Corporal Lance — Roleplayer Guild

Wisp/Pheonix Collab

All quiet on the Western Front... as was expected. Wisp didn't really count on anyone but a skeleton crew being there for the night. Then again, it was a private security firm. Mother fuckers were probably armed pretty good. Didn't matter, though. You could have as many guns as you wanted, you'd still go down like a sack of hammers if someone beaned you in the back of the head with a hunk of metal. The room she climbed into looked like some kind of board room. Large table in the center, a number of rolling chairs situated around it. Unfortunately, that meant that it was empty. She could already see that by the light of the moon shining through the open window, even without her flashlight. Deciding it was a bit better to work in the dark, Wisp clicked her flashlight off and pulled her goggles and packed them under her face and neck mask. They could glint in low light, and that would give her away. Wouldn't want that, now would we? She didn't know about anyone else out there robbing banks or armored cars, but bullets were still pretty high on her lethality list. One shot, one kill. Game over, man. She took a moment to listen for anyone that could possibly be outside, finding nothing, and contacted her technical support guru.

"So... what's so bad about Loche Security?" she asked, hoping to get a little more info than she currently had. Which was basically nothing. All she knew at this point was that they were shady as fuck and were protecting the armored car.
"They like to hire people with criminal backgrounds," came Seeds's reply, "Not as in they accept applications from ex-cons, but it looks like they actually prefer to take on employees with checkered pasts. Definitely not a good sign if six of them were transporting something in that car. Whatever it is, it's probably not legal. Wisp smiled. It meant that making the Tooth Fairy a couple bucks richer wasn't going to weigh on her conscience.
"Fine by me. I like it when it's all... cut up in black and white like that. It's not a good feeling when you have to kick the piss out of some Joe Schmoe who's just trying to fe-"
"Hold on, Wisp, I've gotta take this," the techie interrupted.
"Wait, what?" she scoffed in disbelief. What the fuck was more important than making up lost ground to put some petty criminal super-thugs away?
"Seeds. Seeds! Did you just fuckin' hang up on me?!" she hissed in harsh whisper, not wanting to be overly loud. She stood up tall and let her arms swing by her side.
"He fuckin' hung up on me..." she said to no one in particular. Moving her head to each side to loosen her neck, she dug into her pouch with her phone and began to play with it.
"Whatever. I'll just find whatever the hell I'm looking for by myself," she soured, selecting a song from Limp Bizkit from her phone's music library. Little spy number, kinda sounded like Mission Impossible. She bopped her head up and down a few times in approval and snuck out of the doorway, looking to the left and right. Nothing but empty hallway. Empty, creepy hallway. So far so good.

Wisp crept down the hallway, keeping low and to the shadows. She couldn't see down the entirety of the hallway, but the window at the end gave her a good point to shoot for. As long as she could, she stayed out of the moonlight, floating down the hallway like a specter. Wisp never checked any of the doors on her way. Go for the baddies first, find the stuff second. It would really suck if she was halfway through taking a computer apart in a sardine tin-sized room and three jagoffs busted in with shotguns. She would periodically take her earpiece out to stop the music so she could listen above it, but heard nothing. She managed to circle her way to the stairwell and vaulted over the protective wall put in place to keep people from falling. She arrived on the ceiling of the second floor, and began to creep along the tiles. Lights. Some of the lights were on with this floor. Lights meant people. People meant she probably should keep her wits about her. Wisp reached inside her satchel, producing her phone and muting the tunes. Shit was about to get real. Low and slow, steady and silent, Wisp moved about the ceiling clinging to the darkness the entire way, skittering across the lit sections.

*Tiksssss...*

The sudden popping sound made her freeze. It was easily recognizable, everyone knew that sound. It was a can of soda being opened. A soft glow could be seen just a few doors down, and she could hear footsteps coming from within. A break room, maybe? Wisp remained as motionless as one of the light fixtures as she pondered her next move, and a smile twinged at her lips. Without a sound, she flipped from the ceiling to the floor below gracefully, and slunk up to one of the doors nearby. She turned the door knob and pulled it open slowly. Just as she thought, the door squealed on its hinges. An almost sick sense of pleasure shot through her as she heard faster moving footsteps. Speed walking. Dumbass was going to check it out, like a good little pit bull should. This was gonna be fun... A man, slightly taller than average, black hair swept back, and some kind of non-descript tactical uniform came marching up to the door to inspect it. Unlike she had initially assumed, he wasn't carrying a rifle or a shotgun or... pretty much anything. He had a belt with a pistol and some other stuff on it. Pulling out his flashlight, Wisp could see the light projected from behind the door. Her heartbeat began to quicken in anticipation. This was it. The Moment of Truth. Poor sap leaned his head into the room to check it out, shining his flashlight inside to see what it could be. And Wisp... Wisp had never moved after she pulled the door open.

