Scene #9717: The Geed Identity

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Riku Asakura	Pega's call for help will come from a part of the City Riku lives in; this city is a dense urban environment... which makes it the worst place for Fukuide to have a sniper set up. Worse if he decides to use his own Fusion Riser to make a monster. Right now, Riku is stuck standing, while Fukuide himself is sitting on a park bench. Behind Riku, standing a few feet back, is a young woman, Laiha. Finding the sniper and waiting for you to arrive will take time, which Riku is doing by listening to Fukuide while you search. Thankfully, there is a light on her forehead in the shape of a bullseye. Tracing it from where she is to a high-rise building nearby, you can see what looks like a lumpy-headed alien in a hoodie pointing a large gun towards the crowd below. A similar lumpy-headed alien, in his own hoodie, is across the wide street in a different high-rise building. You can tell this is the spotter because he's got a pair of binoculars and seems to be speaking into a radio. It seems this is an intelligent mercenary operation, because he says the words 'the client' a lot, rather than speak about Fukuide directly. Revealing yourselves before you have the sniper under control might get him to shoot Laiha. Meanwhile, Fukuide is talking to Riku like he doesn't have a care in the world. Right now, he currently holds the cards, or so he thinks.
Riku Asakura	"Twenty years old, eh? Time really flies. I remember leaving you at the observatory like it was yesterday," Kei says to Riku. "What do you mean?!" Riku questions him, knowing full well that was where he was found as a baby. "Before I kill you, I wanted to tell you that twenty years ago I was the one who delivered you to that observatory." He pauses to look at Riku, who has a realizing look followed by a deeply troubled one, seemingly unable to talk. "I like that reaction. If an artist were here, I'd love to see that idiotic expression captured in a picture." Kei continues teasing Riku, seemingly not caring about the rest of the world around them. "Just what are you?" Riku asks, to the bemused Fukuide. "You should be worried more about what you are, boy. My objective is to gather the activated Ultra Capsules, but the Little Stars needed to activate them will only transfer to an Ultraman. That is why I proposed an idea to Master Belial. Why not create someone to aid in the activation of the capsules? He entrusted to me a sample of his genetic material, and in my laboratory, I created a lifeform with the potential to become an Ultraman, and that lifeform is you." "What are you talking about?" Riku asks again, maybe trying to draw this out, or maybe he really doesn't believe what Fukuide is saying. "Activating the Ultra Capsules?" "You... seem to think that becoming Ultraman Geed has made you some sort of superhero, but I was the one making you fight." "I... I chose to become Ultraman of my own free will!" Riku says, perhaps more desperately than he wanted to sound. "I manipulated you so that you would make that choice. Doesn't that make the Little Stars that pinned their hopes on you seem like such imbeciles?" Fukuide pauses to watch Riku seethe, unable to say or do anything... the words hitting harder than he would admit. "I have come here today to retrieve your Ultra Capsules. Thanks to your friends' interference, it has become a more urgent matter. It may not restore him to his full glory, but it will be enough to allow Master Belial to move to a new base of operations. Now, hand them over..." he doesn't ask, but commands as he holds out his hand. "No way!" Riku bites back, refusing to give up the Ultra Capsules. "If you don't, your friend will be shot," Kei Fukuide taunts. At this moment, the Sniper seems to be peeling off the hood of his hoodie from his head, his eye still in the scope of his sniper rifle instead of looking around himself. His other hand was still on the trigger, but the arm that was bracing it was off.
