[CENTER][COLOR=GRAY][SUB][sub][h3][I]We will put to the pyre your precious law and order. We will show you how truly vulnerable your nation really is.[/I][/h3][/sub][/SUB][/COLOR]
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[COLOR=black][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=#FF3B2D][I]University District[/I] - [I]Founder’s Island, Gotham City[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Mass Panic Tie-In:[/b] [COLOR=#FF3B2D][I]Chaos in Gotham[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=black][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=#FF3B2D][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4913103][COLOR=#FF3B2D][I]A Spark of Madness[/I][/COLOR][/url][/right][/SUP][/color]
[INDENT][COLOR=#808080][color=#c27ba0]“Looks like chivalry’s not dead.”[/color]

Terry scoffed at Max’s comment as he opened the door to Bueno Nacho. Holding the portal ajar, Terry motioned for the girls to enter as Dana, Carrie and Max proceeded into the restaurant. Coming behind them, Terry scanned the room before pointing towards an open booth prompting the group to claim it as their own. Sliding onto the bench beside Dana, Terry wrapped an arm around her before planting a quick kiss on her forehead. Turning forward, Terry was greeted with mock looks of disgust from the pair of girls seated across the table.

[color=#93c47d]“Really, PDA?”[/color] Carrie asked with a dry tone before Max piped in.

[color=#c27ba0]“That’s so tacky,”[/color] She scolded, [color=#c27ba0]“No one wants your heteronormative lifestyle shoved their throats,”[/color] She smirked, [color=#c27ba0]“Least of all if it starts involving tongue.”[/color]

[color=#FF3B2D]“It was a peck on the c-”[/color] Terry protested before stopping as the other couple broke down laughing. 

[color=#c27ba0]“We’re busting your balls, McGinnis.”[/color] Max said, flashing a disarming smile.

[color=#93c47d]“Though,”[/color] Carrie interjected, [color=#93c47d]“Gotta admit, you’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.”[/color] She added with a wink. Terry felt Dana straighten up in her seat beside him the moment Carrie finished speaking. Wrapping an arm around the dark-haired girl, Terry gave her a light squeeze before feeling her body relax. 

[color=#add8e6]“You think he’s cute flustered, you should see him worked up.”[/color] Dana stated to the other girls. Turning to each other, Max and Carrie, both shrugged leaving Terry only able to shake his head while rubbing his flushed cheeks against the back of his free hand.

[color=#FF3B2D]“So anybody hungry?”[/color] Terry muttered, his change of subject prompting several giggles from the three girls.

[color=#c27ba0]“I could eat.”[/color] Max volunteered while holding up a menu.
 
[color=#93c47d]“What’s a ‘naco’?”[/color] Carrie asked, glancing down at her own menu. She was met with a pair of exasperated sighs before looking up to see Terry proudly smiling at her from across the table.     

[color=#FF3B2D]“I practically invented the Naco.”[/color] Terry boasted to Carrie while both Dana and Max rolled their eyes.

[color=#c27ba0]“Everytime-”[/color]
[right][color=#add8e6]“Terry, you did not-”[/color][/right]

[color=#FF3B2D]“No, Carrie, I really did.”[/color] Terry stated while talking over the other two. [color=#FF3B2D]“I was starving after a long night, and I couldn’t eat fast enough. So I put my nachos in my soft taco, and the rest is history.”[/color]
 
[color=#add8e6]“Terry, until you get a royalty check there’s no way anyone is going to believ-”[/color]

Suddenly the door to Bueno Nacho was kicked open with a resounding slam. The glass of the vestibule shook with the force of the impact as the man entered the establishment. A pair of visor like sunglasses covered his eyes while his tongue flicked out hungrily, tracing the pair of studs piercing his lower lip. Continuing his assault of the restaurant, the gang banger kicked over the closest set of table and chairs. Raising his hands above his head, he let out a triumphant roar. 

[COLOR=WHITE]“Time of man is at an end!”[/COLOR] He screamed. [COLOR=WHITE]“Gotham belongs to the Mutants now!”[/COLOR] 

[color=#FF3B2D]“Not these dregs,”[/color] Terry cursed beneath his breath before standing up from the table. Outside, several more of the Mutants gang were tearing up the streets. The frenzied men and women were jumping atop cars and hammering on every storefront they passed. Something had thrown them into a riot.

[color=#FF3B2D]“What the hell is going on?”[/color]

[color=#c27ba0]“Uh, Terry?”[/color] Max called, holding her phone up for Terry. Looking down at the device, his eyes widened at the videos from New York and Star City. The same words the Mutant had used upon storming the restaurant were repeated in the broadcast as Terry turned around to face him.

[color=#FF3B2D]“Looks like someone’s jumping on the bandwagon.”[/color][/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][COLOR=BLACK][sub][COLOR=#2c2c2c]Placeholder[/color][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Next Issue:[/b] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4915962][COLOR=#FF3B2D][I]Meta Brawl![/I][/COLOR][/url][/right][/SUP][/color][/INDENT]