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Post by doppleganger119 on Jun 17, 2012 9:22:20 GMT -5
In the distance between sprinting towards the parking lot and his previous position, Lars made sure to quickly dash through the partially burnt folds of tent and snag a few precious stones, easily plucking them from on top of their plush velvet cushions. Even though he was still attempting to stay on track and on task, didn't mean he couldn't profit from it. He was of course, straying a safe distance from the shelters that inhabited any official characters, with proved to be no difficult task since they tended to subconsciously cluster in small squads.
Keeping tabs on the location of 'Thief' as he had temporarily dubbed her, for no other reason than so he could stop referring to her as only 'that other thief' or 'her'. He had long ago -meaning three minutes- surmised that this individual had to be a thief, stealing away with the Emerald in such a manner, making the other individual -who was still currently standing blindly in a tent that was very much flammable, for reasons unknown- by default, 'That other person'.
Lars deftly side-stepped to his left, kicking up off the ground and latching his gloved hands onto a conveniently close pole that was jutting out from the abandoned building. He efficiently scaled the red brick wall, stealthily creeping across the grey rooftop while sticking to the shadows, to further hide him from prying eyes. He slowed to a stop as they neared the raging bonfire. His mind automatically came up with multiple motivations for 'Thief' to stop here, when she froze. She was aware of his presence, he deduced, and immediately dropped down to the ground, pressing his chest tight against the firm surface.
They both waited for the other to make a move.
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Post by themascura on Jun 20, 2012 15:24:03 GMT -5
Seconds passed. The coils of thick, oily smoke ran across her skin. The heat was oppressive, even from this distance. Time slowed. The scream of sirens, snap of flames and wails of terrified civilians dulled to a quite roar. Her heart beat, stamping wildly with excitement, loomed super-imposed above all of that. Adrenaline tingled her fingers and toes. She grinned wildly. The watcher did nothing.
Waiting, waiting, always waiting! Heroes these days! She bit her lower lip, glancing around the area. She'd just have to show this new hero- as she assumed they were- what life was made of!
She broke cover, stretching her legs as she sprinted toward one of the larger fires- a car, something that could possibly explode at any second. There was an abandoned hotdog cart next to it, dripping relish and mustard across the ground like a grisly crime scene. The blonde used it as a kick-stand, hitting it at a dead run and launching herself toward the blotted sky, arms spread, over the flickering inferno.
She didn't know what waited on the other side of the car. It could be anything. She figured she'd find out when she got there.
If the car didn't blow up, anyway.
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Post by doppleganger119 on Jun 24, 2012 21:56:40 GMT -5
Lars didn't have favourites. This problem probably rooted from the fact that he had no friends. Ever. To add to this, he wasn't even one-hundred-percent sure which side he was on, if it mattered.
So he was sure it was just a spur of the moment thing, and honestly, what else can you expect a telekinetic pyromaniac to do?
It also helped that the jumping woman wasn't on his team, or side or whatever. He still wasn't quite confident on if she was 'good' or 'bad', but either way she would have to be an enemy of his.
Lars was really confused on why he still had morals, but decided in the end he didn't care and dismissed these thoughts, blowing up the car anyway.
Power churned in his stomach, creating a strong, pleasant feeling that he craved, longed for. This was what it was all about. The sensation pushed him forward, and he jumped up, ran two steps and launched himself off the corner of the thee story building, kicking off the crumbling gargoyle that clung to the ledge, which now cracked and then fell apart, the pieces smashing onto the pavement crushing a parking meter.
Time to have some fun.
He sailed through the air gleefully, diving towards the bulging car. It looked suffocated, almost ready to explode, practically bursting with energy and heat, just needing that extra little push... it called to him. He was falling freely now, faster, ready to hit the ground. He could feel the inferno spitting on his face, tempting him, pulling him towards the fire. He could feel the intense heat now, his flesh burned and charred and it felt wonderful. He embraced the flames, it's skinny, white-hot fingers curling around his arms, crawling up his chest. He was below the smoke now, the jagged gravel and concrete ready to eat at him, gravity dragging him down to the waiting pain. He was suddenly aware of Thief and thought maybe they would collide first and go down together.
Lars outstretched his arm, positioning his red, burnt hand directly towards the huge vehicle, willing the power to shoot up his arm, tingling his skin. He let it circle and gather in his palm, the raw forceful energy warming his finger, waiting impatiently for it's release.
He created a mental link to the car, while his outstretched limb fed the power off the mental source, he could feel the path it made across his chest, the stored energy pumping through to the dispense point. At just the right moment he clenched his fist, letting the circle internally explode from the pressure, sending the power shooting along the link, blasting towards the target, ready for destruction.
For a split second Lars idly wondered how his sunglasses stayed on his face this long.
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Post by themascura on Jun 25, 2012 23:38:58 GMT -5
Cleo closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the pure, sweet adrenaline coursing through her veins. She allowed herself to rotate slowly, until her back was to the fire and her face was toward the sky. Suddenly a foreign presence brutally smashed her sweet moment of serenity. The dark, apathetic force was closer than should have been possible in such a short time.
Her eyes snapped open, eyes blue irises disappearing slightly as the depth-less black of her pupils expanded. A man was rapidly plunging toward her. Her eyes jerked to his hand as she felt a force develop therein. She turned her head back to him and smiled, the apathetic dash of his all-too-clear intention bursting across her mind.
