8885/Dine and Dash

Dine and Dash
Date of Scene:	30 November 2021
Location:	Dixie's Diner, Queens
Synopsis:	A quartet of superheroes stop the evil Big Fish Gang that's bent on robbing a mom and pop diner.
Cast of Characters:	Gilgamesh, Bando George, Hyperion, Ikaris

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Gilgamesh has posed:
It's kind of a chilly day outside, which makes the interior of the diner a perfect place to spend your time. It's warm, there's a few people around if you need company and there's decent music coming from the jukebox. Behind the counter, at the grill, is the man known as Gil. With his apron and hair net in place he's serving up food with remarkable efficiency. Every movement he makes is smooth and certain, even the eggs are cracked smoothly with one hand. It is clear that the man enjoys what he does.

The next plate of food is soon ready, Gil turning to hand it to Dixie, the lady behind the counter. It's simple fare, steak and eggs, but there's a little sprig of greenery at the edge of the plate that makes it look just a little bit nicer. Dixie says to the grill master, "Thanks for filling in today, Gil. I know it's usually your day off at the other place, but I haven't been able to give Tony a day to spend with his kids in a couple of weeks. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

Gil replies as he flips some pancakes, then some strips of bacon, "I don't mind. I usually only work a couple days a week there. A little extra money doesn't hurt." His accent is vaguely Korean.

On the other side of the counter a couple sits down at a booth, hovering over their cups of coffee and chatting quietly. Suspiciously quietly. They're dressed in hoodies, jeans and sneakers and the bigger of the two keeps looking around, almost seeming paranoid.

Bando George has posed:
    A tornado of a young man comes bursting into the diner. "It's SO cold!" he blurts out with exasperation. His ski cap on his head with a bright white ball on top, his blue winter coat has a small white paint spatter on the right arm, but otherwise looks clean. "I shoulda brought my gloves. Hi!" he announces to Dixie. "Hey Dixie!" he declares, not being a stranger to this particular diner. "How was Thanksgiving?" he asks, and spots Gil in the back. Who's that, where's Tony?" he asks, stepping up to the counter, but not near the register.

Hyperion has posed:
    The little bell that dangles before the entry-door jingles as a broad shouldered man in a red flannel shirt, and a bomber jacket enters. Mark Milton is not someone known city-wide. He's barely known to his neighbors in the apartment building he lives in. But his work in the bugle is starting to become talked about now and then in town. He's started doing political cartoons which has made his work both popular and unpopular. Politics... pfffft.

    But as he enters, he grins and comments. "Man, it's a nice day out." He must like it cooler. But he does have fair skin, auburn hair... maybe it's Nordic blood? As he speaks however, he meanders towards the counter to take a seat. It is -his- first time in here, but some of his coworkers at the Bugle seem to have more coffee from this place in their bodies than blood... so he figured he'd check it out.

Gilgamesh has posed:
"Hey honey," Dixie calls out to Bando George, giving him a bright smile. "Thanksgiving was wonderful. How was yours?"

The guy working the grill looks over his shoulder at the new arrival and lifts the spatula in a wave, "Hey. I'm Gil. Just filling in today." He continues preparing and plating food, moving swiftly but making sure every item is prepared as perfectly as can be.

Dixie looks at Mark Milton and gives him her trademark grin, "Hello sir. Have a seat wherever you'd like and I'll be right there with you."

The couple at the table continues their hushed conversation. The big one more or less stares at the two newcomers, looking them up and down as if sizing them up. The smaller of the pair continues slowly sipping coffee.

Bando George has posed:
    "Oh welcome," Bando offers Gil. "I'm Bando!" He turns his head to look up at Hyperion, who has more than half a foot on him. "Hi," he offers. Perhaps most people in the Big Apple don't instinctively introduce themselves to strangers. But Bando isn't one of most people.

    "Oh, oh, Gil. I have a CHALLENGE for you!" he declares boldly, pointing at him dramatically as he looks down his nose and along the pointing finger. "Dixie, I'm gonna see if he can do some good Texas chili. Tony did okay, don't tell him he never get's it /quite/ right." He glances up at the man in the flannel shirt, as if to make sure he's a welcome stranger in this pick up conversation. "I'm from Texas, and really good chili is hard to find around here," he explains. As for the couple with their hushed conversation? Bando seems fully unaware of it.

