Poughkeepsie Attacks!!!: Team Civic Center

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The Mid-Hudson Civic Center is quite possibly the most mundane-looking building in the city of Poughkeepsie that does not actually have a McDonald's sign on it. To the ordinary eye it looks like an ice skating rink with an awkwardly constructed concert hall of some kind attached.

To the eye of someone practiced in sensing energies of good, evil, or the like, the place is radiating something very definitely not Light Energy- although Light might have been here once before it got twisted.

To the eye of someone Tyler's age and interests, it looks like there's a major World Wrestling Entertainment event scheduled to take place on the premises tomorrow.

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"How about I check the back areas and catwalks?" Tyler Looks up sideways to Mirai. There is something just too cool about being able to check out the wrestling locker room.

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"All right. I will circle the arena and then go down to the floor."

He pauses, looking around, then closes his eyes. "Be careful, though. There is something... strange here. Call me if you need help."

Once they split up, Mirai starts walking around, trying to get a sense where that almost-Minus Power is coming from - circling the arena, then heading down to the floor...

....unless something stops him first.

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Tyler may find that he's hearing more scrambling critter-noises than is strictly healthy for any place of public accommodation as he makes his way into the back of the Civic Center. There are things moving in the walls- lots of them, and they don't sound very happy just now.

As for Mirai, he no doubt hears a few of the same rodent sounds, but there are other things afoot in his part of the building. There are... hm. It sounds like people breathing, though it's hard to say for certain; when someone is assigned to keep watch and keep quiet, occasionally theya ctually succeed in their efforts. Someone, possibly several someones, is here in the shadows.

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There are not enough words for how creepy that noise sounds, and Tyler remembers about the mouse plague. And is very thankful for a grappler and that he duct-taped his bodysuit to his boots as he stalks through into the back locker room, sticking to the walls and shadows.

He's really hoping that he's just iamgingin the angry animal noises being closer.

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Mirai's hand goes to his holster... which is empty, he having turned his Trigger Shot when he left Earth. But he can deal with this, really.

"Hey! Hey you guys! I know you're here! Come out and show me what you can do!"

...yeah, not that bright.

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Somewhere in the shadows, there is the sound of a mini gadget hero facepalming as silently as he can as he hears Mirai.

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Which is probably just as well, given that there are suddenly two flashlights that Mulder and Scully would envy slicing through the darkness, and the sound of at least four or five pairs of feet running in the direction of Mirai's voice. Maybe more.

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OK, no gun. That's OK. He's beaten up fifty-meter-tall monster bare-handed before.

...he was about that big too, but leave someone his personal illusions and complete faith in his abilities, please.

He takes a stance, but in the darkness, a faint shimmer can be seen on his left sleeve. (There's complete faith, and then there's foolishness. He may not be that smart, but he's not a fool.) And he waits for... however many there are.

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If it helps at all, none of the people with flashlights have guns themselves? Just... you know, flashlights that a state trooper in a bad spot would envy in terms of bludgeons.

And at least three or four of them are taking up stances strongly reminiscent of Tai Sheng Pek Kwar style kung fu.

Oh dear.

[ultradreamer.livejournal.com]

Every member of the Space Garrison gets the training in 'when you may have erred'. Mirai is now hearing Ultraman Tarou in his head, giving him the verbal equivalent of a slap to the back of the head for dumbassery above and beyond the call.

Mirai has basic self-defense training, but is only human, after all.

He's going to see what they do, try and do a fighting withdrawl if they're too close to beating him to a thick goo, and then see how they deal with a true member of the Space Garrison.

....yeah, Tarou's voice isn't quite loud ENOUGH.

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Well, it's not as if the arena hasn't seen some showy situations before, right? Right? And no matter what people say about wrestling being staged, you do still have to have knowledge of how to fight and take blows and stuff for it to work, so...

... we have no idea where the narration was going with that.

Although the first two of the guys who took the kung fu poses have apparently decided that 'boot to the head' is a viable opening combat move, because that's what they're trying to do.

They're kinda showoffs.

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Yeah, George was fond of that. Of course, he was also a champion soccer player who's most famous trick was the 'Shooting Star Shot', kicking the ball so hard and fast it was supposedly unstoppable AND looked to be on fire, so for George, 'boot to the head' was really pretty scary!

These guys, to someone who has done self-defence drills against George Ikaruga, the Shooting Star? Not so much. George also taught him a counter for the Basic Head Boot, which involves ducking and going for a groin punch.

This is, Mirai knows, not really all that fair, but this doesn't seem to be a situation where 'fair' fits, so he goes with what he knows - two guys kick him in the head, he ducks and lunges forwards, fists out, aiming for the Y of the pants that they have so thoughtfully revealed with a Flashy Basic Head Boot.

