| Confetti does not an EMP make | ||
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| Summary: Harley goes off on her own again and once more runs head first into Tyler. Insults follow immediately. On the bright side we see the introduction of a new character! YAY!!    |
There's also warehouses for the storing of goods...that is to say the warehouses that are still standing as a result of the Thousand Sunny crashing through here like a bat out of hell. Needless to say, some buildings and warehouses are a lost cause. Dansha darts out of the shadows, her long golden hair billowing out behind her, as she moves stealthy across the street. Due to the key hanging around her neck, anyone who is nearby won't pay attention to her. Huzzah for sub-sonic waves and mental diversion. Granted, with to much movement, and a singularly determined mind, one -might- be able to see the little theif. In her arms she carrys a bundle, wrapped in dark woolen cloth. Thankfully, the street seems empty and Dansha can move almost freely. Standing on one of the broken docks, atop one of the weather worn posts, is the form of Harley Quinn in her usual attire. She cans the seas trying to decide her next course of action. Across her back a large weighted sack. There's broken glass everywhere, one of the warehouses look like they've been broken into, and there's a trail of muck and glass bits that lead to the post she's standing on, but that's all just circumstancial evidence, isn't it? Circumstancial, sure... Just like the torn lock at the Weapons shop. Dansha notes Harley's figure on the rooftop and stops midstride. [Shit.] Dansha grimaces, looks around and then glances back up to Harley. [If I'm lucky, and I run quickly, she might not notice the movement.] Taking her chance, Dansha darts over to the nearest doorway, conveniantly left ..broken down, and crouches in the shadows. Her bundle is cluched at her chest to stop the metal inside from clinking together. Harley lifts up a leg and puts a hand over her eyes, peering around comicly. Spinning on her toes she looks back at the buildings behind her and then leaps into the air coming to a handstand before shoving herself back into the air atop one of the broken buildings. Normally her balance is better than this, but she realises as she touches down that the sack was left behind mid-flip - and that realisation sends her off the edge of the roof, crashing into some trashcans not far from where Dansha was just hiding. With a scream and a yelp she thrases and groans before letting out a loud sigh. "Ol' Harley's just not as spry as she useda be." Picking a banana peel off her head she dusts herself off before making her way to her dropped stash... The whine of Tyler's jets suddenly fill the area as the sleek armored form hovers in over the docks, his helmeted head scanning slowly. He frowns inside his helmet, "Hrmmm...I know there was an alarm set off in this area." He comes to a stop, his scanners kicking into a different mode. Dansha jolts as Harley hits, but scoots down as far as she can.. which isn't that far. The girl seems to be ok, so why should Dansha say anything? Her soft brown eyes dart around, listening to Tyler's jets. As her view of him is blocked by the rubble and the doorway she's hiding in, she bites her lip and closes her eyes together. [Whatever is making this key thing work, please don't let him be able to see me.] She forces her breath to become shallow as she waits for the people to leave so that she can go home with her goods. Harley pauses mid-step to gaze up at Tyler's arrival. With a heavy sigh she tries to kick some stray goods back into the sack they'd fallen from. What sort of goods? They almost look like... glass eggs? "Well, well, well... if it ain't Mega Man. So how's it goin'? Ya found yer dog an' sister yet?" She grins as she snatches the sack back up and throws it over her back. "Aaaaahm a lumbah jack an' ahm okaaay..." Tyler sets down infront of Harley, "Ha-ha, Harley. Very funny. What's in the sack?" He tilts his head slightly towards Dansha's position. He pauses for a moment before looking back to Harley, "What are the glass eggs?" He crosses his arms as he looks down at her. Dansha cracks a grin at Harley's greeting of the Robit, her mucles settling to stay crouched for a while. She mantains an ear towards the conversation. Harley shakes her head at Tyler as she moves towards the building Dansha's hiding in to lean on it. It's another cooincidence, honest! "Look, can ya blaim a gal fer being hungry? I thought I'd make an omlete. You