Witnessing perfect head-door ratio, her mask nearly couldn't contain her shit-eating grin as she sent a powerful kick into the wooden frame. The door slammed straight into his perfectly-placed melon, nailing him on the edge of the door frame. It slammed so hard she could hear the wood splinter. Guard fell down. Guard stayed down. Dude didn't move again. Chalk one up for Wisp, Slayer of Dumbasses! She unhooked his belt and searched through his pockets, taking everything he could use against her. Pistol, knife, phone, flashlight... everything he had on him. Taking a booted leg, she pulled him into the room, kind of a cleaning closet, looking place, and bound his legs and hands with zip ties. Then she hog-tied him by zip tying his restraints together, putting a shelf between the zip ties and the unfortunate mother fucker for good measure.

A black shadow whipped through the same window that Wisp had entered through and crouched in the dim moonlight. He sighed a bit; the figure wasn't here. Pheonix had wanted to surprise them, but perhaps he'd still have that chance. They were probably still inside, so he opened the office door slowly and crept out into the pitch black hallway, proceeding to hunt down Wisp. Mikey's ears picked up on everything he could hear as he stalked through the darkness. He would find this person soon. Hopefully he hadn't mis- his thought was interrupted by the sound of a slamming door. Surely that was them? The shade picked up its pace towards the noise...

Taking a short moment to admire her work and check over the human ragdoll in case she missed something, the echoing of footsteps came swiftly and sharply. Wisp turned her head towards the stairs and dove toward the floor, sliding along the tile as the world around her spun to tilt the ground beneath her feet. She came to rest below the small wall just before the stair well, and the beam of a torch bounced up and down erratically as another sucker ascended the steps. When he became close, she performed a low backflip over the wall and clung there as his steps slowed and he began to look around.
"Rich? Rich, what happened?" he called out in earnest. Wisp peered over the edge and came to witness a shorter, stockier guy pointing his flashlight in the direction that she just came. Quietly, she clambered over the edge and began to creep up on him, matching her own footsteps to his as he warily scanned the hallway from left to right, looking at all the doors, corners, and windows. Just not the blind spot behind him.
"I swear to God, man, if you're fucking with me again I'm breakin' my foot off in your ass!" he cried out in false bravado. She could tell by his movements that he was scared, he was only trying to fool himself. It almost made her think twice about what she was about to do...

Like a cobra, her hand darted to his pistol lying in his holster, and she wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him backward and onto his heels.
"Make one fucking sound and I blow your goddamn head off!" she hissed through her teeth. The other goon cried out a little bit, but kept quiet for the most part.
"Who the fuck is here? Tell me who the fuck else is here!" she demanded in her harsh whisper.
"Rich! I-It's just me an' Rich tonight, I swear!" he gasped with her arm around his throat. His tone was a little louder than she liked, and Wisp showed her disdain by burrowing the barrel of his gun further into his temple.

The shadow crawled along the walls, melding with the darkness as it heard a struggle up ahead. It came to rest not too far, yet still far from any light, as it observed the figure threatening and interrogating a man, Strange... He... No, she? Is it a she? Their voices had been muffled before, but Pheonix decided to wait a few moments longer to pick up the figure's voice to confirm his suspicions.

"Shut the fuck up! I said shut the fuck up!" she growled, causing the cowardly thug to whimper. Pfft, crooks never had that much courage anyway. Asshole probably had this comin'.
"Where can I find the employment records?" she stated a little more calmly. Didn't want to get him riled up too much. He might piss himself, and Wisp happened to like the particular pair of jeans she was wearing.
"W-what are you talking abo- Hurk!" he choked, being cut off as she took a large step backward to put more pressure into her hold. So it was gonna be all carrot and no stick, eh? Okay. Game on.
"Don't you fuckin' play dumb with me! The records! The fucking admin shit of who hires you cocksuckers! Where. The fuck. Is it!" Hope was booming at this point, screeching her demands at the poor sap. She'd hate to fire that pistol, but he might not give her any option.
"It's on the first floor! First floor! It's, uh, it's a left at the front desk, and a right down the second hallway! Room 135! Oh God please don't kill me!" he begged, taking a cue from her own voluming as he shrieked in terror. That was Wisp needed to hear. Casually, she tossed the gun forward in front of him. He looked dumbfounded for a second.
"Wha-" he started, but as soon as the goon opened his mouth, Wisp bent backwards and suplexed him straight into the tile strong enough to make the windows rattle, transitioning into a hand spring. Moaning, he began to pull himself up until he was dragged across the floor by an invisible force... and straight to Wisp. Rearing back, she kicked his head like a soccer ball, spraying blood and a couple teeth across the linoleum.

