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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2018 0:56:36 GMT -6
Dreams last night had for the most part been pleasant, which was a welcomed change after so many weeks of restless nights, or few hours of light sleeping. Heavy eyelids would blink themselves open, wincing at the light that shone brightly through the room’s only window. The young woman would instinctively pull the bed sheet over them in retort, taking a moment to wake up. Once she was ready to brave the sunlight, May would pull the sheet away. She stared up in disbelief though, finding that it wasn’t sunlight at all. Rather it was the glow of the lamp that had been left on the night before, or at least what she believed was the night beforehand. Puzzled, yet almost immediately startled by the fact it was still night outside, the girl would sit up in the bed abruptly. Had she slept an entire day!?
Sure enough as she glimpsed to the date on the alarm, the truth was as plain enough for her to see. May groaned at the thought, rolling around in the bed before climbing out to sit on the edge. Letting out a sigh before standing up, then straightening her robe, she lazily stomped over to the chair where her clothes rested. After taking them to the bathroom to change, she would return to the main room to drop the robe upon the bed. Gathering up what little belongings she had taken off her, Mayze would give the crumpled paper on the floor a passive glance, noting it had not been moved from its resting place overnight. Reaching down to seize it, May would sit on the bed, and un-crumple the photograph of herself and Courne. She went over the smiles of the strangers in the photo in silence, before eventually tucking it into her jacket. A final glimpse to the room key resting on the night stand. Wishing not to share any further words with the lady at the front desk, May decided it best to leave in her own fashionable way out the window.
It wasn’t far along the sidewalk before it became crowded with people. Most of this crowd were gathered in front of a bay window to an electronics store, where several television sets displayed the morning news running a live report. May paused at the edge of the crowd, catching a glimpse at the headline: Crisis in the North!? Some reporter kept jabbering on nervously about explosions somewhere up the mountain, though none of the camera crews could effectively get near the source, not knowing exactly where it was. The only witness, some random farmer from some random village called Jingle, spieled on about seeing some weird thing in the sky the other night. May was a little bewildered they were even running something so ludicrous on the air. Then again the nonsense that had stirred up here in town had all been just as hard to believe at first, and look where that got everybody.
The young woman couldn’t help but frown, and before she knew it, was marching off in the direction of the Pride Trooper’s Satan City branch headquarters, or at least where she thought the public front was. Even if they were a group of publicly revered heroes, May doubted fighters with such a level of prestige were equally as stupid. No, whatever the building she now stood outside was, there was no likelihood it was their actual headquarters. May skimmed it from concrete sidewalk to the steel ornate architecture near the building’s peak in the form of the PT logo. ”Public relations office?” she asked out loud in wonder. A bubble was blown with her gum, as May found extreme disinterest with the fact the building was deathly vacant, or otherwise seemingly abandoned. ”Great. Got a problem, and don’t know who to call? Not these guys apparently…” sighed the girl with a scoff. Unbelievable. What was the point of their group if they were never around to do their job? May crossed her arms, tapped her foot impatiently, and tried to think up a solution on what to do.
If there really were invaders attacking the Earth, not that she believed the crazy northerner’s story, someone needed to get ahold of the people whom advertised themselves its defenders. Another skim of the building, and still not a peep from a single soul. Maybe they’re already up there fighting? It almost seemed reasonable enough to believe, that May soon found herself letting her concern go, if only for the time being. Some twenty minutes later she found her focus tracing the cracks along a sidewalk adjacent to a local ball field. Lost in thought over the service for her grandfather only a few days prior, the girl would fail to notice a baseball flying her direction, until it would roll to a stop at her feet. A boy several years younger than herself came trotting across the field with his glove, patting it a few times as he gestured to May. ”Hey, a little help?” he called out, raising the glove to the air. May scoffed under her breath with a smirk, then leaned down to pick up the leathery sphere. Wind up her throw, May would toss it at the kid, backed with the faintest amount of ki to send him flying a foot when he caught it. As the fielder picked himself up with disbelief in the girl’s strength, May would wave a few fingers goodbye before leaving with a smug smile on her face.
Things had really quieted down in her world since the Black Tie Party was finished. At least some part of May hoped Jack of Spades had not been working with anyone else. While it would serve some amusement to track down the rest of an organization that had wronged her and her family, May felt there could be better things done with her time. The only question remained was what that actually was. Truth be told even she didn’t know, and swore up and down she’d go crazy over sitting on another swing set alone. Fortunately commotion in a nearby alley would prove to sate her desires for entertainment, as she paused to glimpse upon a mugging in process.
