Wisp and Jinx
NREEEP!!
NREEEP!!
NREEP!!
The freight elevator sounded its warning as it made its descent into the bowels of the earth, squealing and grinding on its gears as it crawled. Wisp tapped her foot impatiently, tapping her slender fingers on crossed arms.
"So you don't know where this elevator goes?" she grilled her nerd tech support.
"The map isn't perfect. I know there's quite a few rooms on either side where you get off, probably storage. If I had to guess, I'd say this has something to do with loading and unloading cargo. But I'm not exactly sure."
"Get more sure," the vigilante commanded, "I'm walking into a hornet's nest here, the least you can do is tell me what kind of hornets."
"That's all she wrote, Wisp. I'm sorry, but I don't have enough information and I can't just hack into Carver Industries to get better maps." The gravity bending heroine let out an irritated sigh, lolling her neck from one side to the other. The blood had stopped running down her face like a faucet, but that didn't make her nose feel any better. Now she just felt stuffed up and scabby. And soggy. And pissed. She liked to play to her strengths and get her work done with stealth and finesse, but at this point all she wanted to do was clock a motherfucker upside the head with her iron. Wincing, breathing heavily, Wisp reared her head back and let forth a powerful sneeze.
"Goddamnit!" she shouted.
"Blood start flowing again?" Seeds casually mentioned.
"Yeah... son of a cock-sucking box-munching bitch!" she cursed again, wiping her nose with inside of the bandanna tied to her face. Before this is all said and done with, it'd probably be crustier than a preteen boyscout's sock. Wisp growled angrily as she tapped her foot harder, the lights in the elevator shaft sluggishly passing by. Damn these things take forever.
She could see her past the grate as the elevator made its first and final stop: some Black Widow wannabe bitch about her age. She simply stood there as Wisp's platform lowered, herself doing much the same. It shook violently as it reached the landing, moaning on its hinges, and the whirring of cogs continued as the grating peeled itself back. Wisp took two steps forward, coming within arm's length of the girl, and the grating behind her slowly shut with a metal shaking sound. Just like that of a closing prison cell. Already more than mildly annoyed at tonight's events, Wisp made the silent decision to make her face hamburger if she got in her way. And she'd enjoy that. She'd enjoy the hell out of it.
"Well well well..." she snarked, sticking a hand in a pocket of her hoodie, "If it isn't one of the Teen Titans..."
"Impressive tussle. Listen, you're trespassing, assaulting multiple men and destroyed quite a bit of private property." The raven haired girl said plainly, her arms crossed and unmoving. "But it's time to turn around and go home."
Jinx wasn't tall, broad or particularly stocky in any way- there wasn't a great deal of mass connected to her frame. Obviously physically fit, her uniform was a tight fitting black two piece cat-suit that was seamless against her figure. The top flared out at her wrists and at her collar, looking more like a business suit than an exercise uniform. She wore a pair of high heels that clicked loudly against the steel floor when she made three slow steps to one side of the corridor.
"If you make me, you'll be heading out in a body bag. Except we don't use those here." She said, cracking her knuckles. "So I guess it'll be the dumpster."
Wisp sneered at her beneath her mask. Cocky bitch, but not as cocky as this bitch.
"I'm pretty flattered you'd want to show me 'round your place," she quipped, "...buuuuuut I'm not leaving yet." Wisp began to step around the girl, circling her with slow, plodding steps. Who was she, some sort of, like, secret agent or something? Apparently the Tower had a fetish for hiring weirdos. Dangerous weirdos, though. She'd have to stay on her toes, but that's one thing she already had an advantage over. Wisp was wearing flats, and this girl was wearing heels. Heels weren't a good choice to threaten someone's life in. Try boots next time, skank.
"I haven't gotten what I've came for. And besides..." Wisp nodded toward the elevator as it began to screech and cry, calling out in agony. Her head pounded as her eyes furrowed, increasing the weight to over triple what it was to include the elevator itself, ripping it from its moorings under its own load. The wiry twang of the cables could be heard to snap, and sparks shot up like fireworks as the emergency brake engaged, dragging the platform down almost a whole two feet before she mentally relaxed. Wisp chuckled breathlessly, prying her crowbar from her back fluidly.
"...the elevator's broken."
"Dumpster it is." Jinx said with a smile curling on the side of her lips. There was a low rumble in her tone, a lioness just waiting to claw its way out.
