but...

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison has no trouble keeping up with Owari as she crosses the bar, twisting out of the way of some of the fleeing patrons. She takes up a position at Owari's side, trying to cover her back, and as that man swings with a beer bottle? Madison swings as well, aiming for the man's wrist as she tries to knock the bottle clean out of his hand. "Not cool, dude!" she tells him - before aiming a second kick towards his privates. It's not a very 'Jedi-like manuever, but it was appropriately non-lethal, and a good way to discourage gents from fighting back.
    "Everyone out, please!" she calls.
    Yes. 'Please.'

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Yellow Scarf rolls up to one knee, before pouncing at the poor guy still stuck in the booth. Leaving her flanks entirely to Madison to protect, all the more apparent as she literally dives right into the clinch. A head butt to start things off, before driving in with a sharp elbow to break his nose followed by a flurry of lefts and rights delivered in a blur. It's a hell of a beat down, delivered in record time.

    The guy with the bat meanwhile, finally breaks out of his stupor. Yowling as if he'd been struck, before bolting from the booth and diving into the crush of folks trying to get the hell out of the way.

    Chain's gives a shout of pain, wheeling around just in time to get a swift kick in the cajones. To his credit at least he doesn't go down immediately, but he is visibly wobbly on his feet. Reaching way back before throwing a left handed haymaker at his bat-wielding attacker!

Madison Evans has posed:
    Out of the corner of her eyes, Madison can see the man approaching with his own bat. Can she really take on two guys at once? But Owari's trusting her to watch her back. So... So she'd better. She twists narrowly out of chain-guy's blow - and swings low for his knee, trying to get him down to the floor where he'll be less of a threat to any of them. Honestly, though, she was more worried about the guy who was coming at her with a bat. She knows enough about physics to know the tip of that bat'll be moving faster than than handle - and thus it'll carry much more force, //and// be harder to avoid. Stupid science.
    Out of the corner of her eyes, though, she spots a pitcher of beer, and with a moment's concentration, she sends it flipping into the path of bat-guy, slicking up the floor in his path.
    Please slip and fall. Please slip and fall. Pleeeeease?

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    Mr.bat is too busy looking over his shoulder to notice the beer, and I mean there's a Combat Maid and a baseball player he -knows- he killed Last week fighting his buddies. It's plenty distracting alright? So he doesn't see the beer, and all it takes is one step on that broken glass for his leg to go shooting out from under him. He goes down comically hard with a grunt, dropping the bat and writhing for a moment.

    Chain's knee takes the blow with a wicked -crack- and he goes down to one knee with a howl of pain, his good left arm shooting back behind him only to find a Combat Maid.

    Yellow scarf catches the brute's forearm first, before grasping onto a pair of fingers and -CRACK-. Followed by a prompt pivot to grab onto his hair and slam the back of his head into the bartop. "Stay with that bastard, go! I'm right behind you! Swing for the fences!"

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Yesssssss!" Madison hisses as the guy slips in the beer and goes down. Fight smart! Right?
    "God you're stubborn!" she adds towards chain-guy - before aiming a kick with the sole of her foot towards the guy's side, attempting to topple him over with a slightly strength-empowered kick. She was no Hulk or Kryptonian - but she could hit above her weight-class when she put the effort into it.
    Maybe she forgot she was wearing cleets.
    Her next move is to head towards the dropped bat - and swing at it hard, sending it skittering across the bar and safely out of the fight. "There's only one bat allowed. Sorry." Not sorry.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Yo-you're not him!"Blather's captain obvious over there, struggling to get to his feet for a moment. Producing a proper fucking Bowie knife from the small of his back with a grunt, as gets upright. "No bother, I'll field dress you like a fucking deer you little bitch!"Flipping that big blade underhand as he circles around to the left slowly, still a touch wobbly.

    That's an objectively stupid move, beyond bringing a knife to a bat fight I mean. He takes his eyes completely off the yellow Scarf Buster, and that's just not a very good idea. She -erupts- from between a pair of fleeing patrons, She makes a flying leap to drive an knee directly into the poor guy's armpit as she grabs after the wrist with the blade. The dull crunch is plainly audible and the knife goes skittering, even as she swings her free leg up and over his head to swing her heel back across his face. Still she hangs on, curling forward to throw him off balance. Her shoulders hit the ground and finally she uncoils, throwing him overtop and slamming him into the ground head and shoulders first. Hands still tight on his forearm twisting as she wrenches now his elbow out of socket before pressing it...oh god elbows aren't supposed to bend that way!

    "Hit'em in the teeth, knock his lights out!"

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison's eyes go wide at the sight of the knife. In fact, she was about to swing at the arm holding the weapon - and barely manages to stop herself with 'Yellow Scarf' swings into action instead. Gosh, if she got stabbed - that would be way worse than just missing curfew a little!
    She tries to keep her eyes on their surroundings as Owari deals with the knife-wielding thug, intent on making sure that no one sneaks up on her. It's a enough of a distraction that when a command is shouted out at her, her first response is, "Huh?" Followed immediately by, "Oh! Right. Okay."
    Gosh she hopes his tongue is firmly inside his mouth, she can't help but think as she swings her bat for the underside of his jaw.
    She's going to shatter his jaw and maybe make him bite off a piece of his tongue. Oh man...