A snort resonated from the shadows, Pheonix was seriously enjoying this chick's display before frowning under his mask suddenly, Shit, she probably heard... He stepped back around the corner of the hallway, somewhat hoping she hadn't heard. A few moments passed before he stuck his head back out to see how she had reacted, This chick reminds me of some of the old bad ass bitches from the 'hood...

By that time, Wisp had already had the security guard searched and disarmed, and had restrained him just like his mate. Although bound to the handrail on the stairs. She kinda wanted to take a picture of him with his fucked up face to put on Imgur for points, but the moment passed. Walking casually down the other end of the hallway a bit, she opened one of the windows facing the street and threw both men's belts and handguns outside. Whew, what a rush! It was a little sick, but it was the part of the job that Wisp liked best. Not beating the shit out of people, of course, but completely dominating them with flair. Need to work on that suplex, though. Should really only take one hit to drop someone that heavy like an iPhone and watch them shatter.

Pheonix watched her throw the belt and handguns out, thinking to himself, The fuck? Why throw away perfectly good weapons?! Okay, maybe the bitch doesn't have common sense... But still... He grumbled to himself, yet he couldn't help feeling the intense urge to hit on her welling up from his womanizing side. He weighed the options, and decided, to hell with it. The shadow cracked its neck and sauntered towards her, hands resting at his side. As he came into the light, he casually said, "Sup."

Wisp turned her head to see a... a fucking ninja? Really? This city's going to hell in a hand basket. Looked like someone picked up the costume from Walmart or some shit. But then again she really couldn't judge. Her own costume was kind of a hand-me-down bastardization. Looked fuckin' cool, though. She stepped away from the window and pulled her tire iron from the sling on her back, holding it loosely in her hand. This guy was definitely crazy, probably a druggie. Or part of some cult gang like the Latin Kings. Her specialty. But what freaked her out a bit was the fact that he snuck up on her. That shouldn't happen. That should never happen. He could've slit her throat if he wanted to... or worse.

She didn't even want to think about it. Instead, Wisp hid behind a brick wall of sarcasm.
"Holy shell, Raph! It's the Shredder!" she mocked in a bad impersonation of reptilian pop culture icons. She took a few casual steps to the side, squaring off against him and centering herself in the hallway. Bringing the tire iron up to point at him, she issued her challenge.
"I've only got three questions for you. Who the hell are you, where did you come from, and do you seriously want to end up like that guy?" Wisp nodded her head over at Hamburger Face chillin' on the stairwell, but didn't take her eyes off of him. It was bad enough he got the drop on her once, it wasn't going to happen again.

Pheonix seriously liked the balls on this one as he pulled his mask down, revealing an enormous pearly white grin. He rummaged around in his gi for a moment, pulling out another joint. Still grinning ear to ear, he brought the joint up to his mouth, though holding it slightly in front as he said, "You know, you shouldn't play with fire..." Pheonix brought a finger up to the end of the joint, lighting a tiny hovering fire at the end. It quickly got the end glowing as the ridiculous ninja took a long drag before exhaling another pungent cloud, "I think you know who I am. But you, I don't know who you are..." He poked the joint at her and took another drag, waiting to see how she'd respond.

Ugh. Fucking druggies, druggies fucking everywhere. She went to high school. Dank was a very distinct type of smell you don't forget. But that irked her, brought her on her guard. No more play time. He was a super. She grimaced beneath her face mask. Shit, shit, shit! Now she wished she'd payed attention to Seeds when he sent all that stupid police record garbage. Whoever he was, he thought he was some kind of big deal. And she sure as hell wasn't going to expose herself by calling him. 40-year old virgin probably wouldn't pick up anyway. Goddamnit! Fucking nerd videogames! If they never killed anyone before, they might just now.

She could almost imagine the news report. A local superhero was murdered late last night while her backup was playing fucking World of Warcraft! She shifted her stance, turning her body sideways against him. The classic confrontation stance, one easiest to move in. She could probably jump back or over him pretty quickly if she had to, but she hoped to God that it didn't come to that.
"Are you stupid, or just really high right now?" she accused, keeping up her front. She wasn't ready to fight another super yet, not until she could get the upper hand. A long hallway didn't spell good things for Wisp.
"Wisp? Didn't find any Double-U's spray-painted anywhere? Don't you watch the news or something? And I don't know how awesome you think you are, I think I'd remember Green Ninja, or whoever the fuck you are."

