[ We find Daegal being faced with the option of giving up his wallet or his life. This cannot end well. Meanwhile, not far away, we find Miya walking along unsupervised in New York. This can't end well, either. ] ... shall we dance? [ The guy trying to mug Daegal has a knife. No idea about Miya. Session start! ] ... you're kidding, right? * Miya walks along. Hey, neat neighborhood! The guy with the knife looks insulted. "No I ain't kiddin', man! Gimme ya' fuggin' wallet!" You're trying to mug me? *barely keeps himself from busting out laughing* Give you my wallet... oh man, that's great. You're killin' me, dude. You know who I am? The man glares. "I ain't tryin' nuthin', man!" He takes an inexpert swipe at Daegal. Just 'cause. No, he apparently doesn't know who Daegal is. ^_~ ( Does Daeg try to avoid the knife? Y'know, just for kicks. ) ( Yeah. He hates getting slashed. ) Daegal is cut! The knife digs a shallow line along his bicep. Meanwhile, Miya walks by just in time to see a guy get cut. * Miya blinks. "Hey!" she yells, running into the alley. ... now why'd ya have to go and do that. We're having a nice conversation, and you gotta go and slash me. That hurts, y'know? * Miya slows down as she nears and sees them talking. Um. "Man, what're you, deaf? I sayd gimme ya' wallet! So gimme ya' damn wallet!" * Miya gets the picture already. She tries sneaking around the knife guy. * Daegal sighs. "Crooks nowadays." *lunges at the man* * Miya stops. O-kay. * Daegal slips to the right of the man, slips his right leg behind his legs, grabs the man's head with his right hand, and pushes, trying to trip the crook and drive his head into the ground. The crook is driven. Into the ground. * Miya stares. * Daegal blinks. "Musta got me good with that slash..." *starts glowing* "That was a *really* bad idea..." * Miya stares more. "Um." The crook apparently agrees, because he stares wide-eyed at the glow and doesn't bother getting back up. * Daegal picks the thug up with one hand around the throat, lifts him into the air, and slams him against the wall. "Now, since this is gonna turn into another nasty scar, I'd appreciate it if you'd share any interesting underworld gossip you've heard. And be quick about it... pain puts me in a baaaaaaaad mood." The crook continues to stare against. "I-I ain't know nothin', man! I jus' got heuh!" You suuuuuuure about that? * Daegal grins nastily. "Yeah I sure!" * Miya looks from Daegal to the crook and back, waffling in indecision. ... well damn. *tosses him upside down into a garbage can* * Miya sweatdrops. * Daegal eyes the slash wound on his arm, pulls some bandage out of a pocket, and wraps up the wound. "Another scar, and nothin' to show for it. Might as well take this guy out to the curb so a patrol car'll spot him." The crook decides to stay where he is. That's a passive decision, tho. * Daegal lifts the can up, and turns around... and finally notices Miya. "Umm... hi." * Miya eeps. "Hi I didn't see anything honest!" she manages in accented English. Heyhey, don't be scared. I'm just your average everyday glowing street vigilante. ( That's going into the quote file. And there will be a quote file. ) * Daegal places the crook inna can on the curb. "This really ain't a good neighborhood for a young girl like yerself to be wandering around alone. All sorts of wierdos runnin' around, most of 'em more dangerous than that mook." ( Actually, even better. I'm gonna have quotes on your charsheets. ;P ) You lost're somethin'? * Miya glances around nervously. She's a young, asian teenager and very small, as in much shorter than five feet tall small, with straight, chin-length black hair. She's wearing jeans and a sweater, and sunglasses. * Miya blinks. "Um, no. Just... just walking around. ... Are you really glowing?" * Daegal stops glowing. "... well, not anymore. But yeah, I was." * Miya smiles a little. "Oh." Okay. Um. I guess I'd better go. * Daegal is a tall (6'), lanky guy with unruly short, curly black hair, metallic blue eyes, and semi-tanned skin. He's wearing a tank top and track pants, and has a whole buncha scars on his arms, in addition to the new one. Like I said, this really ain't a safe area for a walk... you want I should walk ya home, just in case? Well, I... I mean, I'll be fine. Really. * Miya bows. "I appreciate your concern." * Daegal grins. "No problem, kid. s'what I do 'round here. If anyone gives you any trouble, just say you know Scarface, and they'll run like there's no tomorrow." Sc- Scarface? * Miya gulps. Yeah. 