Scene #7139: Bold Break-in at the Bank on Bellevue

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Haguro	Under normal circumstances, Haguro wouldn't have any reason to go to a bank in her world or any world's New York. She doesn't keep her money there, she doesn't have any property there, and she doesn't even have to worry about mortgage payments like most of the people in there today. The Multiverse being what it is, of course, means that today's circumstances are anything but normal. She's leaving nothing to chance today as she arrives at the bank with a cadre (Editor's note: Three) of Club Dorado tough guys, each armed with wrist-mounted guns and dressed in sharp black suits concealing body armor should things go south. She has them waiting outside as she enters the bank first, waiting in line for a good twenty minutes until she's finally seen by one of the tellers. "I'd like to make a deposit, please. Wait, no. Um. Withdrawal!" Clenching her jaw at that early gaff, she sighs to herself as the teller snickers quietly. After a bit of back and forth, shaking her head, and gesturing at the vault, it quickly becomes the teller's turn to sigh as he jabs the silent alarm button under the counter. "Ma'am. I am not paid enough to deal with this shit. Good luck." As if on cue, the security in the bank draw their handguns as they approach Haguro, yelling at her to stand down. The toughs outside glance back inside just as Haguro's swinging one of the officers into the other, but maintaining the perimeter outside rather than barge in while she gets to work. It's not going to take a genius to realize that things are already going loud, and they're only going to get louder as sirens and helicopters can be heard closing in from multiple directions around that block while handgun fire echoes throughout the interior of the bank.
Majima Goro	Meanwhile, sitting on a nearby chair, with a newspaper raised, is a man who does not seem too bothered by the yelling. "...Ah." Paper is scrunched. "Customer service is dead in this modern era, isn't it?" And then, with a crash and a rustle, even over the firearms, the paper is thrown down, and the man stands up. He adjusts his eyepatch, and the cuff on his fine black suit. And then one of the security guards finds himself with a bat to the face, dropping down on his knees. The tip of the wooden bat is thrust into his open, gasping mouth, and Majima looks down. "...Eh? She's a good woman, ya dumbfuck, ya didn't have ta be /rude/ about it!" And with that, a spinning roundhouse, sending the bat flying into the air, and the man to the ground. Majima catches the bat in one hand, and gets to work. "Neehahaha! Alright, where's the -real- hardcore fucks?"
Sumiko	A few minutes ago, Mikoto is standing across the street from the bank getting a hotdog from a hotdog stand. Supposedly these were the best dogs in all of the multiverse. The sign said so! So, of course, she gets it with the works and looks up back towards the bank. "Hmmm...I wonder if she'll manage to get inside without any trouble? I mean, I guess they might realize..." a shot is fired. "Newp." Munching on the hotdog, taken aback by the...whatever the hell it is made out of, she looks surprised. "The only American thing that isn't completely covered in grease. I wonder what it's actually made out of..?" In this time, there is a flash of a transformation, as Mikoto moves from normal clothing to ~Magical Girl~. With a hotdog in one hand and her blade in the other, she munches on the dog while shoving the blade into the ground. Seconds later, a cloud of pigeons surrounds her. They swarm in all directions attempting to chase off pedestrians to both A) get them out of the way and B) make it harder for police to actually respond with all of the bodies and cars in the road. Of course, they start entering the building, swarming police and harassing civilians still inside. Mostly to try and scare them away, and to peck the police into submission. .
Midway	EARLIER: Deep underwater, where light cannot reach, a dark outline shifts. Glowing, scarlet eyes open as narrow slits, "The Ne-Class is making a move. Go and observe. My aircraft will not suffice in urban terrain." A shape uncoils itself, eyes becoming visible as wide, round shapes of intense pink. These eyes blink, then narrow to a more 'normal' human size and shape, "Ehhh... Okaaaay~..." NOW Following Haguro through the city has been a pair of glowing pink eyes peering up from storm drains. These remained still only when she entered the bank itself, and finally make the only noise they've made the entire pursuit-- the 'hsst-pop' of a soda can opening. When the actual commotion starts, a girl's voice squeaks "Finally!" from that drain. If that doesn't draw attention-- the upper jaw of a dragon made out of steel and guns emerging from the hole definitely will. It bites down on the asphalt, then rends upward, tearing a chunk of the street up and tossing it carelessly aside. From the now-gaping hole emerges a ghastly pale, hooded figure: The Abyssal Re-Class Aviation Battleship. The girl drains her soda, crushes the can, then tosses it into her mouth as she approaches the bank's front doors. That sinewey tail emerges behind her, until at last the same dragon-like head of steel, guns, and teeth pulls free from the drainage system and curves itself up to hover above her own head with a metallic rumble.