Pheonix smiled again at her accusations. This 'Wisp' had some serious cajones. He took another long drag, grinning the entire time before exhaling and once more thrusting his joint at her, "A little of both, I'm told. And no, I don't know of any 'Wisp,' but now I do..." Mikey took another drag, biding his time as he thought and considered the situation. She didn't know him. She wasn't after them. He didn't need to be fucking around with her, and could probably leave now. But it was too damn funny. He blew the smoke out of his nose, declaring, "I'm Pheonix. Guess you haven't heard of me... Surprising, considering I make the news. You though, I like you. You're interesting in a stone cold fox kind of way..." He casually brought the joint back to his mouth, most of it had burned up by now, but he wasn't one to waste them. Once more he exhaled, "So. Why are you here, Foxy? You're not after us... So what is it?"

Wisp could feel her heart sink into her shoes. So he controls fire and makes the news? She had the funny feeling that he might've been involved in the Wentworth Bank heist, especially seeing as paranoid as he was and how he said 'us'. But even though she was pretty damn sure, she still couldn't ask Seeds for a match. For the first time in a long time, Wisp was frightened. If he was one of the bank robbers, she needed to do something, or at least get a picture. She wouldn't get another chance like this. And, of course, she couldn't. He would slaughter her. If the 'Pheonix' could do things with fire, her ass was toast in this narrow hallway. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. The only options she had were running... or staying where she was and talking him down. Then again, Wisp was good that way. She knew how to pull most people's strings to get what she wanted.
"None of your business..." she stated. Just that. Not a challenge, no weakness in her tone. A fact. Reaching with one hand into her neck gaiter, she pulled her goggles onto her face, leaning head back and down again.
"Revenge," she said after that. It wasn't technically a lie, but it sure as hell wasn't the truth. She was getting revenge for the city against maniacs like this. Hopefully the gung ho Foot Clan wannabe would buy her line of bullshit.

He smiled again at her defense, and took a moment to look at the guards. Another drag, "So. Revenge. I'm pretty sure revenge makes people kill... Not maim..." His joint was almost finished as he eyed her closely, his own eyes narrowing, "Hmm..." Pheonix stared at her for a few moments as he finished the joint and tossed it away, pulling his mask back up.
"He got in my way..." she conceded, her voice smooth and calm as she spun her lie. "My dad got arrested for drunk driving a couple weeks ago. And a couple weeks ago, a psychopath walked through the police station and decided everyone in the cells were in season, and shot the place up. They didn't do anything, but I'm gonna kill the motherfucker that did." Good enough, but a bluff wasn't worth the air used to make the words without betting some chips. She tilted her head a little at him as she spoke as calmly and smoothly as she had before.
"Are you gonna get in my way...?"

"Seems I already am," he chuckled as he scratched his chin through the mask, "I think I heard of that guy. Him, he's real evil. I just do what needs to be done, see?" His footing shifted subtly as he moved his center of mass, "If you want, Foxy, you might ask my help in killing him. It would be justice for those in the station as well... I do, however, have a request.." He stared at her again for a moment, subconsciously wondering if she was fucking with him. The story was far-fetched to say the least, it would take a number of coincidences to make it happen, but it was possible...

"You can keep your goddamn justice, I get to kill him!" she barked, trying to sound believable with desperation in her tone. Only it didn't come from anger. It came from fear.
"He killed my dad! No one else gets to kill him but me! Now what the hell do you want?!" she shrieked at him, slipping easier into the role as she went along. She gripped her tire iron more tightly, causing it to tilt slightly. If he didn't back down or bow out soon, he might just force her hand. Want to or not, smart decision or not, she'd have to fight him.

Mikey raised his eyebrows and drew back a little, surprised. Was this chick crazy? Well, that's not a legitimate question. How crazy was this chick? His mind reasoned that perhaps she was just very emotional about her loss, which made sense. Pheonix actually felt some empathy for her, "Relax, damn. Are you always this high-strung? Do you really expect to kill him alone??" THAT was something Wisp was looking for, but he kept asking questions. He backed off a bit, but she needed him to back off all the way.
"I don't care! But I have to do it! I won't let someone else do it for me!" The fear crept into her voice this time, she couldn't help it. It was hard not to. Keeping up a facade like that was difficult. Go away, just turn your crazy ass around and walk away...

Fear. He could practically smell it on her suddenly. Why would she be afraid? Was she afraid of him? Mikey looked at her curiously, "Wait. Are you afraid of me? Why are you here, anyway, you never answered me..." His weight shifted again as he felt her emotions rising. Mikey started to seriously worry this woman was unstable. Wisp froze. Damnit, Seeds, why did you have to choose videogames over this...?