Petra Soroka	On a technical level, Petra is pretty well equipped to counter a hidden sniper threatening an innocent girl in the streets of downtown, at the command of some evil devil worshipping smug villain. In Petra's firm ideological worldview, a man should never be in a position of power, and she's not really pro-girls-getting-shot-dead-in-the-street either. She can loose a handful of ratbots to surreptitiously float between buildings and peer down towards the scene of Fukuide's confrontation with Riku, trying to ascertain what angles a sniper could possibly be using to see them. She can keep her transteam rifle subtly disassembled to either countersnipe the alien, or take advantage of its shorter range capabilities if she confronts them directly. She can quickly and efficiently breach a high rise, and rocket up to the top floors before a sniper could take the warning to escape, disabling them without any shooting openly in the streets. All of this is true, and yet, once the ratbot microphones start picking up the conversation between Fukuide and Riku, Petra has none of that on her mind at all. Clustered in the hiding place some distance away from the park to not be caught by Fukuide, Petra's tablet screen's focus swerves away from triangulating the angles of a sniper's possible approach, to instead zoom in on Fukuide's face, as Petra makes the most unwholesomely delighted gasp she's ever made. "Why not create someone to aid in the activation of the capsules? He entrusted to me a sample of his genetic material," "Hhhhhhhhhha--! Huh?! Are you serious?! Look, look, listen, are you kidding me?!" Petra thrusts her tablet into all the other Elites' faces, pointing emphatically at the guy on screen. "Guys, I kind of thought I was joking with this whole thing, but holy shit he's actually just banging Riku's evil dad! He's extracting genetic material from the fucking, de-powered vessel of the apocalyptic space devil! Am I the only one paying attention to this?!" "It may not restore him to his full glory, but it will be enough to allow Master Belial to move to a new base of operations." "Oh god I wanna know what else he's got to say so bad."
Sarracenia	Sarra makes her way here as fast as she can. But, unlike with most situations, she doesn't come in guns blazing and bob-ombs exploding. This is the sort of scenario she pictured when Petra and Lilian all but said they were going to kill her. She isn't -as- worried about that these days, but it does mean she's thought a lot about what to do in that sort of situation. So, when she arrives, she is actually not in her princess outfit. Instead, she arrives as quietly as she can, wearing a completely normal outfit. It's a blue denim jacket with a white undershirt, a knee-length red skirt, black leggings, and red tennis shoes. Her hair is still sort of princess-looking thanks to how she just tends to keep it styled, but her crown is nowhere to be seen. Her lotus hairpin is still in place though, as is her purse. Once she has made it into an alley, she reaches into her purse to deploy the other part of Queen Meresankh's gift. A drone! A gold and red ladybug drone. She tosses it up into the air, and it starts buzzing around, making its way upward to try and get a line on the sniper and spotter. The white part of her green eye turns entirely black as she is linked to the drone, and her tongue sticks out the side of her mouth in concentration as she flies it upward with mental commands. And so, the shiny metal laydbug floats its way up. It is just an innocent ladybug. Do not mind it. As she starts searching with the drone, Sarra radios to Riku quietly. <"Riku. Pega. I am here. I am going to try and find the sniper and stay out of sight myself. Fukuide knows my face."> she says as her own drone joins the ratbots in the sky, with much more focus on finding the snipers. And also trying unsuccessfully to ignore Petra. Her teeth clench as the tablet is thrust into their faces. "Is that really important right now?!" Sarra exclaims in her most exclamatory whisper.
Flamel Parsons	This is where Flamel can shine. While he keeps his clairvoyance running hot, tuning the screens of his van in to the nearest source of tension and catching flickers and flutters of the the disasterous killing intent (sans locale). "Come on, come on..." But, coming to a stop in an alleyway, he slams the van into park and pulls a lever. The antenna of his van rises, begins to spin. All the screens in the van begin to flicker through more minds... Specifically, this is a densely populated zone! Flamel can't risk invading Fukuide's mind, who knows what kind of gray alien anti-telepathy might get set off if he does mass-area clairvoyance or tries to get into the spotter's mind... but a gun is a gun is a gun! That had to get carried, by a person, to a location. And in a place so densely populated, it's impossible for that assassin to go un-seen at least once. Flamel begins to reach into every mind in the vicinity, bouncing astrally between a dozen, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand civilian minds, checking their internal psychic plane for all of their recent sensory information. Their psychic defenses are low, and he can thereby create an incredibly unethical surveillance state from practically nothing, all at once, and scan it for every humanoid shape anyone saw, holding any type of long or hardened container. He won't get an exact location. But he'll hopefully get approximate locations and trajectories, and that can help everyone else narrow their search for no risk at all. He rolls the van's window down, peering at the tablet. "There's a long, one might even say pedigreed history of alien invaders engaging in genetic-material harvesting. Towards humans, from humans, between each other -- really, the harvesting of genetic material is sort of a unique cultural gesture between conspiratorial alien organizations." He shakes his head. "It's honestly more like a social activity than an intimate one." He says, generally wrong.
