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Matt Hagen	A vast crowd of people have gathered in one of the major downtown squares of Gotham City, filling the polished flagstone courtyard to capacity and spilling over into the various shopping centers and eateries linings its edges. At the fore, sourrounded by flashy, custom-made nylon banners, is a production team from Simon Williams' upcoming flick. It appears the auditions are being held, open to anyone and everyone in the public, and several lucky people will get to partake as extras in the feature film.      Just one face of many is a short woman, perhaps in her forties, with winsome features and black hair, streaked with a roguish splash of grey, pulled back in a sleek bun. She dons a pair of aviator shades over her golden eyes and saches to the on-deck line with a twist and a wiggle, heels clip-clopping on stone, number in hand. She stands at rest, bending over just so, perhaps in an effort to lure the Casting Director's eye with a plunging neckline.
Gabby Kinney	It was Gabby's first casting call. Sure she was mostly there to be a potential extra if only so she could enjoy the experience, but she didn't want to go alone either. Deadpool had pointed out he was not the sort of face for anything but a horror movie. Inez had plans to cheer Deadpool up after that line of talk and they would both be busy. Literally. That left only a few people she could drag along. Rien was off doing magic something or the other with Jon, so she reaches out to Robbie. Arriving wearing something actually *nice* for once, the young woman clutches the flyer with the number for her extra slot to her chest. A pencil skirt hugs around her hips only to stop short of her knees. Some heels, and a scoop necked blouse finish off her attire. There was even a necklace worn with a simple pendant dangling dangerously low to draw the eye between... Well. She'd dressed up. Tilting her head up toward Robbie she grins at him broadly. "Thanks for coming with. This should be fun! And it's just scheduled to film a few days for the main extra scene... I mean unless they like us and want us to come more," she reasons while her gaze sweeps over to the current woman about to head up for auditioning. "... Should I wiggle my hips like that?" She quietly asides to Robbie.
Robbie Reyes	'Fun' is a matter of opinion, far as Robbie's concerned. And he said as much, on the way over. Other things that were said: 'I'm not interested in being in front of a camera', 'are you trying out for the part of a schoolteacher?', followed up shortly by, 'I ever tell you the first woman I slept with was my high school math teacher?'. He, in contrast, has not come dressed to impress. Unless anyone's impressed by a young street punk in leather, ripped jeans and piercings. A pair of cheap sunglasses completes his 'look', and he climbs out of the vintage Charger they took to get here, and scowls slightly when Gabby informs him of the fun they're going to have. "Let's get clear on something," he tells her, digging in his jacket for his pack of cigarettes. "There ain't no 'us'. I'm here to support you. That's it. Okay?"
Matt Hagen	Noticing Gabby as she heads up the flagstone stairs on the dais where the directors are sat, flanked by planters filled with tapestry caladiums and ivy, the woman with the streak of grey (some might say she almost looks like Audrey Hepburn) waggles her brows and offers a thumbs-up to the younger woman then makes a motion with a hands like snapping a pencil, as if to say 'break a leg'. She hands a manilla folder to one of the directors and gushes for a while about his achievements, before shaking his hand and moving on to each of the others, giving them all similar treatment.      Then she steps back a few paces, closes her eyes, and runs her hands like a reiki-master over her eyes and down the length of her body, standing slightly on her toes as she does so. When she opens her eyes, her demeanor has utterly changed. With nuances too subtle to describe, she portrays the perfect damsel in distress - panicky, but also a bit sangfroid, with eyelids wet on the verge of tears - looking up into the sky at the pretended approach of an invisible Simon Williams. Relief is clear on her features and she clasps her hands over her chest, uplifted in her stance. "Thank you Wonder Man, thank you!" Somehow, it's Meryl Streep, Kate Winslet and Ingrid Bergman all rolled into one.      Alas, that's the only line an extra is permittd. The woman snaps out of her actress state and bows to the director team, grinning and bubbling about how her audition would have been better if the light in the courtyard featured her good side a little better. On the way back down the stairs, she doesn't quite turn away from them but sidles, bounding down each step so that her various other features wobble in time with her descent. Her attention returns to Gabby and she winks, as if to say 'nailed it'.
Matt Hagen	"Number 2453," says the Director's assitant: Gabby's number!
