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>A night like any other graces the Tending Staff of The Mongoose with its signature Alabaster Statue of the Mongoose sitting proudly in the center of the bar.
>General patrons and regulars line many of the side tables and booths situated and the bar counter has a scattered few seated.

| >A young man stands at the bar counter, a classic Bartender suit is on his person, outfitted with a pair of black gloves as well. His blond hair is swept to his left as he dries a glass as all good Bartenders do.

>A second Bartender walks around, collecting, making, and delivering additional drinks to those around in the booths. Her light chocolate skin tone attracts many looks as her heels clack against the floor, her one eye giving a hawk like stare back to many patron.

| >As the door swings open, a familiar female wearing a familiar Fuchsia-colored Fedora over her painted White Knight helmet walks in. She's covering her typical armor with a black hoodie and a pair of black jeans, though her armored boots shone through the bottom.
>She approached the counter, and sat at the bar on a stool to the far right of the counter, before calling out to the bartender nearest to her.
"Hey, is Jackson here? If he is, can you tell him a chummer is here?"

| (Wow, meant to say f.riend)

| >The blonde man nods quietly, without a word. He puts the cloth down as he takes the glass and slings it straight up at a slight curve behind him, causing it to slam against windowed room up above that watched the area. The glass itself somehow not breaking apart fell back down with the young man catching it and going back to drying it.

| >After a few moments, a door in the second floor opens, a man brimming with confidence, looking down on the bar a smirk on his face.
"Who's looking for the Boss Man!"
>He tells out walking down the steps looking around the bar.
>He eventually lands his eyes to the counter, catching someone he wasn't expecting to actually show up.
"Uh. Oh!"
>He jumps over the railing on the side, landing near by.
"Hey you. Really wear that get up everywhere, huh?"
>He almost sounds disappointed.

| "Well, secret identities are a thing for a reason, you know. The only people that have seen me for me are other Wardrobers and family."
>She opens up her facemask halfway to reveal the lower half of her face, showing the silvery smoothed metal of her Lilim mouth, as she smiled.
"Well? I'm here for that drink, and just to chat. Like the first time, remember?"

| >>364938
>Jackson smirks a bit.
"Yeah yeah, I'm sure I can get the mask fully off with enough time."
>He winks, taking to the counter itself.
"Gerard, I got her to myself, alright"
>The other blonde wordlessly nods and takes further down the bar a little, so as not to bother them.

>Jackson takes his attention to F once more.
"What'll it be? I'm buying."

| "Well, what do you recommend, Mr. Bartender?"
>FF sounds much less reserved than she normally does. It seems natural to her, which is odd given her normal state of urgency, but she seems very calm, relaxed even.
"It's gonna take a lot of drinks to make this hero show her face. If I just showed everybody I claimed to trust my secret identity, you wouldn't know me as Fuchsia Fedora."

| "I might be able to hit that threshold. But I understand, Miss Hero."
>He sets his mixer to run two drinks, both a purple drink in a scotch glass, a white streak through the drink Is also seen.
"Midnight Streak. A Custom Drink we make with my name as the order."

>He smiles with a nod as he tosses his glass forward.
"To our recent success, by the way."

| >FF tips her hat to the mam with a smile.

"Yeah, working with Black Collars sure was a thrill, I suppose. Didn't quite go down how I thought it would, but you never know."

>She sighed as she looked at the drink he was making.

"What's in the drink?"

|

| >The drink itself has a distinct, yet not overpowering sweetness of Black and Blue Berry. It has a kick to it, but otherwise goes down smooth, upon your first taste.
"Trade secret. Can't be giving out the ingredients of a Signature Drink, but just know that I know what I'll doing."
>He sets the second glass in front of Fuschia before taking his first drink.
"And yeah, I agree. I was expecting way worse..."
>He looks at his left arm.
"Any word from him, by the way?"

| Hi

| "So you could say those ingredients are a secret identity of a drink?"
>FF smirks and takes a drink of her newly-made drink, and smiles.
"Well, its just as good without knowing what's in it. Which is to say, its pretty good!"
>Maybe he would take the hint, maybe not, if anything it was funny.
"And no, I haven't heard from him again yet. Personally I wouldn't mind that. I don't know how well I trust those guys. They're a very powerful oddball."

| >He smiles gently to the taste of his signature drink.
"You could say that. Bartenders gotta have secrets too..."
>Jackson takes a moment to consider her words.
"Powerful, huh? I mean, he seemed pretty ripped and whatnot but could he really be the ONE representative to a whole group and be able to do everything himself? He didn't seem like too much..."

