Owner	Pose
Gunna Sijurvald	The Raft A little background: the Raft is a prison on an island, surrounded by waters infested by manta rays, the wonders of a living breathing defense an obvious positive given the purpose of the facility. An extremely high security prison, this was built to take care of the prisoners that others can not. On the top level it looks like any other prison. High walls with guards and barbed wire fences, a large building in the center with spotlights and guards, and more guards at all the guard points where guards are meant to be. There is a compound, and it is occupied by prisoners. It is not the only aspect of the site though; that is the top level. Below are levels, buried far beneath. The deeper you go, the more dangerous the inmates. And this site goes very deep indeed. So the group watching from afar, preparing to attack, are not on the invited guest list. People in dark outfits gather, having left their presents of C4 in strategically chosen locations about the site. Exits, walls, guard posts, as expected. The most important ones are the generators though. Five backup generators must all go down at the same time, pulling power from the force fields. Pulling power from the lower levels, and those kept deep within. The explosives are primed, people are gathering. And then there is no reason not to start the event. "The green witch says it will work," says one. "Trust noone. It begins on three." "Three," they whisper to each other. And then they all hit their buttons, beginning the chaos. The power goes down, and the entire site goes dark. With convicted felons outside, ready to escape. And others, deep within, ready to do much, much worse.
Amora the Enchantress	Nothing like Christmas ... Amora feels like a real Santa helper, bringing all the joy to the wrongly imprisoned in the depths of the Raft. Not that she particularly *cares* about most of those imprisoned at this place bar one. A particular Asgard who is down here and denied her offer of escape once. But since Amora never takes no for an answer here she is, forcing the girl's hand.. The hired group up above wasn't too hard to convince, but a matter of having one of their own captured in the first place and then offer her help with a plan to get him free. So like clockwork the power goes down and she is heard whistling a jaunty santa tune down the rows, approaching a few particular doors.. She is dressed as a guard, all the more to look inconspicuous, the blonde bombshell having left the usual tight outfits and corsets.. A small sacrifice for this. Hopefully it shall be worth it.. "Time to come out.." she whispers musically, opening one of the doors. A rumble is heard within..., something waking from slumber..
Clark Kent	Behold, the deadly enemies of Superman! Beware, the Superman Revenge Squad consists of the up and coming fiends who've sworn to take the Man of Tomorrow down for the sheer thrill of it! They're lean, hungry, and ready Valerie van Haften, aka 'Puzzler' Bio: Fame-obsessed, Valerie paid for a mysterious process that transformed her into a being made of living puzzle pieces. Valerie's pieces are strong and sharp, and can move independently of her with deadly speed. Weaknesses: Valerie's lust for attention can bait her into traps. Her 'head-piece' controls the rest of her, and she can be stopped if it is somehow secured. The vaguely feminine shape leaps down a flight of stairs, a tiny, jigsaw puzzle shaped piece of herself floating in a wide circle as a sort of scout, the eye design on the puzzle piece letting the Puzzler see through it like a third eye. "He's got to be down here somewhere. They put all the freaks down here." Identity Unknown, aka 'Bloodsport'. Bio: Third man to wear the Bloodsport mask, claims to be the son of the first but this is unverified. Has a cosmic pouch that allows him to access a massive arsenal nearly anywhere, has claimed to have a weapon capable of killing any major superhero somewhere in his pouch. Weaknesses: Full psych eval in progress, has shown signs of stress-based illnesses similar to the first Bloodsport. "That freak's part of the team." Bloodsport says, having shed his prisoner getup for free access to his costume and the deadly weapons within. He's following Valerie for now, and muses for a second that 'for now' seems to have been a damn long time. They DO owe Riot, though, and this is their best chance to free the man. Black Zero Bio: Claiming to be an alien planet destroyer who's equipment was ruined by Superman, Black Zero is an extraterrestrial who wears an all-black 'encounter suit' with a large white '0' on the front. No one's sure what his powers are, only that he's incredibly useful and never sticks around when Superman shows up. Weaknesses: It's pretty clearly just Superman in disguise. Black Zero frowns a bit at the power outage. He'd infiltrated the Revenge Squad's little breakout in fear of it being a fient for a larger operation, and it looks like he was right. Frowning under his mask, Superman's eyes narrow as he percieves several spectrums utterly unavailable to human eyes, looking to try and pinpoint any strange sources of energy that might be giveaways.
