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]

[ The tides have turned with Clark's arrival, and Bo manages to smack an elbow straight into the side of the reptilian dey creature's head. It goes unconscious and turns visible again as it collapses to the ground, as does her sword.

Snapping her attention to the shift around them, Emma turns back from diamond, no longer under direct siege. He's not a Knight, so she's not sure what to make of their back-up, but for now, she'll take it. Flesh once more, she can use her psionic abilities, including empathic transfer, hostile. Striding forward, she slaps a hand on the skeletal centaur creature, and her wounds vanish, appearing on the creature instead.

With a sad whinny, the damage inflicted on Emma is enough, when turned on the centaur, to drop it—unconscious, at least. It seems stable, just gravely injured. ]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Bo's enthusiasm is met with the slightest twitch of a smile He's normally not big on revealing his abilities to... okay well he says he doesn't like to reveal them and then he does all the time, whoops.

Anyway... the point is, he's still fighting this cat thing until it stops trying to cut his shirt off of him. So here come two more punches! (attacks 23 and 29, damage 18 and 14)]

[telepathy]

[ Pathetic dying cat noises go here.

His fists level the beast with a sickening crunch of bone, knocking it back against the door of the tank it had come out of before it slumps lifelessly to the ground.

/init.

Right in time for Brantley to arrive any moment now. ]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[With all the monsters neutralized, Clark lets out a heaving breath, as if he actually was winded by any of that. He's not tbh. Glancing around, he looks at Bo and Emma, concern in his gaze.]

Everybody alright?

[succubestie]

I've been better.

[And it fucking shows, okay. She's got some pretty mean gashes in her skin, splotches of blood here and there.]

How does our rescuer feel about a kiss as reward for saving us?

[She raises a brow. HEY AT LEAST SHE'S ASKING. He was clearly a badass, he can take it. (unsure)]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[For as bad ass as he was in the fight, he doesn't look it at all now as he looks down at Bo while she makes that remark.]

Uh... [He lets out a nervous laugh.] No, that's-- I mean that's really not necessary...

[telepathy]

[ Tossing hair out of her face, Emma scoffs at the way Clark balks. ]

I think I'd prefer to settle for our rescuer's name.

[succubestie]

[She winces. From pain or hunger, we're not sure. Both, probably.

But she'll wait. Hopefully she doesn't jump anyone's bones while they chat.]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[He actually tries to think of a fake name and just... blanks (int 4 /scuff shoe).]

...Clark. [Glancing back to Bo, he notices that wince and looks concerned.]

Should we get you to a hospital? You don't look so good.

[succubestie]

Well, I'm going to go out on a limb here and hope that you're not here because you're anti-shadowkind and wanted to see if this place was hiring.

[Sorry, kid. She wasn't just asking because you're attractive. Again, she's pretty sure you can take a decent life force drain and keep ticking like normal. She'd rather not go to Emma, considering she took a beating too, even if she's looking better.]

I'm a succubus. I wasn't going to just reward you to be nice, but you deserve to know what you'd be getting into, even if I don't really bite.

[Charm 32 :)]

Well, not unless you want me to.

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Do you know what his will save was? It was a 10, Bo. This is called overkill. Or oversex. God damn.]

I, uh... [Another nervous laugh, this time trying really hard not to notice how super hot she is and failing miserably.] Sorry? Afraid I don't follow...

[His gaze drops from her eyes to her lips, then slightly lower to her chest, then snaps back up again. Damn that charm check.]

[succubestie]

[Her eyebrows lift and she chuckles a bit, which strains her injuries, but she takes that look as an invitation to start to saunter over, her hips swaying gently.]

The short version? I steal a little of your energy, and it heals me. We both enjoy ourselves, and I stop bleeding internally.

[Her teeth tug on her bottom lip as she looks up at him, her eyes flashing blue.]

Help a girl out?

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Damn that charm check. This is how Charming ended up on whore island gdi]

I-- yeah, I guess that... [he clears his throat] -sounds okay. What exactly do you need me to do?

[succubestie]

[Ah, yes. Good. Excellent. Time to get all up in his personal space as her arm loops around his neck.]

Come here.

[Time for a makeout sesh surrounding by horrific science experiments. It's fine. Don't even worry about it.