| "Good point, but then again, they've got magic. Freaking magic, man! What the hell am I supposed to do against that if it turns on the city? Not really my area of expertise. It kinda turns things on its head you know?"
>FF takes another sip of her drink, and smiles.
"But I'm not here to talk about hero-er, work stuff. It was rude of me to lie to you the first time we met, so this time I am actually, legitimately here just to drink, have a good time and talk to you."

| "Yeah, you're telling me... But I feel like it explains some things. But you're right. Let's keep it more casual. Don't worry about lying either, you had your reasons."
>Jackson states with a tap as his glass sits onto the counter, half-Filled.
"Please do enjoy yourself as a guest though, tonight. First things first, F, why Fuschia, and why Fedora? I understand a lot of colors were taken already, but I don't typically put a Fedora in my wardrobe."
>He says with a small grin.

| "Well, the hat, the fuchsia-colored fedora, is a leftover from a previous life. Becoming a Wardrober was a very...impulse decision. I sorta just looked in the closet and wanted to pull out something that stood out, and besides the literal suit of armor it was the most notable thing. It just stood out."
>FF smiled as she took a drink.
"Alright, 10 questions it is then. Go ahead, you get to ask the next 9."

| "Or wait, I'm supposed to ask one after you ask one, I forgot. Its been a while since I've done anything besides work. Being a vigilante is a full-time job as they say."
>FF smiled.
"So I suppose I'll ask you about the name. Why do you go by Jackson and not Ashley? I've heard much stranger names, trust me. Ashley isn't really that bad."

| >Jackson nods at the explanation as he listens.
"I getcha. I mean, I'd have probably chose something else but hey, if it works and gets your name out."
>he takes a drink as he gets his own question.
"I got made fun of a lot as a kid for havin' a Girl's Name. That or people would call me Assley or something like that too. Jackson is pretty cool sounding for a bartender too, if I do say so myself."

"So, my turn. Question 2: what caused you to join the WK in the first place?"

| "Well, actually that's sort of a long story that would involve me talking about things that I, at this time, am not willing to talk about. The shortest version of it is I wanted to help people and I was okay at hacking, and I also didn't want to show my face to anybody, so I figured I'd be able to help people, using a skill I sorta-kinda knew, and I could sit behind a desk and not tell people who I was while I did it."
>FF slammed the rest of her drink, setting down the glass.

| "But as we both know, the WK didn't help people much. Most of the job was just desk work."
>She tapped the glass.
"May I have another? Is that okay? I don't want you to spend too much on me, I'll pay for my own if you want."

| "Hmm. Seem to a theme about your face being hidden. You're pretty shy, underneath the mask I'll bet."
>He smiles as his mixer produces another pair of drinks, this one had a lime green color, and was almost sparkling in the glass.
>It'd taste like a shock of sour followed by a hard hit of alcohol taste. He grimaced a little after his first first drink of it, then finished his other.
"This one is Nuclear Bangladesh. Gerard over there made it."
>He gestures to the other tender.

| "He's mute but he used to be very outgoing and overactive and loud before he lost his tongue. Still pretty extroverted though."
>The other tender looked over slightly and continued serving the guests over on that side, spinning a tablet around he used to write on."

"Anyway, your next question, F."

| "Ohoho, you're psych profiling me now? If that's the case, maybe I'll play the silent game with Gerard over there."
>FF smirked, taking another sip of her drink.
"That's my question. You do that a lot? Psychologically profile people you talk to and get to know? You seem to know a lot about your bartenders too."

| >He smiles wistfully, a small chuckle leaving his lips.
"Your lack of denial is more than enough to tell me everything, F. But don't go with Gerard, he's a little awkward around women, and more so around Lilim. I'd hate to have him riled up."
>He takes another drink, through a squinted eye before an exhale.
"I do. Our Bartending here is all about learning our customer's rhythm, habits, etc. We like 'em all comfortable when they're here."

| "And on my bartenders, I'd be a pretty bad owner if I didn't know them like the back of my right hand. I'd consider them all friends too."
>He smiles as he sets his glass down.
"I'll let that all count as one question, since I'm so nice. Ball's in my court now; have ya met the other Wardrobers? What're they like?"

| >FF's happy smile instantly turned into a grim, stark frown.
"That's...I'm not quite at liberty to talk about that. As far as anybody else knows, I'm the only living Wardrober left, remember? All the other ones have been killed. Shouldn't talk about the dead."
>She ran her finger around the rim of her glass, before picking it up and taking in a large gulp of the green drink.
"Definitely put more alcohol in this one. Not bad, though!"
>She then lightened back up, and smiled again.

| "That brings up my next question. How'd you come to own this bar?"

| "Hmm. Alright then, I'll take that as myself just being rude."
>he states, setting up the next drink. This one, an almost solid black drink now, and only one glass, just for Fuschia as Jacksom continues to finish the green heavy hitter.
>The taste of the new one was indefinable, oddly enough.
"This is the Black Out. Genie's drink. She insists this one stay as her signature, as she feels it defines her best."

| >He keeps in kind with the smile, resting his arms on the counter in front of Fuschia.
"Truth be told, it's my grandfather's. He has already written my name for ownership once he passes."
>He takes a little bit of time.
"He's currently away on business at the moment. Retrieving parts from a salvage site far out of the country."