gonna tell me it's not an EGGcelent idea?" Tyler stares at her silently for a moment before, "An omelette? Seriously? Shall I just make a phonecall to your usual jailor? I'm sure Batman would love to talk with you." He puts his hands on his hips, "Seriously...Why would you break into two places? I got two seperate reports of break ins." Dansha curses at herself for getting into this situation. Leaning against the wall behind her (it's a very small storage area..) she begs the two to go away in her head. Harley doesn't go away, infact she crosses her arms and rolls her full bakc onto the wall, dropping the sack beside her on the ground. "Eh? Two places? C'mon, yer slippin'. I don't have no split personality. But y'know, that's not a bad idea!" She reaches into the sack casually and pulls out another egg? No.. wait... "I think I AM gonna split." She throws the egg, no... she throws the hand grenade at Tyler and she leaps back into the broken window, hitting the ground and blinking at Dansha from the floor. "Oh... Hi!" 3... 2... Tyler snatches the grenade and hurtles it out over the water, setting up a small shield about the weapon as it explodes. He steps up to the window, "Nice try." He looks at Dansha at that point, "Oh. That'd be the second break in...subsonics...interesting." He looks back to Harley as he steps through. "Give it up. Both of you. What do either of you hope to gain here?" Dansha's creamy skin pales and she vanishes and reappers... behind Tyler. "Damnit." She's still trying to sort that out. Seems like the key interfers with her teleportation. Still, she's on the other side of the trap and she starts running towards the City Center. After all of 3 feet, she manages to trip on the invisable germs that little kids always trip over, and falls flat on her face. Rolling her eyes, she exclaims. "HELL." Harley stands and rubs the back of her head as she watches Dansha bolt for it. The clown shakes her head and winces dramaticly as the young girl tumbles. "Hey, Blondie? Ya gotta do better th'n that. Don't use someone fer a distraction if they ain't gonna stick aroun' and wait for ya." Leaping FORWARDS, she tries to hang off of Tyler's neck and swing around behind him. "So what made ya a hero, metal man? Got tired o' bein' all depressed?" Assuming she can pull off her intentions she'll drop a small disk on the back of Tyler's head that will imediately start beeping. But what are the odds of that working? Harley stands and rubs the back of her head as she watches Dansha bolt for it. The clown shakes her head and winces dramaticly as the young girl tumbles. "Hey, Blondie? Ya gotta do better th'n that. Don't use someone fer a distraction if they ain't gonna stick aroun' and wait for ya." Leaping FORWARDS, she tries to hang off of Tyler's neck and swing around behind him. "So what made ya a hero, metal man? Got tired o' bein' all depressed?" Assuming she can pull off her intentions she'll drop a small disk on the back of Tyler's head that will imediately start beeping. But what are the odds of that working? Harley stands and rubs the back of her head as she watches Dansha bolt for it. The clown shakes her head and winces dramaticly as the young girl tumbles. "Hey, Blondie? Ya gotta do better th'n that. Don't use someone fer a distraction if they ain't gonna stick aroun' and wait for ya." Leaping FORWARDS, she tries to hang off of Tyler's neck and swing around behind him. "So what made ya a hero, metal man? Got tired o' bein' all depressed?" Assuming she can pull off her intentions she'll drop a small disk on the back of Tyler's head that will imediately start beeping. But what are the odds of that working? Tyler sighs and sets up teh stasis field over his armor, which, would hold Harley frozen and hovering slightly off from his armor. He steps back out of the window and crosses his arms as he looks at Dansha. "I'm a 'hero' as you called it because I feel it's better to help those who can't help and protect themselves. I was given abilities, so I'm using them as morally as I can." He tilts his head, "And teleportation won't help you if you can't go very far. The armor's locked onto your biosigns." Tyler sighs and sets up teh stasis field over his armor, which, would hold Harley frozen and hovering slightly off from his armor. He steps back out of the window and crosses his arms as he looks at Dansha. "I'm a 'hero' as you called it because I feel it's better to help those who can't help and protect themselves. I was given abilities, so I'm using them as morally as I can." He tilts his head, "And