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Anya Corazon ([personal profile] cazamitad) wrote in [community profile] capitalh2014-03-12 02:37 am

i have no song lyrics for this post. oh well.

Who: The Hunter and You! (The Hunter is Aña. Not that she'll tell you that.)
Where: Some alleyway somewhere in a bad part of town
When: 1 or 2 AM, 3/12
What: Araña's stopping a mugging! Or just stopped a mugging. Your choice. She's on the prowl tonight.
Warnings: Stupid unregistered teen paranoia?

Araña isn't one to fully give up the life of fighting evil. Granted, muggers used to be more what she used to warm up, not her endgame, but when one is in a new town with no team, one shouldn't go looking for secret societies and supervillains right away. Plus, y'know, muggings are a good way to stay in shape, as a crime-fighter.

None of the muggings she stops are very complicated. Drop in, scare the guy, kick his ass a bit, zip-tie him to a lightpost and call the cops from the nearest pay phone before taking off. But of course, there's always the chance that someone else will have the same idea she does...

((Feel free to jump in mid-mugging or run into her in a dark alleyway/on a rooftop somewhere. She's on patrol tonight, so she'll be a little bit of all over. :3 ))
withoutaworld: (taken out of context I must seem strange)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-12 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
Rikki's sleep schedule is still all screwed up from the flight here. She's at least making her classes, since she had the forethought to arrange them all so they fall in the afternoon, but sleep at night? That's crazy. Superheroes don't sleep at night.

Restless and cranky, she's decided to go for a run, trying learn how to run on the rooftops here in this strange land where things don't rise higher than a few stories and just stretching her legs. The air in her lungs isn't quite the same - not as much bus exhaust, more smog - but the light-polluted sky is almost the same, and if she doesn't think too hard about how strange the skyline is, it's almost like home.

And, just like home, when she hears a scream, she veers toward it immediately, without pausing to think that she has rules now, she shouldn't be getting into trouble without a teammate... There's someone in trouble, and she's been doing this for what feels like her entire life. Of course she dives in without a second thought.
withoutaworld: (I'd play the good guy in every scene)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-13 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
When someone's fleeing the scene, there's not a lot of time to sit back and really consider your options. The scream sounded human, the thing running away does not look human at all... so Rikki launches herself off the roof and drops onto it feet first.

The impact knocks them both to the ground, but Rikki was expecting it, rolls with it and comes easily to her feet facing the creature. Her shield flares to life on her arm, a solid blue glow lighting her face in the darkness.

"Not so fast, buddy! Or... lady... Or whatever you want to call yourself."
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[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-13 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Rikki frowns a little, behind her goggles and over her shield. So Cap rubbed off on her. So she sounds like him sometimes. She doesn't see anything wrong with that.

"How about, stay put or I'm going to knock you down again? Does that work for you?"
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[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-13 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Rikki stares at her for a moment, glancing back to the guy tied to the pole, and the... phone the creature... person... thing just indicated.

"You were running away..." she points out, a little defensively. "Wait, did you just call me 'girl scout'?"
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[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-13 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Rikki lowers her shield a little, eyes still narrowed. This is one of the good guys. One of the unregistered good guys, which she's never really understood, but still...

"You're that girl from the Watch, aren't you?"

She'd actually thought it was a guy, at the time, but... the general outline of her body looks female, even with the armor-plated whatever. Her voice sounds vaguely female. She's going to guess girl and hope she's right.
withoutaworld: (taken out of context I must seem strange)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-13 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Rikki's eyebrows shoot up. Wow, that response... sure was something. She's not really sure what to make of it, but she's not attacking her or anything...

"Yeah. I'm Nomad. Hi." She lowers her shield entirely, though she doesn't turn it off. "I heard the shouting and I thought..."

She glances back to the guy tied to the lightpost, frowns. She doesn't actually know this girl. She could be lying, but... Rikki trusts her.

"You don't have to run."
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[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-13 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
What does out here even mean? Where's back home? Rikki figure those questions are better left for later, maybe...

"I, uh... Well, I have to tell the cops something." She tilts her head, almost in echo of what's-her-name's movement. "But like I said... you don't have to run. I know people who can protect you, if you want to... you know... come out or whatever."
withoutaworld: (what if no one's watching?)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-13 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Why?" She steps forward, just a half-step, everything in her posture friendly, non-threatening. "You'd be safer with CONDOR than you would be out here on your own. They could give you a new identity, they could make it so the people you're hiding from wouldn't be able to find you. It'll be okay, I swear."
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[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-13 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
"So you don't go public, you can just..."

