Scene #6162: A Knight at the Museum

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Tony Stark	It had been a good, autumnal day in New York. Cars honked, people were 'walkin heah', crime bubbled beneath the surface, alien gods peered down from on high, and Rikers Island was full of terrible people. Some people thought that the Riker's Island facility wasn't enough. That people should be sent farther. Like into hell. Like straight to the fiery pit itself. Unfortunately, Joan of Arc was not a modern woman with a smartphone and Google Maps. And the Joan of Arc - Jeanne d'Arc - that presently existed in downtown New York, probably obstructing traffic, certainly wasn't the one on display at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, just down a block, with big banners about the dark-haired holy maiden who saved France, or some shit. MEANWHILE "I really don't wanna get a call every time Crusader Man, complete with period helmet and bellowing cry, shows up downtown, okay? Last I checked, I'm not a member of the NYPD, and SHIELD HAS people for this, right?" Tony Stark snaps at someone holding a tablet display of a shitty phone picture of Jeanne Alter, waving the intern away. "Say yes. You're supposed to say yes. Go ahead. You're allowed to speak." "Y-yes Mister Stark." the poor intern replies. "Good, now get out of here and come back when something's actually on fire." Stark finishes, turning back to his work.
Ritsuka Fujimaru	Something is indeed on fire. Many somethings, even. Namely, everything is on fire. The museum is on fire, the overturned cars are on fire, that one hot dog cart that isn't overpriced despite being around a tourist trap is on fire. Is there anything that isn't on fire? The white-haired woman in the middle of all the fire is not on fire. No, she's the one responsible for setting all the fires, and it had all come suddenly. One minute, things were fine. The next, everything started bursting into flames as wild laughter erupted from a... Black fur clad albino? It's New York. Nobody really pays attention to those sorts of weird things these days. Jeanne Alter's laughter echoes through the streets amidst a cacophany of sirens, wailing, and car alarms slowly dying out as they melt from the heat of the flames consuming their vehicles. "What a joke... Is this truly what people think of her these days?" Jeanne Alter scoffs as she spies a cop car speeding down the road, headed straight towards her and likely driven by an unlikely duo of a renegade and someone who's too old for this shit. Drawing her black-hilted blade, she simply points it at the vehicle as spears appear out of nowhere and launch themselves into the car, threatening to add two more to the body count!
Ryouma Sakamoto	"Why do you want to speak with captain Rogers, anyway?" Ryouma asks Oryou, as he walks towards Stark Tower, hands in his pockets. "Oryou has her reasons," answers the young woman in a black school uniform floating besides him, just a few feet off the ground. "Ah? How unlike you to be so mysterious with me," Ryouma smiles. Oryou appears flustered for a moment. Ryouma beams. "No, no, please don't worry. Your business is your own, Oryou. Ah, I'll just wait outside, yes?" Oryou nodnods. But the smell of smoke lingers in the air. Just Ryouma's luck. Well, it's not A- for nothing. He's very lucky! But the line between misfortune and fortune is thin when you keep bumping into things like this. "Ah... do you mind a quick detour, Oryou?" Ryouma asks. She peers in the direction of the column of smoke, and then back at Ryouma. "Oryou doesn't mind." Neither of them will arrive in time to save the two cops (so someone else is going to have to!), but Ryouma, unarmed, immediatly makes an effort to approach Jeanne. "Ah, excuse me, ma'am, might we ask what has you so upset?" Yes, nevermind the fact she's very obviously to blame. Ryouma's too nice to assume and act on it. He doesn't even have his weapons out! Oryou, conversely, is on-edge.
Tony Stark	MINUTES LATER (from the previous) The Intern returns. Stark gives the Intern a Look. The intern gives Stark a look - back at the tablet, which now shows everything on goddamn fire. It's literally what he sent the intern away for. "That... looks like Detective Sakamoto's problem, actually. Ring him up, and then push that to his friend Felt. Get fire crews on standby, start evacuating a two-block radius." Tony orders, getting up. What a mess. As the distress calls go out, Tony Stark starts closing and saving holographic program windows. "Friday, get JARVIS to look over the proposal I just saved?" "Of course. The Forty-Three is on standby." "Alright, let's go see what the problem is." STREAKING IN Iron Man zooms in out of the sky, braking with palm-jets as he hovers in the air above the blaze. "The entire Metro -- this is out of hand. Hey! Tall dark and burning! What's your deal? Asgardian? Some sort of weird elf? Boat ghost?!" Jeanne Alter starts flamespearing a car, and Tony immediately starts lunging through the air, shouting a 'Wait!' -- but he won't be there in time.
Doctor Strange	As if on cue, Stark's proprietary email system receives an email from Stephen Strange. It has a picture of that same woman, very possibly the exact same picture. Pictures like this tend to spread quickly. The tone of the email is nowhere near as urgent as the intern's. It's largely 'I'll see what this is about.' Then there is another Legally Distinct Ping, and a single message. "Everything's on fire." Strange really can't enjoy a meatball sub without some actual meatball causing trouble. For him, responding to the distress call is literally just stepping out of his front door and flying a short ways. No one ever gets a cab in Greenwich Village, anyway. He flies over as the cops approach and stows his phone after that hasty second email. The weirdest thing happens to those spears flying towards the cops--what looks like a wall of broken glass is hurled towards them from above, swallowing them up before hitting the ground and dematerializing. Strange slowly descends from the sky to join Ryouma and Oryou on the ground. With his rockin' goatee, blue tunic and pleated, high collar cloak, he looks very wizardy. Except for the black Converses. He has to raise his voice for Tony to hear him, what with him trying to catch up. "I'm betting Asgardian or Legend Ghost!" Ahem. "Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme. What master do you serve?"
Cu Chulainn	The distress call comes at a sort of difficult time for Cu Chulainn and Felt Haddask. Felt is in the middle of important paperwork, doing backlogged reports after he spent days going 'I'll do it tomorrow, I swear', and despite the distress call, can't justify himself going off-world to help at this time, to his greatest disappointment. Cu Chulainn, on the other hand, can, and was therefore sent to give a hand. He doesn't have a vehicle, but luckily, he doesn't need one. The blue Lancer is fast. Wicked fast. He's an invisible blur as he dashes through the streets of New York City, weaving between traffic and alleyways. When he reaches the streets outside the museum, his first instinct is to just stab the laughing woman with his spear. However, Ryouma's moving to try and talk her down, and the floating sorcerer has the cops under control. Therefore, Cu Chulainn notifies those over the radio that he's here, and then decides to focus on the big burning museum. Speeding through the front doors, Cu Chulainn's priority is civilians. He's going to try and usher people towards the back and side exits, where they won't be on the same street as Jeanne Alter where everything's burning, and if anyone's trapped, scared, or not moving fast enough, he'll literally grab them and speed them out the doors. He's no longer invisible as he does so, a man in a blue Celtic bodysuit with earrings and short blue hair. He probably screams 'superhero' just the way he looks, in this world.
