A Daylight Robbery? That's funny... [Vigilante, or Invite][NR]

.oO(Job being done: https://heavenisfalling.rpg-board.net/t36-banking-medium-rank )

Cala went back to her suite she shared with her sister: which happened to be just down the hall from Matt's new suite. After checking on her, and informing her of two might-be friends down in Demitria's room with her, she jumped into the shower. After a quick shower she jumped out and got herself dressed: picking slightly different clothing then she had been wearing when she first met Matt, more towards her norm. A gray long sleeved shirt with a black hooded short sleeved shirt over top that zippered in the front and faded to green towards the bottom, black baggy cotton pants, and black sneakers. Her purple and black hair was down, hanging around her shoulders. Her pendant hung around her neck, resting in the V shape of her grey t-shirt.

When finished dressing she shoved her suite key into the left side pocket of her pants and then walked out, shutting the door behind herself. She began to whistle as she walked the short distance down the hall, figuring that perhaps her and Matt could go do something, or just hang out. She leaned on the door frame outside of his suite and lifted her black fingerless glove covered hand, rapping lightly on the door. She then folded her arms across her chest and crossed one leg in front of the other as she waited for a response.


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He stepped out of the room after freshening himself up, changing his clothes, and setting up in his new place. His Vigilante armor was on all except for his helmet. Moving the mess of hair out of his face he closed and locked the door to his suite, then turned to take in Cala's new appearance.

Matt nodded his head with a grin. "You look nice," he said, pulling the gloves back farther so that the knuckles of the gloves were tight against his hands. He was feeling energetic, and thought of going back to Old Edge and getting to the bottom of it's gangster problem.

"What are you doing?" He stared long at the crazy girl. "You wanna...go out somewhere? Do something? Find something to get into?" He'd never asked a girl out before, but it wasn't like she was gonna say no, right?

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Cheeks reddened very slightly as she blushed, having not expected the compliment. She gave him a once over, enjoying the look of him in the suit the same as she did his normal outfit. "Thanks, so do you, handsome." She lightly pushed off of the door frame and started walking down the hallway to the elevator, figuring he'd follow her. "Aye, I figured we could go do something. I've heard of this bank that's been having some trouble... I figured we could go check it out. I feel like I could do a good deed or something today, keep karma and lady luck on my side and all that good stuff."

She stepped onto the elevator and then turned to face the doors. "Unless you have something else in mind?" An eyebrow rose with her question, and she fell silent as she waited for a response, the elevator heading down so that they could exit the building.


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A bank, huh? He'd heard on the police scanners about a bank that was constantly robbed, or had robbery attempts on it. The last time it was foiled by some little girl, he'd heard. Were these the same gangsters out of Old Edge? Some investigation wouldn't hurt. He pressed several buttons on his wrist computer and a 3d holographic image of the suit appeared above his forearm, noting that all systems were green and 100%.

"I had a mall run in mind, or a movie maybe. You...still eat food, right? Or is it all blood. Maybe we could go out...you know, like on a date. If you're into those things, that is..." She'd been here way longer, what did she like? She was probably way old school. Was she into 'now' customs? "But bank robbers? The ideal of a little exercise isn't a bad one, either. Let's go over there and see what's going on, and...then we can take it from there, heh?"

He was in the elevator with her as it started toward the ground. He wiped smears off of his cape, probably there from running away from Cala the other night, then looked at his boots, seeing the previous damage from tearing up the pavement from running, landing and sliding around had been repaired.

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Her usual unhinged grin spread across her face and she nodded several times. "Oh, sure. I can eat food too - and I more than enjoy movie theater popcorn. In fact, I barely need blood, due to my age and power." She shrugged lightly. "We could always go check out the bank and then go do something afterwards, I wouldn't mind at all. Maybe go see a movie or something if there's anything good playing." The idea of going on a date was definitely an appealing one, more appealing than going and checking out a bank: but she felt the bank needed looked after.

