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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[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??]

[telepathy]

For god's sake, man, put that down.

[ She approaches Oliver, raising a hand and pressing two fingers against the arrow tip and pushing it aside. ]

Where's Felicity?

[theterminator]

[Thanks for trying to come rescue us, Oliver. We almost died that was super thoughtful of you.

Oh wait, that's not what she said at all. :/]

She's back at the records department. Who's he? [Trust no bitch.]

[clarkfuckingkent]

Someone who's after the same thing you are- to see these experiments stopped. [He ain't afraid of your arrows, Ollie.]

Have you seen a woman around here? Lois Lane? [She gives her name out to everyone okay. The only reason he knew to come was because Lois called Chloe and Chloe told Clark. He's here to save the day and the girl. And not the succubus girl. That was an unexpected bonus.]

[fixyourproblem]

[Ooh, tension between two hot guys. Too bad it's not sexual tension. So before they start throwing punches and arrows, Brantley cuts in.]

Can't say I have. Maybe the others? But, it is only polite to introduce yourself before asking something, isn't it? I'm Brantley River from Karthur Institute. [He ends his sentences with a relaxing smile to reduce the tension.]

[theterminator]

[Just wait until he fashions some kryptonite arrows as a precaution for your overpowered ass, farm boy.

Sorry, Brantley, Oliver doesn't really care about exchanging pleasantries when Felicity and Lois are fending for themselves.]

She went back to get Felicity while I made my way here.

[He looks toward Emma to offer up and explanation for this decision before she asks him wtf he was thinking..]

I saw the lab's surveillance feed from the security room. It looked like you two needed help.

[succubestie]

We did.

[No really, they almost died.]

And then our friend here showed up and saved our asses.

[No thanks to you guys. :)]

[theterminator]

[Yeah, yeah. We can't all be literal god tier sorry.]

I told Lois to get Felicity and meet us in the lobby.

[So uh, he's fin'na go do that tbh. Since no one here is dying.

You guys are no longer the priority bye.]

[telepathy]

Assuming they made it to the lobby.

[ As Oliver begins to double back, Emma looks over her shoulder at the others. ]

Come on. We'd do well not to get separated again. [ And heads after him back to the lobby. ]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Clark doesn't waste any time following Emma since she seems like the one to keep up with in order to find Lois. He's wary to zoom out of there and expose his abilities to even more people so he'll just walk at normal speed.]

[fixyourproblem]

[Why do you guys have to be so rude? This group supposed to be filled with diplomatic people. Now, what do we have here? A weird guy with bow and arrows, a succubus who likes to stab people, a very scornful diamond girl, and some random guy who just go with the flow. Can't he be teamed with normal people? Brantley sighs as he turns to follow the guys. Cranky team-mates, no sign of getting laid tonight, and possibly they're about to have a super-rich villain put them on the dead-list. A sterling day, is it not?]

[telepathy]

Was Felicity able to make something of the records? [ Emma just assumes Ollie might know. ] We'll want something substantial to offer the appropriate authorities to shut this facility down.

[theterminator]

I'm sure she'll have whatever we need.

[Because he doesn't actually know. He was too busy saving Lois. But he has every bit of faith in Felicity.]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Clark turns towards Emma.]

The authorities? You're planning on trying to take on Luthorcorp?

[telepathy]

Not planning to, darling. Already in the process of.

[ Precious farmboy. Too good, too pure. ]

For now, I'll settle for closing the doors on this facility permanently. LuthorCorp is a much larger fish that's recently made our radar; I have a feeling it won't be so simple as blowing down Mr. Luthor's door and threatening him with our findings. Regardless of how long it takes, after seeing his work here, I do intend for us to fry him.

[theterminator]

[And then Ollie gets a text from Felicity and is like]

She's still downloading files. We should head back there.

[Before more of the facility's guards realize what's happening and try to intercept.

Strength in numbers, y'all. Plus they defenseless as hell.]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[You'll hear zero complaints from Clark about getting back to Lois. And also Felicity, I guess.]

Lex is dangerous. Just-- [He lets out a short sigh, not really wanting to get involved in their business but not wanting them to get themselves killed.] Be careful.

[fixyourproblem]

Don't worry, we will. [After all, they're hand-picked professional Knights. Saving the world is what they do on daily basis. Careful is in their blood.... probably...well...maybe not...]

Hold on, I just remember, I left Janik alone in the other room. I knocked him out cold but do you think we should check on him?

[succubestie]

Nope.

[Bo kind of hopes some of these monsters will come to their senses and go after him next.]

Pretty sure our own knights come first. We'll deal with him once Felicity is safe.

[And that doesn't not mean she'll 'check on him.' :)]

[telepathy]

Presumably, if he's unconscious, he won't be a problem until after we've regrouped and settled on how to proceed.

[clarkfuckingkent]

[hang on...]

Knights? [Wut]

[telepathy]

No, bloody circus performers. [ She has no plans to clarify. Do so at your own risk. ]