"So... were you originally built and designed here in Glitch or are you originally from elsewhere. I recall you mentioning your build year vaguely too."

| "My intelligence-jeez, that sounds so weird to say now, I felt so much more like a coded AI instead of a person back then-was created here in Glitch City. Since it was created, I've been in 5 different Lilim frames over my lifetime. I have a total age, if we're counting every lifetime I've lived, of roughly 50 years I think, I don't remember exactly. All here in this city."
>FF clinks her cup to her lips again, looking at Jackson.
"So? Am I cute for being 50? That's the question."

| >He listens while nursing the rest of the abysmal Sour drink.
"I see. Genie is on her second body, after complications with the previous one and her internal coding."
>He sets his glass down, in minor surprise at the question, his blushed face now unsure whether it was due to the alcohol shows his initial intent.
"I..."
>He collects himself.
"I'd say yeah. I like older women."
>He states, confidently, smirking.

| "Older women? Listen to you stumbling over your words as I call your bluff! As if my frame doesn't look a fraggin day over 25!"
>FF begins to burst out laughing at Jackson's expense with a smile.
"Totally worth it. Not a waste of a question at *all*!"

| >He is taken aback slightly, but regains composure as he sets up another drink for himself.
"Yeah, the frame can be as young as you want and all, but I'm looking for the beauty of intelligence. That's what I mean."
>He smirks as a fiery red drink is produced from the mixer, droplets rest in the spicy drink.
"What about me? Am I considered handsome enough to be a ripe pick for the local hero of Glitch City?"

| "Heheh, well you're definitely...not despicably ugly."
>FF snickered, as she tried the new drink.
"Mmm, not bad! A bit spicy for my tastes though, honestly."
>She sets it down as she then gets a notification on her deck in her arm. She turns it down, but is then bombarded by 6 more notifications. She sighs.
"Hold on, I gotta take this, I'm sorry."
>She apologizes sheepishly as she looks at the datapad on her arm. Her smile turns into a grim frown.
"Damnit. Why now, of all times..."

| >Jackson crosses his arms at the comment initially, but watches her as she takes her messages.
"Something needing saving, Hero?"
>He asks a bit more seriously.

| "N-no, no this isn't a hero thing. Its fine..."
>FF trails off as she looks at the messages.
"She'll be okay..."
>She mumbles underneath her breath as she taps the bar counter and takes another drink.
"And because I'm nice I'll let you go again, since I can't really think of any questions at this moment."
>She attempts to smile again and look back to Jackson.

| "Hmm... The drink is called the Firecracker, by the way. It's Valerie's drink."
>Jackson nods to the woman serving the tables as He sips his own drink for a few moments.
"You know, it's a lot harder don't this to you since you have to keep more personal details to yourself. I can infer a number of things but there's still stuff I want to talk about that's definitely more private."

>He takes another moment.
"Who's the person messaging you? If you're willing to answer."

| (- dont this to you)
(- to do this for you)
(Holy hell what lmao)

| "That's private."
>FF hits him with the immediate shutdown, before slamming the rest of her other drink in one go, clinking the glass back down on the counter.
"Sorry, that's just some really personal stuff. Not personal to Fuchsia Fedora, personal to me."
>She grabs the new drink, and prepares to take a sip-
>SLAM!
>The doors swing open, as a small lady covered in a large hoodie and some turquoise, skin-tight leggings and turquoise high heels stumbles in, covering her face.

| >FF turns around, before gasping in surprise as she runs to the girl. She is holding her stomach, with a...Turquoise-colored trilby in her hand?
"Oh my-"
"So were you just gonna fucking ignore me, eh? You know I only call if its an emergency!"
"Not here, not here!"
>In a panicked state, FF turns to Jackson.
"D-do you have a back room I can take her to?! Please?!"
>FF wraps her arm around the girl as she tries to help her walk. The girl seems to be bleeding from her face.

| "Fuck a back room, I need a goddamn ambulance! Motherfucker stuck me with some needle and now I can't feel my body! I don't know what it is but I feel fucking sick and you're currently colored blue when I know that hat is fuchsia so I think I'm dying and WHY IS NOBODY HELPING GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE THAT ASSHOLE COMES BACK!?"
>Angry, drugged with something, looking pretty dolled up and clearly not a hero, how could this injured girl know Fuchsia Fedora?

