[United] Sleepy Hollow

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Lets be frank in Sleepy Hollow
Date of Scene: 08 November 2017
Location: Sleepy Hollow, New York
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Punisher, Frankenstein, Lara Croft

Punisher has posed:
    Night has fallen in Sleepy Hollow, New York. The town has remained quaint despite being only a little way up the river from the big city. Small churches, graveyards, a big grassy common in the middle of town, and images of the Headless Horseman and pumpkins are everywhere despite being after Halloween. The big crowds have drifted away for another year as the air begins to get colder. Even now, a few lonely snowflakes fall framed in the weak light of the aging street lights.

    Frank Castle is moving along the quiet street towards the famous Covered Bridge that was immortalized by Washington Irving. He knows Boss Bakker has sent men up here. Looking for the fabled Hessian's Head that inspired Irving's tale. Bakker was a Dutchman with dreams of rivaling the Italians and Irish in New York State. According to legend, the Head would grant the owner power although what kind of power was kind of vague.

    Frank pulls his long trenchcoat about him a bit closer as he comes in sight of the bridge. It was well taken care of for the tourists, but even in the moonlight, he could see the marks or history on it. A slight burn there. A horseshoe imprint in a bit of soft wood.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein takes any attempt at desecration or reanimation of corpses very seriously. He has also gotten word of the blashemes attempted...even for a murderer and in this case he is fully prepared to deal with it in a most physical fashion.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara Croft was inside of her jeep, driving toward the town at lawful speeds withher headlights on, she had some classical music playing inside of the covered Jeep's interior. She glanced at her GPS and saw the destination where she was asked to meet with someone, it was a bar just outside of town.

The jeep's headlights bobbed up and down on the street as she drew closer to the bridge and her eyes rose up to look at it. "Classic Americana." She quietly muttered to herself, her vehicle slowing down...

Lara decided she wanted pictures of the bridge for touristy reasons and for study both. Her black jeep pulled off to the side of the road and after a moment the ioterior lights turned off and the young archaeologist stepped out of the vehicle, showed signs of acknowledging the cold... and went to zip her black leather jacket up while closing the Jeep door with her right elbow.

Punisher has posed:
    Frank pauses as the jeep gets closer and moves to the far side of the street. He was hoping for few eyes here as it was after the Halloween season. As he gets close to the edge of the road, voices can be heard coming up from beneath the bridge. They are heavily accented with New York City, but what they are saying is quite clear as of yet. There is the faint sound of a metal hitting stone though followed by a few choice four letter words. Frank's hand slips into his pocket as he tries to get to the left of the bridge and move down the ridge without falling down the steep ridge.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara turns to face the covered bridge now and in the dark... even with some lamp posts around, it is a notorious sight for sure. "Rather creepy." Lara quietly said to herself while fishing her smart phone out of her right jacket hand warmer. She carefully walked toward the bridge and started to line up some photos, snapping a few of them off.

The sound of footsteps softly moving down the ridge is what drew her eyes toward the bank of Frank. It was dark, he was dressed in dark clothing, but she caught just the barest sight of him before he moved further down. She heard the voices too... barely anyway... so she just assumed it was people doing the same thing she was.

Lara looked back to the bridge, the young British woman muttered. "Oh, Ichabod... Why did you have to lose your head." She softly spoke, mostly to herself.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein is hardly the most stealthy of individuals though he can if he has to. As it is, he is trundling through the woods as he sees them at the grave sight. He's about to bellow and roar but hasn't crossed that threshold yet. Instead, he looks around and finds a good oak tree. He isn't the Hulk so he can't use it like a bat as he'd wish, but he can damn well push it onto the bastards....as it is he is trying to figure out a destructive angle that doesnt smash headstones

Punisher has posed:
    In the ravine beneath the Ichabod bridge, there are a few very old looking headstones. They seem to almost blend into the rocky ground with the moss growing over them along with the leaves, trash from above, and the stench of rotting organic matter although in this case, it is probably still mostly foilage. There are four men near the old stones. Three have shovels and the fourth stands off to the side with a cigar in his mouth. The smoke curls around his head and adds to the aroma of the place.

    "This has to be the place. Why eles couldn't the horseman cross this bridge, huh?" asks Cigar.

    "Yeah, well, maybe you should did then. Soil is all damn rock," retorted one of the diggers.

    Castle isn't aware of Lara behind him or the fact that a literary monster is lurking in the trees watching what is going on beneath the bridge. His focus is on Cigar. He slowly pulls his hand out of his jacket, removing a large, heavy gun, and pulling back the hammer softly.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara certainly had no idea that a monster was in a tree either, and she'd like to hope it stayed there and stayed out of her mind SHOULD she have known!

Once she had a few pictures taken she stepped around to the side of the bridge and she thought she could better pick out some of the words being spoken down there... so her curiosity became too much to bare, so she decided to head down there herself. Maybe there was an information kiosk or some kind of part of the bridge she wasn't aware of.

Lara went down the ledge in mostly the same wya that Frank had gone moments before, and in fact she tried to look around to see where he'd gone so she'd know where to go as well.

Punisher has posed:
    In front of Lara, Frank is moving down to one knee and taking aim at Cigar as the smoke intensifies around his large, round head. There is suddenly the call of an owl and what sounds like the beat of hooves in the distance. The Diggers stop what they are doing and look around. The dark just seems almost dark now as if the weak street lights were getting worse all of a sudden.

    "What the hell is that?" asks Digger 1. He looks down at the headstone where his shovel had been. He can't read the name due to age, but the stone has a fresh scar in it from the shovel. The three diggers take a step back as the wind picks up and the branches of the trees on either side of the ravine begin to sway and creak.

Lara Croft has posed:
Once she was down there, Lara realized that there wasn't anything special down here for a tourist to be doing... She looked ahead at Frank where he was and then she could hear the voices of the men up ahead... and she could vaguely make out what they were doing in the dark.

About fifteen feet behind Frank, Lara called out. "Excuse me!" She said with a raised voice. A moment later she said it again with an even louder voice.

Lara's right hand went toward her jacket and she dipped it inside against her hoodie to wrap her fingers around the butt of her handgun... her gut told her that something was wrong here and her gut instincts had always been right before, or most of the time anyway.

Punisher has posed:
    "Holy Jeez! Someone's there!" The three Diggers turn toward the sound of Lara's voice already pulling out guns. They are obviously nervous with the night and the sounds around them. "Lady, don't take another step forward," cries a shaky voice from the Diggers. Cigar, however, is being calm. "Knew it wasn't no ghost. Just some busy body down from Boston or something. Ain't Salem enough for you, lady. Go back and tell 'em in Boston that the Sox suck and always will." Cigar is walking towards the sound of Lara's voice mistaken her British accent for old Boston. "I'm not going to ask again so nicely."

    Frank Castle hates being surprised and suddenly hearing Lara's voice behind him does just that. He drops to the ground into the cold mud and leaves biting back the cursewords. He tries to remain still, trying to pick out Lara's form in the dark from where her voice was while still keeping the Bakker Boys in sight as well.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's left hand came out of her jacket with a high powered LED flashlight and she flicked it on. When she saw their guns she suddenly darted toward a rock ledge outcropping and she slammed her back up against it while leaving the flaslight aimed right at the men to hopefully blinde them.

"Wait!" She shouted. "I am Special Agent Lara Croft with SHIELD. I am not here to arrest, or detain anyone. I am simply investigating a crime." Which was true, the beheading of Ichadod Crane... it was just a very old crime.

"Please! I am not here for a fight!" The british woman shouted, having mostly forgotten about Frank for the time being, she'd seen him go down though but she wasn't sure entirely why.

Punisher has posed:
    "Yeah, fight this!" Shots ring out as the flashlight goes on, but they are wild shots. They aim towards the light, but it is way too powerful in their eyes for them to get any kind of measured shots off towards her. "SHIELD's here! That means we gotta be close," comes Cigar's voice. "Keep digging! It has to be here." There are a few more shots towards the light, trying to knock out the blinding light.

    As the echo of shots die away, the sound that could be laughter or perhaps just the wind moves through the branches. A few leaves are still hanging on are knocked loose and swirl about the ground as if something very fast had just rushed by them.

    Frank takes advantage of the Lara distraction. He puts his own weapon back in his coat and begins to crawl to the side, away from the light, as he tries to outflank the bastards as they deal with Lara.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's flashlight was SHIELD-issued, so its powerful... very powerful and she lodged it into the stonewall a few feet to her right, jamming aagainst the stone and the mud. She reached for her phone and lifted it up for the emergency SHIELD channel. She spoke into it, though her voice wasn't loud enough for any of the others to hear her signaling her position and the need of backup... she knew backup was a ways out still too.

Lara leaned her head back against the rock outcropping, she waited for their gunshots to die down and she could hear them laughing? She steeled herself with a couple long breaths and then stepped out from behind the rock and looked right at where one of the two men was... the light all over them.

Lara raised her gun and lined the shot up for his kneecap, she fired!

Punisher has posed:
    Digger 1 goes down as his kneecap suddenly explodes with a pink mist. He cries out in pain as he falls down. Two and Three try to pinpoint Lara. Stil, that light is just blinding them. Their shots are going wild. Trying to shoot in the direction that One had been facing, thinking that is where she is, but they can't see. Suddenly Two is hit and spun as if hit by something large rushing by. Two crashes to the dirt as the sound of hoofbeats is there, but then is gone. Three screams in terror and is emptying his clip wildly in all directions now.

    Cigar is standing back and out of the way. He isn't firing blindly. He will wait until this lady SHIELD agent decides to step forward and check a body. He will wait for.....suddenly he is gurgling in blood as Frank comes up behind Cigar and cuts his throat with this Marine K Bar. Cigar drops, still quivering, into the mud. Frank takes a step forward only to get hit by the rushing wind. His coat flies open, spinning him around looking like a huge black bird coming to land in the ravine.

Lara Croft has posed:
It all happened so fast... She tagged the one guy in the leg, but the others? She wasn't entirely sure what had happened. Lara had been in plenty of heart racing situations before and she'd actually become a junky for that kind of adrenaline rush... but that wasn't to say she liked hurting people, because at her core, she didn't.

Lara would come to stand in the light after all the attackers had seemingly gone down... She saw the man in black also fall and with her gun still drawn she slowly walked in his direction. The men who were injured but still alive, were making various levels of unpleasant and distracting noises, but Lara was tuning that out.... her focus was on Frank's back, she didn't think he'd been hit by anything... she saw the blood pouring out of Cigar's throat though, which was, unsettling but also nothing exactly new to her. She'd seen a lot of blood in her young life.

