Lila didn't bother to see if Lark was coming, but easily climbed down and ducked through the window. She high-tailed it out of the room to the where the costumes were hanging, and donned hers with the easy of someone who did it daily: fishnets, boy shorts, corset, cloak, gadget-check. All was perfect except for one thing. Pulling a homemade makeup decal from her pocket, she placed it upon the top of her cheek and around her eyes to give the look of red and black cards. All of this took less than two minutes, surprisingly, and then she reappeared in the room ready to go. "If I'm going to help, I need to be dressed for it and have all my stuff." She patted her toolbelt. "So...what is the consensus on the car?"
Shard eyed the rest of his team, thinking about the best way they could travel to their location. A car would just bring attention to them, going in on foot may prove advantageous, which was good when going into the unknown. However, he knew it wasn't the best idea either. They needed speed, and if their enemy was using explosives, then they probably were using heavy firepower as well.
"Yes," Shard answered Tangle's question first. "We have vehicles in the garage. We're going to take the jeep, the big armored one," he paused, remembering the last potion of the message. "If any of you are confident in your driving skills, find the keys and get the jeep started. I'll be down in a minute. Red needs some more firepower."
With that, he headed off in the direction where Red Sentinel kept his guns, grabbing a duffel bag along his way. When he got to the stash, he wouldn't bother trying to figure out what weapon would be best to bring and instead chose to stuff the biggest weapons he could find duffel. A couple of them if there was enough. Then some ammo. Once that was done, he'd head down to the garage to meet up at the Jeep.
"Of course we have a car," Lark snorted eyeing the rest of the team. Maybe she'd been the only one to examine the contents of the garage and the few vehicles contained within. It seemed Shard, though, was prepared enough and with the opportunity there for the taking, Lark took off to grab the key. "I'll drive!" She'd been dying to drive one of those armored vehicles since joined this team.
By the time Shard made it down into the garage, Lark was in the driver's seat and the engine was on ready to go. The backseat open for him to join them. Once he was in the car, but before the door had closed behind him, she'd take off out the garage and off to the source of the explosion, having already updated Red Sentinel and TelKek that they were on their way.
Being a small college town, the drive was not very long and they were pulling up to the tall(ish) building that was currently the source of crime. "Go team go?"
Red Sentinl's head rang as he feels a groan rumble through his chest. Eyes spinning, it took him a few seconds to realise he was on the ground, staring directly up into the night. Slowly moving his head, he looks around him. All afound he was surrounded by splintered and fractured glass, flames from the... the explosion roaring in the background and shining through the shards on the tarmac. Behind him were two cars, thrown on their sides by the explosion. In one pf them was a decidedly him-like shape.
As his hearing returned he could hear the sound of glass crunching underneath heavy boots. Eyes eventually refocusing, he is greeted by the sight of figures exiting the burning building. While most seemed to be dressed in the typical getup you would expect from robbers, with masks, guns and vests, two stood out.
The first was obviously male. Standing taller than even Sentinel, the guy looked skinny despite obvious muscle showing through. He was dressed.. surprisingly casually, in a simply t-shirt and jeans. The only thing out of place was that Red Sentinal could see the fire from the flames licking at his body, charring and melting, yet the young male paid no attention to it.
The second is what you would expect from a villain. Clad in robes so dark that made it hard to tell were the robes ended and the shadows of night began, the figure showed no emotion as it strode its way over to the prone form of Red Sentinel and reached a hand towards the helmet of the hero. Idly, Red noticed that the fingers were tipped with metal claws, resembling that of a birds.
The figure hefted RS by the helmet with ease, holding the former vigilante in the air to come face to face with them. Or rather, mask to mask. It had been hidden by the darkess of the robes, but as the glowing eyes of RS came to head level, he was greeted by an image that would have been at home in hell.
