He's Got Friends In Low Places

Summer 2021, Week 4, Tuesday early evening

Anchor Park, Port Victoria

Storyteller

The night was like many others; Zeke returning to his favorite watering hole in Anchor Park, though tonight was a good night for him. He had cleaned out a few people, walking with confidence in his step and a fat wallet in his pocket.

Zeke Marlowe

He takes out a cigarette and lights it, a cherry on top of his successful afternoon at the Lucky Spades. Taking in a small drag and holding it in his mouth, he exhales with a gray cloud with a grin, unaware that people lay in wait for him.

Storyteller

"Now!" comes the command, and four large people lunge from an alley to grab and pull Zeke into it. He struggles and strains to escape, but four brutes against one person without combat training made the odds quickly against Zeke.

Damian Eli

Damian pulled up to the park on his motorcycle he was still in his suit from work and his armor was at home he just didn't feel like Cuervo at least not now. But he still had his 1911 on his hip and a revolver in the saddle bag. He kicked down the stand and turned the bike off making his way towards the brewery when he heard what sounded like a fight. "Well. I do exceed at violence... And that's about it" He made his way into the alley to see four big men against one not yet realizing it was Zeke.
"Hey!" He shouted towards them. "If you want a fight c'mon and after your girls are comforting your fat asses in the hospital with kisses. Tell me what my fucking dick tastes like!" Then he started laughing to himself and walking forward waiting for the first one to turn to him.

Storyteller

The leader of this small group, an orange-haired man with a thick beard wearing somewhat formal casual attire, grimaces and calls out to the four thugs, "Connor! Sully! Show tha' bitch where he can schtick it! Drake an' Allan, keep roughin' up th' asshat 'till he coughs up our cash."
The two named Connor and Sully break away from the group, and make their lumbering advance towards Damian. Connor opens up with a running haymaker aimed for Damian's head, while Sully follows close behind, aiming to tackle Damian to the ground.
Allan holds Zeke, locking his arms behind him as Drake whales on Zeke like a sandbag in a gym.

Zeke Marlowe

He hears the voice of his new drinking buddy just as he is getting a very rough beating from the duo. "Sac à merde!" he spits out as he takes a heavy blow to his ribs, feeling a couple crack from the force. "You lost it-" his retort is interrupted by a gut punch that leaves him wheezing. Nothing for it He rapidly makes his body invisible and starts to try focusing on making his body intangible, but the solid blows are making it difficult for him to concentrate on the intangibility.

[Invisibility, Normal, -3EP (12/15)]

[Intangibility (FAILED), Minor, -1EP (14/15)]

Damian Eli

"Where I can stick it? I thought I just told you I was balls deep in your girl. If you don't believe me I can always go to her house and send a video" Damian leaned to the right of the haymaker and returned with a right cross of his own aimed at the mans cheek. For a normal human Damian hit hard. As for the one trying to tackle him Damain caught him as he collided into him and tried to ram the tip of his elbow into the mans collar bone rabidly before he hit the ground trying to keep his head from hitting the pavement to hard.

Peter Clifford

"Okay, umm am I on? Do you see anything? Oh fuck shit"
Pete pushed a button on the side of the glasses. They looked like ordinary sunglasses. Akin to Ray Bans type look. Yet, on closer inspection you could almost see the information popping up on the lenses.
Once the button was pressed a small red flashing dot appeared on his left hand side. Which the. Turned to a green continuous one. "Okay, awesome you should be..."
His voice tailed off. The Events unfolding before him. He watched as the man received a heavy blow. Unknown to Peter for the reasons it had all unfolded. "Scan all individuals. Find details and records" Peter said out loud. The glasses did the rest. Searching all socials, government records as well as police too in the hopes of gaining a greater understanding of the situation.
He then tapped his earpiece to talk back home. "Shits kicking off here, Andy. I need you to analyse these guys and get back to me"