Hyperion has posed:
    "No rush ma'am." Mark says politely. He settles into a seat at the bar and reaches for the menu to give it a look-see.

    Once Dixie has a moment to come take his order, he's simple. Coffee. Juice. Two eggs Over Medium, toast, butter... bacon. That's it. Nothing elaborate.

    Other than that, he takes a moment to let his eyes traverse the room, an easygoing smile seeming to be his usual resting expression. Whether he notices himself being sized up or not, he gives no indication that he does. He just seems to be a relaxed guy in a good mood. But as usual, while he has time, he pulls a sketch pad and pencil out, and begins doodling.

    As he works, he smirks and looks to Bando, "I seem to recall a television commercial about Picante' sauce made in New York City..." in response to the Texas comments.

Gilgamesh has posed:
"I like a challenge, Bando," Gil declares as he moves about the kitchen, seeming to almost glide as he grabs various items to prepare the chili. "We'll see how you like what I offer." He sounds quite certain of himself. As Dixie slides Mark's order into the little clip thing above the grill Gil takes a look at it and gets working on that order simultaneously. Its a sign of long practice that he's able to work on both at the same time without making any mistakes. It won't be long before the food comes out.

The couple is quiet still. The big one keeps watching the establishment, the little one seems to be listening closely for anything untoward.

Bando George has posed:
    "Okay, I'm ready for it!" Bando answers, and then says to Hyperion. "New York City?" his voice sounds like the commercial, though apparently only incidentally. "That sounds made up by New Yorkers. Have you ever been to Texas? We eat chilly with a fork there. And none of that weird noodle stuff like they do in Cincinnati. That's just heresy."

Hyperion has posed:
    "Well, okay then." offers Hyperion. His right hand keeps doodling as he speaks. "I think it was a brand named Pace Picante' sauce. Made in San Antonio. Their commercial talked about their competitor... mocked them for being made in New York. Sorry... maybe I'm remembering it wrong."

    The fact that he is actually from an alternate universe is something that he occasionally doesn't think about, and just kinda assumes that things from home were the same as they were here. In his defense, like 99% of things -are- the same.

    "And yeah. I've been to Texas. Didn't live there though. I was just there for work."

Gilgamesh has posed:
After a little while Gil will come back with his hands full. One's a breakfast plate for Mark, the other a nice bowl of chili, both are steaming hop and look delicious. "Gentlemen, I hope you everything to your liking." He'll serve the guys himself to give Dixie a moment to ring out another customer. Gil says, "Chili's all meat with lots of chili powder. No tomato or beans to be seen anywhere. Been cooking since I got in here this morning." Mark's meal is delivered with a grin, "You kept it simple, but I think you'll like it. Even simple meals deserve proper respect and attention, especially eggs."

Bando George has posed:
    Bando skips the spoon, opting for the fork. He stabs the chili, pulling up a satisfactory amount. "See, that's what chili is supposed to be like, you should be able to eat it with a fork," he says. "You pass already for consistency." The teen looks over at the eggs, "I need more money, everything here always looks so good." He plunges his fork into his mouth, not giving it any kind of preceding test for heat. Or heat. "Oh! Hot!" he declares, opening his mouth and breathing out to get some of the temperature heat out without rudely spitting the bite back into his bowl. He probably should have blown on it or something.

Hyperion has posed:
    "Sometimes less -is- more." offers Hyperion. He uses his fork to deftly lift one of the two eggs and lay it on the buttered toast. "Kinda always loved homemade open faced egg sandwiches too. I'm weird, I know it."

    But then he notices Bando's reaction to the chili. He does his best not to laugh, and only ends up grinning a bit. "So, too hot? Or too hot?" he asks with a mild chuckle. "ma'am? Can I buy the young man a glass of milk?" he adds before noting, "It's better than water for either kind of heat." to Bando.

