Streets of Fandom, Thursday

[needsacatchphrase]

One upside to whatever weird thing that was going on was that a real solid hit took the animal monsters down and changed them back to human so far. And Jane was nothing if not capable of a real solid hit.

"C'mon! Let's go!"

And yes, she was definitely enjoying this more than someone should.

[open for all the fighting!]

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[carbsliftthespirit]

Speaking of guys who were capable of getting in a real solid hit...

"It just seems mean to punch animals," Raiden observed. "I mean, I will, because they keep tryin' to bite me." He was a sensitive soul, okay?

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"I mean, technically they seem to be humans turned into animals that need to be smacked really hard to turn back," Jane replied, twirling Mjolnir in her hand as she looked around for another one.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"True," Raiden said. "And they're not very nice." Understatement of the year right there. "So I guess we're punching them to help them." Which was even better than punching beings to help other beings, when you thought about it.

[needsacatchphrase]

"Exactly!" Also because punchy times.

[chef_chocobro]

In a way, this felt a lot like being back on Eos; particularly so for Ignis, who had the benefit of this all looking the same as well as feeling the same. It was definitely sparking something in him that had felt like it had been dormant for far too long, and he and Gladio were there to do what they could to clear the streets a little, as well. They feel into the familiar patterns and familiar dance of it easily; it wasn't quite complete, without Prompto, but he obviously had other priorities to tend to at the moment, but they fell into step easily enough, bouts of working together until the enemies were brought down to prone submission, and then pausing, to catch their breath, and wait, and listen, for the next inevitable swarm to come through, and, of course, a nod of acknowledgement to the other fighter-y types doing the same thing.

Hopefully, between the lot of them, they could get a lot of ground covered. And while Ignis found himself hoping that, after the next one, there wouldn't be another one soon to follow afterwards, but it was starting to feel like they might be at this for a while.

Well.

Wasn't like they had anything better to do, anyway.

[needsacatchphrase]

It would hopefully prevent some of the rampant property damage that the were-animals seemed kind of intent on.

Or cause more. Because epic fights in the streets and all that.

"You good?" Jane asked to check in on him. Because could go... well, maybe not all day. Lunch would be nice sometime in there.

[sword_chocobro]

"We're good!" Gladio called back, with a grin that seemed to suggest the truthfulness of it, as he nudged Ignis a little, although his attention was already shifting toward the sound of Jane's voice, too. "You good?"

Sometimes, you had to check on the checkers, too!

[needsacatchphrase]

"I'm good," Jane replied, twirling Mjolnir by the strap on the handle until it was a blur of movement. "Is it wrong if I say this is kind of fun?"

[wrongkindofsith]

An excuse to get out on the streets and start hitting things?

Cara was having a great day, thanks.

[needsacatchphrase]

"Hi again!" Look, sometimes you just wanted to be able to smack things with a big hammer.

[wrongkindofsith]

Jane was a woman after Cara's own heart.

She nodded a greeting at Jane before slamming an agiel into a moose's head until it turned back into a human. "Occasionally this island's bullshit is enjoyable."

[needsacatchphrase]

"Right?" Jane asked with a bright, wide smile. "Isn't this fun? I mean, horrifying on some levels too, but..."

Fun.

[no_culdesac]

It wasn't that Nancy enjoyed this, exactly? It was more that she hadn't done anything that felt as natural to her as shooting the hell out of a were...camel since she had landed in the future.

She had a shotgun slung across her back, her pistol out and gripped in both hands, as she made her way through the streets and carefully kept her back to a wall as often as she could.

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You know, somehow a gun hadn't even factored into Jane's fighting plans. But then again, magic Norse powers kind of changed her opinion on them.

Now one (or six depending on how you kept track of time) year ago, she would have been on board with them as a very squishy human being.

"Need any help?" Jane asked.

[no_culdesac]

Well, to be fair, Nancy hadn't really factored magic Norse powers into her plans, either.

"I'm all right," Nancy assured her, lifting a hand off her gun to flutter a wave at Jane. That was kind of the main thing Nancy could offer in situations like this: self-sufficiency. "That is a...hell of a hammer, wow."

[needsacatchphrase]

"Got it from my ex," Jane said like that too was a perfectly normal thing to say in response.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey actually felt pretty bad about fighting animals, but when faced with something like, a weremoose, you fight the weremoose.

"Not a fan of this one," she announced, in general.

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"Really?" Jane asked, jogging on over to join her. "Have there been better ones?"

Ones that didn't involve a were-raccoon hurtling at them maybe?

[thatwaslucky]

"I can rank some later, maybe?" Rey said, taking a swing at the raccoon. "There's a wide range."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve had gone from the radio station back to the apartment to change into his new suit: navy blue, stripped down, with a domino mask covering his face.

He could tell already that the cape needed to go. And he missed the shield. "Hey, Jane," he said with a smile.

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"Hi, Cap!" She definitely had a goofy grin at saying 'Cap' there.

And then she noticed the costume.

"Ah, a new look?"

[heroic_jawline]

It was a lot of look.

"It's a prototype," Steve said, blushing around the mask.

[stykera]

SOME wereraccoon had woken up angry after his tranq-induced nap and had been assisted in exiting the store by a band of tiny masked raccoon cultists who were now following at a safe distance and cheering Stark on as he made his way around the streets of Fandom. Finally, the Cult of the Shiny Dude's moment had come.

Stark didn't much care. He was just angry and wanted to attack things. Or people. Or both! He was a crazed werebeast and couldn't afford to be picky.

[needsacatchphrase]

"Hey! I'm going to bring the hammer down on you!" Jane tried out. "The hammer of justice."

Then made a face and shook her head.

"No, that's not it."

[stykera]

Raccoon!Stark was not impressed by the wordplay. A couple of the actual raccoons, still keeping their distance, snickered a little.

Stark wasn't even impressed by Jane's godly arms in this state. If he had been he wouldn't be growling and stomping closer.