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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[succubestie]

[When she opens her mouth to answer, she makes her best damsel in distress, panic-stricken voice, and it's pretty damn believable (bluff 33).]

Yes, hello? I need some help, please hurry!

[telepathy]

[ The slow drawl of the officer on desk duty snaps alert as he audibly straightens, knocking something wooden around in the background as he answers, 'Just stay calm, ma'am. Can you tell me where you are?'

Meanwhile, irl, Emma is looking at Bo like wow are you this good an actress when you're letting Andrew flail around on top of you because that explains the success of your marriage. ]

[succubestie]

I-I'm out at the LuthorCorp facility! [She gives him the address.] Some of the things got out and they're...something is really wrong here.

[Good thing she can't read minds. Fucking rude, Emma.]

[telepathy]

[ The speaker goes muffled, but it's barely possible to hear the cop asking someone on his end of the line—'LuthorCorp? Hey Mack, I think we got a call in from Metro. You ever heard of a LuthorCorp facility out this way?' Muffled responses come, and he pulls his hand back from the speaker to address Bo directly. 'Total Logistics Control? I need you to tell me what kind of things you mean, ma'am. Has there been an accident with the equipment? Does anyone there need medical attention?' ]

[succubestie]

I-I don't know, I'm just the secretary. I don't-

[And then she goes quiet for a moment, breathing as if her heart is racing, and then she screams into the phone, pulls out her firearm and fires it twice into the ceiling and then just....hangs up the phone.

Then she slips it back into her pocket and looks over at Emma expectantly.]

Think that'll bring a nice crew of them out here?

[...let it never be said that she does anything half-assed I guess.]

[telepathy]

[ When the firearm goes off, Emma recoils, visibly flinching like DAMN GIRL I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. But as she lowers her arms, looking between Bo's face and the phone, she ... nods approvingly. Straightening, she clears her throat. ]

We'd best see ourselves out before they come to investigate. If we're lucky, they'll be clever enough to have a SWAT team. [ She turned on her heels then, striding towards the front entrance where the actual secretary is cowering behind the desk in a panic. ]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ lois is just watching all this like what the actual fuck and looking at clark accusingly as if he somehow knows these people and this is his fault. even though clearly, clark kent doesn't know anyone half so cool. she grabs his arm and starts dragging him along. ] Come on, Smallville. That looks like our cue to vamoose too.

[theterminator]

[It's okay, Oliver is like wtf constantly re-thinking this decision to be part of a team too. But he will grab Felicity and make for the exit like they all should have done well before they started making calls and firing guns in the building like. o_o]

[telepathy]

[ As they make it out into the lobby and through the front doors, five guards come charging down the hallway after them, so it's a good thing they high-tailed it. They make it past the threshold of the front doors, but the guards begin firing shots off. One of them pings off Clark's back harmlessly, another clips Emma in the shoulder, through-and-through, for 19 penetration damage, and a final one smacks right into Oliver's back for 16 crit damage on a nat 20. Sry bae. ]

Get to the car! All of you!

[ Emma slows to stay between them and the guards, ready to be the last one out so she can ensure the rest of the team makes it safely. Pulling the keys from her jacket, she tosses them to Felicity because somebody's gotta hurry into dat driver's seat and get it started and she's in better shape than any of the rest of 'em. ]

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Clark will hang back and be next to last since he's basically bullet proof. He glances to Emma, thinks about urging her into the car before going nah- better not. He just focuses on getting Lois and the others safe instead.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ with an 18 spot check, moving so close to clark, she could have sworn one of those bullets came right for him and she shouts: ] Clark! [ in horror, glancing back at him and waiting for him to collapse and bleed out on the floor or something, her heart dropping into her stomach for a moment, but--

miraculously, he's ... looking utterly unaffected, and despite slowing down, it doesn't appear to be because he got shot, so it must have narrowly avoided him. clearly. she tries to mask her moment of panic, by urging him to keep up with the others. ] Come on!

