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[latrodectus]

WHO: "Yelena Belova", open!
WHERE: The City's seedy bits.
WHEN: Week of Jan 3-10
WARNINGS: None...I think.
SUMMARY: Yelena's hitting up the underworld, patrollin, rollin, punching the Russian mob, stealing their stuff and appropriating their weapons. She's hoping to run into some imPorts.
FORMAT: Just tag in with whatever you'd like :)

Truth be told, she didn't need the weapons. She didn't need the action, either, and she didn't like to fight so loudly, either. But to establish a cover, you had to make noise, and if she could provoke some drug-peddling assholes into making mistakes, well. That wasn't such a bad thing, was it?

Comments

Hope this is okay.

[heygotaminute]

Kasumi was exploring the city, getting a feel for it, and as in most places she went, she was drawn to the darker parts, the seedier places where time and light were valuable. It wasn't easy to escape the neon signs and bright billboards of the nicer parts of town, but she was managing.

She didn't plan to live in this part, mind, but it was important to know where things worse. And it gave her a chance to watch the people. Not...that they were impressing her all that much so far.

She was cloaked, listening to a crowd of gangbangers talking about nothing in their awful looking pizzaria on a corner when she saw the man across the street drag the old woman into the alley. Really, she should have known better, walking through this part of town...but maybe she didn't have a choice. Just because it was an awful place to live didn't mean people didn't live there, after all. And it wasn't as though Kasumi could just ignore it...

Silent feet carried her across the street, coming into the alley just as the man was ripping a probably worthless necklace off the old womans neck. Kasumi just sighed.

She tugged her pistol off her belt and let it decompact with a nearly silent click, and then decloaked right behind him and smacked him soundly on the back of the head with the butt. "Really, have some class, man. You're giving criminals a bad name." She said as he slumped to the floor.

She smiled at the old woman as she picked up the broken necklace and handed it back to her. "Here you are. Hurry home now." She stepped out of the way as the woman scurried past her, and then shook her head as she let her gun snap closed and reconnected it to her belt, preparing to cloak again.

more than okay!

[latrodectus]

Obviously the gun was interesting. Natasha, watching from the rooftops, decided that the person wielding it was probably interesting too. She was too far away to hear their conversation, but even in pantomime the scene was easy enough to follow.

She decided to get a closer look as the old woman ran off, dropping down behind the strange woman. Natasha was quiet, but not silent— she knew someone who was paying attention would hear her.

"You are Good Samaritan, huh?" she said, watching carefully for any sign of surprise. She wasn't planning on a fight— the mystery woman had helped the old lady, after all— but Natasha was mentally preparing herself for one just in case.

[heygotaminute]

Kasumi did hear the thud of someone dropping onto the ground behind her, and even as she was turning around, she was disappearing. An electrical crackle, almost a web, seemed to envelope her, and then it snapped and she was gone.

But not forgotten, apparently, as a few moments later she was speaking, from a bit further away, as she watched the woman. She uncloaked again, from there, and her pistol was back in her hand, unfolding with a click. She wasn't pointing it at her...yet.

"Occasionally. I wasn't going to let some thug steal from an old woman." She sounded rather disgusted, really.

[latrodectus]

It was disgusting, Natasha agreed. Stealing from the elderly when the world didn't leave them much to begin with. But her words were less compassionate than her thoughts.

"Disappointing. No challenge in stealing from old lady, am I right?"

The disappearing act was interesting. Natasha wasn't taken aback by it, like the would-be mugger might have been. She'd been dealing with superhumans for a long time. But with the snapping, and that fancy gun— she wondered if it was organic, or just really good tech. Maybe some combination of both. It was impressive, whatever it was.

She raised her hands slightly, a gesture of nonviolence.

[heygotaminute]

"Frankly, I'm not sure there's a challenge stealing anything in this city." Her faintly glowing eyes studied the woman from under her hood, considering her stance, before she let her gun compact again and hooked it back onto her belt.

"I would have thought someone else would stop it though, since this city is supposed to be full of heroes. Not particularly impressed so far."

[latrodectus]

"Hero is just a word." She shrugged. "The ones who come from the porter device, they are more occupied with the others who come in from same device. Not this."

[heygotaminute]

"So why are you skulking around, anyway? Here to help also?" She wasn't quite sure what to make of the woman yet but she was figuring it out. And the fact that the porter brought in people who were dangerous enough to have to be handled by other people from the porter was an interesting bit of information. She filed it away for later.

[latrodectus]

"Me, I just like to watch."

She probably would have helped the old woman, if someone else hadn't got to it first. But Natasha didn't feel the need to say so.

/hops on in here

[karkdestiny.livejournal.com]

Speaking of drug-peddling.

"You're sure," Cade asked in an utterly flat voice, staring at the small pills in his hand. These looked nothing like-

"Look, for what you're talking about? That's what we got." The slightly-balding man shrugged helplessly. "I'm telling you, though, these are better, like nothin' you ever tried before."

"No kidding." Hadn't tried most of the things here before, but what was that saying? With a sigh, Cade reluctantly decided to give these a try. His dreams...well, he'd been having a few bad nights, lately, and if there was one thing he knew fixed them, it was good old-fashioned poisoning the body.

He'd pay. He haggled first, but he ended up paying. Not everyone gave the first one away for free, but so long as they disconnected him, he couldn't care less.

hello!

[latrodectus]

She honestly didn't care much about the drugs. Or at least, she didn't care about the people who were buying them. She cared about who was selling them, a bit, but mostly it was those people's bosses she was after, and their bosses bosses. But you have to start at the beginning, and so she was going after the men on the street first. Shake a few trees, see what falls out.

The customer was a problem. Really, Natasha didn't want anyone dead, and it was hard to protect someone in a firefight. So, she was waiting until after he left. There was a voice inside her saying that she should be recording his face, recording all their faces, to blackmail later. But most of her was glad for not being that thorough.

Watching from behind a dumpster, she hoped the deal didn't turn sour. She'd hate to make an early entrance.

3rd okay?

[meowminx]

[ She's not patrolling as Catwoman tonight. Irena still appears from time to time, but with everything the way it's been lately, she hasn't had as much time for undercover work. So tonight she's running some lower key jobs, reestablishing herself. ]

y, totally fine

[latrodectus]

[Of course, Natasha had run into Irena once before. She didn't think Selina could recognize her, since her own disguise was comprised of a DNA-altering compound, not a wig. Still. It made her wary. She could see Irena's figure in the through her night vision goggles, but Natasha wasn't sure how, or if, she wanted to approach.]

[meowminx]

[ She did have an awareness that someone was there, but she continued on like she didn't. Irena was a professional, but not at the same level as Catwoman. ]

Jan 4th.

[indentcision]

Depending on where she'd been looking, there were rumors floating around on the drug peddling market. Two-Face wasn't explicitly involved in drug-dealing, per se, but he'd found a market for one of his recently acquired skills, and was putting it to use. Being able to analyze what anything was made of proved useful when people would pay money to determine how pure their stuff was.

Pay good money, at that. They talked about him, albeit discreetly. People brought their things to him in seedy bars less discreetly, hoping for good news.