The South Bronx is an area of the New York City borough of the Bronx. As the name implies, the area comprises neighborhoods in the southern part of the Bronx, such as Concourse, Mott Haven, Melrose, and Port Morris The old Port Morris Branch of the New York and Harlem Railroad runs like a hidden scar through the heart of the South Bronx. Abandoned in the late 19th century, it's been built over and around. Until relatively recently it was mostly used as a homeless camp and heroin shooting gallery, until a couple years back when the city bulldozed everything as part of the periodic rebuilding of the city, and the railyard was slated for being reactivated. Two years later, with a supervillain fight and a lack of funding behind completing the reconstruction, it's steadily drifting back to a more unsavory state, with wrecked and partially burned out machinery here and there that was just abandoned by the city for lack of funds to clean it up. In short, it's a perfect place for the Crazie Creepz to try and rapidly hock their ill-gotten gains. Not that they have any idea of what they actually stole, other than it's fancy and people will pay duffel bags of money to buy it up. Of course, some of the gang, who have started celebrating a bit early and are more than a bit under the influence of myriad illicit materials have broken open some of the storage cases to 'demonstrate' the goods to the perspective buyers, meaning that there are also occasional multicolored beams and small explosions taking place. In short, it's not hard to find them, but they don't intend to be here for long. "Hey man, what's dis one do?" asks one of the bruiser looking gangers, as a shorter, skinnier one peers into the box. "I dunno man, let's try it!" "Flash," comes the voice into Wally's ear, "We have some unusual energy activity in New York, Port Morris Branch of the Harlem Railroad. Can you get there? Several others are in South America, dealing with an earthquake." "You got it. Be there as soon as you can say —," And Wally takes off, the red-streak of speed zipping through traffic, breezing past girls and men, rustling clothes and papers in his wake, "Jack Rabbit," Wally says a moments later. He pauses, some distance away and looking up into the sky to see some of the energy discharge that the Justice Defenders equipment picked up on. "Alright. I'm going in," he calls in. "I'll let you know what I find." The red-streak launches again, zipping through the alleys up to the area where the Crazie Creeps are demonstrating, and celebrating. One of the celebrators suddenly doesn't have the alien gun he was firing into the air, and instead FLash is standing just a few feet away from him, holding it. "You know," he says, casually, "I really don't think this is yours." Since the call-out for aid in the taking of the shipment (Oh, Clint'll be on their butts about SHIELD employees being overpowered by 'Crazie Creepz… later), Clint's been tracking via satellite; you really don't think this stuff isn't marked, right? It's not in a black sedan, though.. too obvious. His red (still being worked on) Challenger is driving into the area, the driver's blue eyes both on the road and fiddling with the heat (or lack thereof) coming from the vents. He's mumbling his annoyance, that is for sure. Out of the vehicle soon enough, and Clint is going high; he likes his vantage points to keep an eye on the comings and goings before making his move. It's forced, however, when another 'actor' gets involved, and he's working his way down once again, down stairs of burned out buildings and out into the frigid air with bow in hand, arrows on his back. "Climate change… change it the hell back.." is muttered.. To be entirely fair. Pris has no idea that the weapons going off are the same ones she and Starfire helped prevent Mallah and the Brain from purchasing, and then turned over to the authorities. All she really knows is that she heard from someone who heard from someone that some really high-end weapons gear was available for sale, and where. Then came the multi-colored explosions. She would have just snuck in and watched for a while before acting. But then Pris catches wind of a mind she can barely perceive, and can't read worth a darn, it's moving so fast. And it just showed up in the middle of all of this. No more time for playing around. The hovercycle roars as she snaps it up for altitude and then drops it right down in the middle of the 'firing range', rolling off the bike, all clad in gold-accented purple, blaster in hand. "I hear this is the place to party?" Voodoo inquires. The ganger in question goggles at wall, his trigger finger still twitching a bit for a moment as his slightly drug-addled brain catches up with events. "Hey! CAPE!" he