Digital Space

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***Next Role-Play***: N/A

***Timeline***: 3033

***Setting***: New York City, New York

***Characters Involved***:
* **Heroes**: Jeremy Newton
* **Villains**: Casey
* **Other**:
* **Mentioned**:

## Street Crime

Casey stood balancing on an odd-looking step ladder, which looked nearly transperant and had a strong purple tint. She stood in the middle of an alleyway, using the ladder to gain extra height against a wall. Using a hand for leverage, she leaned up close to the solid surface. While also using her other hand to hold a can of spray paint. With a constant wheezing sound coming from the can. She was using it to paint the wall with a blue color. Having already sprayed a coat of purple and red paint on the wall, she was just finishing it off.

With a final spray of the can, she tossed it aside. Leaning back slightly while keeping her hands closed around the ladder so as not to fall, Casey looked up at the display she had created. It looked like the word *digital* in a common street art style. Though it was colored in a mix of the three aforementioned colors, on its own it looked pretty bland, but the color contrast really let it stick out. That was what she wanted, of course. Getting a little too focused on the art, she forgot about balance. Leaning too far on the ladder, it eventually gave way, causing her to fall with a loud crash, spooking nearby rats and bugs away.

"OW! ugh that hurt a lot..." The artist said while getting up. She rubbed the back of her head, though what really hurt was her back. "Art looks good, though." She continued, speaking to no one but herself, until the familiar sound of a door unlocking a few feet away shocked her.

"Who the hell?! Hey girl! Get the hell out of here, you damn rascal!" A disgruntled shop owner yelled; he was still dressed in a work uniform. As well as looking very upset with her.

"Oh! Uh... sorry!" Casey said, starting to back away. *Wait a minute, I'm a criminal! Criminals don't say sorry,* she thought. "No wait! Screw you, old man! HAHAHAHA! YEA!" She yelled enthusiastically before quickly running off. Clicking a rectangular screen on her belt caused the oddly colored step ladder to start dissipating into a shower of small cubes. The cubes, once separated, all started to fly towards her, specifically the screen she touched. The cubes went inside the screen before forming an exact copy of the ladder she used. Well, except for not having the transparent look and odd color.

"HAHAHA! That was fun!" Casey yelled after having run for a couple of blocks. She looked back to check if the shop owner had decided to chase her. Expectedly, he had not. "Now... what other crimes can I commit..." She said it out loud. Causing bystanders to look at her with an awkward glare. After realizing she had said it aloud, Casey continued. "Oh, kidding!" but by the time she did, everyone had already continued on their way. Before, she could continue thinking. Casey was interrupted by a loud growl coming from her stomach. "Ugh, I'm hungry. Break time!"

Luckily, she was in probably the most common place to find food stands: New York City. Finding one quickly, she ran over to it. Once reaching the stand, she looked up at what the place sold. Not really having paid much attention to that at first. She just saw a food stand and went there. The tired-looking man over the counter looked at her for a moment before saying, "Hello, what would you like to eat?" He spoke in a really depressed tone, clearly fed up with the gig he had. After speaking, he put his finger down on the stand, tapping it over a menu.

"Oh, I'll just take a hamburger, please! everything on it!" Casey said, not standing still for a second. She listened as the man read back what she said. "Alright, hamburger coming right up; that'll be 8,49, please." He bent down under the counter to pull out a few ingredients. He pulled a patty off a grill that had been running in a small compartment. Assembling the ingredients he collected into a large hamburger as Casey requested then, as a final touch he wrapped it up in a piece of paper, pushing it forward to Casey. "Here Ma'am."

Casey looked up at some birds nesting on top of a lamp post. Watching the mother give the baby birds some worms she had found. "Ma'am?" Mother Nature is such a magnificent sight. She rarely saw nature in this town unless she went to the park. "Ma'am!" Finally, the man shouting had caught her attention. "Oh? sweet thanks!" Casey said, grabbing the wrapped food from the counter. "Ma'am, you gotta pay for that," he said as she started walking off. "Hey, you gotta pay for that!" he yelled once more, grabbing her attention. "Oh right! uh..." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a few dollar bills. Enough to pay for the meal before beginning to hand them to him.