Punisher has posed:
    Two is out cold on the ground, but appears to be alive. After Three's weapon and begun clicking empty, he had fallen to his knees almost crying until Lara stepped forward. "Angel of Death...Angel of Death," he keeps muttering as he looks towards the direction that Frank had fallen down with the spin of his jacket.

    Frank curses under his breath at being blindsided like that. His knife had gone flying out of his hand and he is still crouched on the ground, patting around looking for it. He almost senses Lara's behind him. "YOu want to help find that knife or what?" He finally turns his head to look up at Lara. "SHIELD is going for them young these days, huh?" he says before turning back to look at the ground.

    Down the ravine now from where they are, a small flame bursts into life. It seems to be contained in something, but much too far away from either of them to be sure. The light just doesn't carry right to be an open campfire.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's eues scanned over the men on the ground, all of them. She kept her gun trained on them and was breathing fairly evenly while the light from her flashlight was making her breath (and theirs) visibly smokey in its steamy form.

Lara spotted the knife first and she put her boot ontop of it to conceal it from Frank's eyes. "SHIELD chooses based on talent and ability." Was her soft rebutal. "You don't need your knife any longer." The Brit said further to him. "The authorities are on their way, they will have medical aide here for those who need it... and then handcuffs for everyone who just attack an agent with no just cause."

The flame igniting in the distance DID catch Lara's eyes, and she glanced at it, but it could be... anything, really, left over halloween stuff. She had more important things to watch over here.

Punisher has posed:
    Frank rises up to his feet and turns to look at Lara. "Never had much use for SHIELD. Just one more police force hampered by its own rules and red tape." He adjusts his jacket and dusts off the dust before looking over towards One, clutching his knees and not moving. OVer to Two. Out Cold from something. Three, babbling like a crazy man. He finally turns towards the fire light in the distance, eyes narrowing. He looks back finally to Lara. "I won't be here when the authorities arrive, Ma'am. You like that explaining things and all. I just like doing."

    The flame suddenly lurches in the distance as if moving higher, but the source is still unseen.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's eyes were primarily on that of Frank now, watching him as he moved and talked at her. She could tell he was a veteran of some kind, police maybe, marine possibly... he had that look about him, that hard and grizzled far-off stare.

"Look." She told him. "You haven't tried to kill me tonight, so I have no apparent issues with you. I work for an agency that is trying to protect the entire planet, its no small ask, I assure you."

Lara couldn't help but glance in the direction of that fire in the distance as it moved some, but she put her eyes back at Frank. "But I could very much use your assistance in corroborating my story with the local law enforcement."

Punisher has posed:
    "I can take that one," Frank says with a gesture toward the dead Cigar, "and get rid of him so you just have to explain the three living ones. This is the one I wanted any way. He is Bakker's Consigliere. He had been hip deep in drugs and underage prostitution." He moves towards teh body of Cigar and reaches down to grip the man's hair. "As for you, got no beef with you, but you don't want to make me talk to the police. Won't end well."

    The light is getting brighter. From around the corner of the ravine, a shadow comes that could be just rocks falling down the wall or perhaps a huge horse with a rider on top. The flame is there now. It looks as if a fire is trapped inside a grinning pumpkin. The shadow rears back or is that just the trees flapping wildly as the wind picks up again. Creaking wood of branches sounds like a high pitched laugh rolling through the ravine now.

    Frank reaches into his pocket for his weapon. "Okay. I am not liking this."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara would watch him move to the body of Cigar and she'd shake her head. "No, you can't... his blood is on the ground. They'll run tests on all the blood sampled here at the crime scene. They'll know a man is missing." She knew she couldn't leave Frank go... She also knew that she WASN'T a cop, not really anyway. She wasn't even an American citizen for that matter.

Lara was about to say something further when that 'thing' appeared/happened and it made her sweep her gun around and take her boot off of his knife on the ground also. She took a step back.

"What, the hell, is that?" She said into the dark, the fire-thing had come close, very close.

"This is an open crime scene. I am an Agent of SHIELD. You need to cease interfering at once!" She shouted into the darkness.

Punisher has posed:
    The wind simply picks up so that is causing Frank's coat to billow out behind him. Tree branches click off each other or are those horse hooves pawing at the earth. The flame light seems to glow brighter, almost pulsing, from that bend in the ravine. The shadow dances back and forth beneath the flaming gourd, but the shadow is wrong for the light source. If there was something under the pumpkin, it would be casting the shadow down onto the ground rather than just be a darker mass in the night. "Who?" it seems to call out to the pair or is that just an owl. The question seems to carry for too long to simply be the bird of prey. "Whooooooooo?" it becomes a howl in the air. Are there wolves in New York again? That sounded too big to be a coyote.

    Frank moves to stand next to Lara, facing whatever that thing is just out of eye focusing distance. "I say we either shoot now or we need to leave." He doesn't sound like he is happy with those options. His eye catches the glint of his knife as Lara's boot moves. He moves to kneel slowly, scooping it up, even as he doesn't let his gaze fall from that shadow.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara heard the howling/hooting and it was wholely unsettling, but she'd seen plenty of wholely unsettling things already before. She shifted her weight on her feet in the soft grass and gripped her gun with both hands. Her flashlight was still stuck in the wall behind them all and she looked over at Frank.

"We can't leave a crime scene, these men... they're in need of medical assistance." She'd tell him before looking back at the... thing.

"Its not real." She told him. "Its a halloween trick. An illusion. Magic perhaps, a child found a spellbook." She'd worked with Doctor Strange, she knew that magic was real and the ability to fake things like this was 'out there'.

Punisher has posed:
    "It could also just be this place," Frank says even as he takes a step back from the appirition. "I know something about cursed earth. This place....feels wrong. Like the jungle felt wrong. Crime scene or now, we are the intruders here, Agent." Frank moves towards Cigar with his K Bar back in his hand. He grips the hair and with surgical prescision, removes the scalp. He tucks that into a cargo pocket on his leg. Glancing back down the ravine, he bends the head back and finishes the slice. The sharp blade cuts the head off and Frank carries it back towards Lara. He pauses for a second and looks at her without almost a slight chuckle and grin. "Here's to your crime scene." He lobs the head down the ravine towards the half shadow, half horseman.

    The laughter begins again echoing through the trees. Mixing with birds suddenly taking off, rustling the branches. Wings beating. The flame begins to dim. It doesn't move backwards as the shadow seems to stay there. Rearing and settling again, but the light fades, and the ravine is beginning to look like a ravine again.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara held her gun at the ready and she turned to watch Frank as he moved. "You can't be serious." She said in that way that only a British woman from London could say. "You believe that that..." She looked over at the ravine. "Thing. Is the... Headless Horseman?" She was breathing heavily still, her breath visible in the light.

Lara watched him with his knife. "What are you doin--" She turned her head and winced and then looked away as he did the rest, she'd seen gore... but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it.

"Jesus, christ." She uttered now, watching him toss the 'offering' to the spirit. As it faded she just shook her head in continued disbelief.

"Nnnooo." She said in a drawn out way. "I can't accept it. This bridge is a tourist trap. There is a -gift shop- not fifty feet from where we -stand-." She'd now say to Frank.

Punisher has posed:
    "Yeah, and when is that gift shop open, Agent?" Frank asks in response. He pulls a cloth out of the jacket and whipes down the knife before slipping into its holster on his chest. "Something happened here. Probably long before Irving ever wrote that story. It probably has taken the shape of the horsemen over the years because of the tourists, but who knows what really happened here." Frank moves to one knee to run his fingers through the dirt. He looks back up and somehow the head is gone. He had seen it land. He saw nothing come and take it, but it is gone now. "If there is any kind of relic here, you better tell your SHIELD friends to keep an eye on it. I will deal with the mob getting ambitious back in the city."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara silently relented to that point from the man, the gift shop had only daily operating hours. She shut out a huff of an exhale that was intermixed with an exasperated laugh and her gun hand came up to press the back of said hand to her forehead. She paced.

Her eyes would come to look at the digging tools that the men had been using. "The relic." She said. Thats why she'd been called here/sent here... summoned, maybe by one of these men or someone they knew at that bar down the street.

Lara turned back to him, toward Frank. "Go on then." She said to him. "I'll deal with whats here." She didn't exactly know how, but she'd handle it--somehow. She'd killed THREE people in an alleyway two nights before Halloween, and now this. SHIELD wasn't an easy job!

[United] Halloween in the Park

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Halloween in the Park

Date of Scene: 01 November 2017

Location: Central Park, New York City

Synopsis: A costume party in Central Park on an unusually warm October evening.

Cast of Characters: Spider-Man, Wonder Woman, Kaelyn Silverleaf, Psylocke, Frankenstein, Dragonfly, 300, Invisible Woman, Thing, Iron Man

Spider-Man has posed:

It's Halloween, and this year, it happened to fall on a Friday, so most people don't have to worry about work tomorrow. Central Park's famed Pumpkin festival is still out on display, with a towering faux building made of racks, each containing a variety of carved pumpkins with a variety of different spooky faces. There are pumpkins floating on individual miniature rafts in the water. And there are revellers, dressed in all manner of costumes.

A couple of the sponsors of 'Halloween in the Park' have their branding intermingled with the games, events, food, and beverages. There are even a few rides set up, in clearly designated areas. New Yorkers are fiercely protective of Central Park, so it's all been done in such a way as to not detract from the park's natural beauty, or have a lasting effect. In a few days, since these things always start before Halloween and finish long after it, they'll be gone. But for now, it happens to be a pleasantly warm October night.

There are some kids about, taking in the festivities, but mostly its adults, wearing costumes that range from Red Dwarf, to Lord of the Rings, to Super Mario Brothers, and everything in between. Some are incredibly specific, since there are prizes to be awarded for the best costume, though these days they do like to check on them in a tent, since a lot of people, well, they aren't in costume. That's how they are.

Peter Parker is just arriving, wearing his Canon 1D X camera around his neck, with the black and red strap, and a nice 24-70 mm lens. It's a modern design, as he uses that for work. But it's the only thing modern about him. He's wearing a light blue jumper, white collared shirt underneath, burgundy pants, white socks, and brown shoes. He's also put something into his hair to give it a reddish blonde tint, and he's brushed the front up, as he's supposed to be Tintin.

