Tuesdays Suck and So Does Slade [OPEN]

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School was out!

Rose had been staring out the window of her biology class listening to the teacher drone on and on about cells as the minutes ticked away slow as hours. Finally, though, the bell rang and in a flurry of rustling papers and flung schoolbags she had made it to her locker, pulled out the books she would need to not do her homework that night, and then the girl was off, walking at power speeds to get down the front steps and onto the sidewalk. Normally, the youngest Wilson would have gone to her dorm room and changed and dropped off her backpack before going out on the town. Today was different though. It was a Tuesday afternoon and she was meeting William Wintergreen.

Will could have been considered a Grandfather figure, maybe, if you were the sort of kid whose Father was an idiot. Wintergreen had certainly done more for Rose than Slade ever had. He was interested in her studies and would always reprimand her grammar and posture like a good English butler. Rose loved Will because he had become family. Most days she loved him more than her own father. The Tuesday checkups were both a bore and a treat: Rose loved the attention but she hated it when Will reprimanded her about doing poorly in the studies she had decided didn't matter or about the way she carried her self or behaved at school.

As the schoolgirl approached the cafe they usually met at she slowed to a casual stroll running her fingers quickly through her long white hair to avoid it being commented on. Rose always felt stupid in her school uniform with the white blouse, navy blazer and skirt but Wintergreen always said the uniform made her look refined "like a young lady." Gag! What did old people know anyway? At least the cafe was close enough to the school that she was less likely to get hassled.

The door swung open with a ding and Rose made her way inside. Her blue eyes instantly darted to the table where she usually saw the familiar, wrinkled countenance of Wintergreen but today the booth was empty. Irrational panic settled like a weight in Rose's gut and she turned her head quickly to see if she could find him somewhere else in the cafe. One sweep was all she needed. William Wintergreen was nowhere to be seen. He was also never late. This left the Wilson girl frowning, but there wasn't much else to do as she settled down in the regular booth to wait. Maybe she would use the extra time and actually get her homework done for once.

The shadows lengthened through the windows and by the time Rose had just finished scribbling in her last (probably incorrect) math equation she realized that Will was two hours late. It was getting close to five and she was hungry. The girl ordered a sandwich and checked her phone to make sure the old man hadn't sent her a message letting her know where he was and why he was late. Rose felt she was justified in being worried now. Maybe she should go check up on the old man? Despite reason telling her this was a terrible idea the youngest Wilson quickly finished her sandwich, packed her bag, and rushed out the cafe door.

Roughly an hour later Rose was deep in the middle of a less savory part of Jump City and headed for the entrance to one of her Father's haunts that she had last seen Wintergreen. She had tried the Major's apartment and found it spotless but empty. Now she was going to see if her deadbeat Father was the reason she wasn't getting her weekly dosage of adult attention. If he was...boy did she have some choice words for him. Will would disapprove. Hardcore.

The part of town Rose was walking through could have been described as dirty at best. Normally, the girl didn't look so out of place wearing her baggy sports clothes and wandering through the rougher areas. Today, however, in her school uniform she stuck out like a nun at a Hooters. And got just about as much attention. It was easy to ignore the catcalls and the stupid remarks. It was not quite so easy to ignore when someone reached out and snagged her shoulder. Moving instinctively the girl used the momentum created by the extra weight of her bag to smash into her assailant. The move was supposed to catch the guy off guard, and it did, but she merely ended up cornered by another man who took her bag away from her.

There were five of them altogether. Rose fought like a wildcat and it was easy to see that she had inherited her Father's deadly abilities...or been taught well by her Mother. Take your pick. She left bruises, that was for certain, and she even took one of the men down for a few minutes with a well placed kick to the groin. It was pure bad luck that one of her attacks ended with her on the ground and one of the men standing over her with a smug expression on his ugly face. Rose was hauled up off the ground, her arms held tightly behind her back. Even though she didn't want to, a hand pushed up under her jaw and forced her to look up to make sure she was paying attention to whatever they had to say.

