Scene #7395: The SOL Bank Job

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Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Welcome to Gateway Station. Owned by the SOL Banking Corporation, this ovoid station, surrounded by a slowly rotating ring, comfortably houses some hundred and fifty thousand permanent residents. It is a decently important trade stop in this part of the Multiverse, its artificial warpgate providing transit to a number of planets on the frontier. Notable among the destinations is Rubi-ka, "Where Death isn't Fatal,' as Omni-Tek Corporation's slogan goes. SOL's enmity with Omni-Tek means that SOL goods are illegal on Rubi-ka, and its employees are barred from citizenship, requiring ICC escorts for any business on the planet. Your business today is not on Rubi-ka, however. Your business here is with the regional branch, taking up an entire floor at the center of the ovoid structure, in a typical display of opulence from a bank wealthy enough to own worlds of its own. The level is neatly divided in half by a smooth wall of black stone, polished so much as to be slightly reflective up close. Behind it, in a room of unadorned yet spotless steel, in booths separated by sleek wooden dividers, sit the tellers, and behind them, the offices, and surely, the vault. The floor is apparently unpainted wood which matches that of the tellers' booths, but must clearly have been treated for how well it resists scuffing from the many patrons here today. Forcefields serve as windows into the vacuum of space, allowing a view of billions of stars, the constant motion of the outer ring, and even the occasional, faintly visible sun.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Four elevators on the public side of the bank are seemingly the only way in, but the subtle lines of hatches on the ceiling at a few key points hint that may not be the case for the corporation's security teams. Speaking of security, there is plenty here, and the size of the station means there are surely more elsewhere than the sixteen (!) you see on this large floor. Dressed in black, segmented powered armor with dull grey visors, they carry heavy-looking battle rifles with two barrels. The lower barrels connect to tanks at the butt of the rifles, which so happen to form sturdy-looking stocks. All of the guards appear to be standard, plain-jane human, though sprinkled in among the patrons there appear to be two 'varieties' of humans which Samhain will recognize as being from Rubi-ka--the towering, bulky, ungendered homo sapiens Atrox, and the grey-skinned, golden-eyed homo sapiens Opifex. For some reason, there don't appear to be any of the pale, often disfigured homo sapiens Nanomage present. The lobby is set up with cordoned ropes for those who prefer to speak with tellers, but there are a number of ATMs line up around the walls, which can wirelessly transfer funds as well as, apparently, materialize personal items from deposit boxes. This service appears to be underused, perhaps because of privacy concerns. Spaced out at regular intervals along the half-circle walls, there are waiting areas, with two leather loveseats, a matching armchair and a rug, arrayed in an open diamond which faces the tellers' wall. These furnishings follow the modern decor style, favoring earthy tones, unadorned materials and form-follows-function philosophy. Bercilak is at one of these seating areas. He made the plan fairly simple: get set up however you please, and when you're ready, give the signal--he'll distract the guards, someone should secure a few hostages, someone else, seal the exit, and, of course, the vault, and its thousands of hard drives totalling a few million credits.
Samhain	Samhain isn't actually here, yet. He has asked Bercilak to carry a small camera and get him some pictures of the bank's interior...and then, once it's time to signal, he radios over. "Let's go. I've got the hostages." As soon as Bercilak moves to distract the guards, suddenly, Samhain is in the middle of the bank, dropped out of a giant photo frame, in front of a group of patrons. The massive welding mask slasher is suddenly holding a sledgehammer, wreathed in dark energy, and his voice is booming. There's an idea that running won't get you far away enough, even if he's in melee. "On the ground. This is a robbery. On the ground. Fight and you die. Stay and you live." There's absolutely also the idea he will kill you if you refuse.