Angela	Roland wasn't in the mood to engage in sniper combat so Angela has decided to come along today herself. It doesn't really feel like all this business is getting her closer to reaching Ultraman Belial but she supposes that's how Riku feels about it. So she has come along with Petra wearing the Magic Bullet EGO uniform but not presently summoning the rifle that goes along with it into her hands. With Magic Bullet, she's confident she can hit any target so long as she can spot the target. She doesn't have any particular rat bot minion that she can bring along unless she counts people who don't really want to get shot in the head, even if they'd survive it, but she reasons Roland's reluctance is due to her having worked him pretty hard lately. She does consider just shooting the 'spotter' so that the 'sniper' doesn't have one to 'spot' with, but the EGO's instincts are telling her that would be a good idea which makes Angela think it will be a bad idea because the weapon has the soul of a guy who killed all his loved ones and then lost his soul. Laiha isn't a loved one of Angela's but EGO can jump the gun some tof hte time. ''I manipulated you so that you would make that choice.'' Angela sighs. "I suppose these ultra capsules are important then." She looks to Petra. she shakes her head to reassure her that she's also pretty confident that Kei is banging Riku's evil dad. "Well, it will likely take us some time to find the other sniper. Maybe Riku will stall, allowing us to learn more." Once she's nice and properly crouched down she summons Magic Bullet into her hands. Angela has never actually directly personally killed anyone before though she has taken actions that have resulted in people dying in more indirect ways, such as locking doors that had to be open or assigning them to works that she knew would be fatal, and so on, but she's never done anything like shooting someone real with a gun. That's pretty new to her. Even the simulacrum of the false Tiphereth wasn't exactly ''real'' after all. But she seems relaxed about the idea.
Petra Soroka	"There's a long, one might even say pedigreed history of alien invaders engaging in genetic-material harvesting." "I'm something of an alien invader myself, you know." Heretra leans up against the alleyway wall outside Flamel's inconspicuous van, raptly attentive to her tablet. To Sarracenia, she retorts, "Everything is important all the time. What, do you know anything about his master plans or his history with Riku? Riku's learning about the forbidden love affair of his two dads right now. Don't you think that might be important? Are you trying to erase queer history?" "I suppose these ultra capsules are important then." "Maybe." Petra shrugs. "I don't even really know what they are. Energy orbs for aliens? Is that why they'll power up Belial?" She tip-taps away, swiveling the three-sixty degree view from the ratbots' cameras to try and spot which vantage points the sniper could be using. "Been reading Paradise Lost, by the way. Really wanna know why he's named 'Belial' specifically. He's kind of acting like a sneaky fucker now, but also he almost ended the world, so...? Who knows." "I dunno if we wanna be shooting out in the street like that, anyways, Ange. If you shoot someone, won't we immediately get shot dead the second after? Not to mention causing a scene."