“You're going to send your Father a message for us, Wilson xiao jie.” the man said. She could tell he was the leader because of the way he carried himself. He also had the best English and most attractive face. Figured.

Rose practically snarled, her upper lip curling back to reveal her teeth. She shook her chin out of his grasp and glared at the man. “How about you tell him yourself after I kick your sorry butts and hand you over on a silver platter?”

The laughter that suddenly surrounded her was infuriating. She strained against the hold she was in looking less like a schoolgirl and more like a wild animal. Suddenly she heard them saying things, things she had no idea what they meant: but they were probably talking about her, she decided, since she was the center of attention.

“Ying chi,” she heard the man behind her say as much as she felt the rumble of his voice behind her and his breath was warm on her ear. “Jing zhou bu chi chi fa zhou.” She had no idea that he was actually just warning her against doing anything stupid. What Rose did understand, however, was the proximity of his head to hers.

The littlest Wilson smashed the back of her head into the face of the guy behind her and smirked when she heard as well as felt the satisfying crunch of a nose breaking. The hands holding her instantly let go and the girl vaulted forward into a crouched fighting position. The shriek that emanated from the alleyway sounded like it had come from a woman. Despite being surrounded, however, Rose thought she was doing perfectly fine.

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Evening was a good time to do less the legal business. The cover of darkness gave many advantages to working in broad daylight. Wykkyd knew how comforting the shadows could be. So what was the thief doing out before sunset? He was on the hunt! Some of the best things to steal weren't in the hands of upstanding people. They also tended to be guarded a bit better as well.

In his own mind Wykkyd had gone rogue. He was no anti-hero using less than savory methods to deal blows to the criminal underground. He was a thief, and an equal opportunity one as of recent times. It was the thrill of the hunt and act that motivated him. However, he did think he might get some enjoyment of sabotaging some big villain's plan by taking a single key item. He could sew the seeds of all sorts of chaos if he planted evidence at the scene of it being someone else. Get them to look in the other direction, away from whatever shadow he'd be hiding in. Figuratively speaking.

When it came to organized crime, punctuality was an important part of a meeting. Bad neighborhoods made good meeting places because the police wouldn't be looking in them. Not unless there was a big call, and not without backup. It was a great place to hold a meeting. A guy in a suit was a giant beacon that something was happening. He just needed to find one guarding a door, or tail a group of them. It wasn't going to be a needle in a haystack search, but he still needed to do all the legwork.

The sounds of combat alerted Wykkyd to something going down. The thief quickly jumped to another building and sprinted across the roof to see what was going on. What he saw was something of mixed feelings. A girl cornered by five men. Not good. She moved like an accomplished fighter, but there still disadvantages in her corner. Things looked worse when one of them finally got a hold of her. Still, Wykkyd didn't move yet. Moving too soon could be bad for him.

He picked up a little of what was said. It sounded like the muscle was speaking Chinese. Could they be triads? It could be fun to pull a job on them. They had also mentioned the girl's father. Could she be some sort of mafia princess? Things seemed a lot worse. There was more than one way to send a message, especially through someone's child. It was a bold move too, one that would surely require retaliation. Such a thing wouldn't be done unless the higher ups were confident they could weather the backlash. What sort of ace did they have up their sleeve, and how could he take it from them?

The girl acted again. She broke out of the hold by breaking a guys nose. It'd bleed and hurt, but wouldn't keep the guy out of the picture long. Wykkyd scanned the group to pick his target. The girl kept her back to broken nose guy. He'd be down for a few more precious seconds and not a threat. If he swooped down on him he may set the girl off and take a reactionary kick to the head. Not an option. Boss guy was considered next. He probably had the most information out of the five, but the girl might have plans for him if she won the fight. Pride was one thing to consider.

