"Let's go." Sapphira nods. "Since you're not a good flyer, I'm guessing you've got a car, or something?" A short while later, the two magical girls are across from the Devil's Children hideout - a bar with a dozen bikes lined up outside, and heavy metal playing from within. Out front, two bikers stand, smoking and talking among themselves - a burly old man, and a redheaded woman. Spoiler: Bikers
Shaking her head clear of the lustful images, Faye gets to thinking - there are two ways she could go about assembling a team: One, she could find an established team, and convince them to work for her, or two, she could investigate sightings of meta-humans and try to recruit superpowered individuals in the early portion of their careers.
They didn't seem like the brightest pair, but even they seemed to be suspecting something didn't make sense. They both seemed to be pretty broken down, that she was confident she could overpower them directly, but the best solution still involved them fighting each other directly. "Well, I know SOMEONE is causing a lot of trouble." With a more serious look, she crossed her arms, doing her best to glare accusingly at nobody in particular. "Apparently SOMEONE has access to poisons like mine or know what they look like. And SOMEONE broke into the base of a hero to attack them in their home for no reason." Even someone as dense as Ryota would likely realize what she was doing by now, but she kept glaring at him. "I really don't enjoy being put into the center of situations like this. Maybe I got up to a LITTLE trouble here and there, but I've only been doing things for money. Who just causes destruction for no reason!?" Attempting to invoke her best acting skills, she tried her best to get Finch making the wrong conclusion. But realizing, that even this was getting to it's limit to how much they were willing to listen, she subtly put her hand against the back of the wall and began to channel some magic ready to blast the wall and destroy parts of the ceiling if things looked like they were going wrong.
Hammer looks down to the hand on his thigh, looking tiny by comparison, and flashes her a grin that looks more hungry than mirthful. Then, she feels his thigh twitch, and realises that her hand is resting on something massive - and it isn't his leg. "I can see that, Jenny. The way you came in here, looking at all the guys - none of the girls around here are that forward - which is why I wonder what your game is. Ain't too many lady cops who have fake tits." He reaches up, his massive paw squeezing down on her breast, before he lets out a whistle. "No shit? They're real. Still, you're too hot to be a cop. Maybe a spy, working for one of the other families?"
She hears the boy walk away, but without checking, has no way of knowing if he's actually left the area. Spoiler: Speed Roll D100: 57+ 20 (Collar) In a flash, the two goons are down, with barely a noise, and there's nothing between her and the door.
With the guards knocked out, Vanessa throws them toward an alley to keep them out of sight. "Well, it's not like stealth is my strong suit." She chuckled to herself, as she enters right through the front door. "I'm looking for Horatio Melchett, is he here!" She exclaimed, smirking as she closes the door behind her.
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 68+10 (Persuasion Skill)=78 "...Alright, listen, let's all take a breather for a sec, and figure out what's going on." Finch urges caution, as Ryota shakes his head. "No! This is her fault, I know it!" The superhero narrows his eyes behind his domino mask. "Calm down, kid..." His hands clench into fists. Things are still tense, and Ryota isn't fooled, but the attention is off her for now.
“Yes, I've got a car. Nothing fancy, but it works for me.” Azura shrugged. Once they arrived at the bar Azura made sure to stop the car far enough to not attract the attention of the two bikers outside, but close enough for them to be able to observe the place and the smoking pair. “Sooo... what do you think? How should we do this?”
"God DAMN!!!" Jenny thought to herself as her hand rested on what she now realized wasn't his thigh. She stared down at it in shock and awe before thinking that she should pull her hand away; instead her body betrayed her again and she began lightly stroking it. When his hand pawed at her breast she knew she should have smacked away. Instead she made no motion against it, letting the brute grope her unhindered. In fact, when he seemed happily surprised at her real tits she felt relief and satisfaction at his approval; then Jennifer's pulse started racing and her chest started heaving slightly with her breathing. She hated herself for not putting some distance between them but GODDAMN there was just something about him that she couldn't break free from. "I-I'm not a cop." she answered truthfully, her eyes still glued on his cock beneath his pants, but panic started to spike when he suggested she might be a spy. "I just wanted... to come in here and... discover the night life. Find out... what this club's all about." Her mind was moving at a mile a minute and she was so distracted by his dick that she had difficulty remembering what she was talking about.
