Owner	Pose
Lucy Blaze	Around noon isn't a high time for crime in Greenwich Village compared to any other hour. The neighbourhood always stays active, thanks to the high population of college students prowling around, the night life, and the 9-5 working crowd. Wong's serves a lot of those aforementioned groups. Around lunch they do a good trade in slices of pizza, pop, premade meals, and the occasional fruit for the health conscious. Chinese food makes excellent impressions, the scent of noodles and deep fried everything wafting out of the clean, crowded interior. Along with three masked men wearing hoodies, the uniform of choice to hide superheroes and everything else. Another group hides around the corner on a service drive that's usually not cluttered by too many trucks thanks to the overzealous neighbourhood and meter maids. The "fluid truck" symbol emblazoned on the Mercedes van is basically like every other delivery van for Amazon in the city. It's deliriously easy to overlook one greyish-white van if you've seen them once, they tend to fade from view. Driver, set. Goods in boxes, shuttled into a bay half-full with one guy already there in courier duds -- a brown onesie -- to help hurry things along. Hard to say if anyone is left inside. The Queen of Swords isn't eating, and she isn't enjoying herself in the rare sunshine. She crouches on a fire escape, watching the foolishness with distaste.
Cindy Moon	Chinese food does make excellent impressions. And the fare at Wong's is enough to draw others from their usual haunts to partake. Which...is exactly the reason why Cindy was in the area. It was certainly a Cindy Moon that entered Wong's a little while ago to pick up an order of noodles and crab rangoon. However, it isn't a Cindy Moon that is currently enjoying said takeout. Rather, in a dark corner of a nearby building, hanging upside down, is the spider alter ego, Silk. Why her? And why upside down? Well, it was the darkest and highest corner she could find and, since eating requires a lowered mask, the more shadows, the better. And...as for the upside down thing? It's a Spider thing. All the Spider peeps are doing it. At least, in Silk's mind. Besides, it looks cool. If she was actually out for that sort of thing. It just so happens to make for a good surveillance position, too. Not that Cindy is paying much attention to the grey van. Oh, she sees it...but nothing is quite setting off the alarms yet. She doesn't see the fire escape though and its occupant. Because, you see one delivery van, you seen them all, right?
Lucy Blaze	Chinese food is one of the better innovations on this little backwater world. Zannah doesn't care enough to divert herself for a selection of rice and sticky chicken. Another later time though. Her priority rests on watching the people headed out of the building and into the van, or the van itself, though it's a bit hard to see from her vantage where anyone running out the front might be going. She would need x-ray vision or the power to look around corners, which isn't impossible. But tough. Not like parked cars have rearview mirrors that portray the full drama of a robbery. Still the way the white-haired woman crouches, it could be a possibility she *is* watching. Sure, Silk looks cool. Zannah looks dangerous. Anyone crouching on a fire escape is in top recon positioning. Really, some people need to learn subtlety. The robbers headed out the front hustle into the street and veer across the road in favour of another intersection. There they start to split; one going left, two right. That would put them straight for Washington Square Park, a busy thoroughfare. The driver in the van grips the wheel and waits. He gets a thunk-thud confirmation from inside and the door pulled shut, not slammed, as the delivery guy outside briskly moves up the alley. Another direction. Five targets so far, well six if you include the guy in the van's cargo area. Which is something Zannah can see, and she takes careful aim with one of her.... barrettes. It's red. It is pointy. It really isn't all that impressive. She lines it up, narrowed eyes on the bumper of the van starting to roll. Down farther... down a little... *Throw*.
Cindy Moon	To be fair, Silk doesn't look all that dangerous. Not when she is hanging upside down feeding herself noodles. Then again, she never really looks all that dangerous. She doesn't have pointy things on her and really, she's kinda short. And young. If people didn't know any better, she looks like a college-aged cosplayer. Which...isn't too far from the truth. Noodles consumed. And, a shot from the hidey hole with a web line and garbage is disposed off properly. Woot...usually she misses that. Still, from her point, she can see the van, if not the terror that sits on fire escapes. And...she watches. Was that a tingle at the back of her head? Normally if there was a problem, her danger sense would be going through the roof, so to speak, considering how sensitive it can be. This time? There's a nagging there, sure...but not much. Until the red barrette takes to the air. Then all the alarms go off. Oh crap! The thought races through Silk's mind as she quickly pulls up the mask and prepares to drop in on the situation. Something is going down...