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The guy on the left is fast enough to flinch sideways, and thus only takes a hit to the thigh, but the guy on the right? In the words of Bob Uecker, that's gotta hurt. Nobody makes that kind of high-pitched yipe! without a really good reason. He'll probably start in on vengeance once he's recovered enough to stand, but right now that's going to be the other guy's province. He's just swearing with pain and incipient bruising- and he's in range for a couple of fist strikes.

[ultradreamer.livejournal.com]

Mirai rolls backwards, and blocks one strike, but all of his work puts him into a bad place for the second, which catches him in the chest. He takes a couple of steps back, coughing and trying to get a good breath in, taking a defensive stance instead.

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Ooh. People with teeth that bad probably shouldn't smile like that. Then again, nobody ever said that dental hygiene was a requirement for would-be members of the Illinois Nazi party.

"How d'you like that, you little-" Whatever expletive he'd meant next isn't easily heard, because there are other would-be attackers present and dammit, they want to get in on the fun too. And the one on Mirai's right likes the idea of trying to hook the stranger's legs out from underneath with a sweeping kick that probably doesn't really take the defensive stance into account, but is trying anyway.

[basic_powers]

It's a darn good thing that whatever the wannabe Nazi said was lost in the noise of the scuffle, Tyler's vocabulary is broad enough as it is. When the sounds of the fighting started, he started backtracking to see if Mirai needed any help, and hid in the shadows behind the rows of seats.

No way he'd be able to bullrush those guys and atack them... Where had they come from anyways?

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Not the catwalks, for sure. This is an event venue, though. Lots of emergency entrances and exits. Lots of places for security guys to hide, in case an audience gets rowdy. It's just that when people break in to do things- and anyone with a reasonable amount of sensitivity to powers and energies probably feels something strange and unwholesome emanating from the direction of the locker rooms and the like- they like to bring their own security with them, and they can take advantage of it too.

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For himself, Mirai is not knocked down by the legsweep, mostly due to the defensive nature of the stance he was in. However, he's outnumbered, outgunned - er, outfisted (but not outclassed, no). He starts retreating, slowly, trying to keep himself from being surrounded.

The Mebius Brace sizzles into view on his left forearm, summoned to full existence by his need. He doesn't want to transform, but sometimes you don't get what you want.

Right now, part of him is really wishing George and Ryuu and Marina were here. But they aren't, and so he's trying to find a place he can fighting-withdraw to enough to at least have his back against something.

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The walls of the arena's seating area aren't completely straight from stage to entrance region. There's a point on both sides where they narrow, as there are control rooms on the second level of the building and they had to place the stairwells for those somewhere. It'd be backing into a corner, but it'd be better than nothing. Barring that, there's a mezzanine along the back, if the stairs can be reached before the next round of Ow My Spleen Theater goes down.

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Okay. This is not good. They need to get this done, but Mirai doesn't want to do some things without giving it the old college try! So he goes to back into a corner, still fighting defensively.

He misses a block, and gets one in the face that'll leave an interesting black eye later, and that's about the time he's in the corner...

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They're grinning, the lot of them. It's not a pretty sight, even in the semidarkness. "This," says one who's producing a couple of homemade bludgeons, "is gonna be good."

[basic_powers]

Deal with fighting the evil security guys where he won't do any good or go back to investigating the locker room where there's a definite feeling of something worse than these guys waiting there?

Tyler berates himself for having to run away from helping Mirai, and hauls for the locker room.

Unfortumately, in his little huff, he's not remembering to duck under the shadows anymore.

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That is indeed unfortunate, as the set of not-quite-concealed footsteps that suddenly spring up as Tyler is briefly visible will attest. He's got himself a tail- a whipcord-skinny fella with a twitchy nose and a mean cast to his motuh. He was probably voted 'most likely to scare the inmates if he ever becomes a prison guard'.

He is, however, only human so far as anyone can see.

[basic_powers]

Tyler mentally berates himself, along the the voice of Revenant berating him lightly inside of his head. This isn't fair! He has short legs, this guy is going to catch up with him in no time!

Then that ltitle voice reminds him, these are Nazis. Bad guys. You do not need to be polite to the bad men. In fact, they're very bad men.

There's a rapid fire three clicks to his grappler unit as he switches rounds.

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Certain sounds are ingrained into the cultural consciousness of most Americans. The most famous is the sound of a shotgun being racked. Less well-known, but still likely to cause a sudden onslaught of caution, is the sound of a safety being switched off. Tyler's pursuer isn't quite sure that's what he's hearing, but he's concerned enough that he slows and looks for cover.