Everything Old is New Again

It was a still, quiet sort of night, which is a rarity in St. Canard. It's a city that never sleeps, and if anything, it sleeps even less now. It's become something of a carnival, only it was more like being strapped to a ride for 48 hours for experimental purposes.

The problem wasn't being able to pull off a successful robbery- Darkwing usually had his hands full with the usual myriad menaces, but sometimes she just couldn't help herself. A nice explosion to light up the skyline with, just one more this time and she'd stop, honest.

Sure.

Rather, the issue was that the bigger bads, groups like the Fearsome Five, infamous and untouchable for the most part, always got to the real goods first. So it didn't matter if she pulled off a heist without drawing attention to herself, the pay off was weak.

Banks were the most obvious, so she avoided it this time and opted for an easy steal, an elite jewelers shop that probably spent a lot on security measures.

But what do you know, even high quality cameras and alarms exploded too!

She helped herself to the broken cases of glass, sweeping the trinkets into a bag she carried with her. Now the REAL jewel she was after was in a harder to access case which claimed to be bullet proof.

That being said, they'd never stood up to a Scapelli gun before, had they now...?

...No, not...a Scapelli. Not anymore anyway.

There was a faint crunch of glass that startled her, and she raised a weapon, eyes darting to find a trace of that trademark smoke that came pouring out.

 

    • The Raven
      The Raven

      Jay could tell when his boss was getting antsy, because he kept flipping that dang coin of his - the shiniest in his possession. Clink! fwipfwipfwip- smack! Onto the back of the hand. Then repeat: clink!-

      One of the grunts had just removed the manhole cover and stuck out just his head and an arm, enough to give the all clear. "They finished the tunnel, bawss!" Jay tweeted with his customary accent, hopping nervously on his feet. The Raven barely spared him a glance. "Do you want we should do the honors?"

      "I can move one board by myself." For all his dapper dress - the customary silk vest, matching tie, pressed jacket - the clever corvid wasted no time sliding into the dusty, hard-hewn tunnel. Two weeks of planning and work: don't try to blast through the front, too obvious, too messy. Break in from under the building, right into the office; take all the tasty jewels; rearrange like they'd never been there and leave the police - and Dripwing Dork - all to wonder how someone could get in and out without a trace! It had taken engineering, and a bit of thievery of blueprints, but it was brilliant, which was how the Raven liked to operate. 

      He just hadn't counted that - while underground no less - he'd hear an explosion above them. Jay let out a defensive "gack!" as he found himself grabbed around the throat. "Jay Bird..." his boss was hissing at him. "What was that."

      "P-p-probably just a f-f-firework or sumthin', bawss!"

      "In November? Your idiot help hit a gas line, didn't you?"

      "Honest, boss, nuthin' like that! G-go see!"

      Well, it was better than waiting around for a cave in...With renewed urgency, the Raven shoved his way through the tunnel; knocked the floorboard above him out of his way; and shimmied out of the hole, carefully dusting off his duds as he did so.

      It was a mess, and something told him it wasn't his idiot goons this time. "What in the world..." Sounds in the storefront - someone was here, someone who wasn't afraid of making noise, apparently. The Raven drew back into the shadows against the wall and let his hand hover by the pistol beneath his coat.

      • Red Nova
        Red Nova

        "Come on Darkwing..." Nova stepped through the traces of glass on the floor, pointing her arm-mounted gun into the darkness. "For a few jewels, really? Must be a slow night for you, eh?" He was usually much louder than this by now, loving the attention that came with his dramatic appearance. The hammy hero was all about the image.

        It seemed she picked the wrong day of the week. Should've waited for some massive crime spree. Aw well, might as well get a fight out of the way now, it had been what, a month? What good were bullets if you never used them on anyone?

        "You've got a few more seconds to come out on your own, or else I start firing, and we'll see what ends up with holes in this room, these cases or you. How's that?"

         

        • The Raven
          The Raven

          "Jeeze louise..." Whoever it was might be bluffing, but Raven didn't like playing chicken. He obligingly stepped out of the shadows with one hand up; the other was tucked in his jacket. "Someone here likes to shoot first and ask questions later, huh?" 

          It was a short figure, masked (of course it was...), with some sort of arm...mounted....thing. He should have moved after Bulba croaked, this town had simply gone to the weird in the last few years. But no, he had to be sentimental, which led to his stint in the Graybar Hotel, and now it was too late to go anywhere else. Whatever he had left was here in St. Canard.

          When it didn't appear his new companion was going to start shooting right away, he took his coin back out and began leisurely flipping it. "Listen, kid. There's no reason to get violent with these kinds of things. Tell you what: we'll split fifty-fifty and am-scray before any cops show up. Kapiche?" 