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    -CRACK- goes the bat, -skitter- go teeth across the ruined dance floor. He's out like a light, and The Yellow Scarf takes a moment to untangle herself before popping up to smooth out her apron like it's no big deal. "Nice hit, good work."She offers casually, before nodding towards where the other bat went. Not even out of breath, she immediately kicks the punk over and produces a pair of flex cuffs and clickity-clack. "Rescue the real bat, we don't need anyone getting a trophy off a downed hero right?"And with that, she grabs the punk's collar and begins dragging him towards the exit.

    "Hey you wanna grab some Chinese before you call it a night, you earned it."

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison blinks. "Oh. Shit. That was //his// bat?" she asks. She's after it in a shot, moving faster than - well, than she can ever recall moving. She scoops it up, and returns to Chizue's side.
    "Depends. How late is it? If I'm not home by 10 my mom is going to absolutely //freak//. She'll ground me for like... weeks, I bet."
    Okay, probably days. But it really depends on how late past the curfew she gets.
    "...I've never actually hit someone before," she admits quietly.

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "Eh we got time."And onto the sidewalk he goes, another pair of zipties applied to fix him to a light pole before producing a sharpie. "Attempted murderer. fugitive from justice. See Sapporo PD in Hokkaido. Wanna be cape killer"In sharpie, scrawled across whats left of the poor guy's face before just as casual as can be she produces a cellphone and takes a few steps back to snap a pic. Immediate hero work taken care of, she casually crosses into traffic and strolls right back the way she came. "We'll have you back in time, worst case scenario? Tell her you saw Spider-Man, nobody knows who the Yellow Scarf Buster is in America so.."

    Slowing to a stop to offer Madison a long look, and a little nod. "You did great, really great. How'd you like your first taste of hero work? We were a bit rougher than most times you understand, but the guys had already shot one cape so..."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "Ohhhh, I don't think telling her I saw Spider-man would help my case!" Madison replies. "She doesn't want me getting involved in caped crusaders of any shape or size," she explains with a sigh. She looks anxiously both ways as they stroll casually into traffic, not slowing until they're safely on the opposite pavement.
    "It was- well. It wasn't too bad. But I mean, if they shot a guy - I mean, shot him //six times,// you don't shoot someone that many times unless you're- well..." Trying to kill him. Painfully, too, considering they never went for the head, apparently.
    "Plus, that guy did pull a knife." And knives can be pretty fatal as well.
    "...it was kinda scary, though. I mean, I really didn't want to get with that- this, bat."

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    A hop and a skip, and she snags a -pair- of backpacks now. Tossing one towards Madison "get changed, then dinner."She commands simply, moving across the way to dip around a corner and behind a dumpster. "Some guys just wanna kill capes, most just want to get away or complete their little scheme but every so often?"Shrugging as she unwinds that scarf and gets to changing with practiced ease. "Gunmen aren't terrifically dangerous up close, but you need surprise and team work if you're going to go slogging through a bunch of them.

    For as potentially menacing as Owari is, and how feared the Yellow Scarf Buster may be back in Japan? Chizue is, just a woman. Heck she even wears glasses, granted she definitely doesn't need them but the look is surprisingly normal. "I'll drop our boy in the hospital an email and see what he wants to do, but I'll bet he's going to say you earned the right to keep the bats."

Madison Evans has posed:
    Madison is just listening in silence as she works on changing quickly back into her own clothes - and trying not to turn brick red at the notion of changing in a city alley. It's very uncomfortable for her.
    It's the last thing that Owari says that really catches her attention, though.
    "Wait- I- me? Keep it? I mean - I didn't do //that// much, I mean, it was just the one fight, and you're the one who found the guys, and took out the boss, and everything..." she says uncertainly. "Shouldn't //you// keep it, if anything?"

Chizue Nakamura has posed:
    "You did plenty, tonight you were somebody's hero. You avenged a fallen protector, and you helped a criminal come to justice."Casually slinging her pack, and letting that helmet hang from her finger tips. "Tonight, You were a hero for the first time. You were a hero and you did it in his name, that's pretty awesome I think. Made me proud at least."

    And a slow roll of the shoulders as she glances down the alley to make sure nobody's peeping. "Either way I'll drop him an email, it's his call either way."

Madison Evans has posed:
    "I guess," Madison agrees. "...you think they'll really send them back to Japan - hand them over to the Japanese police?" she asks uncertainly. "I mean - it'd be good if they did. I hope they do." She struggles awkwardly to get her shoes back on and finally manages it, hefting her backpack back onto her shoulder and offering the baseball uniform back to Owari.
    "So - Chinese, huh? Not Japanese? I bet you know some great Japanese places in down! Does takoyaki really have octopus in the middle? I bet it's grooooooss!" she babbles cheerfully as the pair step back out into the street, melding with the other pedastrian traffic, each with a baseball bat in hand.