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M'gann M'orzz	It is a warm summer day in New York, where unlike Gotham the sun actually shines. But with summer comes the heat and with the heat seemingly inevitably comes a spike in crime and violence.     So it is that a group of ruffians who apparently watched the movie Point Break a few too many times have taken it upon themselves to rob the National Bank on 42nd Street complete with rubber masks of the Ex-Presidents.     Their plan was not the most well thought out, but then if they were really thinking they'd probably have looted the money electronically like the real criminals do. In any case things rapidly spiraled out of control, gunshots have been heard from within and the police are rapidly surrounding the building as the street fills with cars and flashing lights.     "You are surrounded!" A police officer who seems to have some authority calls from the street, "Lay down your arms and surrender!" This of course is answered with the sound of breaking glass and gunfire, the officer in question diving for cover behind his vehicle just in time.
Terry O'Neil	The Cheshire cat appears slowly next to the policeman seeking cover. It just so happens that Terry O'Neil had been en route to meet with someone about a grant application for a friend, when he heard the gunshots. Asking Gar over the comms to release the Cheshire so he could use it felt... well, kind of strange, to be honest, but it worked. And so, here he was. "What's up, doc? Vorpal of the Titans." he says. He is still under the impression that he isn't as well-known as he might be, leading to these hasty and awkward introductions. He manifests a shield construct to protect him and the policeman from incoming fire. The construct looks like all of his constructs do: like a neon entity with chromatic aberrations along its edges. "Was the bank cleared or is this a hostage situation?"
M'gann M'orzz	The officer turns and looks at Vorpal with some surprise, there are some things you just don't get used to no matter how many years you've spent on the Force and glittery cat men appearing out of portals is pretty high on that list. "The customers were unable to get out, it is absolutely a hostage situation and it seems like one of them has been shot already. But the negotiator is taking their sweet time arriving."     As if on cue with the officer's complaint about how long the hostage negotiator is taking to get on scene, there is a streak of light across the sky heralding the arrival of someone who is likely still not the hostage negotiator they were hoping for. There is a *Krakathoom* of light and sparkles as whoever or whatever it is comes barreling out of the sky executing a three point super hero landing.     Rising to their feet between the line of police cars and the bank is someone who looks a /whole lot/ like Thor, if Thor were a young woman and Mjollnir was a Home Depot sledgehammer... "Hark brigands! Releaseth yon innocents! I-eth commandeth thee in the nameth of THOR GIRL!" It's like she is choking on a Shakespearian English dictionary or someone who only heard an Asgardian talk once trying to mimic them without actually knowing anything about Middle or Old English. Needless to say the Ex-Presidents in the bank are as confused as everyone else watching, but in the end just decide to open fire as at least a half dozen semi-automatic weapons begin pelting Thor Girl with bullets. Luckily for her, it seems that she is bullet proof as the slugs fall away from her body harmlessly.
Terry O'Neil	"Well... that was about fifty shades of way off Elizabethan English," Vorpal says, rather amused, but then he grows serious, "If one of them has been shot, then they need evac. Hold the front. I'm going to go invisible and try to get in and Rabbit Hole people away. Radio the ER to tell them there'll be one wounded incoming via portal. That shiny crackly distraction up front may make it easier for me to sneak in." With that, he goes invisible and tries to take the long way around, to try to sneak through the staff entrance. It's likely that it is being watched, but if he plays his card right, he might be able to sneak in with his invisibility.
M'gann M'orzz	The officer next to Vorpal gives a quick nod of his head and gets on the radio, by the time he looks back again the Cheshire Hero has already vanished.     "Holdeth the Front! Yes, such a task I shall undertaketh with great honor..-eth!" The armor clad caped warrior girl calls back as she begins advancing upon the doors of the bank amidst the hail of gunfire.     Sneaking is a piece of cake for our feline protagonist, not only is it something the Cheshire excels at with his magical skills but the Ex Presidents are not the most competent group of bank robbers New York has ever produced to begin with. It is fairly easy to not only evade their detection but locate the injured female bank teller with a gunshot wound to her leg.
Terry O'Neil	If he were more cynical, Vorpal would lament that bank heisters are seldom a challenge worthy of his skills. Of course, he's not in this for the challenge, but for the opportunity to do good. The wounded cashier is approached with caution. Knowing leg bullet wounds are extremely dangerous, he decides to forego subtlety once he gets there and instantly Rabbit Hole the woman away- choosing to go with her. Of course, all the robbers will see, if they are paying attention, is a Rabbit Hole suddenly coming out of thin air and sweeping the woman into apparent non-existence. On the other side, Vorpal becomes visible as they are deposited at the entrance to the emergency room where he is well-known*, and he calls out while holding the woman gently in her original position to minimize trauma until the ER staff has taken her, "I've got a gunshot wound victim here! Leg wound!" the urgency in his voice is because he knows there could be potential danger to the femoral artery, and a person could bleed to death within minutes if that's the case. "Hold on, they're coming!" he says gently to the cashier, trying to reassure her. "What's your name? Do you want me to contact anyone to let them know you're here?" he says, trying to keep her talking and focused on him, to avoid panic. Once the ER staff takes over, he has perps to take care of. But right now, he's with her.
