Owner	Pose
Spiral	It's not too terribly early in the morning as Spiral finds herself wandering the streets of Bushwick, blending in with the pedestrians and keeping a low profile. What? Just because she's 5'10, and she's wearing a set of heels raising her to an intimidating 6'2" doesn't mean she can't blend in. She's wearing a pair of sunglasses, sleek and rectangular and hiding her white eyes, see? Totally incognito. And she's wearing a light grey trench coat. This is totally a subtle and incognito outfit. It probably doesn't help that she's walking with a purpose, arms swinging... just /two/ arms, at least she's got her others tucked in the coat. She's looking at every woman she passes, only for their unsettled reaction to apparently not meet her expectations, and earn a frown. She pauses at a crosswalk and heaves out a loud sigh, muttering more than loud enough to be overheard, "I swear, the next time I have to hire freelance for muscle, I'm going to ask for a... headshot or something. Or set a meeting at a coffee shop. 'Meet me in Bushwick' is so vague..." She sighs again, looking up as the light changes and off she moves again, if anything pace picking up. "I better find this girl soon, these doofuses aren't going to sit still all day, and I don't want to have to run after them..." See? Spiral is totally /great/ at being subtle. She's not even setting off fireworks.
June Connor	June was equally annoyed. "Why couldn't this stupid bitch come up with something a little more normal? Meet at the corner of-fill in the shit." She sighs. We are already off to a great start. Her own appearance is hardly without attention seeking written all over it, but that's on her, not on her physiology. Bright red undercut, piercings, and her clothing doesn't help her any either. A black sports bra is under a red denim vest. Not that there is a lot to show off for her on that end. Wiry and toned, June isn't about to win any supermodel contests. Her black shorts sport a black fanny pack attached to her hip, and her shoes seem out of place. Expensive atheletic sneakers, the ones you see in the kung fu movies. She starts to almost walk past Spiral when she pauses. White hair. Trenchcoat. Super tall.     June looks up, the other woman having several inches on her. "Hey, you supposed to meet me?" she asks, not even giving her own name. You know, just in case she's wrong.
Spiral	Spiral eyes June slowly, head tilting down to flash those unsettling eyes of hers, narrowing slightly, lips pressing into a thin line slowly, "That depends... are you supposed to meet someone for /unspecified services/ of a..." She trails off, frowning thoughtfully, brow furrowing, "Did you agree to beat up some Friends of Humanity dweebs? Or uhh, help me do it?" She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, "Ahh screw it, you'll do either way." She jerks her head in a motion down the street, "There's a van down around the corner, or will be soon, with a bunch of those human supremacists in it. They're planning one of those old fashioned 'Run through the street with clubs and such and terrorize the locals.' thing." She shrugs lightly and gestures vaguely, "SO yeah, you back me up in case they're a little more prepared or there are /two/ vans of them, and you make a few hundred bucks! Also, if you ever need a cybernetic arm or something I'll cut you a real sweet deal." She's deadpan on that last part, apparently entirely serious. She straightens up again and idly cracks her knuckles, "So what do you say? We're just a couple of concerned citizens looking out for mutant rights!"
Hannah Montalcini	Hannah Montalcini isn't lost anymore. That blonde woman gave surprisingly clear directions, and Hannah is pretty sure that building just ahead is the one she's looking for... so she's going to try to remember where it is and come back to it later, because she's not going to ignore what she just overheard when she walked past those rather noticable women. Were they not worried about people listening in, or did they simply fail to notice the 4'9" girl? Completely hairless and wearing a blood-stained tattered-sleeved jacket - about waist-length on the original owner yet knee-length on its current wearer - but possibly nothing else, she looks fairly distinctive, as long as you happen to look down. As opposed to, say, up at the 6'2" woman she just walked behind. Anyway, Hannah's had some recent bad experiences with FoH people, and any opportunity to help against them seems rather appealing right now. Maybe she'll actually be useful this time!
June Connor	June's smile is sardonic at best. "Uh, sure. Don't think I wanna replace any limbs. I ain't kinky like that," she comments, having no idea that the woman has a few cybernetic limbs underneath that coat. The sight of blood spatter on the long jacket gets a cursory glance from June. In her line of work, it pays to have a little alertness. And...is she actually clothed under there? These workers seem to get younger every day. June gives a slight narrowing of her eyes for a moment before looking back at Spiral. It seems the diminuitive nature of Hannah means that she is quickly disregarded again. "Lead the way I guess," She gives no additional encouragement to the pro-mutant sentiment, but she isn't about to badmouth it either in front of her prospective employer.
