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Post by Alchaea on Oct 14, 2013 4:11:20 GMT -5
"There has to be a more practical way to get around," James muttered to himself as he bounced around the trunk of a police vehicle in his black costume. It had seemed like a good idea in theory: hitch a ride with the police for a free, inconspicuous lift to the crimes in progress. Something about it just felt undignified, though. Just as the thought of going home and coming up with another method of transportation came to mind, the siren began to blare. Regaining confidence in his plan, James struggled to slide his mask on, doing his best to listen for what the officer was responding to. It was silent, even the radio seemed to be turned off. "That can't be protocol..."
It took only a few minutes for the car to come to a stop as the siren's scream ceased. James listened intently as the officer exited the vehicle, slamming the door behind him as he hurried away. The young hero waited a few moments before exiting the trunk carefully and finding himself in a place he really didn't expect: a donut shop. "Of all the cliche'..." He stopped mid-sentence as his eyes traveled to the glass door where he could clearly see the officer robbing the shop and all of the customers in it. "That works," he whispered sternly to himself, trying his best not to sound excited. The irony of an aspiring hero being excited about a corrupt officer was not lost on the teenager.
James took a moment to survey the situation. The officer had a gun, and since the masked teen hadn't thought to make himself bulletproof, that was going to be a problem. He took in a final deep breath as he figured out what to do, knowing full well that there was no going back after this. With a final wave of determination, he violently removed a door from the vehicle he had arrived in, pulling it right off the hinges to use as a makeshift shield. The resolute young man walked with confidence towards the entrance of the shop, about ninety-percent sure he read somewhere that police vehicles were bullet resistant.
"What the hell are you supp-IS THAT FROM MY CAR!?" The officer's face turned bright red as his blood began to boil, pointing the gun away from the cashier and towards the unknown man who had just entered the store. He took a deep breath, trying to seem calm, although the color didn't leave his face. "I don't know how you got the door off my car in the short time I've been here, or why in the world you'd think it was a good idea, but I'm going to assume the idea came from the same part of your brain that convinced you to dress up likere. That..." He paused for a moment, wiping sweat out of his eyes before he continued. "You have 1 minute to return the door in the condition you found it or you're taking a ride with me downtown."
"I'm not entirely sure how you would make me," James replied quickly, "I mean, if I don't put the door back, I could just roll out when you try and take me in, right? Also, I'm not sure I could put this back if I tried." The two men stared at each other awkwardly for a moment, before the masked man continued, "Oh, and I guess this is the part where I tell you that I'm not going to let you rob these people because it's against the law."
The officer laughed, raising his revolver towards the masked would-be-hero's chest and pulling the trigger twice. The Ant's improvised shield did it's job, absorbing both shots from the robber with a couple of loud thuds. "Oh, thank God that worked," James chuckled, "I was pretty sure it would, but you know, there was that small chance... Oh, look at me, I'm sorry for talking too much, I'm just excited." He turned his head slightly to the side, visibly amused with himself, even through the mask. "So are you going to give up now or...?"
"Y-you can't fool me, you scrawny little jackass," the clearly rustled officer stuttered, "Just because I can't shoot you doesn't mean you ca-" he suddenly found himself interrupted by a heavy car door striking him squarely on the nose, easily toppling the would-be robber onto the floor, writhing from the pain. James took the leisurely few steps towards the downed opponent, kicking the revolver safely out of reach. "Were you about to say I couldn't throw a 200 pound door directly into your face? Because I beg to differ. Now, where did you say your handcuffs were again?"
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Post by AhanaxxStar on Oct 14, 2013 15:45:42 GMT -5
'What a commotion.' The thought was a notion of amusement that rang through what seemed to be an invisible shadow's mind; the screech of a police sirens sprang up from all over the city, cerulean blue eyes staring intently at, of all things, a little doughnut shop across the street. Four crimes had managed to spring up all across Delmont at the exact same time, within a reasonable distance downtown from one another. Checking in on three, Elisa was making the last round before making her move.