”Just gimmie the damn zeni, lady!”
”Hey!”
The sound of an approaching interloper would startle the robber, whom would accidentally fire his gun as the victim would struggle to escape. May felt a searing pain tear through her arm, sparking both her anger and sense of self preservation, aiming to grab for the wound only find it was but a tendered scratch. The bullet had cut deep, but fortunately it had only grazed her in hindsight. Already she could feel the energy of her ki bubbling to the surface, so much power growing from deep within! The air began to intensify around her person, before May would suddenly burst forward, throwing a single punch for the robber’s jaw. With a profound crack the masked man would hit the pavement, his weapon skittering across the alley to an eventual stop. May stood there, still poised in the strike, as she would slowly relinquish the stance to acknowledge the fallen foe. ”Big gun just makes you a bigger nerd, Shemp!” she would taunt the unconscious oaf with a thumbs down. Crossing her arms with confidence, May looked around for the girl this idiot had been trying to rob, and realized that she had taken off during the commotion. A tad aggravated by this, she would growl under her breath, then angrily yell out into the alley ”You’re welcome!”
Rolling her eyes, May would then acknowledge the knocked out goon laying under the dim streetlamp, and come to take notice of the strangely familiar looking symbol on his karate gi. Hm? She stepped closer to kneel next to the body, before seizing the garb for closer inspection. ”WHAT THE HELL!?” she practically roared. She recognized that symbol, because she made it. It was the glyph her group in school used as their calling card! That was Nerd Patrol! That must mean- She pulled off the mask before she could finish the thought. That was when May found herself staring at her old friend Liu, whom she had not seen since graduation. Taken aback by this startling discovery, May would remain there kneeling at the youth’s side in disbelief.
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Post by Captain Terryn on Dec 12, 2018 12:46:56 GMT -6
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A pleasant yet strange vibe hung in the air. The sun shone brightly in a clear blue sky, birds chirped a pleasant tune, and the leaves rustled through a soft breeze. What was once the gathering spot for everything wicked had finally returned to the light. The corruption ushered in by Chamil's wickedness had been cleansed in Terryn's absence. Satan City was once again Satan City. Welcome back, old buddy.
Terryn couldn't help but feel a smirk tug at his lips as he walked along the lively streets. Simple cityfolk that went about their everyday lives, just like it should've always been. Even still, the Pride Trooper felt an empty sadness, guilt tugging at the back of his mind for leaving his friends in the dust.
That sickness and pain still pulsated deep in his chest...A wicked reminder of what this city used to be. Through blackened shades, Terryn caught a glimpse of the main square, where repairs were still being made to the infrastructure and shattered buildings. Images flashed by of the City's past, the very same square shrouded in darkness. He could still hear the screams of those Chamil had killed before his eyes...
''G-h...!'' The Captain clutched his chest in shock- there it was again, that pain...Pulsating heavier than before. Dizzyness began to take hold as Terryn's breathing became heavier. He glanced down at the shake in his hand, the blackened veins of corruption had started to spread more...What was happening to him?
''S-Sir? A-are you okay?'' A concerned voice asked. Terryn quickly glanced upwards to see the face of a young Brenchian girl, staring at him with wide eyes. The Trooper quickly looked away, pulling his hoodie further over his head before nodding curtly. ''I-I'm fine.'' Terryn muttered, quickly passing her by to continue on before she could get a good look at his face.
He sighed to himself, hands stuck in his hoodie's pockets. Terryn felt more ashamed than ever. No one had heard from the Captain for so long. Had he disappeared? Died? Did he abandon his people? Crazy theories had spread like wildfire, with many of them framing Terryn as a coward and a failure. He couldn't help but agree, though...
'A violent battle seems to be raging on in the North! Rampant explosions and earthquakes are shaking the mountainsides. We advise travelers to cancel their plans and wait until more information is readily available. Our reporters have...-''
''What in the...?'' Terryn muttered lowly, shifting his attention to a large billboard. A ZTV emergency broadcast about another large-scale fight? Fear and frustration began to spread in the Earthling's head. Why couldn't he have been there?! ''Damn it!'' Terryn cursed, quickly turning the other way and continuing onward.
Could he never have a moment of rest? Satan City was finally restored, but now other parts of Earth needed his help. Terryn began to walk faster, and faster, ignoring the throbbing headache and agonizing pain that pulsed through his chest. His mind ran amock with possibilities, but one stuck out fom all others...