'cause of all the scars I got. None on my face yet, though... never really understood the nickname. * Miya smiles nervously. "Guess it doesn't make sense." Eh, guys down at the precinct need somethin' to call me. Can't exactly go around callin' the local deliverer of street justice by his real name. *chuckles* * Miya is reminded of a conversation about nicknames and giggles. 'sides, Scarface is a heckuva lot more intimidating than my real name. Well, I guess... um. I guess you can walk me until it's safe? This place isn't safe, right? With me along for the ride? You might as well be walkin' through City Hall. *grin* Ah, right. Well, um. Let's go. Without... yeah. I do my best, but there's more bad guys than either I or the cops can handle. * Daegal salutes crisply, then winces, remembering one of his arms is slashed open. "Will do!" * Miya nods and starts walking out, presumably towards where she lives. "I guess. I just didn't notice." She glances back at Daegel. "Um. Do you want to get that looked at first?" Nah, it'll be fine. I heal quick. Okay. If you're sure. * Daegal chuckles. "I get hurt worse than this going out for milk in the mornin'." ... People fight over milk around here? No, but on the way there's usually a gunfight or two to be broken up. Oh. * Miya makes a face. "Guns're stupid." Mugging, occasional bank robbery... all that sorta stuff. Who'd put a bank in a bad neighborhood? Very stupid people. * Miya considers, then nods. That would make sense. ... so, you usually stop and watch when glowing guys beat up muggers? * Miya looks down at the ground as she walks. I guess... if you mean 'usually' by 'every time I saw it', then yeah. Understandable. Ain't the sorta thing you see every day. Nuh uh. But Spider Man, Daredevil... those guys stick to Manhatten, mostly. Someone's gotta look out for good ol' Brooklyn. * Miya smiles nervously. "Aren't you, um, afraid of... well, the camps and stuff?" Camps? What, the ones they're puttin' people with powers in? Yeah. * Daegal shrugs. "Not really. Local police like the work I do. They'd never rat me out, and anyone who came into Red Hook lookin' for me would hafta go through them first." Oh. * Miya nods. That's good. Official NYPD policy on guys like me ain't too friendly... but the beat cops love it when I can get at guys they can't. Why d'ya think they never catch the Punisher? Punisher? Who's that? ( Mwahaha! ) Yeah, Punisher. Big guy with a skull on his chest. Shoots bad guys. Mostly in Manhatten, but sometimes comes to the outer boroughs. Nice fella. * Miya bites her lip. "You met him?" He doesn't sound so nice to her. Nah, but word from the cops say he ain't that bad. Don't much care for his methods... I'm not big on killing every mook I come across. But I can't argue with the results. * Miya frowns at that. I don't think I'd like him too much. Understandable. I mean, the guy goes around shooting people. Even if they're bad guys, that rubs a lotta people the wrong way. Hell, rubs me the wrong way. But... Saying it works isn't really an excuse. * Miya idly kicks at a beercan, sending it sailing into the distance. * Daegal shakes his head and chuckles grimly. "Spend enough time on these streets... nah, it's not an excuse by any means. But the guys he's taken down... he's saved thousands of lives. Maybe even tens of thousands." Nice kick. Thanks. And that's good, but what about the people he killed? Killing them doesn't save their lives. You're right, it doesn't. Better they be brought to justice than just killed... but if I met him, I couldn't see myself trying to take him in either. * Miya shrugs. "Okay. It's just... still wrong, though. There are other ways, and he's not using it. That's kinda..." She frowns, trying to think of the right word. Extreme? * Miya snaps her fingers as she comes up with it. "Cowardly. That's what it is. Well, that too." I dunno about cowardly. The guy once broke up a meeting upstate with ten of the top crime bosses in the city. Just walked in the front door. That takes guts like I can't imagine. No. He's a coward in a different way. He even fights freakin' supervillians! Guys that shoot rays from their eyes and stuff like that... He's too scared to do what should be done, and just takes the coward's way out. It lacks control. That's his problem. So? He kills guys who should be stuffed into cans. * Daegal raises an eyebrow at Miya, then smiles, shaking his head. "You got yer head screwed on straight there, kid. s'good. Streets haven't gotten to ya." * Miya smiles sadly. "Haven't been there long." Good. Place like this... warps ya. Changes ya. s'like there's a different set of rules. * Miya shakes her head. Sensei always says there ain't