Robin Sundance	Robin Sundance does not like this amateur-hour hostage-taking bullcrap. Sure, he gets the idea behind it. He understands the point. Bercilak wants to show that there are heroes left in man. He wants to show that there are people who do care, who will care, who will come to protect people and not corporate interests. He wants to show Samhain that it's not just misery out in the world but hope and smiles and joy, things Samhain cannot be allowed to steal. Fine. But this sits ill with him. He's already got his own plan, after all, and it's a pretty solid one, but first things come first. Robin replaced one of the guards last night. He established himself as a new guard really quickly, had all the right credentials, knew all the right corporate names, and had all the right corporate protocols. He made friends quickly as the nervous guy who brought the doughnuts, and quickly became a cool late-night guard. He left in the morning, went straight to work at the school, did his usual routine of flirting with Amanita and keeping his eyes on the students, and then, as soon as he got off work at the school, went right back to the bank. He is, needless to say, very tired. But he is also terribly alert. He's standing back at the vault, carefully out of sight of the cameras. He's chatting with the other guard when the robbery comes up. "O-oh no," he manages, "Second day on the job...!" "J-just my luck, huh?" He laughs awkwardly and draws his pistol. Then he clubs the other guard over the head. Still carefully out of sight of the cameras, he pulls the other man into the closet. He does not lock it or bind the man in any way. Instead, he slips back through the camera gaps, pulls out one of the Breaking Keys, and clicks it into the vault door. He's still muttering to himself about 'unbelievably amateur' as he gathers up the hard drives. Unbelievably amateur. Carefully, he slips the sack of hard drives up into the vents. Then he goes running towards the main room. He is still dressed as a guard. He slides in and discards his disguise dramatically. With a single side-flip, Robin bounds over one of the cashiers. He winks at her on his way over. There's a flower in her hair. He lands and takes a bow. Robin's eyes look up to meet Samhain's and Bercilak's. "Ah, mes amis, curse your luck, mmm?" He straightens, raises his right foot slightly like a ballerina, and runs his fingers through his hair. "You chose a truly awful day for your little game." He flicks his fingers in front of his bangs. "I am Robin Sundance. I have twenty-four years of age. I love flowers. And I am..." The Vaulder snaps into his hand. "Masked Ranger Thief, the thief who steals back the smiles of the downtrodden." "I cannot allow your sort to do as you please, you understand. These hostages...are under my protection." "I'll steal back their hopes and banish your fear!" "Transform!" B-B-B-BURGLAR!
Tohru Adachi	Adachi was expecting Berc's place to be some weird backwater medieval place with lightsabers, not some big corporate dystopia where organ markets are probably legal. Then again, he has a feeling the green guy talked about this at some point, and he probably just forgot about it. Whoops. Since the job of distracting the guards has sadly been taken away from him, Adachi decides to opt for sealing the exit. Getting to the exit is probably easy enough. Given that he's wearing a suit and tie, he probably(?) blends in pretty well as a corporate shill of some kind. Unless all the corporate shills in the future where suits and ties with Tron-lines. Then he's truly screwed. Thoughts about future fashion aside, once he's in position, he summons his persona. A large, red warrior appearing behind him. Its movement is bestial, but its actions are deliberate, reaching a clawed hand up to grab the exit's shutter door as it forces it down with overwhelming strength, enough to completely destroy whatever mechanism allows it to move up or down. It's a pretty loud action, but they're robbing a bank. That generally is never something you do quietly.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Bercilak rises from his seat. He was in disguise, after a fashion--namely, his skin and hair were more human tones than green, his eyes a more normal brown. But he was still dressed as he always is, in that heavy metal biker kind of way, still seven and a half feet of muscle all the way down. When the signal is given, his bellowing voice overpowers the din of commerce. "EVERI-BODI ON THE GRUNDE, NAU!" One of those loveseats is hurled with one arm towards the nearest approaching group of four armored guards, splintering and sending shards of wood and metal in all directions as it bowls them over. Their shots go wide, plastering parts the ceiling and floor with some manner of thick grey foam that hardens in seconds. Others rush to assist, but the Green Knight is already armored and axed up. Even when their foam hardens on him, it erodes as if eaten away by termites, and he breaks through it after only a moment's inconvenience. They switch to live ammunition after that, but don't worry--Bercilak is in his element. Were there not one man holding off the fourteen armed guards who weren't infiltrators, or clubbed in the head by one, some might be inclined to run from Samhain. Some, perhaps hailing from the frontier worlds this station sits between, might be inclined to fight. But not now--not when it's clear the Watch has the place taken completely by surprise. Out