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There's a man sitting by the fire in a dark grey suit, fedora, with red gauntlets and a spooky red domino mask with blank eyeballs. He's currently reather chalant, working away at a puzzle on the coffee table. It isn't until the Door opens that he looks up, casual as anything...and then freezes.

A lady in a gray catsuit and the exact same man are walking in through the doorway,

"I don't have to like it." Retorts the red-headed woman hotly to the Real Red Panda before the change of the view in front of her registers. "Oh, not this a...gain."

"...Red Panda? Who's that by the fire?"

"Oh this can not end well." The becostumed man by the fire murmurs.

Tiny Vigilante tag: The Red Panda!

((three pups, two muns, all threads timed after the encounter))

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It's very easy to lose track of where you may be stepping while in a conversation. This case led to an open door, a sudden bar, and a...small problem. The Red Panda and the Flying Squirrel had entered the Bar...to find the Red Panda already there!

"It would appear to be me, Squirrel. Or rather, a reasonable facsimile."

The one thing he knew for certain is that this Bar didn't allow two of the same person to ever meet. He'd asked, so this meant a fake. And yet, a convincing fake. Several times, he'd been impersonated in here, including one time in which a bunch of alien clones with disguise abilities copied him all at once.

"I'm willing to bet this isn't that fellow in the gray skin and jetpack. How do you want to handle this, then?"

"Well..." From the look of what can be seen from under her mask, The Femme Fatale of Toronto has just found a new outlet for her anger. There's the sort of unholy gleam in her eyes, and one can just about catch the sound of her flexing a fist at the sight of the 'imposter' getting up slowly from where he was sitting, and making his way for the nearest exit.

"Since there's no fighting in the Bar Proper...I think I'd start by dragging him out to the backyard area before working him over...and while it may have been done once before...I'll make him eat that mask."

"Probably for the best in this case, but we'd better act quickly."

He noticed the other Panda getting up and moving towards an exit. The Bar did prohibit violence for the sake of its patrons of course, but Kit's plan was straightforward enough.

"I'll proceed directly while you cut off his escape."

That way, they could catch and pull him outside before anyone had the chance to bat an eyelash. So saying, he started moving for the false Panda, entrusting the Flying Squirrel to snare him before he got away.

"...yeh...hahaha...you were just waiting for this..."

The 'false' Red Panda watches carefully looking towards both of Toronto's finest heroes as they move to intercept him, the Flying Squirrel heading into the rafters barely gets a glance. He's already got a good idea of what is on her mind, and with the real fella heading off his hasty exit towards the stairs...

He's only got one avenue of escape, the epiglotous scanners for his own lair won't let him in for anything, and the tunnels to it could be easily discovered if he used them. That justs leaves the door to the Back area. He just has to buy some time..

"...sir...this isn't what you think it is....really."

"I think it's a situation in dire need of an explanation."

That sounded like a fairly good account of what this was. Undeterred, the Red Panda kept his eyes fixed squarely on the other's eyes to spook him up a bit and keep him from escaping. Of course, if the other Panda was willing to talk freely right now, then there wouldn't be a problem, save for Kit not being able to vent frustrations on someone.

"......you know the whole spooky-eyeball thing isn't going to work, right?"

He's already backing up towards the Back Door...it's just a few feet more until he's got the reach to make the dash outside. Outside there's plenty of running room, only -one- building to leap off of...and he's got the knowledge of the grounds on his side. However, he has to get out there first.

"It's a bit like trying to scare...someone stuck in your body. And I'll say this much, I don't scare easily.....sir."

"I find that it does exactly what it was meant to do."

That is, it's not so much the fear involved as...the distraction. If you're paying attention to the Red Panda, entirely focused when he wants you to, then he has you right where he wants you. Besides, if he wasn't even a little bit afraid, he wouldn't be running.

"I don't think you should be worrying about him at the moment, sunshine!" The Flying Squirrel yells as she launches herself from a rafter intent to strike, tackle and throw the Red Panda imposter those last few feet to the door.

"Hiyyyah!"

As she flies, he braces himself at the last fraction of the second to roll backwards into that tackle, sending more force into the throw than she was expecting and launch himself away.

"...What the..."

"Wough!"

It's a jarring impact to the shoulder to land that far, but now he's at least outside. And already rolling to his feet, hands up and focused on the Flying Squirrel.

"Please, just hold on a moment..."

