2016-02-09 Surprise Interview
This scene is rated Everybody
Warning: N/A
Players: Phantasm, Spacetime
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Title: Surprise Interview

Hell's Kitchen, also known as Clinton and Midtown West, is a neighborhood of Manhattan in New York City that includes roughly the area between 34th Street and 57th Street, from 8th Avenue to the Hudson River.
This section of NYC is a bustling hub of traffic at nearly all hours of the day, but its notorious for its dangerous nightlife. Those that prey on the helpless stalk the alleys and side streets of this district, using the shadows as refuge to stalk their victims. Hell's Kitchen is not known for being friendly to those who take their safety lightly.
The streets themselves are not particularly dirty, but not particularly clean either, the district is somewhere in-between these two levels. However, the alleys that reside between the aging buildings are definitely on the filthy side of things, where homeless gather and loiter in their own makeshift homes.
Brownstone apartment complexes, old warehouses, low income commercial shops and storefronts… these are the buildings that make up the contents of this city district. Hell's Kitchen is constantly under pressure from both sides of its denizens, the lawful and those who would break the law for personal gain.

There's a flash of blue light and the sound of a few garbage cans being knocked over coming from a dark, sleepy alley in Hell's Kitchen this evening. A cat lets out a startled yowl and darts out and down the sidewalk. Anyone looking in the alley will find the costumed teen known as Spacetime sprawled on the ground. He's looking noticably cleaner than he has in the past…not that its very clean considering he's still dirty but at some point he managed to get a shower and wash his costume. "Woo," Spacetime eventually lets out, starting to get up. "Robots can't catch me," he laughs, pumping a fist in the air.

As Spacetime lies on the ground, a purplish black, two foot tall raven swoops down from a nearby rooftop, landing on top of the hero's chest. Despite the landing, there's only the faintest of brushings of talons on Cole and the eiree lack of weight to the being. If it wasn't for the visual, one could argue it wasn't there. The bird is quiet, tilting his head in study of the teleporter.

Spacetime stops mid-sit up when there's suddenly a bird on his chest. "Uhh," Cole blinks a few times behind his goggles. "Nice bird? Pretty bird…I don't have any bread or french fries for you…" he trails off, hoping he's not about to be attacked by a strange bird.

The bird raies an eyebrow. "I'm not that kind of bird." He says flatly, "Quick question, Spacetime. How far can you teleport?"

"Whoa!" Spacetime yelps, flailing a little. "Talking…wait, whaaaaaa…?" the teen needs a moment to process this new information. "Uh…I've never measured exactly but…around twoish miles," he says. "How do you know my name? And how are you talking?"

"Really? You teleport and a talking raven is what surprises you?" The bird frowns, "Two miles… that's not much." He hops off of the teleporter, wadling away for a few steps before turning around. Form shifting to something more humanoid. The feathers shift towards the fabric of a hoodie while the talons turn into sweat pants. Where the hood drapes over the face, there is nothing but darkness, and the two glowing eyes of the Phantasmed Avenger. He gives a nod. "I'm Phantasm."

Spacetime pouts a little. "Hey, I've never seen a talking raven before. Or any talking bird that wasn't a parrot," he says. When the bird hops off him, Cole gets up. Brushing himself off, he watches the bird and his eyes go wide as the form shifting begins. When its finished, he claps. "Ooh…that's cool!" he pauses. "Hey! It may not be much but I can do other stuff. Like this!" he says, snapping. Two portals open on either side of the alley. He sticks his hand through one and it emerges from the other, Spacetime waving. "And I even have a plan to get those people off that island those stupid robots sent them to," he says, pulling his hand back and closing the portals. "Well…a part of a plan. A part of a part of a plan…"

The Phantasm looks at Cole a bit blandly. Which, is quite easy to achieve when facial features are not readily apparent. "Uh huh. Let me guess. You're going to teleport out 2 miles… swim the rest of the way, teleport the sick and dying back 2 miles and let them swim the rest of the way…"

"Uh…" Spacetime frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. "No. That's…not a good idea," he's not even sure he can swim. Amnesia is a pain. "I was…well…if I can get out there to that weird island, I can like…put everyone in a portal. And then all I have to do is come back somewhere safe and boom. Welcome home party time with doctors and nurses."

"Hmm." Phantasm crosses his arms, looking at Spacetime. "So, by putting them in a portal, you put them… where? Like another realm?"

Spacetime blinks, looking for a moment like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Shaking it off, he grins and nods. "Sort of. It's like…my own space. This…really weird energy guy I met the other day called it a Personal Pocket Dimension. It's pretty cool."

"And they're perfectly fine just sitting in there?"

Spacetime nods. "Well, yeah. I mean I hang out there all the time and I've been bringing people through it recently," he says. "They might do a litle more…floating in the air than sitting depending where they end up in there."

"But you'd be able to get them out easily whenever you went to do that. No losing them in there?"

"Yeah," Spacetime replies, crossing his arms. "As long as I'm not knocked out or anything, I can open another portal and get them out anywhere in my range whenever I want."

Phantasm nods slowly at this. "Ok." He pauses, "I'm going to be working on something but I need you to not do anything stupid in the meantime. That also means not getting into conflicts with Sentinels for the time being."

"Huh?" Spacetme's surprised, not expecting that. "You're going up against them? By yourself?" he asks, confused. "I haven't really been fighting them…I mean except for that one time in front of that school. Stupid robot jerks and that…energy woman," he shakes his head. "I've just been…y'know, jumping in and grabbing mutants they've been after. Teleporting them to safe places and making them think I was helping them…sort of."

"Lay low for now." Phantasm responds, repeating his wish in other words. He glances around, "I need to make arrangements but if it works out. I'm going to need to use you for a bit. And of course, no talk about this conversation."

"Lay…low," Spacetime lets out a breath. "Not hard to do," he replies, rubbing the back of his neck. Easy for a homeless guy. "Sure, I won't tell anyone."

Having gotten what he wanted, Phantasm gives a nod. "Good. Until later, Spacetime." With that, he vanishes.

Spacetime starts to say something but Phantasm vanishes first. He stands there a moment and then sighs. "Man…from this side, that really is annoying," he remarks. He lingers for a moment before a growl from his stomach gets a sigh. "Alright…let's go get something to eat," he mutters, opening a portal under himself and dropping though. It closes as soon as he's passed through it, leaving an empty alley.


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