Gilgamesh has posed:
The proprietor of the diner looks from Hyperion to Bando with a wide smile on her face and goes to grab a glass of milk, "Sure thing, sugar." After getting the drink she heads to ring someone out. As Dixie opens the register the couple in hoodies stand up rather suddenly and the larger one moves to approach the diner's owner. The big one yells, "All the money, right now, and nobody gets hurt!" The small one moves to block the main entrance and says, "Everybody else, give up your wallets, your jewelry and your electronics!" They've got a bag open in their hands that looks like it's been lined with some sort of metallic foil.

Gil was headed to the kitchen when the big hoodie accosted Dixie. He just keeps moving, ducks low to hide his presence and quietly scoots out the kitchen door to the alley behind Dixie's Diner. The look on Gil's face is one showing he is perturbed by the sudden disruption in his feeding people.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando grins, and takes the milk to drink it, then chews his food. "Thanks. No, like, the real heat, burned my tongue," he comments, rolling it in his mouth a little. "I hate that, then you can't tas-" he's cut off as the couple of hoodies starts their heist.

    The teen raises his eyebrows, a certain cocky smile coming to his face. "Dude, you two just decided to hold up a diner? With a superhero in it?" Who's the superhero he's referring to? Is it Hyperion? Gil? Himself? He isn't very specific. "And like, you did it all wrong, you don't even got guns or anything. How are you supposed to make anybody give you their stuff?" He blows on the next bite, sitting at the counter with his meal. He looks completely unconcerned with the situation.

Hyperion has posed:
    At first, Hyperion just nods his head, "No problem. Everyone needs to deal with stuff like that now and th..." He cuts off as the two people start to move. By the time they are on their feet, his brain has already processed what he thinks they are planning to do. He's not going to just charge over and interfere right away. For all he knows, he could be wrong.

    And then they prove his gut instinct correct. Why can't idiots go somewhere else? His ears pick out the back door, and his blue eyes flicker towards the back, peering through the walls for a moment. Good, the cook got out of the line of fire. Smart.

    Then he looks back and says, "Look. There's no sense making things difficult." he says towards Bando, "It's just money. I'm sure we don't want anyone here getting hurt, right?"

    His plan? Play along, and deal with it once these goons are -not- in the diner. Speaking of the goons, his eyes flicker over both, looking to see if they are carrying weapons. His atomic vision works a lot like a Kryptonian's X-Ray vision for such purposes. But he slowly withdraws his wallet from his pocket and lays it on the counter. "Seriously. Nobody here wants anyone to get hurt." he adds, trying to placate the goons.

Gilgamesh has posed:
"Screw you guys. Like the kid said, you don't even have guns," says the patron who just finished paying. He attempts to move past the little hoodie to get through the door, looking unconcerned. When he moves to shove, however, the little villain suddenly inflates in size like a human beachball and slams their inflated belly into the customer trying to leave. The victim of the attack is thrown straight back into the counter with a powerful shove that renders them unconscious. Little hoodie shrinks back down to normal size as big hoodie compliments them, "Well done, Puffer. Soon everybody'll know not to mess with the Big Fish." He looks around, "You going to be good little superheroes or do I have to show you why I'm named Marlin?"

Marlin looks towards Hyperion and says, "Smart man. Everybody else just be cool and give us your stuff." The atomic vision will let Mark notice they don't have guns, but their anatomy isn't quite that of normal humans. Dixie starts emptying the register.

Bando George has posed:
    "Marlin? Like from Finding Nemo?" Bando asks. "Oh, do you turn into colors and stuff?" he asks. Yes, thank Disney for his association with the name being more for a clown fish than for a pointy-nosed skewer. "I dunno about the fish thing though, it's kinda..." he wobbles his hand a little. "Maybe...um...I dunno, I'm terrible at thinking on the spot about this stuff, but there's all kinds of bad puns people will make, y'know?" He takes another bite of his food, swiveling precariously on the stool. Surely he couldn't do much to impact a fight with his position, or even quickly get to a better defensible fighting pose.

    "My mom would kill me if I lost my phone," he tells the disguised superhuman. "Like, seriously, it'd be bad. Oh, oh!" He seems to get a little excited. "Okay, everybody put the stuff in the bag, I gotta show you a trick," he eagerly encourages the patrons, and turns to Dixie. "Don't worry Dixie, trust me, this is gonna be epic." Nothing like announcing to the bad guys you have a trick up your sleeve. He pulls his phone out, which doubles as a wallet. "Don't break it, okay?" he cautions Marlin.