Damocles	The definition of insanity can be a little hard to place sometimes. For example, Damocles does not consider himself insane. It's perfectly rational and lucid, he just also hears a voice inside his head. It's not his subconscious, it is the voice of an actual entity, named Tzeentch. It just also happens to be the same voice a lot of insane people hear. It also tells him to do things. Which he usually does, because you try arguing with a Chaos God. Today it suggested that this particular street was going to be fun. So Damocles has been here for at least a couple of hours. He had no idea where exactly or what was going to happen, so he opted to hang out on the roof of a building that happened to be across the street from the bank. Because being a 10 foot tall superman tends to get you looks, and he had no idea how long he was going to be here for. "Ah. There it is." He was passing the time playing a card game, when the sirens caught his attention. He quickly gathered up his cards and put them away, then walked over to the edge of the roof to peer down. Looks like maybe a bank robbery? That can't be the end of the story. He wouldn't be here for something that mundane. As such, he stands on the edge of the building like the world's most conspicuous gargoyle, watching what unfolds. He has no real vested interest to jump in for either side, so for moment he'll just observe, until something catches his attention.
Jonathan Joestar	Pigeons swarm the locals and terrorize them without too much harm, but none the less, it left Jonathan grimacing. No matter how he tried to justify it to himself, it just didn't sit right with him; and it would be one thing to simply take Haguro's belongings back, it was another entirely to consider taking it further. Of course, while there'd been no arguments, everyone had made their stances fairly clear. The giant man, standing over six feet tall, begins to walk forward. His tight pants, shirt, and sweater vest are all a catching dark, purplish indigo with a laughably tiny red-crusted bola-tie to top it off. Star shaped spurs clacked on the ground as he simply pushes his way into the building, past any obstructions. He couldn't just keep his nose out of it, since he was a stubborn and annoying fellow like that, but he couldn't condone what everyone was doing either ... so he made up his mind. He could trust Haguro to do what she needed to do, but as for the rest, he would subdue them. Solidifying his course of action in his mind, Jonathan cracks his knuckles before deftly pushing both legs out and leaving a hand splayed in front of his face. "I won't chastise anyone for being here. That said, I won't pull my punches, either." BAM! "Your opponent is me, Jonathan Joestar!"
Shigure	It takes about 10 minutes for Shigure to arrive, leaping out of a passing helicoptor as it passes overhead. "Thank you for the ride." she says, before slamming down into the road, leaving a small crater and cracked asphalt. "I'll arrange for the damage to be repaired." she assures a nearby officer before turning to the bank and approaching casually. The birds come pecking at her, and they get a perfunctory swat if they get too close to her face. They tear at her uniform but find little purchase against her armour; light as that may be. She's visible unarmed, but when she spots the Re-class, she goes on edge immediately. A pair of cannons appear on her back, gimballing out on little arms. "... Let me guess, 'Mama Midway' sent you." she observes, brow furrowing in consternation.
Haguro	Poor, unfortunate security guard. At least he's got dental. Good dental, even, if the face that his teeth are still all in one place and somehow immaculate after that hit from the baseball bat is any indication. He's still unconscious as hell, of course. The Club Dorado toughs outside eye Shigure from behind their tinted shades as one of them steps in her way with a palm held up. "Sorry, lady. The bank's going to be a warzone soon, so-" She pauses, however, glancing at the other two as they mutter to each other about their current orders. "Non-Elites only? But she's just..." "Have you seen our...?" "Right, but-" "No waste, she said." "... Fine." The tough grunts once before stepping aside to allow Shigure access. It seems they're primarily interested in keeping civilians and police officers out of the way, as evidenced by them helping to shoo away the former fleeing from Mikoto's birdstorm. When the trio see Re approaching, their first instinct is to level their wrist-guns at her, but it doesn't take much for them to realize that she's probably way beyond their level of competency. Haguro's orders were to focus on the non-Elite interferences, after all. Damocles's presence on the rooftop doesn't register for them at all, although one of the helicopters flying by does have a sniper armed and watching his movements, trying to determine if he's a threat or not. When Jonathan arrives, the toughs actually give him a nod and salute. Being a member of Concord means they actually recognize the giant gentleman, and they're not going to interfere with his also-interference! It'll probably give them a story to talk about later when they're not busy shooting at the SWAT vans coming down the street. Also, there's SWAT vans coming down the street. In addition to the vans, Jonathan might even see Haguro glancing outside when he announces his presence, looking away a little too quickly after that pose to focus on the situation inside and slam a guard through the bulletproof tellers' glass. The initial set of guards inside are already unconscious, but there's already more gunshots ring out from the upper levels of the bank as guards in decked out in helmets and gray body armor bordering on riot gear arrive to try and keep the situation under control. The guards coming down the stairs blast away at the swarm of pigeons with a hail of rubber bullets while others remain at the top to try and pick off more high profile targets. One of them turns his riot shotgun towards Majima to try and blast him square in the gut with rubber pellets! The SWAT vans, meanwhile, unload two teams of six officers, one set keeping their guns trained on Re and Shigure while yelling at them to stand down. Unlike the toughs, they don't know who's associated with what, but they're already looking to contain the situation while the other set fires back at the Club Dorado toughs.
