Arvarna
Meep.
[[OOC: I am also assuming we are watching Frost and Vale at the car crash site and are currently honed in on the girl.]]
They had been in that freakin' van for hours, it was getting stuffy, and boring, and Volpe wanted out. But no, Mr. Drones kept droning on about how important retrieving these newly uncovered meta-humans were. '"You must have patience my young padawan." Yea, I'm sure you're very patient...at the mental clinic.' He muttered bitterly, cursing in his mother tongue as he misjudged the height of the van for the 5th time that day, sending himself tumbling out onto the pavement. Pulling himself and whatever pride he had back up, he turned to face his new 'baby-sitter'. "I'm hungry." He whined, trying to irritate the man who had become his new partner. The imposing man was more like a guard sent to watch his every movement and Volpe was feeling more and more like a freak at the circus, suffocating under the smothering gaze of the black-clad ring leader. "Let's get takeaway!" He squealed enthusiastically, poking Mr. Bones' arm as he did so. He reckoned he was doing a rather good job on his 5-year-old voice, whether that was a good or a bad thing remained to be seen.
Having been preoccupied falling out of the dark van and irritating his partner, Volpe had managed to miss the girls heroic rescue of the female cop, and was only now taking in the scene. "Hey Bones." His voice grew uncertain as he took in the sight. "Who is that guy?" He pointed to the dark looking man. "He don't look so happy man..." See, if Omnicorp had just let La Volpe get back to Italy like the law-abiding mercenary that he was -in his own eyes- he wouldn't have to deal with these freaks. Just dealing with his own unstable relationship with his humanity was difficult enough.
Suddenly the earth trembled, sending tremors through the earths crust. Street-side lamps flickered, pavement cracked and even the heavily-armoured van was rocking. Throwing his arms out to keep his balance, La Volpe watched as a street lamp began to bend under the violent onslaught of the earths anger, giving under the pressure and cascading down right above the scythe-man's head. Staring in bafflement, Volpe could only watch from beside his partner as his hand instinctively went to the multitude of pictures in the right pocket of his trousers. Waiting for orders from his guardian-devil, Mr. Bones, newly-appointed agent Mr. Felix could only stand-by, anticipating the orders' signal to move.
They had been in that freakin' van for hours, it was getting stuffy, and boring, and Volpe wanted out. But no, Mr. Drones kept droning on about how important retrieving these newly uncovered meta-humans were. '"You must have patience my young padawan." Yea, I'm sure you're very patient...at the mental clinic.' He muttered bitterly, cursing in his mother tongue as he misjudged the height of the van for the 5th time that day, sending himself tumbling out onto the pavement. Pulling himself and whatever pride he had back up, he turned to face his new 'baby-sitter'. "I'm hungry." He whined, trying to irritate the man who had become his new partner. The imposing man was more like a guard sent to watch his every movement and Volpe was feeling more and more like a freak at the circus, suffocating under the smothering gaze of the black-clad ring leader. "Let's get takeaway!" He squealed enthusiastically, poking Mr. Bones' arm as he did so. He reckoned he was doing a rather good job on his 5-year-old voice, whether that was a good or a bad thing remained to be seen.
Having been preoccupied falling out of the dark van and irritating his partner, Volpe had managed to miss the girls heroic rescue of the female cop, and was only now taking in the scene. "Hey Bones." His voice grew uncertain as he took in the sight. "Who is that guy?" He pointed to the dark looking man. "He don't look so happy man..." See, if Omnicorp had just let La Volpe get back to Italy like the law-abiding mercenary that he was -in his own eyes- he wouldn't have to deal with these freaks. Just dealing with his own unstable relationship with his humanity was difficult enough.
Suddenly the earth trembled, sending tremors through the earths crust. Street-side lamps flickered, pavement cracked and even the heavily-armoured van was rocking. Throwing his arms out to keep his balance, La Volpe watched as a street lamp began to bend under the violent onslaught of the earths anger, giving under the pressure and cascading down right above the scythe-man's head. Staring in bafflement, Volpe could only watch from beside his partner as his hand instinctively went to the multitude of pictures in the right pocket of his trousers. Waiting for orders from his guardian-devil, Mr. Bones, newly-appointed agent Mr. Felix could only stand-by, anticipating the orders' signal to move.