"No, I'm not!" she attempted to refute, but her voice cracked. Not a good thing. Her heart began to pound, pulse quicken, forehead sweat. Behind her goggles, she quickly scanned around for options. She didn't have anything to counteract fire. Gravity was useless to her. She could always run for it. The window was always an option, but she still needed to get the records. The stairs were]/i] closer to her than they were to him, and she was pretty sure that she could make it down them faster. A head-on attack would be stupid if she just ran into a wall of fire. The stairs. They were the smart bet.
"I just did! Don't you fucking listen?!" she shouted at him, trying to keep up more false bravado. Although it was probably too late at this point.

Michael truly didn't know what the fuck had crawled up this lady's skirt. Well. Jeans. Part of him could taste her fear now. It was then he realized why Wisp might be losing her shit so much. He had her essentially cornered, and probably unable to use whatever let her hover everywhere in such close quarters. All he would've really had to do to kill or beat her would be to throw fire down the entire hallway.

And this woman honestly believed he was going to do that without her attacking him, "Lady, I don't think [i]you're listening to me. I'm offering to help you, with a guy who probably isn't even here, and you're freaking the fuck out. What the hell do you think I am?" His weight shifted again as he prepared for her to potentially charge him out of pure recklessness, but he wasn't about to let her just run. He wanted to know if she lying. She'd seen his face. She could ID him. Mikey clenched his fists, God damn it... Finn will tear into my ass for that one if he finds out...

That was it. Her lie had failed. She hadn't expected him to dig so deep into it, and it fell apart like a wet newspaper. Nothing she could say at this point. Little she could do at this point would change anything. So she defaulted to what her powers were best used for. She didn't attack him, didn't try to throw him, didn't go for any kind of harm. Wisp decided to run. Her head moved ever-so-slightly towards the stairs before she cut away, breaking into a full-bore sprint to the steps. She leapt over the side, coming to the top of the ceiling on the first floor. Without missing a step, she continued running as fast as she could towards the front desk. Room 135, Room 135... she had to find it before he did! Everything was riding on what she found!

"God damn it you crazy bitch! Why the hell are you running?!" yelled Pheonix. He saw her go to leap over the stairs and assumed she was going down. Dual blades of plasma formed in his hands and he cut through the floor, falling. The ninja braced himself as he landed and spotted her. Immediately, he felt his legs kick into high gear, throwing him forward incredibly quickly. He barked out an order, "STOP! Don't make me hurt you!" Mikey concentrated his strength and prepared to unleash a flurry of flames that would travel quickly to her through the bottleneck of the hallway, "For fuck's sake, STOP!"

The front desk was in sight, the lobby just out of her reach. The second right down the left hallway... exactly where she was heading. When she heard a high-pitched whine and a collapsing of ceiling tiles, her pulse raced faster, and her legs began to carry her as fast as they would go. And she heard him, just behind her, getting closer, and closer...

NO! THIS WASN'T THE TIME TO GIVE UP!

"You stop!" she shouted back, mentally reaching out to the mammoth, wooden monstrosity that was the front desk. It soared toward her... and past her, sailing toward the fiery ninja as it tumbled across the ground like a giant die. Maybe she wasn't faster after all, but she could sure as hell slow him down! She performed a quick turn as the desk tumbled toward its target, and pressed her gravitational weight down on the flimsy ceiling tiles. The began to rain down, crashing across the ground, creating both a falling and tripping hazard. Let's see him run through that!

Pheonix was surprised that she lifted and threw the front desk with her mind. He hadn't expected that, so he burst into the office to his immediate left. His dual blades disappeared as he thrust both his hands forward, charging into the office walls and simply melting his way through them, their semi-molten blobs flowing over him as he leapt through the holes. To Wisp, he would've likely appeared to have disappeared, but in fact he burst through the final wall into the lobby and sprinted after her once more, having already significantly closed the distance. He roared, "What is wrong with you?!" before throwing a wave of fire at her, bending the sides to try to just cut her off without harming her.

The vigilante of gravity had already shifted around and continued to flee down the hallway when the fire alarms began to blare. The sprinkler heads in front of her burst open in a torrent, dousing the building in a shower of water. If she wasn't in a rush before, she sure as hell was now. City response times for fires were ten minutes give or take, and if the water fried the hard drive she'd really be screwed. But it wasn't just that. If the fire alarms were going off, that meant-
Wisp snapped around from her sprint, letting the momentum carry her at the same speed as she floated along the ceiling when she caught witness of the wall melting and Ryu Hayabusa leaping through. Her eyes widened and her breath held in her lungs for a moment when he sprayed forth a wall of flames at her. She held her arms up in front of her face to protect her, but the embers traveled around her. Before she could stop herself, she felt the intense heat move over her, suffocating her, licking at her skin, searing her hair. She could hear the crackle and whistle of the flames burning the air, walls, and ceiling around her. For nearly a quarter of a second Wisp knew how a Porterhouse must feel as the inferno burned around her. And then it was over. She was sailing through water once more. It offered little comfort in the ways of easing the heat she had felt, and none in what she would no doubt relive several times that night, but the known fact that she was literally out of the frying pan had forced more breath into her lungs.

