The Regal Rper
Mad Scientist
Southern District | 9:40
24125 Sett Street
ONE
Stealing a bike before their owner could come back out with their late night drink was stupidly simple. Two 'good Samaritans' tried to stop One, they were met with a steady swift fist and backhand when they got too close for comfort. The shorter of the two had the sense to dodge, the other grabbed his bruised nose as he fell to the ground.
One merely returned his attention at the task at hand; stealing this bike. Next time don't be stupid and chain your property.
He was off before either of his attackers could recover and gone before the bike owner could even properly exit the cafe. Speeding through the streets on a downhill slope as he rushed for his intended destination. It wasn't long before the stench of filth water hit his nose and the overhead image of ruined buildings caught his sights that One immediately paused before going any further.
Digging into his backpack he saw movement. Light rain or not, One dug a hand into his satchel, ripping out the binoculars and getting himself a good view.
"Tsk", his tongue clicked. "Damn kid." Poltergeist was already there, he'd been too late. What was the point of going down now if he was already handling the situation? One thought to leave. But them something caught his attention.
"...What's he doing?" Binoculars went up. "...? Is he? Helping someone?" A brow rose in surprise. He'd have thought anyone caught in that mess would be dead. The place was riddled with debris and large chunks of what was once a building, if this person was alive they were either really fucking lucky, suffering incredible pain, or probably just another--
The binoculars disappeared back into the satchel and One took the slope down the street to join the hero in his attempts at digging whoever it was out. Joining One, Four and Five, both of whom were on their own versions of the stolen silver bike. The triplets came to a halt with One skidding to a steady lead as he came right by Poltergeist's side. None of them spoke, the voice would be a dead give away if they ever met Poltergeist somewhere on the streets, even if the mask and hood was hiding most of their identity.
Waving Four and Five over, both abandoned their rides and moved to aid Poltergeist in the removal of debris, the twins took their time picking chunks that wouldn't upset or collapse the structure even further- all while One sat atop his stolen bike, leaned over handlebars, watching them and Poltergeist get to work.
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