Trombone Geek
KNIFE
Ah, the wonderful land of Las Vegas. Already enough commotion for Rufus to cause more chaos, and he knew just where to start. He'd been following a group of experiments for a while now, and had almost been discovered a few times, not that he really cared. If they found him, cool. If not, better.
And, while Rufus wasn't one for flashiness in the terms of ability and such, when it came to first impressions it was a completely different matter. That's how he came to be levitating high above Vegas, watching a taxi far below, judging and aiming and all sorts of that fanciness, and how he came to letting himself plummet straight through said taxi's roof, headfirst, before stopping his descent, all the while grinning at those within--who he knew were part of the large group he'd been trailing--and not even paying attention as the taxi driver screamed, swerved, and ran into a street light. The damage was minimal, of course, but it would still prove problematic for just about everyone.
Oh well.
Punching an arm through the roof, he gave a wave and lifted some of his red hair to peer properly at the four experiments with his strange blue-green-surrounded-by-black (yay for overly long words) eyes, still grinning stupidly.
"So, how is everyone this pleasant evenin' in Las Vegas?" came his low and quiet voice, completely unaffected by the mess he'd made.
(@King Anthony @iiimee @mewbot5408 ENJOY THE WONDER THAT IS RUFUS))
And, while Rufus wasn't one for flashiness in the terms of ability and such, when it came to first impressions it was a completely different matter. That's how he came to be levitating high above Vegas, watching a taxi far below, judging and aiming and all sorts of that fanciness, and how he came to letting himself plummet straight through said taxi's roof, headfirst, before stopping his descent, all the while grinning at those within--who he knew were part of the large group he'd been trailing--and not even paying attention as the taxi driver screamed, swerved, and ran into a street light. The damage was minimal, of course, but it would still prove problematic for just about everyone.
Oh well.
Punching an arm through the roof, he gave a wave and lifted some of his red hair to peer properly at the four experiments with his strange blue-green-surrounded-by-black (yay for overly long words) eyes, still grinning stupidly.
"So, how is everyone this pleasant evenin' in Las Vegas?" came his low and quiet voice, completely unaffected by the mess he'd made.
(@King Anthony @iiimee @mewbot5408 ENJOY THE WONDER THAT IS RUFUS))
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