"So," began the unmasked one as he pat down the fire on his body. "There's already some sort of hero here? You new? We are too! Well, kind of. I am. Tall dark and spooky here has technically been doing this for a while, but i like to think that since he's with me it's kind of like a... new start." He rambled as he peered at RS, the burns from before slowly healing. The one grasping RS by the head said nothing, not even acknowledging his partner. Behind them, the regular men began to load the money into a van that had pulled up off to the left.
After a moment or two of silence, the unmasked man scowls. "Fine. Be that way. I can still do my semi-dramatic entrance, with or without you. I am Refusal, and this here is..." he looks at his partner, as if urging them. A small sigh escapes the mask, before a metallic and raspy voice speaks. "Revenant." States the figure, to which Refusal nods.
"Refusal and Revenant. Flows off the tongue, right? Alliteration and all that." He says cheerily. RS could feel his strength retuning to him. Just a few more seconds of this moron talking and he could get free of this grip. "Aaanyway, since you don't seem all that inclined towards talk, I guess we're done here. Kill him." States Refusal, glancing towards Revenant for the last two words.
With a nod, Revenant's free hand flashes and almost instantly wraps his hand around Red Sentinel's throat, dangling the smaller man above the ground as he began to fight and struggle, his training innefective. He wasn't used to being on the recieving end. For a moment he believed this was the end, hating the fact that he would die in such a pathetic way.
Tangle felt a little silly that she had not bothered to check the garage beforehand. Of course, they had a car. After slipping on the gloves that were a part of her costume and fastening her utility belt over her casual wear, she hopped into the vehicle after Lark with a slightly too enthusiastic "Let's go!". Their first mission as a team? Despite being fully aware that a very real and serious emergency was occurring, a sort of childish anticipation still bubbled deep inside her. Or perhaps it was exactly because it was something real and dangerous. This feeling was nothing new. Tangle just preferred not to think too much on it. Not right now, at least.
As they approached the scene of crime and chaos, excitement was replaced with concern and urgency. "Huh..we're...probably gonna need a plan for this, huh?" she asked, scanning the area for any glimpse of at least one of the two teammates that were not with them.
Lila, now fully in gear as Queen of Hearts, shrugged her shoulders. She hadn't bothered to look in the garage. Being a college student, herself, she hadn't had need of one. Perhaps this would be the catalyst to purchasing her own vehicle...something shiny and red.
Following the others, she took a seat in the back and closed the door after making certain her bolero cape wasn't caught in the door because --embarrassing--, and then they were off. she focused on the wobbling building in the distance and inwardly willed the car to go faster wishing she had the power to make it do so. She was just so unfortunately human. They did arrive in record time, thankfully, and she hopped out, hands already pulling out the tempered glass bauble she called a gas bomb of saturated love perfume and bouncing it up and down in her hand. She hesitated in times like these which was always her worst downfall. To act or not to act? What if others got caught in the cross hairs...actually...others would. "Hold your breath," she hissed to her teammates.
"Hey you handsome fellas!" she catcalled with a huge wave of her arm, striding forward to catch their attention. With a strong lob of her arm, she tossed the glass bead, the size of the small palm of her hand, toward the feet of the three men. If it shattered, a plume of hot pink smoke would explode into the air causing confusion at first and then a feeling of such intense amorousness toward whomever they looked at that it could (could, not would, as every person was unique in body chemistry) unable to act.
Inputting the co-ordinates onto the standard issue mobile phone, Telek stuffed her phone into her hoodie and strode towards the wooden board she left before. Grabbing it and tucking it under her arm, she walked towards the edge of the building to process the situation from a far perspective. Just in case there were hostages or innocent civilians surrounding an area that has a high possibility of being damaged by whatever the hell was going on below her. It was a nice view from this high, and to Telek's utmost surprise, there were no students roaming around anywhere near them. None. At all. Whatsoever. The scene below, however, seemed to be a bit more than just your everyday bank robbery.