Spider-Man	NYC Skyline Patrol @BirdwatchSupreme247 - 10m Hey @NYCWallCrawler I'm seeing fires near 5th and 82nd. Are you around today? Spider-Man @NYCWallCrawler - 7m yeah! on my way. hey @FDNY any advice? never tried fighting a fire before. FDNY - New York City Fire Separtment @FDNY - 4m @NYCWallCrawler There's been reports of high-risk ongoing arson at @MetMuseum. Please stay clear while emergency services respond. We're told to hold until the perpetrator is clear. Spider-Man @NYCWallCrawler - 3m @FDNY okay so clear the risk and save people while you can't. i've got it don't worry! Here comes the Spider-Man. He's swinging hard, coming up 81st and then taking a sharp right and landing heavily on the side of the apartment building across the street from it. "Woah! Hey, lady, take it easy! You have to get published before you can start art criticism like this." He flicks his web-shooter out, creating an airbursting cluster of web that spreads a protective mesh between the police car and Jeanne, trying to cut off further danger and give Doctor Strange enough room to work. Oh hey! He recognizes that guy. "Hey Doctor! Glad seeing you again. Is she magic too? Is she on /the drugs/ too? 'Cause I think this spell isn't in Dungeons and Dragons." His goggles shift their shutters around, and his ultra-keen vision flicks through the scene. He listens keenly for the telltale sound of distressed breathing, trying to find out of there's any civilians in need of saving from the inferno, and intending to swing right into the museum to go after them if they're there! He'll likely wind up working right with Cu, his own approach being to web up hazards and try to keep structural dangers minimized with an extensive array of webs that limit the ongoing dangers of the fire! All, of course, assuming that Jeanne doesn't interfere, because he won't do well if she does.
Ritsuka Fujimaru	This is not a good day to be a police officer. Or security. Or a tourist. Or... Anyone in the general area, really. The heat is intense, and the flames are unlike those that would be caused by a simple electrical malfunction, gas leak, or even an arsonist with an oil can. For those with magical senses (or even working eyes to see where those spears had come from), it would be easy to determine that the fires were all magical in their origin. Except for the ones from exploding cars, anyway. Those were most certainly mechanical. Luckily for Cu, the fire is actually fairly limited to the immediate block area around Jeanne. The side and back entrances of the museum are mostly undamaged aside from smoke and the spreading flames, but it shouldn't be too difficult to get the civilians out as long as he doesn't accidentally bring them right to the front doors. The arsonist raises an eyebrow as those flaming spears /don't/ hit their intended target, but are instead stopped by a combination of what looks like glass and spider silk. Those two cops' adventures will continue another time, but they're not sticking around to see how far old-fashioned grit is going to get them today. Doctor Strange is the first to draw her attention, and Jeanne Alter's lips curl into an amused grin as he introduces himself. "Bold to give your name so easily, Caster. You've made a mistake if you think I'd stoop to serving a mere human, though." Spider-Man's proclamation, meanwhile, gets a slightly more questioning and slightly less smug look from the woman in black. "Is this what counts as art in this world? Getting basic inform-" She pauses, staring at him a moment longer before furrowing her brow and tightening the grip on her sword. "Were you following me this whole time?" Ryouma's approach is met with a sharp glare from Jeanne Alter as she turns her sword towards him and the floating Oryou besides him. Unlike Ryouma's non-hositle approach, she looks all too ready to run him through even as she actually lowers the weapon with an amused smirk crossing her face. "Are you brave or stupid? If you were paying any attention, this-" She points her sword towards the burning museum, about to humor the pair when someone calls her 'tall, dark, and burning.' Tall. She's 5'2". 5'3" if you're being generous. Jeanne Alter is not amused. She is not amused at all. Directing her gaze his way next, she raises her sword behind her as more of those spears start appearing. A volley of them is launched right at Iron Man one right after the other, and then that flag is raised briefly before being swept around the woman in black. As she swings, flames shoot out in a wide-area wave towards the responders, threatening to burn them to a crisp!
Ryouma Sakamoto	Jeanne's banner slams into Oryou, whose arms move to intercept it. It's immediatly obvious that the floating woman is immensely strong, but beyond keeping the flag from beating her senseless, she doesn't actually seem to respond immediatly. When she does respond, it's to shift away from the flag and to put herself in the path of the flames, so that Ryouma isn't burnt to a crisp. It's just fire, right? Oryou screeches unpleasantly. She's divine. Jeanne can tell. The matchup is pretty bad. Yet, Ryouma laughs. "Ah, well... I've been told I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, as it were. I'm a pretty simple man who just wants to make everyone happy. That includes you, miss." Ryouma politely takes his hat off, from the relative safety of being behind his tank. His dragon tank. His divine dragon tank, so it's not all sunshine right now. "Ryouma Sakamoto, and this is my partner," he says. Oryou rumbles angrily. "Oryou doesn't think it's time for introductions, Ryouma. Can Oryou just eat her?" the floating woman asks. "Please don't," Ryouma says. The 'Rider' draws his katana, walking past Oryou. "If you only wish to fight today, that's alright. But perhaps another time, we can have tea or lunch? Ah, that is, if you don't kill me. Please, don't kill me." It's a sincere request. Not the slightest hint of sarcasm. Ryouma comes in for a swing, to engage the woman in a swordfight. Oryou glares angrily. Unlike the others, he's trying to disarm her with nice words, not provoke further fires.
Doctor Strange	"Definitely magic," says Strange to Spider-Man as the latter swings by overhead. He hasn't made any overt moves against her by that point. There's no reason he can't play along with Ryouma's more diplomatic approach, optimistic though it might be. At least, until she starts hurling stuff around. Spider-Man and the Blue Wonder (he doesn't actually know the guy, but he looks like a local) appear to have the museum well in hand, which allows him to focus his attention solely on the archaic arsonist. "Legend Ghost it is," he mutters. Strange appears for a moment to have been completely engulfed by Jeanne's flames. When the blast clears, there are actually three Stranges, two of which hold open circular tears in reality. The middle Strange bears a few singes, his counterparts sporting burned clothes in exactly the same spots. They disappear, as do the portals. "You heard the one about the Cone of Cold?" The surgeon in his late thirties pulls a lateral flip straight out of the Shaolin Temple, thrusting outwards with his palms. A cone of freezing air erupts from the space between his palms. retaliating for the attack.
Cu Chulainn	Cu makes sure no one is brought to the front door, and gets as many people out as he can. Mission accomplished! However, when he moves to start returning to the front, a wave of flames shoots out, and the backblast of heat and fire brushes against him. It's hot, and begins to char his suit a little, definitely uncomfortable and painful on the skin. In fact, it damages his body even more than the light brush should, due to the fact that the flames hurt the divine and Cu Chulainn's a demigod. He grunts out in pain, lifting his hands to summon Gae Bolg to his side. The wicked red spear is primed, as kicking the doors back open, the Lancer faces Jeanne Alter. He already insulted her over the radio, but with that completely chill attitude and a cocky grin, he seems to be taking this easy. He hasn't been spurred to Ulster Boy Rage yet. Instead of a speech, he just shouts to her to get her to face him. "You wanna see my face when I insult you? Let's make it the last thing you ever see, then!" And then, he disappears. Not literally, as he doesn't turn invisible, and if Jeanne pays close enough attention, she can see him, but he's moving fast. He blurs forward with the wicked red spear, trying to plunge it straight into her chest, maybe her heart if he's lucky, but he's Lancer, so probably not. While it's a fast and furious strike with high power behind it, it's something that could probably be deflected or blocked to elsewhere with Jeanne's own superhuman attributes.
