A Charity Gala to End Whatever Important Thing

[ngm_miscellaneous]

New York City high society had been absolutely buzzing over this April's charity gala by a certain Mr. Tony Stark. It was seen as exclusive, or as exclusive as his 200 person guest list could be. Some invitations were a given, like Tony's daughter Alexa, whereas others came from what the party planners figured as the right people to make the party memorable or talked about.

The charity event was for the charitable arm of Stark Inc., Stark International. Despite being for charity, it was also seen as a good way for businesses to be seen and network.

The event was held at the Hudson in the Library and Private Park space. It would comfortably fit the people into its 2,600 Square Feet.

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[wateronthebrain]

Erin is able to keep the smoke from bothering her. A water sheath is very handy in situations like these as long as she carefully controls what is happening.

"And you really should pay more attention to the guest list. Trying to steal from a party with some of the Avengers in attendance seems foolish."

And so she gets Charlatan with a splash of cold water.

[ngm_rogues]

Charlatan's eyes narrowed at how the can just seemed to bounce off the woman's arm. His thumb flicked over a button as he swung the cane wide; the cane portion shot off into the room, beaning some fleeing rich man. Charlatan was left with the sword part that had been hidden inside the cane.

"I don't-pfaugh!" He was interrupted by a splash of cold water. What kind of heroes was he tangling with Haughty Lass and Drippy Girl? He shook his head and went on despite his sodden clothes. "I don't care about accoutrement as a status symbol. It's easily destroyed."

To try to prove it, he lunged toward Tina with his sword slashing. He wasn't aiming for her skin but more the dress she was wearing. His other hand slipped inside his jacket to grab something.

[notmadeofglass]

Tina dodged the attempt on her dress, stepping aside and leaning back a bit. She was grateful that skin was, technically, an organ, because she attempted to deflect his weapon post-dodge with her slightly shiny arm. She just had to stay clear of the tip of the his blade.

"Anything can be destroyed, you confused and strange little man."

[ngm_rogues]

He was slightly off-balance with his attempted slash so deftly dodged.

"True, it can. But I want things that take a little effort to destroy." He removed his other hand out of his jacket with a loose-lidded jar. With his stumbling due to being off-balance, the lid went flying off. The "disappearing dust" inside the plastic jar sprayed out in a loose arc.

Whatever the dust touched started disintegrating.

[notmadeofglass]

"Everyone back away!" Tina thought quickly and used her access to the library's various climate systems to turn on the fire sprinklers in an attempt to diminish the effects of the powder.

[encyclopediaofcrime]

All right, now this was kind of serious. Stella nearly danced backwards, arms out to shove anyone near her back as well.

[avengeriniron]

Well, that wasn't a good development. Tony stepped closer to the cloud of dust and activated his force field generator, trying to contain its spread without getting himself disintegrated.

[ngm_rogues]

The added water made the dust more like disintegration water. Charlatan blinked at the effect as he danced back out of the way to save his shoes.

"Well, that wasn't on the label." Though the water acted like clear Xenomorph blood, it was more contained as a liquid. Especially when Iron Man showed up to handle it.

"Ooh. That's a bit above my pay grade." He tipped his top hat to the crowd. "Thanks for very little."

Then Charlatan made a break for one of the doors to the gardens.

[legacy_of_evil]

Well...that was somewhat unexpected. But the information that the test garnered was worth it.

Norman returned from the restroom in time to see Charlatan racing past him toward the gardens.

"All right, then." he said, looking for Tina and Stella.

"Ladies? I think we need to relocate our little get-together immediately. What do you think?" Norman asked.