teleportation won't help you if you can't go very far. The armor's locked onto your biosigns." Harley flails her hands around and groans angrily. "Can't... move..." Wiggles, "Can't... make... complete sentances..." She abruptly does the opposite and sticks her hands in her mouth, pulling it wide as she sticks out her tounge. She kicks as much as she can trying to at least put a dent, or maybe a scuff mark on his armor. "HELP! HELP! I'M BEING REPRESSED! NO MEANS NO!" She grins again. "I'm being raped by C3PO!!!" Tyler sends a glance behind him and shakes his head, "Look, if you can pay for it, you can pay for it during the day. And what do you need such harsh weapons for? Look, if you need help with your abilities, I can help. Using them to steal isn't hte answer." He puts his hand to his helmet and sighs, "Harley, are you done yet?" Tyler sends a glance behind him and shakes his head, "Look, if you can pay for it, you can pay for it during the day. And what do you need such harsh weapons for? Look, if you need help with your abilities, I can help. Using them to steal isn't hte answer." He puts his hand to his helmet and sighs, "Harley, are you done yet?" Dansha grins at Harley's cries, and double-checks her bundle. If only Tyler knew how Dansha got the money.. "I don't need your help, I can take care of myself. And I needed these now. Not on the morrow, not in a few hours.. I need them now." Standing up, she brushes off her bum and her shirt. "Why don't you help her? If your so keen on the idea, she seems like she needs some of your 'monk' guidance." Well, Harley does come across a bit... eccentric then again, Dansha doesn't know Harley and the chaos she's already caused. Harley snickers at Dansha. Maybe she's not that bad after all. "Oh, right. Yep. I am a poor, misguided, lost soul. Taken from my home world and thrust into this strange confusing landscape." She even holds her hands together and tries to float angelicly in the air where she's suspended. It might work if she only had a fake halo. She might almost sound sincere too if it wasn't for what she does next, "ROBBIE THE ROBOT WANTS TO TAKE ME TO FORBIDDEN PLANET!!! HEEEEEEEELP!!!! I DON'T WANNA BE LOST IN SPACE!!" She cackles at herself and rolls in the air from her laughter. "Danger Will Robinson, danger!" Tyler shakes his head, "If you need help, ask for it. Other than that, I'm going to have to confiscate what you've stolen." He looks like he's about to say somethign else...well as much as someone can tell with the full face helmet...but stops as Harley starts up. He very nearly slaps his forehead, "Harley...you're gonna have to give me oen good reason why I shouldn't throw you in a cell and let the citizens of Twisted decide what to do to you, isntead of just taking what you've stolen to return it to it's proper owner." Dansha's eyes harden, and her body crouches in anticipation. "Like hell you are, Metal Man." She -was- going to go home and test them out in practice, but if he wants to try and take them from her. Quick as a flash, she drops the daggers into sheathe in her boots, and the gun, fully loaded, is tucked into a baka pocket. "I told you I don't need your help. I paid for them, they are mine. I didn't steal these." Her eyes stay on the pair, waiting for Harley to do something that will give Dansha the chance to run for it. Her hands hang loosly at her sides, ready to grab whatever works best for the coming situation. Harley is moonwalking like an egyptian as she mocks Tyler further. "YEAH! You just let'er go. She ain't done nothin'! 'Sides, ya fergot tha most important thing, mega mega... There ain't no police station here ta throw me in! Hell, there ain't even no zoo aroun' here. Why is that anyways? What kinda maroons don't go buildin' no places fer us crooks ta make an honest livin'?" Tyler chuckles, "I've taken care of the cells. They're in my version of the 'batcave' that your own usual nemesis resides in." He turns back to Dansha, "And none of those weapons will be worth anything against me. As I said before, I'm willing to help you! Don't go down this one's path. It only leads to heartache." He sighs. Dansha rolls her eyes. "Yes, avoid that path," her head tilts sarcastically," Or die in my case. Plus, you have no id. How do I know your a cop?" Dansha pointed ignores the old addage that if it walks, talks, and smells like one... "I fail to recognize your authori-tay." Her eyes widen challeningly as she rolls her shoulders back slightly, poofing out her chest.. Yeah, she can't be far out of the Teens. "YEAH! THIS