Spider-Man	"Huh? I dunno, what's your username, fire lady?" Spider-Man asks as he's swinging towards the structure. "I follow a lot of people! It's good to do followbacks, what's how I found out about the fire." He tries to dive in, and gets well to work on things, swinging into and out of the building dynamically and keeping it all held up... Before a rush of fire slams into him while he's outside. He only barely realizes what that danger-sensing sensation is before it the impact overloads his nerves with flesh-boiling pain. "GaaaaAAAAAAUGH!" He screams out in a short, choked cry of pain as it catches his side while he's trying to twist away, then he slams into the side of one of the windows he had meant to dive /through/. Panting with pain, he tries his best to keep his own mind on-task with, ironically the distractions. "What do you mean /if/?! WHo wouldn't be trying to /save/ people in a time like this-- Gaaaaauauuh, that /hurt/!" He manages to stabilize himself on the side of the building with his wall-crawling. "Come on lady! I don't know what you're so upset about in Earth, but whatever beef you have with the art, you can take!" He dives away from the structure, and goes into a wide, swinging arc towards Jeanne. "It!" he tries to blast that SWORD with a rush of heavy webbing, to attach it to the ground or to nearby burning structures so she can't keep using it. "UP!" And then he tries to deliver a mighty kick to her torso, the kind that would launch her into the air and knock her a bit off balance while she recovers. "With the /curators/ and do some art reviewing, not firebombing people!" He's struggling through the pain, but he's trying to use this opportunity to to work a little more on getting the fire matters resolved. Web-yanking open paths of escape, reinforcing structure, and trying to find people within to keep pulling out with his webs, while he hopes Jeanne's occupied.
Tony Stark	Tony Stark lays down a hot line. He doesn't know it's a hot line. Normally, he does, and it's intentional, but today, Stark just lays it down there like it's nothing. We'll get back to that. Doctor Stephen Strange shows up, postulating that their new person is one of the Legend Spirits. The mail server in his HUD pops up and fills in the rest of the details. 'Well, doc, you're really earning your legally distinct yellow chevron.' Stark mutters to himself, before the blue flight UI rotates around his head to a much more trimmed down tactical red UI, a crosshair populating over one eye. Most of the Mark XLIII's weapon systems remain greyed out, little locks over them. Ryouma and Oryou showing up 'just out of the blue' rather than in his ear in a phonecall adds two to two and makes a brilliant, sharp 4 in Tony's mind. "I'm going with legend ghost, too, Doctor." Remember way back up at the top, where Tony said a dumb thing? Tall. He called her tall. It was an idiom. 'Tall, dark, and ____'. He didn't think anything of it. When the burning spears of darkness sail towards the hotrod red and gold form of Iron Man, Tony immediately jinks in mid-air, firing a scattering of low-power repulsor blasts at the incoming projectiles - largely to no avail. They strike, send Stark spinning out of the air, stalling with a half-dozen cratered points of scorched and melted armor, as the spears drilled in. "Those spears well exceeded the armor's heat integrity, boss!" "Well, then, let's not get hit by any more. Activate auto-interdiction." "Got it." Inside his helmet, safe from the prying eyes of others who'd judge him for his little moments of weakness, it's not the awful, burning feeling that draws on his stress. Killian had almost cooked him out of his suit before. It was Spider-Man's scream in his earpiece that earned a deep grimace, and a narrowing of his eyes. "Friday, step up arsenal to level two threat." "Powering repulsors to lethal outputs. Missiles armed." Getting up from the ground, Iron Man's glowing chest reactor shines brightly, through the haze of smoke and fire. "Lady? In this town, you don't call me a metal jester. And you don't burn down historical sites. You're well past walking this back." Aiming both arms, Stark pours on a scattering of smartmissiles while his allies close in, and then, when they do - follows up with a quartet of repulsor blasts. Seeing Spider-Man swing by, Stark takes a moment. "Kid, you okay? First responders say they're pulling people out the back door, good work!"
Ritsuka Fujimaru	Jeanne can't help but feel just slightly pressured to give her name, especially after just about everyone there is already throwingt heir names around without a care in the world. "Perhaps... It's just everyone in this world that's daft, then. Very well... I am Jeanne d'Arc, the Dragon Witch of Orleans!" Shouting her name to the heavens, she narrows her eyes at Ryouma as he continues his approach after Oryou's protests. She looks amused again. "Brave AND stupid. I'll commend you on that, but!" Raising her blade, she steps right in to bring her blade up against Ryouma's, clashing against the katana and grinning even as his swing grazes her face on the way down with a splash of red. "Flirting so brazenly... Do you have any shame?!" She brings her leg up for a mighty kick aimed at his midsection, followed up with another burst of flame seemingly out of nowhere. Before she can use her sword again, however, she brings up her sword arm and cape as Strange's blast of cold actually halts the fires whirling around the arsonist! Briefly, but it's still a welcome respite for those still stuck inside the museum. The magically-invoked fires are dying down, but there's still plenty of fires around from all the earlier explosions and gift store merchandise inside the museum itself. "Have I heard... No, humor me. It better be good, because there's plenty to laugh at here already!" Jeanne opts to fight cold with heat as she pulls back with her sword arm, then thrusts it forward with another, more focused blast of fire aimed squarely at Strange. With her focusing on that heat blast, however, she only has enough time to hear Cu Chulainn's retort before she notices something... Wrong. He's coming, isn't he? It's too fast to avoid, but deflecting it with her sword should... /Would/ be straightforward enough if she wasn't being attacked from multiple angles. Her sword is too slow, and it's only after she notices that the spider's silk has covered her weapon and is being yanked on forcefully. It's enough of an opening that the spear strikes home, launching her backwards into Spider-Man's kick and launching herself upwards. Armor cracks from the combined assault, but it hasn't broken yet, and Jeanne seems to be getting even more excited as the mad grin on her face broadens. "That's much better, Lancer and Assassin! How curious that an Assassin would criticize me on-" Before she can finish that sentence, she spots those missiles coming in. Not that she knows what missiles are, of course, but projectiles can simply be burnt away! She swings her flag up (due to the sword being stuck at ground level) to intercept them with yet more flames, but the ensuing explosion and repulsor blasts send her hurtling backwards yet again! She lands in relative safety, however, charred in places and with cracks in her armor in others. She even takes a moment to spit out a glob of blood, then cackles yet again. "How perfect... Let this city be our battlefield, then! It will serve as a grim reminder for what awaits the condemned!" Slamming her flag on the ground once more, Jeanne grips it tightly with both hands as the banner is consumed with dark flames. She raises the flag as the banner burns, and after a long moment, dark spears wreathed in flame rain from the sky like a wave!