Judging by her stance she was favoring her right. Goon to her far left it was, give her one less target to defend against.

Kyd Wykkyd leaped off of the edge of the building clutching his cape with both hands. It billowed behind him, slowing his decent just enough so he wouldn't hurt himself. He fell on one of the girl's assailants, wrapping him in his cape. Quick hands relieved the guy of his wallet and cellphone. A portal took care of the thug. In one quick moment Wykkyd's cape looked bulged out from having another person under it, and in the next it collapsed and fell against him normally. Under his cape he used another portal to toss his loot back to his hideout.

The demon thief had made one person disappear, and now solid red eyes narrowed down on the other four. He struck no pose, standing still and upright with his cape covering most of his body. The person Wykkyd sent away was fine. Aside from having a person fall on him Wykkyd didn't send him someplace horrible. He was still in the city, just on top of one of the bridge's big towers. Someone would find him... eventually. His friends wouldn't know that though.

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Rose was surrounded. Honestly, this wasn't anything terribly new, and it could be told by the schoolgirl's cocky demeanor as she faced a group that both outnumbered and outmatched her in strength. She wasn't frightened. She was pissed. The youngest Wilson smirked as she felt the sudden increase in adrenaline flowing through her system. These guys were so going to regret this...if she didn't get her butt handed to her.

As one of the men rushed forward the schoolgirl responded with a roundhouse kick that would have made Slade proud were it not for the fact that a different man caught her foot and used the leverage to pull her off balance. Tumbling to the ground and scraping her knees, Rose suddenly felt something collide with her side. Oh they did not just kick her while she was down! Rolling over and jumping to her feet like nothing had happened Rose raised her fists again to start wailing on somebody.

Then everything happened at once. There was a shadow of darkness, like a ripple, that dropped into the alleyway at the same time she was slammed back against a wall. Rose managed to wrench herself away, dropping down and slipping out of the man's grip, but she didn't manage to get away before she was snagged again as the man twisted his torso to keep up with her.

The youngest Wilson sank her fingernails into the meat of the man's arm, her gaze turning to see what the darkness was. "Batman?" Rose blurted it out before her eyes entirely understood was she was seeing. There was totally a cape and a cowl. A cape that freaking ate people! But this dude so wasn't Batman...unless Batman was less impressive then she'd heard.

"Look, Cape-Dude," Rose snapped as she used the shock of seeing one of their members eaten by a freaking cape to pull away from the man's grip. "I don't-" she smashed her foot into the man's gut, knocking him back, "need your help."

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The Wilson girl claimed she didn't need any help. She probably could make it to be the last one standing, but it very well could be a Pyrrhic victory. For some people a win was a win, no matter the cost. Wykkyd thought those people were stupid. Forfeiting too much in one battle could lead to losing the next. For not needing help she was being grabbed and kicked around a lot. She even got kicked while she was down!

Maybe he could find a middle ground and not help much?

With a flourish of his cape Wykkyd disappeared from his position only to come out of a wall behind the person the Wilson girl just kicked. Wykkyd spun him around while he was off balance to further unsteady him. Deft hands quickly made short work of picking the man's pockets, and stealing his watch. The wallet and phone were tossed into a portal in his cape while he kicked the man's leg out from under him and sent him falling. Wykkyd swept his leg around and brought it down on the man's chest to knock the air out of him. He'd be out of the fight for a few seconds.

The thief took the moment to examine the pilfered watch. It looked shiny and expensive, but it was a knock off. Red eyes narrowed into a glare at the time piece. A bad knock off. He had time to throw the watch at one of the attackers' face and draw his attention. Wykkyd threw his cape out to intercept the retaliatory punch. The garment wrapped tightly around the man's arm. It looked wound almost too tightly, as if everything past the man's elbow was just twisted cloth.

