The Crossing ((open RP))

Atlas Park, PPD Precint

The Captain leaned back in his chair, watching the feed for the events in Kings Row.
Technically, it wasn't his beat, but...

The silver robot, shifting into a car.
The symbol on the side.
He grinned, before tapping the button on his Police Scanner.

"This is Captain Ron Belle to all units at the Kings Row killing scene. Be advised, subjects are extremely dangerous, I repeat, extremely dangerous. Advise taking them all into max-sec custody, over."

At the scene, a number of cops glanced at their scanners, exchanging glances while a number of them pulled out their sidearms and, in a few cases, heavier weapons from the trunks of the PPD cars.

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

Kings Row, Gathering

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Originally Posted by Rebel_Scum "Sorry", Ildela apologised after being told the truth of the matter. That and the way it was said suggested she wasn't as bad as the first impression suggested. A little stuck up maybe, but not as much as some. Which was thankful, as Ildela had a low tolerance for people who thought they were better than her. "That's kinda the impression you were giving, though. Just saying. That and there's the odd one around here who thinks that way and they cause all kinds of trouble.... the dead guy back there, for one."

Mirel nodded sympathetically, “I can understand, I’m usually far more diplomatic, it’s just been quite the trying day, even before I wound up here, I’ll have to tell you about it sometime”

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Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha "Well, anyone who wants a ride, hop in," he offered, machinery giving off the same distinctive sound as he transformed back to vehicle mode, the cars four doors popping open at the same time.

The grin on her face widened as she watched Silver transform, glancing over his car form a little more thoroughly, “Now that is travelling in style, though can you hold on for a moment? There’s someone who has the air of authority around him here, which it’s nice to finally come across”

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Originally Posted by Pious "Anyways, lets do this dance. Names and City Hall hero registration ID cards please. We'll process you with due credit for today's work and see where it goes from there. Unfortunately a couple of you's will see some lock-up time for unlawful violence, destruction of property and murder but we'll get to that. For now let's see some ID. Don't drive, fly or run away now will ya? I really hate having ta chase you capes, know what I mean?"

“Greetings to you then official, I am Cathak Mirel, and I’m not sure what kind of ID you’re talking about, I only just arrived here, though we are on our way to this City Hall which you’ll be pleased to hear”

She let out a little chuckle, even as she edged ever so slightly into a defensive stance at the sight of the police officers behind the detective.

“You’re quite the comedian though, detaining us indeed, I know this little tavern you could make a killing with that kind of humour”

Awesometastic Girl takes one look at the police readying 'better' guns, before wiggling into the back seat, keeping low to the 'cars' floor, the more metal between her and the guns the better in her book. Even if said metal was a transforming robot!

Derek, still resting on his sheathed sword, peered at the detective for a moment, appraising the man's outfit out of pure curiosity more than anything. Then he spotted the cops behind him arming themselves. Not good.

"Erm," the wanderer turned to the Outsider, "I'm getting the feeling this place is getting a lot less friendly by the minute, if you know what I mean."

The Outsider glanced behind her, curious to know what fate had ultimately decided to drop on her head this time. What she saw was a little, disconcerting to say the least.

"Oh, no." she muttered as she turned to face the detective. "Oh no no no no no!"

Derek remained where he stood, raising an eyebrow at his partner, who was now storming over to the detective with determination.

"Excuse me!" the young woman then yelled out to the detective. As she approached the man, she waved at him in an effort to grab his attention. "Detective? Excuse me, sorry, but if you'd kindly give us a few minutes before you start foolishly waving your guns about, I'd be more than happy to explain, in full, the current situation we all seem to have found ourselves in."

A quick glance at both the amassing cops as well as the strange braggart attempting to speak to the detective herself led her to add: "Though I can't speak for everyone else, mind, but I think whipping out the shotguns so rashly might cause more problems than we all need right now."

Kings Row, Police Blockade

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Originally Posted by Pious "Please tell me I've misunderstood something. Because I'd really hate to have to throw all your a*ses in jail right now. Maximum security prison weren't built to cage heroes, know what I mean?"

Mirel shook a finger at the detective, like a mother telling a small child off for stealing from the cookie jar.

“No, we slew an Anathema, a demon wearing the skin of a man, you’re lucky we did else it would have corrupted and lead this entire city-state to its doom.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, causing a slightly armoured clank as she did so.

“As the Texts say, it’s the right thing to do to keep the world in balance, and last I checked divine law supersedes mortal law”

There was an almost playful smirk working its way onto her face now.

“Besides, do you really think you could hope to detain us if you pushed the issue?”

One palm struck the Outsider's forehead, an act making clear her frustrations with Mirel. Her other free hand was then quick to make an attempt at gently pushing the bigmouth to one side.