Wisp vaulted off the ceiling in a hand spring, returning to the floor to continue the chase, nearly slipping and breaking her neck on the slippery floor. Rationality took hold as she saw her turn: the second hallway. And with rationality came ideas. With the infernal assassin dead on her heels, she let herself swing around the corner on an outstretched arm and dove to the floor feet first... and the room slanted before her. Creating a makeshift waterslide out of the wet tile, she shot down the hallway on her back, counting the room numbers as she flew past. Praying that she was faster than he was.

This chick was freaking annoying, fast, and really damn creative. She must manipulate gravity to move stuff including herself, reasoned Pheonix, as he continued charging after her. His attempt to slow her down didn't seem to work particularly well, especially considering it set off the sprinkler alarms. Mikey grumbled and turned up the heat, vaporizing the water that had soaked his clothing as well as wherever he stepped to help try to keep him from slipping.

He flew around the corner after her, surprised to witness the woman using the wet floor like a slip'n'slide, Damn this woman is frustrating! Mikey yelled at her, "It would be nice if you'd turn down the crazy, Wisp! I'm not trying to hurt you, I swear! I just want answers!" The man was still perplexed that she was running like she was. Clearly she was afraid of him, and she might have reason to be so, but it was self-defense killing those guards. He even offered to help her! What the hell did she seriously think he was? A serial killer slash rapist??

Sure, he wasn't trying to hurt her NOW, but she very well couldn't tell him another lie or mix up the one she already did tell him. And if he knew the truth, that would change everything. Crazy or not, Wisp wasn't about to volunteer to be well-done with a side of crinkle cut fries. 131... 133... Wisp thrust her tire iron into the side of the door of Room 135 as she slid down the wet tile. Stopping at that speed wasn't going to be an option at her current speed without going down another couple of rooms or slipping and falling on her face, or even without injuring herself from a sudden stop. She grunted and held onto her makeshift prybar for dear life as she jerked against it, splintering the wood of the door as she came to an abrupt halt. Resetting the orientation of the floor to normal, she scrambled to her feet and flung the door open. She had gotten some distance, but not enough to be safe. Hell, she wasn't going to be safe until she was a couple blocks away from the sociopath. With a couple police lines in between for good measure. She mentally slammed the door behind her, hopefully hard enough to jam it on its moorings and vaulted over the desk. Underneath sat a computer tower, and she began to fumble with the cords connecting it to the monitor, power source, keyboard, and everything else standing in her way of the hard drive. As she tugged at the power supply, it sparked at her in the downpour, and she reflexively dropped it. Not much time left, too much time taken already... Fuck it. Wisp yanked the computer free with a twist of Earth's natural force, sending the hardware crashing into the wall behind her.

Fuck it, this bitch is causing me enough trouble. Time to really scare the shit out of her! She wants a psycho?! She'll get one!! Pheonix slid to a stop as he gripped the door and pulled for a moment, noticing it was jammed. Inside, he heard a crash, wondering what the hell was happening. It didn't matter though, as he slammed his hands against the door, sending a column of flame spouting into the room in an attempt to fill it with fire. He continued burning his way in, stepping through the hole and roaring, "You want to play Psycho Killer?! Alright then!"

Wisp felt very fortunate to already have a face mask as smoke began to billow into the room, somewhat mottled with the water pouring down from the sprinkler heads. She was trapped like a rat in the maze, the cheese just behind her and the cat in the doorway. But it was never a good idea to corner the rat. Cornered rats got violent. With flames licking at the ceiling and walls around the doorway, Wisp kicked the desk in front of her and everything upon it towards him, and charged with her tire iron.

Mikey's face contorted into a devilish grin. She finally summoned up some of those balls from before to fight him. And he liked a good fight. The desk came at him hard, so he braced himself against it, arms crossed in front of his face. Pheonix let himself slide back a bit and then jump into the hallway, the desk slamming against the sides of the door, "Decided to play, did we?!" Wisp responded by sending a fly kick into the desk, shattering and sending chunks of wood towards him. Pheonix responded with a wall of fire and the shifting of his body with his side towards her, letting the bits flow past him.