*Wait, criminals don't pay!* Thinking for a moment, she stepped back right before he could grab the money. "Uh, have a nice day!" she said before running off again. *Criminals are not nice either! ...* "I mean... I hope someone steals your stand!" she yelled back, still running away as he just looked at her, annoyed, not even trying to chase.

Descending gracefully from the sky, Jeremy landed in front of the young girl, his majestic cape billowing dramatically in the wind. He cleared his throat and, with an air of authority, began to address her. "Madam," he said as he began to speak. "Ma'am I have gotten several reports of you terrorizing the people of New York" As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed upon the petite figure before him, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and concern. "I strongly advise you to make amends for the harm you've caused," he continued, his tone firm yet not devoid of compassion. "Settle the grievances you've instigated, and then accompany me. You are officially under arrest." He said.

"Uh huh, Uh huh... Who's to say I'm going to go with you, though?" Casey replied to the man who had just seemingly fallen from the sky. Meanwhile, she fidgeted slightly with the device on her waist. *This man was clearly a hero. Man, they ruin the fun!* she thought. Before deciding her next move. It would probably be best to run. "Alright... Alright... You know what, I'm willing to cooperate... SIKE!" She yelled before sending out a small hologram screen that stopped in front of his face. It blocked his view with a small image of a crudely drawn version of herself with some text: *Get Trolled*. While she did that, Casey started running in another direction. She entered a small alley as she tried to lose her pursuer.

Jeremy's voice held a hint of disappointment as he adjusted his gravity, enabling him to traverse the cityscape at an astonishing speed. As he closed the gap between himself and the elusive girl, he couldn't help but remark, "I had hoped for a chill day today." His movements were almost effortless as he gained on her, the sheer mastery of his powers evident in the way he effortlessly closed the distance. He spoke with a soothing, gentle tone, a stark contrast to the chase unfolding around them. "Madam," he implored, his voice calm and reassuring, "I recommend you to cooperate with me."

"Yeah, why, tho?" Casey said rhetorically, she had no plans on surrendering this easily. Eventually, she reached the end of the alley. That she had planned for. Not stopping for a second, she fidgeted with the device on her waist. Then, just as her foot was about to hit solid ground again, a small purple platform appeared for her foot to step on. Then, as she gained some height while repeating that process, she started rising to the height where Jeremy was flying before jumping up into the air, far out of his reach, while doing a slight roll while airborne. Just above his head, she summoned another stepping stone. Using it to launch herself back the way they had both been coming from.

Jeremy came to a sudden halt in mid-air, his determination etched across his face as he pivoted to face Casey, who was still attempting to evade him. "This won't be an easy day." Jeremy once again said as he jetted towards Casey. Drawing nearer to Casey, Jeremy continued to approach her steadily, "Madam," he began, his voice carrying a measured firmness, "I've made every effort to extend courtesy and understanding. However, if you persist in your actions, I'll have no choice but to resort to force." He said as he continued to catch up to her.

"Gah! Stop flying already, cheater!" Casey complained. Reverting to a new tactic to escape "Alright, that's it!" she yelled, summoning a large transparent blue bazooka. Aiming it directly at her pursuer. "Take one more step, and I'll bl- take one more uuuh flight?... Move one inch and I'll blow up the block!" Then, before giving him a chance to react, she pulled the trigger. However, what came next wasn't an explosion but a large spray of fake smoke. Which she used in order to escape again. Running out into the street while touching the electronic again. Hopping off the ground for a split second, she summons a pair of unique-looking roller skates. Starting to use those to flee the scene much faster than before.

"Damn," Jeremy muttered in frustration as a thick plume of smoke momentarily shrouded his vision, obscuring Casey's path as she continued her frantic escape. He took a deep breath, quickly regaining his composure. "Impressive tricks," he acknowledged as he surged forward, swiftly closing the gap between himself and the fleeing Casey. With extreme precise and control, he took control of his personal gravity, increasing its pull. As a result, an invisible force began to draw Casey closer to him, slowly but surely closing the distance between them.

