Tyrone rises from a shadow on a rooftop, Tandy with her glowing dagger moving along with him. He looks about, the darkness of the street no impediment to his vision. He spots Mary, as he knows who to look for. Even her stealth skills can't hide from someone who can see in the dark.

"I see her! There!" He said to Tandy. He paused, and then looked back at his partner. "Are you sure she needs our help? From what I can tell she can take care of herself. I mean, she beat the hell outta that guy so easy it was like she was cleaning dirt from her shoe!"
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In reply to Tyrone Johnson (msg # 20):

"That's not the point! We should be ready in case she needs our help! After all, what if she gets hurt or something?" Tandy explained with a bit of exasperation.

She dimmed the light from her magic dagger, just in case there where unfriendly eyes that may spot her and Tyrone on the rooftop. "Besides, we have to get the kid to someplace safe! And if there is one being nabbed, there are more! We can get them all to safety in seconds!" She grinned at him. While Tyrone would use his shadows to get them out, it was her link to the weapon that would allow them all to move safely through his shadows.

Well, wasn't this becoming quite the party?

Mary didn't recognize the woman without a heartbeat or the man climbing walls like gravity was only a suggestion, but she knew she wasn't the only vigilante that prowled New York at night. Then, of course, Tandy and Tyrone had caught up. They hadn't spent a lot of time together, but the more they did the more she would be able to pick out their voices.

And it all meant one thing: this whole situation was about to become a s***-show. Money, booze, corruption, kidnapping, vigilantes... And if she was being honest, the thought excited her. Something big was about to go down and she might be in a position to do a lot of good, something she couldn't have done before putting on the mask.

So far Mary hadn't heard anything to indicate that their charge was in immediate danger, so it was time to start eliminating variables. And the first one would be the stranger climbing walls. If he was friend, they needed to coordinate. If he was foe, he needed to be removed before he created problems.

So the Devil of Hell's Kitchen returned to the rooftops surrounding the stadium, finding a flat open area where she could wait for her quarry to come to her. She hoped her instincts were correct. If he meant her harm, standing out in the open like she was about to do would put her at a serious disadvantage.

Peter chose to only traverse from rooftop to rooftop on foot. It would draw less attention than him relying on his webs and he did not want to give away the Spider-Man was lurking about. Thanks to the Bugle he had built up a certain reputation and while he did not care so much about those inside the stadium knowing because they would but anyone outside who saw him could call the authorities. Adding cops to the mix would only make this more of a headache and it was almost a splitting one at this moment.

He moved easily enough, his powers making it easy enough for him to do though skidded to a stop when he saw something peculiar or rather someone. There was a woman dressed in garb that concealed her identity as easily as his own did for him, which could possibly mean she was not supposed to be here. On the other hand she could have been hired to guard the place much like Osborn had hired similar types as enforcers, but if that was the case she was doing a shoddy job by standing out in the open. Perhaps it was intentional since she was standing out there like she was expecting someone to make an appearance, and his gut told him that he was the person she was waiting on.

This deduction led him to realizing it was wiser not to attack and see what this lady wanted. That and there was also the fact she could have been one of the pairs of footsteps he heard earlier. If so then she had at least one partner with her who was watching her. No matter who they were he felt confident he could handle this even if it was an ambush. All of this nonsense because for a damn photo of a make believe creature. Jameson was going to pay more than usual for how annoying this job had become.

The masked man proceeded until he jumped and landed on the rooftop the stranger also stood on. He stared at her through the googles, taking in any clues as to who this woman could be. Definitely masked but was she one of those who had rumors about her or was she new to this? Some of the vigilantes had eyewitness reports but no photographs ever captured their forms. If he could have he would have taken a picture but at the very least he could write this up in his story later.

He decided to be the one to break the silence even if he did not know exactly how to go about this. “Fancy meeting you here, who are you exactly?”
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"I'm the..." but Mary abruptly trailed off. "I need a shorter name. Call me Daredevil."

Smooth...

"There was a kidnapping in town, about 20 minutes ago. I've followed the trail to this location. I'm was about to breach the stadium and continue my search when I noticed your arrival. I don't know who you are or what you are trying to accomplish, but I figured the polite move was to see whose side you are on before deciding what I should do about you."

