Crooked Path [Open] Dec 12, 2018 0:56:36 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2018 0:56:36 GMT -6
May's PL: 6000
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!”
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.