Rikki growls softly under her breath as she jumps for the fire escape, and launches after her, catching the ladder and sliding to the ground with it. This is familiar at least, one of the rare buildings in LA that has a fire escape like she's used to. As soon as the ladder hits the ground, she's climbing it, stubborn as ever.

"Who are you afraid of, anyway? Pretty sure we can take them."

It is maybe telling that she refers to CONDOR as we. Rikki doesn't even notice.
withoutaworld: (I have been fighting the good fight)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-13 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
"So what, you just run away?"

Rikki hauls herself off the latter at the landing of the fire escape, acutely aware of how easily Araña could take her down if she wanted as she come up. She doesn't, so that's a good sign.

"You know that's not how a hero acts, right?"
withoutaworld: (taken out of context I must seem strange)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2014-03-15 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Rikki narrows her eyes, but doesn't argue, for the moment. The police sirens are getting closer, and she's not about to run away. In fact...

She leans out from the fire escape, looking down the street at the approaching flashing lights.

"Fine. I need to stay. It's easier to convict if the capturing hero gives a report. If you wanna stick around and help a little... you can tell them you're a Trailblazer and they won't question it. I won't say a word - promise."
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[personal profile] chapterfiveversenine 2014-03-13 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Legion doesn't fly much on patrol - it makes them too visible, and muggers more careful. The gray polymer of their mobile platform blends in much better with the city streets then the night sky in any case.

Thermal indicates six hostiles holding up a store on the far side of the block - far too many to be worth the effort for a single shop. A serial mugging, Legion concludes, and moves to intercede.
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[personal profile] chapterfiveversenine 2014-03-13 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Correction," Legion offers quietly. "Six hostiles present within building. Inquiry: you are an unregistered superhero?"
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[personal profile] chapterfiveversenine 2014-03-13 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"You misunderstand," Legion says. "We are confirming your status as allied. Proposed course of action: we will intercede, disable the hostile in custody of the civilian, and shield them. You will disable the other five; we will provide covering fire."
chapterfiveversenine: (prepare to engage)

[personal profile] chapterfiveversenine 2014-03-13 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Hostile can be disabled from a distance," Legion responds. "We will intercede on your mark."
chapterfiveversenine: (deploy)

[personal profile] chapterfiveversenine 2014-03-22 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Legion moves in, raises their palm, and triggers their field generator. A complex system weights and counterweights the gunman with the hostage, increasing and decreasing the mass of his limbs in such a way that any attempt to move would require the proportional strength of an ant. The man manages to twist his face into an expression of shock before Legion dashes in, lightening their own platform to increase their speed.

They rip the gun away from the man's grip, toss it aside, and heft the man over the counter. A mass-raising field is cast around the hostage with one palm, ensuring that any stray bullets will be weighted to the ground before striking him.

"Gunman disabled, hostage secure," Legion announces. "Remaining hostiles are recommended to surrender with a minimum of violence."
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[personal profile] celestialmutt 2014-03-16 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ammy has not been completely idle during her stay in Los Angeles, and despite being a solar goddess, she's more than capable of working at night. (Technically, she could turn night into day, but she seldom did that without very good reason, and no simple sun-dog was capable of such a feat!)

Mundane criminals are a little beneath her, admittedly, but they seldom need more than a threatening growl to get rid of. Disgusting, really. This one is made of sterner (or possibly stupider) stuff in that he has a gun. Amaterasu will never understand why this country allows such things to be purchased so easily.

This would-be mugger smells strongly of alcohol and desperation; he isn't making the logical decision to let his victim flee and hope that the older man takes 'his' dog with him.
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[personal profile] celestialmutt 2014-03-25 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
The older man yelps, almost as terrified of that voice as much as the mugger in front of him. The mugger swears, reflexively pulling the trigger into the webbing. The bullet scorches through some of the webbing, but enough to stop it. Spider silk is impressive stuff.

Ammy does the most expedient thing: she blows a short, strong gust of wind, a three-second gale enough to make the mugger stagger backwards. (It does no more than ruffle her fur, Araña and the old man similarly untouched.) The gun, fouled up in webbing and yanked the opposite direction, doesn't come with him.

The sun-spirit dashes forward a few steps, putting herself between the gun and the criminal. She doesn't growl; she doesn't have to.