Lucy Blaze	The red barrette grows thin, fine spikes. By itself, something ending in a pointed clip would do nothing to a tire. Tires are made to deal with potholes, trash, and rocks. What is a thin little piece of easily bent metal going to do? Nothing. Nothing until the witch makes it do something. In this case her fingers twist and turn. That metal is much stronger than it looks, and when it hits the tire, it sinks in with a satisfying little thud. Spikes dig and when the wheel turns, gravity and weight do the rest. Not much sooner, a flat tire lenses. Who doesn't enjoy the sound of hissing in the afternoon? Psssssss. All's well that begins with such a modest bang, and Zannah scrambles down to the ground by jumping off the landing. She makes almost no noise, but she certain is visible to Silk doing that. Whether the noodle-muncher is noted before, she will be if she crosses Zannah's field of vision. That, however, is turned on the decimated vehicle. No help to the dude ambling away without a care in the world Maybe she'll throw one of those at him.
Cindy Moon	"Hey!" Guess what? Silk did see where the foreign object came in from and yes, she does swing right into Zannah's view. Because she's a brave one...and also inexperienced. For all Silk knows, this person is trying to rob the van. Of course, with her Silk-Sense triggering, it would seem like that would be the case. But she's supposed to try to focus the clarion bell in her head, to try to figure out exactly where the threat is coming from. And...for some reason, it seems that the bigger threat is... ...inside the van? Oh, the scary witch from the fire escape is setting off some alarms, of that there is no doubt. But....the louder threat seems to be the van. Which...prompts quite a bit of confusion in Silk's expression...which is reflected in her next choice of wording. "hmm....stop??"
Lucy Blaze	Hey means something, and it brings the woman's eyes up briefly to consider who calls her. It's not likely to stop her, but attract her attention for a moment and Zannah performs a threat assessment while Cindy in her outfit gets closer. The driver seeing any kind of movement would sooner gun the engine to get out of the way and into the street, but he's dealing with a heavy van on three functional tires and a fourth going low, wobbling. Alarms in the corner store are probably silently going off to alert police but who knows what'll happen for the four people getting away. We'll, seeing that Silk is telling the van to stop-- "Make it stop then." Curt instructions are followed by the White-haired woman turning tail and running up the alley to chase down the guy who thought he was home free. No, he is not!
Cindy Moon	Well, that does make sense. And...since said white-haired woman is running away to chase down what looks to be a robber, that leaves Silk to deal with the van. And the Silk-Sense makes more sense now. It was a robbery, or something. And hey, that flat tire is going to make that van dangerously hard to control. Silk has a couple options. She could go the whole Tobey Maguire route and throw some webs at the van and pull it aside...or she can do what she does best. Be a nuisance. Nuisance option involves Silk leaping for the van, using her webs to not stop it, per se, but to pull herself down on top of the van, which she does so with a satisfying thud. Then, she leans over and waves at the driver, while upside down, her head dangling right in view. "Say, didja know you got a flat tire? I mean, you might want to stop and take a look at it, rather than endanger everyone out here. Otherwise, I have to assume that yer a bad guy and we really don't want that now, do we?" The commentary is topped off with a thumbs-up before Cindy points to the side of the street. "Now, be a good person and pull over, mmm-kay?" Not that she expects the driver to pull over, but hey, she gave them a chance. If Silk has to, there is always the Maguire option.
Lucy Blaze	The woman has an impressive sprint that would put her in contention for a few of the best in state. Maybe she had a collegiate career in track, or was the one who got away in whatever country she's from. She moves fast, efficiently pumping her arms at her sides and closing the distance to the bothered robber now rushing his path to get into Greenwich Village itself. He needs a couple seconds to get moving. She doesn't, already in motion. The collision makes for a bit of a crunching noise and Zannah overtakes the guy, and he stops lookin over his shoulder to shout for help at being mugged. By a scary ex-girlfriend. Pedestrians might respond to that, but the woman lowers her shoulder and rams into him in the meanest way. He trips and goes flying facedown, followed by her leaping at him like an evil pillow to squash him flat. He protests loudly, twisting and trying to shake him off while she scruffs him. The arm bar isn't very nice. The driver and the guy in the van has the better of it, honestly. Even if he's trying to stop the van from ramming into a wall until things really do go wonky.