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney stares at Robbie openly at his statement. She knew she was expecting a bit much for HIM to be willing to do this, but that didn't mean she wasn't about to get into character a bit. A quick sucked breath comes along with a little tremble of her lower lip. "No 'us'? I thought we had something special!" She bemoans only to punch him in the arm showing she was joking before he gets the wrong idea. "I know, I know, but I'm glad you came anyway." When she spots the older woman looking her way she grins brightly giving her a double-thumbs up in return. There's no malice or catty competition here from her--She's just elated to be here. The woman's performance is watched with a simple, "Wow that was good," while she considers thoughtfully. It was one line. One. But maybe there was more than just saying the line? Clearly there was if this actress had shown anything. She's chewing on her lower lip lost in thought to the point she *almost* misses her number being called. Almost. "That's me! I'm here!" Rushing over she offers over her own little folder of not-much to the casting director with a quick, "Thank you for the opportunity!" And then she click-clacks her way to center stage. Standing there, though? No one just... STOOD there when there was a big fight. Especially not civilians. These thoughts run through her head as ideas begin to bloom. One final step of that heeled foot falls onto the stage only for her ankle to roll to the side causing her to topple down onto the ground with a thud of impact. Her hands move to catch herself, scrabbling against the stage with her eyes wide, hair askew, looking terrified of her mistake. Or... or of something else? Snapping her head back over her shoulder she looks upward with mouth agape as she breathes heavily coming to a sudden stillness with a gasp of obvious relief. Her crawl of escape shifts with shoulders sagging in obvious relief as she reaches up with one hand to grasp her hair beside her ear like she were covering a potential wound. "Th-thank you, Wonder Man! Thank you!" With that perhaps over-acted moment done leaving one to wonder if she'd accidentaly fallen and improvised or not... She reaches back taking both heels off so she can hop back to her feet and pad off stage once more.
Robbie Reyes	The lip tremble nearly fools him; to the point that Robbie opens his mouth to protest, and is punched in the arm before he manages to sputter something. "I ever tell you you're fuckin' impossible?" he grumbles at her, shooing the younger girl away when her number's called. Cigarette in hand, he idly smokes while he watches her climb up onto the stage-- and take that well-acted tumble that nearly fools him (again) into rushing up there to help her. It does dawn on him about twelve seconds into her performance, that it's all part of the act. Which makes him chuckle, eyes on the girl as she pads back over to him barefoot. "Not bad," he demurs in a low voice. "You got me, anyway."
Matt Hagen	The team of directors and producers show a variety of reactions to Gabby's performance; one purses his lips and nods, another slumps in her chair and extends her hands as if to pick up a baby, and the others mostly smile, but one thing is clear: the young woman was a hit. They quickly exchange a few words and all five nod in agreement, giving a thumbs up.      Before Gabby can get too far, one of the assistants intercepts her and says: "Congratulations, you got the part." She hands over a stuffed three-ring binder, "We need you to review this, sign all the forms, yada yada. You'll be doing the same line, so at least it's easy to remember..." she flips the binder open toward the end and singles out a section of the final document, "this is where you turn up on the day-of for briefing, hair-and-makeup, and instructions from the director." Then she hears something in her headset and her brows lift. "Uh, actually, you made such a strong impression, they're giving you a slightly bigger part, with seven lines, including a conversation with Wonder Man, so you'll get to meet Mr. Williams himself." She places both hands on Gabby's shoulders and looks her square in the eye, "This could be the start of something -big-. You go girl!"      Meanwhile, the director team has stood and formed a single file line to be escorted through a back way by a security team. The assistant gets another word through her ear pace and extends her arms to get the crowd's attention. "Sorry folks, we found everyone we need. Everyone else can go home, but thanks for coming. Help yourself to a free two-ounce bottle of water, and a jolly rancher on the way out - too bad the watermelon flavor is already gone."      The woman with the grey streak has positioned herself in Gabby's path as well, not far from Robbie, her eyes burning with fiery fury behind her sunglasses. "Just because she has bigger tits," she mutters to herself, hands balled into fists "and is twenty years younger." A violent shudder passes through her body and she rumbles low, in an almost masculine voice, spoken directly to the young woman: "Tell them you changed your mind, and you don't want the part."