Majima Goro	Let's not suggest that Majima does not want Haguro to succeed in her mission. She deserves the things that are rightfully hers, without question. At the end of the day, though, Majima Goro, Hand of the Concord, is but a man of flesh and blood. And as Jonathan Joestar steps into the bank, his heart beats just a bit harder. His single eye trails over as the metal spurs clack on the ground. "Eh? What's this?" A gloved hand is gripped onto his suit jacket, adjusting his tie a moment. "Eh? Joestar, the fuck ya...ah. Heh. Eeeeheeehahahahaha!" His hand pulls away, and in one single, practiced maneuver, the jacket and red shirt underneath are tossed aside, leaving the ex-Yakuza's tattoos to glisten underneath the fluorescent lights. "Ya crazy fuck! Just come in and fight whoever, eh? Arright. I think we've got a handle on gettin' the job done, so I'm ready. Sure." The sheathed tanto is in his hands, and peeled away. Only the--frankly ordinary blade remains, and Majima--is he charging into battle, yes. Does he have a spring in his step, as the blade is readied for a series of quick, early slashes? Oh, absolutely. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUqUSe25na4
Jonathan Joestar	"Kooooooh..." Breathing deeply, waves of hamon began to waft off of his body like steam. Jonathan's muscles strain against his shirt as he executes his defense, warding away most of Majima's sword strikes with his bare hands. While most who would attempt such a thing would simply wind up with nubs at the end of their arms, Jonathan gets away with some cuts along his palms and his burly arms for his troubles. At least, before he manages to catch the sword in such a way that it gave him a good grip over it, the gash stinging and releasing his life fluids all over the edge. "There! I was able to catch your sword in such a way that I didn't lose my hand .. while some would call your manner brutish, there's no doubt in my mind that there's real skill behind the strokes of your sword." It took one to know one, after all. "However! Metal will conduct Hamon just as well! METAL SILVER OVERDRIVE!" Majima's blade shined brightly in a variety of reddish hues before golden lightning begins surging with the intent of entering his palms and travelling up his arms with a sensation caught between being set on fire and being electrocuted.
Shigure	As the SWAT members approach her, Shigure turns, and with a motion, produces a badge holder from somewhere. Don't ask where. She flips it open, it's got the Paladin badge and her ID card, just like the police badges and FBI and the like in the movies. "Destroyer Shigure, Paladin rapid response unit. I'm attempting to quell this before it becomes deadly... I suggest you leave the girl alone, she's well outside of your pay grade to fight." she gestures to Re-class for that, before glancing at the battleship. "If you are just observing, then do not cause trouble."
Midway	Re-Class' tail snarls when Shigure produces her guns, a metallic grinding noise behind the organic rumble. Beneath it, the girl closes her eyes with a shrug, "Watchin' stuff, mostly. Things got noisy," One eye cracks open, emitting smokey wisps of blue glow, "and I wanted to see." Her arms drop to her sides, hands tucking into the pocket of her hoodie. Eyes open fully, that wispy light suddenly gone, "What about you? You getting all up in Ne-Class' business?" Her tail snaps around, regarding the gathering SWAT team. If they don't menace her, though, she holds her secondary fire. "She's just on a journey to find herself. Midway's curious about how that'll turn out. No ship she knows about other than the museums have even tried."
Damocles	Damocles's patience pays off as things a lot more potent than police teams start to arrive on scene. He holds for a moment longer, still not really sure what, or even if action on his part is called for. Ooo, you should shoot down that helicopter! I'm not shooting down a police helicopter. Suit yourself, but if you don't shoot it down, it might start shooting you up. Let it. They won't get through my barrier. They could. They won't. A big guy makes a dramatic entrance, but even before Damocles can get a read on that situation, someone else is in that guy's face. Guess those two have some sort of history. Funny, they have multiple universes, but the major players seem to be fairly few. Don't want to underestimate local forces, but it's something to keep in mind. Nobody seems to be paying any attention to him though, so he takes the chance to flash down to ground level, a quick blaze of violet engulfing him, and instantly removing him from the roof, while another blast of violet fire appears on the street, clearing in an instant to reveal Damocles standing there.
Majima Goro	The knife impacts on hand, and Majima gets little more in than a few cuts. And then, the blade is caught in that hand. A stronger man likely could have wrest it from Jonathan's grip, but Majima is not equipped to do so. The correct thing to do, of course, would be to let go of the blade, but he's distracted. "...Shit, ya caught that? Arright..." He strains to perhaps saw the blade in further. This, however, has little effect. And then his tanto starts to glow. It does not normally glow. His eye widens, and then suddenly he's enveloped by lightning. He's launched back a few feet, landing on one foot and one knee, his hand still sparking as his weapon skitters across the floor like a scorned spider. "Metal does, eh? Arright. Fuckin, arright." He stands up again, reaching behind himself, drawing a solid wooden bat. Where did it go? When did it come back? "Ain't seen ya do shit in some time, ya know?" He's back rushing towards the Jojo Progenitor, and the bat is swung... And landed in the ground. It's a ruse. He's instead using it as a pivot to launch himself in a dropkick aimed at Jonathan's midsection. "Can't expect me ta remember all that sparkly-ass Hamon shit!"