bellows in warning, audible across the yard as the Creepz and their buyers realize they have intruders. Suddenly, most of the trainyard has a single target to focus on! This is perhaps not as good news for the Flash as a variety of *KATHUNKhmmmmmm* *KACHACK* *whrrRRRRRRRR* and a distinct *SPLORT* are among the many weapon cocking sounds as pretty much everyone goes for guns or whatever is close to hand. "FRAG HIM!!!!" On the other hand, the sudden explosion of energy beams, explosions, and a *glorp* of some sort of gelatin like grenade explosion cover up the advance of Voodoo and Clint nicely. Near the stack of boxes, two gangers feverisly work a crowbar to snap open one of the really secure crate. THey've been working at it for a while, and the final *crack* of the last lock giving is music to their ears. Inside…are a collection of different sized and designed grenades in softly beaded packing peanut like materials. "Score!" They grab several. "Okay, okay… this is a raid! Everyone get your—" It's NEVER that easy. Ever. So why would Clint think it would be now? Ever? He's headed towards the fray, using cover to best advantage. Bringing his bow up, he's got an arrow nocked immediately, and in the next heartbeat, he's letting the first arrow loose, then the next, and the next… all taser arrows aimed at those grabbing the grenades. This is gonna hurt, boys. "Let's not play with those, okay?" "Frag me? FRAG ME? Dude. That's not cool. Not cool at -all-," flash complains, and then … he's not where he was anymore as a energy weapon puts a huge hole into the ground. "You -really need to work on your aim," he tells one of the gangers. And then he's a few feet away again as another chunk of earth explodes. And then, then Flash is running up the side of one of the buildings, and another shot will follow. And as this shot misses? It begins to rain debris onto those knotted up and firing at him as chunks of building, cement and bits of steel threaten to smash flesh and bone if they don't scatter immediately. Flash, however, will make sure that any in the way are 'safe' and carry them to safety if any -can't- get out of the way. Gawd, what a mess. The gangers open fire on who- or whatever that is over there, and it seems like not one of them pays attention to Voodoo. Y'know, being ignored is kind of a new feeling for her. Not one she minds, entirely. But it does mean there's a lot of danger in a hurry. If she had time, Voodoo might try to telepathically blast the gangers and put them out for a while. But she's not that good or that fast with her telepathy. And besides, they're all high in different ways on different substances; she can't tune them all in, and the empathy is giving her a contact high. "Idiots." Voodoo complains, and dismounts her bike, firing her blaster at the first armed gangers she can see. Ignore her, will they?! Eat stunner, jerkfaces! Arrows go flying, along with stunner blasts and a variety of rubble, as several gangers and weapons dealers go sprawling with yelps of dismay (and at least one Wilhelm scream from a guy who was standing on top of an old crane for a better sniper angle…luckily Flash catches him and tosses him to the side before he can actually hit the ground at full speed. The scene disolves into chaos as energy beams streak between the rusted out machinery and weapons boxes as gangers pop up to try and snipe..but with the Flash zipping around several have resorted to just spinning in place and firing in all directions in the hope they might somehow hit them. The guy with the 'gelatin' gun is firing at the ground, trying to set a sticky mess in his path in the hope it might slow him down with the goop. One pulls what looks like a crystalline…chainsaw blade thing? And flicks it on as it hisses to light, then runs screaming at Voodoo, raising it above his head with intent to bring it down. "RAAAAAAAAGH!" The arrows, however, are quite effective. One grenade guy goes down..then the second, both twitching and jerking as the grenades bounce away. The third manages to twist his grenade and wind up fo ra pitch..then catches a taser arrow to the knee. "AAAAAGHGAGHGHGHG!" All down! Except the live grenade then drops in the box, glowing a bright purple as a squealing sound starts to build. Long enough for Flash to zip in and grab those near to the grenade. And then it goes off with a complete absence of sound, forming what looks like a small black pinpoint. More important, everything starts to be pulled against it steadily as the air roars, loose debris and dust fshooting towards in swirling patterns as the Creepz grab onto whatever they can, one guy going flying with a scream through the air as he spin end over end towards the black dot. It's not difficult