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Thread: Wizard and the Elf. (Kolath x Mindless)

Crystal walked down the well trod dirt road. She leaned back looking up at the sky having to place a hand over her eyes to look at the sun. ??Yeah looks like we should make it to the village before dark.? She said to her companion. Crystal stood about five foot three and was a bit touchy about her height. She had no need to be since she not only was normal size for a woman she also was one of the most powerful wizards in the land. Her golden blond hair hung down her back in ponytails which lent to the younger look of her over all features. She was barely twenty-three and she already had to turn men away constantly as she was a good c-cup bust size and her waist narrowed perfectly to make the flare of her hips all the more noticeable. She wore a simple long sleeved shirt which hugged her curves above a knee length skirt that had splits up the sides showing her mid thigh-high boots. She carried a simple staff as well as a bag over one shoulder that held all her books of magic.
Thread: Wizard and the Elf. (Kolath x Mindless)

Adalyn walked along side Crystal as they headed to the village, Yes, we should. I'm sure that it wont be long. She agreed. Adalyn wasn't much taller than Crystal, she was five foot five, but usually the bread of elf she was ended up being tall. At a young age she was trained to be excellent in the art of the sword. The training had been cruel and she had to become one of the best if she was to get through it. It was by her own choice of course, her parents never really wanted her to do it, but she wanted to be one of the few women that did so. Her sword hung on her waist, by her side. She had her dark brown hair up in a bun to make fighting easier and her cloths were tightly fit. She had on a simple, elbow length shirt and thigh length shorts. Her boots came up one inch below her knees.
Thread: Wizard and the Elf. (Kolath x Mindless)

Crystal nodded, it was like that between them. Most people would have thought that two girls would talk more with each especially two that fight monsters and bandits for a living, but these two didn??t talk too much at least not now. They had talked a lot at the start of their partnership but then things had died down. Crystal could only put it up to one thing, it was the wet feeling she got between her legs whenever She and Adalyn were being close and good friends. She knew that She had feelings for Adalyn but she couldn??t bring herself to say it out of fear of ruining what they already had. They kept walking and the gates of the city came into view still a bit of a ways off but still could be seen. And to one side of the city there was a large dark tower with a green flame glowing in the top room.
Thread: Wizard and the Elf. (Kolath x Mindless)

Adalyn smiled to herself as they walked along. Crystal was one of the few people she tolerated. The wizard was great company at any time and she enjoyed her talking or not talking all the same. At first when they were silent like that it was a little uneasy, but after a while she loved it. She loved being near her and would give up anything for that. She had some deep feeling in her about Crystal, but she was not sure if she would out right say that to her.
Thread: Wizard and the Elf. (Kolath x Mindless)

They walked on heading into the town. Crystal stopped at a cross street looking up at the tower where there was now a red light coming from it. ??Hmmm well that is interesting.? She pulled out the paper that they had gotten regarding the job in this town. ??Hmmm adventures wanted to search out the tower and find missing people?? she turned to her elven friend, ??shall we rest the night before we head into the tower? Maybe get some local information??
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Private Hero vs. Villain RPG between Mr. Master AkumaTsuki
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

At the edge of the roof behind her, a hand slipped up and grabbed the raised edge of the roof, shifting to get the best grip before tightening, as the owner put weight on his grip. Another hand flicked up, gripping with a very soft slap of skin on concrete. And then the top of a head, with short, curly, somewhat thinning dark hair. And then a pair of eyes, brown, creased at the edges, but quick and clear and adapted to the relative dimness of the city night. They flicked around the roof, and fixed on the small form near the skylight. He grunted softly, and a little off to one side, an expensive athletic shoe appeared, hitching over the side of the roof. With that leverage, he quietly eased himself over the edge. Sliding silently to the rooftop, he got to his feet and eased toward the Lab Mouse. Other than the top-of-the-line shoes, he was dressed in thrift store rejects black pants, a tattered black trench coat, and a faded dark T-shirt of some obscure local band. The whole outfit had a number of major rips, but any large rents in the fabric had been crudely stitched together or stapled, in one instance. As much as he seemed like just another street person, he was actually one of the city's defenders. Francis Baker had been doing this for many years he sometimes claimed to have been at San Juan Hill with Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders, so despite his inability to settle on an A.I. alternate identity, or super-name, he was an old pro at this. He stole up close to her while she reeled in her line. As she finally finished and straightened, he spoke up, a note of mockery in his tone. Ranging a little out of your cage, Mousey. Best put the pretty bauble down we can do it easy or hard... Yes, he knew who she was he'd only tangled with her a couple of times before, but he kept up with the updates of the files down at the Coalition, the informal secret gathering spot of the city's trusted heroes. He knew roughly what to expect, and he hoped he wouldn't have to resort to the rough stuff...
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