here, there is no Reclaim. Those few who hail from Rubi-ka might live, but those who do not, and who resist, will be slain for good, if they are slain. Samhain has a sizeable crowd of hostages, who are, as he and Bercilak asked, on the ground. Robin's expertise is well put to use here. It is evil, isn't it? The distance between what people have, and what they need. The lengths that people like this will go to, to continue to benefit from that disparity. The vault is jealously guarded; laser tripwires, eye pattern scanners, a two-person hand imprint reader. None of it is a match for the man who would steal hope back. The vault itself is a server room, with racks of servers humming quietly in cold air, multitudes of slim, futuristic hard-drive looking devices stuck into them. These servers, performing billions of esoteric calculations per minute, assess and reassess the total sum of this branch's wealth, calculate interest in real time for accounts across the galaxy, and store millions of credits' worth of metadata on those very hard drives. He's looking at this galaxy's gold standard--and he's just stolen it, secured it for a far better use than it would ever see in the hands of SOL. Just as Bercilak's axe fells the last standing guard, foam crumbling off of his armor, Adachi's Persona pulls, with the sound of groaning metal, the enormous, shuttered door. The hostages are trapped, now, and reinforcements will have to cut through either the shutter, its motors blown out, through the thick and gnarled masses of wood which Bercilak calls up to force the ceiling tiles from opening, or through the bulkhead of the station itself. The one thing they have now is time. "God iwork," says Bercilak, shouldering his axe. "Nau, let us gate to the deming. Samhain, thou'rt not mannish, and ne, wholli, am I. But Robin is." The fear is plentiful here--these people have no idea what's going to happen, looking frightfully from side to side, heads bowed. There is an Opifex who is looking Samhain dead on--and there is no fear there. What could that be about? "Adachi is, als--al be that his awening of iman-kinne be muchly alik to thine own. Stil... thou saith that iman-kinne might onli yeve despeir to one an other. Hau dost thou explein Robin, thanne?" He is in no hurry. Reading the Opifex's mind shows that she is not afraid, he is not hateful. Her name is Song Ai.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	But there is another here who is hateful, Abe Akihito, a homo sapiens Solitus man--closest of the extant humans in this world to Robin or Adachi. A would-be notum magnate, he took out a loan from SOL to make his fortune on Rubi-ka mining the precious mineral. When the Omni-Tek corporation traced his funds and found out where they came from, he and his men were forcibly pushed off of their claim. The ICC stonewalled him, he wasn't a Clanner, and SOL was not sympathetic at all--so he'd come here, hoping to make his case in person. He is desperate, and angry.
Samhain	As Robin shows up, interrupting Samhain's hostage-taking, the slasher is livid. He immediately starts sifting through minds, looking for the right person, and then finally, with as much calm as he can muster, he speaks. "I'm not going to fight you." Instead, Samhain turns over towards Abe Akihito. "Abe Akihito. You have been screwed over by the stars. Omni-Tek has taken your livelihood. The ICC has not given you any respect. The SOL has no love for you. But I see differently. You will serve well in showing your own power, through mine." A pitch-black photoframe appears in his hand. It's cupped and gestured so that Robin can't easily hit it or shoot it. "I will make a contract with you. You have one hour, or until I leave this area, whichever comes later, to grievously injure and defeat Masked Ranger Thief. I will grant you the power to do so. If you succeed, I will give you money from this bank, shelter, and an escape off-world. You will no longer be harassed." Akihito will realize he only has a few moments to decide. The power is real. And should he accept...well, his appearance might just change in the process.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Akihito casts a resentful glower towards the tellers' booths, the silent alarm having already shuttered them off. He isn't even thinking about the safety of the other hostages--just at a way to get back at SOL, by making off with their money. Bercilak is silent as Akihito takes the photo frame. The moment he does, the average-built, not particularly athletic man is enveloped in a cloud of blue mist. Standing in his place, is NOTUMAX, a tall, bulky figure of stone interlaced with shimmering blue, razor sharp crystals. His hands end in protrusions of notum, the mineral which led him to this part of the galaxy as many others, strong concentrations of it rapidly forming into a pair of spiked bludgeons. His head, rather than between his shoulders, is in his abdomen, guarded by 'teeth' formed of that same mineral, with baleful blue eyes peeking out from the darkness. "HAHAHAH!" He throws his arms wide. "I HAVE ALL I COULD EVER WANT, AND NO ONE WILL EVER TAKE FROM ME AGAIN! All I have to do... is pummel Thief into submission!" He swings his arm, the bludgeon forming into a blade that extends to try and Skewer Robin--but it doesn't reach him. There is a leg blocking it. Song Ai stands between them, her leg held high to parry the attack, her grey features perfectly calm. "You will not fight him alone."
