ic Girls, Interrupted (IC)

[Fox]

Satisfied that between the two of them Diehard had been taken out of the fight, Dragonfly still didn't miss a beat: as Blackfire lurched under the force of being used as a springboard, the engineer's non-bladed hand snapped out past Jill and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Time to visit Angel again," she told him - out loud and in his head - as he folded away into nothing. The lull in the fight offered her the chance to quickly kneel down and pull the unconscious Diehard in as well, standing back up to keep a very wary eye on Guy Fawkes and Heka. "Feels calmer already," she dryly noted, with a bit more confidence than she felt. "But not calm enough, I think."

Somewhere in her dimensional pocket, Blackfire folded into being in mid-air just over Angel and her vomit. After just enough time for gravity to have taken its course, Diehard and his bile appeared in mid-air where Blackfire had....

[Gizmo]

Blackfire tried in vain to escape the folding space around him, screaming, "No no no! Not again!" As he winked away entirely, the androids voice diminished along with him. "Son of a...!" The unconscious Diehard offered far less protestation.

Heka's attacks continued to prove ineffective as he backed away from the fight slightly, hovering closer to the gaping hole in the front of the restaurant as he loosed a halfhearted bolt of deadly light at Dragonfly. "Well. That was a irksomely brief change of fortunes," the undead sorcerer admitted as the Fearsome Five's heavy hitters returned to the void.

Fawkes response was cut off as Jill responded to a swipe of his twin knives by bringing her force fields to bear once more, spheres of shimmering blue energy surrounding both the masked man and his mystical ally with a faint electrical crackle. "I don't know, I think I like where the momentum of this is going," the medic smirked, still breathing heavily but easily maintaining the energy constructs and trapping the pair within them.

[Fox]

"Agreed," Dragonfly said, raising a hand toward Guy Fawkes. Her gauntlet gathered in the space around it and...missed. She'd apparently underestimated how agile the knife-wielding maniac could be, trapped or not.

She had some choice Japanese words for that, scowling. "Hold still. Easier for the both of us."

[Gizmo]

Fawkes' knives scraped ineffectively against the interior of his prison, while Heka's enraged blasts of scarlet light caused Jill to wince as she maintained the bubbles with force of will. "You dare?!" the undead sorcerer roared as deadly light shot from his scepter. "Do you worms realize who it is you trifle with?! I am Heka! I am the rightful ruler of this pathetic mud ball!"

"Yeeeah, I used up all my patience on the crazy guy who kept punching me in the stomach," Jill informed him, raising her faintly glowing hands ominously.

Fawkes seemed to catch on to her intent first, dropping his alliterative affectation to protest, "Oh, boll--" before the spheres of mystically reinforced bioelectricity shook violently, like giant snow globes. The man in the long coat crashed haphazardly back and forth, his mask falling loose to reveal an aging Irishman with thinning hair. When Jill brought the traps back to rest, he lay in an quietly groaning heap at the bottom. Heka, on the other hand, had managed to compensate with his levitation spell, and only seemed more incensed.

[Fox]

"Think I used the last of mine when dinner was interrupted," Dragonfly added, watching Guy Fawkes rattle in the bio-electric sphere like a rag doll. "Am now on anti-patience. Because you five," she practically spat at Heka, punctuating the thought with a spatial shockwave that had significantly better results than the last, "somehow decided to pick this restaurant to rob!"

[Gizmo]

Taking the focused shockwave right in the face, Heka slid about the frictionless interior of the sphere, becoming tangled in his dark robes. Realizing that the last of his would-be meat shields had been downed, the villain raised his hands in a dramatic gesture before partially fading from sight as he took on an ethereal quality, visible only as a hazy red outline. "H-hey!" Jill protested as her prisoner slid through her force field as though it were nothing more than air.

"You've not heard the last of this, you insignificant specks!" the ghostly form promised, taking a brief moment to shake its translucent fist in the girls' direction before speeding away through the air, out the front of the restaurant and into the distance.

Somewhat nonplussed, the medic pulled an annoyed expression as she set the unconscious Fawkes down and let the round barriers dissipate. "Well, I for one am already ruing the day," she sighed, wincing a little as she placed a hand over her stomach. Although she'd healed the real damage, the effort of using her powers on herself had left her bone weary and sore. With the threat apparently ended, the restaurant staff and patrons began to hesitantly reemerge from behind tables and counters, many of them brandishing camera phones as Angel had insisted.

[Fox]

Dragonfly winced, glancing hesitantly at the camera phones but apparently deciding she had other priorities. "Are you okay? Was...not a pleasant-looking hit. Not exactly how I hoped dinner would end. Need to rest, or get outside help, or...guess we have to wait at least for the police to arrive...." She was fretting, and she knew it, but she couldn't really help herself; she wasn't really that used to having people to fret over, much less being in fret-worthy situations. and last time it went - mmh - badly - doesn't seem bad - self-healing limits? - too many unknowns - not an ideal date

[Gizmo]

"And here I thought I could make anything look pleasant," Jill teased with a shaky smile. "I'm alright, muñequita, just took it out of me." She felt a little worse than that made it sound, but she didn't want to worry Mara or look weak in front of an audience.

