Blüdstone (CVnU: Living Location)

@red_jay:

When Thomas saw the bank robbers unconscious he would nod with approval and press his gauntlet alerting the police. Nothing horrible had happened and none of the robbers were dead or severely injured. His computers were detecting a sound anomaly in the area and Thomas deduced that they were taking out by a large sound frequency, nodding his head once again he would exit the bank before the authorities arrived. The night was still dark and rainy as the mist in the night sky clung to The Black Bat like glue, the white lenses in his eyes glowing like skylights as he reached out with his arm and shot a grapple line shooting out into the distance.

As he launched himself in the air he got a ping in his earpiece about a carjacking that was right below him; the robbers inside the bank had accomplices and they were making out with the cash that their partners had left behind; the stolen vehicle was causing chaos as it careened in and out of the lanes smashing into cars and occasionally hitting civilians. Thomas shot his grapple line back into his gauntlet and shot towards the street at breakneck speeds. A few moments before he would hit the ground he would shoot another line that would connect to a rooftop and another that would smash into the back of the getaway car. Thomas' descent would be slowed and as his feet would graze the ground he would slide against the road with extreme balance.

Whipping out one of his Blood Bats he would throw ahead of him and would wait...until it slid against the front tire of the car with a loud hiss as the air escaped the wheel and the car tipped over and Thomas let the line go as he was flung into the air. Doing a corkscrew as he flew through the air he would spread his arms as his wings shot out and she would glide backwards through the air. As he floated backwards he would end his descent in a slow backflip that would cause his feet to gently touch the ground as he watched the car slide to a stop upside down, sparks flew everywhere causing the civilians to cover their eyes and Thomas took that as his moment to disappear. He didn't need recongnition for this. He wanted to be a myth, a legend cast throughout the sky in whispers. And so he vanished without a trace, leaving the Blood Bat on the ground as a reminder that Bludstone was under HIS protection...and he would always he there.

@raysh_al_shaytan: @lamartheslayer:

Clean setup. I’ll be posting soon.

@naomi_delacour: Thank you very much, Can't wait

The raven haired woman walked down the dark city streets with her hands buried in the pockets of her leather jacket. It was summer, but while the days were hot, the nights were cool enough for her to wear her jacket without overheating. She had just come into Bludstone earlier that day, a new face in a big city. A big crowded city. She blended in just fine. Where she came from? That wasn't important. What she was doing here? Not important. All that was important, was that she was in serious need of a drink.

Her walnut eyes looked up to see a bar before her, "Hard Times." she read the name of the bar and gave a scoff of a chuckle. This was perfect. She opened the creaking door and walked right in as several long time customers shifted their eyes on the new face. Candice didn't pay any attention to them as she walked up right to the bar and sat on an empty stool away from anyone else. The bar tender, a middle aged man with salt pepper hair and a untamed beard. He walked up to and looked down at her, staying silent as she looked up at him.

"Straight Whisky, please." She spoke up, her voice sounding tired as she set her arms down on the counter top.

The bartender gave a light nod as moments later set a glass of whisky down before her. Her seemingly delicate hands grasped the glass as she took a sip, letting out a revealed sigh as she did so. Her shoulders relaxed as her eyes shift up to the tv that was showing the latest game.

@candice_andrews: (*Slides to the left* Is this an open interaction or are you waiting for someone?)

@theswindler: Not waiting on anyone, just wanted to make an intro post. If you want to reply you're more than welcome to.

@candice_andrews: (Cool! I'll have my post up in a few)

@candice_andrews:

Suma was at a booth in the corner, his eyes were glued to the door. He was waiting for someone, but they didn't know he existed. One of his victims, an actress, recently went public about a recent attack related to one of his clients, a loyal one too. Whether the accusations were true, or just a way to gain publicity didn't matter to him. His main goal was to protect those who put their trust in his services. So he began to check the surveillance systems around the city of Blüdstone. He printed out a few pictures and modified them to his client's favor. A few minutes passed before a female, no older than 30 entered the door, this was definitely not his target. Yet, he was slightly drawn to her, her coat was an interesting choice to got to this kind of bar with, but his current job was much more important than to judge others fashion sense.

Then, she came. A young woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties entered the bar, that was definitely who he wanted. Her name was Mari Valentine, a famous actress for her lead roles in man romance dramas. She was dressed head to toe in white and wore black sunglasses as she strutted across the room with a confidence like no other. Yet, while on the outside she seemed perfect, she had a lot of dirt to uncover. First of which are her sending nudes to knowingly underage males. It seemed she had a fetish for those in their teens, and even have her personal address to those she deemed, 'interesting'. Jack pulled these messages up on his phone and looked back on the screen of his laptop, and began to type away, exposing the private messages to everyone in Blüdstone who had an electronic of any kind

@theswindler:

Candice sat in her dark clothes with her drink in hand staring at the screen but not really watching it. The sound of people playing pool could be heard in the background while some people laughed at jokes being told and others were simply doing what she was doing, just trying to relax. The door opened again, and she could hear people begin to mumble. Candice didn't care to look, but the persistent comments made her look around. "Hey, I'm trying to watch the game." She lied, as her walnut eyes looked at the woman dressed in white from head to toe. "What the hell?" Candice spoke, an annoyance in her voice as she saw a woman dressed in white from head to toe walk into the rundown bar.

What in the world was a woman like that doing in a place like this? Ugh... maybe this bar wasn't the place for her. She didn't watch many movies... or TV shows... or listen to music that didn't sound like it was created by smashing metal trashcans together. But she didn't care who she was, it wasn't any of her business. She took a final swig of her drink before slapping her payment on the counter and began walking out of the bar. She didn't want to be in a place that drew too much attention to itself like this place.

Just then her phone began to buzz, along with everyone else in the bar. She groaned in annoyance as she pulled out her phone. No one had this number, who the in the mother freaken hell was texting her? She looked down at her phone to see the messages and she groaned, not amused and uncaring as she got off the stool and blocking the number that texted this to her. She didn't care, and even if she did, the actress was in a bar filled with other people who would care. But Candice? She didn't care.

She pushed the door open and walked out of the bar. She hated thinking about going back to her apartment right now... another bar hunt it was. Hopefully this time she would find one that didn't draw over pompous celebrities in it.

@candice_andrews: (Lol, can one of my characters get in on this?)

@thomas_richards: I don't want the interaction to get crowded. But we can do one after this one is done.

@candice_andrews: (*Thumbs up)

@theswindler: I'm going to assume you don't wanna do this anymore. I'm going to move on.

How do I forget about my own city...

@red_jay: I guess it's not large enough. ~_^

@candice_andrews: I can write a post up added on your last one? (Thomas here)

@lamartheslayer: sure

@candice_andrews: Cool, I'll have a post up soon

@candice_andrews:

The billionaire Thomas Richards sat in a bar with a drink in his hand, the young man had drawn the attention of everyone in the bar, the stares and whispers were getting on his nerves, the attention was the last thing Thomas wanted. To much attention led to people digging into your life, and his life wasn't something you wanted to dig into...and it definitely wasn't something Thomas wanted. So with a small growl he would raise his eyebrow and give a fake smile as he caught the eyes of everyone in there pretending to be drunk. "Ok well funk all you annoying invasive a$$holes...you all are not invited to my next dope a$$ party." He'd stumble out of the bar and he'd bump into a woman with raven dark hair who looked like she could kick the sh*t out of a tank, Thomas instantly stopped his drunken billionaire act as soon as ran into her.