She walked off the elevator as the doors opened, heading towards the doors that would lead to the outside world. She glanced up at the sky after stepping outside and blinked, feeling very glad she didn't have a problem with sunlight, she could only imagine how annoying that would be. "So, what's your favorite food?", she asked curiously, wanting to know more about him, and figuring they could talk on their way over, no matter how they decided to get over to the specific bank.


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He knew where the bank in question was. He couldn't glide all the way there since Cala was along so he'd take the Parkour approach atop the roofs. He jumped straight up, at least 20 stories to land on the nearest building to Darkman Tower in a crouch, then spring fourth to begin traveling toward the bank.

"Chicken," he said, assuming that Cala was right with him like last time, his mask covering his face and hardening into it's featureless helmet stage. The familiar blue glow of his computers coming to life filled his eyes. "Fish comes in at number 2."

He knew where the bank in question was. He couldn't glide all the way there since Cala was along so he'd take the Parkour approach atop the roofs. Hopping like a frog from rooftop to rooftop. When there were gaps too far to jump V took the opportunity to grab Cala by the waist and glide with her to the next rooftop.

"You? What's your favorite dish?"

168 + 369 = 537/750

Cala followed in much the same way, knees bending as tension built before she launched herself skyward and forward, going up about twenty stories. She too landed on the roof, just in time to hear his response to her question as she began to follow close behind him as they headed towards the bank that was constantly being robbed. She smiled as he would glide the pair of them across the gaps too far to jump, and rather enjoying the experience.

"I enjoy a good, overflowing taco, one with all of the fixings. But, I also enjoy chicken, and some fish...", she responded as they got closer to the bank. Her sensitive ears began to pick up the shrill sound of an alarm in the distance, and it sounded to her different than a car alarm sounded; though it could have been a fire alarm going off somewhere, but she doubted it. She didn't mention it yet, though, encase it was just a fire alarm going off.

"What kind of movies do you like to watch?", another basic question, but she figured it was a good one, especially if they ended up going to the movies after they were finished with what might be a robbery. She could begin to see the top of the bank in the distance, growing closer with every leap, glide, and jump across the roof tops that they made.


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An alarm had been tripped. The Bank came into view soon, and using thermal vision he was able to have a look through the wall. There were 5 bad guys, all armed with automatic weapons. Hostages were in there, 10 in number. There were numerous ways to get inside of the building: the vent system, the basement, several windows along the top floors that were left open, or of one were feeling really brave, the front door.

Vigilante had a long glide across a distance that had lots of trees beneath, carrying Cala, having a quick chance to put hands on the curves of her sides again. He landed on the closest building to the Bank and crouched, figuring out which way he wanted to enter. "I like action movies, and mysteries. Those kindsa movies where you have to watch everything or else you'll miss something, and you still have to watch it again," was his answer to her.

"There's 5 guys in there with machine guns, 10 hostages. We can choose from a few different ways to get in there, i'm leaning toward the vents, Mission: Impossible style. Police are on their way from the silent alarm. You want to go in another way?"

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She crouched down as well as he landed them on the roof. So, he liked the same kinds of movies as her; those were always her favorites, because it was a challenge to try to never get distracted and accidentally miss something. Which, was harder with the fact that she was a Malkavian, insane, and far easier to be distracted than other people were.

But, she couldn't focus on that right now, and instead turned her attention to the problem at hand: the bank, and the fact that it was indeed being robbed. She listened to his plan and nodded. "Sneaky, I like it. We'll go with your plan, I like it better than anything my head's coming up with right now. Let's do it." She rather enjoyed surprising people, and if it would keep those hostages from being hurt or killed, then she was all for it - she sure was turning over a new leaf recently.

"Lead the way and I shall follow.", she said, unhinged grin reappearing on her face. She was completely fearless, even knowing what those people inside were armed with. Crazy is as crazy does. She was anticipating getting to see Matt in action up close: because the real thing was always better than video.


