[ We find Our Heroes in Manhattan, heading towards A Theater. They're probably going to see Terminator 2, which came out after a supervillain attack on Universal Studios caused a few months of delay. They're on foot, and for good reason; the traffic here does not move. ] [ Session Start! ] * Daegal looks around. "Never much liked Manhatten. Lacks the subtle charms of Red Hook." * Miya walks along, looking around as she does so. She has her sunglasses on now; it's anybody's guess as to if she'll take them off when the movie starts. Um... what charm? * Eric walks along, carrying a super-sized fry from McD's. He looks around while munching. "Nice place, people are so nice here." he states sarcastically. * Miya holds the other super-sized fry. She seems to be trying to keep the toxic grease away from her face. * Daegal grins at Miya. "Exactly." *turns to Eric* "It's New Yawk. Whaddya expect, a red carpet? Be glad you haven't been run down by a cabbie yet." * Miya blinks. "Run down?" Run over. Cabbies in New Yawk are like big yellow bullets. * Eric finishes off his fries. "Well, at least they're easy to spot." * Miya opens her mouth, then closes it. She stares at Daegal in horror. * Miya absently hands the fries to Eric. You're not eating them? Thanks! * Eric takes her fries and starts eating. ^_^ * Daegal chuckles. "Just kiddin' ya, kid. The cabbies aren't actually tryin' to run people over... just seems that way." ... Oh. * Miya goes back to walking, a little embarrassed now. Some people practice defensive drivin'. Cabbies do offensive drivin'. * Eric finishes eating. "So, you live in New York for your entire life?" * Daegal nods. "Born'n bred in tha Red Hook section of Brooklyn. Second toughest area of the city." * Miya is almost afraid to ask, but does anyway. "What's the first?" (Get out of my head Ard!) (No.) South Bronx. Even the Avengers are scared to go there. Must be pretty bad. Heard some supervillian on metal stilts tried to rob a bank there a few months back... he ended up running into a police station to turn himself in 'cause everyone in the bank was carrying a gun. What if the bad guy's bulletproof? * Eric chuckles. "Sucks to be that guy." One of the old ladies was carryin' grenades. * Miya eyes Daegal. "You're making that up." No joke. They gave her a medal. The part about the old lady? Probably. The part about everyone carrying guns? I don't know. Granny Grenades is as real as I am. * Miya giggles. "Granny Grenades?" Okay, now I know you're making that up. * Daegal nods, grinning. "Local papers have a way with words." Which ones? The tabloids? No, no, I'm serious. *stops a random passerby* These two are from outta town, and they don't believe Granny Grenades exists. Tell 'em. * Miya eeps. "You don't need to make people go out of- um. Hi?" * Eric shrugs. "G'day." ( Yuuuuuuuuuuuu? ) The random passerby, a blond-haired, blue-eyed guy dressed to the nines, all in white, eyes the lot of you, then shrugs. "Yes, 'granny grenades' is real. She actually tried to blow me up once." * Miya stares at him. Really? Thanks, man. *turns to the others* See? "Well, she did." * Miya tries not to squeak. "Why'd she do that?" * Eric chuckles. "Well, if you really say so." The guy shrugs. "Dunno. I guess she didn't like my outfit." He chuckles. Oh. O- okay. * Daegal grins. "Yeah, that's Granny. C'mon guys, we don't wanna miss the movie." * Eric checks his watch. "We don't have much time." The guy eyes you all again, then wanders off in a direction he wasn't going before. Oh yeah! What were we seeing again? * Miya starts walking again. * Daegal walks. "Terminator 2. Starring Ahnold." * Eric continues along. "So, how many mooks do you think he's gonna take out this time?" I'd say... 30 mooks, 12 goons, and 6 thugs. Oh, and one boss, of course. Um. What's the difference? Between a mook and a goon, I mean. Mooks take one hit, goons take two. There're levels of henchmen. Mooks, goons, thugs, and so on. * Miya nods. "I see." Even though she obviously doesn't. You beat up the mooks to get to the goons, who tell you where the thugs hang... then you find out where the big fish are. ... You