Thomas was clad in a leather jacket, dark shirt and dark jeans, with a bottle in hand, his demeanor was strong and sturdy and his gaze was dark, with a raise of his eyebrow he would back up away from her giving her some space, the dark night made her features sharper and more profound as the street lights shined on them "My bad. Some people can't just leave a dude alone for three seconds..." He'd take a large drink from his bottle and look her up and down as he shook slightly from the taste of the alcohol. "Know any good bars?"

@thomas_richards:

It seemed she wasn't the only one who didn't like the sudden commotion in the bar. A man, one that seemed he had drank enough already, stumbled into her. With her super abilities (that she never wanted) she would have stood like a brick house that had a feather thrown at it. But Candice rolled with it, moving her body along with the movement of the man that bumped into her. She didn't know who he was or what his status in the city was. All she knew was that he was drunk... and smelled like it. He did apologize, which was the only reason he wasn't being thrown into the wall right about now. But then he asked if she knew of any bars.

She scoffed, slightly amused. "You don't need a bar, you need a taxi." Her walnut brown eyes looked over at the man who was dressed similar to herself. Leather jacket, jeans... unkempt hair... he was a mess like her. "I need a bar." Candice kept walking, her hands dug deep in her pockets as she continued walking down the street. Her black raven hair hung around her face, framing it in the darkness of the night. "I should have just moved to Gothic... at least I know there's a bar every corner there." Not once did she slow her pace as she kept moving. She was on the hunt for another bar. Candice was going to get drunk tonight damn it.

@candice_andrews:

Thomas' eyes would widen slightly and his mouth would lift up slightly, he would look at her as she stalked away in the night and he would walk after her. He never frequented this side of Bludstone, usually just sticking to the wealthier side that he mostly owned, but after the events that had passed last night Thomas threw all that sh*t to the wind and stalked to the darkest parts of the city looking for a good drink. He thought he had found one but that stuff with the actress and all the staring directed at him killed his vibe almost instantly.

He would casually catch up to her and give her a small crooked smile "I've honestly never ridden in a taxi before, I heard they're sh*t." All traces of his drunken stupor would be gone as he looked behind himself and saw no one was following him, he began bouncing with grace and balance as he unzipped his jacket and left his hair as it was...there was no point in trying to fix that mess. "No but seriously, I do need a good bar. That last one was horrible, to much people, to much attention, not enough people drinking and doing stuff amusing. Plus you ever hear it's not safe to walk around in this part of Bludstone alone?"

And as if the Will of God himself decided to laugh at Thomas' expense, about 5 men would appear around them eyeing the two (but mostly Candice) and Thomas' would sigh as they began stalking up to them snickering "Hey homeboy, you lost?" "Daaaayum boy! Where'd you catch this fine piece of a$$?"

Thomas would eye Candice and look at her as he began backing up, "Uh, so we can run? Running seems like a valid option.." But even as he spoke these words of cowardice he would be slipping his hand to where he kept his modified M1911 pistols...his cheeks would tighten and his eyes would darken dangerously as he'd keep everyone in his immediate vision, he'd still be backing up waiting for Candice to make the first move.

@thomas_richards:

He talked… a lot. Candice let out a deep sigh as she looked over at him again, only this time… he seemed to be sober? Her brow arched at him. What the hell was going on with this b@stard? “Look, I’m new to the city.” She finally replied, her voice monotone, showing no interest whatsoever. “I don’t know where a good bar is at because I’m still looking for the one.” She continued to lead the way as her eyes scanned the area.

“Plus you ever hear it's not safe to walk around in this part of Bludstone alone?"

“Yeah, that’s why I’m looking for a bar here. Less people I have to put up with.” Just then the five men showed up as she could feel the eyes settle on her. She groaned with annoyance. She just wanted a flunken drink, was that so flunken much to ask for?

"Hey homeboy, you lost?" "Daaaayum boy! Where'd you catch this fine piece of a$$?"

Uuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhh she hated her life right now. Her hands balled into fists in her jacket as she stopped walking, the men beginning to slowly surround the two. She didn’t bother looking over at Thomas.

"Uh, so we can run? Running seems like a valid option.."

“Fine, I guess I’ll be the one with the pants and take of this.” The irritated super spoke with annoyance in her voice as one of the men (who she assumed was the leader) walked up to her. He was a Latino, skinned head, jacket with baggy pants and a goatee going on.

“Hey chicka.” he began with a confident smirk on his face. “Wanna come hang with some real men?” He asked, reaching out and grasping her wrist. Candice jaw tighten as she glared up at the man. You could almost feel the anger radiating off of her. "Common now, smile for me, I just gave you an offer you cant refuse."

"Smile?" Her face scrunched in disgust as her free hand suddenly pulled out of her pocket and grasped the joke of a man by his neck and lifted him up off the pavement ground with one hand as he suddenly let go of the other, gasping in shock. "How about you give me a smile." With that she suddenly threw him. His body flying back until it hit a light post. His body slid down it, and landed on the ground as he fell over, knocked out cold from the sudden attack. The other guys gasped as they began pulling out knives they had on them.

“Sh!t she’s a super! He’s probably one too!” and with that, they attacked.

@candice_andrews:

Thomas' face practically lit up as she stalked towards the men then he looked down and gave a sigh when she said

“Fine, I guess I’ll be the one with the pants and take of this.”

He'd sigh and grumble back,He'd watch with amusement when she grabbed the thug and threw him backwards with ease, he head cracked against a light post and he welcomed unconsciousness with open arms. Thomas let out a slight grimace and turned as the other four thugs pulled out knives and approached them.

“Sh!t she’s a super! He’s probably one too!”

"Whoa! Whoah! I'm not super anything!" He'd raise his hands high, feining weakness. Then his eyes once again caught the weapons they were holding and With a grumble Thomas would walk up next her her and say "Fine. You get two I get two?" If she said yes he'd slowly walk up to the first thug with a knife and he'd give him a slight smile.

"Hey buddy, why don't you just put down the knife and walk away, no one gets hurt. Cool?" The tall latino thug would cackle and toss his knife in between his well built arms and respond back in spanish laughing internally knowing Thomas couldn't understand him. "De ninguna manera amigo te vamos a cortar muy bien" <No way friend we gonna slice you up real good>

Thomas would cock his head backwards with a smile "Ooh, voy a golpearte los dientes por la garganta amigo" <Ooh, I'm going to knock your teeth down your throat friend>

Then with not an ounce of warning Thomas would spring forward at speeds the human mind could barely comprehend. Almost every ounce of Thomas' personality was a facade he he put on to take attention off of who he truly was...this was what he lived for. What he was born for....in less then a step Thomas would be on his opponents a$$, every muscle in the mans body rippled with hidden energy and power and as he threw his arm forward he twisted his hips leaning into the attack...and the result was some of the mans teeth actually going down his throat. With his own forward momentum Thomas would grab the latinos shirt and smash his head into the thugs face and would watch with satisfaction as he collasped to the ground. The knife had never even had the chance to be used...