| >At first Jackson is surprised at how hard that no was, but as the scene played out, he felt he immediately sobered up as his instincts kicked in.
"DRINKS ARE OVER!"
>He calls out hopping the bar
"Hey, Gerard! Prep the backroom for some privacy and first response!"
>At the command, the mute almost immediately follows through after serving the drink he was working on first with a professional speed.

| "Valerie, get on the line and respect her request to an Ambulance in my setting!"
>The second command as Jackson strides forward to Fuschia and her acquaintance, rolling the sleeves up on his shirt and loosening the tie and top button.
"Hey, Turquoise Gal it's not in my policy to leave the wounded out on the doorstep. Answer me this, was the guy following you as ya ran?"
>As his left sleeve is rolled up, there is a very noticable white sleeve the covers his entire arm and hand.

| "DID YOU NOT JUST FUCKIN' HEAR ME?! LOCK YOUR DOORS, YES HE'S COMING!"
>The girl, still clearly furious, is stumbling as she is quickly losing the ability to walk, her steps getting weaker and more weight being put on Fuchsia Fedora. FF's actuators begin whirring.
"Its okay, it'll be okay, come on now, we'll get you help."
>FF is clearly struggling, and she turns to Jackson.
"You-UNNH!-get the doors, tell me where the back room is, I'll get her there."

| >The sound of a *lot* of repeated gunshots can be heard approaching the Alabaster Mongoose, as well as a man yelling at the top of his lungs:
"GET YOUR SWEET ASS BACK HERE, DADDY ISN'T DONE WITH YOU YET!"

| "I'd appreciate you not shouting orders to me, Lady."
>He looks to the girl before turning around and approaching the Mongoose statue, pressing a button underneath as the music cuts and the lights go red.
"PATRONS, Irequest any not wanting to get caught up into anything to follow through the right back door to head into the basement!"
>He looks at Fuschia as the statue lowers itself into the floor and covers itself up.
"F, Backroom is to the left of the bar. Gerard will help."

| >Valerie, after getting her call done comes to Jackson to whisper to him he nods and waves her off as she heads upstairs to the manager's office.
"F, I'll handle it from here. He walks to the bar counter and sits atop it as shutters begin covering over the windows to the bar, the front door noticeably unprotected still."

| >Many of the patrons follow Jackson's instructions, some of them looking worried others looking excited, clamoring about watching "The Boss Work" as they exit and head for the right side door behind the bar

| >FF nods as she continues to take the new girl up to the back room Jackson told her about.
>Suddenly, a man about 6'3" and built like a brick holding a machine pistol attempts to put his foot through the door.
"GET YOUR SWEET ASS BACK HERE! I PAID FOR 4 HOURS!"
>The hurt girl, now scared and angry, makes no sound as she is carried to the back.

| >>368435
>As you reach the back you find Gerard waiting with a prepared cot for the woman to lie down. Instructions had been written down on a board which he held up for them to read.
"Remain calm and rest sir or lady."
"Professional medical services will arrive soon."
"My phone is outside on accident please ask yes or no questions."

| >the doors to the bar slam open and hit the walls as the large brute walks in. Jackson can be seen sitting atop the bar counter, his drink from earlier retrieved as he takes a drink upon seeing the man.
"Sorry big guy, but you've entered somewhere that doesn't apply at!"
>He tells across the way, about 40 ft off, examining the machine pistol itself followed by the man's appearance.

"I'd be more than happy to fill the next 15 minutes of your time though."

| Deep ar

| >>368697
>The injured girl looks up at the mute, then back to FF in confusion.
"What, he can't fucking talk?! You know there's augments for that now!"
"Would you >>>just be quiet already?!"
"Oh fuck you too, this wouldn't be happening if you didn't ignore me!"
"How did you even find me? Have you got a tracker on my suit or something?"
>The girl went silent.
"Oh, for FUCKS sake-"
"Well how the hell else am I supposed to find you if something like this happens and you ignore me?!"

| >FF sighs heavily and turns to Gerard.
"Can you take her? I need to help Jackson-"
"What, you're gonna leave me with HIM?! How long have you known him, huh?"
"Like 15 minutes. He'll keep you safe."
"You BITCH!"
>FF set the girl up on the cot and ran back out, hopping the stairwell back down to Jackson.
"Stop right there, psycho."
>She holds her electro-club and her taser-shotgun at the ready, prepared to take down the invader.