"Okay, just disregard what she just said for a moment," she sighed, cracking a nervous smile to the detective. "Basically, most of us here, if not everyone, aren't from this world, okay? Something... happened and we all got dumped into this universe without any obvious way of getting back to our respective homes and without so much as a single pointer as to how one should be conducting oneself, case and point, Miss Holier Than Thou here."

As she said this, the Outsider jerked a thumb in Mirel's general direction.

"We've been thrown into the deep end here and unfortunately someone keeps tearing down all the signs pointing to the shallow one. Look up and you'll see what I mean. None of us - bar myself to a very small degree and maybe a couple of others at the least - have a damned clue about the laws and customs of this city alone, never mind the rest of this world. So I'm of the opinion that throwing a bunch of multiversally-displaced individuals into the slammer would be counter-productive and may cause more harm than good for everyone. If anything, these people need to return to their homeworlds as soon as possible. That's not going to happen in a prison cell, okay?"

The Outsider paused for a moment to catch her breath. Rambling on can be hard on the lungs, she noticed.

"I know, some of these people just killed a guy and disrupted part of the city's public transport network in the process, but they didn't know any better and I'm guessing that they certainly didn't have anyone around at the time a certain giant crab paid a visit to teach them."

A squad sergeant moved up, handgun lowered but still clearly ready.
"You even listening to your radio, Mulligan?" he muttered, tapping his own strapped to his flak vest.

"This is Captain Belle, to all units in Kings Row. I repeat, those at the killing scene are to be considered armed and dangerous. They are to be detained, asap," came the message again, over the radio.

"And, frankly, I ain't arguing," the sergeant added, nodding to the others, some of whom had lowered their guns and who now raised them again. "You lot, stay right where you are. I'd advise you don't make any more trouble. I really don't want to have to call SWAT and armour units in here."

From his expression, it was clear he was telling the truth, on multiple fronts. Mostly because the cops here would be no match for the group, but for most that wasn't going to stop them doing their duty.
SWAT and armour, on the other hand, could cause some damage. And some serious mess if the fight, should it come to that, got out of hand.

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

Amatus took one last look at the group before continuing on his way. He internally sighed with relief as the PPD converged on the group - the only thing he had to do with the whole ordeal had been with healing some commuters. They had no reason to come after him.

Two blocks later, Amatus' journey was impeded when a Mortificator and a slew of abominations leapt (or shambled, as it were) in front of his path. "Good day, sir." Said the mortificator in a fake cheery and obviously deranged tone, brandishing a blood-covered and tarnished hacksaw. "Are you prepared to make a donation to the cause of scientific advancement?"

Amatus took one look at the abominations and stopped dead in his tracks. "Stars above..." He whispered.

"Yes yes, it is a rather big deal." The mortificator agreed. "I suppose I can allow you a moment for prayer or..."

"It is absolutely atrocious..." Amatus whispered, fury creeping into his voice.

"Now look here, I will not have you denouncing my work." The mortificator said darkly. "This is for the greater good, you know - here I am, helping to try and elevate humanity beyond the reaches of death and I never get so much as a 'tha-"

"Your reanimation technique is atrocious, you dolt!" Amatus screamed, advancing on him and throwing his arms in the air. "I can tell just by looking that none of those things have fully secured muscle ligaments! Their skin is not producing any keratin if their leathery quality says anything, so they would fall to pieces if I sprayed water on them!"

"Oh. Uh." The mortificator stood there sheepishly. He had heard from some friends over in the Rogue Isles that occasionally villains would drop everything and lecture them on their methodology, but he had never expected to actually encounter one.

Amatus had approached one of the abominations and was prodding it experimentally. "Low overall coordination and balance, limited eyesight, no hearing, its center of mass is in its chest, and..." He felt at its neck. It just stood there, awaiting a command from its perplexed handler. "...Can this thing even turn its head? IDIOT!" He said, turning and screaming into the mortificator's face.

"Uh. It can vomit acid?" The mortificator said meekly.

"So what? Anything with a working stomach can vomit acid if only due to technicality! And if these things are not producing keratin, they are most certainly not producing the needed enzymes to protect their stomach lining, which means that they must be part construct." Amatus said, trembling with barely contained rage. "And, of course, there is the small fact that they are rotten and falling to pieces even as we speak. These...are a disgrace. From the number of varying bits in each of these, I would say it takes at least ten specimens to make a single one of these shambling, artless piles of filth. And yet, despite having clearly gone through the trouble to acquire the resources necessary to construct them, you half-***** the rest of the work and you cheated by using mechanical aid. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Well...These things are kinda mass produced." The mortificator said carefully, now somewhat nervous. The man was obviously crazy, and probably a necromancer or something, which meant he would have to tread carefully. "And like you said, its takes a lot to make these things, so there is a lot of cutback, and the Eidolon surgeons get first pick..."