His next opponent looked at Thomas warrily as he stepped forwards, he came at the billionaire with speed, he'd slash his knife crazily around him with a flurry of uncoordinated movements. Thomas' body would dodge and weave through the attacks effortlessly, His hips and back put in work as he moved with unknown elegance and balance, he wasn't a metahuman, or a mutant or whatever Candice was but he had trained under some of the most extensive teachers in the world..his body was practically superhuman. He studdied the larger mans unorthodox swings and Thomas sighed knowing that it was time to end this...

Stepping back Thomas would pull out one of M1911 pistols make sure it was on saftey and whip it forward at insane speeds, there was a satisfying clunk as it hit the thug in the face and he fell to the ground. Thomas' gun would fly into the air and the the vigilante would catch it cocking it back and pointing it at his fallen barely conscious punching bag as if he had rehearsed the whole thing. "Take your friend and run..." Thomas' voice would be dark and cold, as if there wasn't a doubt that he would put a bullet into any part of this mans body without a moment of hesitation if he defied any order that Thomas gave him.

The latino would grab his other latin friend and bolt out as fast as he could, the Crimson Hood would holster his gun and watch as Candice did whatever she did. He'd be ready in case she needed any help, but he doubted it.

@thomas_richards:

"Fine. You get two I get two?"

“I just wanted a flunken drink.” Candice grumbled as she turned to the other two men. While her drunken b@stard was smiling like he was amused that this was all going on, Candice had a face that would turn any grown man into stone. She was pissed.

The other two could be seen taking several steps back as she pushed forward. The two then split up, one going to the right and one going to the left. She wasn’t amused. They began giving whistles to her, back and forth, like if they were calling a dog to come to them. Teasing her to make the first move. So… she did. She reached out and grabbed one of the men by the shirt as he yelled out for her to put her down only to have her throw him into the other guy. Or at least it would have been the other guy if he didn’t move out of the way and allowed his friend to go face first into the wall of a building.

“B!tch!” he yelled out as he rushed forward swinging his knife at her. First swing, miss, second swing, cut into her leather jacket and that was her last straw. She grabbed his wrist, twisting it until he let out a scream, dropping the knife and going down on one knee.

“This is my favorite jacket.” She stomped on his knife, crushing it and she could hear the wanna be gangster gasp in shock as she then grabbed him by the neck and threw him. His body flying into a pile of cardboard boxes on the side of the street.

She could then see the men her drunken b@stard was working on begin to try and get the men she worked on and drag them away. Candice let out a heavy sigh as she turned to look at the man who had been following her. “Well look who grew some balls.” There was no sense of amusement, only irritation of the entire situation. She then pulled out her phone. “Siri, find me a goddamn bar.” Just then a map pulled up as a bar was shown on her map not too far from here. “The Tilt..?” She rolled her eyes. “At this point i don’t even care what the name is.” she moved on, walking. If the fake drunk wanted to follow her, she wouldn’t protest… at least not until he would annoy her.

@candice_andrews:

Thomas would be leaning on the wall when the Raven headed girl began taking on her own enemies she tossed her first enemy into a wall like his was a sack of flour. Then as the next latino approached her, He observed as she nearly shattereed her radius and ulna. He plopped onto his knees and Thomas would still be standing there crossing his arms. When her second punching bag was dispatched and their would be assailants were gone Thomas would begin to recall her movements with interest. She moved clunkily, with little skill, she seemed to rely on her superior strength to gain the upper hand. In some situation like these it was fine, but in others it could be dangerous, maybe even lethal.

“Well look who grew some balls.”

Thomas' mouth would twitch a bit "Always had em." Short and sweet, this lady didn't seem like the type that enjoyed excessive talking, so he walked next to her in silence as they walked to the bar "Tilt" at a brisk pace. The silence was welcomed until Thomas' phone vibrated in his pocket as his best friend and Co-Ceo rang him and began talking in the volume that would be unhearable to Candice "King? Yeah, I'm up...What No I'm not going to the company! It's to late for that sh*t!" Giving a fleeting glance at Candice he'd lower his voice a bit so she wouldn't snap at him and he'd say quieter

"Yeah well why don't you ask that funk who's name is on that building he's working in?" Thomas' face would tigheten into a growl "Yeah I know we're gonna be spending millions of dollars to help reconstruct Sky City. That's the point...Yeah well tell him that I'll have him stationed in the dirtiest part of that city if he doesn't shut up and start pitching it. Yeah I hear you King, talk later man."

He'd shake his head in astoundment asHe hung up the phone putting it in his pocket and then proceeded to wipe the blood off of his knuckles, he'd continue to drift besides Candice resuming the silent walk, waiting for her to lead them to the Tilt.

@thomas_richards:

As the two began walking the somehow kung fu master was following behind. She didn’t know why he was still following her. After something like that people usually shined away from Candice once she displayed her powers. Apparently it didn’t bother this guy. His phone began to ring, but the brawler didn’t care, as long as it didn’t stop her from getting to the bar. She really wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying not that she could hear anyways. The parts she did hear sound like work with the tone he was speaking in.

The moment the two turned the corner, Candice actually gave a slight smile. “Well finally.” Her steps quicken to the bar that looked rundown. The sign was flickering while the L had gone out completely. The place looked rundown from the outside. Cardboard box over one of the windows that were broken and there were several women standing along the sidewalk wearing scandalous clothing not leaving much to the imagination, workers… of course.

The girls would call out and whistle at the two, trying to get their attention, asking if they wanted company for the night. “I just want a drink. But that guy has had a rough night.” she simply nodded to the man who had been following her this entire time. The girls would go to him, trying to appeal to him as she would snicker before pushing the door open.

The old wooden door creaked open as the air instantly felt stuffy and stale. It was a dim bar, with only a few tables and couple of pool tables. Everything seemed worn down and there were about two people sitting at the tables with one other person at the bar slumped over as if he was a decorative figure. There was a small box tv above the bar showing old black and white western show. This place was perfect.

No one bothered to look over at her as her boots pressed against the old wooden flooring. Walking up to the bar she got up on one of the stained stools and let out a heavy sigh. “Bourbon.” she spoke to the bartender, an older woman, probably in her early 60’s. Her hair white with a few grey strands were pulled up in a messy bun as she simply nod her head. Few moments later, a drink was placed before her.

“Long night?” The woman’s voice sound like she had been smoking since she was five, and she smelled like it too.

Candice took a sip of her drink. “Sh!tty night.”

@candice_andrews:

Thomas would be stroll up to her shoulder and begin walking next to her as they pulled up to the bar, her powers didn't phase him in the least. He had seen so much unimaginable sh*t in his life that the fact that she had superhuman strength just made his mouth twitch in amusement, Then the two turned the corner and Thomas' eyes would widen in excitement

“Well finally.”