Everything seemed appropriate; criminal C was the corrupt police officer who she had made shady deals with two weeks prior to rob this exact location, and there he was, acting out his role in her play. As everything looked to be go exactly as the snickering woman had planned, she looked down at the small crystal ball in her hand; it depicted what seemed to be an almost perfect robbery and flawless get away-- until inside the image flickered, the corners o her rosy lips pulling down into an uncharacteristic grimace of disapproval. Everything was going so exceedingly well; how had one of them messed up now? Staring with pure concentration, the figure of some freak in spandex climbing out of the car trunk slipped into the picture, her had snapping up to see if it really was true. "Damn it!" The curse was hissed under her breath, fingers curling about the fortune telling device until her knuckles were white from the pressure. Sitting in the shadows of the alleyway across the street, the blonde huffed and puffed in annoyance; she had not foreseen some little boy coming to play hero at all, and now this misstep in her planning would cost her the entire night, and she would have to work twice as fast to get to school on time after all this. Worst of all, there was a test in class tomorrow. Giving not a second thought she snatched one of the beads from her rosary, a string of Latin words pouring from her lips at an obnoxious speed. Tossing it out, a toothy smile spread across her face.
The demon came from nowhere-- it smashed through the window with a strange stealth and force that it had probably not been seen by anyone in the doughnut shop before it entered; it stood at least six feet tall, it's body black and covered in scars and scales, like a reptilian beast. The long snout snapped at the civilians as it smashed its tail against the tables and walls, though made no move to attack anyone. In fact, its claws snatched the police officer from the floor only to tear open the man's throat before dropping him again. It did not move, and it did not make a threat. The black flesh and scales shimmered gently under the lights overhead, four beady red eyes staring at the man in spandex. Now what will you do?
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Post by Alchaea on Oct 15, 2013 13:45:52 GMT -5
Just as everything seemed over and James was considering whether he should stay or make a run for it everything changed. In the blink of an eye, a black blur burst through the large window of the shop, sending large shards of glass cascading across the relatively small one-room shop. Before anyone could react or even comprehend what had just entered the room, whatever it was lifted the incapacitated officer into the air and ripped out his throat, dropping him back to the ground. James stared at the beast, trying to drink in what just happened. This... thing... was easily the same height as him. It was black, covered in scales, and looked like something out of a nightmare. It had four beady red eyes, seeming to be staring down the young hero, challenging him to make a move as its tail smashed against tables and walls, terrifying the cashier and the customers. What. the. hell.
James wasn't ready for this, and if he hadn't been wearing a mask it would have shown. He had never been this terrified in his life. Stupid corrupt cops were one thing, but this? What -was- this even? And why was it staring him down? It was clearly waiting on a response, almost like it was testing him... It took all of the young hero's willpower to force himself to open his mouth. "I... I have the d-d-distinct feeling you have no intention of c-cleaning that up," he managed to stammer, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. The thought of escape instantly shot across his mind as his eyes darted around the room. His muscular diodes gave him super strength, but the idea that he'd need a fast getaway never occurred to him before that very moment. Not to mention, what kind of hero just runs away when a murderous creature is clearly endangering civilians?
The Ant mustered up all of his courage, clenching his jaw as the red eyes of his mask met the red eyes of the beast. This thing had to be removed before it hurt anyone else in the shop. He had never used the full force of the diodes before, but this would definitely be the time to start. The young man dropped down into a crouch, quickly cocking his right arm into position before letting lose a powerful shot towards the creature's stomach, hoping to launch it clear out of the building in one punch.
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Post by AhanaxxStar on Oct 15, 2013 17:29:00 GMT -5
((How the poop did you get your posts like that-- I also imagine when she disappears to move about it's like Eris.http://25.media.tumblr.com/0d672e5abad1ec54896ff2605a877b47/tumblr_mrs9ebtkXL1qiq8aao9_250.gif ))
He's already distracted-- how wonderful. The blonde cracked her knuckles lightly, yanking a second bead closer to the cross that hung upside down on the black rosary off, tossing it across the street. Molding from a black gunk came a small, scuttling body, bundles of crimson fur trailing over the uneven bodice, it's enlarged forearms bare and leathery. Large black eyes blinked up at the sign, whispers of Latin flitting through its head in a demanding order. He snickered, scuttling quickly through the broken window and over the shards-- had no one noticed the little creature?-- and a top the ceiling, claws smashing the glass over the lights and tearing out the bulbs and chords; darkness poured in from the night, a howling laugh sounding as it peered down towards the two beings below.
Through the vision of the lesser demon the crystal ball showed Eliza all actions taken; the way her monster would be punched in the gut and that her precious beast would be hurt. It did not matter, for that was his cause: distractions are distractions, and some times things needed to be sacrificed for the greater good. Letting the punch hit, her monster did not flinch in the darkness; a single swinging light revealed how, rather than being punched through the building, his stomach encased the boy's hand. Four beady eyes stared harshly, before two jaws snapped open and gave a hissing screech, his flesh melting like tar around the fist. In seconds, his body was reduced to boiling liquid on the linoleum tiled floor, though soon it seemed to be sucked into some invisible vacuum; then released in a black smoke, a single bead falling in place.