Sally Pride	It was one of those places you normally did not want to be, and typically people probably weren't suppose to know it's even there. Or at least how far there goes. And while she doesn't have any particular obligation to deal with the problems the Raft deals with one mutant lioness has found her way into it because if the rumors are true of what sort of entities are locked away in this place they might need a 'monster' to deal with the other 'monsters'. Not that she would consider herself a monster of any sort. But when people in dark suits and probably working for the government in some roundabout way are willing to pay for advice on dealing with such things, the Mutanimals aren't afraid to go along with it. Though being around so many 'cages' has Sally a little on the wary side herself, just because of bad memories. She's not here to be in them though, she reminds herself, she's here to help them back sure they can keep the kinds of freaks that make her look tame in their place. ... And of course right in middle of everything the power and the lights go out. "... I should really be surprised, but somehow I'm not," the feline woman mutters under her breath. Well, she can see in the dark unlike the normal humans, so it's up to her to go investigate in the dark depths of this place. "I should of asked for extra hazard pay before I left, too." Hindsight.
Gunna Sijurvald	Emergency lighting kicks up on aaa-cell batteries, the only power left in the area. Occasional spots of light come up, which are not really needed by anyone but the guards, the prisoners, and the twits who are escorting fake-Superman deeper into the depths. The door which opens before Amora however is dark beyond even normality. Signs on the door bear dire warnings, many of which suggest that you might need an exorcist or an egyptian king if you enter further within. That's a metaphor, but you get the idea. Unfortunately opening the door allows Amora's power to free what is within. A man, deep in a tank, opens his eyes. "Wait, no," he says plaintively. "I'm not supposed to be awake! I can't be ..I can't.." But his face is already melting, and the plasma which makes up his form burns. The plexiglass cell does not last long, and the glowing red of his new body lights evilly, as he oozes through walls. This is all just before the roof starts to shake, and the top level starts to fall through this floor's ceiling. Screaming completely unrelated to friend or foe becomes a universal, as the women's wing begins to be buried. Guards trying to put villains in their cells back away, hoping only to survive. This is so far worse than a mere breakout. Well done, Amora! Well done.
Amora the Enchantress	Egyption Kings? Pfffttt! Amora is a Goddess! (Mostly in her own mind) She isn't scared of any kind of warnings.. And besides, the more mayhem.., the better. The woman watches, crystal ble gaze intense and a faint smile curling up when she notes the man in the tank starting to transform.. All according to plan... Or it would be, if not for the shake. That's not according to plan, but perhaps she should had accounted for those villains who can create shockwaves, like Graviton, one of those heavyweights starting to step out of their cell.. Thankfully the man still has dampening bracers on to keep most of his powers in check. But for how long? Yet now Amora needs to reformulate her plan. To have the other Asgardian die would not be what she wanted and while she is wanting to see how well the girl can handle matters she needs to make sure things don't go too haywire, so time to look for those heroes who might be around to stop this.. There is always one or another during these crisis, right? Right?! "Heeeeelpppp, the prisoners are on the loose!" she calls out in the best dramatic way possible.
Sally Pride	Good grief, how far down DOES this place go? Sally never did get a straight answer from anyone. Just a lot of CLASSIFIED this and REDACTED that and 'Just focus on what you were hired to assist on, ma'am' from pretty much any staff or guards she asked. Even when crap hit the fan and they wanted her to help search the lower levels they wouldn't give a clear indication of how many lower levels there are. Dumb obsfucated government. The weak emergency lights coming on do help a little even if she does have nocturnal vision. An ear occasionally twitchs at the sounds that come rumbling from above, but the lioness keeps focused on her own matters. Down stairwells intentionally narrow to keep prisoners between guards and through winding corridors that are probably purposely misdirecting, with blaster ready in her hands. She may only be a soldier of fortune now but the training shows, keeping her head together in a crisis. And a finger ready on the trigger. Even if it is only a high powered stun blaster. If she has to shoot first and ask questions later... she actually prefers that way... Oh look, one of the security doors is already wedged partway open. So someone or something has already made their way down here? Must of been an inside job... Sally gives the heavy panel of a door a good kick to open it a bit farther and glance past it. Looks like one of the higher security cell blocks. Oh, just wonderful. "Fair warning, if I see anyone outside a cell I will shoot without question!", she snaps, even as she slinks past the partially wedged door and into the actual section of cells, tail lashing because this place is giving her the heebies, and not because it's full of dangerous freaks either....