The man screamed. It looked like part of his arm was gone, but he could still feel it. It was hot and in pain, like something was stabbing it all over. He could feel like he could move his hand, but each movement just got him stuck by something else. In his shock Wykkyd punched him in the throat to silence him. With his free hand he lobbed the car keys from the previous guy he robbed over to the Wilson girl before robbing his current captive. She could possibly use the keys to deal some extra damage, if she accepted them.

Once he got what he wanted he relaxed his arm, relaxing the cape, and kicked the man away. His arm and hand would come out of the cape intact, but several spines would be sticking out of his flesh. Somewhere out in the Mojave desert there was a cactus that was just punched.

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The Batman wannabe totally didn't understand how to listen to people. The grumpy little Wilson girl wanted him to go away, but he didn't seem terribly disposed towards doing so. Instead she took out her annoyance on the nearest gangster by twirling around from her earlier kick to smash him in the side and send him sprawling.

As it turned out, having the other guy there wasn't terrible. At least he wasn't mocking her. In fact…he hadn't actually said anything. But then he made a mistake that cost Rose dearly. While Wykkyd might have been used to fighting on teams, Rose wasn't, and the distraction of her forced "teammate" throwing something at her distracted enough that the girl was caught off balance by a one of the gangsters. There were still some that hadn't forgotten their original mission. Unfortunately the mammoth of a man who was currently pinning Rose against the wall was one of them.

“Hands off!”

The order was muffled by the weight of the man pressing against her chest and making it so she couldn't shout, or really move. Rose Wilson struggled for a moment before going still so she could catch her breath enough for a second assault. “Gwai ma jiao,” she heard the rumbled second half a conversation but had no idea what they were saying. The one she had originally pinned as leader gestured for the man holding her to take her out of the alleyway. And suddenly Rose was being moved. Her feet scraped along the ground and she kicked at the knees of the man who held her. He half dropped her, so suddenly she was being hauled along in a half crouch, and it was a lot harder for her to kick him and impossible for her to try the trick that had originally freed her. She slammed her head back against his chest anyway, in stubbornness, even though she knew it wouldn't do any good.

A car had pulled up while Rose was struggling and more men had gotten out of it. She didn't see where they went, but assumed it was to fight Cape Boy. Stupid. He should have stayed out of this. They left the door open on the side closest to the alleyway and the littlest Wilson did not like that this was where she was being steered. As soon as she got close enough to the car she drew back her legs, coiling like a spring, and waited. The man lumbered closer, hauling her deadweight, and then as soon as her feet made contact with the car Ravager pushed off.

“I said- HANDS OFF!”

The momentum caused the man carrying her to topple backwards and she along with him. The girl felt the arms holding her release and she rolled backwards, springing to her feet as soon as she could to avoid being grabbed and pulled back down again. She gave a malicious kick to the head of the man who'd been holding her and stuck her tongue out at their leader before whirling off to go and help Kyd Wykkyd. Except, she totally wasn't helping Kyd Wykkyd. She was there to beat more of the dudes who thought they could take on a Wilson. Totally.

Rose round housed kicked at a man's face, missing, but forcing him to back off anyway. At least for a moment. Suddenly the youngest Wilson felt her head being snapped back. They did not just grab her hair! She clawed back with her hands, ignoring the pain in her scalp, and digging her nails into the man's wrist. He let go with a yelp and she maneuvered herself to be back to back with Kyd instinctively where it was safer.

“Look, I don't need your help, but you're in this now, so let's kick their butts.” the girl said to the other teen as she raised her hands up to block a blow that would have caused a girl without Rose's strength to crumple.

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Another car load of gangsters changed things. There were any number of reasons why they could have shown up, and they were all bad. The smart thing they could have done is call it in. Some cape had gotten involved in their operation. Hero or villain you didn't wear a costume in this city unless you could back it up. The Wilson girl was a scrapper, and judging by the size of the man they brought, they had been well prepared for her. He was large, but he was no Mammoth.