IS BRUTALITY! You ain't got no authoritah 'round 'ere!" Harley's refusing to make this easy on anyone. "An' I ain't got no nemesis! My only foe is those little beeping tags in tha department stores!" She spins around once more and thrashes. "Cooooome ooooon. This suuuuuucks!! I mean, I know I wanted ta loose some weight, but this is takin' it too faaar..." Tyler sighs, "Y'know, your'e right. I'm not a cop. There are no cops here. So i'm doing what I can to protect the innocent here. And everyone I catch go to the people of Twisted. You've taken the people's livliehood. So I want straight answers. What is so important that you're causing others to starve?" He turns to Harley, "What are those eggs?" He turns back to Dansha, "And what do you need the weapons for?" Dansha says, "First off and foremost, -dude-, I'm not causing anyone to starve, because I paid for it. And the reason I need it, I can't tell you. Because for all I know, your just like them. Arrogent men in power, hiding behind your suits and fancy vocabulary. Even if their were cops, they still wouldn't be able to help me. All of them are in it, I swear." Her eyes gloss over for a mere second, before snapping back into the hard set they were before. Her left hand twitches, followed by her right. Small needles fly towards Tyler, aiming for his neck, and the center piece of his suit. As soon as she's flung them, she's off, shifting between running and teleporting, though she's making the same speed either way. Harley blinks, "Eggs? They're EGGsactly what they look like! EGG BOMBS!" She guestures towards the side of the building. "Prinny Shipping? Egg bombs? C'mon... there's refrences all over th' place! I'm just waiting for Danny Devito and the giant duck mobile to show up outta nowhere." ...what? ANYways, what she says makes little diffrence as Dansha attacks making Harley quirk an eyebrow. "Neat! I thought she'd make a run for it. Blondie? I owe you a drink fer that." Tyler mutes the voice amplifier to avoice his swears from being heard as the needles flash against his shields. He keeps Harley in the field, and hovering behind as he boosts his rockets after Dansha, placing himself infront of her. He hovers before her, his arms crossed and the glow where a visor would normally be pulsing faintly. "It's done. You're not getting past me, either of you. So you can come along and talk to me, or end up cooling your heels along side Harley." Well, that didn't work like planned. Dansha clasps her hand over a wrist behind her back and lowers her head. Looking up at Tyler through heavy lashes, she softens her tone and body language, and shifts cutely. "But I havn't really done anything wrong. Plus, would you really arrest someone so young? I've got so much to live for and a smear like this could ruin my chances of getting a good job when I grow up." Yeah, she looks 15 and uses it to her advantage. Being 19 and all, she's held responsible for her own actions, and she -does- try to avoid getting caught. Harley is jerked around through the air as Tyler moves. "Oh COME ON!!" She starts turning green. "I'm gonna do something disgusting on yer armor if ya don't put me down..." That's about all she can do at this point, or so it would appear... Tyler chuckles, "THe armor has you pegged for a biological age of 19. That's enough to make your own decisions, and i'm offering you a way out." He extends his stasis field towards her. "Don't try teleportation, the field works on dimensional manipulation, you'd just end up pulling yourself in all directions." Dansha kicks off from the ground and gets pulled by the field. Crossing her legs and arms, she frowns. "Hey, Clown-girl. Does this count as a threesome?" Dansha flashes a grin, and shrugs at Tyler. "Can't blame a girl for trying right?" Harley smacks herself in the head. "Y'know, I'd forget my own head if it wasn't attached!" She reaches behind her and produces... a box? "See this? Ain't it great?! I've always wanted ta try this..." She presses a button on it and holds onto it tightly. "Y'know this might hurt me pretty baddly. Think fast, hero..." Does the letters E. M. P. on the side of the box mean anything? Tyler shakes his head as he takes off into the sky with the pair in tow, "You can set it off if you want, but you realize it's a small nuculear device...and it won't hurt my armor. I've shielded it from EMP and msot of it doesn't wokr on standard electronics anyway." He turns towards his holding facility, "So, I don't suppose the newest passenger wants to talk to me about why she needs weapons?" Dansha