Lilian Rook	<J-IC-Scene> Pega says, "Um, hello? If you can hear me um... Riku and Laiha are in danger. There's a sniper and Kei Fukuide and...so many people..." <J-IC-Scene> Angela says, "I see. You want a counter sniper?" <J-IC-Scene> (NPC) Pega says, "I um..." he sounds like he's panicing, "Um... yes? Please. Anything to stop the sniper...I don't know where the sniper is though..." <J-IC-Scene> Lilian Rook says, "I'm sorry? Is that some sort of kaiju?" <J-IC-Scene> Petra Soroka says, "Oh my god. A sniper? Like a whole ass gun?" <J-IC-Scene> (NPC) Pega says to Lilian, "No! No Kaiju!" to Petra, "Y-yes, he already took a few shots at Laiha." <J-IC-Scene> (NPC) Pega says to Lilian, "But there might be a Kaiju, Kei Fukuide is here and he can make them, I think." <J-IC-Scene> Petra Soroka says, giddy, "He can make them?!" <J-IC-Scene> Lilian Rook says, "I . . . How did . . . ?" <J-IC-Scene> (NPC) Pega says, "Um... yes!" <J-IC-Scene> Lilian Rook says, "Like, a gun that shoots bullets?" <J-IC-Scene> Lilian Rook says, "Bullets that kill you?" <J-IC-Scene> (NPC) Pega says, "Yes!" <J-IC-Scene> Lilian Rook says, ". . . Metal ones?" <J-IC-Scene> Lilian Rook says, "--Beg pardon, I'm on my way." Lilian wouldn't admit to feeling sort of embarrassed by the time she arrives; because, you see, that would be a psychotic thing to be fixated on while a woman's life is in imminent danger. The time she had spent underestimating the seriousness of the situation is bad enough already, in fact! But, because she had to hurry here with such severity, even leaving behind some of her work, anyone would forgive her for her pacing, her mild avoidance, her restless habits, and her needless throat-clearing and hair-tidying, which lasts up until someone else is far, far more embarrassing. 'Hhhhhhhhhha--! Huh?! Are you serious?! Look, look, listen, are you kidding me?!' "Petra can you please just focus?! Or do you want to go down as the girl whose brains are so rotted out by boy's love that she'd let another girl's brains hit the sidewalk?!" You can say that, Lilian, but you're sooooo close to laughing that anyone can tell. Disguising it as an angry exhalation or a sudden cough doesn't help. 'It's honestly more like a social activity than an intimate one.' Lilian claps her hand over her mouth (disgusted! appalled!) and strains to say (for the sheer offense of it!) "Parsons, if you think that's helping right now, you're wrong." Unfortunately for Lilian, her Concord allies acting like clowns doesn't absolve her of responsibility to protect the Paladins asset here, nor the innocent civilian; both uniquely her burden in this situation, as she realizes in a particular moment of bile fascination with Kei playing mindgames that are clearly kneecapping Riku's confidence while everyone is fussing about yaoi. §Aside from that stupid laser sight, it isn't sensible to assume I'll be able to see the gunshot before it hits the pavement; I don't know the rifle or the alien. Taking out the sniper immediately just means that the suit on the street is going to have to resort to using his own force; which means a kaiju in a heavily populated downtown area. Asakura won't do anything useful so long as the woman is in harm's way. Removing her without immediately taking out the leveraged threat creates confusion and potentially delays escalation for a moment. So . . .§
Lilian Rook	Lilian has made up her mind by the time she's done tying back her hair. She had planned to change into her armour, just in case of bullets, but her current plan doesn't care about that. "And, seriously?" she says, all of the agitation and uncertainty having dropped right out the bottom of her voice. She looks Sarracenia in the face, and says "Green?" just before disappearing. . . . And she doesn't even end up mysteriously out of sight either, actually. All she did was grab Laiha at some point and appear a couple of buildings down, still within sight of most of the Elites! Just not within sight of Kei, or Riku, or the sniper, because she's at the back alley instead of right out in the street. Not informing Riku is actually the point, too! It's just maybe a little worrisome that she then has to put a hand over Laiha's mouth and hold her still with her other arm in the six seconds it takes to say "Be quiet. Stay quiet. Don't let the sniper know where you are. Don't tip him off. You're being rescued. Stay quiet." in an intentionally repetitive patter-pattern to bludgeon through the average level of panic a normal person would probably feel about that.