Ryouma Sakamoto	"Ah, no, you have me completely wrong," Ryouma says. Then he's kicked back and onto his ass and scorched by a jet of hot flames, before a rain of dark spears threatens him. Oryou moves again, taking the brunt of the assault for him. The spears get through her normally absurd defenses, and draw black blood from beneath her uniform. She scowls at Jeanne and finishes Ryouma's sentence for him. "Ryouma is married to Oryou," she rumbles. "Ryouma would never cheat on Oryou. Ryouma already has a dragon, he doesn't need a witch!" "Ah, Oryou, no, don't-" Ryouma tries. Oryou doesn't listen. Oryou attempts to tackle Jeanne. To the ground. And then punch. And punch. And punch. Her fists even erupt in flames. That's what a catfight between dragon waifus looks like. Ryouma crawls back up onto his feet, still a bit winded from the kick. "Ah, miss Jeanne, please, there's--" Punch. "There's--" Punch. "THERE'S--" Punch. Ryouma sighs, and gives up trying to speak over Oryou's momentary fury.
Cu Chulainn	As Jeanne Alter introduces herself, Cu quirks an eyebrow. He'd heard Jeanne d'Arc was a good person who fought against injustice or something, not a dragon witch who burned down museums. Guess history lied to him. What's next, the shocking twists of King Arthur? As the spear impacts with her armor as Spider-Man shifts that sword with a kick. the Lancer grins. He takes the praise well, but doesn't stop with his assault until the flag is slammed into the ground. The spearman moves fast, but not fast enough to dodge all of those flaming spears. He deflects a few, but one impacts into his shoulder shallowly, cutting into it and burning through the skin. Cu Chulainn has to hold on tight to his spear as he wavers, before he rips out the enemy spear and throws it to the side. "Aren't you supposed to be a hero or something? What do you get from barbecuing all these people, huh? No matter...I'll tear you apart!" Weaving in between flaming spears, with more cutting him shallowly and drawing blood, Cu Chulainn moves to try and impact into Jeanne Alter's side and start thrusting rapidly with that spear, trying to crack through her armor and make openings, allowing the shockwaves of the many rapid blows to try and damage her simultaneously. But this puts him back in melee combat, so it might not be the best idea for him.
Doctor Strange	The guy with the lance is fast. He could always be faster. When Spider-Man attempts to web Jeanne's weapon into the ground, Strange capitalizes. The bronze-gold amulet around his neck opens like an eye, casting him in a brilliant emerald light. Bands of congealed time manifest upon his wrist as slowly rotating green glyphs. He aims his hand at Cu, taps a finger to the 'bracelet,' and spins it, speeding up the passage of time for Lancer. Let him deal with her. Right before Jeanne's eyes, Strange vanishes, twice in quick succession. Coming back from the second such disappearance, the sorcerer is caught with his back against the proverbial wall. The only thing he can do is attempt to absorb her attack. Palms outstretch like a martial artist preparing to absorb a blow. Jeanne's fire flows /into/ his hands, and for a moment, it looks like the attack is simply absorbed, just like that. That is not the case. The sheer heat of her flames, and the strength of her will, sees his palms badly burned, beads of sweat running down the sorcerer's brow from the effort involved in such a direct matching of power. Brute magical strength, it seems, is not his forte. The doctor's backup plan should ease the sting. He takes to the sky and enacts that plan as Tony's smart missiles pelt the earth below, while Oryou tackles Jeanne and Lancer moves in to engage as well. Both arms spread wide, burned and bleeding palms thrust out to either side. It's as if he struck a window no one realized existed. All around them, the air--no, reality itself splinters and cracks, the break spreading to completely encompass the museum and surrounding area. The fight now exists not in New York, but in a lifeless reflection just a thin, but meaningful distinction away from the real thing. A reflection. A manhole cover lifts up, and multiplies itself until there are several, hovering in the air like large metal coins. They begin to shift, increasing their mass in spiral motions. The learned fighters on the battlefield will recognize the shapes: Fibonacci spirals. The amount doubles, and the metal spirals are hurled through the air at Jeanne.
Tony Stark	"Hey! HEY! How about -- bear with me, Not?!" Stark calls, over the less-than-merry blaze all about. Vision modes cycled quickly produce a haze of effects before managing to filter out all the junk data from the smouldering wrecks of cars, the near-molten asphalt, and the thick clouds of burned materiel from the Met. "This city isn't going to be anyone's battlefield. I'm barely willing to host you on this street. Grim reminders? Lady!" Iron man spends a genuinely baffled moment spreading his arms wide, as if gesturing 'look at the city you're in'. "This is New York." Tony Stark growls, his tone turning almost hateful, a venomous bite that strips away all with pretense that this is a fight for Tony Stark with padded gloves to simply repel the Dragon Witch. He doesn't get a chance to enact his vengeance immediately, his missiles retracting as the spear-rain falls. Slaloming around the burning cars and listing lightposts to close the gap between himself and the Dragon Witch, Stark's back takes another sharp set of impacts, sending Iron Man skidding into the ground, one of the magic spears burning into the back thruster. "Boss! Fire suppression system is overwhelmed - flight stabilizer's compromised." Stark rolls, shoving with his shoulder to avoid another as the heat spikes within his suit. "Shunt coolant reserves, and compensate!" The ground battle continues, and Stark finishes his approach with a laser-like blast from his right palm, before spinning in for a tremendous right hook, joining Oryou in CQC. "Friday. Uplink to sattelite. Move accessory platform into the airspace, begin loading Sigma Heavy suite for the Forty-Three." If Friday was a real person, perhaps they would balk, or pause, or not immediately process Tony Stark's orders to bring artillery-level hardware into the air over New York City. Instead: "Understood. Sigma Heavy suite launched from sattelite. Expanding safe distance to five blocks. Department of Damage Control has been notified. Ninety seconds to availability." Doctor Strange enacts their plan to limit exposure, and the data feed in Stark's peripheral stops abruptly, the Mirror World temporarily severing the Iron Man suit's connection with his inbound satellite. "You keep yukking it up, and I'm really gonna get offended. At this point, I don't care who you are - I'm Iron Man, and you're getting evicted."