Haguro	Never let it be said that Haguro doesn't know what she likes. When Majima and Jonathan start their manly duel, she can't help but watch for a moment. It costs her, though, as one of the guards, less distracted by the sudden shirtlessness of the construction company president, blasts her from the side with a load of rubber bullets. Staggering to one side, she turns her anger on that guard in particular as she zips right at that guard, catching their shoulder and slamming them headfirst into a counter before turning to one of the executives making the mistake to come out and see the commotion. "The vault. Get it open." While Haguro hurls more guards arund and gets that executive to the vault inside, the SWAT team and the Club Dorado toughs are having a shootout of their own outside. Wisely, both sides are keeping their shots far away from Shigure and Re as neither of them really wants to deal with (more) ship-based armaments blasting their way. The battles lines are becoming a little clearer, though, as the Club Dorado members aren't quite so hesitant to shoot the SWAT officers closer to Shigure, and the SWAT officers likewise aren't as hesitant to shoot at the toughs when they get closer to Re's point. When Damocles appears in that blaze of fire, though, things start getting a little more hectic outside. One of the SWAT teams fires at the chaos-wielder on reflex, leading to them splitting their gunfire between the Dorado members and Damocles. Their gunfire only grows more intense, however, as the helicopter that had a sniper trained on him hovers overhead with the sniper still trying to get a bead on him!
Jonathan Joestar	Manuevering his footing and hands into a different stance, Jonathan prepared himself to receive Majima's bat, seemingly undeterred by the man's ability to procure it from thin air. But, he's shocked when the one-eyed Yakuza uses it instead to propel himself like a torpedo! "He used the bat to take to the air and transition straight into a kicking attack! But unlike Dire's attack, this isn't an unbeatable offense! Hnnn!" Crossing his arms in front of himself, the kick forces Jonathan back several steps. Bruising welts could already be seen where Majima's powerful drop kick made its home as Jonathan pushed back and suddenly opened his guard to drive himself forward with a barrage of punches so fast that it left behind afterimages. "That was close, you almost knocked the air out of me, but I won't give you room to breath, yourself!" At the last moment, Jonathan pulls back out of Majima's personal space, as if going for a ranged attack. But instead, he launches his fist forward, causing his arm to extend longer than it should, zeroing in on the Yakuza's face like a telescope! "ZOOM PUNCH!" By dislocating his arm and launching it forwards with the force of a small cannonball, Jonathan increased his effective range at the last moment before healing his arm with a rush of restorative Hamon energy.
Shigure	This is getting out of hand very quickly. Shigure frowns and ducks inside the bank while the SWAT continue their shootout with the Club Dorado toughs. She's trusting Re-class not to go full Monster out there while she goes to talk to Haguro. She ducks around Jonathan and Majima fighting, jukes Damocles as he appears, then dismisses her rigging to not cause any more damage to the interior than necessary. "Haguro..." she says, voice soft as always. There's a lot of meaning put into that single name, her pace slowing a bit, hands raised with palms facing forward, showing she's got nothing hidden(Apart from her rigging, of course.)
Damocles	I did warn you. That's what playing nice gets you. Bullets slam into Damocles, creating ripples of energy as they crash against the clear energy fields that make up his barrier spell, negating some of the force, the rest absorbed by his advanced armor. He's briefly impressed by just how effective the weapons are against him, considering that these are so low-tech that Orks would throw them in the garbage. Then again, the Imperium always held to the belief that 'advanced' and 'effective' were largely unrelated. Maybe there's something to that. Of course, that leads to him quickly reconsidering what the voice of Chaos just said. The helicopter was its focus. He glances up, and spies the sniper again. "Well, I suppose I can't blame them for panicking. And by the same, they can't blame me for this." He quickly shuffles to the side to throw off the sniper's aim, trying to take cover between himself and the SWAT teams to at least reduce the number of bullets firing his way before they break his barrier completely. At the same time, he raises a hand, and charges a quick spell. The spell isn't aimed at the SWAT team on the ground, but at the one in the helicopter. The spell isn't one of energy however, but of emotion: In this case, a seething, incoherent, unrestrained rage. The goal of the spell is to overcome the sniper with such blind rage that he starts shooting any target in a berserk fury, heedless of who or what he's aiming at.
