Lykaia’s Monday afternoon odd encounter(Lykaia)
Date: 2025-08-11 15:47
(Lykaia’s Monday afternoon odd encounter(Lykaia):Lykaia)
[Mon Aug 11 2025]
On Washington Avenue
It is afternoon, about 94F(34C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by thin white clouds. The mist is heaviest At Autumn and Lake/span
(Your target has been picked up by members of an opposing faction or subfaction keen to get some intelligence from them. Your target must resist for long enough or throw them off the trail for their allies to arrive and help get them out.
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“She did.” Lykaia answers, making a slight nod of her head to Ekaterina. “Long conversation on that. Reason might be obvious. Don’t mind her staying. Just a little extra to the spice today that’s going to throw a few stones at a domino chain.” She says, making a slow shake of her head. “Age difference not helping.”
Behind Lykaia, Ekaterina can notice a black van driving to the crossing, far past the crossing. It is coming this way. Black, darkened front windows. The typical suspicious style of vehicle.
Nodding to Lykaia, Ekaterina fusses with the strap on her rifle. “She has crush on you. Is obvious.” the brunette notes, rhotic accent thick as her gaze passes over Lykaia to note the van.
Leaning back against her bike, she makes a song and dance about brushing hair from her face, the motion blocking her lips from view of anyone driving the van as she shares, with no little smarm, “Unsuspicious black van approachingg. Tinted windows.”
Moving on, she goes on to say, “I had to deal with thieving woman and X-werewolf lover after I left you to banish spirit. Has been long day.”
“Sounds like we might just continue to be having a long day.” Lykaia says, making the slightest nod to Ekaterina. With her warning, she does prepare her rifle, sliding it from its pouch and letting the sling surround her torso, one hand at the top of the rifle. Baton is drawn, too, left to hang from her wrist. She exhales. “Might want to be ready, too. Just in case.”
She makes a gesture that could be interpreted as far more casually from behind. “She has a crush. Romantic interest. Bit odd. Ten years younger than me. Wonder if she’s idealized me. Has me a little worried. Often sounds like she’s used to be an object. Not a person.”
Repeating the motion with her hand and hair, Ekaterina moves as though animatedly gesturing, narrating, “Van has passed the red, no blinkers. Is coming this way.”
That stiletto knife is drawn from its hidden sheath in Ekaterina’s boot, and palmed– The advantage of smaller blades– and the AK has its safety switched to off, the firing mechanism turned to single fire out of consideration for the various people around Washington Avenue. No stray shots and damage control, especially in public areas.
As she does so, Ekaterina gives Lykaia a look over before saying two things, the first serious, the second more joking, though delivered so dryly it might be a joke. “Is because you are authority figure. She submissive. Is nature of angel, da. And it is tits.”
The van comes rushing in and crashes into the garden on the other side of the street. The garden of Lykaia’s home. The door of the van is opened, and out jump several people, firearms in hand and one particular individual with a sword is also in hand. A quick glance reveals they are Hand peacekeeper. Likely not from the local branch. Lykaia rolls her eyes and rises her rifle at the group.
“The sword guy’s got a fogged aura. The others are silver.” She says, taking cover behind her motorbike.
Ducking down behind her motorcycle, Ekaterina nods to Lykaia as if this were just any other day in New Haven- Because of course, it is.
“Primary is sword.” Ekaterina mentions shortly, the opening gambit decreeing the tambre of this dance.
“Silver.” the brunette informs Lykaia, the shorthand for a grenade as she fits it to the under-barrel launcher of her rifle. The bipod is rested against the seat of Ekaterina’s bike, the sights are lined up, that tell-tell red dot of laser designation flags the sword wielder, center-mass and the neutralizer grenade is fired, followed by a spray of rounds on full auto– The scene has changed, and this needs crisis management, notsubtlty. After all, putting them out of action is favourable to death, and supernaturals will regenerate if given enough bedrest and hospital time.
The silver grenade releases its pulse when it lands close to the melee combatant, causing the figure to take up cover behind something else with a few bullets glancing off of him The other three peacekeeper storm to the side and took cover besides other cover. Two start to target Ekaterina, the other goes for Lykaia, whom exhales. “Think your silver got one of the other peacekeeper. Will bring down the next silver.
She leans to the side, just her upper body moving before the apparent decision of “Ah fuck it.” is said and she jacks the neural jack into the back of her neck into the interface at her neck. She jumps over behind of the cover of the guy that was targeting her.
The other two align their rifles at Ekaterina. It seems that even with the silver grenade crossing over one of them, their submachine guns and ability to use them, is not affected by it. They fore quick bursts at Ekaterina’s direction, bullets glancing off the her bike.
That ‘fuck it’ signs the next leg of this, and Ekaterina calls over, now in full piss-the-guy-off-so-he-makes-mistakes mode. “Oh good. Maybe it not be so red when you done. Is good you can find job as paint stripper for pathetic human. Shows you have future in line of work.”
The rifle is turned to single fire again. This make is not built for sustained autofire– It’s not a carbine. There’s a beat, then another bead ligned up, this time on the next target.
This keeper doesn’t get a neutralizer though. He gets a shot that Ekaterina takes the time to lign up, one that should bruise if not completely wind.
“It would be shame if you prove monster too stupid to realise that woman with grenades will bring explosives. Maybe shooting at her is bad idea, da?”
As Lykaia handles the first, Ekaterina shoots to break that cover. She rolls, ducks, avoids a spray of bullets narrowly, one coming close enough to scrape her cheek, and Ekaterina sends a flashbang their way.
