[b]Name:[/b] Lyle and Clay McCog.
[b]Alias:[/b] N/A
[b]Level:[/b] 2 and 1
[b]Date/Time:[/b]September 1st, 6AM, & 5PM
[b]Tag:[/b][@Holy Soldier][@HeroicSociopath][@Lauder]
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[center][h1][u]The House of McCogs[/u][/h1][/center]
A loud beeping noise suddenly filled the McCog household at exactly 6:09 AM, just like it had at 6AM. Sadly, this time it couldn't be ignored by the young man who set it, Lyle, who hit the 'off' button with his extendable robot arm, and yawned loudly into his pillow. He hated mornings. He hated mornings somehow even more than he hated the day and the night. Especially when the morning was preceded by a weird dream of your evil sister groping your tail.

But that dream would (hopefully) fade from his memory once his morning routine started. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he got out of bed and stretched out. Forgetting one of his limbs could stretch a little farther than the others, his extendable robotic arm to shot upwards, right through the roof. For the second time that month. Lyle mumbled a curse, but ignored the problem for now. It probably wasn't going to rain today so, eh.

Lyle grabbed up his clothing, signature bomber jacket included, and hit the shower. This was one part of the morning he actually appreciated, the warm waters waking him. Of course, having to wash his fur was a huge pain in the ass, especially considering he had to do it one handed. He brought his robot arm in the shower once, he wasn't replicating that mistake again.

Either way, after about twenty minutes he managed to scrub himself to a respectable level, even if 5 of those minutes were spent trying to get the damn cap off. He then dried off, put his limbs back on, and clothed himself. With that, he walked downstairs into the kitchen.  Waiting at the dining table was his younger brother, Clay, all dressed and ready to go with a bored expression on his face.  One couldn’t even tell he had just gotten up.

[color=HotPink]‘Morning, brother.  Dad’s gone to work.’[/color] Clay motioned a greeting to Lyle. [color=HotPink]‘Breakfast is ready, just clean up afterward.’[/color]  He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it absent-mindedly.
[color=HotPink]‘Looks like it will rain today.  The Idaho Ifrits beat the Rhode Island Rhinos.  Again.  Oh, meteor shower in a couple days.  Neat.’[/color]

After sitting for a while, Clay sighed.  Put his phone back in his pocket, he picked up his empty backpack and headed for the front door. [color=HotPink]‘I’ll be waiting outside, come when you’re ready.’[/color]

The sky seemed a bit cloudy, but not in such a way that would definitively mean rain.  Perhaps the weather forecast was incorrect.

[i]Better safe than sorry, I suppose.[/i] he thought.  With a couple small coughs, he produced two umbrellas, one for him, one for his brother, and laid them against the wall beside the house entrance.  He then perched himself comfortably on the railing to wait.  [i]Hope dad didn’t leave his umbrella behind.[/i]

All Lyle offered during Clay's greeting was a [color=DarkOrange]"Thanks."[/color] for the breakfast, but as soon as his little brother left, slammed his head onto the table with an angry grunt. While picking at his pancakes his better arm searched through the cabinets for a bucket, or something large enough to hold the water that would be pouring through the hole in the roof. Somehow, he couldn't find one, but deigned to grab a couple glasses and slap them onto his floor to make up for it. After finishing his breakfast and lightly cleaning off the plate and placing it in the dishwasher, he grabbed some drinking glasses and placed them below his new skylight. Great start to the day. After that fiasco, he equipped his bag and joined his little brother outside. [color=DarkOrange]"Sorry for the wait. Had to take care of something."[/color] he grumbled.
[color=HotPink]‘No issue, it’s not started raining yet.’[/color] Clay returned, and hopped down from the railing.  Grabbing the two umbrellas, he handed one over to Lyle.  [color=HotPink]‘Just in case.’[/color]
Lyle grunted affirmatively as he accepted the gift. [color=DarkOrange]"Right. Don't want to rust or something."[/color]

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[center][h1][u]Mr. Gar’s Hero Supply and Bodega[/u][/h1][/center]
Lyle and Clay entered the story right behind Jacuzzi, encountering a flittering rainbow blast, coming straight out of the idiot bodyguard's mouth. Luckily, the two were holding their umbrellas and easily blocked the vomit until it subsided, revealing that Tatsumaki had lost his only positive trait, his fit body. Apparently in his much weaker state he was going to challenge their boss.

Lyle pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook the Lucky Gems off of his umbrella. Standard work-day idiocy. Maybe with all this happening though, Lyle could sneak off and start tinkering with one of the Lazer Swordz. He quickly signed to his little brother [color=DarkOrange]'Lets just go mess with the lazer swordz. They won't even notice us.'[/color]

[color=HotPink]‘Let me check the Lightning Nachos.  They are usually out by the time we get here.  Then I will join you.’[/color]  Clay motioned back, then opened and closed his umbrella a few times outside, a look of disgust on his face. [i]Funny.  Turned out it did rain today.[/i]

Heading over to the checkout counter, he saw that, sure enough, they were out.  They were out of Power Slushies as well.  And Ultimate Diapers.  And Holy Hand Grenades.  And Hero Gummies.  And everything else.  With a sigh, Clay headed towards the back.  Inventory was such a pain.

While his brother headed off to actually do his job, Lyle attempted to sneak off and slack off. Everyone else was busy arguing about promotions or something, so Lyle slyly snuck to the left, weaving in between shelves and hopping above them to try and get to that sweet, sweet pot of gold opposite the man who produced the vomit rainbow. If only Viki would stay on target and not notice him...