Spiral	Spiral might not have noticed the short, hairless woman, even with that blood-stained jacket, or at least, she's not put off by her... then again, Spiral's willing to admit 'Bloodstained Jacket chic' is not something she's totally unfamiliar with in her previous life working for Mojo. You get used to a lot of weird things working for interdimensional TV monsters. She shares a glance with June again, less 'Hey, check out the short gal in the jacket' and more 'Well, these guys ain't going to beat themselves.'. Spiral's casual enough leading her new 'employee' and concerned citizen along in her wake. It's not too far before she's turning off onto a side street, and pointing a single index finger at an absolutely generic plumbing van, "That's it!" And it might just be! Almost on cue, the sliding door on the side of the van rumbles open, and six men in generic coveralls begin filing out, carrying a variety of heavy wrenches and at least one sledgehammer. Spiral glances down at June and grins brightly, "Would you like first crack at them? I mean, everyone likes throwing the first punch!"
Hannah Montalcini	Hannah Montalcini, despite having followed with eager plans of hitting FoH goons, hangs back for now because she'd rather be sure they're actually enemies? Maybe they're just... a construction crew or something? Anyway, she won't take the opportunity away from the punky girl. For now, she hides behind the tall woman and waits for further developments.
June Connor	June's pierced brow arches. "Fuck, you guys think you could lean into the stereotype a little more?" she asks. As if she has room to talk. She glances to Spiral. "Assholes have wrenches, bitch? You said clubs. No I don't wanna throw the first punch at them!" Semantics maybe, but wrenches make you dead a whole lot faster when you get hit with them.     June fluidly opens her fanny pack, and what looks like a black marble slides out to be gripped between her knuckles in her left hand, and raises them in surrender. "Hey guys, uh, I know you like killin' muties and all? Which, I mean...you do you, right? But uh, I think the um..." she glances at Spiral, and back. "Upstanding citizens here got a little issue with it. So... I apologize in advance." Her left hand flings forward, and the little marble sails to their feet, and pops a cloud of smoke into their midst. She may not punch first, but she did decide to make the first move.
Spiral	Spiral rolls her eyes and heaves out an exaggerated sigh, hands moving to her coat buttons, working at them easily, "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess their directions were a little vague about 'Show up dressed like plumbers with blunt objects.' I'll make sure the next group gets better directions so it doesn't /impact/ your verisimilitude and feels more genuine!" She shrugs casually, coat sliding off her shoulders, revealing that clinging blue bodysuit, and those four other arms, a mixture of cybernetic and biological, stretching out, fingers wriggling, moving in subtle, almost hypnotic fashions. For their part, the men watch the approaching trio, eyebrows lifting in confusion at June's speech, but then Spiral's arms are exposed and making those weird gestures, and faces go from confusion to intense rage... right in time for a cloud of smoke to burst! Spiral laughs delightedly and claps two of those hands, even as she's springing into motion, dancing and swaying, not rushing into the cloud of smoke, she lets one of the men rush out towards her, swinging his pipe wrench only for her to spin and arch her back, dipping to nearly brush her head against the street, letting it swing over her body before she's planting her hands and doing a backward somersault, one long leg kicking up with almost blinding speed and impacting in a /very/ personal place with a thud like someone just dropped a twenty pound bag of potatoes. The others rush out of the smoke in a wild mob, no coordination at all, they seem like they're operating entirely on rage and instinct and confusion.
Hannah Montalcini	Hannah Montalcini blinks. What, is the punk a ninja or something? And the other woman has six arms? Well, she can think about that later. No sense wasting the opportunity, after all; she runs into the cloud to punch whoever her fists meet. They're probably enemies, and even if they're not... well, it's not a huge problem, right? Her power'll heal them after. Oh, they're already running out of the cloud. Still, that one directly ahead didn't see her in time: shoulder-tackle to the gut! Her power damages the shoulder of her jacket, but her target takes the brunt of the life energy and doubles over, puking blood.