to see who is on which team; the quick guy getting innocents out of the way? Good guy. Everyone else, though? Who knows. Clint's not above teaming up with unknowns-but-friendlies, and he calls out, "Take cover!" just as the grenade hits the ground. Now, Clint's had a basic inventory of all the stuff going through, catagorized as best as their really smart guys could do, but that black hole that's opening? The singularity? Clint's only human, after all. He's taking hold of anything that might keep him from going in, reaching out now for the one bad guy that is on his way towrds that black dot. "Hold on!" So the ganger who is high as a kite is going to take on Voodoo in an up-front fight with some alien blade weapon thing? Yeah, that's not going to go well. For him. Voodoo stands right there, flat-footed, and lets him charge. She could blast him with her stunner. But she waits until he's almost right on top of her … and then drops her rump right onto her heel as her other leg snaps out sharply with a legsweep, which she follows by aiming the butt of her blaster into his jaw with significant force. Of course, then some moron activates a hyperwarp grenade. Damned things create pinprick black holes that only last for a few seconds. But they do one heck of a lot of destruction first. And yes, Voodoo knows that because she read it off the mind of The Brain when she and Starfire captured these weapons the first time. Voodoo grabs the guy she just put down, and uses his weapon to drive through his coat and into the ground, pinning him in place. Then she twists to the side and grabs onto the weapon higher up herself. Flash's free terrain to run around is slowly dwindling, and he realizes it. Time for a new plan. Flash manages to grab another gun and then he's next to Voodoo, "I like a woman who knows how to take charge. So, you know who these Jokers are?" He asks, casually, surveying the scene. "Or, do you just show up randomly to gangers hideouts and teach them a lesson?" Wally can't hide the grin on his face. So sue him. Amid the other debris going flying, as the singularity effect increases, the pile of SHIELD containers with all the other weapons get pulled towards it, then flip forward, vanishing into the dot. Apparently it's not -completely- a singularity, as this causes a variety of multicolored explosions of energy and flashes as the dog expands out into a wobbling disc, shuddering as electricity sparks and shoot out to everything metal nearby. The guy in midair squeals like a 7 year old girl as he goes spinning towards the black disc, before there suddenly a tremendous detonation and a rush of air that shoots out, shoving everything away from the hole as the ganger is propelleds and over. "AHHHHHHH oh my god never doing drugs agaiiiiiiin- *THUD* He slides down the side of the porta potty he just impacted with a groan. For a second, there's a moment of silence as the cloud of dust and smoke obscures the area, everything fairly quiet save for the groans of the various criminals that were knocked flying. Into that silence, a booming voice echoes over the yard from the middle of the settling cloud. "WELL, THAT DIDN'T GO AS EXPECTED." The swirling dust starts to reveal two figures. The first is squat, short, made of metal with some sort of fabric partially draped over it and shifts slightly…then straightens up…and up…rising to a full eight feet in height, its body proportional. Dull grey armor, scarred with dents and charred ash are more easily visible, as the armored figure flicks a blood-red cowled cape back around its shoulders. In place of the face is a white mask, almost porcelain, with hollow black eyesockets, almost like a drama/comedy mask, save for the expression: a slight, almost amused smile to its lips. The smoke and dust clears further, revealing a smaller figure in black in the classic 'superhero landing' pose, as if they'd taken a knee and then leaned forward to brace themselves on the ground. The person in armor lifts their head and looks around appraisingly, the helmet design probably familiar to any fans of sci-fi shooter video games. "Well… Shit. That's new." A female voice, somewhat electronic and roughened by the helmet speaks, answering one question about identities. The armored woman jumps to her feet, head slowly turning as she surveys the crowds on both sides. Other good thing about helmets is that you can talk without people hearing you. «Boss. No idea what happened but… What's the play?» And now the superfast guy is flirting with her? Seriously? "They call themselves the Crazie Creepz." Voodoo answers, shouting over the wind of the air-rush into the singularity. "Why do you care? Get out of here, before you get sucked in!" Yep. She's shouting at