Storyteller

The larger men would return results of various accounts of assault and battery in their past, and all seem to have ties to the Irish Mob. The flame-haired man, an individual named Marcus Greene, returned a relatively clean record, but seeing as he was in charge of these goons it was mere elementary to deduce that he was also involved with the mob, as well.
The one that was getting the snot beaten out of him and seemingly vanished into thin air turned up a result of "Ezekiel Marlowe", and had only a speeding ticket on his government records. The other individual fighting the mobs.. didn't seem to turn up any info, a rather curious occurrence.
Connor reels from the hook, shaking his head and attempting to shake off the stars he was seeing from it while Sully grits his teeth with pain from Damian's elbow, engaging now with a full mount, throwing a flurry of wild punches aimed at Damian's face.
Marcus spies that they have a witness, and tells Drake "Kindly make sure our peeping Tom keeps his mouth shut, aye? I'll handle th' shitebag until ya come back." Drake nods and begins to lumber over to Peter, ready to rough him up and scare him into keeping quiet.

Zeke Marlowe

Given an opportunity to breathe and focus, he tries to make himself phase through the arms of Allan, and slips out.

[Intangibility, Normal x1, -3EP (11/15)]

Storyteller

Allan would sputter to Marcus "H-He's gone, boss! He slipped right through me 'ands like he were a ghost!"

Damian Eli

Damian threw his hands up in front of his face soaking up the punches grunting in pain. "Fine then. Remeber you swung first" and with a laugh Damian found an opening and slammed his palm up into the bottom of Sullys nose as hard as he could feeling it crunch under hand and then threw him to the side making his way to his feet looking at the man he clocked in the face earlier and started towards him. "I don't like people who hurt my friends. " He said in a low almost growl. "You choose. Do you want to walk out of here? Or crawl?"

Andrew Moore

Andy gets to work for Pete, using the facial recognition software and cross-referencing it with any and all available records.
”Well, looks like the goons are part of the Irish mob. All of ‘em have a history of assault and battery, so watch out for them. The fucking Heat Miser is named Marcus Greene, and he’s got a shockingly clean record, so my guess is he’s their boss. The guy they’re trying to beat the snot out of is Ezekiel Marlowe - nothing but a speeding ticket on his record - but from the looks of it he’s an evo so who knows what’s up with him” There’s a pause for a bit “That last guy, though? I can’t find a name, a record, nothing. That’s odd...”

Peter Clifford

"Aight, fuck it. We will help that guy but keep searching the random dude. Don't trust that"
Peter then eyed up and squared up to the gang member coming towards him. Smirking he taunts. "Ooh here comes Mr Tough guy. Look at that face all mean and nasty. So scared. Truly" He calls out before getting into his fighting stance.

Storyteller

Drake finally is within reach of Pete, grinning as he retorts, "Ha! We got a wise guy. I like pummeling wise guys." Drake opens up with a right jab followed up with a left hook, returning to a boxer stance for defense.
Sully rolls until he gets up to his knees, spewing out a steady stream of curses while clutching his broken nose. Connor lets out a low growl of his own before retorting, "I'll fuckin' walk after I break yer legs an' arms, bitch!" as he sets into a Muay Thai stance, throwing a couple of jabs at Damian.
Allan would continue looking for Zeke, while Marcus' face would grow increasingly more and more red. He would not notice that his firearm was being drawn from its holster by an invisible Zeke.

Zeke Marlowe

Undoing the clasp that held the pistol in the holster, he draws the gun carefully, hoping that Marcus didn't make any sudden moves. Once he successfully takes it, he quickly puts Marcus in a choke hold, pressing the gun to Marcus' temple. "You lost your money fair and square, branleur. Now, call off your goons and get lost."

Storyteller

Marcus was caught off guard for a moment, but quickly recovers and elbows Zeke in the ribs (with a satisfying grunt of pain to Marcus) while simultaneously grabbing his gun and redirecting the aim away from his head. "Hey Allan! He's right here, ya dumb fuck!"