Robin Sundance	Thief is an expert at this. When Notumax moves blade into Thief, Thief is already moving. Song Ai brings up her arm to block; Thief is already going sideways. He shouts at her, "Deal with the hostages, madamoiselle! This..." He unhooks the Rifler, "Is my, comment dites-vous, wheelhouse!" The grappling gun comes snapping into his hand. Burglar form is fast, and Thief is nimble. He flips sideways, spinning a corkscrew in the air and landing on an unmanned counter. There's a flicking motion, a universal 'come at me', in Notumax's direction. "Monsieur," he says politely, taking a sweeping bow, "You are welcome to come and learn what it means to have the smile of an oppressor stolen for the downtrodden." One of the Breaking Keys snaps into his hand. It has a black hat on it. Thief twirls it in his finger like a pistol. "Mais, I do not think you will enjoy l'experience." Thief jams the key into the side of the Vaulder, gives it a twist, and spins the wheel. M-M-M-MOBSTER! The armor on Burglar Form's hands turns black, with white hands. The coat turns black. The key antennae flatten out like a hat brim. Gold and silver stripes run all down the body like a pinstripe suit. A key-shaped symbol appears right under the neck, like a tie. Thief snaps up the Rifler and taps it against the side of his head. The hook turns into a handle up front. It is an old-school tommygun. Except it shoots lasers. "As the man said, monsieur..." Thief snaps the tommygun up. "I'm a kind person. I'm kind to everyone. But if you are unkind, then kindness is not what you'll remember me for." The tommygun starts shooting. Thief is extremely precise - there's absolutely no spillover on hostages, and he moves around, jumping and sidewheeling off counters to ensure that Notumax doesn't know where exactly he's going to fire - and thus can't just move out of the way to get him to shoot a hostage. Nevermind that the spray of laser hooks curves into him. That's kind of important too.
Tohru Adachi	Things go south pretty fast in terms of plans. Go figures, you can never trust the French, after all. It's a real drag. With the exit secured, Adachi walks away towards the commotion, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. His persona follows behind him, looming ominously. "Awww man. Looks like the plan's been thrown out the window." The detective lazily throws his head back, before completely straightening up as he pulls out a model pistol. The ominous figure behind him, acts more aggressively, planting the massive spear in its hand into the ground with enough force to shake the surrounding area. "That's fine though! Improvising during a heist is a skill! So let's go with Plan B now, shall we?" Magatsu Izanagi has no mouth, but it screams all the same regardless. A massive roar that echoes throughout the area. A strong supernatural fear pierces in the back of the mind of anyone the hears it. It's more unsettling for the likes of Elites, but for the hostages, it probably drives them completely mad in some regard. In the resulting chaos, he takes the time to fire his model gun. It fires real bullets, apparently, one directly aimed at NOTUMAX's backside.