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney finds her path blocked by the assistant with a look of surprise as she leans back just a bit to get a better look at the assistant's face due to the height difference. Without the heels she'd lost a good two inches and right now she was barefoot while her heels hang in one hand. The binder is thrust against her chest causing her to reach up to wrap her arm around it holding it in place instinctively as everything happens so very, very fast. "Wait... what?" Blinking owlishly large eyes she drops them down to look over the pages in the binder that were being shown as they're described. "Day of... makeup... Signature... Wait contract?" Then the woman snags her attention back fully looking back to her as she gushes that this could be something big. Gabby's left standing there looking rather stunned, bewildered, and most definitely confused by the time the assistant and directors trail off. "... What just happened?" Barely a step is taken forward when the older woman has blocked her path demanding she change her mind. Gabby just stares open mouthed a moment before blurting, "I'm not even sure I do! I just came to try because it'd be a good experience and I have no idea what's going on at this point! Have you SEEN my face?" She lifts a hand to point to the scars there. "And you were so much better than me! I just... I just improvised." As she's prattling this out she adds, having heard the quiet mumble in spite of it not being out loud to HER, "And my boobs are not bigger trust me, there's a reason I had to wear a scoop neck. ... Am I even allowed to sign a contract? I'm not eighteen yet!"
Robbie Reyes	Robbie's brows furrow slightly at the interaction between Gabby and the older woman with the grey streak in her hair. Could just be the lady's salty at losing the part, but something about the way her voice shifts, and her strange manner have alarm bells going off for him. He drags off his smoke and steps closer, placing a hand on Gabby's shoulder, trying to steer her away and back to his car. "Aaaaaand we're gettin' out of here. 'scuse us, comin' through."
Matt Hagen	The woman with the grey streak takes a deep breath and visibly calms. She approaches even while Robbie tries to steer her away, and endeavors to drape an arm around Gabby's shoulders. "Us girls have to stick together." She bends at the waist and cranes her neck to look into the younger woman's eyes at her level. "Do you know -why- they gave -you- the part?" She points to the Casting Director - a man in his late sixties, balding with a curly white mullet down his neck, looks a bit like Larry David - and jabs in his direction as if her index finger were a poison-tipped spear. "Because -he- wants you to perform certain favors for him, get it?" She mumbles to herself as an afterthought, "As if I weren't good enough for that either." She shifts her attention to Robbie and adds, face twisted like a gargoyle's: "If you want to protect her, tell her to drop the part." The bass in her voice turns from about a four to an eleven as the words spill out.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney draws a deep breath when Robbie joins her giving a small nod of agreement. Something just was beginning to feel a little 'off' even for her particularly wide acceptance of 'weirdness' in general. "Yeah, Robbie let's--" Her eyes snap over to the arm that winds around her shoulder from the older woman veering her away from the safety of Robbie and the car. Her arms tighten around the binder she held to her chest as she visibly stiffens. "My dad would literally murder him if my sisters didn't get to him first," she states matter-of-fact when the grey haired woman suggests that the aged director wanted her to do lewd things to him. "And yes I *am* using the term 'literally' in the correct manner. I'm not some Valley Girl." It's the shifting voice which really causes her eyes to narrow imperceptably. Even if this woman wasn't really a woman that was one hell of a voice shift there. A deep breath is drawn as she ducks low out of the grasp, and steps back quickly. "Thanks for the advice, I'll consider it, but keep in mind even if I say no that doesn't mean they'll pick you instead. If that's the kind of people they are then they're gonna be creeps to everyone after all."
Robbie Reyes	The pair of them might remember this moment later as the one where everything went to hell in a handbasket. Grey streak tries to put her arm around Gabby, and her face twists into that awful rictus, and even before her voice shifts like that, everything's clicking into place. The second she touches the younger girl, his cigarette's flicked to the ground. Not even put out like he normally would; just left there, smoking. And then his fist goes crashing into the woman's face with enough force to shatter concrete, and most likely knock her back a few feet. "Get the fuck away from her." His own voice warps and shifts, taking on a quality like tearing metal.
