Thread: Empire - City of Lost Cause (Black_Out and meomeo)

Abrupt cheers and applause began to rise up from the stunned and shell shocked passenger's as they watched with wonderment as Vallie regained her mystical hammer. All eyes were on the casual street dressed beauty that had thrust herself into the role of their savior so suddenly. More cell phones were hurriedly lifted up, attempting to catch flickering images of the mystery woman before she could depart. All Mark could do was stare after her while he wondered exactly which Super Eight it was that Vallie was staying at. No one paid any attention to the body of the Vagabond that was crumpled up against the steel door that led towards yet another car. The air brakes squealed, groaning as the speedily moving train began to rapidly slow it's pace of travel along the rails as it entered the Empire City Depot. The red flashing lights from a pair of cop cars splayed a red hue across the rounded windows of the sleek aluminum cabin. From his place at the end of the car's long aisle, the Vagabond stirred as the screeching sound of the trains arrival at it's destination jolted him back to his senses. At the far opposite end of the first class coach he spotted her, that jean short clad ass meeting his villainous stare. A rage boiled over from inside of his hateful heart as his eyes shone with a lacing of blood shot fury. She wasn't just going to embarrass him and get to fly off into the city. Oh, no. While a proper showdown and a chance for him to exact retribution might have to wait, he certainly wasn't going to let her think she got the better of him. He had surprises galore, and it was time to introduce her to one that those flashing camera's would be sure to appreciate. With jitters of electric after shock still coursing through his body the criminal miscreant wrapped one black gloved hand around his scarf and snapped his weapon out to strike at her again. The fanciful red scarf shot forward and weaved it's way down the lane between the seats of the cabin, flashing a blur of streaking red towards it's target. Mark could barely get the words out of his mouth as he saw the ever stretching garment leap down the aisle towards the unsuspecting backside of Vallie. Look out! Those words of shouted warning fell from his lips just as the end of the scarf struck and twined like a spool of mummifying cloth around the shapely fit muscles of her calves. As it struck at her, the Vagabond was already getting himself back up to his feet and staring daggers towards his new found nemesis. You don't get to leave so soon, Hammer Time! He hissed out with a hint of amusement at his improvised name, as his weapon constricted around her lower legs pulling them awkwardly in together. He gave a fierce and firm tug on the length of his elastic red scarf that was spooled about his right hand, yanking Vallie abruptly back into the passenger car. Not without a parting gift! He snapped at her as his left hand slipped out of his long tattered jacket and released a small metallic sphere that bounce and rolled down the lane towards her. With a flick of his wrist the entangling scarf uncoiled from her legs and quickly fell away back towards the villain as he turned and swung the door open. He glanced back, snatching his crumpled black top hat off the floor as the bouncing sphere burst into a cloud of green swirling gas around the vicinity of Vallie. Out the door he went, plunging into a rolling tumble across the tracks as the green misty gas fell over a chunk of the car. It blossomed across the ceiling and began to fall downward. It's effects were almost immediately noticeable as soon as it settled across the cloth fabric covering the seats which began to dissolve instantly upon contact. A middle age somewhat portly bald man watched in horror as his business suit began to fray and fall apart, disintegrating layer after layer of his clothing. Other nearby passengers screamed and shrieked as they watched their precious garments wilting away from their bodies, leaving them rather uncomfortably naked. Watches, leather, plastic, metal, and anything not of a fibrous nature seemed to be spared by the vanishing effects of the gas that smelled of sulfur. Even a few crumpled up bills that had been strewn about when the Vagabond lost his top hat began to dissolve into thin air. The handful of camera's that were being held aloft caught it all.