Clark Kent	Part of being Superman is the ice cold science of triage. As hard as Clark tries, he can't be everywhere at once. Sure it can seem like it when he's really pouring on the super-speed, but like all of Superman's powers he has to be very careful with the side effects of his speed. It requires a lot of careful thought and focus to decide just what Superman can do to save the most amount of lives during a crisis; thankfully, Superman's super-intellegence lets him keep track of the massive amount of factors in a situation like this. The number of prisoners, the sagging, damaged prison roof and how its structure is falling apart, the lion woman barking orders in the dark, the guards calling for help... "Plasmus." Black Zero says. "Oh no I am not touching that maniac." Puzzler says, holding her hands up. "It's an even flip if he's a junior fascist or the Hulk if he was pink and made of napalm. We're here for Riot and then we are leaving! Bloodsport pays a bit more attention to their strange cohort, and accesses his pouch, making sure the cryo-grenades are near the top of his infinite, unpredictable arsenal. "We should help one of the guards. They could cut the search down for us." "Fine." Puzzler hisses, and recombines herself, heading towards the woman calling for aid. Neither Revenge Squad member has heard Sally, and Clark doesn't see much point in warning them. "I'll be back." Black Zero says, and fades into a mysterious blur. "He's so mysterious." Puzzler coos, while Bloodsport rolls his eyes. "Hey! Guard! Keep shouting, we're on our way!" Meanwhile, Superman sees a wing being buried and a ceiling slowly crushing them. "Seconds to act!" Superman says, cracking into the air; someone with super-senses might be able to pick Clark up at this speed, but he's trying to keep his disguise intact for now. His first job is to stop the ceiling before it totally crushes the woman's wing; criminal or no, they don't deserve to die. Superman finds the center of weight of the ceiling, and puts his strength against it, while looking for debris he can quickly heat vision-sodder into new support beams. This may take a crucial second!
Gunna Sijurvald	Amora's shout draws attention. It was meant to, and the woman is nothing if not good at drawing attention! Thus Puzzler and Bloodsport both head in her direction, ready to hold the 'guard' down and beat information on their comrade out of her. We wish them luck, given the circumstances. Because bursting in on the lady herself is happening, and it is not likely to end well. Sally however finds herself cornered, not by the trouble she expected but perhaps by the trouble she deserves; the roof starts to move above her, as she watches for threats from below. While it descends, the concrete and steel drops toward her, and a foot, two, it creaks and groans, the sounds deafening and horrible, metal bars bending as cells around her flex. And the roof stops an inch from her face, something out there saving her and those in the cells around. Saving her from that, though the entire building creaks ominously and in the distance something crashes. Before a horde of female humans leap from cells, shadows, and the doorway in question upon Sally without more than a scream. She is attacked! Not far away, in another cell, someone looks out curiously. Someone small, but decidedly not all that scared. it's dark though, so it's hard to tell who. Superman holds up the building. The entire ten floors (there, that's how many! ha!) The structure is built powerfully, with redundancies all through it. It is made to NOT FALL! So when a man walks up, looking at Superman, the frown on his face is obvious. "I can push harder than you can lift," he says, his voice dark. "Gravity is more powerful than even you....whoever you are." Gravitron.
Amora the Enchantress	If these guys are heroes then Amora is Sif... But she can roll with it, and if she is anything that's convincing when she wants to. And it's dark, so she will have the benefit of the doubt for not recognizing supervillains here being one of the guards. "Oh, thank .." a pause, "..God." tongue almost slipped to Odin. She points towards where she came from. "We need to open way to the exit." odds are these prisoners won't know the layout, like she does. "If the structure falls everyone will die here.." she notes, urgency in her tone, the blonde beauty looking properly scared and in oh so need of help. Of course that where she is pointing is nowhere near the exit but to the exact pathway that leads to where Troll's cell is. She is quite fine in using these people to clean the way there and get her out if needed. ---- Of course that *again* her plan goes a touch haywire. Plasmus of course. It slithers out of the walls, the man under that out of his mind and just roaming to consume and destroy. Indeed releasing him was *not* a good thing. As the creature begins to ooze out and shoot bolts of plasma everywhere, namely towards Bloodshot and Puzzler, Amora takes her time to slide back to the shadows, inconspicuous. She will let them handle it! No need to risk getting burned in her beautiful face afterall. After an appropriate little scream of calling for help!