          • Red Nova
            Red Nova

            The more he spoke, the more she found it difficult to focus. It had been a long time, and so many things had happened in between. There were fewer mob factions to worry about these days, they'd all fallen apart or dispersed, fading into obscurity, or overpowered by the obscene spectacles that ran this city now. Even if she did want to keep a low profile, there were few people left to keep a low profile from.

            Still....there was no mistaking that she knew him. Time hadn't changed him much, still well dressed, flipping that coin. Far back into the recesses of memories, she went spelunking and found herself younger and eager to impress. A swell of pride and the faintest tinge to her cheeks at having him recognize her talents when her own father thought she was a bumbling idiot.

            But he had always taken the time to listen.

            Her gun had lowered. "Kid, huh? Where do you get off telling me to kapiche? I was here first. What's to say I don't get ALL the loot?"

            He's right there.

            But she's not. She's someone else entirely. What did she care, though? She had never been a Scapelli anyway. Not really.

             

            • The Raven
              The Raven

              "Murder looks a whole heck of a lot worse than petty thievery, kiddo." He might be riling a beast, or he might put someone in their place...One of his many snippets of Edgar Allen Crow quotes ran through his mind: I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it. He leaned forward and tapped on the top of her goggles. Well, he thought it was a her; the getup made it kind of hard to tell. "And while we waste time arguing, St. Canard's finest draws ever closer. Besides, you even got a fence?" 

               

              He carefully straightened his waistcoat and brushed the remainder of dust from it. "Besides, it's a shame to put a hole through anything so pretty, wouldn't you say? Let's play nice."

              • Red Nova
                Red Nova

                Nova jerked her head away, as if stung, despite being concealed. "Hands off this merchandise, pal. One more move like that and I'll poke you with the business end of my gun, how's that? You're not THAT pretty, anyway." A hue of warmth spread over her splotchy cheeks. So what if he still had it going, so what if he was still a vision of distinguished class? Screw him. That lifestyle didn't appeal to her in the slightest anymore, nor anyone associated with it.

                "You get 25% and you get to leave with your life, that's my final offer, before your aforementioned finest arrive. Unless they're content to let the doofus that drolls in the night do their jobs for 'em. If that's the case, you came at the right time to play distraction, Ma-...mate."

                • The Raven
                  The Raven

                  "25%, eh?" Matty grinned. "No problem, short-stack." Casually, he strolled over to the largest display case, the one usually guarded by laser systems, were it not for somebody's penchant for explosives. "I'll take this one."

                  The Eagle's Eye. A diamond as big as a fist, and more reflective than a city covered in aluminum foil. It was the prize he was after, the shiniest of the shinys, and he positively drooled just thinking about it. Okay, sure, it meant he'd have to dig into his personal funds to pay off Jay and the boys, rather than splitting the loot like he'd planned - but it was worth it to set that thing on a pedestal in the Crow's Nest.

                  • Red Nova
                    Red Nova

                    Nova's eyes widened and she stomped over, "OH NO! Not THAT one, that's worth way more and you know it! Did you really think I'd be that stupid?! I'm not one of those deranged lunatics, parading around in costumes and creating mindless chaos for the sake of it- I'm EDUCATED! So consider handing that over, because there's a lot of places I could shoot you that don't involve immediate death."

                    • The Raven
                      The Raven

                      "You should have set the parameters before you made the bargain." Besides, now he knew he had the upper hand; she was upset, and that meant he was winning. "Since I can tell your mental state is far above the averaged masked ne're-do-well..." There's a laugh. "I am certain you'll agree it's a fair trade to let you have the entire rest of this glittering store while I walk away with only a bauble."

                      Sirens, in the distance. He could almost hear Jay Bird screaming and telling the boys to scatter. He'd tarried far too long.... "If you do want to discuss this, might I recommend another time and another place?" he hissed. 

                      • Red Nova
                        Red Nova

                        There was little time to plan things out adequately, this bozo had showed up and completely ruined everything for her, and if they were caught, past acquaintance or not, he'd be added to the top of her hit list.

                        "Tch- FINE! The warehouse division, over by the docks. I suggest you show up, or next time I see you, I'm shooting first and asking questions later." Before any trademark blue smoke billowed, she powered up her rockets and took off out of the building's gaping opening she'd blasted in.

                        Distancing herself as far away from the sirens as possible was her first priority. The second being to lay low for a while before traveling to the docks. She hated going there. Unwanted memories. It was too much to ask for her brain to conveniently forget her own warehouse blowing up.

                        When she finally did make it there, it was plenty dark and quiet, not many people on this side of town which made it a perfect place to conduct villainous business...should a certain guy even show up. He was from that old school way though, the types of criminals that had some form of code and were civil. But he really had no reason to show up, what she'd managed to steal wasn't worth his time, and he already had what he went there for. Why would he come? And why was she hoping he would? Even if he ever did recognize her....what she became...he'd be disgusted.