Was this the Fleet's doing?
-BANG!-
The Captain froze in place! A gunshot?! Terryn's eyes snapped toward the source of the loud noise, and instantly took off. A girl suddenly darted across the corner, running past Terryn with tears in her eyes and a shaky breath. This wasn't looking good...!
Terryn followed the sound of another voice shouting closeby, clutching his heart as his sickness kicked into overdrive. The Captain grit his teeth, skidding to a halt as he passed the alleyway the sounds emerged from. His eyes instantly set on the odd-looking Earthling and the unconscious teen next to her.
''Hey! What happened here?!'' Terryn's pained voice echoed through the alleyway as he walked closer, noting the gun that lied on the dirt-ridden concrete.
TAGS: @mayze
OOC NOTES:
Bit of a long one, oops
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2018 14:43:46 GMT -6
May continued to kneel there, looking over the unconscious would be burglar with an air of disappointment. How did he wind up like this? What had driven him to a life of crime like this? Mayze shook her head, finding Liu to be no more better than that blue thug back in Central City. A lot could happen in a few years, after all look at everything that happened to the city in just the short amount of time it had been changed. You never were a bright one Liu, but a gun? The girl rose to stand as coincidentally a set of hasted footsteps would approach near the end of the alley, followed timely by the voice of their owner. A demanding inquiry behind the events that led to the scene this witness now gazed upon. Well shit- this was getting pretty awkward wasn’t it?
May turned to look on the witness, eyeing them up and down to take in a well statured male in a hoodie and sunglasses. A total enigma from the look of him, and if it was one thing May didn’t like- it was enigmatic strangers. She gave a scoff, then a light kick to one of Liu’s boots to address her idiot former classmate. ”Oh, you mean this?” She gave a chuckle as she stepped away from him, easing her neck to the side to emit a releasing pop. A little released tension, that certainly felt nice. May looked the stranger up and down again with an amused, but smug air of confidence. ”I wouldn’t worry about him. Not the first time he’s been on the receiving end of my fist.” She gave a glance back to the unconscious mugger, along with another shake of the head before focusing again on the enigmatic captain. What was it any of this guy’s business anyways? Whoever this pedestrian was, he certainly was a nosey nerd. Though there was something else, something that seemed off about him, but she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
As May stepped toe to toe with the man bearing the unusual auric presence, she would stare coldly into the darkened sunglasses hiding the man’s windows to his soul. Maybe he was just some concerned fool, too curious for his own good. Maybe he was just looking to provide help, simply because that was just who he was. Then again, maybe with the way he shouted over what he found, there was a chance he was in league with Liu. A disappointed partner walking up on a job gone horribly wrong perhaps? Feeling a bit of déjà vu as she raised her hand, May would jab Terryn forcibly the chest with a pair of fingers. A smug smirk would then cross her face, as though she was begging, daring this interloper to try something.
”What? Want to know how that feels, Hotshot?”
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Post by Captain Terryn on Dec 14, 2018 8:34:29 GMT -6
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Terryn's suspicions continued to grow as he stepped further and further into the alleyway. This punk-looking teenager was acting a bit too rash and confident for the Captain's liking, considering the situation he had found her in. He continued to look at her, following each and every movement with a suspicious and judgemental glare. Terryn didn't waver at her over-the-top attitude, remaining steadfast and silent.
His head tilted to the side ever so slightly at something she mentioned, and Terryn let out a curious hum. ''Oh, so you know him, huh? Interesting...'' Terryn's voice grew low and wary. He could start assuming things left and right, but he'd rather simply force the truth out of this overly-confident punk. Was she the criminal here? Or just some edgy anti-hero wannabe?
He continued to simply stare at her as she walked closer and closer, her striking amber eyes staring back coldly. Hands stuck inside his hoodie's pockets, Terryn simply stood here, letting the tense silence overtake the situation. She sure was interesting, to say the least. But if her goal was to intimidate the Captain...
...Well, let's just say that she was going to be very disappointed.
Even then, Terryn was surprised at the sudden finger-jab to his chest. Glancing down, Terryn let out a curious hum. Seemed her confidence wasn't just a facade. Or if it was, she sure as shit was good at pushing it. The Captain was done playing mindgames, though, and shook his head with a deep sigh.