Spider-Man	"'Assassin', what-- I don't /kill/ people! I don't kill anyone!!" Spider-Man says, his goggle-shutters going wide and insistent on that point. He holds on to where he's landed on the side of the building across the street, ready, wary, panting a little, and holding the burned side of his torso. "Wait, Jeanne d'Arc... Like Joan of Arc? Woah! Are you like that Edison guy? That is /cool/, you're all like weird history. But-- Wait! Look at what you're doing! I don't know what your problem is with the Joan of Arc exhibit, but can't even be close to being worth hurting all these people! Look, if you wanted to-- I don't know, if you wanted to deface it, if you wanted to /bomb/ the place even, that'd make sense. But you're putting so many other people at risk! /Why/!?" He has little to respond to the massive wave of spears with though. He can see it coming many seconds before it arrives, through keen and precise vision, and there's a moment where every muscle in his body visibly jolts towards a cowardly escape. The shutters on his goggles open wide. He doesn't want to get impaled! He start to mutter. "Oh, oh no, oh crap, oh no. That's a lot of spear, oh no. I gotta... Get in close. I gotta go after that flag." He swallows. "Alright Pete. Alright. Just like dodgeball. You can do this. Come on, come on... Come on..." He leaps off and breaks into a series of short, quick spider-leaps. "You got this..." Leap. "You got this you got this..." Leap, leap, twist, flip. "You got this you got this please /please/...!" He cries out in increasing panic. Spears graze his skin enough to feel the flame as he twists in mid-air. He winds up briefly diving under Oryou, /sliding/ straight under Ryouma Sakamoto as he's between being kicked and being on his ass. He kicks off of it just in time to flick over Cu Chulainn's shoulders, landing on the other side of Jeanne and skidding to a stop there. Doctor Strange's mathematical design for the attack means that when he enters that slightly more familiar dimensional space, he can know exactly where to stop just under one of those precisely-arranged manhole covers, recognizing the pattern. Halfway to out of his mind with fear, he keeps on the opposite side of Cu and Tony Stark's position in close combat. His goal is the flag. He dramatically ejects the spent web cartridges on his web-shooters, loads both up with fresh "magazines", and unleashes a spray meant to make such a mess of strands linking Jeanne and her flag to the ground that it should hopefully buy crucial seconds to take her out. It's like a riot-control spray all in one blast! Carefully trying to keep the melee fighters (where possible, such as the case may be with Oryou) out of the blast through careful angling. "I don't care if anyone's condemned, you can't put more innocent people in danger! I've gotta stop you!"
Ritsuka Fujimaru	He's married. He's married, AND he's flirting. The amusement fades from Jeanne's eyes as she stares right at Ryouma, giving him the sort of look one would have staring at a gas station bathroom if she had lived in a time where gas station bathrooms existed. It's enough disgust that she doesn't even respond right away despite seeing Oryou coming right towards her. It's not until Oryou's actually on her that she finally digs her heels in and grapples with the dragonwife, blocking some of those blows with her gauntlets and others with her face while Iron Man's laser blast knocks the horshoe-like headpiece right off the madwoman's head. "Keh... You would do well to leave him. Go." It's not so much blocking as she's just hammering back at the dragon schoolgirl wife in front of her, although there's not nearly as much fury in her own blows as those coming towards her. Stark, however, isn't so lucky. She's still rather sore about that 'tall' comment, and he doesn't have the benefit of a cheating spouse to make her pull her punches. His declaration that they're in New York meets deaf ears along with a blank stare. "That... Yes, that is what I learned this city is called." Honestly, she's not sure how to respond to that. Punching is good, though, as she lashes back at Tony with considerably more gusto, aiming her punches right at his as if challenging him to a contest of strength and wills right then and there! It probably helps that she also has dark fire magic to augment her punches. Alas, she can't clinch with Oryou and Stark forever, as Cu is coming right back in with that deadly spear once more. Pushing herself away from the two, Jeanne launches herself upwards with her flagpole to evade his flurry of stabs by mere hair lengths. "A hero...? That /is/ what you would expect, wouldn't you? If Jeanne d'Arc is supposed to be hero, though, then what does that mean about me? There must be something wrong with me, right?!" The wild grin returns to her face as the woman in black summons another one of those spears into her hand next, diving back down towards Cu Chulainn. The spear is flung down at him, and it's followed with a big downwards slam of that cursed flag. Flames burst out from the flag, and... ... Things don't look quite right. Shouldn't that fire be spreading again? Shouldn't there still be screaming and sirens and horrendous noises from those cars? So many things that should be simply aren't, and those odd discs from the street are the only things that seem to make sense despite not making sense at all. There shouldn't be nearly as many of them as they are, but... Well, they are. And they're all coming for Jeanne. Standing her ground, she whips her flag forward as she knocks a few aside while others knock her off balance, and yet others need to be bashed away with her gauntlets to avoid getting hit square in the face. "What strange magic you have, Caster... But how long can you keep this up? Those fools are just waiting for the inevitable, you know!" She didn't see any of the evacuation, did she? No matter. Jeanne Alter actually seems to be enjoying the fight more than the earlier chaos at this point, and the dark magic whirling about her intensifies as yet more of those spears appear. Instead of simply launching them at Strange, however, she starts plucking them from midair as she starts to fling them at the magic doctor. she only throws three of them by hand before three more launch themselves by magic yet again. What she doesn't notice among that barrage of manhole covers, however, is Spider-Man weaving in between everything so perfectly and screaming like a-
Ritsuka Fujimaru	"... A child?" It was easier to dismiss his earlier quips as coming from another oddball in the mass of oddballs, but it's significantly harder to ignore when it's so... Loud. Desperate, even. "Hmph. Call me what you want if you don't believe I am Jeanne, then! If you must know, then remember my face! Remember my name!" She brings her flag up once more just as the giant blast of webbing strikes against it, hampering her ability to swing it around and maneuver it with the entire thing wedged against the ground like a regular flagpole. "Persistent, aren't you..? Commendable, but still foolish! Leave now, if you value your life!" Tearing one hand away from the flagpole, Jeanne calls on another flaming spear that's significantly larger than the last one launching it towards Spider-Man even as she struggles to get the flag itself free with her other webbed-up hand. "Flee, and remember what you've seen today!"
Ryouma Sakamoto	Ryouma has no idea what he did wrong. He can certainly tell Jeanne is offended, but he can't fathom why an invitation to eat and chat would be perceived negatively. That's all it was! He is beyond confused. No, really, the MIRROR DIMENSION is less confusing than this social blunder. And the Mirror Dimension is VERY confusing. Oryou and Jeanne trade blows for a while, until Jeanne eventually slips away. Oryou wipes a bit of blood from the corner of her mouth, hissing like a snake at the escaping antiSaint. "Oryou will not abandon Ryouma! Oryou and Ryouma are bound by the power of true love! And nothing is more powerful than true love!" Ryouma, behind her, laughs nervously. What has she been /watching/. "Oryou will show you!" Oryou's right hand bursts into a sickly black-blue flame. She pulls it back, readying a punch. "Take this! Oryou's Love Love Flame Cannon!" Ryouma burries his face in his gloved hand. Oryou punches a giant, flaming, manaburning heart at Jeanne. Her claims of being from the Magical Girl class remain up in the air.
Cu Chulainn	As Doctor Strange speeds him up, Cu Chulainn keeps going, even as he misses every strike. It's close enough that he's not too ashamed of himself, but he can also respect her skill. A hero such as Jeanne d'Arc /would/ be this strong, wouldn't she? Now in a safe magical realm, his time accelerating, Cu Chulainn responds as a spear is flung at him. It's deflected away, the force of the impact with his spear vibrating through his hands and forcing him back, but he's fast enough to deflect it. He responds in the process. "So, what, are you this Jeanne or not? Stop being so confusing!" Sadly, she's not getting him to reveal his identity. There's no right moment for it. The flag, slams up and over him directly, fire coming out and almost setting him aflame, as he moves his spear to try and block the flag from actually immolating him. It still burns, the heavy blow almost sending him to his knees and creating more cuts and wounds, and more burnt skin. Pushing the flag back briefly, Cu Chulainn leaps backwards... "Alright. Let's step things up a notch." And wreathes Gae Bolg with crimson energy, surrounding the tip of the spear. Using that leap back to give him distance, Cu Chulainn makes a running leap, hopping onto a car, which he uses as a springboard for another leap. This one takes him overhead on Jeanne Alter, where he moves to flip in the air and swing the energized spear over and into her, trying to run her through. "Let's just end this, Dragon Witch!"
