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[It's dark for a sec after Inga finishes writing her Number on the back of her compact. As she lifts the cover, the first thing visible is Inga's trepidation-filled face. Cautiously, she turns the mirror: the place is recognizable as the bank on (mumble) Street, but it is clearly not a typical day, as evidenced by the people in facemasks holding guns, and the patrons and employees crouched or sitting on the floor.]

[Barely heard is Inga whispering the location of the bank.]

((ooc: pretend those images don't say Chase. It is now the Pursuit Bank.))

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[Oh, hey, it's the armored superhero guy giving her what he hopes is a reassuring thumbs-up, along with a text message.]

On my way. Stay calm.

[Not that he has any idea what he's going to do with actual crime, but he'll figure it out as he goes.]

[She's forgotten if she'd asked him if he could fight, but what else did she expect when she connected to the network?]

Call the police, they took my cell.

I can get there faster than the police can. And for all we know, they're in on this somehow.

Why—

[Whoop someone just looked her way. She quickly glances down, then, when they've gone, she shuts the compact and puts it in her breast pocket.]

Why would the police be involved in this? It isn't a network-only bank!

Hell, they've been doing enough of turning a blind eye to crime lately that this wouldn't surprise me.

[Definitely looks like he's on the move now, there's his weird bike. He's switching his end of the feed to audio. Easier to cover the fact that he'll be doing most of the driving there as a perfectly normal dude on a perfectly normal bike.]

Oh...

[She's silent another moment as it looks like someone's going to walk by. False alarm, though, but still, she raises her hand to cover her mouth as she speaks.]

Thanks, you, but I hope they'll just leave....

Sit tight. They might make it out before I get there, but you never know...

Looks like they're waiting for my co-worker to come back.

[The other teller is taking a while, come to think of it.]

Sit tight. I'll be there soon.

[He'll end the feed. And, about five minutes later...well...things are going to get interesting.]

Edited (timing and stuff) 2014-02-18 01:28 (UTC)

[[The only warning is the rev of a motorcycle engine following by a squealing of tires before there's a sudden, near deafening CRASH, the large glass window in the front of the bank shattering inward as something makes its way into the building, hissing as it's jaw widens before striking out to swollow the nearest thug, jaws gripping him only breifly before jerking foward, sending the man flying.]]

[Has she died and gone to hell]

[Digs the compact out of her pocket and says into it (not knowing it's off on his end)] Mr. Passing-through?

[As if in response to that question, Hajime and his motorcycle seemingly pop out of the snake's mouth and go barreling at another thug. He's going to have a talk with Bakura later; he was under the impression that he and the bike would be intangible for that surprise entrance. Otherwise he would have used a door.

This is stupid, and he is perfectly aware that this is stupid, and he regrets running into Bakura on his way over, and what has his life become?]

[[Sorry, Hajime, that's sadly outside of Bakura's abilities.

Besides. This was so much more dramatic and fitting of an entrance~!

The giant snake vanishes, but the force behind it doesn't as another of the thugs suddenly keels over, his gun ripped from his hand and flying out the busted window before the invisible force knocks him back again, smashing his nose.]]

[She's so busy watching these strange gongs-on that she almost doesn't notice the dude right next to her about to fire his gun. Thankfully, he drops it and she comes to her senses enough to get up and kick it away. Unfortunately, he's turned on her and she isn't fast enough to get out of his grip and now he has her sleeve.]

Let go—!

[Hey, there is a guy holding onto the arm of the woman who alerted him to this mess, and that's not good. Hajime's charging in his direction now. He is still on the motorcycle.]

You let go of her right now, or you'll regret it!

[He still has no idea what he's doing with this whole superhero business and is hoping the fact that he is an armored lunatic aboard a motorcycle is just going to make things work out in his favor here.]

[How does someone keep hold of a sleeve she can't get any traction on the floor in her work shoes either how did her life end up like this]

[Before Robber McGrip can pull her closer or whatever he was trying to do, he notices the armored lunatic on a bike; he pushes Inga and makes a dodge for his gun.