Taking a few broad steps forward on her loudly clicking heels, the petite vixen walked with complete confidence toward the armed intruder. Her head tilted to the side every-so slightly, she looked like a parent about to reprimand an unruly child. She reached forward, not trying to swing a punch or even scratch at Wisp's face- instead, she made a quick motion to take the crowbar out of the assailant's grasp, wrenching it from her hands. Wisp stood stunned for nearly half a second before she continued.
"Don't say I didn't warn-"
"Bitch!" She was cut off, only inches from Hope. Before the raven-haired girl could react, a clenched fist came crashing into her temple with enough force to send her sprawling backward. Or it would have, if Wisp's leather-gloved hand hadn't taken ahold of a hunk of her hair.
Pinned by her dark curls, Jinx let out a deep hiss and locked eyes with Wisp and the impressive beginning to the brawl. Swinging her leg up higher most trained cheerleaders, the steel toe of her high heel rocketed forward to make contact with Hope's already broken nose. Hope's foresight in wearing goggles was the only thing keeping her nasal bone from smashing into her brain. Jinx's foot landed square in the vigilante's face, her nose erupting in another fountain of blood as sharp, intense pain shot through her head and her ears began to ring.
Wisp yelped and stumbled back a few steps, her hand protecting her injury. Nails of white hot agony hammered themselves through her sinuses and into her brain, making her eyes water up with tears. And she began to see red. The hooded hero bullrushed the dark clad girl with a death scream, tackling her by the waist, and the two of them tumbled down the hallway as they entered freefall toward the massive metal doors, Wisp savagely grabbing and clawing at whatever she could get her hand on while beating her violently with the other.
Jinx let out a muffled gasp of air as she and Wisp went tumbling down the Level One corridor. The scrappy hero had a fist full of her hair and left a shallow scratch down her left jaw and chin. Propelled by the force of the tackle or Hope's powers, they slid across the seamless steel floor in a clawing heap until the sound of a sudden vacuum of air echoed in the otherwise silent hallway. The vigilante found herself clutching at a small bit of dark hair, alone and twenty five feet from the broken elevator. Eerily silent, there wasn't a trace of the smug-talking assassin. Wisp looked around wildly. She was just here a second ago! Her head whipped from left to right, and then she pulled herself to her feet and spun around. Nothing. Not a soul save for her own.
"Where the fuck did sh-urk!"
-BAMF!-
Jinx materialized in a cloud of purple smoke that appeared out of thin air and disippated just as quickly. The girl slid forward at the same speed she had vanished, her elbow smashing into the vigilante's ribs. She was propelled backward, letting her feet fly out from beneath her and delivering a push kick to the goth chick's chest. Wisp sailed through the air in zero-G, bouncing off of the elevator grating and settling on the ceiling, planting a hand to orient herself. Bitch knocked the wind out of her, but it knocked her out of her rage, too.
"Seeds... how the fuck do I beat a teleporter?" she huffed, breathing heavily. Before it felt like someone had been driving railroad ties into her face, but now it felt as if they abandoned the railroad ties altogether and just decided to smash her with the mallet.
"What? Why-"
"Notimeanswernow!" she blurted out, kicking off from her spot on the ceiling to bound across the walls in a spiral pattern, trying to gain some distance and stay high and mobile. She wasn't off to a great start, and if things continued to go this way she'd be screwed. And maybe dead.
Jinx tumbled backward from Wisp's kick to the chest, sending her rolling again with the other super flying across the room. When Hope made her return trip in a spiral, flying from floor, to ceiling, to wall and back again, it was hard to track. The dark haired girl rolled backwards from the impact and righted herself so fluidly that it looked almost rehearsed. She crouched with both hands pressed against the shining steel floor and jumped into the air just as the flying super was about to stream by.
As Wisp had hoped, the teleporter missed catching onto any part of her before vanishing in mid-air with another loud 'Bamf!' and puff of smoke. She reappeared, moving at the same speed, falling from the ceiling several feet down the hall just as Hope narrowly passed again. Jinx vanished before impact with the floor; Wisp was only ten feet from the steel doors at the other end and evading purely out of her random pattern. The teleporter appeared a third time, moving even faster because of her brief free-fall, this time headed directly for Wisp, her right aimed for the other's mirroring shoulder and collar bone.