June Connor	June's eyes go wide as Spiral sheds her coat to reveal...she a giant insect! Oh, no, she's a mutant. No, she's a cyborg? She's a...Oh crap dodge the wrench!     June's preoccupation with the unexpected sight of Spiral's appearance means that she very nearly was out of the fight immediately, as one of the wrenches comes swinging at her head. She refocuses just in time to duck beneath it. "Holy shit man, that's a bit much," she says. "You just kill someone you don't know nothin' about?" she challenges. "You just upped this, that's on you." A hand comes into her vest, and she produces a small kunai. The man swings again at her, yelling something something mutie lover-meh, she's not paying attention really. This time she dodges easily the axe swing by the wrench, and spins around him to jab her small weapon up under his arm. He winces, and she follows it up with a headbutt to the side of his noggin, causing him to drop the wrench. Of course, there are more of them, and suddenly she feels the sledge hammer jabbed forward to catch her in the ribs, knocking her back and off her own feet.
Spiral	Spiral delivers a follow up kick to the poor fellow she kicked square in the reboot button. She cracks her foot across his jaw, and he's out like a light. The tall white haired woman's head turns at a sound she's never heard before, and her eyes widen, sunglasses nearly falling off her nose, "WHOA!! That's a lotta blood! ...GUY! YOU GOTTA KEEP THAT ON THE INSIDE!!" She spins and does another complicated flourish with her arms as two more of the wrench-toting men rush her, and suddenly she's not just armed, but _armed_! Which is to say she pulls two katanas from nowhere, just in time to deflect the wrenches flying at her head, twirling and spinning... she's not doing any recognized martial arts. She's /dancing/ between the men, laughing wildly. The guy who's watching what looks like the most horrific kool-aid commercial in five dimensions pour out of his mouth hits his knees... yeah, that's going to take the fight out of him. The driver of the van is struggling to get out in front of Hannah, though /he/ didn't think to bring a weapon, but he's definitely looking ready to throw hands in a literal sense, as the last one from the back of the van rushes towards June, apparently heedless of his stabbed, headbutt'd buddy who's toppling into the middle of the street.
Hannah Montalcini	Will Hannah show mercy to her victim? Nope. She quickly slips past her target (so he won't fall on her) and kicks him in the kneecap - he's not going to enjoy trying to walk until that heals. Unfortunately for her, a sledgehammer-wielder turns to help his buddy; he can't get a clear swing at her, but his weapon still crashes hard enough against her ribs to slam her against the side van. Both he and the driver advance on her as she drags herself back to her feet... She quickly decides she's not hanging around for that. Wincing at the pain from ribs she hopes are just cracked, she pulls herself inside the van. Hammer-man shouldn't be able to swing his weapon properly in here, after all.
June Connor	June kicks a foot into a roundhouse from her laying position as the other sledgehammer guy tries to finish her off with a downward swing. She catches the hammer with her leg, and there's the sound of metal on stone as it hits the concrete next to her. She responds by throwing the kunai up at him. It doesn't hit with very good impact given her throwing position, but it does minorly catch in his shoulder, causing him to recoil a bit.     June takes his ankles in a scissor hold, toppling him to the ground. He's surely not down for the fight, but it gives her just enough time to scramble to her feet. Just in time to see a wrench slinging up at her. She reaches to catch it with both hands, which at least slows the impact as she takes the hit straight to the chest, knocking her backward, flailing to stay on her feet. She doesn't, landing hard into a wire trash can. "Son of a bitch," she grunts, clutching her chest. That hurt.
Spiral	Spiral might have hired June, and Hannah might be a good Samaritan who got dragged into this... but now she's in danger, and so while she's busy swordfighting the two wrench-wielding men she's dancing and spinning around, those other four arms fold and shift and flick... and gleaming throwing knives fly from her touch, and as the sledgehammer wielder advances towards the open door, he feels two sharp cuts along his side, before that durable work fabric of his coveralls are pinned to the van. He stumbles, and the other two knives THUNK into the top of the van... just inches from impaling his forearms with that raised sledgehammer. Spiral's eyes widen as June takes a solid hit from that other sledgehammer and the multi-armed witch reaches out to grab the wrists of the two men she's still fighting herself, and she spins bodily. She /hurls/ the two men through the air, sending them crashing into a newspaper vending machine across the street with a heavy thud, "C'mon girls! Stop holding back and take these guys down! For mutants!! And 'cause... I mean, they really seem like angry jerks!"