Hello...this was different. You don't often find the fakes trained in acrobatics enough to pull a stunt like that, even though it was slightly haphazard in the delivery. And it was no small feat to catch the Flying Squirrel off guard like that. However, as he was trying to stall them, Red Panda operated his boots for just a short burst for a leap outside that would close the distance between them in a second and pin him down. And then, they would have him.

"Static shoes! I forgot about those damn static shoes!" He realizes belatedly, looking up at the Red Panda flying at him.

It's only slightly good news that he's outside, he's got the knowledge of the local terrain working for him for the moment...He's just not used to this shape. The Red Panda is a good deal taller than his default configuration, and it's throwing off his acrobatics a good deal...

Which means he's only got a chance at not getting hit by diving...towards the Red Panda's leap. He's counting on that momentum to carry the man behind him. now he just has to figure how to deal with the other vigilante wanting to have a few good 'words' with him.

You could definitely get a "What the...?" feeling off of the real Red Panda as his apparent doppelganger again performed a surprising acrobatic maneuver. Either he had done his homework thoroughly, or there was more to this than a mere man in a suit. As he landed, though, his hand snapped out and...

"That's enough of that, I think."

...there was a grapple-gun in it, firing off at the other Panda in order to ensnare him quickly and bring his agile escape to an end. The only way he'll get out of that would be if he had trained in the same arts of escape as he has, and then discovered how to vanish like a ninja.

"Oh COME ON,"

Oh and there's the rub, because from the looks of things he's definitely going through the proper motions of the art of escaping from being wrapped about the torso with a grapple line. It's the vanishing into the treeline that'll be problematic as there's 5'2" of angry pugilist in a squirrel suit coming towards him.

He can dimly hear the sound of the Red Panda landing and mentally files away where and how far away, while struggling back up in what he'll admit will either be a truly awesome martial arts manuver, or the silliest fight he's ever had to do.

"Don't you know when you're beat?" The Flying Squirrel crows taking the first swing at the talented imposter, and then tries to follow it up with a swift kick to the kneecap when he dodges. "Hold still!"

"Rather not! Thank you!" The man replies as his contortions bear the fruit of his labors, he's gotten one of his arms free of that grapple rope and it's only seconds before he'll get that other arm out.

Without a word of warning, the Red Panda moved to snatch said free arm and pin it behind him so we can get him in a hold that will secure the faker.

"Rggh!" It's through a clenched jaw that the faker bites down on some frustration, still twisting and thrashing like a landed eel. "I really don't want to fight!"

"Well then, quit struggling!"

The only one fighting here was him at the moment. True, the Flying Squirrel had taken some swings, but those were just takedown methods. You know, like he was trying to employ here only without hurting him as much. The Red Panda wondered about the sort of person who told him he didn't want a fight while wearing his mask, but first thing's first!

"Funny, I don't call getting tackled and beaten a-ugh!"

It's a quick hard kick to his head from the Flying Squirrel, rendering the impostor unconscious.

"Nighty-night." She purrs as the figure slumps in the Red Panda's hold. "Now...then...what do you wanna do with him?"

"Well..."

As soon as he's sure the fella's out cold, he lets him drop to the ground.

"...we could just unmask him for starts. It's not as though we're violating a secret identity here."

He looks at the bright red mask, though, and hesitates.

"But then, our friend here uses quite a number of the same skills, so I wouldn't be surprised if the mask was boobytrapped. But would he go so far as to study hypnotism and resist it when used against him...?"

The Red Panda is...considering.

"I don't think he's that prepared boss...look at his shoes and gloves. They're just a regular pair of boots dressed up to look like yours, no circuitry." She also gestures to the face, and the nicely rising lump from the kick. "And he didn't look too happy when we showed up in the Bar...think we surprised whoever he is."

"We tend to do that alot in our line of work."

But Kit was right. It's not as though he were a complete copy. Plus, with boobytraps, the kind he would employ were the sort he was actually protected against.

"Oh, why not?"

He attempts to pull off the mask.

Nothing, the mask isn't coming off very easily, must be some strong binding force...

Hmmm...doesn't budge. Alright, give it a hard pull.

"YEEARRRRRRRRRRRGH!"

The mask gets yanked partially off...but from the looks of things a good piece of skin got ripped off with it. And he's awake grabbing with that one free arm to the spot that's been torn, before glaring up at the duo through that mask.