Riku Asakura	The message from Sarracenia goes into Riku's ear, which almost forces him to smile. Thankfully, he recovers just narrowly to avoid tipping off Fukuide. Laiha is a bit more controlled than Riku is, her eyes searching the tops of the buildings where she thinks the sniper could be. Pega is nowhere to be seen... at first. Pega actually comes out of Petra's shadow. Well, just his head, really. Of course, that's just a pair of eyes on stalks and a large ribbed object with a yellow heart where his neck would be. "Um. Sorry for interrupting you, but being over there is scary. Um... is it really the best time to be discussing Fukuide and Riku's dad... like um... that?" He pauses and then, "He really did almost end the universe! I was uh... a baby when Belial did it, but like he ruined a lot of planets across the universe." For Flamel, there is no bloodlust per se, except for Fukuide himself. It's obvious that Fukuide /loathes/ Riku. However, the thoughts of two aliens who are here to murder someone stand out from the other humans. Also, given the angle of the mark on Laiha, it puts them somewhere on a roof. In a half-mile radius around Fukuide, there are only three buildings that are both tall enough and not too tall to make the sniper stand out. The Ratbots, if they are still searching, and Sarracenia's drone can search the locations quickly. It doesn't take them long to spot the sniper, while the spotter is in a different building across the street from it. They are Alien Bado's, and their lack of disguise probably means they aren't compliant with the AIB. This is one problem; the other problem is that if a Kaiju fight happens here, there are a lot of civilians in the way. There is almost no way to start evacuating civilians without alerting Fukuide that there are now elites here. Meaning he might do something drastic, either ordering the sniper to fire or transforming himself into a beast. Riku, on the other hand, knows he's got to stall for time. His throat tightens as he tries to think of something... anything. "What do you mean my friends have forced you to act early?" Riku is clearly struggling to hold off on handing over the Ultra Capsules. "The AIB, of course. They found out that I am a servant of Master Belial." Those who were there at the AIB sting know that they also possibly found out where Belial is, too. "Now, enough questions ha-" he starts to say before he notices something. Or rather, a lack of someone. Laiha is gone, which means so is his leverage. Laiha, to her credit, doesn't scream or shout, but she does tense up like a fighter just about to throw someone off of her. When she hears Lilian's voice, familiar because of both Riku and watching stuff happen in the Multiverse, she relaxes and nods to Lilian. Riku turns to face where Fukuide is staring, only to turn around and take a step back. There is still a sniper, of course, but people know where he and his spotter are. This is also tense because... "You know, without your friend there, this town will be reduced to rubble. It's a shame that all of these people's souls will be on your conscience!" The sniper on the roof gets a signal and starts changing his aim to a random person on the street.
Angela	''Energy orbs for aliens? Is that why they'll power up Belial?'' "All that time under observation and I suppose we didn't really know to ask the right questions. Which capsules are ideal for your health, what kind of orbs do you eat? Perhaps a sign of the facility's hesitancy to adopt alternate forms of analysis even for Outsider entities." But she's distracted by talk of Paradise Lost. "Oh! I've heard a great deal of Paradise Lost. It always seemed to be the sort of book that people talk about due to some famous passages but never really get around to reading." She frowns a little at the idea that someone's name might make them into an automatic fallen angel figure just by fate. "He was named Belial even when he was ''not'' evil, but perhaps it was just prophecy." She sighs. "He did seem interested in the making of the Riku, but I didn't expect him to completely give in to corrosion--and yet, from what I hear, he hasn't. It was just him. So I suppose it is a mystery that I am just curious about, but I've rarely found the answers to the mysteries to be ever satisfying, usually it is distressing, so I suppose I've been a bit reluctant to investigate." She holds her rifle in her lap as Petra mentions that it would make a scene. "...Would we get shot dead?" She frowns a little. "Is our goal to take the snipers prisoner to interrogate? If so, I have prepared the incorrect tool, but I can move us in a hurry should it come to it." ''Pega actually comes out of Petra's shadow.'' Angela almost shoots Pega in the head but fortunately her sense of time does mean she has time to process a sudden head poking out of a shadow before firing a weapon. She stares at him for a moment and then reaches out with her foot like she's about to shove Pega back down into the shadow with it. ''I was uh... a baby when Belial did it'' Angela pulls her foot back. "I want to know the specifics and I am certain I can only get them out of Belial himself. We worked together before. I have no reason to trust a baby's memory." "It seems you've found the target. I ought to be able to take us there."