Hyperion has posed:
    "Man. Don't try anything dramatic. Please." mutters Hyperion to Bando. But he thinks the kid -is- going to do something. So he is preparing to do what he can to make sure that any antics don't get innocent bystanders hurt... or worse.

    But then in order to hopefully help distract Marlin there, he speaks up. "Actually, I recall Marlin from my favorite silly song.. Wet Dreams. The old Doctor Dimento program had this awesome song that was literally one hundred percent aquatic puns. I literally fell out of my chair laughing the first time I heard the song." Yes, he is hoping everyone will start paying him attention even as he drops his wallet into the bag.

Gilgamesh has posed:
"Was there a Marlin in Finding Nemo?" Marlin asks, trying to figure it out. Puffer shrugs their shoulders. "And Wet Dreams? We actually like all those bad puns, but the Big Fish thing happened because we got spliced with various sea food DNA and molecules and atoms." Marlin starts making sure that everyone is loading their stuff into the bag when the door to the diner opens.

There stands the warrior king, clad in his gold and black Eternals uniform. "I am Gilgamesh, King of Uruk. Hero of innumerable tales. And you two are in the wrong business."

Puffer turns to face the newcomer only to be grabbed by the lapels and thrown bodily through the door with more ease than a regular person would toss an empty can of Coke. "Best to take this outside, I think."

Bando George has posed:
    "Wait, got spliced with seafood? That sucks man. You should sue. Probably make you better money than knocking over a diner, y'know?" Bando suggests. As if he has any idea what filing a lawsuit looks like. His attention shifts as Gil comes in through the door, and he looks back at the kitchen. No Gil. "Gil! You're a superhero? AND a cook? That's amazing." He looks over at Mark. "Did you know that? I had no idea. There's /two/ superheroes in here! I am one, too! Small world, huh?" he says. Of course, Bando doesn't realize that he's still off on his count by one.

Hyperion has posed:
    Hyperion's brows lift as Gil re-appears. He turns to gaze towards Bando. "Seriously. This is not.." And then Gil whips the guy out into the street. "Okay. I stand corrected. Marlin is it?" he asks as he looks towards the other robber. "It might be a good idea if you just kinda.. you know, gave up. I guarantee that it'll be less painful."

    Then he looks over the guy's shoulder and asks, "Oh talk about timing, there's a squad car pulling into a parking spot."

    There isn't. He's just doing his best to get attention off of him as he flicks his fingers and slides a napkin dispenser off the counter and then propels it at ludicrous speed towards Marlin's ankle with a movement of his foot so fast that most eyes couldn't even see it move. Napkin dispenser accelerator boot. That thought goes through Hyperion's mind, and he smirks at his own terrible joke.

Gilgamesh has posed:
"Shut up," Marlin says, turning towards Bando as his nose grows. It shoots straight out of his face, turning into a blade like proboscis that stops just shy of Bando's forehead. The snout retracts and Marlin turns back to Gilgamesh, "Alright Gila Monster. You're about to taste my wrath!" Before the nose can grow he turns to look at the approaching cop, realizes there isn't any and then finds himself having his leg swept out from under him. He lands smack on his face on the floor. Of course, it doesn't slow him down very long as his nose extends to help him push himself rapidly to his feet. Back to normal nose, face turns to Gil. Then: stabby nose! There's a loud crunch as the stabby nose hits the superhero and then it's back to normal nose, albeit somewhat smooshed and sideways and pouring blood. Marlin shouts as he cups his face, "My NOSHE! Itsh BUSHTED!"