Spider-Man	"I can't leave because I care about /their/ lives!!" Spider-Man cries out, his voice breaking slightly, refusing to be driven off by the attack. "I'm not trying to /forget/ anyone! But I won't remember running away and surviving when people were in danger!" He clenches his fists, rushing forward with spidery agility and incredibly high speed, when that shot meant to deter him comes for him. He refuses to break his path, instead letting his reflexes take over. Spidery grip at his hands lashes out to snag the spear by its hilt, with the tip of the spear inches from his chest; he cries out in pain as his flesh boils from the contact with the high-heat weapon, but it doesn't interrupt his rush. He seems just as surprised that it happened as anyone else might be, and /that's/ what makes him falter a bit, confused and disoriented. He capitalizes as hard as he can though. "If you want to come here and kill people, you'll be killing me before you make me remember standing back and letting them die!" His voice is surging with youthful fear, because Jeanne killing him feels like a very legitimate option, but at least his combat instinct is kicking in; he tries his god damndest to start a series of high-flying, flipping strikes. Punches, kicks, sweeping and swinging wide to strike from a dozen angles and keep well out of the way of the projectiles coming from around him. At this level of poor familiarity with his own battle-instinct, and this intense level of fear, he'll likely wind up breaking bones in his burned hand just out of sheer pulse-pounding unfamiliarity with combat with this level of threat. So far he's fought a king that was working mostly nonlethally, a variety of street level goons and drunks, and other suchlike; Jeanne constitutes the first time someone on this level of power has put him at risk of being truly killed dead, and his clumsy response shows it, but for whatever it may be worth, he's sticking to his principles and he's intent on making sure Jeanne doesn't hurt people besides the heroes here, and Spider-Man himself.
Tony Stark	Tony Stark has gotten in a lot of fistfights. And, whenever it's really mattered, he's basically lost those fistfights. He tends to get in a few good licks, but he always pays for them This fistfight matters. And Tony Stark - Iron Man - is no Captain America, no James Buchanan Barnes, no Black Panther. Sometimes, sometimes he's just a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist in a metal suit. Trading blows with the superpowered incarnation of hatred, the Dragon Witch Jeanne d'Arc is like punching a steel wall that burns on contact, and her own dark-flame empowered counterattacks smash into his suit, the Mark XLIII buckling and crumpling in zones not meant to recieve powerful and armor-softening strikes. Even if Jeanne can't handle Oryou, Cu, and Tony in close quarters, Tony can't hang in there long enough to capitalize. One traded blow sends him sliding back, before dropping to a knee, gasping for air. His armor had compressed around his chest in some stifling places, and still the heat from her lingering flames played havoc with his internal systems. "Tell me the good news, Friday." "Multiple system failures. Coolant reserves low." "I said the good news." "Suit power is holding steady at seventy percent." Standing, getting his bearings, and nursing a throbbing headache from the blows to his helmet and the failing environmental systems of the Mk. XLIII, Iron Man rolls back his shoulders, fists coming to his sides in a power stance. "That's pretty good. Analyze and target her armor's weak points. Let's open her up." A series of a dozen microcrosshairs populate across joints and latches on Jeanne's armor, and from both shoulder ports two smartgun arrays begin independently targeting the locations. A bright orange light begins to eclipse the white within his chest reactor. "Doctor! Any time now!" Stark shouts, before leaning forward, and firing a full-power bwoooooooon beam of coruscating light - the Unibeam, escorted by a fusillade of targeted smartgun rounds to briefly -- hopefully -- deprive her of armor.
Doctor Strange	Tony Stark calls for help. That is what he gets. "Joan of Arc!" The sorcerer calls from his position in the sky. The Cloak of Levitation billows dramatically behind him. "Maid of Orleans! Hero of the Hundred Years' War! Savior of France!" He sits in the air in the lotus position, index fingers held in place by his thumbs, burned and shaking palms held to the sky. Glowing rings of orange glyphs burn and slowly rotate before his hands. As Jeanne's spears fly towards him, some are swatted away by his hands--the circles of glyphs are apparently small target shields. Others still are redirected, guided into holes burnt into the fabric of reality itself to land upon some barren, desloate place. One nearly strikes him dead on--but he matches it with a blast of pure, choking life, more akin to manic disease than traditional, positive ideas about life. Mid-flight, the ray of teeming life wraps the weapon in a cocoon. It strikes Strange, and appears to have drawn some blood--but the impact shatters the cocoon, unleashing a cloud of fluttering moths that quickly dissipate into nothingness. It is a very impressive "Falsely accused by the very mortals you saved. You are right to be angry! You are right to feel betrayed! But hear me." Strange lifts both hands to the sky. "There is no vengeance for you here." All around, his allies struggle to overcome this foe. HE struggles to overcome her, already forced onto the back foot. Without a decisive strike, he might be forced to flee with his allies. Left alone, she would burn and pillage a world ill-prepared to deal with her. An unchecked magical rampage through this world, and countless others, all to satisfy whatever vendetta she has. That is unacceptable. As Sorcerer Supreme, he MUST stop her. "You will leave this world, and never return. Or I will quench your anger for all of time." A tear opens in the sky. It can be called a tear because everyone present within the Mirror Dimension feels reality being torn open like a cloth. They feel it upon the hairs of their necks, that awful feeling of hearing fabric tearing right behind one's ear, or hearing nails on a chalkboard, or a chair against a hard floor. Friction. Roaring icy winds blast from this tear, called forth from some frozen dimension of endless winter. A blizzard of blinding white and baleful wind surrounds Jeanne, flooding her vision with nonstop, stinging white. Both hands rest before an invisible point above Strange. Just above his head, his crown chakra. A thousand-petaled lotus of shimmering white energy unfolds behind his palms, bathing him in otherworldly radiance. The rings of glyphs before his hands shift in hue from orange to white. A similar, larger white mandala of glyphs burns itself into existence behind him, large enough to cast his body into relief. An outer circle, an inner square. A circle within that square, four half-circles within that. A hum of... agreement simply forces itself into the air, and the mandala flashes as sacred texts and ancient calculations flash into place within its confines. A massive, wildly fluctuating band of blistering black lightning arcs to the ground, levied on high from the Sorcerer Supreme. Everything it passes is cast in washed out, negative colors, as if this energy were the very idea of opposition. It pierces the blinding white of the snowstorm to seek the Maid of Orleans. If it reaches her, it doesn't just strike or burn--before it dissipates, it almost seems to wrap around her, as if a fist of pure, burning will were trying to crush her. If it reaches her, it is brief--but it is /intense./ Any part of the scenery it strikes has its hue permanently changed to a negative-color version of the original, steam steadily flowing /into/ it.