Amatus facepalmed. "Ah, I see. These are a corporate effort. But alright." He straightened up and and adapted a thoughtful look. "I can think of a few ways to improve upon their template without any additional expenditure of resources..." A fleshy tendril peeked out from the folds of the wrappings around his head...

The Sergeant glowered slightly. Even given the situation, he wasn't used to taking backtalk from a Detective.
"I'll take that under consideration, Mulligan," he said curtly, motioning a few squadies forward with handcuffs, "But you don't see the Statesman or anyone turning folks to pulp just because they can. That's why theres laws."

Silver, being in vehicle mode, obviously had no face on which to hang an expression. But his voices tone did a good job of conveying 'raised eyebrow'.
"Well...up to you guys. What d'ya reckon?"

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

(( Ok assuming no Police Helicopter has shoot us down..))

Ethan swapped to a two handed grip at about four feet off the ground, and for the eyes shut method of flying as Ildela conveyed him to the non-descript truck.

Proud that he had both kept his breakfast and had not screamed once, Ethan reopened his eyes once he was firmly back on the ground.

“ ya, well that wasa kinda fun I guess, a tad more warning up front would be nice.. “

Ethan looked at the non-descript truck, and then at the area around.

“so where is this D place , now flashing sign ? “ he asked Ildela.

Ineloo looked to Sarkh's captain for her cue, having already stated that she would go with them to the City Hall, she didn't want to end up going in the wrong direction.

Other than that, she made sure her bow and quiver were secure on her back and concentrated on being inconspicuous - the armed and uniformed men around them were clearly this world's version of the City Watch, and her usual occupation was not one they were normally inclined to look on kindly. That said, if she kept quiet and was really lucky, maybe they wouldn't notice her and she'd be able to slip away when the rest of them left.

"Captain..." Sarkh's voice rumbled in a tone even deeper than usual, his growing irritation at the situation made ever more clear with his piercing amber pupils regarding the approaching humans in a most disapproving manner, "They're being disrespectful. Very disrespectful."

Oxana merely raised a four-fingered hand. The Cerosian's use of English and particular enunciation made it obvious his words were a warning, not an actual complaint, but she nevertheless felt addressed to her responsibilities. It was time to go to work.

"Detective." Kalkartova stepped calmly before the conversing PPD personnel, looking first to the investigator, then the enforcer, and then to both, the electronic modulation of her voice obscuring some of its intent, but not enough to mask that the person inside was also quite dissatisfied - especially not with that heavy Slavic accent, "Sergeant. The rest of you. You'll do no such thing."

"In case you don't recognize me, I'm the Crimson Captain, founder and leader of the Red Hammer super group." she stated colloquially, "I'm sure you can guess who else is a member. As for the others, not only've they proven their heroic nature by preventing further loss of life after the incident for which you'd like to arrest them, but you might also notice that the actual perpetrator of the murder with which you accuse them has already fled the scene in plain sight of all your forces."

"As such," Oxana stated coldly, crossing her arms, "you've no logical reason whatsoever to detain them. I suggest you not try. Not only are you going to get trouble from then, but from our lawyers as well. I don't think I need to remind you of the FBSA's particular dislike of this subject. They've not forgotten the Might for Right Act - and neither have we."

It was all a lie, of course. But the Detective didn't know that. Neither did the Sergeant. In fact, no one but Oxana's crew and those she'd spoken to on the tram did. As far as the rest of the world - not to mention Paragon's hero registry database - was concerned, Mulligan was indeed currently talking to the head of the Red Hammer, a super group founded in the late 1960s, when a cadre of the Soviet Union's lesser-known heroes, abused by their government in a series of deadly and deforming medical experiments, had managed to flee their country and sought asylum in the U.S.

It had been granted - and thus, much like other hero groups small in number and not much in the public eye, they'd been keeping the Land of the Free exactly that for nearly five decades now.

On paper.

Oxana smiled beneath her opaque visor. They may have been average fighters, but the members of her EWD team were absolutely brilliant when it came to information warfare...

Kings Row, Police Blockade

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Originally Posted by DeviousMe "Captain..." Sarkh's voice rumbled in a tone even deeper than usual, his growing irritation at the situation made ever more clear with his piercing amber pupils regarding the approaching humans in a most disapproving manner, "They're being disrespectful. Very disrespectful."

“He’s being quite isn’t he?” Mirel said in a deadpan dripping with condescension.