“Daredevil? Okay then, Spider-Man” Peter replied  while he pointed at himself when he gave his vigilante name. Strangely enough he was more curious than anything by the name the lady gave him. If this really was the so called Devil and her reputation preceded her then he might be in danger. Even so he did not seem the least bit perturbed even when she claimed she was still unsure about what she was going to do with him.

“I can tell you I’m not working for the people inside,” he said and gestured towards the stadium. ”I also have no intention of getting in your way to save someone, and I’m going to take you at your word that’s what you’re here to do.” For all he knew she was lying through her teeth but he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt for now. “How about we go inside then if need be we go our separate ways from? If not I guess we can stay out here in the rain and let the kidnappers do whatever is they’re doing to their victim.”

An old Buick rides across the street towards Hell's Kitchen. It was black, the night too dark for the driver to be recognized but seemed to have two men in the front of the car. It hummed as though the only sound in the night, however, this dissipated the closer and closer it was to the stadium. A slight trail came from the back of it, dripping though hardly heard before it got close to the stadium.

It rode towards the closed entrance of the stadium, striding along the ground with the two men in the driver seats becoming more clear over time. It wasn't going fast, but not slow either, as it was oddly straight. The car's trunk was open but only detectable from the side or behind. It looked normal from the front or upon glance as it grew closer to the entrance of Hell's Kitchen.

A few men from the very top of the stadium who were either spotters, snipers, whatever they may be, were picked off. Red covered the area below them, both on and over whatever railing there was. No shots were heard, if any had been fired, there was no trace of what angle they had come from. To an experienced eye, this was highly suspicious and could probably be narrowed down to a deliberate attack.

In reply to Peter Parker (msg # 25):

Both Parker's and Murdock's inhuman senses activate as Tryone rises from a shadow behind Daredevil. Parker detects obvious danger from the living shadow, and the girl with the dagger of light and glowing eye tattoo that steps out of the dark cloak.

Murdock senses Tyrone as he sounds and smells like no one else on earth. Instead of a heart beat and blood flow his inner body functions sounds just like air being sucked into a tunnel only her senses could detect. Even his scent barely registers as a solid being, and her radar sense reveals only a semi solid creature. More floating cloth than flesh and blood.

"What, do you two shop at the same store?" Tyrone says, seeing now that the Spider Man was not threatening Murdock.

In reply to Tyrone Johnson (msg # 27):

Tandy made an annoyed face ar her partner. "Tyrone! Be nice!" She shook her head and smiled and waved at Parker. "I'm Tandy! This is Tyrone! Do you two go to the same...ummm...parties or soemthing?" She glances at Murdock and then back at Parker.

In the changing room Siobhan knew she'd find something in her size that was dry. It was a fair trade, a dress for the evening for one that was likely far nicer. However, that also meant it needed a bit of work. Pinning it here and there, what was once a boring cut was temporarily some nice ruching, a hand done touch. A mirror allowed her to put her hair up, a few tasteful curls falling around her face. Thankfully she was wearing some jewelry when she came out.

Looking around as she opened the door, Siobhan worked to make her way to an exit from the back and out into the event proper.

The Buick seems to keep going even at the entrance of Hell's Kitchen. The guards looking over seemed to of course try and stop it, not exactly thinking it was anything more than a sleeping driver. Upon futher inspection, the two men who were in the front of the car had signs on them, red going down their heads. The signs read, 'Give me. The hostages.' As the drivers were both slumped over, dead.

The guards noted this a bit too late, the car having a trail of wire behind it which tugged upon the trunk. It had run out of room to go, and instead of the wire snapping, a clump of dynamite pulls out. There was a gas trail also leaking, covering the dynamite and pouring in a follow. At the end of the street, a light from a cigar is lit, giving a bright orange into the night. It drops onto the gas trail, the wire somewhere along the trail. The fire spreads towards the car at a rapid pace. The trunk of the vehicle was filled almost to the brim with TNT.

Before anybody knew it, an explosion erupts at the entrance of Hell's Kitchen, big, bright, and a satisfying sight to behold. Upon that street a man in a trench coat and holding a Winchester rifle walks towards the stadium. His rifle was aimed, and proceeded to fire at the confused batch of guards. Car shrapnel and fire had erupted over the entrance, causing the scene to be total chaos.

Mary turns around to look at the pair before nodding her head back in the direction of Peter.

"Spider-Man." she said simply. "I don't know if we go to the same boutique. We just met and I have yet to ask him to take me shopping. And it would seem that if he isn't on our side, he's at least not against us."