The steps the bar that looked horrible, like seriously terrible....most people would question why someone like Thomas would even think about going to a place like this...then he saw The sign was flickering while the L had gone out completely and he let out an actual laugh "Some crazy sh*t's going to go down in there..." As the two began walking up to head inside there would be two...colorful girls waiting outside for them. Thomas would ignore them as he began walking inside but then Candice had to do him dirty

“I just want a drink. But that guy has had a rough night.”

Thomas' face would rise in a grin and he'd chuckle "Oh "ha ha" That's funked up.." The two colorful prostitutes would approach him and begin touching him, Thomas' paid them almost no mind as he pulled out his wallet and handed them each enough money to establish a good life in Bludstone. With a smile to the two he'd say quietly "Buy drugs, get a life, it's not my say. But you want my honest opinion? Go to rehab, put some clothes on and do something with your life...or don't. Just know I'm looking out for you. You want an actual job? Call me." He'd hand them each his business card and he'd give them a wave and walk inside the bar as the two young good looking women stared dumbfounded at the opportunity that had opened for them.

Pushing inside the bar he'd find Candice sitting over at the bar conversing with the bartender as an old western movie played, looking over and canvasing his surroundings. This place was perfect. It was a small space, few people, completely run down...no one would ever think to find the billionaire here. He'd plop next to Candice and the bartender would turn to him, his nose was invaded by the smell of smoke, but he kept his face composed.

"What will you have hon?" Her voice was raspy as if she'd been smoking her entire life...Thomas' mouth would once again curl in a smile "Whiskey. I'm starting a tab, her too." He'd hand her a bundle of cash and her mouth would widen when she saw how much it was "Y-Yeah. Yes sir! Whiskey coming up!"

A few minutes later Thomas would be sipping his drink and he'd turn to Candice and look around to see that no one was watching then in a hushed voice he'd say bluntly "You're either a meta or a mutant. But I've never seen you around. Let me guess, you don't fancy the tights or capes?"

@thomas_richards:

She sat, drinking away as she set the empty glass down, tapping on it to tell the bar tender she wanted another drink. It didn’t take long for her follower to come in as well, taking a seat right next to her. Out of all the seats at the bar… he sat right next to her. She didn’t say anything, not yet.

But then he gave her a handful of cash, and not just dollars, fifties, hundreds mixed in there. Her brow arched. But she didn’t anything. She just continued drinking. There was a silence between the two, and while she didn’t care that he was with her, she did like the fact that he was paying for all these drinks. Her body was slouched, her eyes simply staring at the old movie. It looked like she was just trying to drown herself in alcohol by the way she was drinking.

But then… he spoke and she let out a looooooong sigh. “The tights don’t do anything for my @ss.” she joked but kept the same resting b!tch face she’s had since they met and her voice monotone as she took a . “And lemme guess, looking at the wads of cash you’re throwing around, you’re a millionaire who likes to pretend he has powers and wears tights and a cape?” She set her glass down, looking into it. “The way you fought, that wasn’t just something you learn at the local karate club.” Her brown eyes finally looked over to him. "You trained yourself to pull off those fancy moves on thugs like them."

@candice_andrews:

Thomas took another drink and gave the bartender a thankful nod, he'd look over at the movie that was playing and raise his eyebrows. Movies were't a privelge he had gotten growing up. It had always been train train train 24/7. Thomas was really enjoying catching up on the life that he had zero access to all the way up to his twenties. Candice was also paying attention to the movie, her slouching posture clashing against Thomas' rock hard demeanor, the two were polar opposites, she was serious, straight to the point...kind of a b*tch..but Thomas found it interesting, perhaps slightly attractive...Shaking his head Thomas would toss these thoughts out of his head, he'd take another drink and focus on the T.V. Then a few moments after he had spoken Candice would answer his question.

“The tights don’t do anything for my @ss.”

Thomas' mouth would let out a snicker and he'd shake his head "Ok ok, good answer. Good Answer." He'd down the rest of his whiskey and slide the glass to the bartender who dubbed herself Lucina Who almost leaped to refill his glass. His eyes would widen and he'd laugh "Slow down, leave the bottle. Thanks Lucina." Lucina would nod and dash out, leaving behind a trail of smoke as her flannel shirt flowed out behind her. Filling up his glass Thomas would almost spit out his mouthful of whiskey as she asked her next question...then he realized he had just wrecked some dudes in front of her...in a way most people couldn't do..the question was bound to come up.

“And lemme guess, looking at the wads of cash you’re throwing around, you’re a millionaire who likes to pretend he has powers and wears tights and a cape?”

Thomas would peer deeply in his glass and say in a tone of voice devoid of emotion "Multi-Billionaire actually...And nah I don't pretend I have powers. It's pretty hard to explain." Then he'd let out a snicker and shake his head when she mentioned the caps and tights. "No, I don't do capes, or tights. I wear body armor with a helmet." He'd chuckle lightly "Tights are for p*ssies." He'd point to the watch on his wrist. Then Candice hit the really touchy subject...his training...

The way you fought, that wasn’t just something you learn at the local karate club.”"You trained yourself to pull off those fancy moves on thugs like them."

His face would raise and his blue eyes would meet her brown ones and he'd take a long sip before he answered, "Yeah, but what if I said the local karate clubs were starting to up their game?" His tone would be gentle teasing but it would quickly get more serious "My name is Thomas Richards, My last names on the biggest building in the city, but I just stpped foot in Bludstone a month or two ago. You probably don't want to hear the details, but an accident happened when I was a baby, I was taken in and trained by a whole bunch of people..and a lot of people died so that I could be here." Thomas' blue eyes would darken as he downed the rest of his glass and poured another one, without looking at Candice he'd sigh "Some real sob story sh*t right there. So what about you? You born a bada$$? Or was it somethin you learned?"

@thomas_richards:

"Multi-Billionaire actually...And nah I don't pretend I have powers. It's pretty hard to explain. No, I don't do capes, or tights. I wear body armor with a helmet. Tights are for p*ssies.”

Candice shift her eyes away from him as she tapped on her glass to let the worker know she wanted more. Lucina? That was her name? She came back and just left the bottle for her as she walked away again. Ugh now she had to pour her own drinks? She lift the bottle and poured another shot glass. She really didn’t care about this guy or his story. She just wanted wanted to drink. She didn’t appear to be impressed by the talk of him having money or that he wore ‘armor’ or a helmet. What was she suppose to say? Oooohhh wooooow super awesome...

"Yeah, but what if I said the local karate clubs were starting to up their game?"

“Then I would say you’re a lying piece of sh!t.” She threw her head back as she inhaled her drink. The glass hitting the counter top as she sat there pouring herself another one. "Just like every other 'multi-billionaire' out there."

“My name is Thomas Richards, My last names on the biggest building in the city, but I just stpped foot in Bludstone a month or two ago. You probably don't want to hear the details, but an accident happened when I was a baby, I was taken in and trained by a whole bunch of people..and a lot of people died so that I could be here. Some real sob story sh*t right there. So what about you? You born a bada$$? Or was it somethin you learned?"

