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WHO: Anybody
WHAT: Looting
WHEN: Jan. 13-16
WHERE: All over town
WARNINGS: Violence.
NOTES: I'm going to open this up to everybody who wants to action out the looting parts of the crisis. How this goes! Do you want to participate in looting plots? Just start a thread, probably mention the date & place, mark it open if you want everyone to drop by or closed if you want to play out something with just one other person, and go from there. Reply to other people's threads! Looting and vigilante shenanigans is what I'm saying. Uh, also please note that if you mark it open and you are looting stuff that is like saying 'hey people keeping the peace please come beat me up!'

Looting has gripped the town, everyone's essentially going crazy, and keeping the peace has fallen to, who knows why, whatever Fictionals have decided to try to keep the peace. Nobody said the end of the world was going to be fun.

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[OPEN]

[Artemis will be in costume and patrolling the town pretty consistently over these days fighting looters and trying to keep all violence to a minimum. Feel free to run into her anytime anywhere.]

[For the most part, Tim and Artemis are working separate beats -- for the common gang of looter, the two of them together would be definite overkill. Still, they cross paths occasionally, and when there's a larger disturbance -- something more like mob action or a riot-- Tim radios her immediately to co-ordinate.]

[She gets the communication and meets him in an alley nearby, quiver stocked up and ready to go.]

How many do you think there are?

Maybe three dozen. Protestors, by the look of things. They're headed uphill, for the apartments.

[Gesturing at the corner, around which there's a great deal of violent noise, rhythmic chanting, and incoherent noise, he points at a sign on the ground, one reading 'no release for REAL people'.]

[She peers around the corner, sighs, and draws an arrow. Deadpan.]

Wow, this looks like so much fun.

Ready when you are.

Down to business then.

[Tim sweeps dramatically around the corner and opens with a salvo of smoke bombs. He doesn't have the budget for tear gas, but the red pepper he put into them ought to make things at least a little unpleasant. When he does speak, it's sharp, strident -- not quite the Batman growl but the best he can do.]

You've got thirty seconds to disperse peacefully, or you'll find out there are worse things than release.

[And the first few of the mob are already charging from the edges of the cloud -- some of them he missed entirely. Dammit, he wants a better budget... it was worth a try, anyway.]

[She holds back a grin as he Bat-voices, arrow at the ready.

She backs up his smoke bombs with one of her own and then folds away her bow and grins as the first people reach her. She's been punching people a lot today, but it hasn't gotten old yet. Halfway through folding the second guy onto the ground, she yells at Tim.]

You take me such nice places!

[For a moment the fight is still a math problem. Somewhere between thirty and thirty-four of them left. Only a dozen standing on this side of the smoke. Artemis has already closed -- impatient, needing to burn off stress. He can't blame her.]

Everywhere's a nice place, compared to Gotham!

[Four shuriken are the only ranged weapons he has at the moment. He really hates fighting crime on a budget. He throws, aiming for the back of the leg. Three throws, two hamstrings. Third throw misses. He imagines the expression on Bruce's face at that, the almost imperceptible narrowing on the eyes. Now it isn't just a math problem. It's psychology. With this many enemies, he can't afford to give them a moment of confidence, or to believe that he or Artemis is capable of failure. He throws at the third man again, a solid center-mass shot to the solar plexus. The man shouts in pain, and stops advancing.

Great. Now there are four of them coming at him, four more at Artemis, and one hanging back, waiting for more of them to come out of the smoke.]

True enough!

[Tim's going for ranged weapons. She understands the reasons, but it's a lot easier to avoid thinking about the fact that she's probably going to die in a couple of days when she's fighting hand to hand.

There's four guys closing with her. They're angry and desperate, bigger than her, two have car jacks and a third has a picket sign. She's still got the advantage - experience, training, her own anger. Plus the first move, a leap and kick that takes the first guy down like a stone, leaving only three. She spares a glance towards Tim, though she suspects he's got this handled, and then moves. Block, drop, spin kick, a fist to a stomach as she comes back up and a quick spin gives a knee to a groin.]

