metropolis ♔ has it gone for good? or is it coming back around?

[wynn]

Fireside - Arctic Monkeys

WHO || Oliver, Felicity S., Emma F., Bo, Brantley, Lex Luthor
WHAT || The Knights investigate a connection between Luthorcorp and Sarandis' experiments on Andres
WHERE || Metropolis Kansas
WHEN || April 23rd, 2015
HOW || Actionspam

Metropolis is a bustling city even during these cold winter months, but they have no trouble finding the Luthorcorp building - because it literally towers over the skyline, dwarfing the Daily Planet nearby. It's still daytime when they arrive, working hours, and employees in well tailored suits hustle in and out towards elevator banks, past the front desk.

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[telepathy]

[ And Sally too goes down, unconscious, gun clattering across the floor as she drops. ]

[theterminator]

[It's about frggen time. Olver glances over at Lois, maybe slightly impressed, but then rips off his ID badge and drops it to the floor before crouching down beside Sally so that he can look for keys to the cuffs she slapped on Lois' wrists (search?? 17).]

What are you doing here?

[telepathy]

[ good enough tbh they're on Sally's keyring, which also has one (1) security ID badge to help them access security doors and a slew of other keys. he can flick through them to find the right key to open the cuffs. ]

[theterminator]

[Snatches up the entire fucking keyring and stands again so that he can attempt unlock the cuffs from Lois' wrists such a gentleman uguu.

He still wants answers tho and the look he gives her lets her know that she better give it up if she wants these things off rn.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ it's ok, she's busy giving him a not-subtle-whatsoever once over for a moment, shoulders still heaving slightly from the combat. ] Would you accept 'good old-fashioned guerrilla journalism'? [ it's amazing how she manages to sound both slightly chagrined, and utterly unapologetic at the same time. she'll hold out her wrists like I WAS HONEST, LET ME GO ] You got a name to go with that right hook, Champ?

[theterminator]

[Hope she enjoyed his being impressed while it lasted, but he removes the handcuffs without bothering to offer a name.]

Cuff her. [Meaning Sally, while he moves over to do the same to Ben (assuming he is also carrying a set of handcuffs).]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ she narrows her eyes a bit as his direct avoidance of her question, but doesn't challenge the order, rubbing her wrists for a second, before moving to the woman's side. ] The strong, silent type, huh? That works. [ because she's the never-shuts-up type so she'll carry the conversation if need be. idk if she needs to make a check to get the handcuffs on properly but she rolled an 18 + whatever so apparently she's

well versed

in using handcuffs

no comment. ] I mean, you're not gonna hear me lobbying any complaints after the impromptu back-up. Thanks for that, by the way. A few more seconds and I might have gotten real familiar with the bad end of a bullet.

[theterminator]

Why do you think I helped you? [Let's not beat around the bush ok. But if she is that interested his discarded ID badge is on the floor and I think they were all stupid enough to roll up in here with their real names whoops.

He rolled 16+ for handcuff use btw if that is required.

Once the security guards have been dealt with, Oliver moves over toward the monitors to see if he can catch a glimpse of anyone else because he is not entirely inept (wisdom 15). Does he need to make a spot if he is looking right at the shit? If so he got spot 26.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ a 23 spot draws her attention to the badge, and she tilts her head slightly to the side as he reads it, while oliver otherwise occupies himself over there. ] Oliver Queen, huh. That was the best you could come up with in the alias department? No offense, but ... sounds a little bit like something out of a bad comic book.

[theterminator]

[Over a year later and it's still weird when people react to your highly recognizable name by specifically not reacting.]

I didn't need an alias. I'm here on legitimate business. [Unlike someone who shall remain nameless is the implication there, even if Ollie and his team were on some shady ass business they were still rolling up in here legit ok.

But while he is interested in frisking Lois and finding out what her real deal is/what she knows, he might see some shit going down so—]

[telepathy]

[ Well, Emma is made entirely of diamond and just got stabbed by something invisible. Bo is being mauled by a cat-like, flying monster, and there are two dead shadowy looking puddles on the ground, and a skeletal-looking centaur is trying to have a go at Bo as well.

So while Lois is checking out the badge, Oliver is seeing his friends being murdered by horrible monsters. :) ]

[loisfuckinglane]

Yeah, well, Oliver, maybe I'm no expert in the field, but if you want to chalk one up to the unsolicited advice column, let me just say you might want to reconsider who you're doing business with. This place's strings are being pulled by a pair of the slimiest hands in the corporate world today.

[theterminator]

I'm starting to see that.

[No really, check the monitor, Lois. Story of the century right thurr. Meanwhile Oliver will casually move over toward his briefase like he's trying to sort through some files at the most inopportune of times. Except papers aren't what he pulls out. Go go gadget bow. No really, it's all very impressive looking when it unfolds into an actual big boy bow.]

I need you to do me a favor. [Haha ... ha. Oliver is like trust no bitch but he doesn't have a lot of options right now. And Lois kind of owes him one. He nods over toward where Sally's weapon clattered across the floor earlier.] Take her gun and head back to the records department. Felicity is still there.

[Which means Ollie obviously intends to head over to research and development aka the slaughterhouse.]

Can I trust you? [He probably won't anyway but idk lie to him if you have to. Otherwise he is going to choose Felicity and erryone dies.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ her eyebrows clamber up when she sees the bow, and she looks between him and the gun he's gesturing to, like she's not ready to peel her eyes off the scene here yet. but she'll reach down and pick it up, checking the clip with practiced ease, in a way that makes it clear she knows her way around a firearm.

she turns back to him again, searching his face as if trying to puzzle out the mystery of this business guy who carries a BOW AND ARROW AROUND IN HIS SUITCASE. but finally she says: ] Last I checked, I've got you to thank for standing here. Let no one say that a Lane doesn't know how to show gratitude. [ she gives him one more look up and down as she heads over to the door ] What are you planning to do with that?

[theterminator]

[That is an interesting skillset for a reporter, Lois. Her handling of the firearm definitely doesn't go unnoticed.]

Whatever I have to. [Which is like a classier way of saying maim and or kill people, etc. Look comrades take priority.]

She'll need to finish downloading information from the lab's database. Once she's got it, meet us back near the lobby.

[He almost adds something about don't hesitate, just pull the trigger but given her gun skills he figures she knows what she's doing.

And then I guess there is the dramatic walk down the hallway but like ...situation no longer dire so it's not as epic as it should be. D:]