beat up fish? Once you get to the big fish, you find out there's a kingpin behind it all. No, you fry fish. Well, yes, I did beat up Jimmy the Fish. But he was a mob boss, not a herring. * Daegal nods at Eric. "In New Yawk, it's not *a* kingpin. It's THE Kingpin." * Eric nods. "Right, right." And whatta piece'a work that guy is... police can't touch 'em, even the superheroes can't touch 'em. Hm? Why's that? ( Ah, The Kingpin. Mr. Richard 'This Really IS Glandular' Fisk. ) Police can't touch him 'cause he owns half the politicians in the city. Superheroes can't touch him 'cause he's careful about getting personally involved. Plus, he's built like a frikin' tank.' Oh, that Kingpin. So a kick in the face doesn't work, huh. I don't think a boot to the head would work either, would it? Oh, it'd work. Just won't do much good. Can't have him arrested without evidence. And knowing him, he won't have any? 'xactly. * Miya pouts. * Eric checks his watch again. "Say, how far away is this place?" Every so often, Daredevil or Spidey or someone like that tangles with him, busts up some of his rackets... but nobody can ever connect the dots back to him. * Eric chuckles. "Must be interesting living in a place where all this happens." * Daegal chuckles. "Every cop I ever met would give his right kidney ta slap the cuffs on that bastard." s'much easier when the villian wears brightly-colored spandex and tries to blast people in broad daylight. Yeah, then when they ask for evidence, you just say he blew that up. ... not that I've ever gotten to fight a supervillian. Just run'a tha mill bad guys. I wouldn't be surprised if that changes, based on the institution we're at. * Daegal looks. "Just a few blocks down." * Miya sighs. "Finally." ( Are we there yet? ) * Daegal looks at Miya. "You got mob-type thingees back in Japan, right? The Yukkyza or somethin'?" * Miya winces. "Yeah." The yakuza. Ah yeah, them. Nasty buncha bastards. Sensei had some problems with 'em a while back... but pops took care'a that. *big grin* * Miya blinks at Daegal. "Your dad fought the yakuza?" * Eric listens, but doesn't say anything. These Yak-people seem wierd. My dad fought everyone. Was near the top of the anti-organized crime'n narcotics unit of the cops in Red Hook. You're now approaching the theater! There's a lot of large lines there, since T2 is expected to be a Blockbuster Hit (TM). ... That means they can show up here? Mostly the russians, but some yakuza, italian, triads... That can't be good, the way you're talking about them. Nah, not really. Yakuza don't have much of a presence in New Yawk. Other mobs muscled 'em out. It's a dog-eat-dog world, eh? * Miya sighs. "Oh, good." * Daegal hrms. "Some bad experiences with the yucky guys?" * Daegal goes to... Get On Line!(TM) Well, I kinda... ummm... * Miya hurries after Daegal. * Eric gets to... THE LINE! * Miya fidgets and mumbles, "I kinda helped beat them up." ... kickass! * Miya blushes. So you both beat up gangsters? More than I've ever done for the law- enforcement. * Daegal ruffles Miya's hair. "Didn't figure you for the street vigilante type. I'm impressed." Hey! * Daegal whistles innocently. o/~ * Miya bats Daegal's hand away and starts straightening her hair. "Well, um. He was gonna shoot Logan-san. So... um." (Yeah, well, it was Canadian law. Its moves were lame.) (Very lame, and proud of it!) Logan-sa... ah, one of the guys back at... er, school. * Miya nods. "Yeah. I didn't know they were yakuza, so... um. Anyway, I'm here to stay away from them, too." Sounds good to me. * Daegal grins. "Then ya got nothin' to worry 'bout. Between Daegal Redd and Splodey the Sporkmaster here, you're safe as can be." * Eric GLARES at Daegal. * Miya giggles. * Daegal whistles innocently. o/~ So what do you do besides beat up mooks and thugs? * Daegal blinks. "Erm... eat and sleep, pretty much. And go to school." Don't have any other hobbies? Sports, arts, anything? * Miya grins. "Maybe that is his hobby." * Eric smiles at that. "I guess so." * Daegal hrms. "Well, I train with sensei, but that's for the aforementioned mook-beating... I play a little sax, but