enough people left who believe in the goodness of people. s'nice to meet one. You only have to follow the rules you want to. Right? * Miya blinks at the use of Japanese. "Sensei?" Yeah. You don't think I learned that nifty leg sweep on my own, didja? *grin* Well, I thought, maybe... what school? His own school. Judo variant. * Miya nods. "Cool." With a bit of Japanese pro wrestling mixed in. Pro wrestling... not really my thing. Yeah, it's kinda silly... but some of the moves they use are really good. Helps make up for the lack of really good offensive techniques in judo. Plus I know almost a hundred ways to twist someone into a pretzel. ^_^ * Miya giggles. "Salted?" Nah, sensei still hasn't taught me the salted pretzel techniques. Those're the *really* nasty ones. * Miya nods. "They would be difficult." So you know some sorta martial arts, I take it? Oh. Um, yes. That would explain the kick. * Miya rubs at the back of her head. "Not really made to be used against cans, I guess." What kinda style? Not anything power based... It's... well, a form of Shotokan, I guess is the best way to put it. * Miya looks into the distance. "Small school. Mostly just my family and whoever learns it from Dad." ('Scept every now and then someone teaches themselves. Oyajiiiii! ) (*facepalm*) ( Heh. ) So the small stature is just to put people off guard and hide your tru butt-whupping skills, right? * Miya snickers. "No, I'm really this short." s'not a bad thing. People underestimate ya. I guess. * Miya thinks about that for a bit, then shrugs. For me, being tall helps with the intimidation factor. People wouldn't exactly be quakin' in their Nike's if I looked like an average 15 year-old. * Miya blinks at Daegal. "You're fifteen?" Yup. Sixteen in a few months. Oh. Wow. * Miya blushes and looks at the ground again. "I- I mean, you don't look fifteen." Probably related to the whole glowin' thing, I figure. Maybe. I mean... well, you just don't. * Daegal chuckles. "Scars and stuff help too. Fightin' crime in this place ages ya before yer time." Just don't get gray hair early. Sometimes aging fast can be a bad thing. s'true. Sometimes wonder if I'm missin' out not doin' normal kid stuff... but I ain't no normal kid. * Miya smiles wistfully. "Who is anymore?" My sensei's kid... well, no, she's a little nuts. Relatively speaking, though. See, that doesn't fit either. Doesn't fit how? She's not normal either. Guess not... heck, who'd wanna be normal? Normal's boring. Boring, but safer. Plus glowing saves me lots on electric bills. * Miya giggles. "Really?" Yeah. But sensei has to beat me up a bit first to get the lights to come on. Oh. So you need to get beat up for it to work? * Miya thinks about that. Not necessarily beat up... pain's what does it, best as I can figure. Oh. I... guess that makes sense. As much as anything else. Kinda a crappy deal, I gotta say. Bet Captain America doesn't had to beat his head against a wall to get powered up before a fight. Yeah, and Captain America doesn't get locked up in camps, either. No fair. Anyone tries to lock me in some camp, they'll be gettin' a Brooklyn- style ass whuppin'. Um, I dunno about that. I bet they're used to that kind of stuff. Drop 'em on their heads or somethin'. * Miya snickers. Or maybe use the ultimate technique of my sensei's school on 'em... Does your school *have* an ultimate technique? Yup! Feared across the four corners of the Earth'n stuff, even. ... Then why haven't I heard of it? None dare whisper it's name. That's silly. So's the name. =P * Miya grins. "Sure." But I assure you, it is perhaps the most destructive technique known to man. Mmm hmm. Sure it is. Hey, I'm serious here! No man can stand before the power of the Testicular Claw! ... * Miya cracks up. 'specially when you pick 'em up and start shakin' 'em upside down and all... they go out like that! * Miya keeps laughing. Granted, it's ineffective on women... but like I said, no man can stand before it's awesome mightyness and stuff! ( ... I am SO gonna use the Testicular Claw first time we see Magneto. =P ) (Bwahaha!) * Miya hears that, then laughs harder. ( ...I must see that. ) ( Incapacitatingx5. ) Apparently, the person who developed the technique tried to figure out a version to use on women... he apparently died soon after. * Miya laughs and laughs. She reaches up to wipe tears out of her eyes. Y'know, I always wondered about that. Captain America and those guys... yeah, I know they fight for virtue and justice and all... but wouldn't their jobs be easier if they kicked the bad guys in the jimmies? * Miya giggles. "Stop. Ow." * Miya