Damian Eli

Damian took the blow right to the jaw but didn't seem to even feel it he saw a gun floating and had gone from fighting to life or death. He let out a blood curdling roar and started to advance Connor witha flurry of blows an uppercut to the solar plexus followed by a right cross to the face hard enough to break an orbital in the man face.
And then he grabbed the man by the head and began to slam into the wall closest to him until he felt he was done. Then he turned towards Marcus kicking Sully in the ribs for good measure as he began stalking towards him. "You can all leave. And take your friend to a hospital as I'm pretty sure I've caved his head in. Or you can all die here. This is the last fucking chance you will get." His gun was in hand now and aimed at Allan. "Zeke. Stop fighting fair you're invisible. Go for the god damned nuts"

Peter Clifford

"Slow. So slow. So goddamn slow." Was all Peter could think as the jab came in. He opted to block that one to set up the next punch. A left hook. Peter took one step back and as the punch flew in front of him, he simply grabbed his arm and used the momentum of the attacker to his advantage. Tripping him up with his right leg. Peter the. Lifted the man up. Having him fall into his back and then a swift left kick to his temple in a hope to knock him out swiftly.

[Basic x2, normal x1 19/25]

Storyteller

Drake falls onto his back, reeling from the sheer speed of the reversal before receiving the kick, now seeing stars as he lay groaning on the ground. Marcus, seeing this is quickly turning against him and his men, shouts "Back off, lads! Th' piece o' shite ain't worth one o' us dyin'." He starts to back away as the other men start to help each other up, scowling at the newcomers as they back off with their figurative tails between their legs.

Zeke Marlowe

Becoming visible once more, he looks like crap. Busted lip, a matching set of black eyes, and still struggling with his cracked ribs, this was in the worst physical state he had ever been in. Then again, he never really got into fights; he usually avoided them whenever his brutal honesty made people angry. Slowly walking over to Damian while keeping an eye on the thugs, he grins and says "I'd have kicked 'em, but they're probably so small I'd have a hard time finding 'em."

Damian Eli

Damian kept his gun trained on them until they were gone and he could no longer hear footsteps. Then he holstered the 1911 and it was like a flip switched again his lip was slightly busted and he a fresh brusie on his cheek but there was a grin on his face. "Im sure they were. The fuck happened?" He was looking over Zekes face and whatever wounds he could see. "You might need some painkillers. And stay in a hotel for a few days"

Zeke Marlowe

"I can tell you all about it, my friend, but let's make sure that dude's all right." he says as he motions towards Peter, who seems unscathed. "Painkillers would be great, if nothing else to take the edge-" he continues, wincing as his sides are wracked with pain. "That's gonna suck for a while."

Peter Clifford

The man stood there smiling. For years he had been the whole taking the kicking. Now he was giving them out. His eyes tailed in on the two men. Who clearly knew each other. Not wanting to worry them Peter took his phone out to text Andrew. "Info on the other guy? Need ASAP now?" He pocketed his phone. Keeping a wary eye on the duo while not moving towards them. Unsure of their intentions for now"

Storyteller

A few records for the mystery individual finally showed up at this time. There was a record from an orphanage in Detroit, and a record of an arrest. Further inspection leads to a Michigan Driver's License with the name of Damian Eli.

Andrew Moore

He keeps searching. Eventually, he finds some records. "Righty - our mystery dude is Damien Eli. Orphan from Detroit, with an arrest record for some gang-related business when he was 15"

Peter Clifford

"Well, aren't you the luckiest man alive right now?" Peter pointed to the man he knew to be Ezekiel but he withheld that information for now. "But, you're a goddamn close second!" Peter pointed to the gun waving lunatic. "What the hell was that man? You wanna show mobsters a gun? You're lucky you aren't religious right now. Jheez."
He stops to take an exaggerated breath. Hands on hips like a disappointed father. "You guys be crazy."

Damian Eli

Damian flashed a smile that seemed more like a wolf bearing its teeth. "It wasn't just for show. The plan was the one i think he called Allan first then the guy struggling with Zeke. Then the rest." His tone was light and he seemed rather cheery despite his words and the blood of two different men that coated his hands. "We appreciate the help though. The numbers weren't in our favor"

Zeke Marlowe

He manages a slight smile, even if everything hurt at the moment. "Yeah, if you hadn't come along and split up their focus I might be even more messed up than I already am." He laughs and winces with pain. "Though I wish I knew how to better defend myself from something like this.. Thanks for the tip on kicking him in the nuts, but I.. kinda froze." His expression becomes more sheepish.
"So, what's you're name, stranger?"