Wykkyd didn't have time to deal with unknown variables. When reinforcements would arrive, and how many, could be dealt with later. He flexed his fingers as he slowly stepped backwards. Jump City was playground if you knew how to look for it. It could provide so many options for those willing to look. All you needed to know was how to use the toys it gave you. An alley wasn't a wide place. Unless he got grabbed and jumped on he could bottle neck the gangsters. If he could drag things out he could win a fight, but he didn't have that option. If the Wilson girl got thrown into a car things could get worse.

There was an easier way of dealing with them. His cape held sharp blades, sharp enough to cut through this steels. What could it do to flesh and bone? No. That wasn't an option on the table. This was going to hurt.

Kyd Wykkyd charged the four that were advancing on him. He ducked down low and used his momentum to flip one of them up and over his back. As soon as he came up though he was met with blows. A punch snapped his head to the side, and a kick to the stomach knocked him back. The thief stumbled and fell onto the gangster he just threw while the other three got ready to start kicking. He brought his arms up to protect head so he could concentrate for a second as blows rained down on him. There was going to be bruising beneath his uniform, and he'd be sore tomorrow.

The inside of Wykkyd's cape once again became an empty void and the silent thief quickly dropped through it. He reappeared in the middle of both groups to make a go for the Wilson girl when she came moving to his side. She had made her own move and wiggled out of being captured. Wykkyd ran the odds in his head again and didn't like the numbers. It was time for a tactical re-positioning. Retreat would be running away, this was going to be a temporary disengagement so that they could re-engage on better terms.

Wykkyd grabbed his cape, and with a dramatic flourish he and the Wilson girl disappeared. From her perspective the Wilson girl would have seen darkness as the cape suddenly engulfed her, but she wouldn't feel anything. As soon as the portal passed over her she'd find herself someplace else. Kyd Wykkyd had taken them to a rooftop above the alley they had been in, and on the opposite side of the cars.

He quickly moved into her line of sight with one finger over his lips, and his other hand held out telling her to stay quiet and hold on for a moment. He gestured to himself, then her, he cupped his ear, then with two fingers he pointed to his eyes, her eyes, then down to where the gangsters were. Using simple to understand military hand signals he was telling her to watch and listen at what was going to happen. Maybe they could learn something.

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There wasn't time to think. There was only time to fight. Rose smashed her fist into the side of a man's skull that had come just a little too close. There was a fight going on behind her, the cape kid had charged off and was fighting them, but she couldn't spare more then a glance or two. The youngest Wilson didn't know why these creeps were bugging her, but she wasn't about to let them win.

A sudden movement behind her caught her attention. Something smashed into her temple, it was probably a fist, blood poured into her left eye from the split brow and blurred her vision. The little ninja didn't think it was enough to knock her out, but the sudden claustrophobic blackness that enveloped her was probably nothing else.

Today was just getting more and more fabulous.

When the light came back she quickly realized she wasn't on the ground anymore, but high above their initial fighting grounds. "What the-" the littlest Wilson started, but bit back her retort when Wykkyd motioned for her to be quiet. She followed him with her eyes, the frown and blood tricking down the side of her face making her look somewhere between stern and ridiculous. Once he had settled into place she scrambled to move after him.

"Da Chow Jing Ser!"

It took her a moment to get her bearings, teleporting was freaky stuff, but she was fairly quick to adapt and silently move over next to Kyd Wykkyd. Her gaze fell instantly on her attackers who seemed to be arguing amongst themselves in some asian language. Rose didn't speak the language, and had absolutely no idea what they were saying. She peeked at Kyd, to see if he knew what was going on.

"Do you know what they're saying?" she hazarded a whisper.

