8642/A little B and E after hours
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| A little B and E after hours | |
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| Date of Scene: | 11 November 2021 |
| Location: | Gotham University's research labratories |
| Synopsis: | Giselle and Owari talk over a would be hood's body. |
| Cast of Characters: | Chizue Nakamura, Giselle duGevaudan
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- Chizue Nakamura has posed:
Lets be real here, it was -late- hours ago. Now it's starting to get -early-, the labs have long been all but abandoned by now. It isn't entirely unreasonable to expect that the door to the Genetics lab left ajar, propped open with a janitorial cart could have gone unnoticed. Nor that the young man dressed in the blue boiler suit all the Janitors wear, might have gone unseen. If not for the noise of course, the breaking of glass most notably.
The young hood in question flings open doors and cabinets, dragging handfulls of glassware out and letting them hit the floor when their labels don't match the little list he's got pulled up on his phone. "Fucking come on, come on where are is it!"
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
Giselle tried to keep regular hours, but she'd forgotten an important folder on the desk she shared with the other part-time science professor. It contained an answer key for upcoming exams. If it fell into the hands of a student, there'd be hell to pay.
So the young man in the cover-alls was hardly the only person on campus at this hour. It was the breaking glass in the nearby lab that got Giselle's attention. The security guard wouldn't be making such a ruckus. Grabbing a heavy chromosome model and holding it like a bat, the slim professor crept into the hall and towards the labs.
- Chizue Nakamura has posed:
"Fucking score!"Our young hood grabs a heavy bottle and gives it an experimental shake, before tucking his phone away and heading back towards the door. A firm tug on the door and a hipcheck to get the doorway open, and he emerges right out into the hallway. Freezing in place in the doorway a moment, cradling...Oh ok well yeah this is a drug thing. Considering that jug he's got, it's -definitely- a meth thing. He tugs a hankerchief up over his face with one hand, before pointing. "Hey, You stay -right- there!"
He misses it entirely of course, as a window silently slips open and a..something comes through further down the hall behind. A vague distortion of light and shape, which approaches the poor boy slow and steady from behind. Some of it's figure vaguely becoming easier to see, namely the two triangular portions at the top which in Gotham surely must mean...
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
The olive-skinned woman freezes, just as directed, her improvised 'club' forgotten in her hands. "I've called security," she lied easily, her French accent a little thicker, with her distress.
The woman's poker face crumbled as the stealthy person entered behind the would-be thief. Spotting the 'bat ears' on the cowled head, she remarked suddenly, "I thought you'd be bigger."
- Chizue Nakamura has posed:
"Rough crowd."Comes the immediate retort, only not from the punk. It's a hissing, distorted electronic growl designed with the utmost of care to intimidate of course. It's sufficient to get the young man's attention, and the moment he wheels around the camouflage drops. Those "Bat ears" are angular Tanuki ears it turns out, hell the whole mask is a polygonal tangle back lit in a soft violet which does little to distract from those brilliant blood red dot-matrix eyes in the otherwise eye sockets should be. Upper body hidden under a short hooded poncho, though the leggings and those trademark all black skate shoes are enough to spot. As is that holographic tail which swings out behind her.
The poor kid backs up against the wall, reaching inside his boiler suit for something. She moves like a knife, stepping forward and in a brilliant flourish of violet out comes that sword from her side. Slashing just above that jug against the poor kid's chest, before he stiffens and slumps. A free hand snagging onto the neck of that jug as the kid hits the ground, thankfully not in a pool of blood. "Not very clever, was he?"
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
Giselle is not up to date on all the current Gotham vigilante/heroes. Still, she thinks she might recognize this one. Or, maybe not. She checks on the confiscated jug first, making sure it's nothing too unstable. She then drops her gaze to the felled thief.
"Is he dead?" She didn't sound overly concerned either way, though not dead was less complicated. She eventually lowers her club, letting it thump against the side of her hip.
- Chizue Nakamura has posed:
"Oh no, he'll continue to cost the tax payer millions even after he's let loose to get right back up to no good."A single flourish and away goes that sword, all but throwing it back into it's scabbard. "Professional curtesy dictates I play by the rules, even if they're obnoxious."Slowly she squats down to turn out the boy's pockets, relieving him of a cell phone and...yeah that's a Glock 19. "I'm sure he's one prison stay away from reform."
That costume fading into jet matte black, save for those bright dot-matrix eyes which lift to lock onto Giselle. "You're unharmed I trust, Professor I presume?"Casually dropping the pistol's magazine and ejecting the loaded round, before offering it butt first towards Giselle. Batman, she is most assuredly not.
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
At the moment, Giselle looked anything but scholarly. She wore a suede jacket, thrown hastily over robe and pajamas. Fortunately, her PJs weren't the slightest bit scandalous, though the bottoms appeared to be some sort of coffee drinking french cat.
"Oui, yes. Professor duGevaudan." She replied mechanically as she reached for the gun. Clearly, a reflex prompted the action, as she now blinked owlishly at the weapon held in her free hand. "Should I, call the cops?" Clearly standing in the hall ni the wee hours of the morning, conversing with caped crusaders didn't fall into a known etiquette principle.
- Chizue Nakamura has posed:
"A pleasure Professor, I am the Kunoichi called Owari."Fingers briefly tracing over that cell phone, it's screen erupting in cartoonish Tanuki for a moment before it goes dark and emits a single whisp of black smoke. "If you want, Gotham Police seem both terribly corrupt and terribly unable to get much of anything done. I mean do they do anything but have press conferences about guys escaping, and cleaning up after the Bat?"Theres a little shrug at that as she kicks the phone down the hall a ways.
"I would probably skip the part about the stolen pistol I just handed you, of course. Still I'd hate for you to have to go investigate another bump in the night with, what is that a Chromosome?"Theres a blink at that. "Either way I'll hang around, our friend's cell network isn't showing anyone nearby but..."
- Giselle duGevaudan has posed:
Giselle just nodded woodenly, still trying to process what just occurred. "Oh, yes..." She stuffed the gun into her coat pocket. She then stared at the resin model. "Normally I'm not here so late." Not that she kept weapons around her house.
Gisenearlylle started down the hall towards her shared, cramped office. "Better GPD, than Mike, the night watchman. He's almost 60." She paused to see if the kunoichi followed or not. "Please, call me Giselle." said almost as an afterthought.
- Chizue Nakamura has posed:
"Entirely up to you, Giselle."She takes a moment to scoop up that magazine and chambered round, which she offers over. "Just tell them a masked vigilante showed up, tell them everything but the gun of course." A cock of the head, before she glances off down the hallway. "Mike, he's in what I presume is the security office still. In anycase I'll make myself scarce, as the GCPD tends to shoot at anyone who isn't the Bat. I will stay nearby however, alright?"
A few steps towards the window, which swings open with the barest of touches. Her figure shimmering into the background, until finally those eyes wink out and with a flicker of the overhead light? Poof.