opens her mouth to say something, then shut it tightly as she relizes that Harley has already pressed the button. Her arms curl above her head, and she waits for the BOOM, and the chance to teleport to something other then being a Danni pankcake. Harley sighs heavily. "So wait... yer sayin' it's still not gonna work?" Beep... beep.... DING! "...shit." The box explodes in a brilliant display of light and, confetti? Harley hangs there a moment annoyed and slightly charred. "I HATE YOU MISTAH J!!!!!" Defeated she goes limp. "I give up. Take me in, copper. No disco music, though. Have a little heart." Tyler chuckles, "And if your emp device fits in your hand and goes "Beep beep beep" it's probably not real." He settles outside on the street before a large building. THe doors slide back on it revealing a large number of cells, all looking custom made and working with both iron bars and energy fields, "Last chance." Dansha curls into a ball as best she can as Harley's EMP goes off, and peeks out of her arms to grin at the charred clown. Sighing heavily as she regards Tyler, she shrugs. "If it's really that important to ya.. Powerful men, kinda pissed off that they paid for a hooker, and got all their cash stolen instead.." She tilts her head at him, wondering if his mind will connect what happens then. She never actually turned tricks. Just kinda.. posed as such and got her profit. Dansha asks, "Happy now?" Harley hangs there. Outta tricks. Well... outta tricks she's willing to use at the moment. Sighing she shakes her head. "Can we, like... talk about this at ground level? You won. Yay, mister metal man. Woot woot..." Tyler eyes Harley, "You're right about one thing, Harley...there isn't really a place here for you. And until i cna guarantee you a fair trial you shouldn't be held here. Especially since you've not hurt anyone. I did have a drone go and put back what you stole, however. PLEASE make this the last time?" He drops the field after it goes to ground level. He sets Dansha down first, "They call me Aegis. In case you didn't know it means Shield. I can help with your problem, and I can help you stay away from the same situations that led to it. We can start with your name though?" Easing out of her sitting postion, she comes to a rest on her feet. "Hey Clown-girl. Remember that drink yeah? After today, I'm gonna need it." She rubs the back of her head, and pulls a long handful of honey hair over her shoulder to play with. "Most of what I'm called can't be said in polite company. But you can call me Dansha." Harley groans annoyedly. "Ugggggh. Dansha, I'm Harley. Harley Quinn. And this here is Mr Coffee. LET ME GO ALREADY!!!!!" Tyler tilts his head, "Go on, Harley. Don't let me catch you again, or I'll have ot keep you here where I keep the murderers." He looks back to Dansha, "Nice to meet you Dansha. No one can reach you on one of my properties, and I think I can help you with that little teleportation issue of yours. Though I think we'll need to make a little something to cover that key's sonic emissions. It can give you a headache if you wear it too long." Dansha looks warily at Tyler. "We'll see Aegis." She waves at hand at Harley. "Fine fine, Harley then. But Clown-girl sounded better." She pouts for a moment, and fiddles with the key around her neck. Harley blinks and looks around, holding hand out in front of her and waving it. "Oh... you... you did let me go." She crosses her arms and ponders a moment. "Angus, until I figure out something that you can't deflect, I'm obligated to keep at it. That's all part o' th' game!" She reaches into an invisible pocket and pulls out her gun, with a grapling hook attached to it. Why the hell didn't she do that to begin with? Wait... where'd she have that hidden? Holding it up in the air she waves playfully at Dansha. "I'll have ta catch up with ya later, Blondie. Oh... and Murphy? Ya might wanna make sure I didn't aaaacidentally switch those explosives on before ya snatched me up!" She zooms away with an odd sense of hurry. Maybe that was more than just a parting joke... Tyler shakes his head as a loud bang goes off followed by a light trail of smoke, "Well, that's one drone down, but it looks like it contained the explosion." He sighs and looks back to Dansha, "Come on, lets go and see how your teleportation works, shall we?" Dansha rises her eyebrows and follows after him. It's not like she really has a choice, though help would be nice. Stupid pride, getting in the way of things. | |
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