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Post by Dazzle on Jun 17, 2016 1:42:35 GMT
Early in the morning, just before 3 a.m. at the Marine Cross appartment complex overlooking Dunwich Park, an intruder could be found sneaking about, quiet as a mouse. Her target? The occasional residence of Libertina Berlitz, the pompous little rich girl and hound of the Initiative. Despite only being occupied every now and again (which was a bit boring) it was perfect. Full of valuable jewelry and overzealous art that seemed to magically reappear every few days, it was a victimless crime to snatch a few thousand dollars worth of stuff.
Dazzle waltzed around the appartment in her bodysuit, perfect for night prowling; taking her time as she examined the room. What would be noticed? What's valuable? What'll send a message if it's gone? These are all questions she asked herself. But she was in no rush, she only appeared every month or so, don't want the guards to be too alert. It was hard enough getting in as is, but that made it fun.
She snatched a few valuabes fulling the messenger bag she had with her full, and made her way to the kitchen for a snack. No worries if she made something to eat the guards never patrolled in here, the place's security was disabled, and the sounds of pouring rain and thunder made her virtually unhearable.
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Jun 26, 2016 22:33:21 GMT
Post by Impact on Jun 26, 2016 22:33:21 GMT
 There were times when Impact regretted signing up for the whole...Iniative gig. Sure, the money was great, and being a superpowered celebrity was always a riot, but when you were called on to fight disgusting slime monsters, or had to go on missions that lasted for days or even weeks at a time, it kinda...Lost its appeal. The worst times, though, were the ones when he couldn't be there in time to save them all. When he'd be standing in the aftermath of a titanic clash with some bad guy, the dust settling, and his eyes would lock onto a set of smaller, sightless ones that stared and stared as if pleading for him to do something...Jason tried not to think about those times. Waking up in cold sweats now and then was enough.
But! Things were rarely gloom and doom, and he preferred to focus on the brighter, sunnier things in life. Like today! Or, well, tonight. And it was raining buckets, and there was lightning and thunder, and...Well, the weather wasn't being very cooperative with his sunshine metaphor, but he ignored it anyway, because tonight he was going to be playing one of his very favourite games; Cops and Robbers.
He'd been called in to the Initiative offices a while back, for a private discussion which had, surprisingly, not turned out to be yet another chewing out about breaking something. Instead, he had been introduced to the lovely Ms Berlitz, a particularly enchanting young woman who also happened to be very, very rich. She also happened to have enough sway within the Initiative to get a favour. This particular favour came in the shape of her robbery troubles being granted special attention by a high-ranking hero. After all, it wasn't all that common for an A-lister like himself to be assigned to a breaking and entering gig, but if you had friends in high places...
Speaking of high places, he was currently floating smack in the middle of a thundercloud, directly above Ms Berlitz's impressive home. He was waiting, mostly, killing time by daydreaming with his arms folded under his head, occasionally ducking down to pop his head out to see if there was any activity. He bemoaned, not for the first time, the lack of superhuman senses that usually went with the powerset he had. As it was, he lifted a finger and sent a jolt of his trademark red lightning into dark mass that surrounded him, the maroon energy travelling along the cloud and colouring it as it went. He sat up, a wide grin splitting his lips as an idea came to him. He laced his fingers together and pushed his hands up and away from him in a long, luxurious stretch, murmuring a, "Oh, this is going to be cool."
A short time later, the storm had taken a decidedly red hue, crimson bolts of pure energy shattering the firmament with dazzling displays of power and light, again and again. Impact floated down, closer to the roof of the building, and folded his arms across his well-muscled chest, a satisfied smirk curving his lips. If this didn't send his playdate a message, well. Nothing would.
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Jun 27, 2016 22:16:30 GMT
Post by Dazzle on Jun 27, 2016 22:16:30 GMT
The perfect sandwich, it'd taken a few more minutes to make then Dazzle would have liked but it was worth it. She was gonna be out of there in a few minutes anyawy, and nobody would be the wiser. That is until the apartment's absurdly large windows lit up in a rainbow of colours. "Oh shit, not him again."
In a flash Dazzle had all her new belonging flying towards her lifted up by small nearly invisible plates of energy, and like a cat she was out of the apartment as if she'd never been there. Racing up the stairway to the roof her plan B escape route if something went wrong she kept muttering to herself. "Why is it him, why now? Why not someone else?!?!"
As she reached the top of the stairs near the roof access door, there was an odd lack of guards. The Hotel usually had more security than this. It was easy, too easy. Taking a moment to pick the door's lock she opened it a crack, then slipped out. The rain bounced a barrior a few millimeters over her skin and clothes her without so much of a drop actually getting her wet as she slipped to the southern wall of the roof and climbed ontop of the parapet and looked around for her visitor, Impact... "Uuugh, I feel annoyed for just thinking that name." |
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