Peter Clifford

The lad turned to Damian his expression that of shock and confusion. "Oh yes what an idea. Let's shoot up Irish Mobsters in the middle of the Park. Genius. Not only would we then have a price to pay but the Police too." He focuses his attention to the other man after he asks Peter for his name. "I do not think you're ready to learn that yet, Ezekiel"

Zeke Marlowe

Hiding a sudden onset of fear, he simply replies "Is that so?" He reaches into Pete's mind and forges a link, his mangled face spreading into a smirk. "Then it's probably best if we all just forget the whole thing then, eh?" He starts to focus, his mind swimming through Peter's thoughts like a crayfish through murky water, seeing the events through his eyes and looking through the memories like a film being projected onto a wall. Then everything.. stops. Abruptly and suddenly. For about a week, then just picks up like it didn't exist. But at least he has the name to the face now.
"Meh. Ready or not, I think it would only be fair since you found mine out, Peter." He shrugs, continuing to maintain the link to read on Peter's surface thoughts and emotions. "Though to be fair, I was jumped in the park, and pulled that asshole's own gun on himself."

[Mind Link, Minor x1, -1EP (14/15)]

[Telepathy, Normal x1, -3EP (12/15)]

Damian Eli

Damians smile remained as he started to wipe the gang members blood off on his tie before rolling it up and shoving it in his pocket. "I would have claimed self defense. Just an accountant looking to get a drink. Got jumped one time to many and finally snapped"
His eyes never left the strangers getting ready for another fight. He could feel something pooling in his stomach a cool feeling that hr knew would rush through his veins if he needed but he'd need to know if the man had any abilities and what kind before he reached for his own power. "So.... Are we gonna be like the Justice League? Dibs on Wonder Woman"

Peter Clifford

Peter decided not to say anything about this man knowing his name. Instead doing his best to make the duo feel this was his plan anyway. "Perhaps you should be mindful of those around you? Bit weird dontcha think. Four mobsters all doing this out in the open? Almost like they had orders..."
Peter clicked the side of his glasses. It did literally nothing but he wanted them both to think he had an ace up his sleeve. Finally he commented on the gunslinging geek. "I was alway more of a Marvel fan myself"

Zeke Marlowe

"Does that make me the Martian Manhunter? Or Gambit, if we go Marvel?" he replies. "To be fair, the why may have been because Marcus did lose a lot of money to me in a series of bets." He chuckled a little, shortly devolving into a cough. "Though the park is awfully quiet tonight. Likely he didn't want people to see what would be going down. Were it not for you, mes ami, I'd probably be dead." Grinning to himself, he adds dryly "Looks like my good luck continued to run true."
He decides to maintain the link, but not meddle with the new person's memories quite yet, softly picking up on Pete's surface thoughts and emotions. "Were I feeling a bit better, I'd offer you both a drink. Maybe a rain check? But for the time being, let's get out of this place. I don't know if they'll be coming back with more goons, and even with guns blazing and you, my crazy warrior friend, we would likely lose that engagement."

Damian Eli

Damian nodded thinking about the armor he had left home maybe this.. this is why he needed to be Cuervo. Stay close to the street take care of assholes who went after people like Zeke. "We really should get moving. I'm crazy but not crazy enough to fuck with more guys who will come guns drawn. Especially because I only have ine extra mag" He started towards his bike expecting the others to go where they needed to go

Peter Clifford

For the first time in this conversation Peter slowed some slight emotion. Slightly smirking at the mention of the gambling. "Then I bud you farewell, men. Think I'll take that drink. I'll contact you."

Zeke Marlowe

Smiling and giving Pete a number to call, he replies "Sounds like a plan. I'll be seeing you soon, then." He bids them both farewell before heading off in his own direction, nervously looking around for any others that may be lurking in the dark.

Type

Record, Historical

Medium

Digital Recording, Text