''Look, lady.'' Terryn spoke curtly, freeing his hands to remove the hood covering his head. ''I'm just gonna get to the point with you, 'kay?'' He continued to speak confidently, removing his shades and resting them at the top of his head. No longer was he some shady stranger that ran up to her. The very Captain of the Pride Troopers now stood infront of this lady, and he demanded answers.
''You're going to start explaining what happened here, or I'm taking you in.'' His eyes lowered into suspicious slits. While the sight of Terryn was a striking one to anyone that knew of him, something seemed...Off, about the Captain. His eyes were reddened and tired, and if May looked very closely, she could see black veins crawling up Terryn's neck, fading into his skin near his throat.
Despite his sickness, Terryn continued to stare deep into the woman's eyes.
''It's either me, or the feds. Your choice.''
TAGS: @mayze
OOC NOTES:
Terryn's done with yo shit, and shows his face.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -6
May was on the verge of pushing forward on her intimidation factor, finding that this interloper wasn’t getting the hint. Either they were really thick headed, deaf, or just plain stupid. Given her history with incidents like this, it was probably a combination of all three that kept the enigma rooted to the spot. Though when he spoke up, he spoke as if he had done this little number beforehand. That was when the voice struck familiarity with her, having heard it so many times on the billboards and instructional safety vids back at Orange Star High. May had her doubts about who it was, but when the hoodie and glasses came off, all was made clear as Terryn Yaki stood before the teen. While not as handsome, or as healthy looking as she remembered the hero to appear, Mayze hardly batted an eye as she stood toe to toe with a former childhood idol.
While the Captain of the Pride Troopers was an unforgettable face to be certain, and where most people would have gawked and apologized for being so rude to such a famous man of heroics, after the hoodie and glasses were removed May did not. In fact the ultimatum given to her by the sleepless looking captain didn’t sit well with her, if only for the notion that she hated when people put hard decision like that on her. She didn’t take it from Principal Hoot at school, she didn’t take it from her parents, and she sure didn’t take it from that Dosu nerd in Central City. Why would this be any different? Rather as the lad gave his words, and stared narrow eyed down upon her from his height, May could only exchange the coldest glare she could manage.
This was the famed leader of the Pride Troopers, anyone who knew anything about Satan City politics knew they had a helping hand against the Federation Rebels. Though what Terryn probably didn’t know, was that during their little test during the Badman incident, the Black Tie Party had been kidnapping people across town, using the distractions of the FPR to abduct innocent bystanders and civilians. Little did Terryn know that May’s grandfather had been among those to die fighting the BTP, and the man that stood in front of her now was just as much to blame for Courne’s death. He was supposed to have saved them! He was the unstoppable Terryn Yaki for Kami’s sake! What for any reason made him think she was going to listen to him of all people!? The teen couldn’t help but burst into laughter, throwing a dismissive wave into Terryn face as she rounded on a heel, then retreated back into the alley to kick Liu’s boot again. The boy would stir, but ultimately fail to wake with the disturbance.
”I mean that explains a lot…”
She turned abruptly, gesturing to first Terryn then Liu in turn. ”Why you lot let so many people get hurt. Why so many people are dead now because the Pride Troopers weren’t around. Why my grandfather is dead now, why the people of Satan City don’t trust or even need you now!” Her words had become venomous, yet her tone ever as sultry and confident, but there was no mistaking the anger behind them. May spoke to Terryn as though the entire incident was his fault, as almost though Liu being driven to a life of crime was also the captain’s wrongdoing as well. She pointed to her unconscious former classmate again, even bothering to look at him this time with an air of pittance. ”Probably also explains why the nerd of a captain would rather apprehend me over the actual mugger…” She let out a scoff, shook her head, then went about popping a piece of gum into her mouth. A few repetitive chews here and there, followed by the loud pop of a bubble. A deep sigh followed, before May would shove the nearby discarded pistol with her foot, causing it to skid to a halt at Terryn’s boots.
”That’s Liu,” she nodded dismissively at the sleeping thief. Crossing her arms, and looking away in a stubborn manner, May would upturn her nose to the air. ”Orange Star grads, the both of us. First time I see him in two years, and its pulling a gun on some girl for zeni.” She would refuse to look at the man she still wrongly blamed for Courne’s death, not choosing to be fair about it, regardless if he was at fault or not. This was her chance to make a point to Terryn, even if they had just met, he needed to know that what happened in Badman affected everyone, not just those who fought to save it. Another frustrated pop of another bubble, and then May would finally shoot the Captain a glare over her shoulder. There was probably a good chance he was going to take Liu into the nearest station now. Truthfully at first she held a fleeting hope to try to help Liu, but recalling all the times she had gotten him out of trouble, May became convinced this was probably the right thing. A friend would learn a lesson, and the beat cop here would meet his arrest quota for the evening. Almost everyone would win, for once.