Flash. Not so much catching the schway. And then the singularity is gone. The dust is settling. And there are two people in powered armor in place of half the weapons and some of the other debris. Voodoo drops into the dust, then climbs to her feet, checking on the ganger she KOed earlier, and then turns towards the new arrivals. "Uhm. Hi." Yeah. Real smooth. Clint is nowhere near as calm, cool and collected in the face of a singularity, as temporary as it might be. He's holding on, reaching for the other guy, doing the quick prayer that he doesn't get sucked in as well. And there goes all the stuff… in the blink of an eye, the singularity closes, and Clint has to rebalance himself before he goes flying backwards. He manages to keep his feet, remarkably, and as the dust settles? The voice. Immediately, the bow comes up, the arrow nocked, and he's got it pointed at the pair that is emerging from the cloud. "Okay… stop right there. Who are you?" He's not worried overmuch about the others at this point, though he gives the girl that manages a 'hi' at them a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. "Keep back." "Whoa," Flash chimes in, at the appearance of the widening singularity. "Uh, guys? Do you see what I see? I swear, I didn't do it this time," Flash states urgently, … but before he can go on there's two individuals appearing on the ground. "Yeah. Good. You handle the diplomatic stuff," Flash says to Voodoo, patting her arm, and then he's zipping away again, mainly because one of the Creepz is aiming directly at Dire and Delta — Flash disarms him first, and then grabs his other arm and doing a -damn- good impression of the Tazmanian Devil, Flash uses the built momentum to catapult the ganger into one of the gelantious pools on the ground. That should keep him busy, for awhile. Seems that Flash is making himself a target again, so Voodoo and Clint can deal with the newcomers. The harsh, metallic voice echoed through the trainyard again - genderless, filled with electronic reverberation, booming without being deafening. The towering figure looks around, taking in the paused battle, then tilting its head as the Flash goes shooting past to disarm one of the more eager beaver gangers pointing a weapon roughly towards the pair. «I have no idea. Hold on.» There's movement beneath the armored figure's cape, as something unfolds from its back, and stretches toward the sky. A thin rod, that blossoms into an antennae. At the arrows pointed its way, the figure holds up a finger absently. "A MINUTE. IF YOU SEEK CONFLICT, DIRE SHALL BE WITH YOU SHORTLY." Dire frowns to herself. No broadcast transmission towers? Only a pitiable wireless transmission network…what the fnord is a Verizon?!? "IMPOSSIBLE." She turns her mask towards the Flash, then points at him. "YOU, WITH THE RED SUIT. WHAT YEAR IS THIS?" The nearby gangers are starting to pick themselves up. "Hey. Uhm. Arrow guy? No offense. But maybe … maybe you could put that down, until we figure out what's going on?" Voodoo offers. Not that she expects Clint to heed her suggestion. But she's trying. Someone has to. She can't feel anything from these two, which is odd for her. She doesn't usually run into anything or anyone she can't read empathically. "Uhm. Excuse me? You were asking for the year? It's twenty-eighteen. If that helps?" Voodoo is caught, confused and concerned. She doesn't want another fight, but the idiot gangers are re-arming anyway. This is not going to go well. "For the record, red suit, bow guy and I are not with these idiots." There. That should solve everything. Right? Slam. One ganger goes flying as he meets a supersonic punch. Slam. Another ganger. And, another. And, another all go down. Flash pauses. "Guy in -Red-?" The hurt face that Flash puts on is far from an act. He actually looks emotionally wounded. "I'm the -Flash-. THE Flash. The Fastest Man Alive?" They -had- to have heard of him? Right? RIGHT?! He zips over and grabs another two guns from crazy Creepz, "Seriously," he says, scowling, "You guys are -not- liscened to play with these." Delta looks around at the moving gangers, before dropping her hand to her sidearm, and drawing it. The hand cannon booms as she puts a round into three of the closest thugs who still wanted to go for guns, although there's no blood. Instead, a small grey device sticks to them, reducing them to twitching whimpering lumps for the next ten seconds. Clint's not the only one with taser ammo. "Sorry guy. Never heard of you. Guess you're not as famous as you thought." «Okay, We've got a speedster, the guy on the roof's a /really/ good shot with a bow, but no idea on the other woman yet.» Clint pointedly ignores the 'suggestion' of putting his bow down, his expression set