Majima Goro	The kick lands. It's good. That's a relief. It's less relieving when Jonathan is already coming back, and delivering blows cripplingly fast. It's too much for even Majima to dodge, and so he hinges on using the bat to defend himself. "Eh?!" The wood somehow doesn't splinter, doesn't break, as Majima's forced back step after step by the unending assault. "Nehehaha! Good! That's the way I fuckin' like it!" Jonathan's intent is met with a grin, and as the disengage happens, Majima's already rearing the bat up for a counter-attack. The Hamon master's too far for that punch to hit anyway--even Majima's complete lack of depth perception can tell him that. And then, somehow, it's long enough to punch him in the face. He's sent flying through the air, only barely managing to twist to land back on his feet. "....The -fuck- was that." The bat's thrown away. "Well, you're way too fuckin' fast for that bullshit." As he rises, he's enveloped in a bright blue flame, breaking into a full-out run. One hand in front, and the other one at his suit pocket. And then, just outside of melee range, he draws something from his pocket, flinging a projectile directly at Jonathan Joestar. It's money. It's a gigantic handful of yen bills, which explodes into a distracting, chaff-like burst just in time for him to sidestep, and attempt to spinning backfist the Hamon master in the back of the head.
Jonathan Joestar	"My Zoom Punch really cleaned your clock, huh?" Rather than elaborate, Jonathan changed his stance again, narrowing his eyes as he saw his foe reach into his pocket. " ... ?! Paper money!" Distracted for a split second, that was all that Majima needed to weave around Jonathan and deliver a critical blow to the back of his head, toppling the large man down to his knees. "Guh...!!" Jonathan could tell he had a concussion. He hadn't been keeping a fully body circulation of Hamon and had instead adopted a point-defense strategy of guarding himself to conserve on energy, as it was possible Majima wouldn't be the only person he was fighting tonight. But he'd made a mistake, and in battle, just one could cost you your life. "A good strike...in most cases, I'd have to retire here and now to avoid losing my life. However..I won't go down so easily, Majima Goro!" "Koooooooooooooh!!" As if he were filling a glass with water, Jonathan filled himself slowly and steadily with his vital essence, causing him to exude a fiery aura of ripple. The cuts, bruises, and aches seemed shallow all of the sudden, as if they were wounds already well on their way to being healed. The man himself stood abruptly and span on his heel, striking another pose as if he hadn't been dealt a decisive blow just moments prior. "Now, in my left hand ... I'll channel the burning hamon!" His aura began to concentrate around his clenched left fist, turning a bright reddish hue as he began a forward attack, hurling a waiting sign at Majima with his right as a distraction for him to close in! "Explode! SCARLET RED OVERDRIIIIIVE!" Aiming for his center of mass, his punch releases a bomb-like blast of un-naturally red Hamon-flame!
Midway	Re-Class tilts her head when Shigure just... walks into the bank without addressing her any further. She lets out a curious little noise, but doesn't pursue. A flash of colorful light amidst the rooftops instead draws her attention to where Damocles had been, but snap to where the Chaos marine appears again. Her stare is wide, her shark-toothed grin on full display when she claps her hands together, "Ah ha ha! Cool trick, do it again--!" And then the gunfire when someone loses their nerve. The Abyssal shipgirl goes quiet, the monstous maw of teeth on the end of her tail opening slightly with a hostile, metallic rumble. And when people are shooting at the Huge Dude Covered In Skulls And Such, the mental separation between Huge Dude Covered In Skulls And Such and Actual Literal Monster is very thin. Someone's lost their nerve. A rattle of automatic gunfire draws pits of black, ichorous blood from the Abyssal warship's ghastly pale hide, up the back of her leg and along the arc of her tail. The Re-Class Battleship freezes. Very slowly, very deliberately, she turns her head and upper body to the direciton of the shooter, eyes intensely wide and trailing wisps of glowing blue mist. She locks eyes with him. The exact man holding the SMG that just pelted her. Very slowly her lips part, curling upward into a smile that shows ALL of her shark-like teeth. Her tail clamps its teeth together, slamming its face into the pavement behind her, digging in. When anchored, she extends it, hurling her small body aloft and right into the formation, claws-first.
Majima Goro	"...Nehehahahahah!" Majima's riding high, that blow finally landing just the way he wants it. Jonathan is down on his knees. That was good. He's got to remember to do that again, sometime in the future, really. "Heheh. Eh, ya did alright, ya know? Anyway, we should--ah, shit, ya still going? Alright, well-- Hamon intensifies. He should really, honestly, and truly be backing off, right now. He's twitching in place, watching Jonathan just--rebuild himself. That aura's a bit more meaningful than his own, it seems. He sure can't do anything like that. The Scarlet Red Overdrive is shot. Majima is struck head on, feet digging holes in the floor as he's pushed back--no, blown back off his feet, crashing into and through the thin wall between the main bank and one of those little offices where they decide whether people get their loans. The dust of the rubble settles, a bit, and then Majima returns. He's leaning on the wall a moment. "...Ah, fuck. I see why they let ya inta the Concord." He's got a bottle of something alcoholic in one hand, and he downs half of it without hesitation. Then there's a lighter in his other hand, and he lights the remaining alcohol on fire--but he doesn't throw it. Instead, he runs forward at full speed, bent down to reduce air resistance. As he approaches Jonathan, he jumps, and-- HEAT ACTION: ESSENCE OF RIOT He jumps to Jonathan's side, tossing the burning bottle in the air. He lands on his hands, swinging two legs around to trip the man once more, before springing up into the air. "Neeh...nehehehaha!" He's got his knife again. When did he get his knife again? It's unclear, but he's throwing it up and through his own bottle, ripping apart the two halves in his hand as flaming alcohol descends. Then, both halves of the glass bottle are thrown at Jonathan's face, hopefully followed by a tidal wave of flaming alcohol.