Samhain	As Notumax is formed, Samhain smiles. As Magatsu-Izanagi screeches, he tilts his head. It's certainly terrifying, but... There is clearly little or no effect on Samhain nearby. He tilts his head, and nods. "I see." He's being Chase today. And then, Shaw goes to start walking through the bank to find Bercilak. Notumax can handle himself. Shaw wants Bercilak's opinion on everything Robin just did. And also, to see if any guards are incoming.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	"I am dealing with them," says Song Ai, "I'm a Martial Artist. This is my wheelhouse, too." She gracefully dips under a swing from Notumax's blade-arm, coming back up in time to make a backwards flip over Robin as he challenges the Fearsframe. "Besides," she says, reading some sort of technique. Robin is chased around the bank by Notumax, who isn't nearly so careful, precise, or graceful. As his clumsy, powerful swings go wide, Adachi's terrifying Persona frightens the hostages into fleeing broadly 'away' from the fight--and Bercilak is quick to corral them in with thickly grown interlocking trees. There is a thumping from above--must be the reinforcements trying to get in, but the Green Knight's precautions keep them out. Still... they're nearby. Sparks fly from Notumax, as Adachi's bullets strike his back, and Robin's lasers knock him off balance. "ALWAYS PUSHING ME AROUND! Well, now, I can fight back!!" Notumax's sword-arm changes again, this time into a massive and unwieldy scythe that cuts broad swaths across the bank, even striking Bercilak and knocking him over in a shower of sparks. The spot where that immense sickle-arm struck burns and crackles with blue energy. Fists of the Sorrowful Toad After the third or fourth such swipe, Song Ai darts and weaves around Robin's lasers, performing a perfect split to duck under Notumax's swing. His mace-fist comes down to try and crush her--but the palm-strike she uses to deflect it coats the notum in corrosive acid, driving the Fearsframe back. "Once in a while," she says, finishing her earlier thought, "Let people help you." Notumax attempts a kick, but she nimbly slides beneath and behind him, kicking him off-balance towards Robin.
Robin Sundance	The roar of Magatsu-Izanagi pierces right to the bone. It's only the backdraft, but it conjures memories - bad memories, angry memories, memories of pain and frustration. It conjures memories of running down the street as a child, hand clutched tight in his mother's, as monsters rampaged through the streets to make a point. He misses a jump. Thief falls sideways, landing on the ground when he should be flipping. It's enough for Notumax's blast to hit him square in the chest. There's another shower of sparks as he's sent flying over the counter. The girl he gave a flower to earlier helps him up, her head still down. Thief nods. "Merci beaucyou~, madamoiselle." His head's spinning, but he doesn't exactly have a choice, does he? He bounds back up onto the counter, then rolls forward, behind one of the unmanned ones. "Madamoiselle," he says to Song Ai, "I do not mind l'assistance, mais I was more concerned about the hostages than myself. If they are taken care of, then please! Feel free!" The Rifler Tommy comes up again. He spins the 'wheel' underneath it - what would be the clip on a real tommygun - and starts firing again. Instead of lasers, it's firing grappling hooks - rapidly. They go to hook around Notumax and squeeze. And then explode. They aren't bindings! They just hurt, and might throw off Notumax's attacks.
Tohru Adachi	Oh no. Adachi messed up Robin's concentration. Anyway. NUTMAX (Notumax) throws a massive shockwave slash across the room, prompting Adachi to not so gracefully drop to the floor to avoid it. His Persona on the other hand, takes the hit, raising its naginata to defend against the blow as its sent flying into a wall. It fizzles out a bit from the impact, like static on a television, before it peels itself off. Adachi picks himself up at this point, dusting himself off with one hand as he cups his head in minor pain in the other. "Yeesh. What a headache. Do me a favor and just disappear now." A red magic circle appears in front of Magatsu Izanagi as there's a slight drop in atmospheric pressure around. It bends back and roars, as the circle in front of it fires off a large bolt of red colored electricity at the hulked out enemy.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Song Ai's expression is cool and collected, a single nod thrown Robin's way, plus the expected "Hmph." Okay, so the Martial Artist is definitely the Blue to his Silver. The Rifler Tommy's grapples are the perfect choice for a wild, strong opponent like Notumax, who doesn't care the damage his attacks do. He attempts to make use of his strength, and perhaps, if grapples were all they were, he could break free quickly. But before he's snapped the fibers even halfway, they explode, knocking him off his feet! He hits the ground and rolls, crying out in pain and shock. He scrambles to get to his feet, turning to face, of all people, Adachi, whose remark appears to have incensed him. "You... all I wanted was to make something of myself! If there's no room for that in this world... I'll make THEM disappear!" Notumax charges, his melted mace-hand transforming into a heavy hammer, raised high. He swings it downwards, attempting to crush the Persona, but is struck by that red lightning mid-swing. His body convulses as dramatic white-hot sparks stop him in his tracks. Robin, whose Wheelhouse This Is, knows istinctively this is the time for a Finisher--and as there's now pounding on the other side of the shutter Adachi closed, it's just as well. It'll take some time to get through that thing, by design. But the reinforcements are Here.