to that professional 'neutral'. Blue eyes narrow as the date is asked for, and when it's given, he watches for the reaction. The gangers aren't going down without a fight, however; they've got one flying through the air from a punch, and another.. and another, but sorry Flash.. not all are down. There's a new guy to the party- remember, there was an open invite to the 'party', only these guys are a little more well 'organized'. A little bigger, a touch more professional (but not much more well-dressed..) and two come onto the scene from the outside, their voices tinged with something of a Russian accent. "We will please be taking this no—" But there's nothing left? Clint turns around; keeping track of everyone and everything is a pain… which is exactly what he feels the moment one of the Russians recognizes him. The bow is pulled back, and it is a double shot; the russian goes down, the man with the bow, the same. (Only Clint doesn't have an arrow sticking out of his chest…) "2018?" the tall figure muses, then turns to just…look at the guy who shot Clint, amid the Flash rapidly whittling down the remaining gangers, then looks towards the voice of reason, Voodoo…who…just has to be a superheroine in an outfit like that. "THESE READINGS ARE.." She's then interrupted as the apparently leader of the Creepz, from the unfortunate skull tattooed over his face, pops out where he's been..supervising from cover to avoid the Flash beating him down. "Year? Hey, I'll tell you the year! YOUR LAST!" And then he heaves a grenade at Dire and Delta, as it rolls to a halt by the former's feet. "…SERIOUSLY?" the booming voice notes, sounding faintly…miffed? She immediate turns her hand, a golden beam of energy shooting out at low power to knock Delta flying away, more of a hard shove than damaging Then there's a blast of energy that shoots out from the grenade as everyone nearby feels vaguely queasy as time…slooooooooows…dooooooooooown… "Then the armor seems to shake itself, energy running over it as the effect lessens, receeding again before it can engulf the area. When Dire speaks again she sounds MORE than miffed. "YOU IMBECILE. YOU IDIOT! YOU ARROGANT AGGRESSIVE AWKWARD ANIMAL! YOU THINK TO THWART DIRE WITH TEMPORAL STASIS? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES SHE'S GONE TOE TO TOE WITH THE TIMETRIPPER? DID YOU THINK SHE HADN'T DEVISED COUNTERMEASURES?" An armored finger gets pointed directly at the gang leader, who blinks a bit, turning a bit pale, as the gangers near him back up slightly. "YOU ARE IN NEED OF A LESSON! FORTUNATELY, DIRE IS AN EXCELLENT INSTRUCTOR." The finger curls over into a fist as it strikes Dire's other hand. "TUITION PAYMENT IS HEREBY WAIVED, YOUR APPLICATION IS ACCEPTED, AND YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY ENROLLED IN PAIN UNIVERSITY, ON TRACK TO GRADUATE MAGNA CUM LAUDE WITH A MAJOR IN GETTING YOUR ASS KICKED! AND NOW YOU SHALL BE WELCOMED TO YOUR DORMITORY OF SHAME WITH MANDATORY BEATINGS!" The voice lowers to a hiss. "SO VOWS DIRE." And the armor starts to levitate into the air, small nodes glowing blue as it rises, a low hum of weapon systems coming online. Delta tucks and rolls to gain a bit more distance with the particle beam burst, coming up onto her feet. "Okay, you guys want to play dirty, fine with me." She places the handgun back on her thigh plate where it sticks, the emitters on her forearms starting to glow gold. Similar blasts of energy start to flicker out, tossing the remaining gangsters around far less gently. "Idiots. You just /had/ to try to kill us. Gloves are off now." Voodoo tries to duck away from the grenade of light. Then she's briefly frozen in place. And then not. Face. Full of dust. Asshats. Voodoo climbs to her feet and shakes her head. "Seriously? You're going to talk about yourself in the third person, and overbrag? What, did you take lessons from Helspont or something? Give it up!" Yeah. Voodoo is not impressed. She turns her head, extends her hand … and drops the leader of the Creepz to the dusty ground. One brain to focus on? Easy. Pardon his nosebleed. "They're gang members with no obvious brains to be had.