Haguro	The sniper Damocles targets with his spell wisely ducks behind cover when he sees that hand going up, showing the training that these officers have had in response to the Multiverse's growing influence on... Well, everything. Unfortunately, the sniper's training and the helicopter are geared towards defending against and handling things like fireballs and lasers, not weird mind screws. The sniper, not realizing that shooting the pilot is a bad idea, did exactly that before leaning out of the side of the helicopter to start firing on everyone else down below indiscriminately: Damocles, the SWAT officers, and the Club Dorado toughs alike. When Shigure approaches Haguro further below the bank, Haguro motions at the executive towards the vault. "Keep going." She orders, then turns to Shigure while the vault gets opened slowly. Very slowly. Dramatically slowly. "Shigure. Are you here to stop me?" Her tone is considerably duller than usual, perhaps steeled for this possibility. She makes no movements to attack or defend herself yet, although she does pick up a nearby monitor and chuck right into a guard's head as they pop out of cover to try and get the jump on the cruiser. "You know I have to do this. I can't... Not do this. But I'm not going to hurt anyone that doesn't get in my way." As she says that, an explosion rocks the skies outside the bank. The helicopter goes down in a ball of flames as the Dorado toughs manage to shoot it down with their off-brand wrist guns, aided by the sniper having already killed the pilot and leaving the helicopter with nowhere to go but into the side of the bank. More guards from inside the bank are arriving on the scene, though, sidestepping the manly duel going on inside the bank to instead beeline for the vault downstairs and the shootout outside that now has Re ramming her way through it. Those Dorado toughs are feeling really lucky right about now. As Re tears through one of the SWAT teams entirely, the second team starts focusing their fire on her while the third team continues pelting Damocles' barrier with a hail of bullets and the occasional grenade. That leaves the Dorado toughs to start their own shootout with the bank's security force inside. The property damage her is escalating quickly.
Shigure	"No... I'm not here to stop you... I just wanted to make sure you're still /you/." replies Shigure, letting her hands fall to her sides. "I... should go back outside, I don't think I'll be able to stop Re-class on my own, but I can't let her hurt any more people..." She turns and starts heading back outside again, speaking just after the explosion rocks the building... "Promise me something, Haguro... If it comes to a decision between taking a life and reaching your goal... Take a second to think of the consequences for each decision." She sets off, flashing her badge at any guards if they try to stop her, and heads back out into the street. Mid-run she summons her rigging again, and takes aim at Re-class. "Re-class. Stand down. Or come fight someone your own size."
Jonathan Joestar	Jonathan Joestar says, "Indeed. However, don't sell yourself short...you're far more daunting than most men I've faced." However, the battle was still on. Jonathan had expected to have a molotov cocktail tossed in his face, but ... instead, he found himself tripped onto the hard linoleum floor. "No...! I'm right in that cocktail's path!" He'd intended to swat at it to redirect the projectile, but Majima's expert aim in executing his ESSENCE OF RIOT attack ensured the gentleman was being showered in burning liquid. Jonathan barely managed to protect his face and chest by covering himself with his arms, but even so, that left the rest of him prickled with glass and set ablaze. "Uwooooh...!" Yet, despite the cry of pain, the fighter was able to remain with a relatively calm head on his shoulders. Jonathan knew he was at his limit now, and that things were looking bad ... he had one moment, and precisely that to settle things once and for all. Even as he burned, he charged at Majima with that in mind. This wasn't the first time he'd been set ablaze, after all. A step away from being within melee range, Jonathan performed a three-hundred-and-sixty degree revolution with his body, the flame seeming to pull away from his skin, as if being sucked into a whirlwind. Imbuing the fire with his ripple through skin contact, Jonathan began to circulate it like a drill with Spirit Sendo power. "Spin! My Hamon!" Catching it with both fists, pushed together at the wrist, the properties changing as the fire disappeared. It was a flaming /liquid/ after all. "TURQOUISE BLUE OVERDRIVE!" The spinning blast is fired at point blank range, in a manner not dissimilar to a tank shell going off."