most of my free times goes to wandering around and doin' the vigilante thing." The line moves up gradually. You're almost to the ticket booth! Ah, so ya got a little bit of musician in you? That's cool, I never did figure out how to play one of those things. * Daegal shrugs. "Pops always loved jazz. Just... relaxes me, I guess. Not as cathartic as dropping people on their heads, but it hurts less." You play- cool! * Miya walks along. * Eric chuckles and walks along. * Daegal smirks at Miya. "Hey, just because I'm some kinda street thug doesn't mean I'm some kinda street thug." * Miya tries to figure that out. "But if- that... uh." Don't try to figure it out, he's just talking nonsense. Oh. Okay. * Daegal just smiles. You reach the ticket booth! 'Bout damn time, too. (Yay!) (Terminator! Yay!) * Eric checks the times. How close is the next show? (This is early nineties, isn't it? Shouldn't we all be dressed in flannels and torn jeans?) (Yup. ~_^) ( No. You are insufficiently trendy. ) (Yes, we are. ;_;) The lady on the other side of the glass looks up. "What'll it be? And no, Terminator 2 isn't sold out yet." (Wow, she sounds like me.) (She does!) * Daegal nods, and stands straight up to look all matureish. "One adult and two kids for Terminator 2, please." * Eric glances over at Daegal, but doesn't say anything. The lady eyes Daegal, then shrugs. "Sure, whaddeva." She gives you tickets! "That'll be fifteen dollahs." (15 bucks for 3 people? Man that's cheap!) (It's the early nineties.) * Daegal pulls out the money. "I'll treat you guys this time. First time in the city'n all." *grin* (True.) * Eric nods and smiles. ( Nowadays, 3 tickets in NYC would be... $30. ) * Miya nods, noting that the sign says kids should be twelve and under. "Okay." (Yup.) (Oh, same in Chicago.) (Go down to AMC and it's more.) * Daegal hands the money to the ticket lady. ( REally? Only $21 here. ) The ticket lady gleefully accepts the money. "Enjoy the show," She says in a way that clearly tells you she couldn't care less about how much you enjoy the show. * Daegal takes the tickets, handing one to Eric and Miya, and heads in. (Woot! We're sneaking into a rated R movie!) (Wrong! It should be "Enjoy your show!) * Miya takes the ticket and walks after him. (Damn straight.) * Eric takes the ticket and walks in after Miya. ( It's New York. Even the theatre managers don't care about that stuff. =P ) ( Eh, whaddevah. ) (True. Not only is it New York, it's New York in the early '90's.) You go inside! According to what it says on the ticket, your theater is far off on the right. * Eric goes to the theater far off on the right! * Miya does too, and before Eric can ask, "I don't think we should get anything to eat." * Daegal mutters. "Sorry about the adult/kid thing... movie's rated R, an' I'm the only one that can pass for 17." * Daegal nods at Miya, and heads for the theater. * Eric looks back at the concessions stand. "Dangit." He goes to the theater. ( Give me a large cup of popcorn butter. ) (That's disgusting. It also has less calories than the real stuff.) ( Heh. ) (And yeah, I'd know this. ;P) (He's got a stomach of steel, not a stomach of adimatium.) (Err, Adamantium. It's okay. You get to your theater! Inside is a little walkway that takes you up to the seats. Yes, it's one of those theaters. Well, as long as we get food on the way home. [ Blocking the little walkway tunnel is four people. One of 'ems the one you talked to about Grenade Granny earler. The three others are of assorted races and builds, but they're all about your age. Besides the guy you recognize, there's another person in white; a black-haired, blank-eyed girl. There are two people in black; an slim Asian girl, and a large black fellow. All their outfits are flawless, and their posture's real good, too. ] * Eric puts his hands in his pockets. [ The guy you recognize looks over you all and says, "Well?" The blank- eyed girl in white says in a quiet, sullen voice, "You were right. They're all mutants, too. And they seem to know it." ] * Miya blinks and eeps, hiding behind Daegal 'n' Eric. * Eric stands besides Daegal, waiting