Matt Hagen	When Robbie's fist collides with the woman's face, it meets with scarcely any resistance; it is as if a third of her cranium has wilted and merged with the rest of her flesh, leaving a crescent-shaped void where the man's strike should have landed - his thumb knuckle catches an overhanging piecee of hair-lined skull in the back, which slings away from the woman's dome like a stretched piece of silly putty. The woman's remaining eye, now exposed from the shield of her aviator glasses, glows like molten gold. Although it is Robbie who attacked her, it is Gabby that is the focus of her attention.      Almost imperceptibly slow, the woman with the grey streak has grown from a middling 5'6" to a towering 6'6", and her features have transformed into those of a widely familiar olympic volleyball player: Kerry Logan. Long, well-muscled arms seek to wrap around the young woman, while the taller figure's jaw hinges open with reptilian poise to emit an inhumanly long, pointed tongue, which goes rigid and takes on a shiny petina, almost as if it were made of some tempered metal - it extends with a violent life of its own andstreaks like a rapier toward Gabby's suprasternal notch.
Megan Gwynn	Megan Gwynn was supposed to be part of this movie as an extra herself..But she was running late...Waaaay late, and now it's probably too late. Of course she had teleported here and is now running madly to join the set, panting heavily as she checks her watch. Yea, it's really late..Could she maybe sneak in..? And that's when she sees the woman, Err man..Errcreature? Grab Gaby, and her eyes widen in shock. By now she knows better than to assume those are just special effects! "Hey you, get away from Gabby!" she yells, taking to the skies, rushing at the giant shapeshifting being, summoning her soul dagger and attempting to stab him, pretty much anywhere she can.
Gabby Kinney	Usually she was quicker than being caught by such an individual. Usually she wasn't barefoot, in a pencil skirt, and watching Robbie's fist SMOOSH the side of someone's face in like silly putty. It only takes her mind a moment to catch up to realize what all the clues add up to: "Clayface!" He wasn't a top tier criminal by any means but he was a formidable one if you didn't have what it took to be able to handle his maleable nature. That extending arm catches her and lifts her up easily as small as she is. "This is not very good behavior for a classically trained actor!" It's blurted out even as her eyes dart toward Robbie with a look of panic. Her arms were caught up by her sides. Though her handsd come up to grapple at the arm around her, there wasn't enough range of motion to actually break through it to free herself. That Terminator 2000 inspired spike finds it's target with a little gurgle of escaped air and blood sending her head rocking back. "Rawb...." she starts out in an attempt to assure him she would be fine before her voice is lost entirely, and her eyes glaze over from starting to bleed out.
Robbie Reyes	Well, Robbie wasn't sure what to expect from something radiating as much menace as this thing is.. but he sure as hell wasn't expecting *that*. Gabby's warning of 'Clayface!' doesn't do much to help him, unfortunately, since he's never heard of -- much less tangled with -- this guy before. Dimly aware of a familiar face leaping into the fray, he doesn't wait to see whether her blade has any effect on the not-woman and her putty-like composition. His hand wraps around the mid-shaft of the spike aimed at Gabby's throat, and he attempts to hold it in place. To keep it from doing any further damage; and to keep the girl from bleeding out any faster. She may survive it, but he's sure as hell not standing around to let it happen. With a screaming roar, his eyes ignite like they're made of flashpaper, and his other hand closes over the woman's face, sending up a huge gout of hellfire on contact.
Matt Hagen	Kerry Logan's cranium returns to its normal form, with an exception: her right eye has sprouted from her temple, rather than the front of her face, and stares directly at Megan, squinted with disgust. The fairy-like woman's dagger, along with the adjoining hand and forearm, sink deeply into the apparent woman's torso as if it were made entirely of warm, freshly baked cheesecake; that muddy flesh constricts and holds. Meanwhile a third arm sprouts from the volleyball player's hip and strives to lay hold of Megan's left thigh with a massive hand and twist it at an angle, as if it were to snap the root end off of a head of celery.      With one eye focused on the dying Gabby, and the other eye focused on Megan, the trio's adversary has failed to reserve an eye for Robbie. Hellfire licks the features of her face and Kerry Logan recoils with serpentine speed - somehow, she seems unburned, but an observer wouldn't know that from the guttural bellow, deeper than thesolemn voice of a foghorn, that spills from her throat. The towering woman shrieks and shudders as she begins to ugly-cry; strange, syrupy tears melting like quicksilver from her eyes and nostrils.