Sally Pride	It's not inaccurate that Sally is putting more focus on watching ahead of herself than overhead. Until the ceiling above makes noises and moves in ways that are really hard to ignore as steel and concrete bend in ways you would hope they couldn't. "Shit!" She jerks back, barely avoiding getting slammed in the face by the warping structural forms. More because it stopped from someone somewhere else doing something to halt the downward shift, but she doesn't know that. It's less than inches from her face. Enough to draw a sigh out of the lioness as she takes a few more steps back... and then realizes that with the way she jerked to avoid the sagging ceiling structure the cells are behind her. Ears twitch back at a lot of stomping footfalls. True to her previous statement she doesn't ask questions, she just turns and fires her sidearm at the first form that comes into her line of sight. Sure, it's just a stun blaster. But that doesn't mean it's a -gentle- stun blaster. The thing was designed to tase mutants a lot bigger and beefer than she herself is, so whoever was the unfortunately head of the pack just got a revolting experience. But stunning one does little to stop the rest of the horde looking to find their way out from descending on top of her! Sally takes a mean suckerpunch across the left check, and a few blows for extra measure as other inmates join in. Someone probably asks someone else when did they start hiring freaks to guard the freaks but it's lost in the noise of the fracas. A few staggers back and lashing of the tail check her balance, and Sally rights herself before she falls over from the abrupt assault. Wiggles her jaw a little and spits some spittle off to the side. Realizes she dropped her handgun from one of the blows. Then shrugs it off. "I suppose you're all expecting some ranting about how you should all get back in your cells, or else?" Gives one of her gloves a tug with the other hand, making the studded knuckles glimmer in the faint emergency lighting. "Not my style." The lioness almost literally pounces back into the fray, returning that first punch with a mean hook of her own, and it just descends into a chaotic mess of punchs and kicks and angry cat noises from there.
Clark Kent	"That's the best idea I've ever heard!" Bloodsport says, eyes wide under his mask and lips twisted into a big, happy grin. Puzzler does pay attention to this. "Since when are you this happy about anything that doesn't shoot compressed uranium at Superman?" "I'm just in a good mood!" Bloodsport counters, even as Plasmus rips out of the wall. "I'm allowed to be positive once in a while. Stop trying to dominate our professional dynamic!" "For Christ's sake." Puzzler says, bursting into hundreds of puzzle pieces. She forms a floating storm of razor sharp shrapnel around Plasmus, careful to avoid the steaming heat from the monster's body as she roots around the roof for some kind of pipe. Puzzler's goal is to rip apart the bit of roof and direct a pipe of...anything, really, but ideally water to push Plasmus away until Bloodsport can snap out of whatever strange fugue he's in. Meanwhile, at the standoff; "Come on." Black Zero says, looking at the imposing figure of Graviton. Clark is aware of what can charitably be called 'the basics' of this man, and frankly this is exactly why he gets itchy around Nick Fury. It's a worry; Graviton fully unleashed can be what we call 'a problem', despite Superman's general control of his own personal gravity, and Graviton has very little care for collateral damage. "Hey," Black Zero tries, as he starts making support beams with his eyes. "Listen, I want you to consider something here. What's phase two of this plan? Like you kill everyone in this building and then what? What do you gain from this happening other than enemies? A lot of people in here have families, and there are people out there for hire who can worry even you." "So what's so important to take this kind of risk?" Black Zero asks, using the moment of dialogue to x-ray Graviton and whatever protective field he's undoubtedly emitting. Even if Superman can't talk him down, he can find a weakness while they're chin wagging.