[succubestie]

[While she got some healing in, she's not exactly tip top shape, and taking some bullets isn't on her to do list.

She keeps an eye out for her teammates though as they all start to pile into the car.]

[fistpump]

[WHAT THE HELL?!! Felicity is ushered by Oliver, but she can feel his body move with the impact of the bullet and she's immediately distressed by this. Her hand moves to press against his back, trying to find the damp spot that she really doesn't want to find. Of course, she's capable of helping him with this - but just not in a car while they rush away from this. (treat injury 23) Still, once she's in the car she's going to try and at least apply pressure to whatever wound she can find.]

[theterminator]

[Meanwhile Oliver is just like if I were alone this never would have happened. ://// Normally he might try to give Emma some cover fire but uh, getting shot in the back by a critting bullet is pretty serious.

So he just climbs in after the others to let Felicity do her thang. Does he have to take off his shirt for this? It hasn't happened yet this mission what kind of episode is this. Oh and Felicity caught them keys like a natural.]

[telepathy]

[ Cover from the car protects Felicity from a bullet, but only barely, as she helps Oliver inside. A scattered array of bullets ping around the last of them as they all hustle to the car, Emma and Clark at the back of the pack. With Felicity worrying over Oliver's wounds, and Emma dealing with a through-and-through in her shoulder, Emma waves for Bo to get in the driver's seat and takes shotgun for herself. Somehow, this car fits them all including Clark and Lois. Don't worry about it. They brought a van. It's fine. ]

[fixyourproblem]

[How may times Brantley has to say it before you guys belief him. He wants to say "I told you so," but this is not the time for it since someone has been shot. Instead, Brantley helps Felicity patches Oliver's wound with whatever thing he can do, making improvised bandage or such. (treat injury 11)] Are you okay? Nothing fatal, right?

[theterminator]

I'll live.

[He was probably less injured than Bo or Emma, even with the gunshot wound tbh.]

Help them.

[That goes for you too, Felicity.]

[loisfuckinglane]

We need to hightail it to a hospital.

[telepathy]

Our injuries are our own. [ Stoic and unrelenting, Emma nonetheless has her jaw clenched against the pain, one hand pressed over the bullet wound in her shoulder that's staining her white coat and the rental car. ] You need only focus on preparing a story for us to present to the Daily Planet by the time we're in Metropolis.

[ But she glanced back over her shoulder to take a look at Oliver's injuries, then exchanged an uncertain glance with Bo. ] Hospitals are required to make a police report for all gunshot wounds they treat. They'll know where we've come from if we stop. [ And the secrecy of the Knighthood must be upheld via their anonymity. ] Do the best you can to stop the bleeding and cover it up. We'll deal with it back at the castle.

[clarkfuckingkent]

[Clark's eyebrows raise. Castle? Didn't they say knights before too? Man he wants to ask questions but that might lead to them talking about his powers and Lois is here so he just....sits here.]

[fistpump]

[Felicity glowers at Oliver. They didn't bring magic herbs!! He can't just magically heal from this. They don't even really have much of anything in the way of first aid that she's aware of. She'll quick glance around the car/van (spot 18) to see if there's a first aid kit stowed somewhere.]

[telepathy]

[ Rolled for it. There's nothing :( stupid rental car and its lack of safety features. But Felicity's 23 from earlier can take a -4 penalty due to lack of medkit and still successfully restore 1d4 hit points to Oliver. ]

[fistpump]

[Oliver seems to be doing fine all on his own, apparently, she'll go to help Emma in an attempt to keep their deposit on this rental car... they don't take kindly to bloodstains, she's pretty sure. (treat injury 23-4 = 19) (Emma gets a +3 to her HP).]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ lois manages an impressive amount of self-restraint, despite wanting to fire off a million questions at all, so that she can focus on writing. she gets a 25 on her check to do so! which is really great for a slapdash job ok ]

[succubestie]

[Apparently that leaves Bo driving the car, but despite her injuries she speeds away like a fucking pro (drive nat 20).]

Definitely no hospital. We'll be fine.