Wonder Woman has posed:

Diana Prince was in attendance to the celebration, but she wasn't there on a publicly official capacity, she was in-costume and was intending to enjoy herself while also staying hopefully incognito. Her costume was fairly simple, black slim jeans and a black turtleneck sweater that clung to her torso and arms with black heeled boots on her feet. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail and she had a simple little black mask on over her eyes, black cat ears atop her head and a matching cat tail afixed to the back of her pants, swishing around behind her as she strolled through the park and watched people enjoying their night.

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:

Soo again, Kae's talked into coming to yet another party.. She'd done hers hours before and al, and now she's at this new party, and well still in that dragon 'costume' of hers... Well half dragon costume. She has silver scale male over the natural hematite colored gray scales of the dragon 'costume'. The half dragon look being an entirely female look, really kind of an anthro at a little bit over 7 feet tall give or take... There's wings, a tail a long supple neck, horns, a long streamlined muzzle, you name it. She sighs and smooths down the scale male and idly fidgets with her cloak, while the girls who again talked her into coming out giggle and poke at Kae, one looks like an elvin mage of sorts, another is dressed up like a rogue, and the third girl resembles a ranger... "See we now have our DND party..." The ranger girl is auburn-headed and has some cool makup over her eyes, as well as a leather jerkin with studs, a cloak, a bow and of course a pair of swords. The rogue girl is actually made up to kind of resemble a hobit, she even has fuzzy feet... She's wearing dark blacks and greys, has a dagger and a short sword, a a cross bow, a few pouches and a visible ring of lockpicks... 

Kae peers at the girls and mutters "YOu really think we can win a costume contest like we are, going as DND characters from one of y'alls table top games?" The girls all in unison nod... "You sooo gotta join us at the school one night!" Kae sighs, exhailing a bit of smoke and a small lick of blue flame now as she exhails, then blinks and her nostrils flare as her ears perk.. "Ok I soo gotta stop doing that..." One of the girls, the elf mage giggles "But it's nifty!!!"

Psylocke has posed:

Standing near 'Tintin' is none other than Sailor Moon. Sort of. The costume is right, including the white top with the sailor collar in blue, the short blue skirt and the red bow in the back with the trailing ribbons down the legs. Red boots cover her feet. Only the blonde locks are missing. Instead, Betsy has used her own violet locks which are pulled up into the traditional long ponytails although, hers being natural, they are quite a bit shorter than the original. She currently is holding a paper cone covered in a fluffy pink cloud of cotton candy. She tears off a piece with her gloved fingers and offers the tidbit to Peter.

Frankenstein has posed:

Frankenstein is enjoying the one time a year that he isn't required to explain away his appearance. He doesnt have holo generators or even make up....every other night he is a monster...tonight, he just has a nice costume and walks in the park enjoying the people

Dragonfly has posed:

    There are benefits to being in charge of a lab without a lot of management oversight. One of those is the ability to slip off early "for research purposes" and head over to Central Park for the shindig in the park. Not properly outfitted for the occasion--Halloween takes her by surprise seemingly every year--Nancy has made do with a full-face Beijing Opera mask that she overpaid grossly for by one of the crafty vendors out and about selling to the myriad of people just like her who forgot.

    Still, it's only money, and now she's ... Chinese Opera Girl? Or something? And dammit, the full-face mask is a pain to eat cotton candy through. This was just not very well thought-out, was it?

    The Tintin-looking guy did his homework. The purple Sailor Moon is decent. The cat lady is a bit ... pedestrian, but hey, Nancy's wearing a mask and nothing else costumey so who is she to judge? Then there's the dragon. That's great work! And the Frankenstein? Wow! That doesn't even look like makeup!

Spider-Man has posed:

Normally, Peter had to come up with complex positions for his photographs, using a timer, or more often, a remote trigger. Today, he got to take photos in person. The lighting wasn't great, and he had a flash in his left pocket, but wasn't using it yet. Mostly, people seemed to hate flash photography, and his diffuser would look silly in this crowd. He'd look 'too professional', if that were such a thing. So he had the camera, and took a few odd photos here and there. In a public place, there was no expectation of privacy. He took a quick snap of a tall brunette dressed up like a black cat, but not the Black Cat, more like a cat woman, as opposed to Catwoman. Oh, his head hurt thinking about how many people seemed to look sort of like people he knew, or had heard about.

When the cotton candy is offered to him, he takes a bite, licking his lips. Cotton candy was hard to eat without fine motor control, and with it being offered to him, he kind of had to aim his mouth, probably getting those fingers a little wet in the process. The minute the pink stuff touched his tongue or lips, it seemed to become sugar again. "Thank you, Sailor Moon."

Sassa (300) has posed:

    For some people, tonight's a night to have fun, to celebrate, and to let go. For Sassa Aesdottir? It's another night full of potential, bad potential. Potential to be used by those that would do harm and she, being the person she is, just can't help herself. For now, she's hovering in mid air, about a thousand feet or so up over the park and clad in a fully black outfit that she hopes will mask her pressence. There's a deep desire here, in her, to just do a quick check of the area and make sure everyone is safe before sneaking in to the party-time goodness below. That can wait though, for now, she's placed herself on guard duty.

Frankenstein has posed:

Frankenstein wanders through the park, ejoying the ostumes and liking what he sees. He grabs a softdrink and pays for it, looking around, feeling for a short time connected to the mass of humanity in the park.

Wonder Woman has posed:

Diana would watch the people rushing by and she'd admire their costumes, offering an uprturn of her red painted lips to thsoe who made eye contact with her and the happy children playing throughout the park.

Diana would pose for the picture taken by Peter and she'd give him a smile as well as the Sailor Moon charaater beside him (Diana had no idea where most of these costumes came from).

She too would end up where Frank was, also buying a drink but she asked for a cup of hot tea. She'd look to Frank and give him a thumbs up. "Very real looking. I like it." She'd say in her Greek accented voice, smiling to him too.

Psylocke has posed:

"You are welcme, Tintin," Betsy says in response to Peter. Taking her own piece of confectionary goodness and popping it in her mouth, Betsy looks around at the other people while taking in costumes. It's about half and half. A lot of people just came for the celebration, not bothering with any form of costume at all. A few have on masks. Then there are those who obviously enjoy their holiday or perhaps they are entering the contest. Every year, the competition gets harder and harder. She motioins to the two that stand out to her--the dragon and its band of merry marauders and the Frankenstein over by the soda stand. "Great work!" she calls out to both, giving them a Sailor wave and a wink before refocusing on her increased sugar intake.

Frankenstein has posed:

Frankenstein would get smashed tonight if he could. Its almost impossible for him to get intoxicated without ever clear. He laughs, "Well its the best make up that money can buy. Your own is great. Name's Frank." Might as well be. he has many names and relaxes accordingly.

Frankenstein has posed:

Frankenstein smiles and gives a thumbs up to Psylock, "Great yourself.

Spider-Man has posed:

Frankenstein's Monster did have a good costume, at least as far as Peter was concerned, it was a great costume, and worthy of a photograph. Taking a snap of the 'Monster,' he then took a moment to look over the photos he had taken so far. That was a real keeper of the cat woman smiling and posing for him. She was very photogenic, and the Frankenstein's Mosnter was good too, though there was a guy making a weird face in the background. He stuck his tongue out, licking his lips as he thought about how best to edit that guy out. Was it worth the effort and a salvageable shot?

With Sailor Moon pointing out the Dragon, Peter's eyes go wide. Yeah, he was off to get a photo. He had to move quickly through the crowd, trying to get into a good position, but he got a quick shot, or actually a few, as it was on burst mode. "Thanks," he said, before turning back to Sailor Moon, who he took a few photos of as well. He always took more than he needed. It was all about getting the atmosphere, sending the best ones to the Bugle, and seeing what, if any, J. Jonah would buy.

Wonder Woman has posed:

Diana would accept her cup of hot tea from the vendor and she'd offer a smile in Frank's direction. "Why thank you." She told him in a kind voice. "I am Diana." She didn't hide her name, she wasn't -that- undercover, the black mask and cat ears were just for fun, just for the special night, it was other people to put the name together with the rest of the woman's visage.

She would sip her tea and step away from the vendor to watch the party goers and the activities of the evening, her black tail swaying around behind her as she'd moved about.

Sassa (300) has posed:

    Sassa maintains her vigil for a few more moments before letting out a sigh, and blurting out softly to herself, "Well, not like anyone knows me anyway. Might as well go down there and attempt to have fun." She adds just a few more moments of hesitation before gently decending that thousand feet to the ground, and hopefully doing so in a manner no one notices. With that done, she's just like any other six foot tall red head, cough. Welp, time to blend in with the blacked out turtleneck with long sleeves, black slacks and black leather heeled boots.

Frankenstein has posed:

Frankenstein thumbs up Spiderman and poses. He's slowly moving towards his non human end of the spectrum but can still speak albiet slowly. It's all in costume. He smiles at Diana, though he doesn't read news papers that often, he cant help but wonder given the voice which hasbeen heard on television. He isn't rude though. "Pleased to meet you Diana. Lovely costume."

Invisible Woman has posed:

    Boing boing boing boing! A short blonde girl skips her way into the party. Dressed like the Invisible girl, she seems to be taking a haphazard line through to party in the park. Mostly to see what all there is. She's followed by a blonde woman that is dressed like She-Hulk from the fantastic Four, but she's nowhere near as tall, or as defined as She-hulk.

Dragonfly has posed:

    Nancy watches Tintin taking photos, eyes narrowing somewhat. "Hey, aren't you that guy that the Daily Bugle grossly undervalues?" she asks Peter impetuously. "I mean, I've seen your work in the Bugle lots of times. You've got a great eye for action. No matter what you're being paid, it's too little."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:

Kae blinks as she's getting photographed? Kae poes with her wings half unfurled for affect, letting smoke drift out her nostrils while she looks into the camera. After the shot's taken, Kae grins a bit at Peter and offers a nod, kind of a dart of that long tapered muzzle of hers, but it's still a nod... With a lash of her long tail she begins meandering around the place, the woman in the rvery very realistic dragn 'suit' now happily mingling with everyone as she wanders around.

Psylocke has posed:

As Peter dashed off to take more pictures, Sailor Moon found a hay bale to settle down on to munch her cotton candy and people watch. Tentatively she let down her mental shields for a moment, just letting the happiness of the people around leak through. For a moment, no negative emotions as people enjoyed the celebration. She quickly brings her shields back up though since her intention isn't to snoop. She smiles as someone goes by with a little girl who points at her costume and tugs on her mother's arm. Betsy gives a little wave in her direction before the pair disappear in the crowd heading toward the rides.

