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Merlin’s insistence to let the vampire known as Katrina have her freedom was unnerving, she was never this nice to anyone before; sure Merlin wasn’t particularly kind by most standards but she did treat the vamp with more respect than she did her. Still getting out of that stuffy library would do her good, and the day seemed nice. About as nice as it gets in New York this time of year as wind blew papers across the street and cats cluttered back alleys it was a good thing Eva kept Dickens at home otherwise he’d run off and tear into strays. With her hands dug into her pockets and walked with her arms close to her body she looked at a quaint shop, there were colorful designs printed over shirts, pants and jackets. She liked this place it’s where she got the bulk of her clothing. The man who owned Starstruck was a tall Irish fellow stereotypically red hair and accent, looking like he had just immigrated from Ireland yesterday. With a smile he greeted one of his regular customers, “Afternoon miss Walsh. Care to see our latest wares, local budding designers have submitted more clothes for sale.”
 
[color=00aeef]”I am looking for a few things, do you have any capelets?”
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Meanwhile. Just a few blocks over a man was being chased, skin had scales and his breathing was heavy as he gasped for air. The Hounds knew this, and closed in on him, these were not the militant types of Hounds seen on the news no sir. They were sympathisers, thugs more like it, one had a proper gun and the others whatever improvised weapons they armed themselves with. The meta before them was quite unlucky, breathing underwater was an alright gift but none helpful when someone is intent to kill you. The man could barely muster the strength to gasp out meek calls for help as he tossed just about anything he could find to slow them down but he was running out of alleyways and soon came to a dead end. With eyes only a man who knew death was at hand possessed he bravely took a trash can lid for protection.
 
“What’s he thinking of doing, smacking us upside the head!” A man laughed out.
 
Another stepped forward dragging his bat along the brick as it bounced off repeatedly. “It’s freaks like you who ruined my marriage, crashing through buildings, tearing up the town.”
 
“Oliver.” One called out. “As I see it you did that. Taking that blonde home thinking you’d have time for a quickie.”
 
“Fuck off!” Oliver said as he turned to the freak. “Cause of people like you, I lost my marriage hard to keep a fling secret when you’re fucking wall is torn down.”
 
As the men closed in there was a cough, and another cough. As a stranger began looming over the wall the meta had been backed up against. “You gentlemen seem to be forgetting something, this is a town of HEROES! And you face the World, and..” The World the towering Giant man said in dramatic fashion while a sewer lid popped open.
 
“THE MIGHTY FIST OF JUSTICE! SEWER GATOR! For I am like the gumwad stuck to the bottom of your shoe after you spat it out, seeking justice for all your wrongdoings! I am like the sting of the bee who’s nest you disturbed! I am like…”
 
Before he could continue, The World cut him off. “To Justice then!”
 
“To Justice!” Sewer Gator yelled in response.