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Post by Captain Terryn on Dec 14, 2018 17:30:45 GMT -6
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With Terryn's identity revealed, the Captain was sure that her facade would falter. Not many could stand up to the Pride Troopers, let alone their very Captain. But Terryn's expectations were quickly subverted. He noted a strange frustration in the girl's eyes, a seemingly deep-rooted anger that he couldn't place. His harsh glare softened and turned into something more questioning. Curious, even.
...And then? She laughed.
Terryn's brow furrowed warily, watching as the green-haired Earthling turned her back to the Captain, and walked back to the unconscious robber. The Pride Trooper remained silent for now, simply continuing to watch her as dozens of questions circled his head.
Yet everything quickly became clear once the green-haired girl spoke up. Frustration was evident in her tone, despite her confidence. Her words were venomous and spiteful, blaming the Pride Troopers for all the wrongness that befell her and her close ones. Terryn's heart skipped a beat at the accusations, eyes widening as he felt a sharp pain pierce his chest.
The Captain's fears held true all along. He had disappointed the people he sought to protect, left them in times of need. Terryn's gaze fell downward, continuing to listen to her ashamedly. Terryn didn't bother to defend himself...She was right. He was a failure.
Terryn looked up with a calm breath once he noticed that she had seemed to calm down. Reaching over to pick up the used pistol, Terryn emptied the magazine, and tossed it to the side. He nodded in silence.
''...I studied at Orange Star too. Kinda miss it, really.''
He walked closer to the two, glancing down at the unconscious mugger with a weird sadness in his eyes. ''...There's a million-and-one reasons people grow up to commit crimes like this. None of them justify what they do, but still. I can't help but pity kids like him.'' Terryn spoke up, before sighing. The proud, heroic vibe he gave off before had more or less disappeared entirely. This wasn't the Captain talking to her. This was Terryn Yaki, an Earthling just like any other.
''I'm sorry about everything that's happened to you.'' Terryn suddenly broke the brief silence between them, glancing to the side at her. There was genuine empathy for her, even though he had never met her before. Although a hero at heart, Terryn shared many of the frustrations and fears the people he sought to protect had. Loss, anger, blame, powerlessness, you name it.
Freeing his hands from his pockets, Terryn glanced down at his corruption-ridden hand, before putting it back. ''Times...Times are rough, lately. With everything that's happening...-'' Terryn sighed bleakly, a slant forming on his face. ''It feels like everything could go to shit in the span of seconds.''
Silence washed over them for a moment, and Terryn raised his head once again. Wordlessly he glanced at the girl beside him, trying to note anything from her expression. The Earthling quickly looked away, though, and chuckled. ''Want me to let you in on a little secret?'' Terryn asked in a casual manner. He glanced up and away at the clear blue sky, and everything beyond it.
''- I'm fucking scared.''
Perhaps it was to let her know she wasn't alone. Perhaps it was to show her that heroes like him were people too, at their cores. But mostly...Mostly it was for Terryn to admit his flaws. The Pride Troopers were never perfect, and they would never be. But Terryn had abandoned those that trusted him one too many times, this girl among them.
''I'm sorry I failed you.'' Terryn said in a clear and prideless tone, glancing at the girl next to him with genuine remorse in his eyes. Although still, he stood straight and confident. This was just the burden of a Hero, in the end. And he had no choice but to carry that burden... Oh well.
''Can I know your name? Mine's Terryn, but I think you knew that already.''
TAGS: @mayze
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2018 1:13:46 GMT -6
The young woman stood there silent, steeled by her frustration and rage as the captain’s professionalism slowly fell apart over the moments, exchanged for a more personal, relatable tone over her furious gum chewing. The sound of the city’s traffic, birds, hot dog vendors, and taxi cab hailers would fill the silence between Terryn’s words. May refused to look at him, a hand having found one of her hips as she pretended to find interest in a nearby piece of trash. Though as much as she would act as though she didn’t care for what he had to say, May truly held onto every word that would leave Yaki’s lips. Her bedroom had once been plastered in his posters, hell the Nerd Patrol had been formed after the ideology of heroes like the Pride Troopers. To some partial extent, maybe it had been her idolizations of earthling heroes that made Courne so disappointed in her for all those years. At this point it was anyone’s guess, for May had nobody willing to listen to ask.