Gilgamesh slowly approaches Marlin, cocks back his fist, then looks over at Bando, "You want to take this one? I mean, I think you've got dibs." Outside, a van pulls up from across the street. Puffer rolls to their feet as the door of the van opens up and a really big guy, just honking huge, steps out of the vehicle. He cracks his knuckles and says, "Leave Marlin alone, you bully! Take on someone your own size." Gilgamesh, it should be noted, is not nearly as large as the dude outside. The dude whose head is slowly elongating until it resembles that of a shark! Puffer yells, "Get him, Shark! I'll call Octopus and Flying Fish!" They whip out a cell phone and start pressing on its surface.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando jumps at the sudden near stabbing, recoiling his head back. "Whoa, that's cra-" and then Marlin is swept to the floor by Hyperion. "Ouch that' looks like it hurt," he comments. He does look a little disappointed when it appears that all the villains have been dispatched. "Really, you mean it?" he asks Gilgamesh, now a little more excited about being given the opportunity to hero it up.

    Then the Shark hops out of the van. "Oh, look, there is another one, I'll get that one," he says, declining the offer to take on Marlin some more. The youth makes his way out the door. Bando is dwarfed by the large figure of Shark. "Okay, land lubber," he says in his best pirate voice. "Jeez it's cold out here," he adds, breaking character. "You guys really double-down on the whole nautical theme, huh?" he asks Shark. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, these other guys are already probably gonna get arrested, but you can still just walk away!" He seems to be genuine in his pleading. "I've never been to jail, but I know that being a felon completely screws up your ability to have a normal job. You should really rethink this." He stands in the way of Shark, hands on his hips. He shivers a little. Ick it's cold!

Hyperion has posed:
    Sighing as things leave the general vicinity of the frying pan, and yeet themselves right down into the flames... Hyperion shakes his head. He enters Hyper-speed and takes just a moment to survey the situation. The shark guy getting out of the truck, and then he watches as Bando faces off against the ginormous mass of flesh and blubber.

    And then he is at the back door, slowing enough to open it without ripping it off the frame... and then a split second later, he is in the air, his street clothes on the roof of the diner while his black and gold uniform remain. His hair is just a little different, and those cheap fake glasses he uses when in civilian disguise. . . What? It works for the Kryptonian! Well, those are with his clothes.

    But then he comes hovering down over the van without speaking. He is in plain sight, but not trying to draw extra attention. He figures he can intercede still if he needs to. But right now, Bando seems to be enjoying himself, and Gilgamesh seems okay. For the moment, Hyperion is just happy to be backup if needed at all.

Ikaris has posed:
The hero thing.

Ikaris was staring at his suit. The blue and gold celestial tech gear that stood before him made Ikaris frown ever so slightly. But warriors were always meant to retake their arms for the sake of what was good in the world. So, Ikaris puts on the suit, each brace and mechanism locking in perfectly onto his body. He looks himself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. "Still fits...Arishem, give me strength." Ikaris takes a deep breath as he suddenly blasts out of his apartment with speed.

He soars in the heavens, his eyes closing as the feels the wind comb through his hair and his armor shine in the light. Yet he senses something. Eyes narrowing as he recognizes the touch of an Eternal....maybe a second? Curious, requires investigation.

The urgency causes Ikaris to not be at his usual speeds. He crosses a vast distance in seconds as he is seen hovering over the conflict, his eyes narrowed. He notices Hyperion, eyes narrowing at the uniformed hero, even if his eyes shift to Gilgamesh, a friendly face and one who is like a brother to him, and the unknown Bando George.

"I see we have a situation here. I recommend you all surrender." Gilgamesh may feel a thought stream across his mind: <<Strange people. Are they all fish-themed?>>

Gilgamesh has posed:
"After a stint on Ryker's for eating someone you really think I can get a real job?" Shark asks Bando. "Guy was dead when I found him, of course, but I needed the protein." For gains?

Marlin comes flying out the door of the diner, landing in an unconscious heap on the ground. Gilgamesh follows him out and looks around. He nods at Bando, "Kick his ass, kid. Don't get bit."

That's when Flying Fish soars in, aiming to tackle Ikaris out of the sky, "You surrender first! The Big Fish rule Queens now."

Octopus is currently blending in with their surroundings. But they're present. And heading to try to grapple Gilgamesh as the ancient king leans up against the front of the diner, trying to keep an eye on everything. Gil thinks back to his brother: <<Yeah. The skinny little one on the phone is the Puffer fish. The guy on the ground with the bloody face is Marlin. His nose turns into a giant blade. Dumbest power I've ever seen, probably.>> Oh yeah, there's still one on the phone. Gil starts walking in that direction, "You really haven't surrendered yet?"