Looking back, Casey was shocked to see he had caught up so fast. He was so close; in fact, Jeremy was seconds from catching up. Hoping he'd tried to do a quick lunge to catch her, Casey swiftly came to a halt. Her digital skates disappear into her tablet within a second. Beginning to breathe heavily, Casey used the moment to gain some stamina. She had never had to use her abilities this much in such a short time. Though she couldn't wait for long, since, just like before, he'd likely recover soon, so again, she started running on foot in another effort to evade him. Ending up running inside a nearby building.

As Jeremy attempted to grab her, Casey suddenly halted, causing him to continue going in the opposite direction as she ran into a building. Frustration tinged Jeremy's thoughts as he assessed the incident. "The pull was too weak; it needs to be stronger next time," he thought as sprang back to his feet with even more determination. "Let's give this another shot," he declared, continuing the pursuit with a resolute resolve. His keen eyes spotted Casey inside the building, and he swiftly seized a nearby chair, using it as a makeshift projectile to impede her escape.

Making it inside Casey seemed to be inside a restaurant. That was proved by all the tables and chairs around. Luckily, the store seemed closed at the moment. However, Casey watched as Jeremy threw a chair straight at her. Barely avoiding a head-on collision, it ended up striking her in the face. "OW! That hurt, man!" She yelled, though not retaliating at all. Though she was still in a chase, she continued running. Cressing her face with one hand and holding her food in the other. She darted further into the building. Reaching the restaurant's kitchen and slamming the doors wide open before quickly slamming them shut. It looked like a dead end from what she could tell. The only exit is a door on the other side of the room. So running that way, she didn't actually leave through the door. Instead, hiding behind some work tables, waiting to see if he'd run through. Though she made sure she had enough space to get back up and running again if he did find her.

"Apologies, Ma'am," Jeremy offered with genuine remorse as the chair he had thrown collided with Casey's face, causing her to scramble further into the building. Here's payment for the chair and the food she took," he explained, leaving just enought money to cover the damages caused by the chaotic chase.

With lightning fast movement, Jeremy pressed on with his pursuit. Spotting Casey entering a room, he didn't hesitate. Bursting through the doors, he anticipated her presence, only to discover the room was empty. A perplexed frown crossed his face as he pondered the situation. "Strange, I didn't hear another door open," he thought, recognizing the need to adjust his approach.

Adapting his strategy, Jeremy harnessed his gravity manipulation abilities once more. With a focused exertion of power, the various boxes and chairs within the room began to move toward him, eliminating any potential hiding spots for Casey.

Casey sat still, quietly giggling, expecting him to leave the room. Only to realize he was staying. Not only that, but her hiding place started moving away from her. Though she still had a chance to escape, she quickly stood up. Kicking the object directly at him, though not with enough force to hit him, before slowing down and not skipping a beat, she began running out of the door again. Once she got past it, she got an idea. Turning around quickly, she pulled the tablet from her waist. Flipping through it for a few seconds before stopping on an image of a lock.

"Gotcha!" She yelled enthusiastically. Pulling the image into the real world, just as she had been doing before. Then quickly put it on the door to stop it from opening. Once she stepped too far away, it would vanish, but hopefully it would hold against whatever Jeremy threw at it.

With a determined concentration, Jeremy channeled his mastery of gravitational control into the palm of his hand. The result was a powerful, localized force that erupted around him. In a sudden, explosive motion, the door yielded to the irresistible pull of his power, tearing free from its hinges. "Madam," Jeremy asserted, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration, "I'm running out of patience." His resolve was palpable as he surged toward Casey with an unyielding determination. His outstretched hand reached out to grab her, his intention clear: to put an end to the chase and restore order in the midst of chaos.

"Well, that didn't work," Casey said to herself. Watching from a distance as the doors flung off their hinges. Beginning to pick up speed again as Jeremy flew towards her. Before she knew it, he was right on her tail again. "Come on! I won't do it again, promise!" She yelled as he got closer. Then, just as he got close enough, grabbing hold of her shoulder. Casey just unzipped her jacket. Slipping out of the accessory as she continued running. But now she felt a bit cold from the frigid air around her. Having nothing to protect against it other than her shirt.

Jeremy's patience wore thin, and he couldn't suppress his growing frustration. With a swift and fast motion, he directed his powers towards a nearby lamp post, causing it to shudder as he wrenched it free from its concrete roots. In one swift, forceful move, he hurled the lamp post into Casey's path, sending it hurtling through the air.