![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xp_dagger posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
xp_logsThe Heist goes to plan - almost. Ravens.
Wood squealed slightly against the metal floor of the delivery van as they pushed the box containing the hammer inside. "How're we looking, Cypher?" Amanda asked, touching her comms. "Any sign of Hatoru?"
Doug scowled at his monitors, judging distance and relative rates of speed. "Coming back at you, but you've got some time. Make it snappy, people."
“Snappy as a lobster.” Jubilee’s voice sounded over comms, followed by a caw, and the sound of a possible fight.
Marie-Ange slid over on the bench seat in the back of the van, picking at her face where the carefully applied makeup was hiding the scars around her eye. The prosthetic eye looked real enough, unless you saw that it barely moved, and frankly, she thought, it was uncomfortable. "Please yes, let us get moving before I claw my fake eye out. It itches. Should it itch? Scott never mentioned itching..."
"I don't know about itching but it looks weird," was Amanda's response. "I think I like the eyepatch better." She straightened up, wincing a little as she rubbed her back. "We really need someone with super-strength on this team."
"There's a long list of powers on the list of what we really need." Kevin muttered, not telling them that he'd modified his body under the skin in order to better leverage the weight. Aches and pains were non-shapeshifter problems. "Can we get out of here before the mall cops that pass for security around here stumble on to us?"
"Super-strength..." Marie-Ange's hands were busy on her face and then without very much reaction on her part, clawing at the secure box. "We need less strength, not more, Much less. We need to spread all the strength, give it to everyone." She blinked a few times. "Not like communism, not everyone, and none of the strong ones need it."
And then just as fast her hands were back at her face, thumb popping the prosthetic eye out and she rubbed at temples in relief. "Oh, that is a relief, that needed to be out of there an hour ago. A week ago." She set the eye down, pulled a plain eyepatch from her pocket. "Here, help me open this box while I cover the open part of my head, I cannot do both and oh get off that you stupid bird, that is a fake eye!" She swatted at the raven once the eyepatch was on and it skittered away and practically into Jubilee's hair.
“Dude! Can we not launch devil birds at me?”
Jubilee attempted to shoo the bird away before yelling in disgust as it pooped on her.
"What the fuck?" Amanda's attention was divided between the caws and yelps coming from Jubilee, and Marie-Ange's muttering and clawing at the box. She knew a pre-cognitive fit when she saw one, and hoped they weren't going to have to fight their way out of a perfectly smooth heist. "Tarot, you sure about this? We have to open the box?"
Doug knew the sound of a plan very rapidly coming apart when he heard one. Not that he didn't trust Marie-Ange's precognition implicitly, but sometimes he wished it could come with a bit more convenient timing... "Whatever you guys are going to do, you better do it fast," he told them urgently. "You've got a group of guards -and- Hatoru closing in."
"Can we just get out of here?" Kevin snapped the lid off the top of the box. He sighed as he looked in. "Yeah, it's one of those goddamn hammers. You were right, Colbert."
In the building, Harotu"s head snapped up, looking out of the door towards the box. It wasn’t a song exactly - more a single note that rippled into his skull, carved out a space and turned it into a wire that drew him along it.
Amanda grimaced as she peeked into the box under Marie-Angie’s elbow. “Worse than that, the bloody thing’s awake. There’s power coming off that thing like you wouldn’t believe. It’s calling for someone.” She took a step back. “Question is, who.”
The note calling Harotu drew him towards the group of people clustered around the box. He didn’t even notice his own guards closing in on them. Didn’t notice anything really, except for the note, a white space he was falling into.
He moved swiftly then, slipping into a run a ducking past a couple of outstretched hands and reached out and touched the hammer's handle.
His brain opened, mind opened, and something else, something from the hammer came in. His body reshaped itself, a flash of pain as molecules woven into a new pattern, and then what had been Haruto slammed his arm backwards, taking out the people closest to him, flinging them out and away from him.
Then he was gone, the wall barely slowing him down as he drove the hammer through it, opening a gaping hole that he fled through.