She turned back then. "And he's got a point. We're on a clock. You are welcome to join us Spider-man, we just need to..."

And then the night lit up a fraction of a second before a wall of sound and force washed over them. In the wake of the explosion Mary dropped to her knees. Her enhanced senses were all well and good until someone blew up a literal ton of TNT in front of her.

With her ears ringing she was defenseless.

Roberto Da Costa finished his ride up to the main doors got out, and had his driver park elsewhere. This was perfectly normal, and his driver would sit in the car while it was running due to him liking the car to be rather toasty, since he preferrwe warmer temperatures. As he got in with his invitation completely fine, and as Roberto Da Costa was walking through the entrance into the more populated party center. The most Raucous thing happened an explosion. That wasn't something you'd expect especially, and it startled and dsazzled him. Not knowing about the Punisher, or the crimes commited by those attending/hosting the party he was surprised this happened at all, and As such he went off to investigate the source if the explosion.
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In reply to Mary Murdock (msg # 31):

Tandy at once runs over to Mary, kneeling by her and touching her shoulders. "Are you alright!? What happened!?" She was confused as to why Mary would be the only one in such pain. Then she quickly realized given Mary was holding the sides of her head.

"Tyrone, go see what happened! I'm going to try and heal her!" She draws the hidden dagger from her sleeve, and the entire weapon and the circular mark around her right eye glows pure white.

She lightly touches the now energy blade to Mary's head, and instead of burning or damage, Mary feels her system purified of any and all outside damage or impurities that happen to be plaguing her.
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In reply to Tandy Bowen (msg # 33):

Tyrone nodded, looked over the edge of the roof for signs of the blast or smoke. Upon seeing it, as darkness was no obstruction for him, he sinks into the rooftop like the shadow he resembled and vanishes.

When he reappears, he rises from the floor like shadow made solid. He can only transport to where he can see, so he can only be as close to the blast as he could have spotted from the rooftop.

Mary would have likely noticed the slight turn of Peter’s head a second before the arrival of Tandy and Tyrone. That sixth sense of his went off and just like always it proved to be right on the mark for it to somehow detect two people who had essentially popped up from out of nowhere. It was also the reason he did not look surprised then again it was difficult to tell any emotions from him since his face was hidden behind a mask. “So these are your partners,” he said to Mary as if he somehow knew they were around, which he assumed was the other footsteps he heard earlier.

He gave a shake of his head and held up a hand when the young lady introduced herself along with her friend. “Look Sunshine, never give your name in a circumstance like this. If you’re going to be running around with people who wear a mask the least you can do is come up with a name though I’m sure Miss Devil here can take you a decent enough shop if you want a mask for yourself.”

With that said he stayed quiet and listened to Mary speak though he could not give a response because his Sense went off again. “What?” His head snapped in the direction of where the explosion would happen a few heartbeats later. The blast was large enough for him to feel the vibrations in his bones but that was it. Somehow the Daredevil suffered some sort of injury from the attack but what it was he could not say. He was a journalist not a doctor after all.

There was no time to question any of this especially when someone was attacking the arena and there were people inside. The only one he was actually concerned about was Siobhan since he was partially responsible for her being in the building. “I’m going on inside, best chance to get in while the guards deal with whoever thought it was a good idea to kick the hornet’s nest.” He ran to the edge of the building and jumped to the next rooftop, his destination quite clear as he was determined to get inside during this chaos.

The man entered the chaos, the shots stopping with him disappearing into the stadium. The Winchester was slide under the wreck of the car. He seemed to be out of sight, changing his attire to one of the security guard's who was running around the side to respond to the event. He was simply given a punch to the jaw and went out.

Frank was now disguised as a security guard, leaving his gear in a vent near the entrance but far enough in it'd be undetectable unless someone looked for it. Frank now disappeared into the stadium, disguised.

From a safe distance on the roof of a nearby building, the Watcher, with binoculars to his eyes, monitors the blossom of flames the explosion, then focuses on the man sneaking into the building.

"I should have expected this..."

Tyrone vanished once more, this time able to see the chaos and havoc up close. The security people seem to be running around, looking for whoever or whatever caused the blast. The weird-looking black kid in the funny hood and cape made a handy scapegoat...as all black kids did in this country.

"Hey! Yeah, you punk! Hold it!" Three of the bigger tough guys said, pointing handguns at Tyrone's chest.