Her face quickly scrunched up as he began telling her his life story. What the actual flunk? Did she have a flunking sign on her forehead that said ‘Please tell me your life story’? But then he tried prying at her. “Look.” For the first time she actually released her grasp on her glass as she physically turned her body to him to make a point. “I don’t care if you were dropped on your head as a baby or lived with seven dwarfs or played kung fu with them or that you play hero with your fancy gear but dont ask me about my life. We’re not friends. For all I know you're actually a serial killer who's about to try and off me when I leave this bar. To me, you're just some random dude who decided to follow me through the slums of Bludstone for whatever the hell reason." It was the most she spoke all night and it was to get a point across to this guy... what his name? Tim? Hopefully he got the hint.

She turned back around and began drinking as Lucy? What was her name again? Just stood off to the side looking at Candice like if she was a d!ck for what she just said to him. But she didn't care. She didn't come to Bludstone to look for a friend to play hero with. She just wanted to flunken drink.

@candice_andrews:

“Then I would say you’re a lying piece of sh!t.""Just like every other 'multi-billionaire' out there."

He'd shrug his shoulders and take another drink, he didn't really mind what she thought about his status, hell he didn't even really care. He hated having to be a businessman, he just liked the fact that it provided for his equipment, and maybe for the fact that he got a friend out of it. And the only reason he still worked there besides that was the fact that it was all he had left of a family he had never known. He was thinking about that when Candice set down her glass and proceeded to get snippy with him. And he'd slowly raise his eyes to look at her

“I don’t care if you were dropped on your head as a baby or lived with seven dwarfs or played kung fu with them or that you play hero with your fancy gear but dont ask me about my life. We’re not friends. For all I know you're actually a serial killer who's about to try and off me when I leave this bar. To me, you're just some random dude who decided to follow me through the slums of Bludstone for whatever the hell reason."

Thomas' fingers would tap the table as she snapped at him, his body would tighten slightly, his eyes never left her's and his dark gaze bore into her, then he'd let out a small laugh then he'd try and stiffle it by covering his hand, Lucina was looking at Candice like she had pissed in Thomas' Cheerios and the man would give her a smile and gesture for her to calm down because she looked like she was about to come and punch Candice in her nose. "Fair enough I guess" He'd say with a laugh in all honesty he couldn't disagree with what she was saying, but she had gotten a few things wrong. "If you're really worried about me trying to kill you then you can take your shot now, but I'm not going to try and "off" you. If I saw you as a threat I would have taken you out outside when we were walking to the bar or when I first saw your powers. Makes no sense to kill you now."Shrugging his broad shoulders Thomas would return his gaze to the T.V. "And I wasn't trying to pry, just thought we were playing 20 funking questions.." A rustle in the bar would catch his attention and the hair on the back of his head would stand up. Somethings eyes were on the two.

After that Thomas' gaze would return to normal and he'd grab the bottle that Candice had stolen from him "This is mine..." Then his mind would backtrack to something she had said before and he'd let out a laugh, Thomas knew he talked a lot, it was one of his base strengths, he was a tall, strong handsome billionaire. He had to complete the look by being a complete airhead, he knew Candice probably had written him off as some annoying nobody that wasn't worth her time...that was the point, people underestimate guys like Thomas. But it also gave Thomas an aura of mystery, but he actually thought this part was funny.

"You think I play hero? You saw me knife throw a gun then point it at someone's head..didn't know that qualified as being a hero these days. But hey, it's cool you don't wanna talk? I can respect that." That chill returned in his spine but he played it cool pouring himself another drink with a laugh, then going silent leaving Candice alone for the moment.

@thomas_richards:

She didn't say anything throughout his entire lecture. Ugh why was she stuck with the one 'multi-billionaire' who didn't know how to shut the hell up? Half of what he said she didn't listen to. Instead she took the bottle that was left to her and began drinking out of that. But he kept talking and talking and talking and the line between her brows just dug deeper and deeper and deeper into her skin. She couldn't take it anymore. If this was how the rest of the night was going to be,she couldn't handle this sh!t.

Reaching into her pocket and tossed some balled up bills on the counter top that was enough to pay for her own drinks as well as the bottle. "I'm leaving, don't follow me, and I'm taking the bottle." she got off the stool as she stood for a moment to gain her balance before walking off. The other two people who were in the bar stayed silent as they watched her walk out of the bar, mumbling among themselves.

She just wanted to drink so she wouldn't get the nightmares again. The same ones she got every night ever since she lost her memory. But now, some blabber mouth of a man (what kind of man talks that much?) wanted to play 20 flunken questions when she just wanted to drink enough to pass the flunk out! It wasn't too late, she could just go to her apartment drink the rest of the bottle and sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be better than whatever this mess was tonight.

@_feral_nova_

(Lol I had to ask, Are you Candice?)

@candice_andrews: (I'm not gonna be able to get a post out tonight, I'll write one up when I wake up in the morning, hope that's ok)

@candice_andrews: (Get to you soon! Sorry I've been really busy)

On the grassy edge of the Bludstone, what most locals would refer to as "Over there", a blindfolded jazz band plays to the execution of two fine heroes.

The White Whacker himself, Classique, dances to their tune. He is buoyant, excited, and humming. He is the exact opposite of everything seen in the two hogtied vigilantes.

These vigilantes have names. They have powers and people depending on them too, but one of the unfortunately common phenomenons of living the hard life is seeing the lights snuffed out before they ever really got to shine. Darkness Expands Quicker and those all morals, musings and poetic justices fall short of humankind's tendency to bend towards chaos.

Witness:

Classique's shuffle does not cease as he asks the older of the two heroes for any last words.

She begins to speak with chords of steal, "If your trying to send a message, this is too far-"

BANG! With his fingers outstretched like a gun and friction smoke billowing off of his finger tips, Classique took a pot shot at the hero's sidekick. the boy coughs up blood which leads to a sudden shock of chill throughout his entire being. "Popshot caught'em right in eye... Yeesh", Classique coyly laments.

One of the blindfolded saxophone players clumsily cease their jazz. Classique barks at them to continue on. They do. Everyone knows there will be punishment for that interruption later.

Now, the hero is fighting her emotions. Classique hates, this. He hates when people deny him the reactions he feels he deserves. So to get her to open up, he shoots the boy down. Several times. Riddling him in monsterous display. "Now THAT, darling, that was too far wouldn't you agree?" he guffaws as she breaks out in a shouting rage.

Dancing. Crying. Music. Blood. All of it flows freely now. Classique's, latest dark piece comes together at last.

He leans in close to the hero. She is obviously remiss to listen, but compelled to through the all-absorbing madness that surrounds her. He's quiet yet boyish with his words, "I'm about to let you go, okay? Yay, right? And—well—after that, I suppose you could try to have your vengeance right here, right now, hell you may even beat me this time. But if I'm being honest with you, if I win, the next place I put you won't be as comfortable as this field. I might bring the band, but they'll be paying a different tune. Something more... Somber? Anyways, here's my suggestion... Be gone. Flee to the light and tell all of your magnificent friends about our encounter today. Come at me with a goddamned army. Spread the joy why not?... Sit on it for a second while I untie you."