Robin Sundance	Adachi's in danger. Thief does not know Adachi. He has had maybe two conversations with the man. Adachi's power is an unsettling, evil-feeling thing that radiates outwards and stirs to mind a dark and unpleasant history. The man seems callous, casually disinterested in the world, and willing to do whatever he feels like whenever he feels like, and that's only from those two conversations. But he's here. And he's helping. And that counts for a lot. The Breaking Key snaps into his hand. "Distract him," he tells Song Ai as he jams the key into the Vaulder and turns it. The Vaulder's alarms start going off. Lights flash. The wheel starts to turn. The key comes out, its symbol glowing, and Thief slams it into the 'clip' of the Rifler Tommy. SH-SH-SH-SHAKEDOWN! Thief levels the Rifler Tommy at Notumax. It trembles in his hands, the clip spinning up furiously. In front of it is the same hat symbol on the Breaking Key. The Rifler Tommy builds in power until it can no longer sustain it. Thief pulls the trigger. The shots that pour out pour out straight through the symbol. Each shot hits the symbol and accelerates, going from 'just a laser shot' to 'a high-speed railgun laser shot'. Each time, the symbol spins, faster and faster, pushing more and more shots into Notumax at higher and higher speed. There's a last click of the trigger. The clip abruptly stops. The hat goes shooting forward, passes through Notumax's body, and appears on the other side. And then it explodes. Thief turns around, hand on the brim of the 'hat' part of his helmet. MASQUERAID!
Samhain	While everyone else has their epic Toku fight and the security are about to swarm in, Samhain is standing near the hostages. His presence probably scares them more. White wisps float out of them, straight into his mask. Their fear. It does nothing to them except probably look even more unsettling, as Samhain sates himself, and then takes a seat in the nearest chair. "Notumax. You'll lose already? What about that power I gave you? Show him better." And then the Masqueraid comes in. Samhain just sits there, watching. Is Robin really going to kill him over this?
Tohru Adachi	Notumax aims to smash Magatsu Izanagi, the persona raising its weapon to help soften the blow. Except the blow never comes, or at the very least is slowed down thanks to the intervention of Robin's SHAKEDOWN. This is as good a chance as any. The Persona tightens its grip on its weapon, swinging the massive polearm with one arm with enough force to create a powerful gust in front of it. One slash. Two slash. Three slash. At least two dozen slashes, all digging into the massive monster's body at once. After the slashes connect, slowly turns around, throwing the naginata into the ground. It lets out yet another loud bellow, though this time it's drowned out by the explosion as its long coat blows dramatically. Once the fireworks are over, Adachi takes his time to walk over to the remains, squatting over as he uses his model gun to poke at whatever remains.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Song Ai nods. That--distract him--she can do just fine. The marial artist leaps clear over Notumax's head, the Fearsframe flinching in preparation to swat her away. His sickle-arm shortens and straightens into a punch dagger, crystals chiming as the rapid change happens. He thrusts--but she is far more comfortable at this range. Turning his blow aside, she tucks and traps his arm under his, studying coolly his altered physique. Her brow twitches, and five gentle finger-presses are made in rapid succession. Releasing his arm and backing away, there is a moment of confusion. "What?" Bird of Prey Flight of Fancy meets Flight of Passion in the Death through Dreams - as Swift as the Bird of Prey. Song Ai leaps into the air, her body bathed in shimmering white light, crashing down towards Notumax as her foot is extended in a kick aimed for the center of those five points. Heat ripples off of her foot as she descends, until it is completely obscured by a brilliant corona of force... Which crashes into the back of Bercilak's breastplate, the Green Knight having rushed in to interfere. The heavy thing explodes off of him, the plates beneath it charred to the point of blackness as white lightning crackles and surges around his body, unable to move for a solid few seconds. It is, however, still a distraction. Notumax is baffled, turning around too late to avoid being struck by the hat, which passes straight through him--"UWAH!!"