Puffer is yelling into their mobile device: "Let the piranhas loose, Squid! Just start chucking them over here, it may be our only hope. There's like three supermans flying around and Marlin looks dead!"

Bando George has posed:
    "Ew! Seriously?" Bando asks Shark. "That's screwed up man. You know cheeseburgers are a thing, right?" he asks. "So I'm gonna have to yeet ya for that one." Yeet him? "How much you weigh? More than a car?" Bando's question seems to have no connection, until he poses, one hand forward, the other cocked back in a heroic pose, pointing off in the distance.

    "Yeet!"

    *Fwump* About twenty feet away, a sedan parked in a space outside the diner suddenly sucks into non-existence, only to simultaneously pop back into existence in the same space that the Shark is. The law of impenetrability means something has to move. If the Shark weighs less than the car, he'll be displaced with a force euqal to the difference in mass.

Hyperion has posed:
    "Wow. This is turning out to be a real haddock." mutters Hyperion. Flying Fish soared up -above- him, and his eyes traverse skyward. His costume certainly is gaudy... and when set against Gilgamesh's and Ikaris's, his feels like... shabby. But that is when his hyper-senses pick out the movement of the one blending into the background.

    His eyes narrow, and he says, "There is one fact that you 'Big Fish' need to remember. There is always a bigger fish."

    That said, he is suddenly on the ground right by the Octo-thug. One hand reaches out to grab onto it... which will likely allow it to grapple him back far more easily. "Do you really wish to escalate this further?" he asks as his eyes begin to glow green... his atomic energy starting to gather for what is essentially a pair of fusion beams. "I suggest that you surrender before I decide to find out what twelve thousand degrees does to a cephalopod."

Ikaris has posed:
<<The evil hearts these days have no creativity when it comes to their names, do they? But I suppose that's the strangeness of some individuals.>> Ikaris telepathically replies to Gilgamesh, when he hears something coming for him. Flying Fish is coming straight for him! He should probably move, he doesn't understand the capabilities of these guys, but Ikaris decides to put the abilities of the enemy to the test.

Flying Fish flies straight into Ikaris! Though a philosphical question since the dawn of time comes into perspective: What happens when something soft meets something hard? The softer thing breaks.

Flying Fish impacts Ikaris and they bounce off of him like a rubber ball that met a titanium wall the intelligent life form not even making the Eternal budge as his eyes slowly turn to look at him as Ikaris descends from the air to approach it, his hand attempting to lower to Flying Fish's chest and push down. Using his stength not to cave the creature's chest in, but rather to indent the body into the ground as if to trap it there.

<<Brother, who is the one in the orange and black?>> He questions Gilgamesh telepathically ash e tries to handle Flying Fish. <<and the one who can teleport the vehicles?>>

Gilgamesh has posed:
Shark goes flying about fifteen feet before landing on his rounded dome and rolling to his feet. Even his skin looks toughened now. He shakes his sharky head to get his bearing back, "I was poor! How was I supposed to get a job after a prison stint for breaking into nursing homes?" Is Shark trying to dig himself a deeper hole?

Octopus does indeed grapple Hyperion. Ineffectually. All eight invisible limbs, each with the power to break a mans's spine, and the mollusk guy can't do a damn thing. "I give up! Don't laze me, bro!" The limbs go loose, Octopus becomes visible and then reforms into a regular looking person with their hands in the sky.

<<They're supeheroes!>> Gilgamesh think to Ikaris. <<At least the kid is. Orange and black just showed up and grabbed that invisible guy, so I'm guessing he's on the side of right.>>

That's when a sound like a t-shirt cannon going off can be heard. Soon pomeranians with giant jaws and too many teeth begin falling from the sky. They've got little parachutes that slow their descent so that they aren't instantly splattered. And if they weren't obviously about to start trying to eat people they could almost be cute.

Gilgamesh grabs Puffer by the leg and flies into the air to use them to start batting at the parachuting pests. The Sumerian says, "I've slain literal fire breathing dragons and now I'm being attacked by poodles? Should I be insulted?"