The hero is free. The villain is satisfied. She picks up the deceased. The two forces stare off. Jazz soaks up the tension. They part ways.

As Classique watches her retreat, he wonders if she will gather forces against him and help bend the world towards his chaos.

@candice_andrews:

Thomas sat in his chair and watched as she b*tched internally, just her face alone made him want to gouge his own eyes out, but what he was doing..was definitely working. He observed as her brows furrowed together and the smallest of smiles tugged on his lip. Thomas shook his head and took another drink. As soon as she left...because he knew she was going to leave. He was going to tail her, that much was obvious, but he was going to do it for one of two reasons. 1: Because she was intriquing to him, and he wasn't going to leave her be without knowing every detail he could find about her. That was was simply the detective side of him peeking out. And 2: He knew something was watching the two...and he knew Candice had probably become a target for someone associated with Thomas, and if the young man was right...they would soon be in some deeeeep sh*t.

As he was deep in his own thoughts he didn't fail to notice Candic rising from her seat and drop some bills on the table, Thomas had already paid for both their drinks so there was no point to that. When she stumbled Thomas took that moment to try and slip it back into her pocket without her noticing. A few minutes after she left Thomas would rise to his feet and look at Levina who was giving him an apolgetic look for Candice's behavior. "Levina, I'm buying this bar, we're gonna make it a hot spot! I love it Lev!" He'd give her a wink and kick out the backdoor and steal into the night.

He could still see Candice walking in the distanc ahead of him and he'd bounce on his toes warming his body up. Then looking at a short buiding next to him he would sprint at it and jump straight up, scaling it in less then a second. Pressing a button on his watch he'd summon his suit capsule. As he waited for it to be delivered he would leap from building to building in his civilian clothes in persuit of Candice. His mouth was set into a hard expression, the talkative joyful facade was gone now that there were no observers, the Crimson Hood was out now, Thomas Richards was the mask that Crimson wore to hide his true intentions...his true life. The cold air made his arms chill with goosebumps and his hair stood on end, the skylights of the city made it look beautiful...but when you hit ground level you notice the dangers that this place possesses.

He felt his watch vibrate and he looked ahead as his suit capsule smashed next to him. Wasting no time Thomas put his hand on the handscanner and the capsule opened up. Removing his jacket and stepping inside he would feel his clothing begin to shift and change as his armor was put on. His armor is an ergonomically articulated combat armor that is electronically cooled, made of Nomex fire-resistant material and a strong nanotech underweave. The body armor also consists of an outer and inner layer made from an ultra-lightweight titanium-dipped tri-weave fiber mesh coated with nanotechnology. Sandwiched in between is the MR-fluid based liquid armor system, topped off with the red bat emblem in the center that contains his body taser. And that was just the suit...not even getting into the weapons.

Pulling out his belt and strapping his gear to it he would holster his M1911 pistols .950 caliber hollow point armor piercing shells compressed in a pistol..these babies could stop a tank. But that was standard ammo. He was packing the Adamantium in case of rare emergencies with highly powered meta-humans. Along with his standard crime fighting gear. As he finished getting ready he would pull his helmet onto his head and activate the computer. The capsule would compress and get shot back into the plane.

Cracking his neck he would sprint across the rooftops doing acrobatic tricks as he parkoured through the city following the womens trail, out of the corner of his eyes he spotted movements of shadowy figures dancing across the night like they were born from the darkness. "No. This isn't good." He watched as they expertly surrouded around Candice sticking to a distance so she couldn't see them, or if she could it wouldn't matter. They would form around her in a swarm. Then out of no where they struck out into the light pulling out katanas and forming a wall around her. One of them in the lead would hiss "Where. Was the man you were with?"

That's when Thomas would make his present known, leaping through the air and unleashing a hail of bullets while doing several corkscrews Thomas would land next to her and observe the damage he had done...he had caught some actual bodies. At least eight dead bodies had fallen and Thomas would turn to Candice, the helmet modulated his voice to make it sound deeper and more robotic. He would be straight to the point, he honestly didn't even know if Candice would realize it was him...she couldn't even remember his name...Pulling out a smoke grenade and yanking out the clip he would walk forward as the gas began billowing out around him covering the area with a tssss sound as he pulled and stood next to her "Assassins." Was all he said, if she wanted more info she could ask...or she could run...Thomas wouldn't blame her for either.

(If you wanna end this interaction that's cool, I honestly didn't know, but I thought this could be cool and I could build up the League Of Darkness so that I can make them an actual thing. I also realized this was a pretty long read so sorry!)

@thomas_richards:

(It was my closing that’s why I said she was heading home to go to bed. But it’s fine, I’ll play along)

She walked through the city, her head thrown back as she was drinking away straight from the bottle. She just wanted to get home. Tomorrow was a busy day… busy day of sleeping. The powered woman wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings, the alcohol affecting her perception. She didn’t even notice the assassins until the sword was about to poke her eye out.

"Where. Was the man you were with?"

She stayed silent, her eyes glaring at them. “What man?” Even though Candice wasn’t exactly fond of the man, she wasn’t about to put him in danger. Though… technically he just put her in danger right now...

As if on cue a man wearing a crimson mask did some fancy movements and began shooting bullets all around her. She stayed still watching how while he did hit eight of them… some of those bullets who wasted, and they were just standing there.

Her head turned to him as he landed next to her. She took a look at him from head to toe. Eyeing the gun he used as well as his armor and helmet. Oh god, this was… what was his name? Tim? The entire area was engulfed in a grey smoke as Candice let out a forceful cough. “What the hell mancough, I don’t have a helmet like you.” All the chaos going on was enough to sober her up, and she hated it.

"Assassins."

“No? Really? Katanas and dressed in black? I thought they were The Knightfalls.” Candice rolled her eyes as one of the Assassins came towards them, blade first through the smoke. Without even hesitating Candice grasped the blade from the top and bent it towards the assassin. She could see the assassin’s eyes widen in shock as she used her free hand to grab him by the neck of his uniform and threw him over the two. "And I thought I told you not to follow me." she growled with irritation. She didn’t even bother to pay attention to her bleeding hand as another Ninja came through kicking at her, hitting her square in the chest only to hear something snap... his ankle. But the force was enough to send her stumbling back and out of the thick cloud of smoke and ram into another Assassin, the same one she threw just moments ago knocking him over again... and accidentally drop her bottle...

“Ugh! Flunking damn assassins.” She grumbled before another one jumped out from the smoke.

Candice didn’t have time to react because of the dense smoke as the blade came down, slicing into her shoulder. Candice let out a grunt of pain as she dropped to her knee, blood now staining her favorite leather jacket on top of cutting into it. She looked up at the trained killer and launched her fist into his groin area, causing him to crumple down into a ball. “This is my favorite jacket!” She hissed.

