[color=DarkOrchid][h3][center] Strykers Island, Metropolis ||| The Imp [/center][/h3][/color]

This was not a welcomed intervention nor a opportunistic variable for the 'test' that the infamous prankster was in the area for. A displeased frown graced the moody looking hatter, the prison populace would have been the perfect [s]lab rats[/s]- test subjects for the new 'spiders' she had been working on. Mechanical spiders, they were no larger than a billiard table ball when curled up up but expanded they were roughly the size of a dinner plate. In theory, they were suppose to slip in and attach themselves to 'hosts' of a sort. Injecting the most likely unwilling participant with whatever the spiders contained. Some were to test this out while others would curl up in some recluse spot and become dormant. Filled with a tranquilizing fluid, they were a fail safe for if their creator ever found herself inside the bleak and hopeless system.

Above the sleek black top hat, the umbrella copter's whizzing and droning brought the Imp out of the thought train of sullen disappointment. Her long coat whipping about the sleek figure and one boot hanging free of the absurdly light contraption, the Imp leaned down urging the copter to do the same as red demonic eyes studied the situation. One hand settled inside of the coat, while a gloved hand marked 'Despair' was hooked about the umbrella's overly long rod to keep the key piece of the outfit from flying off. While she had lost it several times, the hat was something Impness would never willingly do without. It was dear to her as her experiments thought not more so. As prisoners rioted against guards and the villains of superheros rose up, Imp's frown only grew. It was troubling to see this and even more so considering the new, and badly done, "starfish face" trend. Almost as bad, though not worse than the duck face crap that had passed through a bit before.

Pulling a pair of spectacles from the coat she slid them onto the beak of a nose, peering down and seeing the fight in a better view. One rather large and metal mass man was trying to scale a wall while another was battling with a faceless wonder. Pausing to take that in, she snorted in a unlady-like fashion. In a gun verse none, the gun would always win save if this man had some above human power of brains. If he had brains... A smirk turned the concerned face into the devil's own image. Casting out a arm after stowing the spectacles again she tossed the 'spiders' into the fray. It would help for them to do their job and put down who and what they could. But alas it was only twenty, she neither had the time nor had wanted to draw too much attention. Still, with all the action it would be amusing and something to watch.

But she didn't get time to examine further as a red blur shot across the prison towards the duo already engaged. Lowering the umbrella still lower, she watched as one arrow was driven off course and another was sent to completely miss. [color=DarkOrchid]"Havin' a wee bit of bother there, Robin Hood? You missed twice gone now."[/color] She snickered as she sunk lower behind the man. [color=DarkOrchid]"An' don't go minding the Imp, just a friendly visiting neighbor. Of a sort." [/color]

A wicked grin and cackling she released the umbrella the spinning blades slowing to a stop and folding down to show it's naked form. Whirling, she caught a inmate about the neck with the device and swept him off his feet using his own momentum. [color=DarkOrchid]" 'ello there love, sad to say but you just went from a useful, to something rather rude. Interrupting my experiment, now I'll have to get involved. Shame really." [/color] She apologized to the man. The glove 'Grim' dipped into the coat to pull out two long and nasty looking syringes and stabbed the man in the neck and twisting about to nail a passerby in the back of the knee. Powerful sedatives, they would calm and leave the injected in a stumbling haze of pure bliss.

[color=DarkOrchid] "Where is the loud, 'hear me, I am God' thing's room...! Need some lovely music." [/color] Her voice cackled as she rubbed her hands together in a all too happy way, needles appearing between her fingers. [color=DarkOrchid] "I had plans! Glorious plans!" [/color] Laying about with her umbrella like it was a club, the needles hitting pressure points and eyes more often than not as Imp wove her way through the crowd of prisoners. [color=DarkOrchid] "You lot ruined my planned experiment! My knowledge to be gained!" [/color] Giving a ghoulish howl of cackling laughter, she started chanting a half crazed tone the lyrics to 'Happy Unbirthday'.