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Who Will Defend Us?

Manhattan
Central Park
April
1:26 pm

The portal from Limbo opened easily and without triggering the wards that warned those mystically sensitive of what was happening in the city. S'ym's erstwhile ally had seen to that. Not that S'ym trusted him further than he could throw him, but he had been truthful enough in what he could provide.

Other demons, made temporarily invisible, followed him out of the portal.

"You all know S'ym's plan," he said. "Raise hell out there. Make the humans panic. The more chaos we sow, the weaker our ally makes the barrier between dimensions. And when that happens, he says this world will belong to S'ym! And what's good for S'ym is good for all of you!"

The demons began to cheer.

S'ym puffed on his cigar. "But it's gonna take all of you doin' what we do best. Killin' folks, corruptin' this world, just like we done before. Only there ain't no X-Men here to stop us this time! No little Darkchylde to ruin things! This time... this world... will... be... OURS!"

The demons flew off, ready to raise hell.

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The huge Wall Street bull suddenly came to life, tearing after cars and people.

In the shopping district, department store mannequins were coming to life, terrorizing shoppers everywhere.

On Broadway, street signs, lamp posts, even fire hydrants were coming to life to attack people.

Under crowded midtown traffic, taxi cabs suddenly started coming to life, changing into monstrous forms... sometimes with their drivers still inside.

In the village, mail boxes, street lamps, street signs, even wrought iron fences started coming to life.

This being the Village, hardly anyone noticed.

Ever since the offices of Veridian Dynamics had once been under threat from dinosaurs and partially destroyed by dragons, Marcelo Alencar da Silva made sure his employees were well prepared for New York City superhero weirdness. When taxis started attacking people outside the offices, the office went onto threat level 2: everyone to stay in the offices and off the streets.

Which really didn't apply to him. He locked his office and disappeared into another room to ostensibly not work next to huge windows. He was actually putting on one of his experimental new Vesper suits. This was one way to test out his company's new technologies.

Making sure he had his newest voice modulator on under the suit and geared up. He used a back entrance to get to the roof and his ever portable wingpack right out of his briefcase to get above the streets.

Vesper dove at a rampaging taxi and then folded in his wings to flip himself so he'd land feet first on the taxi's hood. He grit his teeth and hoped these boots had better impact resistance than his pair at home.

The taxi cab reared up and attempted to dislodge him by shaking, it's grill opening into fangs.

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Vesper almost swore; his teeth clacked together from that impact. He was slightly off balance on the landing, and he was completely off-balance when his landing surface reared up and shook. He fell back against the windshield and tried to grab onto something to hold on.

He wondered how sturdy those windshield wipers were after his hands closed around them.

Tommy had taken the information given to him by Rose and decided to go looking for this "Strange" guy who might be able to tell him more about the Rider. He arrived in Greenwich Village and decided to start looking around, trying to figure out the best way to find this guy.

When the street lamps and things started coming to life, Tommy sighed deeply. He'd just gotten here. Why was this happening?

And why was no one reacting to it?

Liza had been enjoying a day in the city. She had made a stop specifically to get a hot dog at this amazing little stand right outside the Bowling Green station. She was enjoying her food, when she heard a commotion coming from the park.

Marion had been on her way through here. There is a nice store a bit off the beaten trail that has more Southern looking clothes that don't look trashy. She had just wanted some new boots since the ones she has had for years are starting to come apart.

She takes one look at the chaos and sighs.

"At least they ain't carrying silver." She goes to step in and put a stop to this.

Sofia had been returning from Julliard - where she'd just taken down a leanan sídhe imitating a professor, taking the lives of several students as a result. She'd decided to go up Broadway when... - Yup. This is happening.

It was chaotic. Water being sprayed everywhere, lamposts dropping their lightbulbs like bright little glass bombs, posts attached to the street signs bending and snapping as the signs tried to skewer innocent passers-by.

Oh, hey. Must be Wednesday.

Apparently, you couldn't just go shopping in the city for a day anymore. Frankie had been enjoying the trip down from the institute into the city for the day when she'd noticed...evil mannequins.

Well, it was New York, after all. Still, couldn't have people being terrorized by evil mannequins.

Frankie leaped around people, getting civilians out of the way as she made her way towards the mannequins.

The Village was, by and large, a super awesome place to go hang out because it was the one place just weird enough that no one gave two bits about a girl with a trident (though Kassi was getting better about not hauling it everywhere.) But today...the weird was extra special.

"Oh this can't be good."

And no one was really reacting. Except that one guy watching it all with resigned irritation.

"I take it today is not dancing streetlight day here, huh?"

Time to read the trident.

The giant bronze bull snorted and charged, flipping over a car with its horns.

The mannequins marched like soldiers, occasionally picking up something to use as a weapon against people, and otherwise causing chaos up and down the street.

A fire hydrant covered a group of people, spraying jets of water like a fire hose, while a pair of mobile street signs reached out to grab them.

A mail box sprang to life, firing letters at people. A street lamp sprouted arms and legs, turning its lamp light into a focused laser beam.

...Yeah, this just about fit with the tone her life had taken lately. Marauding taxi cabs and... a super-hero? Lived in New York City for years and this was the first time she'd actually seen a super-hero and it had to be while fighting demonic taxi cabs that were trying to eat people.

Thou must help him!

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

She did not need the voices in her head encouraging her to get involved in this, goddammit.

Her hand went up to the handle of the sword strapped to her back.

Dammit.

In one quick motion, she drew the sword and her clothing transformed--okay that was new--bringing the sword down on the taxi cab, slicing clean through it, even as the super-hero tore it's windshield wipers off.

"You...you okay?"

Windshield wipers were not meant to hold 200 lbs of man and gear on a bucking car. They tore off in Vesper's hands as he was flipped off the car.

Being a master capoeirista, he managed to land on his feet and dance back toward the sidewalk. He blinked at the taxi sliced in two.

"I'm ... fine?" He looked at the blonde with a sword. He hoped she wasn't a ghost.

Marion pulls her favorite knife out of a sheath that is along her back. Carrying weapons only tends to be a big no one. She doesn't wait for the mannequins to come to her. She goes after one intending to cut it's arm away so it will be less able to attack.

Had she really just done that? She had. Could she do it again? She wasn't so sure.

"Good," she said. "...Any idea what's causing this? Because even for New York, this is a little weird, and I figure, you know, you're the super-hero, so you probably know what's going on here..."

More feral taxi cabs started circling around the heroes.

He started to check the pouches on his legs for something useful to use on sentient and crabby taxis. Which was harder to do when the said taxis were looking at him like lunch. He never knew headlights could look so menacing without being lit up.

"I have no idea. I have dealt wit' ze dinosaurs and ze dragons, but man-eating cars are new to me." He noted he would repair the voice modulator later to make himself not sound like Pepe LePew.

Dawn held up the sword--Dragonfang--cautiously, as though to ward off the taxis. She was practically shaking. Didn't exactly make for the most confident of super-heroes.

Which she wasn't. She definitely wasn't a super-hero.

"Hope you've got something in there for stopping these things..."

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