Ritsuka Fujimaru	All that talk of love coming from Oryou is starting to get on Jeanne's nerves, and visibly so. Her grin turns into a scowl, and it's not entirely due in part to what she perceives to be Oryou's continued faithfulness despite Ryouma's actions moments ago. "Is that truly love, or is it just a delusion? Love can make you blind, so if you truly believe in that power... Show me, then!" Jeanne Alter shouts towards the magical draconic schoolgirl as she stands firm before that oncoming rush of fire magic. She's stills training to remove her flag from the ground, and she can see Cu Chulainn revving to press the offensive against her as well. "Am I? Maybe I'm not. Does it make a difference?" Breaking out into mad laughter, she stares up towards Cu Chulainn as he takes to the sky for another attack. "I am Jeanne, and the one you consider a saint is nothing compared to me!" She bellows as she braces herself for two impacts, but that's not all that's coming for her. This is probably not a good spot to be standing in, all things considered. She's encountering quite a lot of resistance in such a small area, and it should have been child's play to simply kill all of them and burn the whole place to the ground. And yet... They're lasting so much longer than she could have expected. Perhaps Jeanne underestimated the humans of this world. Even Spider-Man and Tony Stark are still facing her despite not giving off any sort of magical energy she can detect, and they have refused to fall for this long. The former's oddly youthful voice is also somewhat jarring, even managing to take some of the fire out of her. "And then what? You care for them now, but how long will they care for yours? How long will it take before they demand that you die so their pathetic lives can continue for a few more wasted days?!" She actually sounds angry at that last part. Frustrated, even. Why shouldn't she be? From the sound of his voice, he couldn't possibly be that much older than she was at the beginning. Doctor Strange seems to have finally put something together, too, and that dead-eyed stare returns to her eyes as she gazes straight towards him. "Perhaps... Not here, no. This place..."
Ritsuka Fujimaru	Wasn't that island her original goal? "If you understand that much, then you should understand why I have done this! Why that blessed saint your wish to be your hero is unnecessary!" Cackling once more, Jeanne holds onto her flag as she braces herself against it. She's burning herself out, her armor is already cracked and broken in several places but if she can just find the opening in all those attacks...! And there it is. It's a gamble, but it's the best she can manage in the circumstances. Grasping the flag firmly, she takes Spider-Man's blows head on, gasping out painfully with each strike jarring her bound hand and cursed flag looser. The last strike even smashes through some of her armor, forcing the mad woman reeling back in pain while clutching that flag tightly with both hands once more. "Tch.. Assa-No. Crimson Spider! This is your only warning. Do not... Do not throw your life away as she did." She scoffs lightly and spits another mouthful of blood, then glances sideways briefly at her flag. It's free. Able to maneuver again, Jeanne brings her flag up quickly with just barely enough time to slam it against Gae Bolg shaft-to-pole, the deadly tip mere centimeters away from piercing right into her head. It catches onto the inside of her armor, however, forcing the dark saint to push against Cu and forcibly rip some of her armor off just to get some distance. She then calls forth a burst of flame that consumes the banner on her flag entirely, swinging it upwards at Oryou's burst of magical flame as she's wreathed in flames entirely. The flames change colors as she fights to absorb it all, soon turning black and purple once again as she burns out yet more of her reserves. Before she can call upon more flames to defend herself, however, Iron Man's missiles come flying right at her. With her armor in bad shape already, she's forced to move and actually sprint, spears emerging from the ground and firing upwards. They act not as projectiles aimed at Stark, however, but as obstacles that crumble to dust as they intercept the micromissiles. The explosions following her are still enough to still rock what's left of her armor and dislodge even more chunks out of it, leaving her with little actual armor left past a gauntlet and boots. Alas, her spears aren't quite as capable of intercepting the Unibeam, however, and Jeanne immolates flagpole itself before clutching it against herself and surrounding herself in flames once more. The Unibeam and the flames turn into a veritable storm of fire, barely able to withstand it all before the sky opens. Damn humans. Damn Servants. Why do they fight this hard?!
Ritsuka Fujimaru	Fire surges from the tornado of flame as the tear in the sky bears down on her with frigid winds and otherworldly lightning, threatening to freeze her even as it burns her through the fire she wields. Jeanne Alter howls madly as she stands her ground against all of it, the base of her flag grinding a hole into the ground while she braces herself against it as her only support in that magical storm. By the time the dust settles and the negative-hued landscape is visible once more, the flag is standing. Jeanne is still standing. Her body is singed, bleeding, and her armor is broken, but she still stands. It takes several long moments before she finally releases her vicegrip on the flag to stand firm again, but she does so with a defiant chuckle and a long stare towards the heroes that have come to stop her. "... Good. This is enough for today. I'll let you live for now, then." Breaking into that wild laughter once more, she pulls her flag out of the ground and starts backing away, seemingly unwilling to continue the fight further. She's not in the best shape by any means, but it does appear as though she's falling back for now. The damage has still been done to the city, but it's fairly minimal compared to what could have been done had she gone unchecked.
Doctor Strange	A portal opens in Jeanne's path. it's there if she wants to take it, but no attack comes if she doesn't. Through the hole in reality, she can see the familiar ring of the local Warpgate, allowing her an expedient exit. She can easily walk past it. Whether she leaves through the portal or her own way, something happens within the Mirror Dimension when she does. A bilboard for 'Holy Smokes' brand cigarettes fades away to reveal Doctor Stephen Strange, hurriedly scrolling through something on his smartphone. The doctor vanishes in a flash of green light, leaving the one hovering in the air to slowly descend. "Right," he says, waving away the mirror dimension. Everything--the snow, the Fibonacci spiral manholes, the negative-color black snow, white asphalt and bright neon blue cement, vanishes, placing everyone squarely back in the New York they left. His wounds flare up--the burns on his hands, and the stab wound from Jeanne's spear attack. He stops the bleeding, for now. This is the kind of thing that can't just be handwaved away. Besides, he's got a museum to repair. Reversing the time flow for that is quite a sight for others to behold. Burning banners leap back into place, flames vomit up intact fabric. Scorch marks retreat into flames which wink out into nothing. Strange stands before the building, steadily moving his hand back as if he were sloooowly rewinding the world's biggest internet video. Glass shattered from backdrafts neatly snaps and seams itself back together, both outdoors and indoors. Many a priceless cultural artifact is saved. But not all of them. Anything to do with Joan of Arc, decorative or artifact, simply won't be fixed, even when the last of the flames lick out.
Cu Chulainn	Cu Chulainn came so close. So close to ending her life. But Jeanne d'Arc is a fearsome foe. She deflects the tip of Gae Bolg to just rip through her armor, pushing him back for distance. As the others launch their own attacks and she survives them all, even the strange and powerful tear of sorcery from Doctor Strange. Cu Chulainn spits a mouthful of blood to the ground as she escapes. As much as he wants to pursue, he's already injured, and it'd only cost more damage, especially with the Mirror World being taken down. The Lancer leans against his spear, and then, starts to heal himself, painting runes on his flesh with his own blood to repair it. Once he's recovered, Cu Chulainn will pitch in with relief where needed, if anyone else is still trapped or needing to be rescued. If not, he heads home. Either way, he's done fighting tonight. But next time, he tells himself, he's gonna try and rip her heart out. Because for some reason, he's not too fond of her.
