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"You gotta love the news, don't ya? Supers on the police force, bah." A man stood outside the furniture store. "As if them cops weren't enough of a pain in the ass, especially with that bitch Rexford as Chief of Police. Another slow day at the shop, Zacko?" He sniffed then spat some tobacco on the ground. Jerry was a regular around 4th Avenue, popping into local shops and stores and occasionally leaving with little things to eat that no one would notice.-Z-
Mood: Agitated|Location: Wandering Lockbridge|Transportation: On Foot
What would have usually been another day of practiced smiles and habitual interaction was turning into another chip precariously knicked into Zack's shoulder. A Superhero Initiative was the last thing he wanted his new home to grow comfortable with. Yet here he was in an oversized building filled with antique shelves priced in a way that customers couldn't be bothered to purchase - his building. The imagery of the Mayor and the Chief of Police flashed smoothly across his television and he watched with interest and a sneer that faded after another drag from his cigarette. Smoke was practically one of the highlights for Mr. K's furniture store, plumes drifting aimlessly through the air leaving a shallow haze and the familiar stale, pungent stench that came with it. Most days of the week he spent with his associates in various bars, homes and conveniently owned storefronts in neighboring cities - today they all quietly watched the announcement to the public.
Practically a tragedy.
The television clicked off and Z lifted an abused magazine to fan away the smoke lingering in the air. He gathered the attention from his peers and simply quipped, "Supers on the force. Now -that- wouldn't be good for business." His voice unconcerned with his usual chipper demeanor returning.
It was time to close up shop, the hours were never consistent with the Magical Mr. K's Furniture Store as they consisted of whenever he showed up to whenever he disappeared. The older men still resting rose up with comfortable stretches or a stiff groan from lounging about. They made the odd fuss over the news but it escaped more in the form of dismissive waves of the hand or the off "Ah fuck 'em." remarks to the voiceless electronic. The herd moved off like old friends preparing to return home and going their separate ways, leaving behind Z to finish locking up, get dressed and wander through beautiful ol' Lockbridge.
Magma Woman avoided a few, but eventually tripped up. A bullet zipped past Apteryx's head.Dareia Adams
Apteryx
Fighting People She Shouldn’t On 4th Ave.
Interactions: Magma Woman, Zack, & Corey
“Holy shit...” She whispered, eyes widening as this lady chopped the trash can and melted it before her eyes. She shouldn’t have done this. She’s screwed. She should not have done this. Nope nope nope. But it was too late now. Apteryx had decided to try and save the day, so now she had to try to do it. Even if the odds were against her.
“Sure thing! Let’s settle you down so you’re ready for your jail cell!” She replied, trying to convey confidence. Fake it till you make it, right? It worked for Spider-Man, her favourite fictional superhero, why couldn’t it also work for her? The young girl flew up into the sky again and tightened her hands into fists, making the air around them tangible.
“You better be getting the police over here!” Dareia yelled at Zack as he jogged away and she threw the balls of tangible air down at Magma Woman. While it was a bit harder to aim when zooming through the air, there was no way in hell she was going to stay on the ground with this lady. God, she hoped he’d get some help over here. Least he could do was call the police to help her. Of course, after his comments, she wouldn’t be surprised if he decided not to, the racist bastard.
Ben whips out a Huawei. Is he calling the police? No. He's recording a video for Twitter. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the age of post-modernity. However, as Apteryx nosedives for the tarmac road, this is when the McDonald's employee comes to his senses.
Dropping everything to run towards her, Ben catches her before she catches the concrete. "Shit, you're bleeding," yells the man. "You need a doctor!"
Dareia Adams
Apteryx
Fighting People She Shouldn’t On 4th Ave.
Interactions: Magma Woman & Ben
“FUCK!” Apteryx screamed as she was shot and subsequently landed face first into the pavement, because flying is hard when there’s metal being shot through your shoulder.
“Dude! Can you call the police? Or an ambulance? Thanks...” The young woman called to Ben, hoping maybe he’d be a useful citizen. “Then you should probably leave... Don’t gotta but it’s recommended.” She groaned as she forced herself to stand up. Bullets hurt way more than they seem in the movies...
“Alright, I see. You had to cheat and use bullets. Gotcha.” Apteryx held up her fists. “You wanna fight on the ground? Let’s fight on the ground.” She prepared herself for this lady’s next move.