Bando George has posed:
    Bando grins at his success, breaking his pose. "Dude, you were breaking into nursing homes? Please tell me that's a joke. What would you even steal there?" Well, there's drugs, but Bando isn't thinking of those. "What kind of person breaks into nursing homes?" He puts both hands on his forehead as he tries to process it.

    "Okay okay," Bando says. "So, let's say we don't have to do all this fighting stuff, right? Sorry about the car-You gotta admit it was pretty dope, though-So let's say we just call this all off right now. My church has this program that helps people get on their feet who are comin' out of prison. But you can't be like, breakin' into prisons. And let's face it, this whole stupid thing is over what, the cash in a diner? It's just not worth it, man," he says, shrugging his arms. We got me, Gilgamesh the epic warrior of Armok," that was the place, right, Gil? "We got...oh snap, it's Hyperion. Hi Hyperion!" Bando takes a second from his proposal to wave at the legendary hero. "Man, we're in a fight with Hyperion in it," he says to Shark, "How cool is that? Anyway, there's...Oh, there's another guy up there, I dunno who that is, is that...I'm guessing the octopus guy is with you. This is just too crazy! Let's just take a breath, it's crazy cold out here, you know it is. Sharks get cold, right?"

Hyperion has posed:
    "Okay. Smart choice." says Hyperion as his eyes begin to dim, the summoned energy fading away. He doesn't release his own grip on the Octo-creep. He is about to do something else threatening and maybe even impressive when the pirhananians begin to air-drop.

    "You have got to be kidding me... that's..." he shakes his head, almost stunned by the visual. "Oh god..." And then he turns his head as he peers through buildings and the like, trying to locate the source of the Paratroopers. "You guys really are in over your heads." he murmurs to Octopus. Yes, even when suffering from that mental image, he can make aquatic jokes.

    However, the Octopus is suddenly released into the hands of Gilgamesh as Hyperion blurs into motion to try and prevent anyone from becoming Pomerhana'd... rushing to collect parachutes in his hands to drag them away and deposit them someplace safe.... like maybe the back of the van?

Ikaris has posed:
<<Superheroes. Understood.>>

Ikaris makes sure Flying Fish is down, pointing at him with a serious gaze. "Stay." Then he looks up at the falling pomeranian-piranha hybrids and he seems a little bit....amused? "Well, you don't see that everyday. I commend you for introducing something new to me." Ikaris tells the mostly downed fish-villains, before he looks around. "Hm."

He takes a quick perimeter sweep, moving like a blur. He's attempting to grab up any civilians who happened to have wandered into this....well, debauchery of villainy. He'll glance that way every now and again, his eyes starting to glow as he waits to see which ones get past the incredible defensive plays of Gilgamesh and Hyperion.

He highly doubts anything will.

Gilgamesh has posed:
"You really think I can be reformed?" Shark asks Bando, getting just a bit quieter. "I mean, I owe a mad scientist big bucks for turning me into a street shark." As one of the piranhas threatens to land near him Shark bats it away, sending it flying through the air and off in a hopefully harmless direction. It's clear that his shark strength is pretty impressive, though no doubt it's nothing compared to the Eternals. "Fine. I'll come to church with you if you get me out of here before one of those flying guys makes shark fin soup."

Hyperion is able to collect the piranhas, save for one that Shark batted away and Gilgamesh splattered against the now inflated Puffer. It's not terribly difficult to determine where the dogfish are coming from as the sound of the oversized t-shirt cannon is quite audible. There's a guy with a bunch of arms stuffing pirhanamanians into the cannon and firing them in the direction of the diner like living mortars of destruction.

Gilgamesh says to Puffer, "You okay, Puffer? Let me know if you're getting tired."

Puffer screams, "This is abuse! Who said you could use me like a tennis racket! I protest! I'm going to sue you when I get down..." Puffer is caught offguard when Gilgamesh drops them, "Oh crap!" When they hit the ground Puffer bounces about twelve feet in the air thanks to their incredible inflation powers. When they land all the fight seems to have gone out of them.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando looks...well, surprised. Wait, this is working? It's a good thing that Bando, who was oblivious to the pirahnas, had a super fast Hyperion gathering them up and watching the skies. "Uh, yeah, let's um..." Bando looks around. "Wow this is kinda chaotic." He's pretty sure that he's not needed right now. And his chili! But his chili is inside. He still owes Dixie for the chili. Well, he'll pay her when he comes back later. That was good chili, too.