// Voodoo comments sharply. "How about you stop judging the rest of us by their standards. Now. What do you need? We're here to stop these idiots from dealing these weapons. You going to get in the way of that? If not, please be on your way." Energy blasts? Bad. Flash manages to catch the guy after he's hit with the blasts, before he slams his head into concrete, or somethng sharp and pointy. The fact that he also checks to make sure the guy is still breathing and deposits him into one of the gelatinous puddles is perhaps not quite a sidethought, and then the Fastest Man Alive is next to Clint, checking to see if the arrow-tosser is also okay. He seems to be. Frowning, Flash calls, "This is Flash." A pause. "Yes. We're dealing with it. We've got one to transport. Bringing him to the pad now." To Voodoo, "Be right back." Flash hefts Clint up, and in a 'flash', is gone. Gone for all of, maybe, ten seconds? If that. And then he's suddenly back, by Voodoo's side. "I take it you're not from around here," he ventures, in a friendly enough manner, trying to not maintain the peace. Last thing they need is someone ELSE to fight, afterall. The Justice Defenders have their hands full as it is. And, well, … people from other dimensions? They generally are problems. Still, Flash is ever the optimist. Dire raisese her hand, a series of short golden bolts slamming into the gang leader's compatriots (currently staring at their very unconscious leader who just…dropped, thanks to Voodoo) knocking them flying back into the pile of weapons boxes that remain. Between her and Delta, really, the few gangers who haven't already been disabeled by the heroes go down quick or more wisely drop their weapons, kneel and put their hands behind their head. "We give up! We give up!" one says. Another grumbles. "Fuckin' capes…." Dire is distracted by Voodoo's entreaty, as irritated as it is, turning, then floating over to settle to the ground in front of her. "OH GOOD. YOU'RE ONE OF THE MORE LEVEL-HEADED SORTS OF HEROINES." Dire folds her arms. "FOR THE RECORD THEN: IT IS DOCTOR DIRE, TECHNICALLY. SHE CANNOT HELP USING THE THIRD PERSON, DUE TO BRAIN TISSUE DAMAGE." She points a hand at the remaining boxes. "DIRE AGREES THEY SEEM BRAINLESS ENOUGH, AND HAS NO INTEREST IN WEAPONS THAT WOULD INTEREST SUCH. FINALLY…" Dire crosses her arms, leaning in closer to Flash and Voodoo. "DIRE IS NOT FROM AROUND HERE. AND DIRE HAS NO NEED TO "OVERBRAG," ABOUT HER ABILITIES." Delta slowly lowers her arms as the gangers give up, before reloading her sidearm and taking a few steps to stand to Dire's right. "She's really not overbragging. Take it from me, I've been working for her for a few years now." Well, she certainly seems sincere. "And she actually knows what all her stuff does, unlike…" She gestures towards the moaning gangers. Voodoo eyes Dire doubtingly. It's not that she minds her KOing the rest of the gangers. She doesn't. And she has no issue with competence. But the constant shouting, the posturing, and the third-party self-reference is just more than she can tolerate. "Far as I know, no warrants for you, here. You appeared, you didn't steal anything, and you show no interest in the weapons." Voodoo glances towards Flash, then back at the other two women. "Far as I'm concerned, go. We have no issue. But you might want to get that brain damage looked at. The whole third-person thing is so over." Next up? Zipties. Lots of them. And then Pris has to decide how she's calling in SHIELD or someone to secure all this crap, and still getting away. So inconvenient! "What she said," Flash agrees, meaning more the fact there are no warrants, so the two appearing women aren't in any trouble. "However, as a member of the Justice Defenders, I'll have to ask you to stay around in the vicinity. We've got some brilliant minds up in the Tower, and I'm sure they'd be happy to work with you to help get you home." Flash's sentiments are sincere enough, afterall. He's a helper. He looks aside to Voodoo, then back to Dire and Delta. Then, he offers Dire his hand first, "The Flash," he says, cheerfully. "Fastest Man Alive. Welcome to 2018." Dire hmmphs. "IF IT WERE THAT SIMPLE, SHE WOULD HAVE ALREADY SOLVED THE PROBLEM. IT CAN BE OCCASIONALLY FRUSTRATING. BUT SHE HAS LEARNED TO ADAPT." She watches as Voodoo gets to work industriously ziptying the various surrendered and unconscious gangers. «Pity. The weapons would be interesting to disassemble and analyze, but as she lacks a lab, we'll give them a pass.» she sends to Delta. Her faintly amused mask turns back to Flash, inclining her gaze to the offered hand, before she reaches out and encloses it in her own gauntleted. "DIRE KNOWS A SIMILAR SPEEDSTER, ONE OF THE FEW HEROES SHE RESPECTS. THE POLITENESS IS APPRECIATED, FROM BOTH OF YOU. I HAVE MET TOO MANY HEROES WHO PREFER PUNCHING OVER DISCUSSION." She glances around, then retracts the antennae back into her armor. "IS THIS CITY SOME SORT OF ANTI-TESLA ENCLAVE? THERE ARE NO BROADCAST TOWERS. HOW THE HELL IS THIS PLACE MANAGING TO GET BY WITHOUT BROADCAST POWER? YOU'VE GOT STREETLIGHTS AND CELL PHONES, SO CLEARLY SOMETHING'S FUNCTIONAL AROUND HERE." Delta tilts her head to one side, looking skywards. «Boss, I hear choppers. Let's get out of here before people decide to ask us lots of irritating questions. Or try deep