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V gave a nod and took a leap over toward the vent system, latching on with the magnets in his boots. He peeled open a vent cover and quickly made his way inside. The vents in this old building were like a maze, and served as a haven for various rodents. Using his scanners to build a map of the vents took only a minute, and he was quickly and quietly navigating the passages over toward the main banking area.

He quietly peeled open the cover to the vent while one of the robbers were telling some of the hostages to shut the fuck up with that crying. Silently he made his way out of the vent to position himself upside down with the use of the adhesive in his gloves and the magnets in his boots. One of the hostages looked up and saw him, causing V to make the motion as if he were putting a finger to his lips; the signal to stay quiet.

3 of the goons were holding down the front room while the other 2 emptied the safe into several dufflebags. V motioned for Cala to handle the 2 goons in the safe while he dealt with the 3 in the main area.

Cala watched as he peeled open the vent and then climbed in, after a moment she jumped over, grabbing hold of the vent silently, and just as quietly entered it. She followed after him, ignoring the rodents, spiders, or whatever else was trying to lurk in the dark coolness that the vent provided. Night vision was a wonderful thing, as it kept her from running into one of the vent walls, or Matt himself.

She watched him exit the vent into the main area of the bank and held back her cackle. She'd exit much the same way, but only due to one of her many vampiric powers: wall crawling. She slipped out of the vent, fingers and shoe covered feet clinging to the surface of the ceiling much like a spider would. She nodded as he motioned her towards the vault, and headed in that direction, silently. Once she was close enough her own plan went into action.

She didn't want shot at, and she knew those two emptying the vault had guns nearby as well. So, she shifted her form, once close enough to the vault, to a mist like substance. She released herself from the ceiling, floating down as she kept mostly her same shape as before, but was otherwise invisible to all but the most trained eye that could spot the small particles of moisture that her form held. Once on the ground, both of the robbers unaware, she allowed herself to reform: standing right behind them.

As her form solidified the man on the left bumped into her and jumped with a yelp, instantly reaching for his gun. A momentarily brief telekinetic swipe of her mind had both of the guns sliding across the floor, and underneath of a desk. "Now that the odds are even..."

She watched the man on the right turn to punch her, but it was all as if it was in slow motion: Auspex in play as her eyes had turned violet the moment she landed behind the men. She ducked down, avoiding the fist that had been aimed for her head. Her hand clenched into her own fist and she shot it upwards fast, slamming it into the underside of the man's jaw with enough force to have him lifting up into the air and flying backwards several feet to land in a heap on the floor: his jaw easily busted.

She figured he wasn't going to be getting up for a few, and therefore turned her violet colored, now matching gaze, to the other of the two, who was scrambling his way across the floor towards the guns she had sent sliding... The unhinged, crazed grin once more upon her face.

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Vampire Physiology:

Auspex:

These goons were confident in the thought that they were about to get away with hundreds of thousands of dollars. Several security guards were dead, others dying. Two hostages had broken noses, another with a broken arm. These guys were ruthless and wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone in here. The scans of the goons let him know that all of them were average humans; no powers, hardly athletic. They were totally dependent on guns. Without them they were no challenge; V estimated average street fighting skills.

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The first thing to do would have to be to rid the world of those weapons. A combination of being faster than all of these chumps in here and his cape would assist in this endeavor. He dropped into the room, each hand holding on to an end of his cape. He was above one of the unaware mask wearing goons, and landed on the floor after making a simple swipe of the cape diagonally at the automatic rifle in his hands. V moved away from that goon across the room to another, making a similar swipe from the floor up. One final movement toward the last thug and a vertical swipe of the cape, and V stood up straight while pushing the cape behind him. This whole series of events took place in an entire second.

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"Who the fuck is that???" asked one of the thugs now that Vigilante was able to be seen.