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The day had been going on. The swarm had observed quite a bit in today's journey of exploration. Now they entered a dirty area of town that seemed to have some of the less lucky humans within it. One group of men came up, apparently intrigued by the form they have taken and tried to grab the apparent shoulder region, speaking of going to get a drink. The hand never made contact as the warm flesh passed through the sold metal nanites like it was water. This freaked the men out and they ran for no apparent reason. The swarm wasn't going to harm them or even showed any indication of capability of harm. Turning the corner, the nanites came upon quite a unique situation. Well dressed muscle bound men in the back of a dark alley. What type of human ritual could be taking place here. Standing in the center of the alleyway, the swarm moved to the best place to observe them all, which just so happened to block thier pathway out.

The humans did not seem happy at the mechanical positioning though. Instead of saying anythign they charged the swarm to forcibly move it. The first one to arrive was carrying a lead pipe and just managed to sweep right through the mass. He came out looking bewildered as two more of his allies swung chains at the apparent body. They made a connecting , wrapping around the arms. This was only for a moment though as the metal sank into the forearms and what still remained outside fell away. Looking around, it would seem that they indtended on attacking the mass of nanites. These were humans so it could not harm them. However to prevent them from harming themselves, they had to be convinced not to attack any more. From the little the swarm learned of this area, the intimiation tactic worked wonders.

Lifting the apparent head, it looked at the leader of the group as they perceived, the one standing in the furthest back. "Statement: If you wish to leave unharmed, it would be prudent to leave now and drop all weapons." The left foot of the swarm raised and shifted quickly into the appearence of a conical drill and started rotating. It was then slammed down point first into the ground digging a sizeable hole where it landed. The foot was reformed and soon the swarm's right arm had changed into this large conical drill. "Statement: This warning witll not be repeated."

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Wykkyd shook his head in response to the Wilson girl's question. He didn't know what they were saying. The group seemed to be quite annoyed though. Anger and frustration transcended language. He let himself feel smug for just a second that he had messed with their plans. There were other ways of getting information on the bunch though. The slick pick pocket reached into his cape and began pulling out the wallets and phones he had lifted from them, along with a small first-aid kit and a mirror.

Wykkyd passed the medical supplies and mirror to the Wilson girl. As long as she didn't need stitches he figured she could patch herself up. Meanwhile he went to work grabbing intel. He rifled through the wallets first to grab anything with a name on it. ID cards, credit cards, business cards, etc. Next came flipping through the phones. He was careful to turn their volume down first in case there was an incoming call. Things he wanted to try and find were a list of contacts, and any addresses that were still saved in the phone's GPS in case any of them used it for directions.

Just about the last thing Wykkyd expected to see show up in the alley below was the freaking T-1000 arriving on the scene. The thief looked over at the Wilson girl skeptically. He had just saved her from a group of thugs and the T-1000 shows up. Okay... saved might not be the greatest word she'd probably punch him if she knew he thought that. If a terminator was after this Wilson girl did that make her a cuter version of John Conner?

Kyd Wykkyd held his hands up and shrugged preemptively. He had no clue to what the thing was.

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Rose accepted the medical kit and small mirror, frowning at the cut on her face, and giving Kyd Wykkyd something that could maybe sort of pass for a grateful smile. The girl didn't waste any time, which made it obvious she'd had to patch herself up before, and it didn't take long for her to clean the cut above her eye and double check to make sure she hadn't damaged her teeth. Once that was done she handed the medical kit back to the wannabe Batman and shoved the garbage into her shirt pocket. There was already blood on her shirt. It wasn't like she could make it worse.

The cleanliness of her shirt was totally forgotten when a woman walked into the alleyway they had just been in. Rose leaned forward curiously, her eyes widening as she watched the gang members move to intercept. She was sure she was gunna watch the dumb lady get her head basked in when instead her foot turned into a FREAKING DRILL! "Whoaaaaa" Rose breathed in obvious amazement, her eyes bugging out. She watched as the gang moved backwards, obviously not sure about what to think about ladies with drills for feet. The girl grinned at that, turning towards Wykkyd.

"Friend of yours?" the girl asked.