Gabby Kinney	With Gabby already dying and bleeding, the recoil from Kerry Logan causes her to slip from her---his---it's grasp. She falls limply to the ground struggling to get to her feet again while clutching at her throat which bleeds far more heavily than before. Air gurgles and pops as the blood starts to fill her lungs from being unable to get a breath. A single fist slams against the ground with clear annoyance, before she just... lays down. All she could do was wait while her chest tightens with the need for air as she chokes on her own blood. A puddle forms and soaks her clothes through as she grows more still finally. Even the coughing attempt at breathing tapers off leaving her laying motionless as she'd lost blood and breath faster than her body could heal. For now? For now to all who may be looking on: She's dead. Give her five.
Robbie Reyes	It's clear that the kid with the inexplicably flaming eyes wants a piece of 'Kerry'. He's *itching* to go after her, to make her hurt in some very, very creative ways. But a glance at Gabby, and his resolve wavers slightly. Back to Kerry, his teeth bared, the fire in his eyes surging and guttering like a candle in a drafty room, before petering out to smoke and ash. Then he bends to scoop the younger girl up in his arms, and hoist her up. Assuming she doesn't manage to struggle free in her present state. Megan's going to have to handle this one on her own; he's getting them the hell out of here.
Matt Hagen	Sniveling and snorting with rage, Kerry Logan spreads her legs in a wide stance, great fists clenched at her sides. "You're gonna pay for that," she says in a voice eight octaves lower than God's. She pops a squat, then rapidly springs into a forward thrusting motion; as she does this, an enormous bulge grows from her womb, beginning with a volleyball, then a watermelon, and finally on to a beach ball. This sphere of cheesecake-like flesh bolts toward Robbie's face - if it were to land on target, it would surround his skull in a suffocating bubble of goo.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney is rather limp when Robbie scoops her up. Her head rocks backward stretching out her injured throat, and one arm dangles limp. It only seems to last a few moments though as her heart begins to beat again. Then her lungs flex, and she's jerking her head to the side to cough out a lungful of blood leaving her staring toward the oncoming attack from Kerry Logan. Blood dribbles out of her mouth and she spits a single time before suggesting, "Lemme down before--" And the peice of gut is already on it's way earning another cough from her. A hand flexes into a fist with a quick shhkkt of bone claw tearing through her skin in response. The first motion taken is to slice down the front of her skirt so she can MOVE easier one way or another. Even if Robbie doesn't outright drop her.
Robbie Reyes	There's a not insignificant crowd of onlookers by this point, and all of them are staring at the spectacle in morbid horror. Particularly as the glob of-- what the hell is that? Cheesecake? hurtles toward the punk kid trying to cart Gabby out of here, and plasters his head with chunky goo. At this point, he really has no other option but to release Gabby as she starts to rouse. And he himself drops to the ground on his knees, clawing and pulling at the stuff that's cutting off his air supply for a number of seconds before his head simply explodes in fire. A couple of bystanders shriek in terror.
Matt Hagen	Kerry Logan's jaw hinges into a massive Momo sneer, brow diabolically furrowed. Her soles melt beneath her, followed by her calves and the rest of her legs and so on, until she has seemingly seeped into the earth. Sharp senses will observe that the fine cracks between and beneath the flagstones of the square are teeming with a queer, molten form of flesh that urgently slithers toward the duo.      In just a few seconds, the molten flesh has infiltrated the personal space of the young pair and begins to reform into several humanoid shapes, features rapidly refining into higher resolution, down to scars, eyelashes and the textures of clothing: several petite young women, with dark hair and pale eyes, a split pencil skirt, and solitary claws sprouting from the back of each hand. Where once there was once one Gabby laying on the ground recovering, now there are six.
Gabby Kinney	"Aw naw, there's enough of me around." Gabby blurts from her spot on the ground as she reaches up to touch her throat. The skin beneath was already stitched back together so she swipes the blood away as she clambers back to her feet. Even as she does her eyes dart over to Robbie with concern--at least until he bakes off that bit of clay facehuggering him. That's all she needs to see to reassure her that he's going to be all right. So, with claws out, she turns-- And bolts. Just full out runs to dart between two of the clay clones of herself as if she just intends to run and keep running across the flagstone square heading for, of all things, a fire hydrant. One swing of her claw slices the top off sending a geyser of water jetting into the air. Along with it, the pressure sends the sliced off metal chunk hurling in a random direction.