@candice_andrews:

Thomas turned to her and his eyes would narrow in his helmet, and he felt a tang of regret for endangering her life. She had known him for a few hours at the latest and she had already been attacked...twice.. and the beings who attacked them were people Thomas was familiar too. The League Of Darkness...Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists he would wach as the smoke billowed around them and Thomas wouldn't even glance at Candice as she spoke

“What the hell man cough, I don’t have a helmet like you.”

Thomas' tone would be serious and unyielding"Short breaths through your mouth. You'll be fine. Stop talking." Thomas would then scan through the smoke and see several of his former League mates approaching them. Pushing these thoughts out of his Head, Thomas would pull clench his guns tightly and his mouth would twitch slightly when she kept talking.

“No? Really? Katanas and dressed in black? I thought they were The Knightfalls.”

Thomas would observe as an assassin lept out through the smoke and sliced towards her, and sliced his blade into her hand..Thomas bet that hurt, those blades were sharpened to perfection. The Crimson Hoods body posture would remain indifferent, and he would ignore her voice again as he began entering the fray himself. Sprinting through the smoke he would unleash quick precise shots that brought down each of his enemies instantly. Getting close and personal Thomas' guns would slide to the side as he began using them as melee weapons. His limbs struck out in a ferocious motion. His first opponent lined up for him and Thomas lashed out mercilessly, he gut punched him, then pivoted on his foot to slam his elbow into his mouth. Finally with a spin Thomas would link his arm around his neck and twist, ending his life with a simple motion. Thomas had gone on the offensive from the beginning, he was unharmed except for a minor nick on his torso, it hadn't managed to pierce his armor.

But Even through all the chaos of the situation Candice was still talking, and Thomas' eyes furrowed in annoyance as he realized how irking it was, and he vowed never to talk to much around her again.

"And I thought I told you not to follow me."

"Yeah, and you're alive because I didn't listen,stop talking and pay attention to your surroundings." He would nod his head toward the assassin that proceeded to kick her in the stomach, his foot snapped but he still managed to push the superhuman backwards and Thomas would click his tongue, and flick his guns sending a hail of bullets towards a group of the lethal killers. Cracking his neck he would crash into the horde of killers and procede to extinguish them all...in a matter of seconds no one but a few were left...Thomas had become Death incarnate, and as the vigilante turned he'd see Candice's shoulder get cut into. Keeping his eyes trained on her he observed as she dispatched of him easily. The smoke was gone and there were only three assassins left. Walking up to the ninja she had just put down Thomas would turn to her and pull out his gun once again. With a deadly serious tone Thomas would growl "You don't have to see the rest of this. You can go, they won't be bothering you anymore." Then..he'd pull the trigger. His helmet shined with blood and his white eyepieces glowed with malice.

Turning to the last three Thomas would holster his guns and grab a katana off of the ground, then one of the ninja's would say in a heavy arab accent "You must return, the League needs you." Thomas would leap forward in a kick driving his foot into his enemies face knocking him "Tell the League to find a new leader. I have my own stuff to do."

He'd turn to Candice and give her a once over assessing her injuries, he'd reach into his belt and pull out bandages and some gauze. "We'll patch you up after this." Taking off his helmet he'd turn to the last two of the assassins who were attempting to formulate a plan. "What do you want to do with them lady?"

@thomas_richards:

Candice grunted as she stood up, blood trickling down her arm and staining the concrete with a rather large puddle. Did they cut into a vein? It didn’t hurt as much as it should, most likely due to the amount of alcohol she consumed before the fight. She pressed her hand against the wound, but blood was still seeping from between her fingers.

"You must return, the League needs you."

Great, this guy was involved with these assassins. She just wanted a drink, why the flunk did she get stuck with this guy who’s buddies with assassins? Candice grabbed the bottle (which was still intact, holy crap!) and poured whatever was left on her wound as she lowered her head in pain, heavily breathing as even more blood was seen coming down her arm as the alcohol washed the excess blood off her jacket.

"Tell the League to find a new leader. I have my own stuff to do."

She didn’t say anything, but she sure as hell glared the flunk out of Tim. She watched him take off his helmet, what was the point of wearing it if you were gonna take it off while still technically in battle? If she punched him and knocked him out did that mean she could be the new leader of this "league" and order them to beat the sh!t out of him for ruining her night?

"We'll patch you up after this."

“Peachy” She slowly pulled the jacket off of her as she moaned in pain. As soon as she got it off, you could see the wound was still actively bleeding and Candice wasn’t a nurse. She looked at her shoulder and began feeling lightheaded as she suddenly realized… was that her bone she was seeing in her wound?

"What do you want to do with them lady?"

Lady? What the hell. Well… that annoyed her even more. “Do whatever you want with them, I’m not-” She paused for a moment as she began feeling dizzy. “I-I just wanted to-.” She stumbled to the side as she leaned against a pole. “Go to… bed?” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she passed out from the loss of blood (not that the alcohol helped).

It was the rays of sunlight that got her the most. Usually, Barbara wouldn't mind a little bit of the sun, but today specifically, she felt as if she couldn't stand anything. She sat on the roof of some random high rise, watching over the eerily peaceful Bludstone. Her legs dangled over the edge as she continued to watch over the city, not to find any potential crimes, but to just sit there in peacefulness. She had just recently arrived in Bludstone, not in search of a new home, but in search of someone she has longed to find. But not for reasons one would think, times were different, and the person she had once known changed with it.

In her hand, she cradled a small gold locket of some sort. What held inside of it? A picture of her and her long-gone father. A memory longly cherished. She held to locket tight, holding back the urge to cry. So sitting there for a long moment, Barbara shook her head throwing the locket necklace over her neck as it always was. The so-called 'Dark Angel' was new to the game, which meant she needed to grow, and to do so, she needed her brother.

@darkangel_: (This open? Or are you gonna have an interaction with yourself? XD)

@lamartheslayer: (You could interact if you'd like)

@darkangel_: (Cool, I'll get her with one of my other characters in a bit)

@red_jay: I'll have a post up as Jai soon, I think I'm gonna pass out, so if I do I'll get to writing when I wake up.

@darkangel_:

It all happened in a flash...One moment there were 27 people surrounded in a burning inferno, then the next moment they were gone, blown outside as if God himself had decided to use the winds themself to expell the people with hurricane force. Then came the lightning. Almost as soon as the people were outside the fire mysteriously ended. There was a trail of golden electricity that exited the scene, and the person leaving that trail was a boy named Jai, and he was the Fastest Boy Alive. With a grin he blasted throughout the streets of Bludstone ignoring the lingering pain he felt in his body and the involuntary twitches he felt in his arms and legs.

Pressing his finger to the police scanner contained in his earpiece his eyes would widen as he got words of a trainwreck in progress...but the police weren't going there to help, they were going their to clean up the mess...but those people weren't dead yet. And Jai could still help them. Narrowing his eyes and tightening his body he would clench his teeth and push faster. He was going to need all the speed he could gather, and that meant that he would be facing the boundaries that he had placed on himself. Shaking his head clear he would propel his feet even harder and begin to accelerate. Rushing over the tops of cars and barreling through the streets Jai became a gale force of speed. He'd had his powers for about a year now and he was getting pretty good at using them.