M'gann M'orzz	There is a brief moment of what the fuck in the bank. First the worst rendition of Shakespeare in the Park ever is immune to bullets and then there is a portal swallowing one of the hostages into thin air. "This is bad! It's capes, strong capes! I think that one is an Avenger!" Shouts Reagan. "Fuck my life, that's Thor isn't it! Wait were they always a young woman? Who cares! Let's get out of here!" Nixon calls back, always one to cut and run when things get difficult. "Bush distract her!" "Which one?!" The masked individuals impersonating Bush Sr. and Jr. call back in unison. "I don't fucking care, just do something!" Nixon throws up his hands and tries to grab as much money as possible. "Carter help me get the cash out of here, call Washinton, tell him we need evac.." There is a *thunk* and a pained yelp as Nixon doubles over as a sledgehammer impacts him in the stomach.     Thor Girl who had been listening all of this from the entryway apparently has other ideas about the criminals escaping. The sledgehammer doesn't stop at Nixon though, it flies and impacts Carter, and then both Bushes, taking on a seeming life of its own as it collides with the bank robbers one after another, before finally stopping scant centimeters from Reagan. "Does-eth any-thine else want-eth to Negotiate?" Asks Thor Girl striding forward and giving the man a stern look. "I surrender!" Reagan yelps, looking on the verge of tears.     Meanwhile across town at the hospital. Knowing Vorpal as well as they do, the hospital staff are quick to spring into action with what resources are available in the moment. <<Paging Dr. Michaels, Dr. Michaels to Surgery Theater Three>>.     A pair of nurses take the injured woman from Vorpal and begin getting her situated on a gurney. "Thank you.. My name is Julia. Julia.. Moore. There's.." The bank teller winces through the pain. But then the nurses are rushing the gurney away to the waiting doctor.     When Vorpal returns to the bank, the scene that greets him inside is one of several robbers groaning on the floor with one final robber being menaced by a young woman in Thor cosplay and a floating sledgehammer. Though there is also a sound that wasn't there before, is that helicopter blades overhead?
Terry O'Neil	The Cheshire raises his eyebrows as he arrives and he clears his throat, looking at the job the Thor Cosplayer has done. "Okay... ten out of ten for style, but we really need to tie them up before they start coming to their senses... anybody knows Julia Moore?" the cat calls out to the hostages, who are no longer under danger thanks to Girl Thor, "She's in the hospital now and if she has fami--" Ear twitch. "Uh... I hope that's a news helicopter above us..." Probably isn't. "Er... Thor Lady, shall we go check this out?"
M'gann M'orzz	There are murmurs and several head nods among the other bank employees when Vorpal inquires about their colleague. It doesn't take long once the robbers have been taken down for a couple trapped customers to make a break for the front door and many of the rest soon follow while they can. Tie them up... M'gann hadn't thought of that, perhaps because she has a few tricks that Thor does not. "Worry not! Theirs constitution shall remaineth hale, but shalt not wake for a great while yet." Which is to say she is telepathically keeping them unconscious. "But thy idea is true and thine heart noble. Tying yonder knaves hands is-eth a fine idea."     At the sound of the helicopter blades, Thor Girl glares at Reagan again. "What-eth. Is. Yonder. Noise?"     The Ex-President smirks back at her. "That's our ride out of here. You're screwed now. The Gold Standard himself Bretton Woods is on that chopper!" This revelation, along with his attitude is greeted with a fist to the face knocking him out cold.     From above there is the sounds of cracking support structure and bending metal as a man seemingly made of solid gold crashes down through the ceiling into a three point landing before rising to face Thor Girl and Vorpal. "What did you do to my boys? Nixon, Reagan, the Bushes, they made such beautiful economies! I am gonna Fort Knoxx your blocks off!"     Thor Girl glances to Vorpal. "It appeareth ours true foe hath arrived."
Terry O'Neil	"Oh, so we are going to fight Economically?" the Cheshire says, arching an eyebrow. A boombox manifests out of thin air and starts dropping the beat. "There's only one way to solve this- Economic Rap Death Battles!" The cat points at the golden man and blasts: ~You used to be the standard but now you are forgotten, You trickle down in memoirs of crooks who've never gotten what's the point, everything they've done is rotten You've two kooks, then the crook at whom Congress threw the book? If that's the legacy of the golden old begotten Boy, no wonder there's no paddle for this brook! Come on, Oscar give it up, there's one standard in the house: I'm the OG shining cheshire, you're the sparkly little mouse!" And then he points at Gold Standard.
M'gann M'orzz	Bretton Woods just sort of stares for a moment at the wrapping humanoid cat. This is truly the last thing he was expecting when the Ex-Presidents called for backup. And yet, Bretton Woods stands for something and can't just let this rhyme in favor of fiat currencies go unanswered.     "~Stop right there! You're nothing but a noisy ball of hair. You want currencies to float? Then go get yourself a Boat. The reality is honey, that this is about cold hard money. Currency should be stable, they're not something any cat should just bat off the table. A furry and Ms. Obelix think they can step to me? Time to show you a real economy.~"     Upon Bretton Woods finishing the last line a rumble goes through the place and the vault door explodes open, propelled by a battering composed of the ingots that had been stored inside. It this splits into its constituent bars and floats over hovering ominously behind The Gold Standard like a cloud of heavy bludgeons. "I'm going to get Keynsian on your asses!"     For her part Thor Girl too can only stare at the rap battle unfolding in front of her. Nobody ever expects a Cheshire Composition.