An explosion had shook the building and Telek tumbled backwards, landing in an uncomfortable position. She stood up with haste. Running towards the edge of the roof, she tried to slow down her fall using the wooden plank under her, which worked, but the shear absurdity of it all was enough to mess up her landing. Only just starting to get up, she realised she had landed a few meters away from her intended target and turned around to see Red Sentinel being choked by a large brute. Closer to her, was what seemed to be get away transportation. Men in masks and vests rushed towards the van and started loading it with cash. Before Telek could make a firm decision, the shout of a familiar voice made her head snap towards the source of the voice.
"Hey you handsome fellas!"
Gas started dispersing at an alarming rate, Telek panicked. What if the gas spreads further then the intended distance? She may be able to move things with her mind, but things in gas form was a bit more tricky to control. Covering up her nose and mouth, she opted instead to restrain the criminals who were handling the money and pulled the van closer towards the group.
As Lark climbed out of the vehicle, she spotted Red's neck in the grip of a guy who looked like he'd bought his costume from Hot Topic or Spencer's (not that she was really one to talk). "Of course the idiot would go in on his own," She grumbled under her breath, but then it became clear to the young hero(?) that much longer and they would be short one team member, very soon.
Luckily, Queen of Hearts was in motion, ready to act. Lark barely caught the warning as she took a quick breath and covered her nose and mouth not entirely sure what the other girl was attempting to do. Lark peered around, at the men loading up the money and saw the van sliding closer to their little ragtag team of hero hopefuls and when she looked around again, she spotted Telkek; she must be the one preventing the money from getting away. Lark smiled and one hand still covering her nose and mouth, she climbed onto the top of their armored vehicle, looking for any henchman (that felt so cheesy, even to think) attempting to get away.
With just a warning, Queen of Hearts had already made her move. Telkek appeared to be around to, judging by the movement of the vans by an invisible force. Tanglerat hopped out of the vehicle.
A hand over her face isn't exactly ideal for blocking out gaseous chemicals but it'll have to do for now - even if it she was still at risk of inhaling the gas. She stayed crouched. Through the smoke and the flames she could make out three men - two were unknown and one was her teammate in the grip of the ominous looking stranger. Well shit. They hadn't even started as a team yet and Red's already about to get killed.
The guy may have rubbed her the wrong way and she may not like him at all, but a teammate is a teammate. And a human life is a human life. Gotta love obligations. As the others took care of the robbers, Tangle sneaked in and out of the mess of upturned furniture and broken glass. She needed to do something about Red's situation, right? And she didn't need to be seen, not yet.
At the call from Queen of Hearts, Refusal's head whipped towards them as Revenant tightened his grip. That was all they could do, however, before the trio were surrounded by the gas given off by the small marble surrounded them. Automatically, the filters within Red Sentinal's helmet began to work overtime to keep him from being affected by the foreign gas as the former vigilante capitalised upon the momentary distraction.
Hefting both feet forward, he manages to brute force his way out of the chokehold and burst through the smoke, turning the almost-fall into a flip and landing crouched upon the tarmac. Out of the smoke came a coughing Refusal, pale skin comtrasting the pink of the vapour as he shakes his head before looking towards RS.
"Yo man, what's up with the smo-" is all the robber is able to get out before a fist slams into his jaw, eliciting a sharp crack at the same time as a leg slams into his side, sending the pale man sprawling and coughing. After only a second however, Refusal rises, jaw clicking back into place with the aid of his hand as he raises his fists. "Okay asshole, lets do this." He mutters before swinging.
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Just as Refusal first exited the smoke, the shadowy figure of Revenant bursts out and sprints towards Queen of Hearts, the figure dashing with almost supernatural speed and delivering a heavy blow before the woman has a chance to react. Continuing on, he spins past her and towards the van, clearing the height of the vehicle in a single bound and raching bith arms out like a bird of prey as his cloak billowed, looking every bit a grim reaper as he bore down upon Lark.
Below that, the remaining robbers quickly assessed what was happening and began to open fire towards Telek, the staccato of gunfire filling the night as most of their shots missed, rocketing off into the darkness as they tried to shoot whilst sprinting towards any sort of cover.
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