Gunna Sijurvald	Leaving Puzzler and Bloodsport to handle someone who can't really be handled, Amora might just have a smile on her face as she heads for her actual goal. The thing is, this brings her into sight of the brawl. The catfight, as it will, with the roof looking as if it's halfway to oblivion, held up by something or someone not currenlty present. Send Supes a card later, right now we're dealing with a horde! With bodies being thrown at Sally, MOST of them are supers down here. A woman visibly tattooed presses tattoos together, then begins to glow. She leaps into the fray, super strength called forth. Another with glowing hands, a third who seems a werewolf. There aren't too many, but in the dark it seems unending. One would be forgiven for not noticing the sound of bending metal in the background, though the appearance of another body behind the mass is no particular moral help. Another escaping prisoner, another threat. Until it leaps into the fray and slams the wereperson into the ceiling with main brute force. The entire building shudders, just a little, from the force, and as things get more chaotic it becomes quickly obvoius that Sally has a protector. Admittedly a snarling, monstrous protector, but you takes what you can gets. And Troll was only in her cell because she chose to be anyway. "I am leaving," the villain who is causing the faliing building 'issue' says to Black Zero. "Without power, they have no way to stop me. These restraints will come off once I can reach a big enough hammer." He lifts his chin, then looks around. "I don't suppose you would just stand there and hold the building then? That's a good man," he says with a smirk. "Wouldn't do to have the entire wing fall. Oh no, it would not." THen the building shakes a little, Troll's influence. Graviton pauses, then says, "..that was not my doing."
Amora the Enchantress	OOoo, Superman villains! These have potential...! Or had until Plasmus appears... Amora is used to discarding people like that. One moment useful to her but the moment they become an hindrance.. Laters! So she slinks off as they busy themselves fighting. Does she have to do *everything* by herself? Fine! And besides, she is damn tired of being in this lousy guardswoman clothing. It's not made of fine materials and it itches her skin. Uffff. So she does a magical girl number (because not only heroines are allowed to do so!), the woman glowing and the outfit changing, the tight corset, the dark green leggings and long cloak, the emerald tiara. Amora the Enchantress at last.. She takes a corner to witness the fight going on. Chaos! Excellent ... It's a mess, but those three on two seems like unfair so she approaches. The one with glowing hands takes note of Amora, approaching, hands out and dangerous. Whatever do they do? Amora really doesn't give them time to show it. For even if she looks frail she is still an Asgardian, and trained for battle. She steps forward more suddenly, throwing a punch right at their jaw which sends them sprawling backwards.. "No, I don't want to hug you.." she comments, immediately turning her attention to her nails. Hopefully she didn't break one with that punch.
Sally Pride	All things considered? This does make it a good thing they sent the hired mutant mercenary down here instead of a bunch of human guards. Sally just has better odds at walking away from this bad situation. Not without taking her share of lumps though. Someone slams into her with super-strength, which hurts like hell. But Sally also uses it to her advantage, feigning (partially, because that did hurt) to fall backwards and then grabbing the tattooed woman and heaving while she's off-balance from her attack, throwing the woman over her shoulder and into the wall. Someone else leaps into the fight... but it's to wrestle down the werewolf(?) so Sally is not complaining! She spots her dropped blaster and grunts back a wince from the last blow to scoop it off the floor and twist to point it at the lady with the luminated hands. "Hold it right there Ms. Bad Touch." And then someone else steps in to punch her out before those pulsating palms can do anything. We're going to just pretend that's why she told her not to move, yup. Sally pauses. "... Meh. Don't have any good Bond Oneliners for weird hand glows."
Clark Kent	"Well that isn't working." Puzzler says, nervous as Plasmus gets ever closer to her vulnerable head piece. "Bloodsport, buddy, come on, time to snap out of it!" "Wait for me-" Bloodsport blinks as he's about to walk directly into a section of Plasmus currently melting through the floor. Leaping back in visible shock, the mercenary regains his trademark cool under fire. "That was..." "Who knew you were a romantic?~" Puzzler swoons, and then snaps, "Save me already!" "Plasmus hates cold, and being asleep." Bloodsport says, and opens his Infinity Pouch, sticking his hand in and hurling a pair of softball sized bombs at Plasmus. They send a blast of Freeze-tech weaponized cryogenics, aimed to slow the monster down as the supercoolant clashes with its toxic body. "I hate being thrown off my game. Next time I see that guard..." Meanwhile, Clark detects no weakness in Graviton's field. Superman frowns under the mask, and then the building shakes again. He needs to intervene in that riot before the woman gets killed...but there's another figure in there. Clark blinks as he looks at sunlight and thunder and lightning and has to rub his head with a free hand at the sudden, blinding migraine. Where has he seen that kind of energy before? Oh, Superman thinks, as he can see the inhibitors start to come back on. Clark smiles, a little. "Came up with a Plan C, Graviton." Black Zero takes his mask off, revealing...Superman?! He 'holds the roof up' with a single finger. "Toy with you until you get distracted. Some master of gravity; I had more trouble picking the Blob after he sat on me." Clark gives him a second to react, and then punches Graviton in the face. Freed of holding the building up, Superman ditches the Black Zero disguise in a blur, and takes a moment to be visible. Sometimes just the impact of seeing that Superman is on the job can break the morale of some criminals. "Hey!" Clark calls down at the little face-puncher who's clearing out the woman's wing, "Need a hand?"