The girl would begrudgingly meet the captain’s gaze when he admitted to a secret. Wait was this really happening? Was she really about to learn one of Terryn Yaki’s secrets!? Was this really happening!? She let out a nervous laugh, completely speechless on what to say. Oh lord- Someone pinch me! That was when the secret came, and so too did a overwhelming sense of bewilderment. May looked away, confused as to why he was telling her any of this. Yeah right! What does he need to be scared of!? Still unsure what to say to any of this, May found herself on the verge of walking away, and then the truly unthinkable would happen. Terryn apologized…to her. The girl with the verde locks froze on the spot, more silence filled with indiscernible city chatter. All she wanted to do was stop the mugger and continue about her day, and now look at what was happening!
May felt her teeth grit at the apology, a frustrated grunt forcing its way through them as she actually blushed! What was she supposed to say now!? It’s not your fault, really? My grandfather was just an overzealous retired veteran with too much pride!? Sorry, you had your hands full at the time? Shit happens!? May shook her head with frustration, and a yell, wanting so desperately to hold onto the grudge she was carrying. Though inevitably she knew deep down that what happened wasn’t the captain’s fault at all. No, she was the one to blame. If she had kept a better eye on Courne that day, maybe the stubborn old fool wouldn’t have stumbled on the Black Ties. In hindsight more people may have died, but at least she would still have her grandfather! It honestly surprised her a little, given the last time she saw Liu, May never thought she would have missed the grouchy old saiyan. Forcing the gum out of her mouth with an unladylike spit, the young woman whirred around when Terryn finally spoke up again.
While about to speak, she paused when he asked for her name. He actually wanted to know that? Some part of her still wondered if she was dreaming, but her voice would find itself again. ”I’m May,” she would offer in a much softer tone than before. Maybe it had something to do with what the captain said, but Mayze found herself judging her own prior words, finding them to be a bit harsh and unfair. Maybe she was still looking for a reason to be mad over Courne. Underneath her calming surface, she was surprised the anger was still there, that she could still even allow it to boil to the surface like that. That was when she took notice of an unusual deformation about the captain’s neck, in which that scowl from before would return. ”What the hell is going on with your neck?” Not really subtle, but with something as nasty looking as that, there was hardly a need to avoid being blunt.
Almost immediately as the question left her lips, a black van would come speeding into the end of the alleyway, taking out the set of filled cans near the sidewalk with a crash. May would turn her focus from Terryn to the vehicle, which opened as a half-dozen men in black with rifles would spill out the side door. They were followed by an eccentric attired man, almost in a fashion one might call this cane-toter a pimp. Though May never heard of a pimp that ran around in a van with a SWAT team, this was just downright strange. As the stranger in the ruby tinted shades stepped before the rifle-toting apparent henchmen, he gave a dismissive wave to the mercenaries, whom lowered their trained sights off of Terryn and May. The man gave an amused chuckle, prompting May to take up a protective stance next to the captain.
”Well well,” came a thick southern cajun-like accent from that finely trimmed goatee. ”I had heard the rumors, yet did not believe them true. TERRYN YAKI! CAPTAIN of the Pride Troopers! Why mon ami, whatever brings such a weary flower to my backyard?”
”Tch- Your backyard?” May had to scoff, crossing her arms as she eyed the man up and down, clearly unimpressed.
”That’s right child- but I believe I wasn’t talking to you.” The stranger gave another chuckle, then slowly approached the unconscious Liu still lying on the ground. May made motion to move to stop him, but would stop when one of the mercs raised, then trained a gun on the girl. The eccentric attired man would tap Liu’s coat pockets with his cane, before nodding to another of the gunmen, whom proceeded to load May’s unconscious friend into the back of their van. ”Seems our errand boy failed to apprehend the lass’ radar. I suppose we have you to thank?” May would growl at the sight of this, yet remained frozen in place by the sound of a rifle cocking. ”Happy Holidays, Mon Ami! We shall see you soon no? Hahaha!” With a wave the mysterious stranger would retreat back into the van that started, prompting most of the mercs to follow in suit. What were they going to do!? They couldn’t just let them take Liu!
