Re: Outside
ooc: sorry again, my modem died, still waiting for replacement, am stealing bandwith so i can do this but it's dialup slow and crashes constantly. the web gods really do hate me.
Scion couldn't disagree with Shard's assessment. "Dammit. Fine, so you got it all figured out. How about you help me distract those fucking sirens then and give my friends, and I use the term loosely, a fighting chance? Think about it, I got something to do." Frederick might be reckless, but no one could say he didn't think on his feet. He ran and grabbed a smoke bomb from the small arsenal in the back of the van. He put the keys in the ignition and hit his comm. "Scion to leader. Got several bogies coming in. Gonna buy you some time, but you'll have to fly solo. Key's in the ignition. Borrowing a ride now. See you when I see you," he called, almost cheerfully into the communicator, thinking this was at last awfully exciting. He stalked up to Shard without waiting for the reply.
"I'm gonna have to borrow your car, unless you wanna give me a ride. You game?" He was prepared to take her car by force, because he was that cocky, even though he had no idea that Shard could probably mop the floor with him. He was already visualizing the scariest blade he could shapeshift his left arm into in case she said no. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
The moment he knew, Scion would run to the mouth of the alley and let loose with the smoke bomb. He would gag and cough at the unexpected horrible smell of it as he took off his hat and glasses but run out for the crowd to see all the same.
"Ha! So long, suckers!!" he yell at the crowd, and hopefully the cops would see his pink hair and glowing green eyes and think him the mutant inside, now escaped. Then he would jump into Shard's car, with or without her, and peel off with much squealing of tires. That should be enough to lure most if not all the patrol cars coming into following them.
"Damn, that shit stinks!" he spat at no one in particular, trying not to gag again inside the car. He could still taste that smoke on his tongue. It was all he could do not to retch, spoiled brat that he was.