--exploding at his back and throwing him forward, limbs wildly scrambling for purchase and finding none. He hits the ground in a belly flop, unable to defend himself from the flurry of slashes Izanagi beats down upon him. Time and again, his notum hands are brought up, the tough crystals slashed and sparked away, until that final howl terrifies him... Enough so that he drops his transformation, and is, again, Akihito. "Please," says the man, crawling away from Adachi's gun. "I don't want to die." "Very well," says Song Ai. It seems to be enough for her, and Bercilak hasn't moved since that lightning from the martial artist subsided a few moments ago. Is it enough for Robin, Adachi, and... "Samhain, if thou wouldst stai thy hand... I bileve thou may ilern som-thing shortli." What could that mean?
Robin Sundance	Thief just spins his finger around the 'hat brim' as he turns back to the man. He walks over to the man and grabs Adachi's wrist. "Pas necessaire," he says, "To execute a man for being desperate." Thief's gaze tilts onto the man. "Mais....you are lucky. If you had truly become a monster, you would have died." There's another flick of his finger around the brim. "A desire for a better world for yourself does not give you a pass to harm others." Wonder who that's targetted at.
Samhain	Samhain hmphs as Notumax gives up the fight. He drops his performance. He crawls away from a gun. The black photo is lifted up. Samhain crushes it in his hand. Akihiko loses all his power, as Samhain turns towards Robin. "You would have killed him. And you sought to teach me hope? Disgusting. I have learned more than enough tonight, Bercilak." "Humans are cowards."
Tohru Adachi	Adachi doesn't even put a token resistance up when Robin puts a hand on his, just standing back up to full height and sighing. "Relax. Was just checking if they were alive is all. And I mean, it's no fun when they beg." At that point, Adachi rips his arm away, shoving the replica pistol back into his jacket.
Robin Sundance	Thief laughs. "Oui, monsieur, I do not think you would've shot him. I am simply tense. Desolee." He straightens and snaps his hands across the Vaulder. CRIME OUT! The armor disappears. Robin stretches and helps the man up. "Monsieur, do you want to leave?" "Do you all wish to leave?" Robin tilts his head at the people in the bank. "Because I can indeed provide money, shelter, and passage, for those who have had their backs broken by this world." Oh yeah he's 100 willing to just give the entire bank's worth of money over to people to help them out. What, you thought 'Robin' wasn't a prescient name from his folks?
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Bercilak sighs. Well, you can't always fix everything in a neat little bow. "You people are strange," says Song Ai. "I don't understand robbing a bank just to fight each other and give away the money." The Green Knight marches slowly past her, moving to offer Akihito a hand. "'Twas not part of the projecte, but awene I hit served the ilksame purpose," he says, looking over his shoulder. "Ani-wis... yea, Robin. That heme wel--misboden was this man, and ilern shouldst som-bodi todai that thire art stil god ifolke presencial." He doesn't seem concerned about getting back to the Warpgate. Why? He slams his axe into the wooden floor of the bank, and distantly, one may hear startled cries of surprise as thick vines swat security personnel aside and brute-force a gnarled tunnel all the way there. If Samhain peaces out before anyone else can hitch a ride, there's always that--looks like they're using all the fusion cutters on the shutters at the entrance, anyway. "Fare thee wel, Robin, Adachi, Samhain."