    "Okay, what's your real name, anyway?" Bando asks, shoving his hands into his pockets as he jogs over to Shark. If it's a play to take him as a captive? It probably just worked. He looks overhead. "Maybe we can like, duck in down Error Street right over here, nobody goes down that road anyway. Lemme call..." he realizes his phone is in the bag Marlin left behind.

    *fwump* The bag appears in front of Bando. A very handy power, that. He opens it up, digging through it to find his phone.

Hyperion has posed:
    Once he has deposited many of the razorpooches into the van, Hyperion notices the source. "That would be Squidward I presume." he says before he whooshes over and the next launch strikes him in the chest even as his cape drifts downward to settle about his calves.

    "I suppose you call your van the Nautilus too." he says before using his Atomic Vision to surgically disable the Teeshirt guns. "I would stop now before things get even more... desperate." he suggests.

Ikaris has posed:
It doesn't take long for Ikaris to return, moving people out of hte way and returning post-haste. Ikaris comes to land softly on his feet, armored boots making soft thuds as he continues to move to where the rest of the party seems to have gathered. "Gilgamesh." Ikaris calls up to him, perhaps a sign for Gilgamesh to cease playing with his food, though it's not done in irritation, rather just amusement.

Ikaris glances around at the fallen villains, before his eyes settle on the shark. "I don't know who you are." Ikaris approaches. "I don't know what you've done." He approaches closer. "...but everyone can be reformed and changed. Some take longer than others to realize that, and I was one of them. You can change." He tells him then, a warm smile touching his face, before his eyes turn to Bando, nodding to him with approval. He turns and looks to Hyperion, eyes...narrowing.

Not hostile or aggressive, but curious.

"You there. What's your name?"

Gilgamesh has posed:
"My name's Greg," Shark says to Bando as he reaches out to gently put a hand on his shoulder as a demonstration of affection before turning towards Ikaris and nodding his head. "That was a good gang. I'm going to miss that gang."

At that close range the t-shirt gun pomeranian almost explodes against Hyperion's chest. There's not even time for the critter to yelp or chomp. Squid looks at the dude and shakes his head, dropping the cannon. Then he spits a deluge of hot, black ink towards the Eternal's face, trying to disable his senses before running away!

Gilgamesh lands softly on the ground and scans the area again, giving Shark a glare but not saying anything to him. The other guys seem to have him handled. Gil instead starts to walk around the group of bad guy and their van, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of movement from them.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando fishes out his phone, pun intended. He looks up, realizing that most of the fighting has subsided. The question of names comes to his ear, and not noticing that Ikaris is asking Hyperion, he looks up cluelessly.

    "Me? Oh, it's Bando," he says, looking back down again to his phone. "I gotta help this guy. Technically he didn't attack anyone, so...he's off the hook, right?" That pun wasn't intended.

    "Greg, my pastor will be able to help get you in contact with the team that works on this stuff."

    Just then the explosion of the ink happens, and he glances in Squid's direction, "Ew," he winces. "Gil, that chili was fire. Imma have to run though. I gotta get you to make it again. Can I just pay you?" he asks, pulling a $10 bill from the wallet portion of his phone's case. "Keep the change, you earned it. I gotta help Greg here." He seems to have fully transitioned from fighting to rescue the delinquent mode.

Hyperion has posed:
    "Really. I can see through people, walls, armor... and you try to block my vision with ink?" asks Hyperion out loud. He even goes so far as to emit a tiny pulse of Nuclear Power from his eyes to burn off the ink. But the fleeing squid makes him sigh.

    "Maybe he will learn that this is -not- the way to live." he offers before turning, having chosen to let the smaller fish get away.

    His feet reach the ground and he turns as Ikaris approaches. His brows go up and he says, "I am called Hyperion. Yes, it does seem a bit presumptuous to use the name of a Titan of Greek Mythology, but..." he shrugs, "I didn't choose the name. It was given to me back home...." A pause and he grimaces.