The woman closed her eyes for a moment and grimaced, before discarding the repel cord. She turned towards the sound of the voice shoving the gem in one of the pouches that hung from her belt, smiling. Well, well, well. If it isnt Hobo-man? She scanned the man from head to two recalling brief run-ins in the past in which she had usually escaped without too much trouble. She turned on a heal and took a step to the left crossing her arms, encased in high white gloves across her chest. Im sorry I dont have time to play with you today, nor do I have any spare change so why dont you shoo already. She waved a hand dismissively. Honestly the brunette didnt have time to deal with any distractions. The silent alarm would have sounded from her improvisational methods of retrieving her mark, giving her approximately five minutes till the badges arrived to collect either her or yet another endless pile of paperwork from her escaping. She was rather looking forward to the later, but it wouldnt be so if he decided to press the issue. Despite her cheerful tone and smile, Mouses blue eyes were darting around casing every possibly escape route. She had cased the place earlier when she had dropped off her employers watch for repair, but it always paid to be aware. She took another step forward, her sleek thigh high white boots soundlessly making contact with the pavement. While yes, her costume was revealing, it served it purpose well. Oggle the eye candy while she used their distraction to escape via one of her contraptions, the high cut leotard was white, complimented by the faux mouse ears and tail. While the color was not practical, Madd had insisted and she admitted she looked like a rat in a black outfit. She cast her eyes finally towards the ledge wondering just how far from the fire escape she was.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Hobo-man! Nice! Baker shifted with her, staying between her and the nearest roof edge. His demeanor was relaxed, but his arms were loose at his sides, his stance was balanced and ready to move, and his eyes missed nothing. There actually was a Hobo-man, back in the thirties. Before your time, obviously... His tone shifted from a conversational to more of an explanatory quality. Now you know as well as I do that the cops have got to be on their way place like this, this kind of neighborhood, gonna we wired like a Christmas tree. And all I really have to do is keep you busy until they show up. So why don't you just give it up quietly? It'll go over better with the judge. Or... and he cocked his head to one side, looking at her speculatively. If you give it back, and leave some money for the damages, I could let you go. Quite frankly, I'm not in the mood for police stations, and there's a Russ Meyer film on cable later on that I wanna tape. It's your call, of course, but either way, I'm not gonna let you leave with that rock very easily. And he bristled a little, flexing his intimidation skills just a little bit, and cracked his knuckles. Sometimes that worked well enough on street punks he didn't expect it to frighten Lab Mouse, honestly, but he wanted to punctuate his intent. He actually hoped his appeal to sensibility would work better he really did want to catch Beneath the Valley of the Ultra-Vixens , since he hadn't seen it in decades.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Obviously, She cocks an eyebrow questioning, but the gesture is inhibited by the white strap of leather that concealed part of her facial structure. She honestly could care less about the history of capes at the moment or if he had some movie to see. Did he just say tape? Did anyone even have a VCR these days? She didnt fear the poorly dressed man before her, honestly he did look like a hobo to hermaybe he just idolized the hobo-man from the 30s. There were capes that passed down their masks and cowls to appetencies when they tired of the life. It happened in her world too, while she would never become Madd, he would eventually take her advice on who to pass the goggles on to. She was thinking too much though and while briefly distracted by her thought she focused once more towards escape. Seriously, you think I fear you or the police? If youre concerned with your Slave Box of media lies, then why dont you merely turnaround from whence you came and go scamper off so youre not late. Supers, always thinking their time was much more important than anyone elses. It wasnt like she had anywhere to be, no. Seriously, Hobo-man the second, why dont we call it a night? The store is insured for things like this. It wont be missed, Im actually sure theyll come out ahead. In house appraisers, always over appraise. She smiled sweetly wondering if she could try and convince him of anything even as she tried looking casually for another escape route.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Oh, hell, woman, now why did you have to go and be all thoughtful about it! Baker growled, noting her glancing around. He figured her for a runner -- she wasn't a brawler by nature he knew that from her file, not from her petite frame. He knew plenty of small women who could kick major ass, although that was usually through cybernetics or mutation or alien empowerment or, in one particular instance, focused chi. She could use that chi in other ways, as well, which he remembered even more distinctly. It ain't even the cost issue, hon it's the profiting from theft that rankles me on a fundamental level, you see. Theft as a crime of property, I don't care as much about, it's the benefiting from stealing others' possessions that I can't abide. He mentally prepared to leap after whichever way she dashed, although all that was apparent was a shifting of one foot. It'd be one thing if you were broke and homeless and shoplifting food, that's not profit, that's survival. But you can afford that... lovely outfit, so that rock must be going to finance your lifestyle. What, you can't work for your hookers and blow with a day job like everyone else? He ignored the typical intellectual twaddle about media lies and whatnot in a moment, she might launch into a tirade of how she'd show them, she's show them all, and then he could banter her long enough for backup to arrive.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