Frankenstein has posed:

Frankenstein lets lots of people photograph him and with him. He even signs a few things (not people) and is amused that they dont understand he is the real thing. He even plays up the non human walking but not too much. He doesn't want to actually scare anyone after all.

Thing has posed:

You would think that technically being both in costume, and a monster, 365 days a year would mean that on /one/ day Benjamin J Grimm, idol of Millions, could.. you know.. just be himself. He could dress up in his hawaiian shorts and shirt and shorts. He doesn't need to dress up, damnit!

But alas, he has Godchildren.. with their own sense of how hallowe'en should be. ANd it just wouldn't do for 'Unca Ben' to NOT dress up. Because of course it wouldn't.

Susan walked in to the festical rocking it as a very passable, if short, She-Hulk and accompanied by Valeria as, you guessed it, The Invisible Woman. franklin is Rushing after them dressed as his hero Spider-Man, of course, calling behind him "C'mon Unca Ben!"

Entering into the festival, Ben sighs and grumbles as he lumbers in. "This is so humiliatin'..." he whines as he pulls at the belt strapped around his green waist. Yes, Green. At first one could mistake him for The Hulk.. maybe.. But even Ben wouldn't EVER agree to that so he got suckered into the next bestthing. Painted green. With a red bandana with eyeholes wrapped around his head.. and a big paper mache turtle shell on his back and nunchucks made of foam on his big belt. "Darnit, Frankie! Who am I s'posed ta be again?" he gripes as he catches up.

Wonder Woman has posed:

Diana would regard Sassa when they drew close to one another and she'd offer a smile to her as well. "You look fantastic." She'd say to the tall redhead who was almost equal to her in height. "Like one of my sister's in fact." She'd add before sipping from her cup of hot tea and putting her eyes back on the crowds.

Spider-Man has posed:

Peter had no trouble recognising the Invisible Woman, even if she were dressed as She-Hulk, and Valeria Richards, who was dressed as the Invisible Girl. He had met them many times as Spider-Man, though he hadn't met them as Peter Parker, so when he approached for a photo, he was conscious to clear his throat, ready to try and throw on a different accent in case they might recognise him by his accent. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to speak. But he took a photo. They were so cute together.

Frankenstein has posed:

Frankenstein simply watches, enjoying what he sees, enjoying that no one is coming after him with torches or pitch forks.

Sassa (300) has posed:

    Oh my god, is that, no..can't be.. Sassa shakes her head back and forth a few times, because the person who just complimented her looks an awful lot like Wonder Woman in costume, naw... "Thank you!" She smiles warmly in reply to Diana, pausing just a moment to give her a quizical look in response, "Your sisters?"

Invisible Woman has posed:

    "YOU CAN'T TAKE MY PICTURE! I'M INVISIBLE!" Is Valeria's response to Peter wanting a picture of her and Sue. Sue only giggles and shakes her head. "Valeria....he wants to take a picture of you in your costume. It means you're in a good costume and people want to remember it." Then Valeria perks up. "Well...if you insist, I can become visible again." Sue rolls her eyes and smirks. She then turns and sees Ben and Franklin. "Them too?"

Psylocke has posed:

As the quartet arrive, Betsy has to hide a giggle behind her hand. The two adults look great and they obviously are catering to the whims of the kids. Well, maybe not obviously. Perhaps Ben Grimm likes turtles. A Lot. The mini Invisible Woman and Spider-Man steal the show for her. Particulary, the Spidey. She flicks a gaze to Peter as he works on getting his pictures, hoping he finds it as endearing as she does.

Frankenstein has posed:

Frankenstein yawns and stretches. Undead though he may be, he still needs to sleep from time to time. He relaxes (for once) and simply enjoys the ambiance.

Thing has posed:

"You're a NINJA Turtle, Unca Ben!" Spider-Franklin calls out, "You know, like that new Lady kept talkin about.. They live under the city and fight OTHEr ninjas and.. OOOH YESYESYES, Pictures!!" Yes, Franklins attention span is measured in milliseconds as he zooms towards his mom and sister so he can get his picture taken, leaving Ben by himself for now. "You're ALWAYS visible, Val! don't be a pumkinhead! Oh Oh, Look at me. I'm SPIDER-MAN! He's WAY better than Invisible Woman..." he stops, frowns.. "Sorry Mom.."

Watching The kid, especially Franklin, Ben shakes his head. "Pfffft.. Ninja Turtles.. No such thing.." he scoffs as he pulls a cigar from his belt pouch and placing it between his teeth. "Totally unrealistic, if ya ask me. Reporter prob'bly sniffed too much sewer gas.." he pats himself down for a lighter then catches sight of the photographer looking /his/ way. A photographer he KNOWS works for the Daily Bugle "Oh no... No no no... No you don't.. Keep that camera away frum me!" he says, slowly stepping back and looking paniced.

Spider-Man has posed:

"Who said that?" Peter said in his accented voice. He was pretending to be English, to cover up his native Queens accent. "I can't see, but I can hear. Where, where are you?" He's pretending not to be able to see Valeria, but when she becomes visible, he'll take another photo. He also makes a point of trying to take another photo of the background, once she's moved, so that with some photographic trickery, he might be able to make her look half visible. He'd even send copies to the FF. It wasn't hard to find that out. They were in the phone book... and yes, they still make phone books for some reason.

Afterwards, he'll take some photos of Ben and Franklin, then of the entire group. He wondered where Johnny and Reed were. Knowing Johnny, probably still sleeping. He'd only wake up for the after party, and Reed was probably monitoring something at Four Freedoms Plaza. As he checked over his photos, he turned a button on a black trigger of some kind. Did he set up another camera somewhere else? Ah, Spider-Man, so fond of his habits.

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:

Kae hears the little girl, long pointed ears perking straight up and brushing against those backward swept horns she has.. She smirks a bit and begins heading in that direction, the 'woman' using her suits built in suped up senses to slowly wind her way toward them.. Then she pauses as she sees Ben Grimmm.. She blinks, starring, solid blue crystaline eyes glowing a bit as she studies them, then she grins a bit... Well it's cool seeing the Fantastic 4 out and about being well normal folks and having fun with their kids on All Hallows Eve... 

Kae smiles just a bit and moves on, long tail lashing behind her as she stretches her back, the 7+ foot tall dragon woman kind of hard to miss at this point, and now she's passing close to Diana and folks, still wandering on.

Wonder Woman has posed:

Diana would show a smile at Sassa again after sipping from her beverage and then she'd offer her her right hand. "Yes, they are tall, as you are." She'd say to the woman. "Diana." She'd offer her name. "Are you enjoying your night here? A good Halloween thus far?" She'd ask before watching the children nearby playing which made her heart melt just a little, it was all she could do not to just fawn over them like a silly crazy person.

Psylocke has posed:

Betsy is starting to lean back her weight on her hand, nibbling the cotton candy drictly from the paper cone it's wrapped around when she suddenly develops fumble fingers and almost drops the entire thing. It falls and she reaches up the other hand, sending it flying back into the air where she manages to snag it with her right. In the middle of the pink sugariness. She frowns as she gets up, walking a bit stiffly to the nearby trash can and depositing the entire mess there before heading to a nearby water fountain to wash off her hand. She passes Tintin on the way and gives him a light punch on the arm in passing. With her non-sticky hand at least.

Sassa (300) has posed:

    Sassa would smile warmly and offer her own right hand in response, "Sassa." She blinks a few times at the comment about being tall, and then, Oh My Gods it is her. Come on Sassa, snap out of it, you're over eleven hundred years old, don't fawn over someone like a schoolgirl.

    Cough.

    "Diana?" she replies in a sort of question slash comment manner, "Pleasure to meet you!" she adds as she to, also can't help but melt at the onslaught of cute.

Spider-Man has posed:

When Peter gets the love tap, it distracts him from a photo he was trying to line up. More of a crowd shot, but he looks to Sailor Moon, and scratches his head at the gesture. He was a bit disturbed that she wasn't setting off his spider sense. He had learned to rely on that way too much.

Invisible Woman has posed:

    Sue smiles for Peter and even poses for the camera a couple of times for him, and Valeria announces she's visible so Peter can take pictures of her. Afterwards, Sue and Valeria sort of meanders around the party....

Thing has posed:

Deep inside, Ben Sobs. His reputation will be ruined! He just knows it. he'll end up on the first page.. well.. lets say 13th page.. Dressed up as some loony conspiracy reporters delusion! If the guys on Yancy street see this he'll be the laughing stock of, well, Yancy Street!

Click.

DAMNIT PARKER!

Ben hangs his head, probably in shame. and walks over to Sue and the kids, sighing deeply. "Whut a revoltin' development..." he mutters.

Invisible Woman has posed:

Susan Storm-Richards says, "It's just one day a year, Ben. PLus we made sure the paint washes off easily. I'm not as convincing as Jen is....but you're supposed to dress up as your hero." She then smiles. "Now come on. have a bit of fun, at least for my sake.""

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:

Kae hears the comment from Ben and turns on one of those Digitigrade feet of hers, claws clicking briefly on a rock a sshe turns back toward Ben and tilts her head... "Isn't so bad, trust me." she says, giving a toothy grin. Kae then says cheerfully "She's right..." she says now pointing at Susan... "100% right..."

Wonder Woman has posed:

Diana would look back to Sassa and give her another big smile, if she'd been recognized or not she wasn't terribly mindful of it. "It is getting cold though, this might be the last enjoyable night out in Central Park until spring." Not that the cold REALLY bothered Diana, but she didn't care for it all same after the long span of time of living in a rather warm climate.

"You should try one of the teas, Sassa." She'd say to the other tall woman who'd potentially ID'd her.

Thing has posed:

Ben Grimm scowls a bit, still clenching the unlit cigar with his teeth, and glares at Sue. "When /I/ wuz a kid ya dressed up in sheet with the eyes cut out. Or tried ta be scary.. Hallowe'en iznt 'bout heroes. It's about gettin tha bejeeezus scared outta ya." he says, then watches as Sue and val wander off, and Keeps an eye on Franklin as he explores nearby booths. 

He turns to the.. Dragon lady(?) and frowns. "And yer 'ero is a /Dragon/? Didn't Game uv Thrones end, like, a decade ago er somethin?" he asks. Or are ya sum sorta furry?" he asks.