Damocles	Damocles watches the helicopter fall out of the sky, bullets shooting from the side the whole way down. He raises his staff to create a reinforced barrier between himself and the sniper, but firing a precision rifle from the side of a helicopter that's spinning out of control turns out to be a difficult thing. Then the helicopter crashes. Well that settles that, then. His attention comes back down to the SWAT officers on the ground. It's unlikely that they're going to look too favorably on him right now, but carving his way through a team of police officers doesn't really seem like a great use of his time, especially since people are yelling at him to stand down. "Tell them to stand down," he mutters idly, and then his eyes go a little wide. Actually, that's not a bad idea. He takes a moment to channel some magic into reinforcing his barriers, and looks over the car at the police. "Hey you guys! I'm not with them, I just heard the noise and came to check it out! Stop shooting at me and I'll stop shooting at you. Deal?"
Majima Goro	Majima's landing is a little less than perfect. He's tiring. This guy's no joke. Which, you know, is good, since they're normally on the same side. But, well, since Joestar's down and all, he should turn around and maybe help the guy up-- "...Eh? You're still fucki--" Right. Liquid. Hamon does shit with liquid. He knows this. It's a whole thing. It's like the one major thing about Hamon, is that it's about liquid and resonance. And he just basically handed a bunch of it to Jonathan. "...Nehehahahahahah!" He doesn't look mad. He looks like he's having a grand old time with it. He's too tired to guard it. Too tired to really dodge it. That blast hits him point blank, and he's physically launched out of the arena. In this case, he's out the bank doors, glass shattering around him. He bounces, once, and only barely manages to land on the ground a few feet aside from Shigure. This would have been a terrible, terrible projectile to be struck by. The boat ghost gets a few weakly wiggling fingers. "Neheheh. ...Ah...hey." He's not unconscious, but he's spread out on the sidewalk like a snow angel. He's definitely not getting up any time soon.
Midway	Shigure exits the building to find...well, chaos. In one corner of the plaza it's everything Damocles is responsible for. In the other, Re-Class is surrounded by injured and bleeding SWAT members. A guy in full body armor occupies the mouth of her tail, screaming as it shakes him about like a dog with a rope toy. Another is pinned beneath her, one arm broken, the other hend fast while she reaches talon-tipped fingers for his face, "Yooooou're the one who shooot meeeeee~~~..." Her entire body stops when Shigure calls her out, though. Even her tail, which swings around to 'look' at the onrushing destroyer. Re turns just enough to stare over her shoulder with wide circles of glowing pink intensity. The stare lasts several uncomfortable seconds, before her gaze shifts to the gibbering soldier beneath her, razor-sharp talons scant centimeters from his skin. After a pause, she shifts again. Her hand slides up. Very stiffly, she pats him on the head. Her tail lets out a disgusting sort of 'glorf' sound as it horks out the armor-clad SWAT officer, his chest and back plates mottled with gouges and holes. The tail lets out another gross sound, disgorging the trooper's LMG a minute later, pitted with acid corrosion. Re herself stands up, her expression growing a bit less Immediately Hostile, "Heeeey~! Did'ja find what you wanted? Ne-Class was in there, right?" She pauses, glancing around herself. Gesturing with her hands, she shoots a look at the destroyer, "The helicopter wasn't my fault, and in my defense I was left unsupervised!"
Haguro	Haguro places a hand on the vault's door as she closes her eyes. "It's here... I know it's here." She murmurs to herself, stepping back as the door finally opens. She doesn't head into the vault right away, though, instead pulling over a rather overstuffed duffel bag and setting it down by the door. Inside the bag is a pair of drills. She sets one drill on each hinge of the door, and she turns back to Shigure after setting them to do their thing. "I understand. Thank you for your concern, but it's... Whatever happens, it's going to be me. All of it." Her tone is somewhat dark as she says that, the implications not lost on Haguro. Dull, even, as though... As though she might not even care about the implications. The guards and toughs alike wisely give Shigure the right of way as they continue shooting at each other around Jonathan and Majima, some of the former managing to slip downstairs to start firing on Haguro directly. There's a bit of a tussle downstairs as she buys the drills time to do their job in the form of punching, throwing, and even headbutting the armored guards, but it seems as though the drills will make short work of the hinges sooner rather than later. That's probably not of much relief to... Well, anyone, really, but it does put a time limit on subduing anyone on the outside. The officers, finding the scary-looking giant /not/ blasting them and actually trying to talk a ceasefire, give him a chance to prove his not-blasting-them trustworthiness by focusing their fire on the Re-class instead. It's rather easy doing that, of course, considering that the wild Battleship is the one immediately attacking them, although it does't mean they're faring all that well. Honestly, the guards inside are probably the lucky ones. The SWAT teams are decimated, and it looks like there's not going to much in the way of reinforcements for them since the bank's security team is more focused on defending the bank's coffers rather than dealing with everything otuside. A token group of them do keep their guns trained on Jonathan and Majima, though, what with being entirely unsure as to whose side they're even on. That, or they don't really care. They might just want everyone out so they can get downstairs.