scanning me or something.» "I was gonna say. This place kinda sucks. Well, at least this part of it does. Delta, if we're tossing names around." "Anti … what?" Voodoo inquires. Yeah. School, history, technology? Three of Pris' weakest subjects. Sorry. "Power runs through the cables and stuff in the ground, or up on the trestles. I mean, other than wind or solar." Yep. That's how off-handedly she handles Dire's questions. Then again, she's busy ziptying because soem speedster is too busy offering aid and comfort to the other-dimensional supervillains to help her get the gang members tied up so she can get the heck out of here! Ahem. "Sure, we've got broadcast towers. There's KWAL, the Wall. Plays the greatest hits from the 80's," Wally suggests, helpfully, completely missing the intent and content of Dire's inquiry. It would seem it's probably his weakest subject, too. He's no Barry Allen: Scientist, afterall. "And there's lots of AM stations, too." "Huh?" A pause, "Just a minute." He turns to the side, says into some hidden comm piece, "No. Everything's under control. SHIELD is going to take the weapons, I think. I'll brief you later on our new guests," he promises to the person on the other end. Then, he looks back to Dire and Delta. "Let me know if we can help. Or if you have questions. In the meantime, just keep your noses clean, and we'll get along great." Finally he seems to notice Voodoo might need some help. But alas, he has no zipties. "Need a hand?" he asks Voodoo, directly. "WIRES… GOOD LORD. HOW UTTERLY INEFFICIENT AND EXPENSIVE." Dire turns her head towards Voodoo. "TESLA. NIKOLA TESLA? BRILLIANT INVENTOR, FIRST KNOWN METAHUMAN? NO?" Dire frowns to herself, then shakes her head slightly. "…THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE. IT SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THIS. THE DIFFUSER'S TEAR WAS STABLE. SAFE. WE SHOULD HAVE EMERGED IN THE SAME PLACE WHEN THE POWER RAN OUT, OR THEY HIT ONE OF THE CODE TRAPS AND DEACTIVATED THE DAMN THING." Shehe glances towards the center of the explosion. "BUT THE ENERGY READINGS SHE IS DETECTING…"A SINGULARITY? DRAWING UPON THE SAME NULLSPACE PRINCIPLES THAT DIRE WAS USING? INTERACTION BETWEEN TWO SIMILAR DEVICES…" Dire shakes her head "THE ODDS ARE… NO. NO, IT IS THEORETICALLY POSSIBLE. UNLIKELY, BUT POSSIBLE. A RARE CASE WHERE TWO VARIABLES MAKE THE POSTULATE MORE PROBABLE." She returns her attention to Flash. "GOOD. A NEW WORLD, NEW FOES, NEW PROBLEMS… THIS SHOULD PROVE ENTERTAINING. THANK YOU FOR YOUR INFORMATION, DIRE SHALL TAKE IT INTO ACCOUNT. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR TEAMMATE AND SECURING THE REST OF THE BRAINLESS TWITS." Dire powers up her armor's gravitic systems, hovering into the air, her cloak swirling around her as she does. "COME, DELTA. IT SEEMS NEW CHALLENGES AWAIT." She glances over. "NO DOUBT DIRE SHALL SEE YOU AGAIN, FLASH AND YOU…AH…" She studies Voodoo a bit, then shrugs her armored shoulders slightly. "DRAGON GIRL? AMAZON GIRL? SOMETHING LIKE THAT, NO DOUBT." With that, she accelerates up into the sky. Whoosh! Delta rolls her own shoulders, the same telltale glow and 'heat haze' forming at the back of her armor. "Yeah, We'd love to stick around and answer all the questions and get interrogated by people in the black helicopters that're about a mile out and closing, but, you know, places to be, things to do." She taps two fingers to the top of her visor in what has to be a taunting salute, before taking off as well. "Seriously? Dragon girl?" Voodoo just shrugs, and offers over a handfull of her zipties towards Flash. "Zip 'em up. I have to waste this good burn phone and call the authorities, and then get the heck out of here before they show up." She doesn't argue, doesn't try to stop them from leaving, doesn't try putting 'tracer arrows' on them or whatever. They are not - currently - her problem. Stupid crazy nutjob otherworld third-person weirdos! Flash gives Voodoo a warm smile, "You got it," he says, cheerfully. Then, there's a blur of red motion, a barely visible streak as feet and hands move well beyond the speed of the human mentality to comprehend and visualize, and in a mere matter of a handful of seconds, every last one of the gang members is ziptied up. A few more seconds, and there's a rather nice, and neat pile of weapons gathered together, sitting in the middle of it all. He looks curiously at Voodoo, wondering why she doesn't want to be here when the authorities are, but there's always some vigiliantes, like Batman, who just doesn't like dealing with them unless they -have- to. "I'll stay here," he volunteers, graciously. "Nice to meet you." He'll get her name later, he's certain of that. Back to: Logs Page. |
Her Arrival is DIRE!