Psylocke has posed:

Apparently, Betsy meant no harm to Peter since his senses didn't go off. And he's conscious instead of out cold on the ground. She washes her gloves off then finds a nearby vendor so she can get some napkins to dry them. As she stands there, she shifts position a couple of times. A glance is given to her boots. Must've gotten something in one of them. She shifts her right foot around a bit then walks back the way she had come from, giving Peter a look on the way by but pausing as she hears Ben. A gentle hand touches his arm and she gives a bright smile. "You look amazing and you are great for doing it for them." She nods toward the kids then continues her path, pausing to look way way way up at that dragon. "That is amazing. If you don't win the contest, there's something wrong." Then she returns to her haybale to settle back down.

Sassa (300) has posed:

    Sassa had indeed recognized her, but she wasn't going to make a big deal of it, yet. That being that, she'd toss a response out about the cold, nodding first. "Aye, it is. Though, I was born and raised in a rather cold climate and this really isn't much to me.." she adds, and by now, with enough speech, anyone listening could hear the accent that was, Swedish? Yeah, Swedish, that's it.

    Showcasing that the cold didn't bother her by not shivering, Sassa would also add in another reply, "Tea? Oh, well, I love tea. So, suppose I just might have to do that. Are you offering to join me?"

Spider-Man has posed:

Peter smiles, and would love to talk with Ben and Franklin, but he's worried they'll recognise his voice, even with the fake accent, or someone he knows might ask about the fake accent. All around, it was a bad idea, so instead, he heads on over to the hay bale, taking a seat next to Sailor Moon, then leans back on it, posing for a camera somewhere off in the distance, and flicks a switch on a remote trigger. Afterwards, he asks, "hey, what happened to the cotton candy? Finish it off without me?"

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:

Kae looks at Ben curiously and shrugs, those wings rising and falling with that gesture, her tail-tip flicks too.. "Meh, I came with a group, they wanted to go in as DND heroes, so here I am a half-dragon Cleric of Mystarra... At least that's what they said..." Kae adds and grins toothily again, then her head swivels toward Psylocke and shrugs... "My house-mates idea..." She says and shrugs "I'm kinda good at making these things I guess?" Kae saysl, those gem-like blue eyes still glowing a bit as she studies Betsy curiously. She then offers a hand to first Ben, and then to Psy "Name's Kaelyn, Kaelyn Silverleaf."

Iron Man has posed:

From the sky there's the sight of a streak of light, and then over near the entrance to the park there's a solid *ka-thunk* as the metal lands on the park's soft soil but let's face it, the thing is heavy even despite the technological improvements he's made since he first started designing them. Hopping out of the suit as it opens up and just sort of 'balances' there (ok so a little break like a kick-stand kicks out the back - it's the Iron Man version of a bicycle) and Tony exits. "Here, don't lose this..." he says, tossing his keys to a carnival staffer and you can see the kid's eyes light up before Tony laughs. "Don't be ridiculous. It's not for the suit. Like I'd just hand out the keys to an Iron Man suit...." and then he checks his pocket and takes out the other set of keys...."Alright, give me that back," he says, quickly shoving both keys back into his pants before someone notices he almost gave away an Iron Man suit the way Elvis used to give away Cadillacs and Oldsmobiles. But it's halloween, and a festival, and Lord Tony Stark of House Stark has decided to join it! https://static1.squarespace.com/static/51b3dc8ee4b051b96ceb10de/t/5330df14e4b0bf4ae469e261/1395711765749/tony-stark-of-winterfell-game-of-thrones-and-iron-man-fan-art?format=750w

Wonder Woman has posed:

Diana would regard Sassa again, looking at the other from behind her black cat mask (she was in all black with cat ears ontop of her head too). "I am from a much... warmer climate than this." She'd say back to the woman. "You are of... the Kingdom of Sweden, I presume?" And she'd smile at her as well.

Diana was about to say more to Sassa when Stark made his grand entrance and her red lips turned into that of a smirk. "Oh look, Granny Panties has arrived." She muttered, lifting her cup up for another sip of her still-warm-tea.

Thing has posed:

Distracted a moment by the touch on his (currenly painted green) rocky arm, Ben looks down at.. Sailor Moon? Then where she points, that being Franklin and Valeria, and then the big stony 'Ninja Turtle' daws. "Thanks." he murmurs, then looks at Kae and raises a red-masked brow. "DND.. ya mean, like, Dungeons and Dragons?" he asks, skeptically. "Do kids even know whut DnD /is/ anymore? I thought it wuz all, like, World of Warcraft or whatever.." he huhs and watches as Franklin (dressed as spider-man, of course) is getting himself a HUGE cotton candy.. "Whoa there, Spidey!" he says and is about ta rush over when a familiar suit lands at the Parks entrance and an even more familiar figure (even in costrume) step out ad into the festival.

"Because of course he would hafta make an entrance... Show off..." he grumbles.

Psylocke has posed:

"Yes, yes, I did. Every bite and I am not the least bit sorry because this is a night of evil doing and I was being evil," Betsy says to Peter. It would be so much more effective if she wasn't half laughing. "You could go buy us some more. I'll take the remote camera button though. Don't want you snapping pictures of me candidly when I'm not looking." 

That's the moment when the streak of light fills the sky only to turn into a suit of armor in the famliiar red and gold. As Iron Man steps out, she can't help but giggle. "Subtle."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:

Kae glances over to Tony now and looks back at Ben... "If I'd have done that like this I think I woulda started some kinda riot, that or gotten beaten down by every superhero in the crowd." She says with a wry smirk. She then glances back to Ben and shrugs at the Dungeons and Dragons mention "Yup, Dungeons and Dragons, My housemates wanted me to be the dragon since I built this arcane combat construct..." she says, motioning to her self. "So here I am, in a draconic 'suit' of sorts having fun on halloween." She adds, then Wendy, the 'elf' mage and yes the ears look very very real skips by and thrusts a funnel cake in Kae's talloned hands. Kae glances down and shrugs. Meh... 

THe next crazy thing, the woman in the 'dragon suit' begins eating the funnel cake as if it were only natural. There's no access port for it, and well yes there's a long pointy tongue and everything. Really looking at it closely, the only thing that seems out of place is the internally faceted smooth blue sapphier-like eyes, and the rune patterned scales that show up here and there, along her neck, arms, etc.

Sassa (300) has posed:

    Sassa can't help but tilt her head towards the light and the ku-thud, yeah, ok, someone else she practically idolizes just decided to show up and she's WAY to old for him and he's taken anyway, sigh.

    Right, tea, think Sasy, you're about to grab tea with Diana Prince, focus.

    "Much warmer climate?" she asks, feigning ignorance to who this other woman really is. "Oh, yes, you could say that.." she adds, choosing not to mention anything else. "Granny Panties?" she asks, looking back towards Tony and then back to Diana.

Spider-Man has posed:

Tintin Peter listens to Sailor Betsy, and he decides to take another snap with the remote camera, "just one more, I promise" before handing the trigger to Betsy, "there you go." And then he slaps his knees, before getting up to go get her some more. "I'll be back," he says, doing his best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, which is very ill fitting with his current costume. On his way to the queue, he gets a shot of the oh so subtle Tony Stark. A few moments later, he'll return with cotton candy in one hand, and a soft drink in the other. The haybale was surprisingly comfortable, either that, or Peter just had crappy furniture at home.

Wonder Woman has posed:

Diana would look over at Sassa again and she'd give her a little smirk on her red lips. "It is a long story." She'd tell the other. "His Lordship there is just a very... amusing conversation. As I am sure that you might imagine, based on his arrival." She'd let the smirk fade into a light smile. "But yes, I'm from a tropical climate, so the cold... even all these years later since leaving it... is still rather unpleasant."

Iron Man has posed:

Making his way over to the ticket booth and buying some tickets, Tony may or may not hand over a few extra bills and tell him to hand out like 10 or 20 tickets to people who get in line until what he hands over runs out. He tries to do that bit discretely though, and he only does it at the one ticket booth. So some kids will get fortunate and as he takes his unecessary amoutn of ride and prize tickets and wraps thema round his neck like a scarf, he turns to stroll the festival. "The King in the North," he chants to no one in particular and of course likely gets looks but then again, he's Tony Stark. What do you expect? The green painted Grimm gets his attention first though. It's not like one of the smartest men on the planet doesn't recognize...the friend of another of the smartest men ont he planet. "If you're looking for a job replacing Banner I'm totally game to listen," he teases, spying his dragon friend as well and giving her...and her funnel cake...the eye. Then he grins to Diana as well, knowing her probably the best as he's fortunate to stumble into the group not too long after arriving. "Here kitty kitty...." he teases...handing a couple of tickets to a child who comes over and pulls on the end of the fur cloak.

Thing has posed:

Ben Grimm shakes his head. Arcane Combat Combat... ooookay. What is the world coming to these days. "Yeah yeah, well thats whut hallowe'en is fer, right? Dressing up and having fun.." he looks down at his own costume he ddn't have any choice in, then at Spider-Franklin as he is getting tangled in the huge cotton candy construct as if it were webbing. "oh fer tha luv a.... SOrry.. scuze me.." he says as he quickly lumbers off, pushing through people. "C'mon, Franky! YEr mom will KILL me if ya get that in yer hair." he says, then stops as he passes Tony and frowns at the billionaire. "I'm /not/ dressed as banner, darnit! I'm a Sewer-gas Hallucinated Ninja Turtle or whutever... You watch tha news, donthcya, Stark. or do ya pay sumone ta watch all yer TV fer ya?"

Psylocke has posed:

As Peter passes over the button, Betsy pushes it to take her own picture as she watches him go. Then the button disappears somewhere inside that Sailor Moon costume, lost for the rest of the evening unless he gets handsy. In which case she will get handsy back and possibly feetsy and hurt him right there in front of everyone. What would the kiddies say if Sailor Moon beat up Tintin? It would be horrible and they would need hterapy for years to come. As he settles, she leans over to take a quick sip of the soda then gives him a serene smile as she just settles in to people watch some more.

Sassa (300) has posed:

    "Long story, right, got it..." cough. Sassa turns to grab some of that warm tea, pays for it, and turns back shortly after. "Who doesn't know about Tony Stark?" she asks of Diana, "I was just curious about the comment you made, not to mention the comment you just made about it being an amusing conversation." She turns aside a little and watches Tony, and then, there's the whole /holy crap, how cold I not notice Ben over there all painted up/. She blinks a few times and decides not to push anything for now.

    "So, where are you from then?" she asks of Diana, deflecting the topic of convesation back at her.