takes off her glasses and rubs at her eyes. * Daegal grins. "Allright, allright. But I'm tellin' ya, if I ever meet Captain America, I'm askin' him why he never kicks the Red Skull between the legs." * Miya looks at Daegal with blank, white eyes for a moment, then laughs again. Funky eye color there. Designer contacts or somethin'? * Miya snickers and calms down. "Huh? Oh, no." * Miya puts her sunglasses back on. ( That'd just be a cheap shot, son. The day I take cheap shots on the villains is the day I become a villain, too. ... ) ( Killing is a coward's way out. Kick 'em in the nuts instead.) ( It's the red skull! He's a freakin' Nazi! If he doesn't deserve a kick in the ol' family jewels, who does? ) So that's natural? Cool. * Miya blushes. Not really. That'd probably get me locked up all by itself. ( That's so gonna have to happen. It's too funny not to. ) (Oh dear. You do know that with this group, the Marvel Universe will never be the same.) ( That's the idea. ^_~ ) What, for having nifty eyes? More likely to end up on the cover of one of those fashion magazines. ( There we go. People Magazine's special Blank-Eyes edition. ) * Miya looks down at herself, then laughs. "I guess I'm stick figure enough." That why you wear the sunglasses, though? * Miya nods, looking down at the ground again. I... well, I'm a mutant, too. So I got kicked out of my house. Really? You get all glowy and stuff too? Huh? Oh, no. More just disappear and things. Kind of. Cool... never met anyone else with powers. Wait... you folks kicked you out? So where you livin'? * Miya smiles nervously. "Um. Well, I... kinda got in trouble when I went to Tokyo, so I was brought here." So now I'm living and going to school and stuff with a bunch of other people like... well, like us. To Brooklyn? No, to the States. There's a school? How come nobody ever sent me a brochure or somethin'? * Miya rubs at the back of her head. This is confusing. "Uh... the States. You know, this country?" Oh! I dunno. I think it's supposed to be secret. Ah, right. Makes sense. Yeah, I guess it does. * Miya tilts her head. "Anyway, um. I guess I can take you to see it, if you want." They teach ya how to control your powers and stuff? Yeah. They're trying to, anyway. * Miya smiles faintly. "At least I kinda know how mine work now." ... I won't have to wear spandex, will I? Um. I haven't yet? Good. It's impossible to be intimidating in spandex. If they make me wear spandex, I'll kick 'em in the face. Want me to do that if they make you wear spandex, too? * Miya nods sagely. Hmm... well, the people around here kinda depend on me... then again, if I could control my powers better, I might be able to get at some of the higher ups... Ah, what the heck. Lead on. ^_^ * Miya beams and does so! To a pay phone. ... are you calling a SuperTaxi or somethin'? That or I can try to make us get there right away, but I'm not very good at long-distance hops. ... your power is to turn into a pogo stick? * Miya giggles. "No." Good. 'cause that would just be sad. A sad pogo stick. * Miya gets to a phone, picks up the headset, plunks in some cash, dials a number, and waits. * Miya smiles with relief. At least it's not Charles. "Hi, Hank?" * Daegal blinks. Um... Brooklyn? * Miya covers the phone and looks to Daegal. "Which part of Brooklyn are we in?" Red Hook. Avenue E and 125th * Miya nodnods and speaks into the phone again. "Red Hook. Avenue E and 125th." (About the only way you could have made that sound worse is if you were on Martin Luther King Jr. Because *every* road named that is in a bad part of the neighborhood.) ( *snrk* ) * Miya blinks, then hangs up. "O-kay." s'wrong? I think Hank's worried. He wants me to wait on a roof or something. Worried? Wh- oh yeah. Red Hook. * Miya shrugs. Anyway, I guess I can get to a roof. Umm. * Miya looks around. Geez, it's not like Dr. Doom's gonna show up and try to rob the local bodega. * Miya giggles. That's... a really funny name. Dr. Doom? Who came up with that? There are several old brownstones and such around. Three or four stories. * Miya points out one of them. "Can you get there by yourself?" Hmm... you mind kicking me in the stomach? Uh... yes. Then no. * Miya chews on her lip. "Well, I never tried porting someone else, but I guess there's a first for everything." ... that's less than reassuring. But what the heck. * Miya grins and grabs Daegel's arm, then they both vanish in a flash of white light. * Miya appears on the roof! With Daegal! ... woah. Trippy. Careful. We're kind of close to the edge. ( Yo, one-eye. ...you wanna piece of me, punk? ) [ Session end! ]