Robbie Reyes	The sound that comes out of Robbie is.. not human, to say the least. That harpy's scream, overlaid with the roar of demonfire gushing from his head, his hands, searing away his eyes and all of the flesh on his face. As the Ghost Rider, of course, he doesn't need to breathe; which is fortunate, when it takes a good half a minute to cook the goo into a hardened shell, and wait for it to crack and peel and tear away from his face. His face, which is gone and replaced by an armoured metal skullplate, with narrow vents for the flames to escape, and long pointed fangs for teeth. He pushes to his feet slowly, hollowed out gaze skipping between the various faces of Gabby-- and the one darting off for the fire hydrant. Between that, and the taint coming off the others in waves, he's fairly sure of which is the real one. When he lashes out at the nearest copy, it's with a pair of scythe-tipped chains that manifest in curling, snaking gouts of flame.
Matt Hagen	The non-Gabbies turn, two toward the runner and three to the fiery Rider, scowling, and say with one, inhumanly deep multi-voice: "By the end, you will -all- beg me for death." In unison, they melt into the earth - escaping both flaming scythes and the spray of municipal water - and merge into one fluid mass that slithers between and beneath the flagstones toward the gathered crowd.
Gabby Kinney	That was the best idea Gabby had to deal with Clayface and his numerous clone ability. It was what was in the records for having dealt with him in the past, which is likely why he knew to avoid it. Water, fire. What else was it that could bring him down or at least chase him off? Now he was going for the crowd causing a mild surge of panic from Gabby as she finds herself uncertain of what to do now. "Rider! He's weak to fire AND water!" It wasn't much info and he may have already figured part of that out for himself but it's still vital information she attempt to share before bolting after the flowing mass of clay heading for the civilians to try... something. Anything. To stop him.
Robbie Reyes	The problem with the Ghost Rider is.. he isn't a hero. Not really, in the sense that this city is chock full of those with lofty ideals and a desire to safeguard the civilian populace. Really, he just wants to hurt people. And Robbie usually manages to keep the urge channeled in a direction that doesn't harm innocents. So he's torn when the sludge monster-thing recombines itself and starts swimming away toward the frightened onlookers, who have started scattering in various directions. There's a distinct moment where he almost turns his back and walks away; but Gabby's voice seems to compel him to stay. And do what? He stalks forward, flames melting off the chains in his hands. At least one bystander is filming this on their phone, and seems to recognise him as one of the Avengers.
Matt Hagen	The slithering molten flesh moves with tremendous speed, at least from the vantage point of a fleeing normie. The creature makes its way beneath a quartet of people clustered together toward the back of the scattering throng: a thin, elderly man with glasses and a beard who is with three adult women, all dressed in their finest; his daughters, judged by the resemblance in their faces.      Thin spires of the creature's flesh, the same sort that skewered Gabby's throat just a few minutes before, spring up like a lethal crop of asparagus amidst the family, piercing them by wrist and ankle, elbow and knee. Each cries out in a voice of their own, shocked eyes rolling in terror; blood begins to well and run in rivulets down their limbs. Thorns like those of a honey locust spring out from their tempered-cheesecake stigmata and they gradually lose control of their bodies, living instead as marrionettes for the beast of clay. The old man begins to pray in a weepy voice, joined by his children.      Kerry Logan rises from the flagstones, head first, growing from the ground up as if she were being formed by an inverted, invisible 3D-printer. "What will you do, child?" she says in her foghorn voice, looking across the distance to Gabby.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney grinds to a halt still a bit away from the impaled civilians and Clayface himself. She pauses at the question with a look of absolute infuriation at being asked that. "Seriously!? The hell do you want me to do!?" Her hands are thrown up into the air at that with a shake of her head. "You're pissed off because someone else got the gig and ... why!? You could have chosen anyone, ANYONE to look like. You could have made up the absolute perfect person for them but you decided to go on hard-mode and then got butt hurt when it didn't go your way! And you're calling ME the child," she hisses out with a shake of her head. "Throwing a temper tantrum, trying to KILL me, and now others too! NONE of this would have happened if not for you and you want to know what *I'M* going to do!? I would have GONE HOME is what I WOULD have done!"