“I have been quite patient with you Official, but I am not a Child of Pasiap, I will stand and wait for your ‘plan’ no longer”

And with that she spun around and started making her way towards Silver, her pace nice and measured, not the angry storming off you’d expect.

“Come everyone, onto the transport, it’s time we were on our way, activate your engine and be ready to move Automaton” She barked out, once more falling into a commanding frame of mind.

"Aww, hell," the Sergeant growled, thumbing his radio, "Captain, the suspects are moving to evade detainment!"

"Then arrest them! All units in the area, get in there and stop them! Pronto! Backup is standing by, over!"

"Right," the Sergeant acknolwedged, nodding to the men around him. Despite a few worried and borderline scared expressions, they all raised their weapons and sidearms. "You lot!" he roared at those of the group still out in the open, "Hold it right there!"

"Yeah, this is looking bad," Silver muttered, backing up fast to bring himself level with Mirel. "We are outta here!" The Autobots engine roared, slamming straight up to top gear as soon as Mirel and any others that there were room for were aboard.

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

The Outsider, who was at the time still taking a few seconds to consider her options after mention of the detective's 'plan', stayed right where she was the whole time, as did Derek. The main difference between the two of them being, in their reactions to everyone simply opting to leg it, couldn't have been more different.

The Outsider, for a start, could only gawk at the sheer idiocy of everyone's actions. Where they -trying- to get themselves killed? It certainly seemed that way to her, at least.

Derek, on the other hand, simply smirked. It was almost as if he was enjoying the show of what could have equally have been considered both bravery and stupidity.

"It's days like this when I think the whole of reality has a vendetta against me." the Outsider groaned before turning to the detective. "If that offer's still open, I'll take it. Just cuff me and my friend with the sword and we'll co-operate."

"Wait, what?" Derek protested.

"Just shut up and surrender your sword, will you?" she quietly snarled back at the wanderer. A clear sign that her patience was wearing thin. Derek had little choice (unless he wanted to get himself ventilated on the spot) but to comply, picking up the sword by its scabbard and carefully offering the hilt to the detective.

"I hope you know what you're doing." he muttered as he awaited the cuffs.

Kings Row, Police Blockade

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Originally Posted by Techbot Alpha "Aww, hell," the Sergeant growled, thumbing his radio, "Captain, the suspects are moving to evade detainment!"

Mirel didn’t bother to turn around, just uttering a single scorn laced word from her mouth as she brought her next step down hard.

“Mortals…”

As her foot connected with the ground, it suddenly gained the consistency and appearance of wet clay, coloured as though it were still road or sidewalk, which proceeded to shape itself with unseen hands, rising up to block off the police officers lines of fire, and provide everyone enough cover to get the hell out of their before they were shot.

Everyone that is aside from the Outsider and the Detective, who suddenly found the ground they were standing on was suddenly a small pit as the ground once more hardened from it’s clay like form.

Mirel took her chance and leapt onto the Silvers roof, crouching there for now, “I would advise that everyone gets here or on their own transport now, it is not a good idea to stay where the enemy knows where we are”

The Sergeant moved to cuff the Outsider and Wanderer. To his credit, he didn't 'slap the cuffs on', which tended to chafe and be a little uncomfortable, isntead putting them on quickly, quietly and professionally.

It did also mean he was caught in the same pit-trap as them and the Detective.
"Damnit! Take them down!" he shouted up "We've got a mage in there! Dispatch, suspects are making a getaway! Captain, we could use that support, asap!"

"Not to worry, Sergeant. We have some heavy hitters en route, over."

Up above, the jumpier officers opened fire, the others quickly following suit, although they were doing little more than shooting at a wall by now.

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Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

Mulligan sighed as things started to get a little out of his control. He looked to those who had trusted in him and offered themselves for arrest. "Don't worry, I won't abandon you. Just stay close to me, I'll get you out of this mess" he reassured them, even as they sat trapped in a road pit. "You know, this kinda thing happens all the time here... Paragon City, home of the brave baby," he laughed madly. "Welcome to our world... hope you enjoy the adventure!"

Oxana scowled behind her faceplate. So much for that idea. Too bad, too. A few more seconds, and the EWD techs would've been ready. She quickly canceled the operation. Better to not show these people all the crooked dice the Captain of the GONAROV still had in her pockets. As usual, her orders went with minimal signal, pulse delivery, and psychotically twisted encryption, making it damn near impossible to detect, let alone intercept.

Not that they were really needed, that was. Common sense provided plenty of guidance. The only exception was a certain Cerosian, the sapphire-scaled Sarkh feeling deeply accosted by all of this. These vile little snacks and their toys were taking his self-enforced discipline as entirely too granted. For now, his self control and good will still outweighed his annoyance with them, but if one of them so much as touched him...