Sarracenia	Sarra blinks in surprise as Pega emerges from a shadow, and again as Lilian appears with Laiha. She huffs in annoyed appreciation of Lilian's time powers. At least Laiha is safe. And is gradually losing control of her volume as the Torturous Trio goes full in on her /in the middle of a terrorist situation/. "Are you serious?! -That- is what you are focusing on?! Right now?! Not everything is about you, Lilian!!" Sarra screams both out loud and into the radio. "Sniper found!!" she shouts suddenly, and pulls out a Bullet Bill power-up. "Perhaps focus on that!!" she screams angrily before she leaps upward, then starts wall-kicking her way up quickly and out of the alley. Once she is clear, she is engulfed in an explosion, and a car-sized Bullet Bill comes rocketing out and arcs toward the sniper. Meanwhile, the red and gold ladybug divebombs them. The ladybug can't really fight at all, but Sarra can't stop time and isn't lightning fast, so she needs some way to distract them until she can rocket her way in. Instead of impacting the building and possibly hurting people, she explodes in front of the sniper, trying to cloud their sightlines as she comes spiraling in, Silver gloves on and rapid firing fletchettes at that gun.
Petra Soroka	"He was named Belial even when he was ''not'' evil, but perhaps it was just prophecy." "Lucy, short for Lucifer," Petra burbles aimlessly. "I keep forgetting that you'd met the guy. I never did." "Or do you want to go down as the girl whose brains are so rotted out by boy's love that she'd let another girl's brains hit the sidewalk?!" "Noooooo! I'm focusing! I'm just multitasking! It's got two totally different parts of my brain engaged, so I'm actually working twice as hard!" You know, Petra's made it so clear where her interests in this world lie-- not yaoi, but she has been interested in Fukuide expressly for some time! For reasons even besides the boy's love! Really, it's not like people's dads are allowed to be sexual objects at all, so that's out of the question. She's just got ideological fascination with people who are devoted to some evil overlord in an ambiguously sexual way. Um. Sorry for interrupting you," Petra yelps in surprise, startling away from her own shadow. "Who the fuck are you?" It's not because she recognizes his voice from quite literally under an hour ago in the radio, but because he's got such a soggy and wimpy tone, that she quickly relaxes. "Look, man, it's work. If we can't chat on work time, then everything we do would be so boring. Also, it's, like, plot relevant." Now, Petra is actually capable of working while gossiping about the sex life of someone's evil dad. The ratbots are made for surveillance, and the angle they get on the world is totally different from what a person walking in the street would see. A sniper hiding out of sight from the average civilian is in plain view to a drone, and either Petra or Sarra eventually spot the guy with the gun. Petra zooms in on his weird lumpy head on her tablet, in awe for a moment. "Look at the size of that thing. He's calculating every trajectory in his head at once. He came straight here from sixty reps at the library." "Is our goal to take the snipers prisoner to interrogate?" Okay! Enough funny business now! The near-constant stream of jokes coming out of Petra's mouth has to come to an end at some point, and she actually does not want any random civilians dead on her watch. She beckons Angela around to join her as she circles through the alleyways towards the apartment complex that the sniper is hiding in. "No, our goal's to not die and to keep anyone else from dying and to ideally not turn this into a national incident. Riku's still supposed to be, like, secret, and all." Leaning back against the door that leads into the apartment building, the Silver floating by Petra morphs into a razor sharp hole saw, drilling around the handle of the door. The knob falls, and the door swings open, and Petra hurries up the stairs with Angela to the floor that the sniper's on. On the way up, she takes out her radio, trying to coordinate a simultaneous strike that'll keep Fukuide from being alerted to his backup being taken out. All the way up the stairwell, Petra raises up her transteam pistol while slowly and quietly easing open the roof access door. She whirls around the corner, shooting the sniper with a trio of energy bolts, then rushing over to grab him and duck behind his cover on the roof. From here, they should have a clean line of sight to the (hopefully distracted) spotter, so Petra points to direct Angela to shoot him from here.