| >The man grunts.
"Heheheh. Why you two trying to protect a stupid whore, anyway? Just trying to dick her down is all, I paid, and its legal-"
"You drugged her! You stuck her with something and its killing her!"
"It was just a tranquilizer. I paid the premium, I'm allowed to do that."
"You DISGUSTING PIG!"
"HAHAHA, stop it! Or I'll blow a nut right no-AAH!!"
>FF shot the man in the head with her taser-shotgun. Despite it being nonlethal, enough blows to vitals could kill...
"Bitch."

| >FF, now much more angry and less noble than she normally is, walks over to the man who now laid on the ground, twitching and yelling, as electric rods of tungsten that pierced the man's eye, gouging it out, continue to administer full-body stunning shocks.
"Pricks like you are the reason I became a hero. You're lucky I'm wearing this suit, because the real me would have no qualms killing you right now."
>She kicked him in the sid, as sirens could be heard coming down the street.

| >About as fast as it happened, he just sat there. He could feel the groans of his patrons as he finishes off his previous drink and tossed the glass aside, crashing into shards as he gets off his bar counter, walking over to the pair, sighing.
"You know, F, as Owner it's more understandable /I/ handle these things."
>He pulls his pack of cigarettes and places one in his mouth.
"Those rods turn off? I'd prefer if he didn't die from electrical frying on my floor."
>He spoke dryly."

| >As though she was trapped in a different mindstate before, F shook as she looked around at what was going on.
"I...I didn't mean to go that far..."
>She tried to calm herself, and she pressed a switch on the gun that turned off the shocking, as the man groaned and passed out after the repeated screaming and twitching. She walked over and removed the slug of tungsten rods from his eye, leaving behind a bloody pit where his eye used to be.
"That was...I lost control, I..."

| >She looked down at the man, and noticed the sirens.
"Fuck! Cops are here!"
>She quickly grabbed the body, and struggled significantly as she tried to hold the front door open and toss the body outside.
"No, no this won't work."
>She huffed as she looked around.
"The cops can't find her. The girl who came in. Nor can they find me, for that matter. They need to just find him."
>She thought out loud to herself for a moment, before turning to Jackson.
"I'm so sorry for all of this..."

| "I really did plan on just having a good time with you tonight..."
>FF turns to the body.
"Legally, he's in the right. Its fucked up, but if he really did pay the premium..."
>She groans.
"They probably won't even arrest him. He'll be let back out on the streets and they'll search for ny friend, even though she's the victim here. He needs to be dealt with some other way, and fast, before the cops get here. Either that, or we all need to get the hell out of here, like now."

| >Suddenly, F begins to clutch her head.
"Shut up! Not, NOW!"
>Breathing heavily, if she were organic, it would look as though F was having some sort of panic attack. Who was she talking to?
"This isn't okay...Fuck, I fucked up..."

| "F, take our big-ass friend here up through the manager's office upstairs and take the elevator to the 4th floor. It's classified as residence and can't be accessed without permit. Valerie will help you upstairs. Honestly, if the dumbass is shooting his gun in the streets before getting here, they'll probably be here on that disturbance more than anything."
>Jackson steps past her to the doors of his establishment. Turning to her, he winks as he closes the doors.

| >The lights in the establishment go back to their yellowish tint lighting as he closes the door and the Mongoose statue pulls itself from the depths of the floorboards as well.

>>In the back, with Gerard a couple of men walk in wearing Black EMT uniforms. He utilizes his hands to gesture and 'speak' to one of them as the second comes to the Turqoise Gal,
Medical Case in hand.
"Aw'ight Sweethawt, wut we got tonigh'?"
>The EMT speaks in an odd accent.

| >>369201
>FF, not sure what to do, just does what Jackson says, and begins to drag the body over to the stairs.
"T-thanks, Jackson..."
>She struggles over to Valerie to try and get him up the stairs.

>Meanwhile...
"Drugs. Not the good kind. Some asshole stuck me with a needle and now I'm fucking dying and I can't feel my torso, or legs, or anything really besides my face, which'll probably lose function here in a minute and WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING YET?!"
>She...is not kind.

| >>369782
"Hey, Hero Girl!"
>Valerie's heels clack at each step as she comes down to help lift the large man onto her own shoulder so they both could carry him up. Despite her professional demeanor she seemed rather capable le in her own right as you both manhandle the incapacitated man upstairs.
"Nice to meet you, name's Valeria, don't ask about the eye"
>She states under the strain of the large man, as she points to her eyepatch.

| >Employee Backroom.
"Nervous system goin' dahk eh? Keep ya' panties on if ya' still got 'em,"
>The EMT says as he looks at Gerard, shakes his head and back to the girl as he opens his medical case taken actions into first medical care and first aid.
"Pretteh sure ya're just injected witha muscle relaxant lotta gals like you end up seein'. Good news, non-lethal, so calm ya ass, bad news, gonna 'ave ta ride it out."
>He takes a moment to clean up the injection site as he explains.