It's a damn good kiss, too (dex 15).]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Uhm. Well. After freezing for a moment, he seems to figure out that this is what they're doing right now. His hands settle at her waist and he gives as good as he gets and then some (dex 21 thanks super powers).]

[fixyourproblem]

[He arrives just on time to see... that.... And he thought he would be the one to get to first base.]

Am I missing something? Or the monitor showed footage from alternate reality?

[telepathy]

Nice of you to join us. [ Ice fucking cold. Emma turns away from the show that Clark and Bo are putting on to look at Brantley, keeping her tone dry as hell. ] If you're referring to the eldritch abominations that Luthor had this lab working on, we've dealt with them. It looks as though they've been experimenting on sentient Shadowkind, trying to hybridize their traits somehow. [ yay arcane lore checks to identify that pixie and centaur are NOT in their natural states. ]

[fixyourproblem]

[He tried, okay? Not everybody has super-speed or can turn to sparkly diamond humanoid. At least, he managed to open the door for Clark. Though with his super power, he should be able to open it himself.

Brantley doesn't delve in arcane lore but he has met enough Shadowkinds to know a tiny bit about them, though he probably though the Shadowkinds are different because racial assimilation or something. (know 13)]

Dr. Janik said they were researching ways to meld Shadowkinds' genes to human. So they could make super humans that are resistant to diseases. He referred the Shadowkinds as animals. I don't think they are here by their own will. [He is skipping the part about Janik making them donor their organs for research purpose, cause Emma seems irritated enough and as much as he like diamond he doesn't want one smash his head.]

[telepathy]

No more than those on Andres were, I imagine.

[ She looks down at the slain Shadowkind a bit sadly, as if she's mentally somewhere else. Boston, probably. Or Genosha. ]

The poor creatures were mad.

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Uh so Clark is basically going to be involved in this kiss until Bo stops. Because he's doing it to heal her. And she's Bo so I mean... Would you try to cut that shit short? No.]

[succubestie]

[She does not seem to be interested in stopping, but being near the brink of unconsciousness will do that to a girl.

No really, her will save was barely high enough to keep from inadvertently causing him damage.

Also anyone paying attention to them will see a pretty obvious stream of blue light filtering between their lips, nbd, but at least her wounds seems to be disappearing (/heals 20 hp, so at least she's above half now)?]

[fixyourproblem]

[Hey, diamond girl! Are you not bothered by the fact that right now there are a couple playing tonsil tennis? And yet you were bothered with Brantley's innocent flirting... That's... racist? Or... sexist!? No? Oh well, who doesn't love seeing two hot people smooching each others.]

So, what should we do now? [He peeks at the couple a bit before continuing...] Master Wynn commanded us to confront Luthor if we found incriminating evidence. [Another quick glance here.] But, I don't think storming into an office of a murder-y super villain to tell him his days are over is a good idea. [And now, since he has finished his question, his full attentive glare is on you two, just-got-married girl and seemingly-not-so-random stranger.]

[telepathy]

Our first order of business is to reunite the team: if this is what they've left us to, I shudder to think what's become of Sir Queen and Sir Smoak. Once we've regrouped, we can determine how to best shut this facility down and hold Lex Luthor accountable for his role in it.

[ With that dramatic conclusion drawn, she turns to Bo and Clark. THEY JUST MADE OUT THROUGH HER ENTIRE DRAMATIC LEADER SPEECH. She's impatient now. ]

Oh, for heaven's sake. Can you give it a rest?

[succubestie]

[Bo seems to hear other people finally, and she breaks away with a sigh, patting Clark's chest with one hand.]

Thanks.

[While her skin still has smears of blood, most of the damage beneath it seems to be gone, so that's good. She turns towards Emma and Brantley, looking like she gives zero fucks about their judgy faces.]

I'm not sorry for not wanting to bring down this whole place with bruised organs. We're free to continue, now that I'm not woozy from blood loss.

[theterminator]

[And then Oliver busts in like bow drawn and ready to shoot some fucking centaur's eyes out.

Except there is no threat but at least he got here after y'all stopped making out because he would be hella pissed to have left Felicity and Lois behind only to get here and find erryone macking.

He has no idea who tf Clark is though, so dat arrow may or may not (it is, ftr) be pointed directly at him once he assesses the immediate situation.

Someone tell him there is an all clear before he gets himself punched through a wall??]