[Building a collapsible staff like the one he was used to back home took two months' of paychecks and more time than he cares to remember. This one doesn't have an EMP generator, either. But as it telescopes out in his hands, the familiarity of it is more than worth it to him.

One stop thrust to the chest, followed by a leg sweep as the first assailant stumbles back. Down and out. Bruised sternum, maybe a concussion. These guys are angry, but they're not trained. He needs to be careful. The second guy grabs the staff -- great. He rocks back on his heels, pulls him off balance, and with a double-footed kick lofts him into the air over him. Stunned when he lands, probably nothing broken.

The smoke is starting to clear. They need to finish this fast, and impressively, before it gets out of hand.]

Any bright ideas?

[That's two and a half out of her four down, and she moves fast to bring down the last guy before number three gets back up, letting the padding on her arm absorb the swing of his wooden picket sign and smashing him under the chin with an uppercut. Number three is struggling up, but she kicks away his tire iron and puts a foot on his chest, glaring down. He takes the hint for the moment. She looks over at Tim, assessing his situation]

Hit them until they stay down. Tends to work.

[If only he knew maneuver seven. That's her favorite.]

[Tim vaults over one of his attackers, slamming the staff into the base of his neck, and kicks the last of this wave in the chest. For a moment, he eyes the dispersing smoke, and the movement and sound within.]

Handle anyone who makes it out.

[He vanishes, a snap of his cape and a flicker of movement headed into the cover of the cloud, and shortly thereafter the sounds of violence conspicuously resume.]

[ Sidelined. Totally her favorite place in the world. She eyes the smoke. A couple of guys emerge, but they're too busy coughing and trying to run away to even see her coming, much less make any effort to stop her knocking them out.

Yeah, this whole waiting for other people to beat the bad guys up thing is boring and also irritating. Nobody's coming out of here looking to cause trouble. She wades into the smoke and lays into the first guy she sees.]

[Scuffle after scuffle ends in a panicked retreat by the members of the mob, long silences punctuated by the sound of painful impacts or frightened shouting suddenly cut off. Elsewhere, he can hear echoes and whispers of similar noise -- Artemis, cleaning house as fast as he can, or faster. Finally, there's only one more shape in the heart of the smoke -- and Tim is almost too late to pull the attack when he realizes it's Artemis, much closer and stealthier than he expected.]

[ Artemis' fist stops a couple inches from his face, and she blinks and then grins. If it's a little bit wild and sharp, who cares? She drops it and shrugs as the smoke starts to settle.]

Looks fixed to me.

[There's a moment of silence and the sound of people running away as anyone left conscious scatters.]

You're good.

[ Shrugs. If it had been her Robin saying it, she might have reacted more. ]

I took my training to heart.

You can't tell me you got all those moves from Green Arrow.

[No offense to Ollie, after all. But his style was much flashier than hers. Big, showy movements; messier and more satisfying hits rather than efficient takedowns.]

[ She hadn't been absolutely positive he was trained by Batman until he said that. ]

No. I had a couple different teachers.

[Evasive. Huh. Interesting. But then, Tim's not especially sure he'd want to talk about training under Shiva, or his more recent apprenticeship under Ra's. He filed the information away for later reference... if there is a later. With the world ending, it really doesn't matter all that much.

He just hated to leave a mystery unsolved.]

We make a pretty good team.

[Easier to admit because it's obviously true.]

Still. Maybe next time we can do a little more scaring, a little less punching. If there is a next time. It's easier on the knuckles.

[ That gets a genuine smile from her, if a little sad. She misses her team. ]

Yeah, we did.

[ She shrugs. Yeah, her hands hurt a little bit now, but that's what gloves are for. Also it's a lot more satisfying. ]

Well, if you can come up with a good way to scare people, sure.

I'll work on it.

[No need to patrol together further at the moment. Ninja vanish time.]

You do that. [Rolls her eyes at the ninja vanish and heads off herself.]