She smirked for just a moment, before her smile slowly began to fade as the faint sounds of sirens began to make their presence known. How do you know I do not need this? How do you know this isnt to solve cancer or something? Just because my suit is nicer than yours means nothing, hm? She quickly reached to her pouch withdrawing a small windup white mouse. I bid you good night, now. With that Mouse took off in the opposite direction of the cape, and for the life of her, a response was unneeded. The mouse being dropped behind her, made its way towards the cape before stopping a few feet in front of Baker and releasing a thick cloud of white smoke. As her gloved hands made contact with the edge of the widened lip of the building, she swung herself over. A miscalculation on her part, since she began to fly passed the fire escape, not even close to the ten foot gap between her and the rusted metal. Trying to not panic she quickly tried to focus her latent psionic ability. The Madd Scientist had been harping on her to try and develop it, but it had always felt like cheating. Despite the slowed descent she landed sharply on her ankle as she tucked into a roll. Wincing she glanced back towards the roof.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Hey, my outfit is pragmatic... Baker began, but then she interrupted him and ran. He cursed under his breath, and took off after her. She was small but quick, and he was reactive. However, he had a longer stride, and he thought he could catch up. Then he got a face-full of smoke, which stung his eyes and made him cough and stumble. He castigated himself as an idiot of course she'd try a distraction tactic like that, it was a rookie mistake to have been caught unawares like that. Still, it's not like he had far to run he was close to her, he could still see her through smoke-bleared eyes, just off to one side, as she... as she vaulted up, and somersaulted, and then his shins were hitting the raised lip of the roof's edge, and he stubbed his other foot and went pitching over the side and into the alley. He pinwheeled down from the edge, feet still kicking, and unlike his opponent, he didn't miss the fire escape the back of his skull connected quite smartly with the edge of the railing, making him see stars and making all his limbs feel tingly for an instant. This slowed him enough so he wasn't able to grab at the railing as he slammed against it, but it was all right the back of his coat snagged on a protrouding bolt, ripping open the coat, his shirt, and his skin beneath. It did stop his tumbling and paused his descent. But it was a momentary respite, as there was no way that little snag was going to stop a full-grown man. So no sooner had he regained his senses than he plummeted to the next landing. His heels hit the railing, and his hands gryrated, grasping frantically for a handhold as he toppled forward, but he found nothing his fingertips scraped some rust free, but weren't able to find purchase. His other arm, the cuff of his sleeve snagged, but only pulled the old stitching at the shoulder free, and didn't affect his balance much at all. So he fell the rest of the way with a muttered, resigned curse, slamming into several bags of garbage and a stack of bound newspapers. Oh, that's gonna sting tomorrow, he muttered, struggling to his feet on the slippery papers. Mouse-girl was down here somewhere, so he was still on the clock...
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Mouses breath caught in her throat for a moment as she stood and watched as her pursuer fell from the roof, and like a rag doll slammed into the fire escape. She flinched, outwardly as she stood. She had seen a cape die only once before and it had been brutal, but she hadnt been directly involved when he had flown into the transformer atop the phone lines. She had seen the incident from the street below as the fool blinded chased after Flash Bang. She turned to leave the cops would find him soon she reminded herself as she could hear the sirens growing louder. She looked over her shoulder as she took a few steps forward. Have a good after life Hobo-man. She took off as fast as her ankle would allow, silently cursing herself all the while for not remembering to tape her hands and feet before leaving. She had no intention of needing the wrappings since this was supposed to be a wham bang thank you maam easily styled job. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder again, fucking conscious eating away at her. Mouse really needed to work on that, something she needed to harden for. It was acceptable for Eli to be compassionate, it wasnt for her. Pushed a stray lock of hair behind her real ear and willed herself onward. Shed place an anonymous call as soon as she got far enough away and to her cell. No need for the rats to eat at him.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Baker finally got to his feet after one newspaper-prompted full-body slip. He glanced up and down the alley, catching sight of the white-clad woman hobbling away. She was just brushing a stray lock of hair behind one ear real, not costume, and limping onward. His back burned, a lump was already forming on his head, and his eyes wouldn't fully focus -- by his standards, these were minor injuries. He headed after her, ripping the flapping sleeve of his trenchcoat free and tucking it into his pocket, welcoming the sounds of the sirens as they got closer. Hey, Mousey! he called after her. We're not done talking yet! You haven't given me any justification for your moral relativism! He was disoriented and aching, but at least his legs worked perfectly, which was more than she had going on at the moment. He went after her, trying not to imagine it too much like that stumbling chase scene from the end of Pulp Fiction she was cuter than Bruce Willis, and he was a number of shades too pale to carry off a Ving Rhames.