Terry O'Neil	The Cheshire dusts off an imaginary speck from his shoulder and smirks at Bretton. He snaps his fingers and the beat changes, and so does his meter. ~When you step up to the cat you should take good care, in that anyone who tries to follow with a hollow fallow fallacy should have more solid standing than an economic tragedy!~ With one hand, he points in the direction of the fallen goon Nixon, Reagan, Georgie and Dubya: ~You're a weak old man in pain, feebly leaning on you Keynes! If you wanted to be stable why did you bring to the table Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, Howdy Doody and the dweeb?~ ~You're not solvent if on credit you're depending, Hayek said it, And there is no way to do it, so I say in all sincerity: you can't bleed yourself away into overnight prosperity!~ And that's when, with a snap of his fingers, he sends a blast of chaos magic towards the glittering gold ingots, playing at being the invisible jazz hand of the market to attempt some fundamental destabilization!
M'gann M'orzz	Bretton Woods does not seem to like the way this rap battle debate is going and so resorts to the same method most authoritarians turn to when questioned, crushing them opponents under several tons of gold. At least that's what he thinks they do. "Your currency is rapidly depreciating, time to experience a inflationary spiral!" It sounded cool in his head at least.     For a split second it seems like that crushing might actually happen, the floating gold bars lunge forward at great speed, only to suddenly stop a few moments later quivering back and forth like they can't decide which direction to go. Anyone turning to look would be greeted with the sight of Thor Girl hands up like some sort of Super Mime holding back the oncoming storm of ingots. "If thou art going to do some thing, privy do it with haste!" She calls grunting, though seemingly holding her own in the telekinetic shoving match.     It's almost like the Chaos magic was listening and not just to Vorpal, though the result is perhaps not quite what was expected, but then is it ever when touching the power of Chaos? Market Destabilization, Inflationary Spiral, really all the magic does is take what has already been said and twist it into reality as all of the gold ingots begin to grow exponentially in size, a phenomenon that would surely both destabilize the market for gold and lead to runaway inflation capable of crashing just about any economy. In the process the mega-ingots become too large to control, both The Gold Standard and Thor Girl Alike have their limits and a storm of 100ton massive gold blocks begin raining down from above pulverizing the interior of the bank and anyone and anything unfortunate to be caught in their path!
Terry O'Neil	"That's what you get for stepping up to me- I'm the real OG, you're the sad-boy NFT!" Cats must have their final words, after all. A Rabbit Hole opens, "Everybody! Haul ass through the hole /right now/ or get flattened!" The Rabbit Hole leads to safety, of course, and Vorpal tries to keep the area above it clear by summoning constructs, even if they only momentarily stop the crush. Time is money, after all, and every second is precious. "Drag anyone who can't walk by themselves!" he says to Thor Girl, as he tries his darnest to keep people from getting squashed. He'll go through the hole last, after everyone else has gone through.
M'gann M'orzz	The Gold Standard just laughs, though he's old fashioned enough he may not even know what an NFT is. He's still laughing moments later when a massive slab of gold falls on him, then there is no more laughing.     While the combined weight of /all/ the gold is too much to hold back, Thor Girl, not evening trying to hide her true powers at this point, is still able to deflect individual ones that get too close. When Vorpal calls out to her, she nods her head in agreement and reaching out with the remainder of her telekinetic strength grabs those who are not moving fast enough and with blinding speed drags them through the portal to whatever safe place lies on the other side.
Terry O'Neil	The Rabbit Hole leads to a safe spot- behind the circle of police cruisers, and Vorpal emerges out of the hole just as the dust from the dust and the masonry and bank remains billows out. "... did you get the Gold Standard out?" he asks Girl Thor, fastidiously shaking the dust from his fur and counting the heads. It looks like the civilians are unscathed, and he might have been too distracted deflecting the falling gold to notice what became of The Gold Standard. He glances over at the bank, such as it is now, and winces. "Well... I'm sure... they had insurance." Not to mention that those gold bars are now positively enormous. That's going to be... interesting, dealing with. "... and I guess I am going to have to file paperwork and give a statement..." he looks positively crestfallen. It's going to be one hell of a few hours. A furtive look at Girl Thor, then: "It's probably a good idea of you heroically slip away. There's no need for /two/ to be subjected to that misery when one will do just fine."
M'gann M'orzz	Thor Girl was definitely there, she definitely helped get those people out, including the Ex-Presidents gang. And yet after they emerge into that circle of police cruisers, the first time Vorpal looks she is there. But when he looks again she's already gone like she just evaporated into thin air. The last thing M'gann wants to deal with is paperwork or explaining any of this to Red Robin, still it was kinda fun, she thinks as she invisibly slips away from the chaos.