Wonder Woman has posed:

Diana would watch the big green Ben make his way off with the kiddo and she'd smile quite happily about that before her eyes would look to Stark when he did his 'here kitty kitty' comment. She just showed him a smile and raised her left hand to give him a little fingertip wave motion, where she'd then place them against her red lips and blow him a kiss... just to tease him back some.

Diana would turn then toward Sassa and speak softly to her. "A liiiittle place called Themyscira." She'd say softly to the tall redhead. "I will have to tell you about it sometime, should we meet again. If you will excuse me though, I have to meet a friend at the History Museum. They are doing a large even there tonight as well." Diana would offer another hand shake to Sassa then.

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:

Kae grins a bit at Tony and glances down at her self, then laughs lightly, watching Ben deal with their charge, then the comment... "Yah, so figured the 'suit' would be kinda fun to bring out.. Still dunno about using it for its original intended use and all but it's kinda fun to be this way and at a costume party.. Besides, it's a 'costume' after all right?" she says by way of explanation at Tony... 

Kae then glances to Ben curiously "Sewer gas induced halucination?" she asks curiously... "Maybe I need to go check out sewers more often." she mutters, then shrugs slowly and is soon done with her funnel cake... "So ya know, the different senses, and eating food like this is quite an interesting experience.." She mutters, then Tina, one of the girls she came with slips up behind her and tugs on the dragon-lady's tail.. "Geeeek." she says and Kae sticks out her longe pointy tongue, the petulant look of the dragon-lady kind of comical in appearance.

Iron Man has posed:

Grinning to Ben, Tony can't help but smile just a little. "What? I'm supposed to be the news -and- watch the news? I'm only one man....aww who am I kidding. But no, I actually pay people to pay people to watch tv for me. That first direct level of supervision...whew....way too much responsibility." He is in far too playful spirits though but the hand wave from Diana pulls him out of 'Tony-ness' for a moment and he inclines his head. She's far too worthy of respect to get ALL the Tony-ness at one time. But it isn't long again before he's back in character. Which includes pushing the head of the Iron Man pommel he has and the first 25 seconds of this plays. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7L2PVdrb_8 It's not super loud....just...loud enough to be heard by those around him. Winking though at Kae, he says simply, "You had me at funnel cake, kid." Yes....Tony Stark is in supreme spirits tonight.

Sassa (300) has posed:

    Sassa watches Diana tease Tony and then, she says it and Sassa just grins. "Oh, well, I'd love to hear about it sometime..." she adds, a smile forming on her lips. She nods her head slightly to Diana, "Of course. Be well Miss Prince..." she adds as she slowly turns around to watch Tony, be, well, Tony.

Spider-Man has posed:

Of course Peter had a backup trigger. He bought them used, like most of his equipment, and managed to get four, though he only ever takes two, just in case the first one fails. The other two are currently in his photographer bag, okay, photographer bag is a big generous. It's a backpack with cardboard and foam inserts, which were borrowed from other things, in a homemade photographer bag. He triggers another photo of him and Betsy, smiling, "I want to remember this evening. It's not every night we get to take in the Pumpkin Festival, Tony Stark, and the Fantastic Four."

Thing has posed:

Ben Grimm bahs at Tony, shaking his head and grabbing Fanklin by the hand. "C'mon kid.. Lets get outta here before his bad influence rubs off on ya.." he says as he leads a cotton candy tangled Spider-Franlin Through the crowd. "But.. But.. He brought the armor, Unca ben! And why is he dressed like someone from Game of Thrones? No one watches THAt anymore..."

Psylocke has posed:

There is a little squeak of protest from Betsy as Peter pushes the before-this-moment hidden button. "Will you stop that, already?" she says but there is no bite to her words. She's gotten used to his need to always take pictures and there are never enough in his mind. She shifts her position on the haybale, trying to get a little more comfortable. While it's not bad, there are moments where a stalk pokes uncomfortably and she shifts to a better spot. The cotton candy is ignored as she glances at the people Peter just mentioned, giving a nod as she smiles. "Yeah, it's pretty amazing really. Times like this make up for the bad ones." At the sound of the Game of Thrones theme music, she can't help laughing. "Although Mr. Stark is showing all of us up bringing his own music too. I should've thought of that."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:

Kae hears that mention, then looks to Psylocke, aka Betsy... she smirks a bit "Ya could allways do one of those little magical girl, Sailor moon type transformational poses and such, I bet you can find the music and blare it on your phone.." Kae suggests. Now the 'Dragon' Lady tilts her head and begins wandering around some, soon enough coming up with a large mug of cider.. She had the mug actually attached to her belt, but in this case she got it filled with plenty of spiced cider.

Iron Man has posed:

Tony Stark is definitley entertained and he waves to Ben and Spider-Franklin before looking to his friendly dragon-girl. "Now where exactly do you get one of those," he asks, pointing to the Funnel Cake and spinning on his heel, the cape he wears swirling around him dramatically. Sassa is smiled at if for no other reason than she was talking with Diana and Tony starts to walk again, past people here and there. The occasional handing out of tickets to random kids as he walks past a line or someone walks past him while he's standing in one will continue. Nothing overt or anything, just his scarf is getting smaller and kids are getting a few extra rides at his expense. Pretty in theme if one considers old nobility handing out coins to the commoners, which it could also easily be taken as. Glass half full or half empty...

"You sir! Ho there, let me have your finest fried bread with chocolate and powdered sugar. Yes yes, and strawberries. Good man...good man." He looks around, clearly pondering some sort of mischief. His gaze has that...look...to it.

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:

Kae passes one of her tickets before Stark has the chance to like pay for his funnel cake... Kae then gets a bit of a smug look on her face, no she doesn't have much money and all, but it does give her much ammusement to actually get the man who litterally has pretty much everything something he didn't have, even if it's just a lowly funnel cake. The dragon-girl then winks to Tony and waves to the others before heading off with the three ladies she arrived with to head to the judges stations to get their group outfits all judged and stuff...

Spider-Man has posed:

"All right, all right," Tintin Peter laughs, and he doesn't take anymore photos with that hidden camera. Must have a really long lens on it. But Peter knew all the tricks. He did it as Spider-Man often enough. Of course, if Betsy had wanted to, she could have just moved somewhere out of the path of his camera. It was in a stationary position, after all. With Mr. Stark's playing his own music, Peter admits, "I've never actually seen Game of Thrones. I didn't have HBO growing up." Yeah, Aunt May couldn't afford it, and Peter wasn't going to illegally download it, even if he knew how to.

"Wow, that's a large mug," he commented to Kae and her cider. Then about Tony, "he really does make the kids happy, doesn't he?" Standing, as it's getting kind of late, he offers his arm, "shall we? I think we might have a little bit of candy left in the bowl from the Trick or Treaters."

Sassa (300) has posed:

    Sassa decides it's time for her to take off, and since Tony made an entrance, she decides to make an exit. She slowly lifts off the ground under no apparent propulsion of her own. No doubt causing several people to look, and stare and gawp at her. She hovers there, about a dozen feet above the ground for a few moments, seeing if someone decides to take a picture or not. She smiles at everyone and then simply, accelerates and shoots skyward at near Mach. A few moments laters, there's a small, /boom/ that signals that someone literally broke the sound barrier.

[United] To Be Frank

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To Be Frank...
Date of Scene: 12 October 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Frankstein visits St. Molly's to talk about belonging, the past and the upsides of mercenary work.
Cast of Characters: Molly Millions, Frankenstein, Phage

Molly Millions has posed:
St. Molly's. Lowtown's always a hive of scum and villainry, and while there's a thousand places to indulge a thousand vices... there's only one St. Molly's. A place where the inhuman doesn't stand out, the alien is as acceptable as the mutant. And the waitstaff doesn't care as long as you have the money and don't try to destroy the place. There's some arm wrestling at a table that's drawing the majority of attention for the moment, people crowded four deep for a confrontation between a four-armed mutant from Genosha and a Badoon.

Molly herself, however, is currently perched on a stool by the bar, pushing noodles around with her chopsticks and nursing a vodka with the look of one that is probably nursing a third day hangover. The ridge of skin around her eyesockets showing where normally her lenses should sit, the golden-green eyes underneath holding more in common with a housecat than a human. The noise level is somewhere below headache inducing, and in as many languages as there are people in the place presently.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein needs a place where he isn't judged for being a monster and this is one of the few he can relax in. He knows a few back ways in and sighs with relief when he gets in. He moves to the barstool and grunts, "Goood..." he is not at his human or inhuman end of the spretrum but hardly erudite.

Molly Millions has posed:
There's not really a 'hi' from Molly at least, just an acknowledging upnod of her head, the flick of her eyes not showing alarm in the slightest at his appearance. The vodka is snagged for a swallow before she offers,"What's your poison tonight?" with the vaguest quirk of her lips. A shout from the table makes her look briefly that way, but there's no table flying, yet, so apparently she feels no need to interfere.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein considers, "Jack..." he croaks. It sooths his throat when he gets like this, makes speech, even slow speech possible. He hate snot being able ot talk. Hates it more than the limp even.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly gives an acknowledging dip of her head, not so much moving from her stool as leaning sideways to snag the Jack and pour him a double, starting to set it on the bar before she lofts a brow,"Unless that was supposed to be your name..?" the fact that the gesture's completed and she moves back to her noodles suggests that she doubts that though,"Looks like that hurt." she offers with a nod his way, attention drifting back to the punters again, checking, monitoring. Making sure it doesn't get too out of hand at least.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein laughs and shakes his head. He sips, "It....does. But the booze....helps." It relaxes the pain in his vocal cords. He sips some more. "Name's....Frank....as good as any."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Amen to that." Molly grunt, raising her glass briefly,"Molly. Frank. Welcome." a swallow and she settles back, straightening a little in her seat,"Heard word in some circles that they're working on a kind of skin. Synthetic. Help people with scars and that sort of thing. Not that it helps right now, but... maybe." she elects to suggest absently, her attention flicking to the door where someone arrives and wordlessly opens a beer and pushes it down the bar with little more than nods and a few dollars exchanged.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein shrugs, "Surgery....hard...for me. Frankenstein...used...chemicals...not...normal. Maybe." He likes to hope but he is even more screwed than a single frankenstin but gettingthat complicated hurts so he relaxes and drinks. He nods to the new comer.

Molly Millions has posed:
"None of us are normal." Molly offers with that vague kind of smile,"Pain sucks. Sometimes there's nothing that can be done for it. Sometimes there is. Not my business either way, but there's a few, 'specially around here... that might find it useful. So... chemical, you say? Meta... what they call it, then? Meta-human?"