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Fuck! She sputtered out as she glanced back to see the should be dead vigilante chasing her down the corridor. She didnt have time for this. The cops were just about upon them and to be caught would be catastrophic. She hadnt pursued a relationship with the D.A. like she had been informed to do, by Widow, but she doubted even being his paramour would be able to get her off if she was discovered with the egg sized gem. It wasnt even a money issue Dont call me Mousey! She tried to pick up the pace, her body threatening to revolt with each step. There She pants, Is nothing further to discuss. Her brain was yelling at her to keep running that if she got to the abandoned building at the corner of 7th and Crowley shed be able to escape through one of the tunnels. Run, run faster, and stop looking back. The sound of his foot steps ever growing in her head as she reached into her pouch grabbing the first item her hand hit. Before throwing behind her, she glanced at it, a flash mouseit would have to do. As it hit the ground it made a slight spark and fizzled out as if nothing had happened at all. Fuck!
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Aw, but Hobo-man likes the name 'Mousey' he taunted back, weaving a bit as he started to close the gap. She clearly hadn't been expecting him to get up again they hardly ever did, the first few times. And since you won't explain, I still have to figure it's unjustified theft. He shook his head, trying to clear it. The dizziness and blurred vision would go away in a little while, he knew from long experience, but he didn't have that kind of time to wait. He bore down on the limping girl, and flinched as she tossed something behind her... another one of her little trick mice. However, it didn't do anything, so he grinned and pursued. He didn't intend to step on it, but in his minor disorientation, he accidentally did so. Under his foot, the fizzled flash mouse exploded, incendiary chemicals jetting out from under his shoe, catching the expensive athletic material on fire. Holy jumping Christ! he cried as he kicked, attempting to blow the flame out, but instead, it flickered and caught his pant-leg on fire. He yanked the pulled-off sleeve out of his pocket with one hand, yanking his coat out of the way of the flames, and pulled a half-drunk bottle of water out of his other pocket. He paused a few moments, beating back the flames with the sleeve while he used his teeth to unscrew the bottlecap. He was moving quickly and surely he hadn't practiced this exact situation, but have long enough experience with this kind of thing, you don't hesitate as much. Finally, he was able to douse the flames with the rest of the water, putting them out. Half his pants leg was gone, and the flesh of his calf and shin was bright red and black and blue, where he'd slammed the shin into the edge of the roof, but the fire was out. He glanced up, and Mouse had pulled ahead. He took a step and winced as the burned skin tightened at his leg, but he couldn't stop now. He lurched after her, limping not as badly as her, but still moving slower than he had been. He was still moving faster than her, but she'd gained ground while he'd been dealing with the fire. Now it was anyone's guess whether or not she'd get away.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Lady luck had just smiled once again on her, at least for a brief moment when the malfunctioning mouse ignited under the pressure of his foot. Shed smile at the luck of it all if she wasnt panting so hard by this point. She didnt bother to look behind her again at the point. She continued looking forward as she spotted the door marked with a red hourglass hidden among the other bright colors of the gangs logos. She tried the door knob finding it luckily unlocked and moving quickly inside. Mouse quickly moved to a small pile of crates in the far left corner of the back storage room she had just entered. Braces her hands against the creates she winces as she uses her legs to push them out of the way. A small manhole with a keypad on it came into view, and she quickly dialed the code as fast as her gloved fingers and shot nerves would allow. The cover slide aside automatically and she jumped down into the darkness as a series of small glowing lights began to light up down the tunnel. It was roughly six and a half feet high and the initial drop was about ten to fifteen give or take. She had ignored the ladder, which only caused more pain to the throbbing ankle. If she was luck the only thing permanently damaged by the end of the night would be the boot shed have to cut off when she made it back to the lair or her apartment. There was a slight dampness in the dark tunnel causing her footsteps to echo louder. The tunnels ran parallel to the sewer system, but maybe one of the water main pipes had broken recently. She sighed and pressed onward. The portal would close soon and shed owe Widow yet another large favor for using the tunnels, but the fact that she had successfully escaped outweighed whatever favor shed owe later.