He stood in the hallway looking at her, taking a moment to breathe in some of the smoke, "Isn't it nice? The smell of fire?" The firebender exhaled a large cloud of smoke and then unleashed two volleys of flames down both ends of the hallway, setting them on fire, "I'm going to get my god damn answers." He summoned his plasma blades in his hands and stared at her, halfway expecting her to charge him again, "If you don't give me what I want, I'll have to cook you alive in that room, Foxy..."

That was game. Match, set. Winner: Scorpion. Wisp had already worked out what she was going to retaliate with as soon as he demanded his answers and made his threat, but it would mean she would lose her information in exchange for her life. It was supposed to be easy, just break in, take a hard drive, get out. Until half the building was burnt down. Now she'd have nothing but the bank, and she really wasn't going to feel like it after this. Well, now was the time to face the music. Wisp calmly walked out from the room, sliding her tire iron behind her back. She looked up to the ninja, Pheonix, looked him dead in the eyes behind her goggles. They reflected flames, wrath, and murder. She was always innovative, that was her specialty. Finding the way that no one else imagined or thought of in advance. She took a step forward and embraced him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

Micheal's heavy breathing slowed as she approached, The hell is she doing? Giving up? He was stunned as she wrapped his arms around him, immediately making him lose his concentration, causing his blades of plasma to disappear. The 'cool' gangster felt his heart race even harder than it had been as she just stared at him. He reached up and pulled her goggles up onto her forehead to lock eyes with her, then pulled his own mask down. The man opened and closed his mouth a few times, wanting to say something, but he was at a loss for words for once.

His concentration utterly broken, and his focus entirely on her, he failed to notice the sprinklers had stopped raining down on them, how all the fires he made had completely dwindled, or how the walls had become covered with water. Instead, he wrapped his own arms around her. Pheonix hadn't expected such a sudden change, and his confused, distracted mind refused to work properly. The only thing he comprehended was this woman's eyes and her body pressed against his. A far softer voice flowed out of him as he found some of his old 'swagger' at last, "I... Uh... Your eyes are like piercing green jewels, you know that?"

Bright, emerald eyes stared back into Phoenix's, reflecting desperation, fear, uncertainty. But there was a sort of blankness to them, as if she was staring into space, or past him. Wisp was concentrating, and the thug wasn't helping. She felt her own heart skip a beat when he pulled her goggles up, a twinge on her own heart strings that made the task all the more difficult. He was dangerous, but then again Wisp was one to flirt with danger. Just never that literally. The water began to pool on both of them, and she realized what was coming after a moment of being lost in his eyes. Wisp articulately answered his flattery with something of her own.

"Huuuuuuu!" came her breath as she inhaled deeply. The collective of water from the sprinklers and the floor came crashing around them violently in pooling waves as the two tumbled around as if inside a washing machine in the water pocket she had made. It had taken all of her focus, but she managed to pull everything from the hallway to the center, of which being herself and Pheonix. As they swirled and twisted in the water, Wisp let go of him and allowed herself to be thrown from his grasp. She swam in the direction she forced to be 'up', violently kicking and struggling to break her head above the surface. She thrust her hand through the water and managed to plant a hand on the wall, using that and her own manipulation of gravity to wrench herself free of the water and flop onto the floor, gasping for breath, the bubble still behind her. Looking back and clenching her fists as she gave the gigantic water droplet her full attention, she sent it rocketing to the other end of the hallway and into the wall. She could only hope that the force of the water pressure would break the window and send him flying out.

Drowning. It was a terrible sensation, one that Pheonix suddenly found himself enduring. It was ironic that he was now dying from the breathlessness this woman had caused him, something he would no doubt recognize later. But for now, he couldn't think of anything other than being unable to breath. For some reason he kept his grip on Wisp as long as he could, but it too broke when she kicked away from him. Panic set in as he tried to swim around, failing to gather the focus necessary to just surround himself in flames. He'd never been a particularly good swimmer, considering his kind of people generally didn't have pools in their backyards.

Slowly, the world drained away from him as his body involuntarily tried to continue fighting. His lack of breath before being overtaken by the water was his undoing. Pheonix's consciousness slipped away as the bubble was sent crashing down the hallway, jettisoning his body through the window. Glass embedded itself through his clothes and into his skin as his motionless, limp body half-slid, half-rolled across the ground. Had he been awake, he would've felt his skin being torn into by the concrete of the parking lot out back. Finally, the essentially lifeless man came to a rest halfway to the middle of the lot, lying on his back.