| "Now, luck-ly they make a reeeal noice impact on ya sleep schedule. If ya ain't too afraid of needles, here we go."
>Almost without noticing, he had setup and had a solid hold of the girl's arm and a needle had already stabbed into a vein and shot its contents in.
"Yell at me all ya like, because in two minutes ya'll be out cold Lassie."

| >>369885
"Okay, I won't. Thank you Valeria."
>FF lifts the man up the stairs with Valerie, bringing him to the elevator and sending him up to the 4th floor.
>>369887
"OKAY, NHOW THATFGHSZ JUHSTH FHUKKED UPH-GAAAH DHAMNHITH!"
>The girl quickly seems to lose function of her mouth, though from what is unsure. She then suddenly begins to pass unconscious, though not without lack of effort. Her vitals would start to look very strange now, as her heart beat started to accelerate...

| >The EMT starts watching the pulse as he checks his case for a syringe.
"Aight, Jamison, get ya 'ands reddy, if she goes we'll hafta sick 'er"
>He checks her vein as he readies the syringe sticking it effectively in and not too far.
"This should 'elp the tachycard'ya here, but 'er condition could go flat looking on us..."
>Jamison removes his gloves revealing his augmented hands as they have a dull him to them while being rubbed together.

| >4th Floor
>Valerie herself had managed to beat into the loft apartment of Jackson.
"I'll find a chair!"
>She lets go of him as she steps into the loft looking for a stable chair to sit the brute in. As she finds one she sets it in the middle of the room. She then runs into Jackson's work shop room.

| >>371321
>If the EMT was observent, he would find the spots they were sticking the needles was quickly turning a reddish-yellowish color,indicating a sort of allergic reaction rash that is continually getting worse.
>>371322
>FF quickly set the man down in the chair, with a large vocal heave. She turns to Valerie.
"I have to go make sure the EMT isn't accidentally killing my friend, I'll be right back!
>Then, just as quick as she got there, she got back downstairs via the elevator.

| >As she came back down to the bottom floors, FF quickly rushed back to the EMT and her now knocked-out friend, who's condition seems to be worsening.
"Silicone! She's allergic to silicone, deadly allergic! Its in the needles you use! I forgot to tell you earlier, I'm so sorry, but DON'T stick her with those any more and get her an epi-pen right now or she'll die in 15 minutes!"
>She watches frantically as the Turquoise Gal's vitals continue to spike.

| >The attention is turned directly to FF as she busts through the door.
>The consulting EMT crouched at Turquoise Gal gives FF a flat look as he reaches into his case.
"Lady, Gotta say I know what I be doin'."
>He spins out a blue and orange vial while his tone stays steady.
"I'mma professional, Lady."
>The pen goes directly into Turquoise's left thigh.
"As an EMT, we are prepared for a anything, Silicone, unfortunately more viable to use in these needles."

| >4th Floor.
>Valerie smiles as she watched GF leaves retrieving a large number of restraints for the large man who then proceeded to be tied down to the chair.

| (FF*)

| >>372828
"I-I know! I was...just scared for my friend."
>As the medication begins to seep in to her leg, Turquiose Gal begins to stabilize. Her vitals are returning to normal, and the pock marks where they stuck her with the needles.
"T-thanks...Now I'm gonna go back upstairs. Keep...doing what you're doing."
>FF then ran, as fast as she could, back up the stairs. Clearly, she was stressed out of her wits at this evening, because when she got there, she sat down on the floor.

| >She leaned her head back against the wall and let out a loud groaning sound.
"I just wanted a peaceful night with a friend, damnit. Now there's a perv strapped to a chair upstairs and my sister strapped to a stretcher downstairs. What the fuck, can't I get a damn night off?!"

| >>373895
"Lives of heroes show no relief, my lady."
>Valerie finished binding the restraints and begins on first aid procedures to the Pervert Man's eye and face.
"Though, if I may, this seems unrelated to your usual work and just poor happenstance...."
>Valerie turns to her after cleaning the blood away and begins to prep disinfectant padding.
"What is your connection to Boss, however? It is exceptionally rare he doesn't mention special acquaintances to us."

| "Who, Jackson? He's a friend of mine, we helped eachother on a mission that involved two psychotic murderers who killed one of the bartenders here, and many others. I came to him for info, he told me he'd only help if he could come with, so he did. Him and Genie both proved extremely valuable that mission. When we first met and I was picking his brain for info, he said something along the lines of 'I was hoping you were actually here for a nice chat', so I wanted to give him that."