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nods and lets his shoulders slip a bit, breathing in. "I can ...imagine." He nods, "Meta humans...many. Met many. Not me. I am ....chopped up, stitched together." He nods to Molly suspecting she knows what he is talking about.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Sounds like my life." Molly offers drily, those eyes flitting over him briefly before she sets aside her noodles,"Y'remind me of an old joe I knew once. Great in his time, but he had some work done in Nighttown and they jacked his nerves... was never right after that. Let me know if there's something I can get you, yeh?" she suggests, the barest hint of compassion coloring her tone where she pushes a hand through her hair and then sharply whistles, calling out in Mandarin,"Put that /down/, you break that you pay." with a glare in the direction of the four-armed man, unblinking glare until she's sure that the chair has had all four legs returned to the floor mostly intact, at least.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "Situation....complicated....not just....animated corpse...implants...alien...wierd." He sips more and relaxes. He looks at the guy and wonders why the hell he is messing with someone who can slice him to ribbons but quite prepared to help."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Yeh, complicated's a word for it." Molly agree's, her eyes still on the man as she watches him decide that he's going to head out for now,"Start getting alien involved in it and it goes to a whole differen level of bizarre. Still. I know a few people here and there." she grunts quietly as finally she drags her eyes back,"All my augs are at least human in origin... still a few... compatibility errors between them sometimes but not... that sort of level at least." still from her pocket she takes a bottle and with consideration offers it out with the rattle of pills,"Not sure how they'll interact with your chemistry. But, might take the edge off?"

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nods, "I've seen stuff no one should..." his voice is smoother now, though still strained, "Future...past...worlds that arent real. I have no idea who I am anymore and that was bad from the start. Happy to try...might not even work?" He relaxes, "Who knows?

Molly Millions has posed:
"I can get you in contact with people." Molly suggests,"Though with that much travelling you've probably seen more than I have. And I know, not my business, but call it a little sympathy for another joe, yeh?" she offers with an upnod, another sharp, warning whistle given to the people mulling about the table with the arm wrestling.

"We can all get into the probably not going to work, but end of the day the only way to know for sure is to ask. Try. You've got to decide what you're willing to risk and what you're hoping for out of it, yeh? You just sound like even talking's a problem... and that's no way for anyone to have to live."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "I've seen....things you wouldn't believe..." he shrugs, "but so many of me are so many people. I don't know who ends and where who begins. Might all be fake. Sympathy is good. Makes you human." He smirks at the whistle. He takes the pill and nods, "listening is appreciated."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Sweetheart... six months ago I'd have asked what you were smoking if you told me people could fly and set things on fire with their mind. What I'd believe has had to adjust a lot in a very short time." Molly points out drily, tossing back what's left of her vodka and reclaiming her noodles with a sigh,"But being made up of different people and alien tech is a little out of my wheelhouse. I'm happy to lend an ear and try to find you some help. Hell, even just lend an ear. This place... ends up collecting all types." she gestures with her chopsticks and a smirk.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein feels the pain in his muscles relax already. He finds talking easier. He smiles, "Yeah. That makes sense." Mixing booze and pain meds might be bad for most, it just helps him relax. He listens and nods. "It's a nice place. I like it. I think even a few parts of me have beenhere before

Molly Millions has posed:
The pills packet is snagged and shoved back into her pocket,"Probably back when it used to be The Den or... can't remember what the previous version was. It's only been my place for a few months so far. But y'welcome here. I don't discriminate. Don't care what someone is or what they look like. I... like it like this, reminds me of home, almost. Even if the people are different."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein says, "handy quality to have in general..." he gently profers his glass for a refill and pays for the last. "You were a bartender in...the future?" He's guessing here by what she has said but isn't sure."

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly snags the bottle and pours a fresh one,"No. Closest term is actually mercenary. Razorgirl. This is just... making ends meet between jobs. 's my place. But sometimes I man the bar when I can't get someone else to keep order." there's that smile again, a wry quirk of her lips,"Where I come from... the rich would carve themselves up to look ugly, because surgery to look beautiful was that plentiful. Half of what's in here... people would just... modify themselves for, so in the end, not that different for me. Only here it comes with a side-order of abilities people would sell their limbs for back home."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein nods and listens, "I've been...many many things. Dictator. Soldier. Experiment. Hero. Monster. Villain. Father. Husband. But never mercinary. Maybe I shoudl take it up some time..." he relaxes. "I am happy to help with that when I am here.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Dictator, huh?" Molly repeats with a smirk,"That's quite a resume. They tried to call me a hero once, but..." there's a bare shrug of her shoulders,"Mercenary work pays good, you pick the right jobs, work for the right people. Got a few fixers that pass through with ideas here and there, can keep an ear out if you're interested. Might be getting some more work... off shore... so to speak, so... yeh. Then there's the pit." she noses in the direction of the fighting ring,"Good fight always brings in some money, too. It's all about what you want to do and what kind of money you need. Home I had a casino for a while... more money, but less... people, than here. In it's own way. And the laws between countries are a little strange here, too."

Phage has posed:
From one of the doors that save a whole lot of travel time Carl enters and says generally, "For some of us there's temping bartender on the fly. That's more for the job satisfaction though than pay." Approaching the bar he's, again, not in a suit. A simple black tee and jeans. The tell tale touches of yellow as the stonewas for the jeans and the stitching of the tee give away who's done his wardrobe for him.

Mach notices the customer Molly's talking to and says, "Hi there. Carl Mach. Part time bit of furniture round the bar. Part time... long story." He takes a seat up by the pair and asks Molly, "Anything for me?" One of those suitably vague phrases. Could be a drink, motion on any work, or, maybe, a warning to avoid a clip round the head. You never know.

Molly Millions has posed:
Frank slips off, and Molly reaches to snag a scotch for Carl, no single or double, but just filled, as only her favorites get,"Heard Fei might be in later. And... well, found out Darkseid might have a seventy million unit bounty on him, intergalatically." she offers casually, pouring herself a scotch too while she's at it before snagging her noodles again,"Your partner's getting better at the threads, I see."

Phage has posed:
"Oh? So you moving up in the world, huh?" Mach mentions at the bounty. Money's money but it spends in different ways. Cash and account are so far apart they might as well be different things but space... Mach guesses it works similar. Intercontinental or intergalactic, there'll be ways to move it wherever she wants it to go.

"Yeah. It is. Turns out Phage picked up a little more of me from the bonding process than I thought. Remember the little present it made for you? A prototype for something bigger. It's been following my recent operations and worked out I'd need some tactical support along the line." Mach's grinning even as he sips his drink. What can he say... as a partner, an operative... he's proud of it.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Well, after it's split it's probably going to be enough to maybe buy a small ship and do some improvements... like to the ring, maybe." Molly shrugs her shoulders,"Not likely to make me rich, mid-term, too much work to do around here, but it might help at least." she wraps her noodles around her chopsticks and falls silent for a chew as she listens.

"It's not stupid, not by a long shot. More you both learn and better you learn to work together, the more dangerous the pair of you will be. I met one of the Guardians of the galaxy the other day, heard about the bounty through him. Might be a market out there for intergalatic visitors. At this rate... might need to start a capsule hotel or something."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein walks out of the mens room and returns to the bar, nodding to Molly and the new comer. He sips his drink again, listening.

Phage has posed:
Mach looks at his drink, swirls his drink and says almost to it... "I found out what was wrong." He taps his head with his finger "The wall I was hitting. A lot has moved, fast, and, well... might need your help. It's playing with some heavy duty clients so... details for another time." He looks up, meeting his eyes to her optics, "Still. You able to play a part when the time comes?"

Lacking the usual half seriousness. But the smile on his face is a clue. He's been doing things and they've been working. But he's past the mistakes of old. So he's calling ahead for support when he'll really need it.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Of course." Molly says without hesitation for Carl, not even asking for particular details before agreeing. Frank's Jack is taken from her side of the bar and set before him again,"Carl, this is Frank, Frank, that's Carl. Sometimes he mans the bar." she offers by way of introduction between the pair of them,"Bits of Frank have been here before it was my place."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein listens to all of this. He nods to Mach and says, slowly raspily. "Pleased to meet you." It's obvious he isnt a talker. "Molly trusting you is a good thing. I've been around. Parts of me anyway." He shrugs but it obviously bothers him. A lot. "She was talking about the potential virtues of mercinar...being a mercinary." Complex words are not good for his thoat.

Phage has posed:
Giving a slight Silent nod at Molly he turns to Frank with a glowing grin and says, "You ever see my... partner around? Don't tell it about that. It'll bore us both about genetic memory and no one needs that." He offers a friendly hand to shake. The 'Bits of Frank' comment doesn't seem to phase Mach but the warning about Phages love of talking, at length, about science is a real problem in the box marked 'don't let it happen to begin with' in Mach's head.

He then adds, "It's a line of work that isn't for everyone but... I can't complain." He flicks a quick glance to Molly, grin still glowing, before continuing, "Sometimes it's more than I deserve. I can be a colossal pain in the ass sometimes. She puts up with that and is one I trust without question. Two things I'm always appreciative of." He takes another drink, "One place though that anyone'll find clean work in this world... it's here."

He turns to Molly and says, "Accomodation? Capsule hotel? Who's got the construction contract?" Random question, yeah, but, money's one of those things that always needs moving around. Every member of the intel community'd tell you. Building buildings... is a dream come true.

Molly Millions has posed:
"I haven't told him about your partner. That's your business." Molly points out absently. Bits of Frank is different because well, there's no real hiding that. She's poured herself a scotch this time and nurses it,"Way I look at it is this. I'd get terminally bored without a little exercise in my life, and most jobs don't pay well enough to keep up on the maintenance. But like Carl said, it's one of those... you can either do it, or it's going to be a short ride."

There's a grunt regarding whether or not Carl deserves trust, but the slight smile offered suggests that she's not going to argue,"It's a thought. Not that there's not plenty of holes for people to crawl in to. I wouldn't want to run it. But if someone had the money and urge... this place and time, you're too obsessed about space... all you really need is enough room to stretch out and somewhere to store your stuff. Anyone that needs more than that ought to invest in their own property. But something that simple... not hard to build or maintain. Stayed in a few over the years. Someone who knows what security minded people are looking for in terms of something not likely to wind up with them catching a bullet through a wall and... yeh. Why not? Somewhere for the drunks to go other than /my booths/." which 'd be why she collects one of the older looking of the bar's limes to lob at a guy with his head down at a table.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein relaxes but isn't sure what they are talking about with the space stuff. He sips the drinkand listens, open minded. "I get all the exercize I ever want all on my own but money....I left money in accounts, but governments took it. When I 'died'....I do that a lot. It gets old. And I don't know about your partner? Molly?"