Swords of Justice	A real gun with real bullets. Most Mages wouldn't openly admit that a weapon like that is actually terrifying, but Shirou's not hopped up on the arrogance and hubris to deny that this is a rather horrifying situation. He dies when he's killed now without Avalon and her, just like everyone else, and while that's the way it ought to be, putting himself in a situation that puts his life at risk should be the second thing he tries so he can at least pretend he cares about his own safety. Even if he was bulletproof, which he isn't, it doesn't change the fact that the target the sniper has chosen isn't. He turns his radio on again, hoping someone has an idea on what to do, but... <J-IC-Scene> Lilian Rook says, "We're operating at five hundred milli-wokes." He places a hand up on his earpiece to remove it, but Medusa, who had been standing beside him, grabs his hand and puts it back to his side. He lets out a frustrated but understanding sigh. At least for now, it sounds like the target is safe, but Medusa soon notices that the sniper is changing targets, and forces Shirou to look by simply grabbing and directing his head. Shoot. What do they d- Shirou doesn't have time to finish his thought as Medusa once again grabs him by the arm, pulling him into an alleyway she knows the spotter can't easily see. "We're waiting for an opening." She knows if she didn't say that, Shirou would honestly consider running up to the sniper and confronting them before they can do anything a valid strategy. She's actually right, Shirou was considering that, but now that he can't, he just wishes he could make his swords reach farther somehow...
Flamel Parsons	Flamel rubs the bridge of his nose. "For better or for worse," He says, laughing a little under his breath. "You're one of the least alien people I know. You just elevate strange substrates out of the human unconscious. You're more like a hollow-Earthenoid than an alien, I know you come from space but--" He jolts. They've made contact. And Fukuide's delivering his threat... He knows that posture. Just about to act. Delivering his ultimatums just before he deliveries his consequences. Flamel floors it out of the alleyway, lifting aside civilians telekinetically to give him the room to just barrel straight towards Fukuide. The first thing he attacks is Fukuide's clarity of focus. He uses this by way of a powerful parapsychic technique, where he manipulates a wheel and several levers to move multiple tons of steel all at once, and it's called "driving". He opens the door moments before the van careens into the side of the building, and vanishes, presumably jumping out of the thing. He's trying to impact the super-powered man roughly, or at least force him to dodge back away from Riku. But where did he invisibly jump out to?! As smoke clears, that question doesn't. Not unless you look very, very closely at the seatbelt still clicked into place on the driver's side seat. Flamel never bailed at all; one way or another Fukuide's focus is going to be broken and his impulse to summon the Kaiju will be right at the surface, ready for a shot of willpower. <GEEEEEED!> Flamel's telepathic voice calls out -- astrally pulling Geed, and anyone nearby he can manage, into the surface of Fukuide's mind! He's rushing, along with his ally, into the man's brain to try to fight with the idea of the monstrous kaiju! It won't be a great opportunity to gather information, sure, but it'll make sure the kaiju battle -- an inevitability -- is contained in Fukuide's psychic plane, at least temporarily. And it'll let Geed and anyone else fight at full power, with the civilians likely keeping their distance from a mundane, everyday (somewhat severe) van crash. Flamel flickers back into visibility, somewhat limp in the driver's seat.
Angela	Angela sighs as Sarracenia indicates she won't wait. She wishes she was so carefree. But then again, Sarracenia doesn't exactly seem all that happy does she? Maybe a bit of hesitation to pull the trigger, metaphorically or literally isn't such a bad thing. "I was a little surprised I was not named Lucifer. Or Lucy. But I suppose that would have been a bit too on the nose." "I don't recall him visiting." Angela jokes though maybe only Petra can tell it is one from her delivery. "I see, so open gunfire would be problematic because of political reasons." She rushes after Petra. She can run if she needs to, especially with the EGO augmenting. "Fortunately these are not normal bullets." She ducks down by Petra's suggested cover. In Elite activities, she knows to trust Petra's experience and instinct even if she doesn't understand the whole of the reasoning. She takes aim with the Magic Bullet--carelessness would disrupt its true power--and lets loose with a shot towards the spotter--A dark flame bullet pops through a portal before a second one appears, launching at an unexpected angle from underneath the spotter's chin.