Way to invalidate Inga's one I'M HELPING! move, Robber McGrip.]

[[Before he can reach it, however, the gun vanishes from sight, the snake head reappearing and hissing out at the grabby hands thug to keep him from going further after it.

Since Bakura has to kick it across the floor first. Like hell he's getting his finger prints on it!]]

[Hajime dismounts the motorcycle and rushes forward to punch the offending robber into submission. Hitting the other man with the motorcycle seems like overkill.]

[Is that all of them? Oh no, some people are starting to get their phones out.]

[She gets up and grabs Mr. Passing-through's arm.] You should probably go.

[And she just saw a robber mysteriously spout blood and the gun skitter when no one touched it. Even if she isn't sure that there was someone else here, she'll say it just in case:] And your friend, too.

Thanks.

[[...yep. Shock is over, cell phones are out. Time to get the fuck out of there...

That feeling of something being there gets a bit heavier as Bakura moves over to where Hajime is, Diabound cloaking the masked rider in invisibility from all directions but the one she's grabbing him from.]]

Time to bail. Mushi-ou!

[[It's said quietly, so only Hajime (and Inga, really) can hear.]]

[Phones? No, thank you, he does not want to be photographed. He gives her a quick nod and is glad for the assist from Bakura.]

Glad to help.

[And now he's heading back to the bike so he and Bakura can speed on out of there.]

[Invisible person(s) confirmed]

[She almost calls "wait!" but she turns back to the room at large instead; it... probably isn't a good idea to leave herself, since it'd look like she was involved in the attack. Stay it is. Still, better turn her face away from the phones.]

[She picks up her compact from where it fell, checks if the lipstick-number is still there, then says into it] You guys there? The police aren't out there, are they?

[[Bakura hops on, making sure Diabound is tight around them. Once they're far enough away and Hajime is back to his normal self, he'll let the camouflage go, but until then...]]

[Hajime's taking a moment to respond to her transmission once they're safely away and back to normal. It's audio-only, safe enough, though he doesn't sound quite as deep-voiced as he does in the armor.]

We're good. The police didn't catch us.

Are they coming this way? [She wants to get out of here as soon as possible.]

Who's your friend, by the way?

[[Glances at Hajime, eyebrow raising in silent question of if he trusted whomever it was he was talking to.]]

I hear sirens. They're close.

[Oh man, Bakura's name? He knows he can't give a real name here, he hasn't even given his own real name or anything remotely resembling a decent superhero name...]

He's...uh...Snakeguy.

[Smooth.]

[[the sound of a smack of hand on forehead likely can be heard.]]

Dream Eater. For the love of god, Mushi-ou, use Dream Eater...

[Dream Eater and King of Bugs, huh.]

Um... do you not want me to know who you are for some reason?

[Come to think of it, Mr. Passing-through didn't leave his name before either, but she just thought he was being ~mysterious masked superhero~]

Er...well...I was trying out that whole superhero thing...

[And he is just not good at it.]

I'm the only bug-guy on the network.

[[Bakura just... sighs

Trying not to smack Hajime upside the back of the head.

...Wait, he's wearing a helmet. Smack.]]

Bug guy? [She's heard rumors about the so-called lord of bugs, but isn't sure whether to bring it up. Would he be sensitive about that? How many people would answer to "Bug-Guy"? She wouldn't. But Mushi-Ou sounded like a nickname, so maybe it's just that. Heartface didn't really look like a bug, after all.]

Uhm, right. What's Dream Eater's story, then?

Yeah, I've...had a wide variety of bug-related pulses and things. A lot of them.

[He wouldn't get offended if the Lord of the Bugmen were brought up. He would just...wince. Wince horribly.]

Him? He's just difficult.

Thanks for that. Really.

[She doesn't know if the "being difficult" part is true or just teasing, so she'll just... gloss over it. Maybe she'll ask another time.]

Well, whatever your reasons, thanks.

[Here come the sirens.] Oh! I hear sirens, gotta go. [She cuts the connection by wiping off the lipstick with the inside of her shirt.]

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sorry for the delay!

I'm sorry, too! But we got this now. \o/

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