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Post by Captain Terryn on Dec 21, 2018 8:33:56 GMT -6
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A strange sense of melancholy washed over the Captain as he saw this young girl's frustrations reach a burning point. Her loss and anger were great, and something that Terryn related to all too well. He wanted to turn to her and tell her that it was all going to be okay, that he knew how difficult it was to live in the world they were born to. But instead, Terryn looked forward, letting the silence speak for him.
Turning to her, Terryn nodded as she introduced herself, letting a soft smile tug at his lips. ''Well May, it's nice to meet you.'' Terryn spoke a bit uncertain. If only they met under less...Stressful terms- things might've been less difficult for the two of them. Although his tone was calm and relaxed, Terryn felt anxious and sad, realizing that there were probably a lot more civilians like her. Ones that shared the same guilt, frustration and pain. However, the Captain's expression remained hopeful, simply out of necessity.
He was shocked to realize that May noticed the veins on his neck, though! ''O-oh, this?'' His eyes widened, fingers moving to pull on his collar, revealing more of the blackened, pulsating veins. ''It's a, uhh, long story. I got into a nasty fight wi-...?'' Terryn suddenly grew silent as his gaze hardened. Hearing the sound of tires screeching to a halt near them, his brow furrowed. That didn't sound good.
Silently the Captain turned around to face the main street, his eyes set upon the black van. His glare hardened as multiple armed men poured from the van, all pointing rifles at them. Immediately Terryn cast his arm to the side as he shifted into a low stance. ''Get behind me.'' He practically ordered May. Moments later his eyes fell onto a loudly-dressed man who obviously had money to spare. Their leader?
As their boss made his men lower their weapons, Terryn's stance shifted ever-so-slightly. Seems he knew the Captain...Which was probably a bad thing for them. Terryn didn't want to bring any unwanted attention to May, but here he was...
''What the hell do you want?!'' Terryn yelled agressively between the tense silence, holding his defensive stance. While a couple of thugs like this would usually be nothing for him, he couldn't risk taking them on with May and Liu there. He hissed through his teeth, eyes trained onto the flamboyant pimp.
An arm instinctively snapped outward to hold May back as the armed men loaded Liu into their truck. They were out for a radar? The Captain's concerns grew- so the news of the Dragonballs being awakened had reached crooks like these at well...This was bad!
Terryn continued to hold his arm out in silence as the Pimp and his gang of mercs stormed back into their van and drove off full-speed. ''Let them go.'' He ordered her, shooting a stern glance back at her. Within mere seconds of them disappearing from sight, Terryn snapped to face May fully. ''We gotta trail them down to their hideout. It's too risky to attack them out in the open like this.'' Terryn said in a strangely calm tone. He wasn't too afraid to lose track of the van, considering how abnormally fast someone like Terryn was.
The Captain's brow furrowed as he let out a thoughtful hum. They were expecting them to follow them, surely...May and Terryn had to be sneaky about this- stay in the shadows. His sights sweeped upward; the rooftops! Perfect!
''We'll track them from above.'' Terryn nodded, pointing toward the rooftops besides him. ''Orrr if you can fly, that works too.''
Turning his back to May, he gazed up at the building, yet hesitated. ''...Don't worry, your friend's gonna be just fine. You will be too.'' He had to assure her in a soft tone, glancing over his shoulder as he cracked a confident grin.
No longer hesitating, Terryn eagerly launched himself skyward, landing onto the tall building's rooftop with little difficulty. He gazed out to the streets below him, and saw a suspicious black blob in the distance slowly inch further and further...
TAGS: @mayze
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Sorry this took so long aaa
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2018 17:21:10 GMT -6
Things just went from strange, to bad, then to worse all in a matter of ten minutes or less. The entirety of the duration of those minutes, May was forced to watch these strangers take a friend, held at bay by the Captain’s arm whom she dared not to struggle against. Instead things played out almost as though they were ripped from one of her father’s old crime vids; the brave hero would defend the damsel from the would be villain and his nefarious gang in a tense stare down. Ominous words were exchanged, and per Terryn’s suggestive order, May would watch the van speed out of sight into the city. She wasn’t sure what to think about what just happened, still trying to wrap her mind around the idea of Liu being an armed robber. She had only barely managed to catch what the pimp had spoken among all the confusion amidst Terryn’s interjections, but one thing clearly stuck out to May. The pimp had referred to Liu as “errand boy” yet she wouldn’t mention this to the Captain that now turned in full.