In this commotion, the villain screeched with laughter in her mind, midnight blue eyes gleaming in pure delight at how the shadows fell upon the building like a thick blanket in the night. If she so desired, demons could run rampant through the streets, chaos erupting in the city and driving the little wanna-be hero mad in frustration and confusion. But where would the fun be in that?
In a plume of smoke she vanished, reappearing in the bleak nothing inside the shop, her foot tapping lightly as the citizens ran, screams escaping their throats in a frenzy. As they passed, she had hardly been noticed; but that was fine. With a saunter the older woman stepped over, leaning over and grabbing the dull bead from the floor and sticking it back to her rosary. "Now, let's see what you've accomplished tonight," her voice rang out like a sweet sound of bells, hardly sarcastic, criticizing or malevolent, "You've gotten a man killed, you've destroyed a doughnut shop, and now these poor civilians will be emotionally scarred for life. I think you're trying to be a hero, but somehow you've managed to do the opposite. Any thoughts?"
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Post by Alchaea on Oct 16, 2013 0:47:53 GMT -5
The lights shut off as James' fist sunk deep into the gut of the beast that stood directly before him, but not in the way he had hoped. Rather than rocketing the creature out of the shop, the young hero's arm sank deep in, trapping him in the brief moment before it dissolved completely, leaving behind a few severe burns and a single black bead. What would have happened if that thing had stayed? Were there more of them? Where did they come from? He didn't need to wait long to get an answer to that last one.
As everyone else ran out, screaming and pleading for their lives, James remained still. Something about the situation didn't feel right. It made nothing but sense to run, avoid any possibility of a run-in with the authorities, but he couldn't force himself to do it. The creature had disappeared without any innocent lives lost, but it definitely didn't feel like a victory. He had been out-classed, plain and simple, but it felt almost... necessary. That's when he heard the young woman's voice and snapped back to intention. She had picked up the bead, which seemed to match the ones on her strange rosary. She was a blonde, a few inches shorter than the young hero, but looked to be within the same age range. Her eyes, from what he could tell under her strange hat, seemed to be glowing a dark blue. This was clearly the woman responsible for the creature that had just confronted him.
He didn't resent or even disagree with anything the young villain had to say, except for one thing. "I'm not trying to be a hero," James corrected seriously from beneath his mask, turning his head so the red eyes of his mask met dark blue ones. "I'm not here to inspire or to even be the better man. I'm here to make criminals scared." He paused for a moment, assessing the young woman before continuing. "And what do you think happened today? People will be talking about that crazy, masked vigilante who was powerful enough to rip the door right off of a police cruiser, stopped a crime, killed the criminal who couldn't even defend himself, and may or may not be involved with a six foot tall monster."
The young man rolled up the bottom the bottom half of his mask and grinned at the only woman remaining in the building with him, taking a step towards her in an attempt to hide the fear building inside of himself. He had no earthly idea how she did the things she did, or what else she may be capable of, but he had no intention of finding out the hard way. Back in his lab he could easily hack into the security footage of the store and the surrounding area and glean what he could from that at his leisure, without the risk of bodily harm. "I don't say this to beautiful blondes often, but I really should be going. I've got a strong feeling that the police... Well... The police you haven't killed yet will be here soon, and I'm not sure I like the idea of being shot."
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Post by AhanaxxStar on Oct 19, 2013 12:44:56 GMT -5
She found his speech nothing more than a waste of precious time; time was something the blonde could not afford to give away freely to little boys playing hero in the middle of the night. Did he have no priorities? Even she wasn't a full-time villain. Rolling her unnaturally blue eyes, the blonde rested her hands on her hips, her weight shifting from the right leg to the left, her lips pursing lightly in thought before she offered a soft little laugh. "Is that the kind of publicity you want?" Her voice held disbelief, pity, and something indescribable in it when she spoke, though it still sounded sweet. Taking a few steps forward, bare bare feet seemed to glide over the wreckage of what once had been a popular pastry eatery. Her tanned hand reached out and grasped his chin, nails digging in lightly, all though there was no powerful force, and no intention to hurt the male.