He wasn’t wrong. But a bit too easily worked up as always. The other one had a bit more sense than she was hoping for, but it seemed like his focus was on the one who up until now was a far more immediate threat. It would be better to just antagonize Ryota and have him do something stupid and hurt his case with his own actions. “But what did I do? I’m not the one running off picking fights with people for absolutely no reason. This obsession of yours, clouds your judgement.” She aimed her words to sound something like trying to mediate, but ensure Ryota would only take them as condescending. “I never made you do anything. Are you really going to say that you aren’t responsible for doing this?” She gestured to the bloodstains on Finch’s costume. “Were those made by me?”
Inside, she sees a large antique gallery, with an elevated level up top. At the top of the stairs, an overweight old man in a suit looks down at her, raising an eyebrow. "You've found him." He grunts in a seedy British accent. "How may I help you?"
"Err, I'm more following your lead." Sapphira frowns. "Maybe one of us can go distract the two out front, while the other one puts something flammable through the window?"
"Hmm. Nice place." Vanessa hummed, eyeing how many guards he has with him. "So you're the boss. Well, you see, I encountered some of your thugs. And as I was knocking them unconscious, the leader of the group said that "once he finds out, the boss will take care of me." Which has me curious." Vanessa then starts to zip through his goons, knocking them out one by one as she made her way to the second floor. And once Horatio was the only man still consciouss, Vanessa stands in front of him. "So, how exactly do you plan on taking care of me?" She had a feisty smirk on her face, showing how she hadn't even broken a sweat as she beat his men.
"Heh, it don't make any difference." Hammer laughs. "Even if you were a cop, you'd still end tonight in the same place." The huge man looks at her finger, and the ring on it. "You wanted a real man to give you what your husband couldn't eh?" His hand slips inside her dress, skin touching skin as he squeezes. "You lookin' for work? Girl like you would do real well here."
"You probably planned it this way!" Ryota says angrily. "Okay, enough of this - I'm going to stop you, like I did back on our world." The boy approaches Malady, but his hand is grabbed by Finch. "Get. Off. Me." He says menacingly.
Hammer's insult against her husband offended her, but when his bare hand started squeezing her breast she hissed out "Yesss..." in pleasure as her pussy trembled. Her lower lip caught between her teeth and her eyes half shut as her body quivered excitedly. He was still talking to her but she wasn't paying attention to it. Her mind was focused solely on how he seemed to know every 'on' button on her body. He was saying something about work. Yes she had work to do, she had to find out something about the club. The work that went on there. The connection to... someone? His hand pinched her nipple and she whimpered. "I-I need to find... work... with the club." she muttered her mind fuzzy with lust. Her hand still stroking Hammer's cock over his pants.
This was the result she wanted. That stubborn refusal to think anything through. Some things never changed. It seemed like they both were distracted with each other enough now, that she could make her move with tension at an all time high. If one thing went wrong, it would shatter any attempt at getting him to listen. Which is exactly why she then went through with channeling her power to try and get part of the roof to cave. She didn't need to bring down the whole base. That would hurt more than help. But even just getting a few parts of support to break would still get the job done. With her other hand going over her mouth in a feigned surprised gasp, she began to channel with the other to force a collapse. Over such a wide area would be difficult, but she only needed to hit a few supports. "What did you-look!"
"Like this..." He grins, tapping against a wall of glass that popped up around him during the fight. "Reinforced using alien technology - I assumed one of you heroes would come here someday." He says confidently. "Oh, I am perfectly sure you could bash your way through eventually. That's why I keep this on me." He holds up a golden sphere. Suddenly, Vanessa feels her eyes being drawn to the golden object, entranced by it. "Can you bash down this glass before I take your mind, I wonder?" The fat man laughs. Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: Eye: 70 Vanessa: 42 Vanessa's willpower: 100-28=78
Hammer laughs, before looking her in the eye. "Then think of this as a job interview. Why don't we start with seeing if you can follow orders? Take my cock out of my pants.
“Distracting them should be easy with the right illusion. I was wondering what to do after we distract them, but you just gave me an idea.” Azura paused to gather her thoughts, then began explaining. “We send an illusion of some big, tough guy to deliver a message – or rather, an ultimatum. He will tell them that the place has new management and that they have 24 hours to get lost. As he says that we set one side of the building on fire, then our guy says how this is just a warning and how if they don't get lost on their own this other gang – the one we're after - will be sent to kick them out. That should get them moving...” She described her plan. “They should have no trouble putting out the fires, but if they don't we will intervene and put them out – two heroines that just happen to pass by. We don't want to burn down the place, after all. What do you think? Any obvious issues? Any suggestions?” (See you later, guys!)