[OPEN, Jan. 13th-14th]

[Cindy will be breaking into any government buildings she can find and copying any and all information she can find to try and figure it out. Keeping-the-peace types, feel free to try and stop her. (Coming with the warning that she's been training in martial arts and how to kill people for two hundred years+, so, uh.)]

[OPEN]

[Fully armored, armed, and shrouded in tech armor, Shepard looks rather different than he does in a police uniform. Like Cindy, he's focusing on government buildings, searching for any signs of higher technology, or even just where the Hell people have been vanishing to.]

[ OPEN ]

[ Eridan doesn't know what he's gonna do with all these Juanes TV's... but he knows he doesn't want other people to get them! That would be if he stopped shooting this laser gun indiscriminately around the electronics section. ]

[Yosuke really hopes this kid has terrible aim, because HOLY SHIT he is definitely not getting paid enough for this. Well, technically he's not getting paid at all, because his manager has gone AWOL and apparently he's the only part-timer still invested enough in his job to show up and fend off the looters. Which is why he's covering behind an entertainment unit, still in his staff apron and holding a monkey wrench in each hand, waiting for a break in the shooting so he can sneak a peek and maybe find an opening.]

[ okay he'll take a break in what's really just a lot of shooting the cheaper models and some of the overhead light fixtures. Hmm.. maybe one of these would be good as an end of the world present for Rory and Amy? Are any of these water resistant? Where's a sales associate when you need one? Running in fear from your rampage, most likely. ]

[Yosuke just counts himself lucky this kid is getting so caught up in browsing that he forgets that he's looting stuff. Poking his head warily around the unit, he waits until his back is turned before making his move: diving out between the gaps in furniture and throwing one of his wrenches ninja-star style in a direction that he hopes is the kid's head - he can't be sure though, it's kind of hard to aim when you're flying through the air and praying you don't land on shrapnel.]

[ He has been raised for battle against all manner of seafaring monsters and particularly aggressive other teens, so this should be no surprise to him. An ambush! He's rusty on underhanded, close range fighting tactics, so forgive him if he only realizes the stars trajectory a moment before it connects. Eridan turns his face sharply and- ]

SON OF A WWHORE!!

[ Fuckkkkk that hurts. Okay, to be honest it only grazes the corner of his forehead, knocking his glasses clear off his face. Eridan kneels on the ground to pick them up, please don't be broken! The lens, that's fine, but not the frames! They were mad expensive and I hope you're proud of yourself, Yosuke. ]

[To be honest, Yosuke is honestly stunned that that even worked. Like let's face it he was kind of flying by the seat of his pants on that one. He pauses, revelling in the momentary glow of doing something totally badass for once, before realizing 1) that kid has a gun, and 2) he's just blown his cover.]

Shit, shit, shit!!!

[Preparation thrown to the wind, he makes a dash at Eridan and tries to rugby-slide the gun out of his hands.]

[ Who the fuck is you?? Eridan struggles because like hell he's giving this weapon up, there is a long line of people who would massacre him if he was unarmed, thanks, and Yosuke can just take a freakin number. Mid slapfight, Eridan suints enough to see his attacker clearly.

He has no idea who this person is. ]

Fuck off, wwould you??

[ snarls and aims an elbow right at Yosuke's throat. ]

[The elbow doesn't quite connect with his larynx, but it DOES get him sharply in the clavicle, causing him to cough but not to choke. In retribution he throws all his weight on the kid - not exactly much of a threat but he suspects he's got a handful of pounds on him that can work to his advantage - while trying to wrestle the gun out of his hands.]

Like hell I will!!

Edited 2012-01-16 05:02 (UTC)

[ It is a scrap now, I hope you're ready. Eridan stumbles over his own feet after Yosuke throws his fat ass against him and the two boys sprawl across the floor. Luckily enough they don't happen to land on Eridan's glasses (small m...no not miracles), but still this isn't the most graceful or comfortable fall he's taken in his life. All right this is silly. Eridan jerks the butt of the gun right into Yosuke's face. ]

Do I evven knoww you??

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