“Eyes.” Ekaterina calls out to indicate to Lykaia what’s coming next.
responds to Ekaterina’s warning, repositioning herself so that the flashbang would explode behind her, though it also means that her combatant gets cover from it. The others wince and blink their eyes as it immediately goes off and explodes. The melee guy holds his arm over his eyes, but it is a little too late. Still, he waits, now moving to reposition closer to the van. The driver is still present in it, looking as if they would rather be anywhere else than here.
Lykaia bats her baton against her opponent, hitting hard against their armor while the other two duck down, trying to wait out until their vision clears to go back to shooting at Ekaterina.
The flashbang goes off and Ekaterina stops, drops, rolls, and comes back up, sprinting towards the stunned supernaturals, knife and rifle ready to engage.
Though she’s a good shot, Ekaterina is a better melee combatant, she’s exceptionally stubborn, and is by all measurable metrics, a trained brute.
The Russian barrels into the men with a wordless charge, her deadman switch triggered as she closes the gap.
Once she’s in range, the stiletto sweeps out in an overpowering stab that violently aims to puncture something vital, the rifle left to hang from its strap, a can of pepperspray dragged from a quick-release snap holster on her backpack and aimed at the man she’s not currently making to shank.
“Bad idea to try too hard to take me down.” Ekaterina taunts the man she’s in melee with. “Pathetic human lady with explosives take you with her, da. Supernatural blow up just as good if you do.”
The supernats blink, getting stabbed “Dude, I can’t see you.” He swings his weapon, cutting air while the other gets stabbed. “Ah shit.” They flail around, and then try to move away from Ekaterina, into different directions, with one of them having gotten smacked by Ekaterina’s own knife. On the other side, Lykaia gives another smack to the one she is dealing with and he starts running the couple of steps to his van and jumps inside, hiding around the sliding door. The melee specialist by the door seems to start to ‘wake’ up. The fact that he was neutralized meant no dark vision, and that means not being blinded. His focus falls onto Ekaterina first.
As the two scramble to escape, Ekaterina gets another stab in, though this one is of course underpowered because of the fleeing target.
“Hello.” the brunette calls over to the melee combatant, flipping him a rude gesture.
No time for him right now, Ekaterina needs to even the playing field, and less easy to approach targets will do that. To such ends, Ekaterina drops caltrops in her wake as she makes for the melee agent, once more sprinting to close the gap. “Lykaia! Sword wielder is back up.” she informs Lykaia, taking the running time to don a gas mask. It’s likely a teargas grenade will be dropped at the man’s feet the moment Ekaterina closes in on him.
“Affirm.” Lykaia calls on out, slipping her own from her sternum holster and sliding it over her face, taking a silver grenade from its holster to begin approaching him. He on the other hand starts to raise his blade, readying for when Ekaterina, only to get the silver grenade up his back, neutralized once more. and then is when Lykaia and Ekaterina are right onto him. He can barely defend himself, but this is not aided by the fact that the two that had sought distance, now find their own vision cleared and turn their heads towards the gangup on their lead.
This man is not having a good day; First he’s neutralized, then a flashbang, and now neutralized again with a teargas grenade dropped at his feet. A shame for the superior supernatural, seeing as he’s being handily managed like a school bully.
Ekaterina nods to Lykaia, her blade already swinging in an overpowering vicious knife strike as she comments, all too casually, voice muffled only slightly by the gas mask, “You should think about moving. They find you once.”
The brunette doesn’t even bother looking back to the other two. The caltrops are blocking them, and Lykaia’s front yard is not enough space for them to get an idealised shot off.
Oh, of course they’re still dangerous, but eliminate the big problem, then handle the stragglers– It works in hunting, it works in supernatural hunting.
It slows them, they need to look, and after a few more looks and seeing their powerful guy getting smashed, they decide the best they can do is to turn around and GTFO. They still need to watch where they are going on their way out, and there is probably some stuck to their boots that they need to try and pluck out while removing themselves.
The powerful supernat, on the other hand, has the misfortune of breathing in the teargas. Before, he might have endured some. Now? Not so much, he moves and jumps into the van and closes the door and yells, audible “DRIVE!” The van is stuck, but the wheels turn as it tries to start to make its way out “Couldn’t grab that Russian bitch! Get us out! Now! Or I’ll hurt you!”
looks to Lykaia and shrugs. She doesn’t have an issue with letting them leave, so long as they are in fact, gone
She steps away, waves, and resumes that previous conversation, attention on the van to see if it actually does leave. “In any case, Tamar still young. You are attractive woman, and she do say she like women. Is only to be expected that she have crush.”
Ekaterina’s knife is slipped away, the pepper spray returned to its snap clip, and the rifle is shouldered, ready to shoot out the van’s wheels if they try anything -funny-.
“Blyet.” she sighs after the fact. “They cost me a lot o money in grenades.”
“A few days worth. Can spare some of mine. Carrying a lot around.” Lykaia says, grabbing a silver, a flash and a teargas from the various holsters to hold them out to Ekaterina. She gives the van one last glance and mentions “Think they were here for you. Any idea why?” And then, jumping back to the other topic. “And not sure. I don’t see how I’m authoritative. And can’t really do much for beauty. Might decide to just take a dive into cyber. Doubt anyone will find me as pretty then.”
Accepting the grenades that Lykaia offers, Ekaterina tucks them away into their assigned snap release pockets, mentioning, “I have no idea why they would be here for me, but he say he want me, yes. But too strange. I have no dealing with Hand.”