Hannah Montalcini	Hannah Montalcini leans against the van wall just inside the door, waiting to punch people as they come in. The guy with the sledgehammer's not going anywhere, though, and the driver doesn't want to co-operate. He takes the sledgehammer from his pinned ally and, staying outside, he swings it through the door, aiming straight for Hannah's head. She throws herself backward, just in time to suffer only a glancing blow to the nose, and finds herself falling into the driver's seat. Oh, and the engine's still running. She doesn't have a driver's license, but maybe she'll be forgiven? She carefully turns the van and drives it slowly toward the men - she's not planning to actually run anyone over, but they don't know that. And she's going very easy on the accelerator because she can barely see over the wheel despite practically standing on the pedals.
June Connor	June coughs, and gets to her feet a little slower than she might normally, a bit worse for wear. "Yeah yeah, mutants, go mutants," she deadpans, getting up at about the same time as the man with the sledge hammer. "C'mon, bitch," she is still holding her hurt chest as she approaches. He approaches in return, taking the hammer in both hands. Suddenly, June bursts forth with energy, taking him by surprise as she had seemed too weak to make a good threat, and catches the handle of the sledge hammer. It takes him off guard, though he's stronger than her, and he stumbles back a little. His size is a definite advantage though, and soon June is the one being shoved back as they wrestle over the control of the weapon. She tilts back, and suddenly monkey flips him, still holding the sledge and landing hard on his back. It shakes him free of the hold, and with the slightest of swings, a sledge hammer still hurts. It bonks him lightly in the head, dazing him, and June clumsily rolls backward to mount him, her knees pinning his biceps. She plants the hammer's head on his lips, panting. "Fucker, give me a reason," she spits, both hands on the hammer's grip, ready to just shove down, which would easily break out all his teeth.
Spiral	Spiral winces as June lines that sledgehammer up and... oh thank god! Just /threatens/ to smash that guy's mouth into a ruin. The tiny girl who's commandeered the van though? Oh no. That... was not part of the plan! Okay, so there wasn't really a /plan/ but still. The dancing witch spins and twirls, her swords vanishing, all six arms moving in intricate patterns that build and build, her steps faster, until she's almost dizzying, there's something unusual about her motions, like... reality is /wrong/ as she moves. Her arms fling out, and there's a rippling wave from the witch, streaking sparkles of energy flying out to impact the various men, and they go limp... whiiiiich is bad news for the driver. Sure, he didn't hit the little gal, but he /was/ fully extended with the hammer into the driver's door when the magic hits and he falls to the ground. Spiral visibly winces as the rear wheel of the van drives over his forearms... hey! It's slow! It's... it's probably fine. She rushes over, all six arms waving, "Hey hey! You can uhh... hit the brakes! Put it in park! ...I dunno how you do that, but like, do it to it!" She looks around at the thoroughly beaten humans and taps her chin, "That's... a good day's work, ladies! We should get outta here before the cops show up with all those pesky questions like 'Who threw all these knives?' and 'Why's this guy got a stab wound?' and 'Who drove over this man's arms?' Right? Right!"
Hannah Montalcini	Hannah Montalcini, panicked, hits the brake and puts it in park, as helpfully suggested, and painfully clambers out to check if the man's ok. Whew. Just the forearms. And the van's off him, so she leans down and... punches him? What? Why? Well, yes, her power'll start healing him in a minute or so as a consequence, but no one else here knows that. She goes to check on the other injured people, intending to dole out more pugilistic medicine.
June Connor	June looks up as the magic flies around. Though it's not affecting her, she's not entirely certain of that initially, and she scrambles backward, releasing the sledge, and the handle clatters onto the concrete, still resting on the now unconscious man's head. She grunts as she gets up. "Shit, did you just kill them all?" she asks Spiral, not having personally checked to see that most are still breathing. Well, that one she stabbed under the armpit won't be for long, the pool of blood growing large around him. She manages to get to her feet, and looks up to see the pint sized driver. "Damn, we got a kid involved in this?" she asks as Hannah puts the van in park. "Kid, kid, where the fuck are your parents? This is Bushwick, you can't be just out and about like this," she glances around. Somebody please tell her she doesn't have to be responsible for her!