Once he reached the train tracks he would began to run faster. He needed a good buildup if he was going to be rescuing people out of a moving...crashing..twisting and turning object. "Alright...let's go." Jai would crash into the train which happened to be next to the building Barbara was in. There was an ear shattering SCHREEEEEECH as metal clashed against metal and Jai's eyes twiched as a result. Jai would make a mad dash inside the train taking out each passenger one at a time, the crashing transportation unit would tumble and roll causing Jai to have to shift his footing and positioning each second to allow him to remain on balance.

Then in the span of seconds no one remained inside the train...but their was a wide array of people outside in the cold, dark air wondering how the hell they appeared outside. The New Velocity didn't waste anytime for the publicity....he was literally trembling in his scarlet boots. With an exhausted groan he would race up to the Skyrise and collaspe breathing in deeply, trying to get the numbness off of his body. Little did he know there was someone up there with him as he floated in and out of unconsciousness.

(Sorry if this sucks..I'm not feeling it right now.)

“Bloody hell, what happened here?” The Son of Shadows hollered out in disgust, carefully stepping over several dead bodies - all of which were littered over the ground. Dozens upon dozens of bodies were lying there, dead as the night. Some were riddled with bullet holes, whilst others were visibly beat to death. But the bodies weren’t the only thing visibly seen, the walls of the warehouse were also covered in reigns of lead, whereas one could see both in, and out. “Arms deal went wrong?” Damon waltzed over to a small, teel van with its rear doors swung right open, for the potential buyers Damon supposed. What laid within the van were countless of military weaponry, what Damon could only be assumed to be stolen. “Look at all these goodies.” He hovered his Saphire gloved hand over the crates, confirming that the weapons were in fact stolen. “As I suspected.”

As he stood there continuing to examine the various firearms and explosives, Damon hears the faintest whimper from behind him. “Huh?” Damon turns around, his brown hair billowing in the brisk air. As he does so, he suspects a very distinct trail of blood, leading towards one of the black Cadillacs, those of which were also riddled in bullet holes. “Lookie at what we have ‘ere.” The former assassin of the League of Shadows strolled over to the decayed car, as he found himself glaring at a bleeding man sitting on the other side of which he was looking at. “Please, you already got us- wait. You’re not him, thank god.” The thug said, grimacingly glaring Damon with his blooded face. “No. I’m not “him.” Tell me who he is, and maybe I won’t finish what he started.” The Shadow Stranger crouched near the man, slowly unsheathing his blade - which was enough to make him talk, “h-he’s, the Crimson Hoo-” But before the man could speak, he lost his tongue before he could do so. The blood he had already lost was catching up to him and in the end, death was the only thing.

“Who the bloody hell is the “Crimson Hoo-? An owl enthusiast?”

Thomas hung in the rafters snickering to himself. He had killed at least three gangs full of people in a short space of time. Their arms deal had gone in incredibly wrong, they had left a trail so obvious Thomas had no choice but to follow it and eliminate everyone involved. With a laugh that breathed like the wind Thomas would sit there and watch the fruits of his labor. The deal had been shut down, no guns had been displaced and Thomas had managed to boonk gang a rocket launcher. He could have gotten his own with Richard Enterprises but some things shouldn't be bought by a billionaire playboy.

As he lied down he would whistle a few soft toons as he played with his gauntlets and fiddeled with his equipment. Thomas was a mystery to much people. No one could determine what he was really like, at sometimes he could be a sarcastic, charming billionaire. And at other times he could be dark and broody...but most decided that this side of him was his most dangerous...the snarky, sarcastic side of him, the side that could slaugher a multitude of men and still crack a joke as their slick blood ran down his body.

That's what Thomas was like at the moment. And as he was sitting there cloaked from view he would hear a loud

“Bloody hell, what happened here?”

The Crimson Hood would snicker and sit up, this man smelled like trouble, the grace and balance he conducted himself with reeked of the League Of Assassins. Scrunching his nose he would whisper under his breath "Ugh, one of Raysh's b*tches..or former b*tches.." The Dark Crusader would make his way silently through the rafters as his new target surveyed the damage around them.

Thomas would hoise his Rocket launcher on his shoulder and wait for Damon to finish his pointless interrorgation. He'd let out a loud laugh that should instantly draw Damon's eyes to him. Thomas would be grinning broadly inside his helmet and he'd aim his new boom toy with expert precision at his next enemy, then to taunt him he'd give him a wave. "It's the Crimsion Hood...Sup B*tch."

From the shadows, an answer to his obvious rhetorical question deluded. With a quirk of his furrowed brow, Damon glared up to the rafters, only to see the masked assailant, The Crimson Hood. Damon glared at the vigilante at the corner of his sapphire eyes, giving the snarkiest remark of acknowledgment. “Me?” Damon - now full turned attention to the rocket wielder - slowly unsheathed his blades by his back holsters, till they were as visible as the moon. The heirlooms of thousands of generations hung high, Vibranium blades of the Shadow Walker dazzled in presence - though they weren’t just for show.

A defense precaution was in action if Thomas were to take the open chance of pointing his rocket launcher at Damon, the Shadow Savant would be ready. “Did you do this?” He pushed, narrowing his sapphire eyes down at the masked marauder. Firming his grip on the sacred pommels of the blades. It was up to Thomas, to make his move.

@damon_ford:

Thomas would cock his head as his enemy said something stupid and he'd laugh

Did you do this?”

"Naw, I honestly have no idea who it was, sorry. Honestly if I could help I would." Laughing deeply he'd watch Damon unsheathe his swords and Thomas would smirk under his mask. Thomas' grip o his handheld weapon was firm...but it was one handed. Thomas' other hand gripped his gun tightly, drawing it out of it's holster with no resistance. Inside was his adamnatium rounds and he'd smirk deeply, he had no time to play around but he would do it anyway. Plus he wanted to test his skill against someone other then thugs and low level ninjas.

Now gripping his pistol in his left hand, and his launcher in his right, he'd finally get serious. Damon was ready for him to blow him the hell up. But Thomas had other plans, in a totally random act Thomas would Click a button on his gun a smoke pellet would crash from the side of his weapon and hit the ground, now the area was submerssed in smoke Thomas would shoot the rocket launcher to do area damage, Thomas had the advantage of being above ground. He could aim and shoot in a way that would cover the whole space, the air would blister as the rocket shot forward and explode...right into the Van behind Damon that was full of weapons and gasoline. The explosion would shake the whole foundation and Thomas would vanish off of the rafters

The smoke had begun dispersing, but Thomas was already on the move, he would wind his way through the smoke and end up behind Damon, flying through the air with speed and power he would unleash a kick that would be aimed at the Violet assassins spine. Whether or not it connected Thomas would roll across the smoldering floor while aiming his pistol at Damons shoulder and taking fire, the smoke would be billowing between the two and Thomas could feel the heat warming up his bones and getting him ready, Thomas was focused and determined. While he hoped his shot had gone through Damons shoulder he would draw aim and stay on guard.