"Where is the kid?" Tyrone said, glowering at the three men.

"That don't sound so respectful to me! I'm the one with the gun!" The man growled. "You should know yer place, you sawed-off clown!" He proceeded to put a bullet into where he thought Tyrone's legs should be...as he could not see into the darkness of the cloak.

Nothing happened. No blood, no reaction of pain, not even a flinch from Tyrone. The man seemed confused, and fired again-this time joined by the other two who now looked scared.

The bullets hit what would have been center mass, into Tyrone's chest. Expect again, the bullets went into the darkness and did not come out Tyrone's cape covered back. His angry expression never even changed. Finally, his eyes narrowed, the shadows of his hood covering his face so much only two slightly glowing spots could be seen. Then he vanished.

The three men looked at each other briefly, as if they just dreamed the whole thing. Then out of no where, Tyrone was right next to them. The cloak seemed to grow and reach out like some sort of living shroud, covering all three in darkness. They scream as one, and then are silenced.

"I should leave you in there..." He growled, tempted. However, he knew that would not get him any answers. He needed them, and maybe more importantly, he was not 'hungry' as of now. Tandy's blade provided for whatever it was that kept him fed, but he could feel the darkness hungering for living things. He focused, and his face twisted up.

All three men where thrown out of the cape-as if they where falling from someplace higher up. They land in a heap, shivering and teeth chattering. The guns lost into the darkness of the cloak itself, and three men now in fetal potions had barley any ability to even pull a trigger. As if the cold was not enough, each man had just endured his worst nightmare, which Tyrone now knew in detail.

"So, I am gonna ask one last time." He growled at the chilled and terrorized men at his feet. "WHERE IS THE KID!?"

Two guards had the same nightmare. Slavering jaws of something bipedial and not yet human. The other guard who shouted orders had a nightmare that was even worse, a huge hypodermic needle dripping with poison pushing through the sternum.

"THEY'RE IN THE BOMB SHELTER UNDER THE STADIUM!" They scream in unison as they shiver and fall over each other, trying to regain the strength and coordination to escape.

Inside the banquet hall, Roberto doesn't even have time to sample the hors d'ouvres when the waitstaff apologetically rush everyone down the stairs, explaining that there's "police activity" and they need to be inconvenienced only momentarily for their safety.

Siobhan bumps into a guard as well.

"This way, lady! This way!"

Once again her intelligence is underestimated as they're lead down deeper tunnels.

"Not even a martini?" whines a man rushing in the line.

Kraven, leading the head of the line, groans in annoyance.

"You've had three already, Doctor Strange!"

In reply to The Narrator (msg # 39):

"They better be alive...or I am coming for all of you! And then I feed you to the Darkness!" He snarled.

He wanted to do it now. He had seen their fears, but he had gotten a feel for their crimes as well. It filled him with anger that people like this moved unfettered through the world, while he and his suffered in constant fear.

He headed for the basement, sinking into the floor and becoming a shadow once more until there is nothing but seemingly normal shadows left. However, he plans to pick up Tandy first...
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It was good when things worked out. She even managed to look slightly worried when there was some sort of loud sound. If they heard it in here, though, it must have been something very loud. Not gunfire, something more. Maybe there was an accident. But the rushing into safety, and she'd only gotten herself a single martini before losing a bit of it on the guard.

Going down, she looked around and asked, "um...what's going on?" She added a tinge of fear in her voice. Siobhan might learn something even if she doesn't get to see the dragon tonight. And, there were some powerful people here, some important and some odd. But she may meet some people.

Roberto follows the Guards directions not wanting to argue with them. He knew if he argued it would cause a scene, and that wasn't something he wanted to do, so he chose the other approach instead. Besides, it was probably a distraction. Which meant that there's probably someone who doesn't belong here, but he had no idea who, or how many. So, he needed to talk to them, and keep an eye on the others. So, he decided to ask a random person
  That was quite loud. what do you think it was?

The man was making his way down to the bomb shelter where the people were being held. He had a small revolver, being dressed like a security guard meant people thought he should have a firearm, especially in this situation. Even if they didn't, a random civilian wouldn't know police regulations.

He had the revolver in his right hand, though his finger off the trigger and it pointed down. It was in a manor where nobody would give him a second glance, the chaos made sure of that. He pushed through the crowd, not making eye contact and keeping to himself. Only to the trained eye, did he look suspicious.