The way he began to speak about these criminals suggested Terryn intended to pursue them, an idea to which May was still warming up. If these crooks had merely come to collect off their “errand boy” then was it worth their time to follow them? May considered the notion that Liu was probably part of their plan, yet the way he had been handled so nonchalantly suggested he might be the loose end. It seemed like a plausible explanation to what she saw; the kid had failed the boss and now was gonna get his as it were. Though it was what Terryn said next that really seemed to strike a chord inside the quarter-saiyan. That both Liu, and her, were going to be alright. May couldn’t find the words to follow such a statement. As big of an idiot as Liu had been, May found herself reluctantly agreeing with the PT Captain that leapt to the nearest rooftop. She couldn’t just leave Liu to be beaten to death by gangsters, certainly not when she knew it would have disappointed Courne. A frustrated sigh and shake of the head later, and May would follow Terryn’s lead by leaping to the rooftop in turn.
This wasn’t exactly how she pictured meeting the heartthrob once plastered on the inside of her school locker, though life never really seemed to live up to picturesque expectations either. As she touched down next to Terryn, May would scour the streets for signs of the van, hurrying to the edge of the roof in hopes to make it out. When she caught sight of what she believed was the right van, she would turn to Terryn and point, before taking off across the roofs in an impromptu parquet style of free running, albeit the flight-empowered leaps over the alleyways between. Though this would only carry across so many rooftops for so long, before the trail after this van would lead across a busy overpass, and into an industrial district dominated by a single power plant- littered with old warehouses. May would waste no time at the last roof, taking to the sky to answer Terryn’s prior question over flight. Though as she gained height in the air, her estimations of a better vantage point were proven wrong, as she failed to catch a glimpse of the van anywhere.
May would tighten her balled fists more with a frustrated growl, shaking her head as she would lose her cool for a moment. ”Stupid jerk! Always into these messes! Swore up and down the club senior year was the last time, but here I am! Saving your dumb ass! Again!” she would chime softly to literally nobody. That was when she charged up a ball of ki in her right hand, before throwing it as far into the sky as she possibly could, fuming as she watched it eventually vanish from sight. A few more heavy breaths later, and May would try to calm herself to the point she could focus on the search again. The last thing she needed was to totally lose it, they didn’t need a repeat of the junior year library blowup. May would descend to land on the rickety, worn roof of the nearest warehouse, before she would spy a set of lights emitting from one across the freight yard. Hm, maybe that’s our man? She looked toward where she had last left Terryn, charged just enough ki into her left palm for it to glow, then would wave in his direction to catch his attention. Pointing toward the lit up warehouse, May would again take to the sky, moving as stealthily as she could to the targeted rooftop.
Much to her surprise, the very same van was parked among a fleet of several others inside, along with what was safe to assume was the pimp’s remaining forces. There were a good thirty to forty men all dressed and armed like the first few. Some were tending to silver briefcases, which had recesses in the interior to house some sort of orbs. Other mercs tended to weapon, vehicles, or a group of individuals wearing masks like the one Liu had. A man barked orders to the masked group, explaining the details of these radars the boss seemed to want. May watched in earnest from the skylight in the roof, almost soaking up the scene like a sponge in observation. That was until the pimp emerged from an office across the warehouse, his presence alone prompting the majority of the mercs into a circular formation. ”Gentlemen! Need I remind you all…” The pimp raised his hand, regarded the circle, and took a long drag from his cigar. ”What is failure!?” That was when all the soldiers clicked their heels, and the warehouse boomed with one unified voice.
”FAILURE IS WEAKNESS! FAILURE IS THE ENEMY!”
”Very good men, very good. Now our dear friend- uh Mr. E,” May found herself looking away from the scene momentarily, mouthing the name as she wondered where she might have heard it before. ”Has so charitably donated to our cause because I believe, that like us, they too recognize there is some much needed change due for our dearest cities! We know the weeds rotting the soil of our society, and soon we will trim them from our garden my brothers and sisters!” That was when the pimp would raise a dragon radar to the air above him, a broad smile spreading smugly across his face as the mercs began to cheer. So it would seem they got what they wanted after all? Maybe Liu’s little setback wasn’t as big of a deal after all? Maybe she considered the idea too soon, because at that moment she caught a glimpse of a masked person being forcibly escorted from one of the vans to the pimp’s office. Well that probably wasn’t good, in fact all of this had no ounce of good written on it anywhere. All that mattered to May was how hard she was going to lay into Liu with her fist when he woke up again. After putting her, and Terryn Yaki through all of this trouble, May was quite certain two times in one night would make up for it.
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