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What was happenign on the rooftop between Kyd and Rose was not registering on the swarm's radar. They were just a little too far away. However the backing up of the gang wasn't off of it. It was actually the best thing that could happen for them. If they just ran away, no harm would come to them from thier perceived actions. However, it seemed fear had struck one of them bad enough. One of the members pulled out a Desert Eagle .50 Caliber Handgun and fired six rounds into the swarm. The first blew a considerable hole in the chest. The death of so many nanites registered qith the queen, especially since the hole was in the vicinity of it's normal tactical grounds. A command was sent to the drones, and instantly carried out. There would be a visible ripple in the appearance just before the second shot hit. Instead of letting the bullet bounce off and potentially ricochet into one of the humans, the form seemed to behave like jello. The slugs hit the outer layer of the appearence and slowly sunk into the form. With five slugs inside, the hole was starting to fill up, though they didn't provide the resources to recreate the trillions of nanites lost.

Seeing no reason to hold this form anymore, the swarm shifted to a pure grey, amorphus floating blob. It was like a colony of gnats flying around. There was a momentary pause in the swarm before it launched for the gangster that fired on what was a girl. It took but a minute and billions of nanites died in the feverous swatting and flailing, despite no pain given to him. When the swarm left the man, there was nothing inorganic left on him. The swarm had gotten it all. The gun was gone from his hand, the buttons on his shirt, the coins were no long where his pockets were, his belt was now buckleless, the nylon treads that held the seams of his clothing together, even the elastic in his drawers and socks had vanished. The swarm then reformed on the other side of him just as the clothing started to fall from his form. The sunglasses he wore were now sitting on her face being adjusted slightly to fit.

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Kyd Wykkyd shook his head at the Wilson girl's question. He had no clue why the T-1000 was here. Whatever the reason was, it probably wasn't a good one. The more he watched the construct, the more became apparent. It wasn't some liquid metal construction like the T-1000, those were nanobots at work. That was equal parts better and worse. Thoughts of being swarmed were not good thoughts. Back at the academy he had heard of a student that got ants in their costume. It had not sounded pleasant.

One thing was for certain, if it came down to it, Wykkyd knew he couldn't fight something like that. He could do some tricky stuff like he had done in the fight before, but there'd be no certain way for him to know if he picked up any hitchhikers during a close encounter. Making a Faraday cage wouldn't be hard, but that'd just block transmission, he'd need some way of making a nice localized EMP back at home for decontamination purposes for stuff like this, and he hadn't gotten to that youtube video yet.

There was probably one out there. Youtube has everything.

The thief backed away from the ledge until he broke line of sight with the creature. It would be busy dealing with the thugs below, and he didn't want to stick around too much longer. Quick work had been made of the wallets he had previously pilfered, and he held the identification cards out to the Wilson girl. Maybe she'd recognize the name on one of them.

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Awesome stuff was happening down below them and Rose almost missed Kyd's silent response to her question as to whether or not the wannabe Batman knew the...weird lady that was currently assaulting the gang that had tried to assault her. Karma. It was a treat. She happened a glance towards the other teen, took in the shake of his head, and went back to watching with rapt interest the shenanigans down below.

Rose's jaw dropped open when the woman turned into a grey blob and attacked one of the gang members. While she probably should have been expecting something epic that wasn't what she was expecting. It was better. The watched with rapt attention as the swarm left the man, and couldn't help but giggle immaturely as his clothing began to fall apart. The woman was even wearing his glasses!

Movement behind her caught her attention and Rose pulled back from watching the swarm and the terrified gang to see what Kyd Wykkyd wanted. He was holding out a bunch of cards towards her, and the girl reached out to take them. She didn't recognize any of the names, but the faces were the same as the guys from below. The girl shook her head, her white hair falling around her shoulders, before holding up the stack. “I'm keeping these,” she announced. “I'll give them to Daddy.”

Which meant that there could be a bunch of really dead gangmembers later.