"Um..." one of the wait staff began uncertainly, half raising her hand as though asking a question in a classroom. "I, ah, called the police when the fighting started, so... I guess they should be here soon?" The plump brunette indicated the cellphone in her other hand, still looking a little stunned by the abrupt devastation that had swept through the restaurant, but maintaining her composure noticeably better than many of the others in the room.

Jill nodded gratefully. "Good job. Is anybody injured? I need everyone to exit the building and move across the street until we can make sure everything's going to hold together, okay?" Even winded, the young medic had a commanding presence in a crisis situation, her voice calm and steady.

[Fox]

Dragonfly frowned, but nodded, quietly stepping aside so that people could easily pass by. As an afterthought, she pulled Guy Fawkes into her pocket, too; not that she'd especially mind seeing the guy walked on, but having him disappear into the exiting crowd would be just her luck and she was pretty sure she had precious little luck still remaining.

At least Jill was taking care of that crowd. was never good at that - not without adrenaline or impending crisis "Good with them. Civilians, I mean. Authoritative. It's...attractive."

[Gizmo]

"Even after getting all those bodily fluids everywhere?" Jill smirked self-consciously, brushing a lock of hair behind her masked ear as she surveyed the unappealing remnants of Angel and Diehard's defeats. She didn't like using that particular application of her powers, especially in front of Dragonfly, but there was no denying its effectiveness. Once the civilians were out of the way and she was reasonably sure they weren't being watched, the taller stepped a little closer to her girlfriend and lowered her voice. "But if me taking charge works for you..." She punctuated the sentiment with a playful smack on her date's backside but quickly followed it up with a peck on the cheek before Mara could react much. "Don't think I didn't notice you keeping the heat off me after I got pummeled early on, either. Thanks."

[Fox]

Grimacing, Dragonfly followed Jill's gaze toward the...assorted semi-fluids staining the floor. "Effective, at least. Don't mind so much as long as I don't get it on me. Not the worst I've ever...."

"But if me taking charge works for you..." She punctuated the sentiment with a playful smack on her date's backside but quickly followed it up with a peck on the cheek before Mara could react much. "Don't think I didn't notice you keeping the heat off me after I got pummeled early on, either. Thanks."

To her instant chagrin, Dragonfly actually squeaked in surprise, though she tried to cover it with a quick cough as the blush spread across her face. "Did...what I could. Not very durable, myself, but wouldn't have fared well alone. Not that I like seeing you get hurt, anyway. But you're a good fighter." She paused, raised an eyebrow, and added, "...for a sidekick."

[Gizmo]

"Ooh, I'll kick your side, cariño," Jill promised with a widening grin. Happiness that they were both still in one piece was beginning to win out over sore exhaustion, but she held off on any further amorous displays as she looked around the restaurant. "We should get out of here, too. Between the explosives and the great and powerful wizard of incredibly poor marksmanship, I don't really trust this place to hold together indefinitely." She leaned on Dragonfly's shoulder as they walked. "Speaking of 'indefinitely', how long can you keep those guys in your 'pocket'?"

[Fox]

She pulled a face. "That's...complex," she begrudgingly admitted, apparently not happy about one of the aspects of her technology she couldn't adequately explain. "Unconscious? Forever. Normal objects, forever. Forever until power source runs dry, anyway. Awake, living things...mmh. Can manage to reassert their own space...somehow. Seems like an innate property of living creatures - somehow know, or reality knows, how they 'should' be. Very strange." She shook her head, wrapping an arm around Jill's waist as they walked. "But long enough to get them into police hands."

[Gizmo]

Jill gradually realized that she was putting more weight on Dragonfly than she'd meant to and straightened slightly, although she sidled a little closer as the engineer placed her hand on the medic's opposite hip. They hadn't really discussed whether or not they were going to their relationship private while in costume, but that ship seemed to have sailed regardless. "Huh. That's actually kinda the way my powers work, too. Go figure." Outside the ruined entrance of the restaurant, the evacuated staff and patrons mingled with curious onlookers who had gathered in a wide semicircle, excitedly exchanging accounts, sending texts and uploading videos. Sirens cut through the noise as a quartet of police cars finally arrived on the scene.

[Fox]

Dragonfly blinked, glancing at Jill in surprise. "Really....?" coincidence? - intersection of magic and science? - promising - operating on similar fundamental principles, maybe? - overriding rules of reality - rules of reality that override - very strange - learn more later - means warping engines are almost magic? - amusing thought - Arthur C. Clarke might approve She stayed close to Jill until the police actually came up to them, and even then moved away with great reluctance, making the space needed to pull a very messy and undignified pile of villains out of storage, unfolding them as one large group on the pavement.

Well. Maybe a few inches above the pavement. It was going to be a while before she forgave them for ruining dinner and trying to crack open Jill's ribcage.

[Gizmo]

Blackfire landed hard on the pavement with a metallic clang, Diehard, Fawkes and finally Angel in a messy heap atop him. His one exposed optical sensor managed to convey a sense of absolute dejection in its deep red glow as the android observed the collection of law enforcement and vigilantes surrounding him. "...just get me a hose or something, alright?" he requested as he extricated his wrists from the tangled mass of unconscious bodies and brought them together in surrender.

With the majority of the Fearsome Five being led or carried off to incarceration, the gathered crowd broke into a smattering of applause interspersed with the occasional cheer or whistle. Jill turned to Dragonfly with a wry smirk. "You know, all things considered, I've have way worse dates."