She watched in relief as the water washed everything out the window at the other end of the hallway, ninja included. Taking a breath, she hesitantly stood on shaky legs, nearly losing her balance and slipping on the wet floor. Her head began to throb as the pain set in. It was no easy feat to accomplish what she just did, but it worked as her salvation. Clutching her head, she pulled her face mask down to allow herself to breathe through the soaked material. Gasping a few more times, labored breaths to get more air into her lungs after the smoke and water, she attempted to fit her goggles back onto her face, nearly washing her eyes out as they'd been filled with it. She was soaked to the bone, and felt incredibly heavy and tired. Tilting them to empty the water out, she put them back on her face, dealing with the droplets on the lenses. Whether or not it sucked, she couldn't let anyone see her face completely. She took one last look at the window to make sure he wasn't about to charge through or send a fireball after her, she turned and slowly jogged towards the lobby, waterlogged shoes squishing underneath her.

Basically stumbling out the door, opening them under her weight when arms weren't enough, she looked around again. Wisp could swear she could hear sirens in the distance, but wasn't sure who it was, or if she even did. She felt shell-shocked and wasn't all there, and it's not as if she didn't have water in her ears. Beaten, bruised, feeling defeated and half-drowned, Wisp let her body lift itself from the sidewalk in front of the building, soaring over the rooftops straight in front of her, leaving a trail of water behind her as she went.

As Wisp flitted away, Pheonix woke up and rolled onto his side, coughing up at least a few liters of water. He struggled to breath for a few minutes before completely rolling onto his belly and using all four of his limbs to get to his feet. Mikey took in the dimly lit parking lot for a little while longer, listening to the sirens. Doubtless the fire department was on their way, but he didn't care. The man slowly walked back towards the building, haphazardly climbed through the window, and walked through the blackened hallway. The sirens grew louder as he came to the room he'd cornered her in, She turned in here... On purpose... Why?

His eyes caught on a computer, half-shattered against the back wall. Stumbling forward he looked it over and decided to take it with him. It made sense that this was what she wanted, and he wanted to know why. He bent down and struggled to form a tiny beam of plasma, slicing the metal around the hard drive as he didn't have time to carefully remove it. As the fire department and police arrived, he disappeared out the back into the undergrowth of the city, his mind racing.

After nearly ten minutes of flight, Wisp came to settle down on an empty rooftop. She lowered herself gently to the gravel, taking a few uneasy steps to the lip where she sat down. She pulled her face mask and goggles down around her neck, and undid the hair clips keeping her hood up, pulling that down as well. She sat motionless and stared into space for a moment before standing up once more, taking the sling from around her shoulders and tossing the tire iron to the ground, along with her soaked hoodie. Face mask, goggles, vest, and utility belt soon followed, and she lowered herself down to the ledge again. Reaching a hand out, the belt skittered towards her with the gravel of the rooftop, where she pulled her phone out. Staring at the blank screen, she held the power button for a second. Two seconds. Three... Nothing. Holding it up, water poured out of her smart phone and onto the roof. Stone-faced, she casually tossed it into the gravel and produce her soaked cigarettes and lighter. Putting a bent, wet cigarette to her lips, she emptily flicked her non-functioning Bic a few times before realizing it wouldn't work. That was what snapped her out of her trance.

"Son of a bitch!" she shrieked, hurling her squishy cigarettes down hard, her lighter soon to follow.
"Son of a... fucking... bitch...!" she began to whimper, her eyes tearing up as she began to cry. She lost the mark, failed her mission, had nearly gotten herself killed and for what? Nothing. No good came out of that. It was supposed to be easy, get in and get out, and now her phone was dead, her camera was probably fried, and her trails had both gone cold. She couldn't even go back to the bank if she wanted to with no gear to document evidence, and Lord knew she already didn't want to. Wisp had had enough. She broke down into tears as she slid to the floor, hugging her knees. Her shoulders heaved as she began to quietly sob. This wasn't supposed to happen! None of this was supposed to happen! She was supposed to find out about the armored car, swing by Wentworth Bank, and take some photos, but that all got shot to Hell because of that... fucking... Wisp didn't even know. She knew what she felt before, and she hated it. She hated him. He ruined everything! If he hadn't have shown up, she could've found out about the Executioner, Black Jack, and might've been able to catch that ninja bastard and his partner by next weekend, but no! He had to show his stupid, stupid face and fuck everything up! She wished she had Seeds to talk to, just to vent and calm her down a little, but she didn't even have that. He'd talk some sense into her, stop her from doing something stupid. God... her phone. She couldn't afford a new camera, a new phone, and rent. And she sure as fuck wasn't going to work tomorrow. Wisp began to shiver, but because of her cold wet clothes or despair, she didn't know.

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