Tony Stark	Tony Stark has used a lot of weapons technology in his time. He understands that what Strange does is, in fact, science of a sort. A 'mystic art', certainly, and producing of amazing things. But when Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorceror Supreme, uses his Sorcerer Supreme Voice (TM) and invokes his Sorcerer Supreme Power, Tony Stark finally understands, for a moment - it's a short moment, as his ego begins rationalizing and self-correcting - the feeling of actual envy. Captain America, he could build a better suit of armor, design a better set of fists, a better combat assistance algorithm. Thor, he flew better than, lightning was passe, and had already thrown hands with. Barton was just lamer Iron Man. Banner... Well, ok, after the crater Loki left in Stark Tower, Tony was A-OK letting Hulk have 'smash'. They weren't competing. Each of them, Stark could go 'yeah, I could think up something to take that'. And then Doctor Stephen Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts rolled up. And he rolled up in a fresh new way, and Tony Stark was getting out...wizarded. As Jeanne leaves, through portal or just on her own, Stark's internal monologue and montageing is snapped back into reality by Spider-Man's plight. "Hey! Ki-... Hey, Spider-Man. Are you going to be okay? Maybe the wizard has a magic spell for you." Doctor Strange begins the timey-windey steps to dial back the burned-out homes of people around, there are still bodies there. The Met's gigantic cashe of priceless artifacts and ancient paintings and records of Joan of Arc are irrevocably burned and slagged and scorched to useless ash and rubble. But the building is still there. It's... It's not as bad as it could be. Leaning to sit down near a car, Tony pops open his faceplate, multiple parts of his armor struggling with opening as a light smoke issuing from a number of ports. "Everyone's on the scene. Threat's over. Dumb... edgy... history ghost is gone. And..." Tony looks up at the red and steel flying mace-head platform studded with equipment packs that hovered in the sky just a ways off. "Friday... Send back the platform? We're done here. I don't need that. Why did you send that to me, it's the middle of the city?"
Spider-Man	Spider-Man remains in a sort of boxer's stance, less out of practicality and more out of the fact that his brain just fundamentally isn't functioning about this. "Uhhh... I dunno Mister Stark. I think she's not gonna keep fighting, though? Maybe if there's a jail she can go to then IiiiIIIIIIIT HURTS WHEN I MOVE THOSE FINGERS!" He tries to fwip a web over at the retreating Jeanne, only to discover the state of his body. "I think this isn't an arrest situation for me, ghhhhhh..." Yeah, gonna go ahead and let that go the way it seems to be going. When things disperse and repairs start to get underway, he stays in that stance, seeming dazed, before sort of jostling out of it by more direct involvement of Tony. "Oh! Mister Stark. I don't... feel so bad!" His tone is a forced kind of upbeat, where it's forced through the pain that's growing through the fading adrenaline, and he sort of clutches at the hand he wounded while trying to press his elbow to his burned side, but nothing seems /too/ wounded. "I mean-- I mean, I'm not gonna turn down magic to, uh, fix that. But see! See, I can deal with these kinds of things!" The shutters of his goggles shift to a beaming expression. "I can deal with this kind of stuff, yeah! There's, uh, there's no fatalities, right? Are there any corpses in there?" He looks to Doctor Strange, with a sudden very authentic worry visible on the goggles. "Or did you time-rewind anyone dying, or-- Did we get everyone we could? Are there still hurt people in there if it's fixed?" He's practically already on the way back inside, stumbling, though he won't exactly persist if someone tells him to stop. Very focused, albeit clumsily.
Tony Stark	Stark finishes his moment sitting, the suit closing up jerkily back up around his chest. His faceplate stays open, a sharp intake of breath as he stands. Bruises and pinches remain where nerve-numbing blows and searing heat had happened before. Ice, and maybe a little scotch, would fix this. He rests a metal hand on Spider-Man's shoulder. "First responders got everyone out of the building, and NYPD made sure everyone was OK. Take it easy, ok? Let the pros handle it." Closing his faceplate, he slowly rises into the air unsteadily on his various jets. "Doctor, if you could help out Spider-Man." Stark suggests, this time there being no hesitation in the teen's Title. "I've got to make sure that platform gets back into orbit before I get an ice pack. Thanks..." "Thanks for showing up. Without you... Third time tonight: It would have been a lot worse." Stark flies off, to make sure the large flying thing at least made it back to a Stark facility.
Doctor Strange	"Can do," says Strange to Stark. "...buuuut it might be a wasted effort when his parents see it and kill him," says the doctor under his breath. Another Stephen Strange appears beside Spider-Man. Immediately, this Strange begins examining injuries with the eye of a surgeon. He most definitely does not do it with the /hands/ of a surgeon, what with the extreme injury on top of the nerve damage. It's a lot of 'does this hurt? does that? do this. show me this. put your hand there and press.' It's at least enough to confirm (besides his ridiculous Twitter handle) to Spidey that Strange is, in fact, a real doctor. "Alright, Spider-Man," says Strange in that reassuring I'm-a-doctor voice. "No family history of osteoporosis? Good, good. You have a number of flexor digitorum profundus avulsion fractures--breaks that caused little bony spurs in your hands, that are making it difficult or painful for you to flex your fingers. Now, normally, I'd need a radiograph to be sure, but yours are very pronounced, probably because of some interaction between your enhanced strength and Joan's armor. What we're gonna do is channel dimensional energy from Spring into your fingers, in three, two..." A ray of unseasonable but not unpleasant warmth emanates from Strange's outstretched hands. The pain in his hands simply disappears under the spell, and bones begin to knit back together. It should allow Spider-Man to get around by slinging webs--or at least, to sling webs without crippling hand pain. "To be honest, I have no idea what other parts of your body your little... web... thing puts stress on, so I'm going to suggest you go straight to wherever you can get plenty of uninterrupted rest."
Spider-Man	"Oh! Oh. Oh, good! I mean, I knew they would, because of all the training and stuff. And the profession for it. Pros." Spider-Man kind of rambles and mutters vaguely as he's jostled out of his strides towards the exhibits. He kind of stays there, standing and wobbling in a way that suggests unsteadiness less in balance and more in emotional energy, before the young hero practically lights up at Stark /thanking/ them. "Wha... What? Oh! I mean-- Yeah! Yeah, you're welcome, Mister Stark! Just doing my job! Just, uh, call me! Call me if you need any more of all, you know, this." As if this even remotely qualifies for "job" for him. He sort of continues the rambling right up until Stark gets out of here to deal with more pressing matters than a fanboy. He's practically still beaming right through his mask when Doctor Strange gets involved. "Oh! Oh, yeah, you're a /doctor/ kind of Doctor. "Um, well, not osteoporosis specifically, though some of them got too porous just in general." Ha haaaaa, pain humor. "Oh! I... don't know what that is, but it sounds like magic, so, sure!" He lets the beam wash over his hand, and then explores its effects, opening and closing his hand. "Wow. That is /cool/. Okay! I'll just, uh, swing carefully! Thanks a bunch Doc, you're great." He checks that his fingers can get the grip on his web-shooters, and then eagerly set out leaving, presumably heading back to his home... And stopping only briefly to blog a lot about it. Hey, the fire lady said she didn't want to be forgotten or something like that. Now she's immortalized in /heroism liveblogging/.