She was observing him; how had he managed to rip that trunk off of the cop's vehicle? And why did he enjoy trying to seem so tough when he reeked of fear and nervousness? Her smile faded, lips hardly upturned at all, yet the gentle way she seemed to handle him was probably highly unexpected. "I won't kill you yet."She stated suddenly, the little demon who had stood so close int he shadows scuttling up her leg, over her torso, and rested firmly on her shoulder, staring the half-masked man in the eyes. "And the police won't be coming. If you haven't noticed, there are three other robberies taking place in this instant," She didn't turn away, nor release her grip on him, "But you messed this one up." With an unflinching gaze she let go, her hand running over the head and behind the ears of the creature placed so snugly on her shoulder. "Abidan, tear out all the cameras and remove the tapes. I'll let you get away with messing me up this time, boy," She said lightly, her menacing nature shifting to one of casual conversation, "But next time I'll make sure I bring home some of your innards."
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Post by Alchaea on Oct 20, 2013 10:07:02 GMT -5
It was certainly a relief when his nemesis made it clear that she had no intention of harming him, although he would have preferred it without the condescension. There really wasn't anything he could do about it, though, and she clearly knew it. She even took the time to have her little minion destroy the evidence that he had intended to study later. Smart, but arrogant. Information poured from her lips, whether she intended it to or not. He made a mental note to revisit this conversation later. Even if the police weren't coming, there was no point in staying in this shop anymore.
"I look forward to it," James replied cautiously, rolling down his mask with one hand and extending his hand for a shake with the other. "I'm the Ant. Next time we meet, what should I call you?" He wasn't sure if there was anything to gain from her name or not, but knew there was nothing to be gained from his adopted title, since he had never told it to anyone before.
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Post by AhanaxxStar on Oct 20, 2013 18:15:02 GMT -5
She was highly amused with the civility of the younger male. She certainly had no qualms of gutting someone open and giving their innards as a feast to her monsters, but perhaps he didn't realize just how serious she was. The monster fell into smoke, another bead dropping into her hand. Attaching it once again to the long rosary wrapped around her arm and fingers, she took his hand for a mere second before pulling it back. "I think a decent amount of investigation can get you far. In fact; let's go with that. It'll be such an entertaining game if you can tell me what you've learned next time you screw my plans up." While it would have been customary for her to leave on that note, ti seemed the villainess was more than willing to give trails to who she was; even though she knew herself it would lead to a dead end if he wanted her human name. No one knew of the woman's other life-- just how she would come and go, murder and chaos following wherever she went and whoever she employed. Her name was popular amongst the underground, yet no one above seemed to know she even existed. But getting people to betray the witch would be a fantastic challenge that she thought he might enjoy.
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Post by Alchaea on Oct 21, 2013 13:31:25 GMT -5
The girl had the coldest handshake the young hero had felt in his life, literally and figuratively. A firmer handshake may have knocked off a few skin particles to run a dna test or two on, but the young man doubted he'd get enough from that. She was good: whether by instinct or forethought, he wasn't sure, but she clearly covered her tracks well. She was good, but James was determined to prove he was better. He turned to leave, walking briskly towards the exit. There was nothing more to learn here, but he knew where to start looking. She mentioned three other crimes happening simultaneous with this one, and that had to mean something.
"By the next time you see me," The ant called back, turning to face the woman one more time before stepping out, "I'll know more about you than you thought possible." With that, the young man stepped out of the shop, checked that there was no citizens watching, and leaped onto the nearest building's roof. Game on.
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Post by AhanaxxStar on Oct 25, 2013 21:55:53 GMT -5
((I'd like to apologize for my splurge of inactivity-- This week has been hectic and with college visits and ACT testing, it's just bleh. ))
The villain's lips curled up in amusement, hands on her hips as she watched with a curiosity that seemed purely innocent. She found it cute, in a lightly pathetic way, that he was so determined to know; but on her behalf, she held no worry. Maybe her name would be known, but according to anything other than a certain school, she didn't even exist. Now how would you find someone like that? She let out the slightest of chuckles before stepping in to a bleak darkness, her body vanishing smoothly, only to reappear one at a time with the three criminals who had escaped with her help.
"I hope you know someone will probably be looking for you," she would begin with each boy, looking through the bags of cash or diamonds or jewelry before she would put another bead on her rosary, "And if he learns anything other than my name, I'll know who I'm looking for. you're the only one alive who's worked with me after tonight." Of course these threats would be useless int he position of higher pay than what she had offered; but the woman knew that-- In fact, she looked forward to it.
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