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[bossisawitch]

WHO: bossisawitch , andyouresetfree, hecho_en_ca_usa, iron_liver, greengosborn, rock_it_punch and open to watsthename.
WHERE: The City streets
WHEN: After Riful's showdown with Nico
SUMMARY: Riful took Nico to the cleaners. Now, Nico's uncontrolled and about ready to explode. A motley crew attempts and mostly fails at an intervention.
WARNINGS: mentions of torture, epic supernatural showdown!
FORMAT: Para

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CONFRONTATION: open to Iron Man and Iron Patriot

[bossisawitch]

[ they won't leave her alone. People come, crowds gather. Nico doesn't want to touch them---doesn't like the weight in them, all the meaty moving parts---so she tries to move away from them. Just leave her alone, she says. Just let her go. She'll be okay, is okay, can't you tell?

But someone's calling 911 and there's the high wail of an ambulance pulling in and that hurts. Nico shrieks "Bust!" and the ambulance's wheels burst. It careens to the side, hitting a powerline pole.

Nico watches it, hands over her ears. It's the first physical stimuli to break through, to make any dent on the magical pain buffer she's choking on ]

[liverletdie]

[ It didn't take long for the commotion to catch Tony's eyes, and he rocketed from his place hovering in another part of the city to the area where people were starting to call not only the police but the ambulances.

Before he managed to arrive, the Ambulance crashed, and he zeroed in, his boots jetting him from Mach 3 to Mach 5, and he arrived moments later. A quick scan of the area let him know that the EMTs were fine, and he swerved in front of the area emitting the most power. ]

I think you're causing a little bit too much trouble.

[osreborn]

[ Norman's armor pings him on the ambulance crash, and he frowns behind his helmet, veering from heading to Avengers Tower to where his coordinates say this accident occurred. His boots give a burst of speed and he arrives shortly after --

Oh, lovely. Stark is there. Will he never be rid of him? ]

Stark. What's going on here?

[bossisawitch]

[ she looks up at the voices, all warbled and metallic with distortion. Her thoughts aren't all there---she's dissociated, confused---but the ones that she does have are slippery. When she sees the red and gold of Iron Man's armor, her response is a gut one, totally visceral. Registration, running, putting Vic back together after Stark sent missiles after him, learning to paint with Captain America, security, fear: thoughts and feelings shuffle and spread until she doesn't know which one to hold onto. Her lips pull back and she bares her pink-streaked teeth. ]

Get away from me.

FIGHT: open to Dante and Victor

[bossisawitch]

[ she's less of herself, not more. There's some Hot Topic joke burrowed down deep behind her glowing red eyes, but it's very deep.

And with the way she is now, it's far from being funny. Her hands are loose at her sides, no Staff called out---or needed. There is no gap between her natural magic and what of it she can control. Like this, she doesn't need the Staff to focus. ]

/TAGS HERE TOO SORRY KITTY

[liverletdie]

[ The last remnants of the fight crashed down flat on his back, the systems flickering as he attempted to force a reboot. Reboot systems: Y/N? flashed in his brain, over, and over, but no matter how many times he hit the correct designation with a mental nudge, he couldn't get his systems back online. ]

I really hate magic.

[andyouresetfree]

[ In stylishly dramatic fashion, Dante casually stepped next to Tony, long red coat sweeping behind him, with his massive broadsword slung across his shoulder. He didn't so much as check on how Tony was doing as much as he never took his eyes off of Nico. ]

Heh. Looks like it's my turn, huh, boss?

[ Rhetorical; not looking for a reply, Dante tipped his head with a lopsided smile and sauntered forward. ]

[hecho_en_ca_usa]

[ Victor's actually a tiny bit grateful to Stark - locating an Iron Man fight in the City's a lot easier than finding a goth witch in the dark. He arrives on the scene just in time to mutter to himself: ]
Ay Dios, she just took out Iron Man.

[ He's never seen her like this. She's hurt bad but it's like nothing is registering. Oh son of a crap it was that smarmy demon-killy guy with the sword. That was a great idea. ]

Hey! Back off. This isn't helping!

[ Electricity crackles around Victor as he eyes the sword. It's still metal. He can disarm the guy if he has to. Maybe. ]

Nico -- you gotta stop this. Please. Reel it in. I know you can.

AFTERMATH: OPEN

[bossisawitch]

[ the problem is, she's feeling again. It's coming back in ragged chunks, bites of sensation here and there. She sits down on the pavement next to Victor; the ground is spread with pieces of him.

She hurts. Riful had taken her up in all those tentacles and squeezed. On the inside, she is shutting down. Her hands are already cold.

The ambulance's siren is still going off. ]

[rock_it_punch]

[It's a good thing Santo is too busy running over to Nico to wonder what the odds of him turning on the TV for the first time in a week and seeing one of his best friends rampaging on the news are, because it would further convince him that God is a merciless prick who wants everyone to be miserable.

But that's not what's going through his mind right now. It's the girl he's heading for and what's all over the place right be here.]

Nico! Are y-[He comes to a stop once he realizes what he's looking at. And there's nothing but the most uncomfortable silence.]

[bossisawitch]

[ she has a handful of Victor's pieces in her hands, bits of metal and black lubricant-like stuff mixing with the blood drying between her fingers and around her nails. She looks up when she hears her name, careening a little to the side. Nico coughs wetly. ]

Why won't you leave me alone?

[ she sounds almost plaintive now, exhausted ]

[rock_it_punch]

[Shit. He doesn't say it (for once) but he's definitely thinking it as what exactly is going on sinks in.]

I uh. [He steps forward slightly. Best to take this slow in case it gets bad again real fast.] I don't think you need to be alone right now, Nico. Here, I'm gonna... [Gonna 'what'? Help her? Magically revive Victor? Santo honestly doesn't know how to finish that sentence.]