So it was that game, was it?
She whipped backward suddenly, tossing herself into a sky-diver's somersault, using the force of the movement to throw her further away from the car. She hit the ground on one knee and a foot and jumped again, this time focusing on one of the state-regulated fire hydrants placed at the perimeter of the parking lot. The mind-bending heat had softened the metal some, though not much. She glanced once over her shoulder, a bit of golden hair escaping from her cowl, and smiled once more at her unknown foe.
As the ball of force approached the car, she lashed out with her right foot, impacting the side port of the hydrant with bone-crunching force. The half-melted lid popped loose like a cannonball, ejecting into the side of the vehicle barely in front of a jet of water.
Her foot gave out under her as she brought it back down. She frowned, wobbling slightly to the side and falling to the dirt briefly, just as the ball of telekinetic force hit the car, just slightly behind it's target, as the car had been jerked roughly to the side by the impact of the water. The metal jerked and screeched slightly, and hissed demonically. She watched with great interest, pulling herself haphazardly to her feet--foot-- and waiting to see how the sunglasses-wearing stranger would handle the fire, ground, or stream of water, slowly limping away backward as she watched.
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Post by doppleganger119 on Jul 20, 2012 3:55:23 GMT -5
((Hey Them, SO sorry about the late-ness, my internet has literally been on and off lately with the not-so-rare connection timeout phenomena on my new mac...))
He honestly didn't see him coming. Though his word could be doubted and questioned, because he, like any other street-rat (successful, street-rat mind you,) hated police officers. It got seriously irritating when he was in the middle of a very well-progressing business transaction and all of a sudden, these meddling officers would bust in, attempt to steal the goods, which were technically his, and crudely shoot the entire, perfect-for-shady-deals old-abandoned warehouse, down.
They never could actually get away with his goods, but it was a major hassle to reschedule another appointment, and do the convincing and excellent sales advertisement and persuasion, and hunt down the thu- business partners (the easiest part by far) then manage to find yet another fantastical, absolutely perfect shady-deals warehouse, that could preferably be so conveniently old and abandoned, then borrow a police radio and check that no-one is heading your way. They also got in the way a little bit, when you were trying to steal a meal for that growling stomach of yours, but any experienced thief would easily avoid them so that they didn't pose very big of an issue. But the real problem was the growth of corrupted officers in the Gotham P.D., and the fact that they didn't really do a thing about it.
Skipping over all this mental turmoil, and deciding that he thought way too much, Lars got back to the point at hand: the car was about to freaking blow-up any second now and he, the young cop from practically last century earlier, and Thief were all going to get caught in the blast.
Not like the blast would impact permanent damage onto him personally, but the officer and Thief would have no such luck, unless Thief had a trick up her sleeve, maybe, meta related? It didn't seem to be all that uncommon these days, with new villains and heroes showing up out of the blue everyday.
Wasting so much time thinking about the issue, he figured it was just too bad that he wasn't granted with the power to stop time, as the car finally gave and burst, sharp, cutting shards of glass came whizzing past his head and the cloud of fire and dust and smoke and debris was expanding rapidly, coming close to sweeping him right off his not-so-much-on-the-ground feet and crashing and tumbling over him like a giant wave-
He blinked.
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Post by themascura on Jul 27, 2012 12:44:30 GMT -5
Cleo could feel the pressure building in the air sweet with honeyed anticipation. It was almost as if she could see the car swell like a cartoon bomb. The water had already quenched most of the fire around the car, ensuring no more cars would explode on their own... unless they went off collaterally. She frowned slightly, wisps of blonde hair curling lightly from under the cap. A police officer was still nearby. So was the anonymous would-be-assassin that had just started the ticking time-bomb. The assassin HAD tried to kill her, but it was a shame to see him die. She herself had already managed to semi-sprint out of range, slowed by her broken foot, but still fast enough when it came down to to it.
Something in her tightened, a sick feeling began to form beneath the euphoria of adrenaline. In a distant world, her foot began to throb slowly. She swallowed a scream, involuntarily throwing her hands, and her mind, out toward the police officer. An innocent. He was frozen with fear. She could feel his body numb with panic, mind blank. She grabbed hold of his legs and forced him to MOVE, throwing him physically off of the sidewalk and into the river that bordered the park.
She felt the sudden burst of hot air, pressing against her hard enough to rock her, even from that distance. He felt the water rock as pieces of sizzling debris sliced into the water. The water began to heat, but Cleo felt the stupor leave his mind. She withdrew, a headache thundering into life behind each temple. The pain in her foot was setting in quickly now. It was time to go, before the remnant state completely wore off.
The sometimes-thief made her way to her car (thankfully parked in the secondary parking lot), stopping first to get her other clothes out of her trunk. The pretty white sundress she had worn to the gem-show was still in the bathroom, along with her purse, some cash and one of her credit cards, a gold and emerald tennis bracelet and a pair of strappy heels. The bathroom was across the parking lot though, and might have been a world away for all the good they were to her. It was a good thing she had a spare set.
She changed quickly in the back of her car, thankful for the tinted windows and the windshield covers. Then, carefully, she slid her body into the drivers seat and buckled up.
As she guided her sleek little black car away from the park and toward the hospital she began to construct her story.
She had come to the show looking for a nice piece for a friend....
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