for the four to move. * Daegal blinks. "... mind gettin' outta the way? Movie's about to start." [ The black guy eyes Eric. "Do I know you? You seem familiar." ] * Eric eyes him. "Yes," says the guy in white. "We mind. I'm afraid we have an interest in you, now. You see, you're mutants, and you're walking around in the open, but you're not wearing colors. This doesn't go over with us very well at all." No, I can't say I know you. Of course, that doesn't mean you don't know me at all. ... well, I'm sorry if my frikin' wardrobe's too bland for you. But I'd like to see the movie. * Miya tugs on Daegal's arm and half-whispers, "Colors?" He's from New York, he's got to know about this! * Daegal shrugs. "Dunno." I got no clue what they're babbling about, but it's making me miss the show. So move 'fore I get an usher. "I could care less about your wardrobe, really. It's just that... oh, I don't want to do this again. You tell them, Flashpoint." The Asian girl glares at him, then shrugs. "Fine, fine. You're mutants. Big things are going on with mutants right now, and they're about to get rather ugly. It'd be best if you picked a side, especially sine we don't tolerate non-affiliated mutants." "So, you can join us, or be dealt with. Your call." ... right. And who the hell're you guys supposed to be? The Black-And- White-Cookie Brigade? Nah, more like cookies and cream. Oh, I got it! You guys are the new Oreo mascots! Brilliant deduction! * Miya covers her mouth to keep herself from giggling. The guy in white says "We are the Hellions. We represent the interests of the Hellfire club. I hope you've heard of them?" * Eric hmms. "Can't say I have. What about you guys?" Hellfire Club? Yeah, that's the strip club over on MLK Boulevard in Bedford-Stuyvesant. * Miya blinks. "You represent a strip club?" Man, how low can you go? Not surprising with those outfits... The black guy rolls his eyes. The guy in white sighs. "Nevermind. You don't seem to have the mental capacity nor breeding to qualify, anyway. But for future reference? Do not trifle with us. Charlie? Candace?" Actually, I'm Eric, but you can call me Bob. [ The black guy clacks his tongue. The girl closes her eyes. Everyone needs Body rolls. ] And I'm Daegal, but you can call me Go Fuck Yerself... 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Miya (2d6) and gets 7. 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Eric (2d6) and gets 4. 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Daegal (2d6) and gets 6. [ The clack of the tongue sends you careening through the air and into the wall some ten feet behind you. It's apprently made of concrete. After that, the four all say goodbyes with assorted levels of sincerity, and then vanish with an audible 'blink'. ] ... what a buncha losers. Ow. * Eric gets up, rubbing his back. "No kidding." * Miya crashes into the wall, falls to the floor, and rolls to her feet. She vanishes in a flash of light, reappearing where they used to be. "Hey!" Next time I see them, they're not going to know what hit them. Next time I see 'em, I'm gonna shove the big black guy up the guy in white's ass. Sideways. * Eric winces. "Don't you think you should be a little kinder to them? I mean, after all, you need to knock them unconcious first." Point. I'll kick 'em in the nuts first. Righteo. ... we should probably tell the others about this, y'know. * Eric nods. "I have a bad feeling about this..." * Miya pulls off her glasses, since it's hard to see in a dark theater with them on. She frowns. But before then, let's catch the movie! Eh, I'm not afraid of anyone in color-coordinated costumes. Yeah, it's like someone in a chicken-outfit. ( Is that so? ) Chicken outfits are color coordinated. I guess. * Miya goes to grab a seat, doing her best to ignore the people who are likely staring at them because of the disturbance. ( Actually, nobody was in a position to see it. ;P ) * Eric runs in and grabs a seat, noting the average age group of people in the theater. * Daegal grabs a seat with the others. [ And so they enjoyed the movie, and almost forgot about the bumps on their heads. End session! ]