Robbie Reyes	Robbie, meanwhile, has reverted to his human form. It's painful, the transformation in either direction; he has to wait for flesh to grow back, for those awful burns to heal, and it isn't instantaneous by any means. "She's right," he growls at the slowly coalescing form of Kerry. "What the fuck you hoping to do here? Kill a few people, get yourself on the nightly news? I were you, I'd get outta here before you make me really fuckin' angry." He draws to a halt not too far behind Gabby, eyes on the clay creature.. thing.
Matt Hagen	"I did not want to win the role with youth and gorgeous looks, like yours little one," rumbles Kerry Logan, eyes kindled with the glow of fiery gold as Gabby speaks, "I wanted to be recognized for my -talent-," she seethes, stretching the word torturously, causing her puppets to wince and squirm, "but they chose -you-, a nothing hack." A smug, placid expression forms a plaster mask over her face. "And I too would have gone home, with my sole desire in hand, if you had simply forfeited the role, as I commanded you. No, child, -you-, are to blame for this, -you-, and your wretched selfishness!" She has managed to work herself into a fury again, and begins to breath heavily; but calms whilst Robbie speaks, until at length she folds her arms over her chest and looks down her aquiline nose at the pair.      "Their fate," she plays with the praying man and his daughters, twisting them about like ragdolls, "is in your hands, little one. Forefeit the role. I let these maggots go free, I take my leave, and you get to go home and make out with your boyfriend. What will it be?"
Gabby Kinney	"Talent?" Gabby just stares back planting her hands on her hips with lips pursed as she draws a deep breath. "... You DO know this is for a Simon Williams movie, right? Talent isn't exactly what they are after. They're looking for flashy explosions, tight clothes, and melodramatics. I just acted like what a bystander in the middle of a super powered fight would. I just tried to put myself in their mindset." Her gaze slides past to gesture at the family he has hostage. "Your lines were great, your expression was great--For someone who just met their hero. Not for someone fearing for their life ... Just look at them. Did YOU do that?" She shrugs indifferently. "So I give up the gig, fine, then what? You did all this and there's filming going on," she adds gesturing at some bystanders with phones out. "Sure doubt the studio is gonna go for you now even if I quit. But, fine, I quit. Congratulations on nothing." A pause before she adds, "Also he's not my boyfriend. He's my sister's boyfriend."
Robbie Reyes	Gabby's doing a far better job of talking this lady (?) down than he possibly could. So Robbie elects to keep his mouth shut at this stage in the negotiations. Until Kerry says something about 'go home and make out with your boyfriend', which prompts a smirk-- and the beginnings of a retort, until Gabby sets the record straight. "I'd listen to her, if I were you," he rumbles, still looming over the younger woman's shoulder, lean frame tense and ready to continue the fight.
Matt Hagen	Kerry Logan's lower lip trembles. A curled index finger instinctively wraps around her chin, and she looks away, huffing a sigh. "B..." She stammers and closes her eyes, then her arms go slack, posture deflated.      The stigmata slowly withdraw from the elderly man and his daughters, who join hands with each other and hobble-run in the direction of their saviors.      The beast of clay slowly melts into the earth and slithers into the shadows.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney watches Clayface depart... and lets out her held breath in a rush of air. "Did not know that would work for sure so glad it did," she utters even as she feels guilty for just prattling on like she usually does. "Come on, let's get you guys some help. EMTs and police are already on the way," she assures, but mostly because she can hear the sirens already from her spot. Looking back to Robbie she hangs her head a little. "... Guess this wasn't fun after all. I owe you."
Robbie Reyes	"You don't owe me shit," Robbie murmurs, watching the clay-thing depart with a slight frown, and a look in his eyes that's difficult to categorise. "Hey." He nudges her with his elbow. "You did really great there. Way more of a hero than I'll ever be. Talkin' that thing down? Not gonna lie, I'm pretty impressed." Well, Robbie's standard MO is firepower, after all. And when that doesn't work? More firepower. "Cops are almost here. And I do not want to talk to the cops. C'mon." He flicks her shoulder with gloved fingers, then turns and prowls off for the Charger.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney lets out a small sigh as she looks down to herself. Skirt cut open revealing way more leg than she usually would. Blood soaked blouse and chest. She's suddenly aware of how much she looks like a zombie revived from the dead at this point. "Uh, yeah I don't want to really explain how I got up after that. I need a shower bad." At least she's fine with turning to head for the Charger at top speed.