[b][i][center][h1][color=#2a9df4]Matthew Webber[/color][/h1][/center][/i][/b]
[h2][i]January 1st, 2020[/i][/h2]

Matt bounced around a little in his new, waterproof shoes. They fit well enough, were comfortable enough, and most importantly, they wouldn't get destroyed if he put them through a little motion in water. [color=#2a9df4][i]Now, to find some jerk trying to take something that isn't his... or hers, either way.[/i][/color] He began to look about, walking through the city and looking for more dangerous areas. Unfortunately for him, crime's never been on a precise schedule that the common citizen would be privy to. Having taken about an hour just trying to find some crime (and frankly, not being too experienced doing so), his extended energy began to dwindle. Maybe his best bet would just be going back to the river to try out how he felt underwater and learning to control it.

With a cannonball back into the river, Matt's energy seemed to spike again. With a little bit of swimming, and a whole lot of energy, he found himself somewhat close to the nearby police station. A smirk betrayed his realization before he jumped out of the water, now dripping wet. [color=#2a9df4]"At least I sort of expect to end up standing out a little if this works out anyway."[/color] Despite some weird looks, he made his way over to the police station just in time to see a duo rush into a car, heading towards some unknown crime. 

By following the sounds of the siren from a slight distance, Matt found himself approaching what appeared to be a domestic dispute. He sighed quietly to himself, sure the police could handle it until a gunshot rang out, one of the officers dropping to the ground and the other rushing to pull him to safety. [color=#2a9df4][i]Shit, was that a gun? Can I handle something like that? What if I'm shot- They won't expect me, the police are clearly having trouble, I have to help.[/i][/color] He took a couple deep breaths, taking off at a sprint faster than he thought he could go. He heard the officer calling for help from behind their car, scrambling to retrieve his gun. The woman inside who had fired the revolver turned it on the other woman in the house. Time seemed to slow down and speed up at once, feeling slow and meticulous while seeming to have passed all too quickly to comprehend. A single bullet hit the asphalt past Matt as the shooter rushed to shoot at him. With a loud swish, Matt threw a trash can into the air at the shooter, obscuring her vision and causing a minor panic. With the newfound advantage, he sped into the shooter, tackling her and restraining the hand with the gun.

With all the adrenaline and the situation, Matt didn't think about anyone else that might be in the house. As he took a brief moment to just hold the shooter down and collect himself, he realized someone was hitting him in the back with something, but it didn't hurt. He raised an eyebrow as he looked over his shoulder, seeing a man attempting to beat him with... a bowl? The bowl crashed into the side of his face, breaking, and probably should have hurt more than just a little like it did, but hey, he was ocean man or something now. He wrenched the gun from the girl's hand, letting the man continue trying to hit him while he found how to release the cylinder. 

The sounds of bullets hitting the floor or some of the trash still strewn about, some rolling out onto the stairs and causing a little more noise, Matt stood up, glaring at the guy who'd been hitting him repeatedly. [color=#2a9df4]"You see the news today? Craziest thing, a bank robbery got stopped by one of those metas. Flew in and bent gun barrels. Real cool. Shame you get to meet a copycat."[/color] As the man took a fighting stance, he said "You're gonna pay for hurting my sister. Don't care if you're a freak or-" with a loud crack, he fell onto his back, Matt having just given him a firm headbutt. He looked to the girl that was about to be shot, [color=#2a9df4]"You'll be okay now, just don't give those two any trouble."[/color] He grabbed the unconscious man, tossing him over his shoulder, then grabbed the shooter girl's wrist, taking them over to the incredulous cops. After helping the uninjured officer get the two attackers into cuffs, he nodded to the officers, [color=#2a9df4]"When your boss asks, call me something cool relating to water... tide? Nah, that's a detergent. Wave? Let's go with Torrent."[/color] With that, Matt took off at a sprint, hoping the police officer would count his lucky stars and not try to have him detained to explain anything. Fortunately for him, the officers were too in shock and worried about the bullet wound of one of them to worry about a random passerby who saved the day.