Shigure	Shigure jumps aside as Majima lands nearby, startled by the sudden appearance. "..." is all he receives in response, before her attention is set back on Re-class. Damocles would find himself being scrutinized by a fairy using a pair of giant(relative to her) binoculars... her lookouts are watching you. "/Haguro/, is inside, yes... what I wanted was for this to never have happened, but my wishes are ungrantable." She doesn't sound sad, well, any more sad that she normally sounds with her soft tone. "Everyone, please stand down, triage the wounded and call for medical aid." she says to the SWAT team, then points at Re-class. "Harbour. Now... The others I can trust not to kill, you are a monster and I do not want you near those who can't fight back."
Majima Goro	Majima Goro slowly, surely, rises to..well, a kneeling position. One hand over his stomach, and the bruised, battered construction company president adjusts his eyepatch with his freehand. "Yeah, yeah." He waves his hand dismissively at the security guards. "I'm fuckin' going, alright?" He points meaningfully in the opposite direction. It seems, yes, Majima will literally just happily walk away from all of this. Jonathan Joestar will have to sort himself out, but he's sure that's fine. Haguro can get it, or something. He needs /more/ booze, and more importantly, a massive, massive meal. Dramatic, overblown fights burn an incredible amount of calories, but you kenw that.
Jonathan Joestar	Steam pours off of Jonathan's body in waves. He doesn't pant, his breath-training allowing him to keep hold of his rhythm even now, but it's clear he got put through the wringer. His upper body is laid bare and dotted with burns, while his pants have developed holes in them from the heat. Thankfully, his boots seem fine for the most part. Slowly coming out of his stance from launching the ripple-charged fluids at Majima, the gentle giant tentatively peeks outside, careful of the various firearms trained on his body, to check on the state of affairs. "Good lord..." It really was a mess. But at least for the moment, things have calmed down in the lobby. Now it was just a mexican stand-off. He couldn't leave to go help outside without leaving Haguro unguarded and at the very least, he could ensure no one but Haguro was going to take anything from his current position. As such, Jonathan is content to stand and look menacing, breathing slowly to begin healing himself once more with his Hamon, charging his whole body with his vital essences. Given enough time, he'd be as good as new.
Damocles	When the police decide to focus elsewhere, Damocles holds to his part of the 'bargain' by not doing anything further to aggravate them. Honestly, he should probably take the chance to make his exit, but he's been here this long, he might as well see how this ends. He takes a brief moment to observe the others. People tend to keep coming up again and again, so he has a feeling he'll be seeing them as he goes along. It's a bit strange how unphased most seem here, actually. Then again, he isn't too phased either. So for the moment, he leans his back against the nearby wall and watches quietly as things shake out.
Midway	"You're right!" Re-Class declares, throwing her arms to either side, "I am a monster! Apparently they noticed, too." Turning her head, she surveys the injured around her, "Now what did we learn about punching outside of our tonnage?" The abyssal shipgirl doesn't wait for an answer. She simply steps over the guy her tail had been chewing on, "I'm not leaving because you told me to, just so you know. It's because I got an order. She saw what she wanted to see. As much fun as fighting you would be, it won't be as fun as fighting you and the blonde one at the same time was." Pausing, Re-Class glances back with a grin, "It wouldn't be fair to gang up on you anyway." Raising a hand, she wiggles her fingers as she steps away, dragon-headed tail rumbling with menace from behind its steel teeth.
Haguro	If nothing else, the security and living SWAT officers are thankful that Majima and Jonathan aren't turning their blades and fists on them. They're more than happy to leave the two be, and even Re doesn't get any more gunfire sent her way thanks largely to raelizing that they're in way over their heads here. As prepared as they are for one Elite, they weren't ready for this level of chaos. Or Chaos, in the case of Damocles. Luckily for him, the survivors are probably the most reasonable ones, and they'll undoubtedly have some kind of clout for being some of the few to face so many Elites and survive via ceasefire of all things. Plus, not judging a giant imposing guy by his cover. All tihngs considered, this part of the city is probably going to be far more skeptical about smaller people next time around. Downstairs, the vault door comes off its hinges, and Haguro is right in position to catch the extremely heavy thing before it can slam onto the ground. She grunts painfully as she bears the entire door's weight, then nods at the team of Dorado toughs when they finally arrive downstairs with the operation's leader. "We're done here." The Club Dorado members exchange confused looks while they escort Haguro out of the bank, laying down some covering fire on the remaining bank security while the four of them haul ass out of that bank and towards the East River with the vault door in tow. "Is she not going to...?" "Don't ask."
Shigure	Shigure watches Re-class leave, every single step of the wait... only once the battleship is out of sight does she release her turrets and let them gimbal onto her back, where the then wink out with a flicker of blue-white light. She radios in for the medical team, then just kinda slumps down in the middle of the road. "This... was a disaster."