| >Ignoring the previous comment about her work FF stands up and walks over to the man to examine his eye and help fix him up.
"Jeez, I really went overboard on this guy..."
>She walks over to Valerie and holds her hands out.
"I should be helping too. This entire thing is my fault, so I'm the one who should be doing this. A hero needs to hold themselves accountable when they make a mistake, not wallow in self-pity."

| "Hmm. That sounds like him and Genie. This bar gets a bit of trouble but all of us here are mostly ex-pmcs, with the exception of... well. Yeah. You should be able to guess..."
>Valerie states.
"Jackson had been planning on going into the scenario alone, from what Genie has mentioned offhand. Lucky you came when you did."
>Valerie does smile at the offer for help, however.
"You're off the clock, right? As far as I know, I haven't seen anything."
>She closes her eye as she smiles.

| "Well thanks, I appreciate it, but I'm never actually off the clock when it comes to this, just temporarily on break time, heheh."
>FF smiles under her mask at the comment.
"But thank you. I mean it though, let me help, I can do it. It'll help me not stress myself out with everything else. Could you get Jackson up here though please? I can handle this, but he deserves an explanation at this point."
>She begins to pour disinfectant on a cloth, and goes over to apply it to Perv Man.

| "Hmmm. I like your attitude. I'll go see if he's done with the GCPD that must have come by. I'll send him up this way if he is."
>Valerie does indeed take the gesture well and let's FF have her time to help while fetching Jackson.

| >Jackson rushes in and slams his door behind himself as he walks up to the restrained man and FF.
"Valerie filled me in a little bit. Who's the girl downstairs first off."
>He sounded more serious than he usually pulls off, examinin more than likely due to the stress of talking the GCPD down and pulling the wool over their eyes.

| "She's...Well, for all intents and purposes, she's my younger sister. The parents I had, who helped me mature my AI, also had her. She's actually their kid, of course, but we were both raised together. Her name is Emilie."
>FF continued to pour more disinfectant on a patch, as well as another bottle she had that didn't come from the first aid kit, and she stuck it in Perv Man's eye somewhat frantically, cleaning the wound.
"Next question?"

|

| "I see... That at least explains how on point your aim was, at least..."
>Jackson muses a bit looking over the man.
"Any idea who this fuckin' jobber guy is? I ain't seen or heard nothing of him myself. Seeing as you're the hero here maybe you got a clue?"

| "I know he's a fucking pig that frequents less-than-ladylike establishments as a patron. He pays for girls to follow him as escorts, roleplays different scenarios and beats them up in different ways and pays extra for insurance. He's a fraggin suit in QUINCY's retinue, and I've been looking for a way to put him for a while, but there's no laws protecting prostitutes anymore."
>FF gives a smug look at the man.
"So yeah. I know him. Guy's a prick, deserves worse than this."

| "Quincy ehh? Any chance he's legitimately worth anything though? What are the chances you'll let me have Gerard punish him? He's really good at that sort of thing. Or get information on anything?That'd be worse than just what you did. Really hard to keep quiet against a man who won't talk to you, surprisingly."
>He chuckles a little bit and shakes his head.
"I don't mind him not getting that treatment though, it's your call."

| "You know, I was hoping you wouldn't come back in there and give him the business like that. I was wanting to give some new equipment a shot that I've been developing since the Midnight Train Area happened..."
>Jackson states.

| >FF looks at the man, as she stuffs the cloth into the eye and leaves it there.
"As a hero, it isn't my duty to torture people..."
>She sighs as she kicks the ground beneath her.
"...But, it of course isn't up to me to try and control how other people do business. If something were to *happen* to him, I of course would not be *happy,* but I suppose its unavoidable at times, especially when dealing with somebody who's made as many enemies as this man."
>She turned to Jackson.

| >She opened her face plate fully, and revealed a smooth-textured Lilim face, with bright green eyes and the slightest inkling of pink hair inside the sides of the helmet.
"My name is Catherine. You've helped me enough times to be allowed to know. I trust you, just as I trust your judgement with what you will do with this man."
>She gave a soft smile, before her mouth opened up into a snicker.
"Still doesn't count as you getting the helmet *off* though of course."
>Catherine winked.

| >The face plate closed, as she looked back at the man in the chair.
"I'm going to accompany my human sister to the hospital. As far as I'm concerned, I never saw this guy here. Maybe you'll be able to test your equipment after all."
>She smiled inside her mask as she turned to leave the room, but not before turning back to Jackson.
"One day, one of these days, we *will* be able to just drink in peace."
>She waved, before leaving the room.