Wood squealed slightly against the metal floor of the delivery van as they pushed the box containing the hammer inside. "How're we looking, Cypher?" Amanda asked, touching her comms. "Any sign of Hatoru?"
Doug scowled at his monitors, judging distance and relative rates of speed. "Coming back at you, but you've got some time. Make it snappy, people."
“Snappy as a lobster.” Jubilee’s voice sounded over comms, followed by a caw, and the sound of a possible fight.
Marie-Ange slid over on the bench seat in the back of the van, picking at her face where the carefully applied makeup was hiding the scars around her eye. The prosthetic eye looked real enough, unless you saw that it barely moved, and frankly, she thought, it was uncomfortable. "Please yes, let us get moving before I claw my fake eye out. It itches. Should it itch? Scott never mentioned itching..."
"I don't know about itching but it looks weird," was Amanda's response. "I think I like the eyepatch better." She straightened up, wincing a little as she rubbed her back. "We really need someone with super-strength on this team."
"There's a long list of powers on the list of what we really need." Kevin muttered, not telling them that he'd modified his body under the skin in order to better leverage the weight. Aches and pains were non-shapeshifter problems. "Can we get out of here before the mall cops that pass for security around here stumble on to us?"
"Super-strength..." Marie-Ange's hands were busy on her face and then without very much reaction on her part, clawing at the secure box. "We need less strength, not more, Much less. We need to spread all the strength, give it to everyone." She blinked a few times. "Not like communism, not everyone, and none of the strong ones need it."
And then just as fast her hands were back at her face, thumb popping the prosthetic eye out and she rubbed at temples in relief. "Oh, that is a relief, that needed to be out of there an hour ago. A week ago." She set the eye down, pulled a plain eyepatch from her pocket. "Here, help me open this box while I cover the open part of my head, I cannot do both and oh get off that you stupid bird, that is a fake eye!" She swatted at the raven once the eyepatch was on and it skittered away and practically into Jubilee's hair.
“Dude! Can we not launch devil birds at me?”
Jubilee attempted to shoo the bird away before yelling in disgust as it pooped on her.
"What the fuck?" Amanda's attention was divided between the caws and yelps coming from Jubilee, and Marie-Ange's muttering and clawing at the box. She knew a pre-cognitive fit when she saw one, and hoped they weren't going to have to fight their way out of a perfectly smooth heist. "Tarot, you sure about this? We have to open the box?"
Doug knew the sound of a plan very rapidly coming apart when he heard one. Not that he didn't trust Marie-Ange's precognition implicitly, but sometimes he wished it could come with a bit more convenient timing... "Whatever you guys are going to do, you better do it fast," he told them urgently. "You've got a group of guards -and- Hatoru closing in."
"Can we just get out of here?" Kevin snapped the lid off the top of the box. He sighed as he looked in. "Yeah, it's one of those goddamn hammers. You were right, Colbert."
In the building, Harotu"s head snapped up, looking out of the door towards the box. It wasn’t a song exactly - more a single note that rippled into his skull, carved out a space and turned it into a wire that drew him along it.
Amanda grimaced as she peeked into the box under Marie-Angie’s elbow. “Worse than that, the bloody thing’s awake. There’s power coming off that thing like you wouldn’t believe. It’s calling for someone.” She took a step back. “Question is, who.”
The note calling Harotu drew him towards the group of people clustered around the box. He didn’t even notice his own guards closing in on them. Didn’t notice anything really, except for the note, a white space he was falling into.
He moved swiftly then, slipping into a run a ducking past a couple of outstretched hands and reached out and touched the hammer's handle.
His brain opened, mind opened, and something else, something from the hammer came in. His body reshaped itself, a flash of pain as molecules woven into a new pattern, and then what had been Haruto slammed his arm backwards, taking out the people closest to him, flinging them out and away from him.
Then he was gone, the wall barely slowing him down as he drove the hammer through it, opening a gaping hole that he fled through.