Gunna Sijurvald	It is at that time that the lights come on. The force fields come on, the inhibitors come on, dampening the powers of whoever is not supposed to be out of their cells. Tattos no longer enhance, wolves do not howl, and while Riot may in fact end up being rescued, it will not be as hard as when Plasmos was awake. He isn't, a nearly naked man on the floor, snoring. Nearly naked because I like my PG rating, thank you very much. Of course Troll is barely even annoyed by allof this, sitting beside her cell door with blood on her hands. Not her own, at least not mostly, and Sally and Amora find themselves standing over beaten enemies with active cells ready to chuck their lame asses into. Really seems like someone got the power on again, and not a moment too soon. Given that the ceiling is no longer pressing down, it is possible that whoever was causing that is now slumping to the floor due to a puch in the jaw. Oh look, there he isnow! Silly man. Don't monologue, just throw Robin into the acid RIGHT AWAY and run away! He must have been a Batman villain once. Superman, unmasked, finds himself in the middle of a site with sunken shoulders, or more accurately sunken ceilings, but in no further danger of suddenly collapsing. There is much to do, but none of it is life or death. Troll looks up at Sally and Amora, unaware of Clark in another room, and picks her teeth. She apparently is amused by all of this.
Sally Pride	Holy crap is that THE Superman? Must of arrived after she was already on her way down into the bowels of the Raft because how else do you miss a big league hero like that showing up?! There's a few seconds delay in trying to think of what to say, long enough for the lights and power to come back on. Which means the inmates are now power restricted again, right? Sally, as if to test that, grabs Tattoo Lady and shoves her into one of the cells. "Plenty of unconcious bodies to put back where they belong," she finally answers. Not going to question why he only appeared now. He was probably doing something else very important to save the structure elsewhere in the complex. Then rubs the side of her face where she got slugged initially again. "I've been worse." Going to be bruised and sore in the morning though. "This whole thing could of been much worse."
Amora the Enchantress	"Good call." Amora comments towards Sally, totally holding her responsible for the glowy-hands having stayed in place. And after a quick inspection of her nails seems none were broken. Great news! At least quite better news than the lights being on again. That was fast. It's so hard to find competent help sometimes... But of course she doesn't know her little team of miscreants may have just come across a bit more than they could handle in the guise of Avengers and other assorted heroes... "Are you done playing prisoner now?" Amora then addresses the Troll. Clearly she knows the little savage, a finely-trimmed brow arching up before she eyes Sally again. She is perhaps trying to figure out if she will be an hindrance or not but then she puts on her best smile. "It does seem as if you have done a good job keeping the area secure. We should make haste and leave this place. With the locks and protections back in place the prisoners won't be much of a problem anymore." She announces. Amora, such a good samaritan coming to help those in need. She cllleaaarrlly was not the one behind all this. A look is given towards Superman when he appears. Well, doesn't that suck! But the charming smile remains. "Superman." she says in acknowledgement.
Clark Kent	"I got him!" Bloodsport crows, pumping his fist at the sleeping, half-frozen Plasmius. Puzzler looks a bit skeptical, which Bloodsport ignores, continuing to speak. "The power's back on. Where's Zero? We've got seconds before people notice us." "Probably doing some cosmic alien thing." Puzzler dismisses, waving a hand. "Do we want to take goopy with us? Luthor or HIVE or someone'd pay for him." "Well, he's here." Bloodsport's already moving, leaving the decision to Puzzler. She shrugs, and scoops Plasmius's sleeping body up in a swarm of puzzle pieces as they rush further down. "Nice work." Superman says to Sally, patting her shoulder. He's lost the other two in a hurry but, hey, how much damage could they do? A lot, Clark admits to himself, but this new factor...something that wasn't Graviton shook this building. Triage again. "I don't think we've met." Superman says to Amora, looking at Troll with a raised eyebrow. "And this young woman seems to be a prisoner. If there's been a mistake, we can work it out with the warden after I finish repairing the roof and do a headcount." Amora's got a more muted version of Troll's...for lack of a better word, glow, Superman notes, but he doesn't want to jump to conclusions as much as his instincts are screaming that there's a problem here. "I'm Superman, by the way. You are?"
