<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8d/36/07/8d36071af51808d686da75d47a39c8c2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Luke Cage<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>TBD/Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luke's - Harlem, NY<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCs, Jessica, Misty, Shang, Patsy, Abigail Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Prepping for bad things<br/><strong>Music:</strong>No More Mr. Nice Guy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpPZkOK88WU&index=8&list=PL1WGTiMvY7dujN17fnJ-bABC_soJswV58)<br/><hr/><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>"Hmmm,"</strong>he pondered to Misty's sarcastic question.<strong>"I'll say somewhere below alien invasion and killer robot AI dropping a city on the planet, but <em>above</em> psycho brit making people dance like puppets and Kingpin's trying to run Hell's Kitchen. Well somewhere around there,"</strong>he said with a deep chuckle. While the ladies went off to play pool, Luke gave Jess one last look before taking her $20 and putting it in the register. Money was money and he had bills to pay, friendship...or whatever "ship" he and Jones had aside. Even a rich man could always use twenty bucks. And as Shang explained what he was feeling, it gave Luke the willies. He'd always believed in aliens and magic and stuff as a kid. Growing up in a place like this, you needed your imagination a lot more than someone not from Harlem would think. But when aliens actually fell from the sky? He couldn't believe it.<br/><br/>Until one of those things tried to kill a family nearby and Luke had torn it apart. And when Danny told him he'd been living in a magical city where he trained in magical Kung-Fu and had to kill a magical dragon to get it's magical soul so he could do his magical Iron Fist...well he believed it. And if Shang was right...dammit if he was right. He offered to stay at the bar until the feeling passed, and the big man nodded his head.<strong>"That bad huh? Yeah man, no problem. Stay as long as you want. I'll even pull out the sleeper for you if you want it. Or <em>need</em> it. I've seen you and Danny do those meditative trances where you sit for hours and I swear you're asleep. But you're not...fuckin' creepy sometimes."</strong><br/><br/>He remembered once when he'd tried to sneak up on Danny during one of his trances with a water balloon, and he'd popped it with his chi before Luke got halfway across the room. Jess's sister said she paid sometimes, and he scoffed.<strong>"Pfft, and your sister's not an alcoholic,"</strong>he said playfully. She wasn't Tony Stark rich, but Patsy Walker made a pretty decent living. As the game got underway, suddenly it just got dark. Oh yeah, the eclipse was supposed to be tonight. But the strange thing was, the lights went out. The screen on his register still worked. The jukebox still worked. Patsy's phone still worked, even his did when he pulled it out.<br/><br/>So the power wasn't out. Just the lights?  And then the most awful noise he'd ever heard since listening to a shitfaced Jess try and belt out Adele lyrics. It was some kinda animal. No wait...then he started hearing more. Animal<em>s</em>. But here in the middle of Harlem?!<strong>"What the fu-"</strong>Then another noise drew his attention. The sound of a manhole cover getting shot into the air, and then clanging on the ground. He knew that sound because they'd accidentally blasted one off when he was a kid while they were trying to get the fire hydrant to pump water so they could play. He set his cup down and walked over to the window in time to hear a lid crash onto a car and set off the alarm. Shit. This was bad. He didn't even know what it was, but he knew it was bad. Luke knew what to do.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath while Patsy went off to the bathroom, he grabbed Roy by the arm.<strong>"I don't know what, but shit's about to go down Roy. And I don't trust sendin' anyone outside right now."</strong>Leaning down, he whispered a passcode into the man's ear.<strong>"That's the code for my panic room, take all the regulars in there and lock it down tight."</strong>He'd gotten a panic room installed after that incident with Kilgrave. If he ever raged out again, he was pretty sure even he wouldn't be able to power his way out without some time. Hopefully it was protected enough to keep them safe.<br/><br/>Before the grizzled old man went about his duties though, Luke held his arm tight. He reached under the bar with his other hand and pulled out a spiked Louisville slugger(a memento from his old days), a 45. pistol. And a sawn off 12 guage shotgun.<strong>"I'm countin' on you, Roy. Big pay check for you come sunrise, deal?"</strong>"You got it boss," the old man said as he slid the pistol into his belt, cocked the shotgun, and slung the bat over his shoulder. "Listen up! You don't run with Luke or his crew here, follow me! Somethin' bad's in the air and we don't wanna be here when it shows up."<br/><br/>Taking out his own flashlight, Healy shook it a bit to get the regulars attention and led the confused, starting to panic people to a wooden panel. He slapped it and it slid back, revealing a metal door with a keypad on the side and a small view window. He typed in the code, then the door slid open. "Already, everybody in. We're gonna weather this storm in here. Trust me...you don't wanna be outside for what comes next." He made a point to shine the light on the birthday girl and gesture her to follow him as well.<br/><br/>Normal people shouldn't be around for the scary part he thought. The last of them were filing into the room as Patsy came back out. She asked what the plan was, and Luke calmly reached back under the bar. He came back up with a box. And after pulling out a dull yellow jacket, he slipped it on. Then he pulled out a length of chain that clanked as he rolled it around his fist. It was probably just a bit over 12 feet long...and just as indestructible as the man holding it.<strong>"Plan? We keep these people safe. We keep the people outside safe. And we <em>fuck shit up</em> for whoever decided tonight was the night they wanted to have a party."</strong><br/><br/>Thankfully the bar was something of a fortress. Reinforced stone building, new, heavy gauge metal doors, bars on the doors and windows. The windows themselves were reinforced bulletproof glass(after a few problems with drive-bys). He spent a small fortune on this place, but considering what happened to the first one, he wasn't too upset with his investment.<strong>"Only question is do we wanna do this in here, or out there with <em>them</em>? Don't make me no nevermind...I'm insured,"</strong>he said with a grin while cracking his knuckles.