"Who cares, kill it!" said another, and all 3 of the goons attempted to open fire, just to have their guns fall apart in their hands, all at the same time.

"Shit!!" was what the last goon yelled.

That goon was the first one to be hit with a combination of rapid open handed strikes to the jaw and neck area; the popping sounds of his gloves impacting the man's face and his grunting sounds echoing in the big front room. While dazed, a leaping roundhouse kick slamming into the man's temple is what sent him to the floor face first.

Another dropped the pieces of gun he held in both hands and ran toward V from behind in the meantime, attempting to punch the back of his head. V ducked before it could land, to reach up and grab the man's swinging arm and bring it down upon the shoulder of his suit elbow-first, effectively breaking the man's arm. He screamed in agony and was thrown to the side to also land upon his face.

The last guy was watching all of this happen and became terrified. About the time his cohort got his arm broken is when he decided to abandon the job and make a break for it. Since he couldn't see when V moved quickly, he didn't notice him until turning toward the front doors, toward a right hand speeding toward his face. After being hit, he saw nothing but stars and blur. The beating he was dealt soon after had him thinking he was being attacked by multiple people, and after a period of unconsciousness he would awake to the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life.

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A cackle rang out as she watched the man attempting to flee towards his guns. But, she was faster, much faster. She lunged forward, snatching up his left leg. Between his forward momentum, sudden lack of footing, and unexpectedly having his leg yanked out from beneath him, the man flew face first down towards the floor, smashing face first; hard enough to break his nose. His arms flailed out before him as he attempted to still reach the gun which was only about a foot and a half away from him.

Vampire Physiology:

Cala dragged him backwards, putting more distance between him and the gun. The guy flipped over onto his back, aiming a kick with this free leg towards her. She grabbed the bottom of his foot, and then turned it. Her arm, as well as his leg, kept turning until a loud snap of a sound echoed through the bank: the man's leg now broken. She then did the same with the leg she was left holding, snapping it too in much the same twisting manner. He wouldn't be walking for a very long time, if ever again. The man was no longer attempting to get to his gun, too busy screaming his lungs out and trying to cradle himself into a ball on the floor.

She turned her violet gaze towards the first man she'd handled, noticing that he was knocked out cold, his jaw at an awkward and very painful angle. She then turned her violet gaze to Matt, still grinning in her usual unhinged fashion. She saw a man in a fancy suit with a gold plated name tag that said "Bank Manager" on it slowly and shakily stand up.

V opened the front doors to let the cops and medics in. He saw Cala standing in the back, but the two with her weren't, meaning the goons in the back were done for, and this job was now foiled. This super hero thing had gotten off to a great start so far. He'd beat up two strong villains at the same time, got hired into a secret Company, his own place to live, money, and the attention of a beautiful girl, even though she was a Vampire, 400 years old, and insane.

People were thanking him and such, and he'd respond with "No prob," or some super hero line like "All in a day's work." V went in the back with Cala and the bank manager, to see the other two goons in the floor. One looked like his jaw was broken, and the other one...The other one just looked all fucked up. V wasn't gonna ask about that one.

"No trouble back here, I take it?" he asked Cala.

She watched Matt move closer and grinned more. She shook her head at his question and then nodded her head towards the man with two broken legs. "Nope, except that guy and the other just learned to never try and hit a female."

She turned her attention to the bank manager as he came closer. His shaking had already stopped, and after clearing his throat several times, he handed them both a grand worth of credits. "I... I want to thank you for helping us. Please, take this, in show of my appreciate and everyone else's. Lord knows how much worse it would have gotten if you two hadn't jumped in."

Cala blinked, took her share of the money, and slipped it into her hoodie pocket. "Thanks, mister." With that said she looked to V and then to the doors. "Think it's time we leave... really don't want my face on any cameras or anything, and I'm sure the news will be here soon..." She really didn't want that sort of attention: it was hard enough being a vampire in the modern world, and if her face ended up on camera it was only going to be harder still.