Gunna Sijurvald	With guards starting to show up, Amora and Sally are noticed first. Troll, not causing amy trouble (and likely never really has) is largely ignored. Priorities. Still, Superman is not one to ignore and there are salutes thrown his direction. "I see you're all here to save the day," the captain of the guard says, coming in to take over as well as she can. She says this to Sally, Superman, and Amora. Though she's getting reports from upstairs, apparently a large band of people showed up there as well. Teamwork, given that this location is still under very dangerous conditions. "We'll start moving prisoners to safer locations immediately." Below? There is no below, but Bloodsport and Puzzler do find their quarry. They escape if it is appropriate, and as one of the odder things, nothing further bad happens to them. Hey, once in a while the bad guys get to win too! Besides, they earned it. And Troll looks at Amora, who caused all of this ruckus just to give her the opportunity to run away, and continues to pick her teeth. But she does it with a finger known for other gestures, managing to insult and waste everyone's time in the process. Apparently she'll leave when she's ready. Yes, throw your hands in the air. But it looks -great- to a judge, when you choose not to run away from prison during a breakout. She'll be freed soon. But not til after ribs night.
Sally Pride	Things seem to be coming back under order now, so Sally sticks the blaster back in its holster. "Thanks." A nod towards the Man of Steel. "Name's Sally. Sally Pride." She can't see all the weird otherworldly things Supes can, so she just assumes the two are just more weird people with weird abilities. Which isn't wrong in a roundabout way either. The guards arrive after the real danger has passed but just in time to clean up the mess. Well that's less work for her at least. Sorting out who should or shouldn't be here isn't what she was being paid for. "Okay, looks like things are being wrapped up here. I'm heading back upstairs.... This place still kinda creeps me out." Cells still bring back some rough memories, even if she's not the one in them. Even if these are meant for holding things much, much worse.
Amora the Enchantress	The request for a name is of course answered, Amora replying with her usual elegance, "Amora the Enchantress, at your service." she offering a curtsey that would be the envy of even the courts in Asgard, no motion going to waste. The smile is ever-present, even if inside she is none too happy. Grrrr. But with Superman there is an increased difficulty in her being able to drag the little savage who is now giving them the 'finger' out of here. Ah, wasted opportunities... "The warden, of course." Perhaps she can persuade *that* one to release the Troll. A little potion, a little magic..., yes, maybe that. Plans are already being made for Amora never accepts defeat. But after all she has gone through, will she go to an alternative plan so easily? "I saw a pair down that hallway that seemed quite adamant about taking you down, Superman." She informs him, "Old friends of yours? I do hope they are back in custody somehow..." wistful little tone. How dangerous could they be unchecked? It's mostly a distraction that she tosses really because you know what? Screw it. Noone gives her the finger and laughs about it, so one way or another the girl is coming with her! She speaks up one word in Asgardian, a word of power, 'Protect', a gesture as a shimmering wall of protective magic appears... Right between them and Superman and Sally. "Time to go home." She says in Asgardian. Another spell starts. Swift. One to teleport them out of there.
Clark Kent	"Those two? I'll take care of them later." Superman says, and while it seems dismissive there's a bit of insistence a social manipulator like Amora can pick up on. Superman clearly suspects something's up here. And then she goes for it. "Great Scott, magic!" Superman says, and struggles to move through the magical protection field. He strains... The golden field shudders... ...Superman swings a fist, and it slams into the protective bubble. The magical field shakes under the might of the Man of Steel, but Amora has bought her moment to escape! "You let that girl alone!" But it's too late! Superman takes a breath, thinking about the strange language the woman spoke. It sounded a little... "It's nice meeting you, Sally." Superman says, and somehow sounds like he means it despite his obvious frustration. "I'm going to make sure Graviton didn't do any more serious damage to the building. And then I think I need a word with Thor. I'm not about to stand around while some...wizard kidnaps teenaged girls, powers or no."
Gunna Sijurvald	And yes, the Asgardians are gone. The scene is rendered safe, and it ends. Or does it? To be continued.