Spiral	Spiral's eyebrows go /high/ at June's question, "What?! No! I mean, if they were those really crazy guys with cybernetic implants and plasma rifles and stuff sure! These guys are just napping!" Her gaze sweeps around at the various cuts, contusions, and general rough shape of them... the one who was stabbed vitally and is laying in a pool of his own blood gets another flinch. The guy who was vomiting up blood gets /another/ flinch. She doesn't begrudge Hannah punching that guy as she snorts out softly, "Well! Uhhh... we should... really get going!" She eyes the small girl in the overlarge jacket and crosses all those arms sternly, "I'm not one to judge, but... yeah, do your parents know you're running around so minimally dressed? I'm all for free and breezy summers, but that's like... sweeps week levels of free, girl." She sighs and perks her eyebrows up, "You two need a lift? If you know where you're going I can drop you off. ...Uhhh, I don't think I can like, get you a room where I'm staying, but... it's a big city! Gotta be a cheap motel around here." She frowns thoughtfully and reaches down into the driver's pocket, pulling out his wallet... and pulling out a surprisingly thick wad of bills, splitting it into three and offering June and Hannah a third each, tossing the wallet into the street, "Look! A charitable donation for our good deed!"
Hannah Montalcini	Hannah Montalcini looks to June and laughs... well, starts to, but the damage to her ribs turns it into a pained cough. She settles for whispering a response: "Do not worry, i am 18 years... and 11 days old. And other so-called Friends of Humanity people had no such qualms when they kidnapped and tortured me recently, so it is perhaps too late for such concerns? It was they who took my clothes, and i took this jacket while escaping." She limps to the man in the pool of blood and punches him. "I should perhaps explain: my power causes those i hit to heal over several minutes. Should we bind them before they recover?" Regardless of decisions, she pockets the money. She's broke, after all.
June Connor	June chews on her lip, awkwardly watching Hannah punch the man that she had caused to start bleeding out. Is that good? "Uh, that's pretty damn weird," she tells Hannah. At least she's an adult. As Spiral divides the spoils from the wallet, she takes it without complaint, stuffing it in her rear pocket. "So uh, yeah," she winces as she walks. Nothing broken, but some good bruises are likely to form. "We should probably bug outta here. Cops don't like me, and you two are muties, so I'm guessin' it'd go badly if we're all here when they get around to showing up." It's Bushwick after all, not like a place that gets the fastest response times.
Spiral	Spiral hums cheerily, all six arms crossing behind her back, uppermost behind her head as she hums out, "Oh, I'm not a mutant!" It's breezy as can be as she begins to slowly strut her way down the street. Then she seems to consider something and her lower pair of arms flourish and produce two business cards to offer them up, "Oh! Here. If you need me, just call." Her business cards are artfully typed, 'The Body Shoppe: Spiral, proprietress. Cybernetics, technology, weird shit you need' and her number at the bottom. She glances at Hannah again and frowns. "Really, if you need anything, call me."
Hannah Montalcini	Hannah Montalcini finishes hitting the injured people (except for the one she hit first - that one's already handled) and turns to her recent allies. "Would you like me to heal you too? It will hurt initially, but more than undo the damage over subsequent minutes." She puts the business card with the money and thanks Spiral while not actually planning to ask for anything. Well, maybe she'd like to ask what it's like to have so many arms, but right now she's suffering from too much physical injury (albeit already healing) to talk about anything more than the situation demands (not that it stops her being overly verbose - she's not letting pain keep her from precision).
June Connor	June eyes the card's presentation, eyes Spiral, and then takes it, putting it in the same pocket with the money without looking at it closely. "Not a mutant, okay." She looks confused, given this whole thing was to protect mutants. "So, we were gonna get out of here, right?" she confirms. She gives Hannah's question an uncertain look. "I uh..." she doesn't know about this whole 'punching to heal' thing, clearly.
Spiral	Spiral bobs her head and grins brightly, "Exactly! Not a mutant!" And then she's heading off down the street, practically dancing away, whistling and snapping her fingers without a care in the world, only to call back, "Oh yeah! Uhhh... we should probably run away before they wake up! See ya!!" And she picks up that dancing pace. Only to give one final flourishing spin and... vanish in a shower of silver sparkles. She definitely knows how to make an exit! When the thugs do wake up, and are presumably picked up by the cops, they have an interesting story to tell, claims that they were paid to show up in Mutant town and cause trouble, and that the last thing they remember is opening the door to their van at the time they were told to.
Hannah Montalcini	Hannah Montalcini, for her part, hurries back to Hope House, where she'd been going before all this started. The money she got from that guy's wallet would only attract suspicion if she tried to live off it, so... When she gets there, she drops it off as an anonymous donation, before seeking their charity. And maybe they could use an amateur cook?