| >>376763
>Upon seeing her face finally, he goes slightly pink in the cheeks, before he's finally able to speak, after her second comment.
"Just keep beating me to the punch, why don't ya'..."
>He waits a little bit as she explains her next moves listening intently to her words and watching her movements before she waves off.
"I'll be looking forward to it!" He yells out to her, sure she would hear it through the door"

| >He looks back to the large man who's disinfected yet not properly cared for still and proceeds to walk to a small intercom button near the front door.
"Hey Val. We've got some trash to take out.
>"Gerard has work, I assume?"
"Yeah. Get him up to take the big ass guy to The Room and dispose of him after. If he goes to the GCPD he'll be out in a week looking for us, and F."
>"Right away, Boss."

| Epilogue:

| >Fuchsia Fedora goes back downstairs to find Emilie and see if they've loaded her into the ambulance yet when, to her surprise, the EMT is asleep and strapped to the stretcher!
>"Did you do it?"
>FF grits her teeth in anger as she looks upon the sight.
>Emilie comes from around the corner, wearing an EMT uniform and somewhat limping.
"You told me he stuck you with something-"
>"And he did. It was as the EMT said, just a muscle relaxer. I used to eat painkillers in my breakfast."

| >"But you remember that, don't you sis?"
"You lied to me."
>"I'm sorry! You wouldn't have poured that liquid into his eye socket otherwise! I had to have you believe me to make you help me-"
"Emilie-"
>"No no, don't worry. He will die, but it won't be painfu-"
"EMILIE!"
>"Jeez, keep your voice down, don't want to alert the neighborhood that you're roughing up an EMT.
"What the hell is going on here?! This isn't some game-"
>"I know that fine and well, don't need the reminder."

| >"But that doesn't mean that there aren't winners and losers, and today, that man is a loser. And I'm a winner."
"He didn't deserve to die. He was a pervert, sure, but he didn't-"
>"Oh, I forgot, when you're wearing that outfit and that stupid hat you like to pretend like you're a good person. Fuchsia Fedora, the hero!
>Emilie mockingly tips the turquoise trilby she wears over her stolen EMT uniform, as she parades around FF.

| >"What kind of a vigilante organization names themselves after *clothing* anyway? That's sorta silly, you know."
"We do the best we can to help people!"
>"You have the GALL to tell ME that life isn't a game, and yet you play fucking DRESS-UP for a living!"
>Emilie's tone sours, as she kicks the stretcher with the EMT on it.
>"Suits you, Catherine. You always were the hypocrite, who tried teaching me the 'right' way to do things when you didn't even know them yourself. Screw you."

| >"I could do it too, you know. Turquoise Trilby, the next hero of the city! Let's see what she does next! Maybe she'll have a fan club? Maybe she'll end up an action figure? Maybe she'll end up in some sort of perverted fan-art doujin, who knows? But you know *why* I don't do that? Because I'm fucking *REALISTIC.* I actually treat life like it *isn't* some sort of super-sentai show, *unlike you.*"
>Fuchsia stands still, simmering in anger with balled fists as she glares at Emilie.

| >"You're a disappointment of a hero. You can't even kill the bad guys!"
"That's not my way."
>"Do you even know what your 'way' is? Have you even been doing this long enough to have a 'way'? Or is that just your excuse for *not having the guts?*"
"You're just like mom."
>"Well, maybe mom wasn't the villian you made her out to be-OW!"
>Fuchsia shot Emilie in the leg with her tungsten-taser!
"And you deserve to feel the pain of your words."

| >Emilie fell over onto the ground at Fuchsia's feet.
"You ridicule and mock me when you haven't the slightest what I've been through since I became a Wardrober. Maybe trying to be a hero *is* unrealistic, but its better than adding to the problem, which is what *you* do for a livin-"
>"We."
"Excuse me?"
>"What we do for a living. Or at least, what you *used* to do for a living.
>Emilie began to chuckle, and stand up through the pain.
>"Never forget where you came from, sis."

| >Emilie waved to FF as she began to limp towards the drivers seat of the ambulance.
"I don't know what's gotten into you recently, but I don't like it!"
>"Pretty sure we've both heard mom say the same thing before, Catherine. Both in our faces, and in our heads."
>FF gasped as she watched Emilie walk away.
>"Thanks for the wetwork duty. We both know that, without your intervention, your friends here would have killed him anyway."

| >"Now, I have an ambulance I need to return, since apparently I'm a licensed EMT. Maybe then I can steal something better than fraggin muscle relaxers."
"What are you doing with the EMT?"
>"Who cares?"
"I do."
>"Then *you* do something with him."
>Emilie got into the drivers seat and started up the ambulance, as she began to drive off, leaving FF sighing at the unconscious EMT on the stretcher. She cut him loose from the stretcher, before running off into the night...