Phage has posed:
Mach looks carefully at Frank and says, taking extra care to not rush his speaking and have a wrong turn at implication... "My silent partner. It's a long story, but, I'm rarely alone in the field. Regardless if I seem that way or not." Okay... moving swiftly on... "Molly is my... friend. She's also an excellent sparring partner and easily a match for me. Not a bout goes by that I don't learn something. Or get clipped round the head. Or both."

Taking another drink and moving onward he says to Molly, "You've bought property out here before, how hard is it to do?" Yeah he noticed the security minded comment and who was implied in that. "As, well, you know... things change and the places I've been keeping money might need to change with it so... ways and ways."

He then says, "Thing is though, Frank, I've quote unquote died a few times for operational reasons, or to piss off the taxman. Dunno how far back I could try for but there are some ways to try and reclaim that. If you ever want me to try... let me know. Likely it'd be a some but not all thing but there's always a way to try."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Yeh, I don't... keep paper identity's. Not that in Madripoor they care. But see... there's always job opportunities for those who need things discreet. I don't exist as far as the government is concerned, SINless. Safer that way in a lot of ways, though annoying if you need to get rid of a cop."

There's a snort from Molly,"No." she offers, though Carl places more detail on it,"Even if Carl is occasionally full of shit. I'm pretty sure he's hoping if my ego gets big enough I'll be trapped in here." there's a hooded look his way at least briefly.

"Cash flow, everything that I get winds up in this place. It took a lot of bribes to get this place. I know the people to bribe, and what they prefer, but that doesn't mean I feel like bankrupting myself by expanding." finally the drunk stirs and she points two fingers at him and herself,"Drink or get out, Tom. I'm not renting bench space for sleepers."

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein considers this carefully himself and nods, "I might do that." He considers his options and shrugs, "I am looking up old leads for employment but not all of me will find them....acceptable. Having other options...is good. SINless? Is any of us sinless?" He thinks and suspects she means something else.

Phage has posed:
At the look there's a momentary un-award winning clutch of his hand to his chest and feigning being wounded. Emphasis on hamming it up. He then says to Molly, "Never. You'd have to have an ego about yourself to start with. That and you always got support. So, whatever it was, just gotta ask... no fussing." He even raises his hands in a pre-emptive gesture of surrender.

He then adds, "Well, it's tapdancing on quicksand... the bribes make it easier... but I could use something to pour money into to move my rainy day funds out of the states. Also, a place with space to store some hardware couldn't hurt either." He has some more of his drink, finishing it and checks, "I gotta do a quick thing but, later maybe, fill me in on a few details?" Time'll tick on, things'll come and go. It changes. Today's nothing like the world you had yesterday. Aint always a bad thing though. Everyone forgets that... sometimes.

[United] Frankenstein - About a Sandwich

Here.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein is at a sandwich counter looking at hundrds of different offers and scratching his head. He looks slightly baffled and finally points to a wall and grunts. The worker at the counter looks confused.

Juggernaut has posed:
    The very ground seems to shake and rumble just before a massive shadow rolls across the front area of the sandwich shop - engulfing manmade monster and unfortunante worker all at once. Most who turn will see only a vast stomach full of blocky muscles and a huge set of shadow casting wall wide pectorals with the rest of the behemoth needing a camera pull back to take in. Cain Marko is, if anything, the definition of immense and also dismissive as at first he barely pays attention to the fact that a green stitched together golem is holding the line up.. His eyes read the wall at his own pace and then once his mind is made up he starts to notice that things are taking longer then he desires.

"Eh..? What's the hold up??"

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein tries to speak but it comes out as a series of squeaks and grunts. He points to the board and the sandwich worker says, "He has been here for 10 minutes, I can't figure out what he wants."

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Figures." grunts Cain who reaches his arm up and glances at a watch likely using a belt as a strap as opposed to a normal watch strap. "I'm on the clock here greenie, let's go!"

Lacking any response to this he takes a few ground shuddering steps forward and reaches down for Frank's shoulder, "Hey!"

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein grunts and pushes his shoulder back. He turns around and sizes Cain up, having not met the guy before. He says something unintelligable that involves the word Sandwich and Potatoes. It's not really easy to understand. He looks like he's prepared to do something about it though.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain leans in, frowning more deeply. He made no real attempt to grip Frank's shoulder so the shrug dislodges his hand readily enough. As Frank speaks he makes a basic surface level attempt at understanding the guy and then straightens up and looks over the menu. "He's already been here ten minutes? I'm going next then. Just give him a random sandwich and fries when I'm done." He moves to physically pull Frankstein back and slightly out of the way as he starts stepping forward to take cuts.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein seems confused at first by this, thinking Cain understood it but then takes the sandwich gratefully and begins to eat it. But the problem with random is that its RANDOM. The sandwhich guy nodded, clearly stuck between a rock (Frankenstein) and a hard place (Juggernaught) and so he put random stuff on the sandwich.

Frankenstein's tastebuds are not...shall we say ...refined? But as he gets about half way though the sandwich, putting a $10 bill down as he continues to eat it, he suddenly gets the afterburn from the thick layer of banana peppers the sandwich guy laid down in a hurry and downs all of his drink in one gulp.

Juggernaut has posed:
    As far as Cain is concerned, problem solved. And he didn't even have to do anything except demand something be done. Easy. He takes his sandwich and drink and begins taking large bites from it but then pauses and glances over at Frank as he sees trouble brewing from the amount of.. 'heat' on that meal.

"The heck did you give him?" he asks, glancing back at the worker.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein puts the drink under the soda fountain but is so overwhelmed from the heat in his mouth that he accidently punches into it and smashes his hand through it. He tries again and suddenly gets water in the face. Roaring now, quite unhappy, Frankstein picks the thing up and throws it into the street.

The sandwich kid, earning minimum wage just stutters, "r....r....random?" He looks like he is going to make a break for it but barely manages to hold it together but mostly in hopes that Cain and Frankenstein trade blows.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Well now that's a dangerous hope. Cain is inhumanly huge but there's nothing to say he's a superhuman. His civilian identity isn't known after all. With a display like what Frankenstein just did he might be liable to put a hole right through a wall of meat like Cain.

But Cain's lack of fear, unlike the rest of the room which begins panicking and clearing out, is a fair give away. He's not afraid. He's irritated.

"Hey! Knock it off! I wanted a refill! This is my favorite sandwich shop in this part of town!"

He takes a shuddering step forward, muscles swelling gigantically. Chest straining at the image of godzilla emblazoned across his tee shirt. Cyttorak stirs inside of him, eager at the potential for violence and Cain seems disinclined to quell his urges.

"Stop or I'll crush you!" he states emphatically while reaching for Frankenstein with an arm.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein is not a monster no matter what they say and when he is able to quell his thirst putting his mouth on the water and soda that are covering his face and body in soday goo, he isn't in the mood to listen to Cain. He waves a hand dismissively, right now focusing entirely on putting out the banana peppers in his mouth but neither intimidated nor incensed at Cain yet.

Juggernaut has posed:
    That..may not have been a good move. Not that Frankstein could have known but if it's one thing Cain hates...well he hates many things..but he -especially- hates being dismissed and not being taken seriously. It's a sort of cold cruel sort of rage that boils up in him and he suddenly reaches down with his massive palm and attempts to slam it right into Franksteins'upper back with the intention of slamming him straight down to the ground, bearing him earthwards with the full weight of his huge hand and arm behind him. Fingers splayed out like the legs of sme huge tarantual with his huge palm practically covering all of Frank's upper back. The force of strength being used is practically irresitable, if for no other reason then the size and suddeness of it and the very ground will crack with a Frankenstein sized imprint as the brute presses down.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein is jammed right down into the flow of the water. He has a great deal of strength but not anything compared to the Juggernaught and for a moment he is simply given a lot of what he wanted, water. After a while of this, however, his own rage kicks in and he grabs the pipe in the ground and turns the water straight at Cain.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Pay attention next time greenie. Hulk you ain---mmmmmph!" This does cause Cain to rear back and release Frank from the ground. Water soaks his form and he staggers back a few steps, basically soaking wet now.

"Alright, that tears it.." he grumbles.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain finishes getting the water out of his eyes just as he sees the smile and the bring it gesture. He purses his lips and then finally allows a slight grin to criss cross his features. "Alright greenie, you want to play rough? I'll give you a sampler." He lifts a huge arm up and then flexes, causing a buick sized bicep to balloon up, splitting the sleeves of his tee shirt as veins the size of garden hoses start pressing out visibly against his taut flesh. "You don't know who I am so this is just an introduction.."

He seems bigger now as well. Muscles and sinew piling atop each other and his huge shadow engulfing Frank as his garments strain and begin ripping at the seams. Some nine foot plus, two thousand pounds of muscle rumbling into the room as his huge body gets case in deep shadow.

"I got things to do and places to be though but if you insist, I'll give you a quick look at my Sunday Punch!"

With that he twists at the waist, cocking his huge arm back like a primed and cocked industrial piston. He then swings. THe very air in the room shaking and windows rupturing from the displacement of air pressure as his massive fist bears down on Frankenstein with full intention of sending him flying and flying far.

Frankenstein has posed:
Frankenstein has this clever idea of dodging and counter punching. Really, if Cain were about as strong as he was even given his larger size proportional to his strength, Frankenstein is a good enough fighter that he could have gotten away with that. This isn't what happens however.

The sheer physical force of nature of it sends him flying back through the walls and into the stone brick wall on the other side.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Despite the extant damage to the area around it..the truth is that Cain still considerably pulled that blow and likely could have gotten away with even less. That being said the shockwave that rolls out shatters windows and warps the walls, not to mention the damage done from Frankenstein's flight. So much for this being a favorite sandwich place.

"You aint in my league, greenskin. I could have done that with a finger flick." Cain calls out, not considering if Frankenstein can even understand him. He understands enough to fight at least.

To his credit, he doesn't go thundering after Frank. Instead he just rips off what remains of his soaking tee shirt and balls it up whiel starting to turn.

"Ugh..there goes another shirt. And my favorite sandwich shop!"