2012-10-23 What Happens in Hell's Kitchen p2

(Continued from part one due to a tone change from comedic.) IN PROGRESS - NOT COMPLETE

Standing outside a bar, whose street-facing wall is not very unwall-like oweing to the fact that it is now more hole than wall - which one could suppose as giving a literal meaning to the fact that this place is a 'hole in the wall' kind of bar - is a very motley crew. Let's count them, because counting is what mathletes do, and since our resident mathlete Rain has gotten occupied with Owl Mail, she should do in her honor - or something.

There's Mend. In her costume and mask, she's clearly a super hero of some sort. She's just addressed the other woman...

Domino. The mercenary herself, with a black diamond thing over one eye. She's holding her hand out to...

Thor. Tall, blonde, brick wall who just finished putting the hole in said wall. He clasps the offered hand in his, hand near Domino's elbow, how very old school warrior of him.

"Nay, I would certainly have at least noticed if the building had indeed fallen upon my back," he starts to say, stormy blue eyes drifting toward the building as if sizing it up. Can't you almost hear him say: not that particular building, maybe...

"Verily? Then this is good. I am glad that my lack of attention hath not caused thee any significant harm," Thor replies to Domino, letting her decide when the hand shake is done. He's nice like that.

"Why do you think I won't fight him?" Mend grins at Domino. "Plus, he's one of the good guys. Mostly." Domino she's not so sure of, but given the woman has stopped fighting and isn't seeming to be about to try anything else, the Titan's letting it pass. For now.

With his head freshly shaven and the corn rows gone, Kwabena Odame has adopted a look and attire that is more fitting to what his needs are, and that is to blend in. He might easily be mistaken as any normal New Yorker, given a black leather jacket and clothing that is just trendy enough without making too much of a statement.

As he trolls the streets of Hell's Kitchen, his attention is half split between the cell phone, which he'd only purchased hours ago from one of the pop-up cell phone shops in the city, and his surroundings. Over all, he seems rather well relaxed.

But he's not.

When a text message pops up on his phone, he stops to check it. Suddenly driven by something almost animalistic in nature, he goes running down the street at top speed, leather jacket billowing in the wind behind him, until he skids around a corner where aforementioned 'hole in the wall' bar is located.

He studies the motley crew for a moment, but his blood runs cold when he spots Domino. Hissing, he backs against a nearby wall, eyes darting all about, as if he were looking for trouble. His hand slips into his jacket for a moment, before the other lifts his cell phone and begins texting a response.

That's right. Domino helped stop some of the fighting..! It's fortunate that this seems to be the general idea! Thor probably had it coming, anyway. Dom's grasp of the Asgardian's arm is firm, though considering that she can only catch a portion of it compared to how his hand completely engulfs her forearm (including the hidden knives strapped about that part of the limb,) it's not nearly as impressive a thing. "I still don't know what to make of you people, but if you're half as good of a drinker as Sif was then you're fine by me. Maybe next time we can do it without the brawl," she teases before releasing her hold of his limb. Mend's comment about him being mostly one of the good guys ears her a curious look. Thor didn't strike her as being morally flexible, it's interesting food for thought. "A sweet talker and a heavy hitter. Definitely not from around here." What's happening nearby with a running individual escapes her notice. Thor's a big person to look around.

Thor's grinning to the teasing, finding it semi-ticklish to his sense of humor. About to reply to Domino, Thor's irises suddenlly shift to a deep ocean blue, the kind of blue seen at the edge of a fierce thunder storm. His head snaps to the west. Stepping away as Domino lets go of his arm, the Thunderer murmurs a single phrase as he unclips Mjolnir from his belt and lifts from the cement with nearly unequalled grace.

"Midgard doth Call; I must fly to Her Aide."

And with that, the Lord of Storms and sometimes concealment for men running with a mission, summons a tornado-like vortex above him, and flings himself into the sky and toward the source of whatever trouble could so quickly catch a god's attention.

"...he does that." Mend figures if Thor needed help, he'd have invited people along. As he didn't, the slender young heroine glances at the bar, then at Domino. "So, who started the bar fight anyway? Or did it just seem like a good idea?" Mask or no mask, she seems to understand a bit of how these things work.

After furiously texting multiple responses to someone on the other end of his cell phone conversation, Kwabena scowls and puts the phone away. "Junkies," he mutters under his breath, before taking another good look around the area. He sees no conspicuous vehicles, such as those that might have been following him courtesy of Slee and his drug cartel. Feeling confident that he's shaken his tail, he moves away from the wall and begins walking toward those gathered outside the bar, though making every effort to stay as close to the building-edge of the sidewalk as possible.

... and then Thor disappears in a tornado. Kwabena stops short, blinking. "What... the... actual..." he mutters.

"Gah--!" Domino jumps back as Thor suddenly leaps upward in a whirlwind of hammer-spun ..somethingorother. "Showoff," she mutters with a frown up into the sky. Good thing her hair's easy to straighten out, fingertips running through the shorter, spikey black mass. It doesn't really do a whole lot, it just naturally looks this side of messy. To Mend's question she takes on a blank expression, "Couldn't tell you. Drinking led to shouting, shouting led to insults, someone swings first... Bars have a life all of their own." Pause. "I didn't start it." This time. As for that guy creeping along the buildings, she's still none the wiser. She's got other things taking up her attention.