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Missions | A Dish Best Served Cold |
Mentions | [u][@Zoey Boey][/u] |[/b][/i][/color][hr]
    It was a bumpy road. Or rather, rooftop. They were moving fast, and Shadow Scythe Vengeance could barely make out the ground they were covering beneath them. She was set down on a roof, probably a block away from the warehouse. 

    [color=black][b]”Hey…”[/b][/color] She said. [color=black][b]”Blur Rabbit? That’s you, right?”[/b][/color] The girl asked, still laying on the ground. [color=black][b]”...Did HERO set me up?”[/b][/color]  She asked, and even though her voice was modulated to be deep and intimidating, one could make out that she would be hurt by the idea. 

[color=d4dcf2]”You should have people keeping tabs on the tips you receive…”[/color] Solomon answered over his shoulder, peering back over to the facility through his mask, spotting vehicles outside. He didn’t recognize them, which made the appearance of the strange “strong boy” more concerning. Looking over at SSV more directly, he walked closer. 

[color=d4dcf2]”And, yes, they did. Went to some strange lengths to do it as well…”[/color] Was his reply. He heard her question about his alias, and he debated on whether he should confirm or deny. Though, from the few encounters they’ve had in the past, she was likely to recognize the strike, if nothing else. Still, he’d rather not have her calling him that left and right. There was always bound to be someone listening.

[color=d4dcf2]”You can call me Ronin.”[/color]

[color=black][b]”Cool.”[/b][/color] Shadow Scythe said, understanding what he meant. But then the previously mounting anger that had been briefly undercut by Ronin’s cool new nickname bubbled to the surface.

[color=black][b]”But for real, fucking seriously?! Me!”[/b][/color] She exclaimed, her voice going high pitched with indignation. It sounded pretty weird being filtered through her mask. [color=black][b]”Out of all the shit in this town! They leave us to fend for ourselves and then step on our fucking hands the second we try to climb even a little bit higher! I- I DO have people check it’s just- I didn’t think they’d- Oh God damn it- can you unparalyze me, please? I can’t move!”[/b][/color] SSV wanted to throw her arms around in protest but was just a useless sack of potatoes on the ground. 

[color=d4dcf2]”Answer me this first; HERO has you in their sights now. What is your first move?”[/color] Sol asked, crouching down.

The vigilante was silent for a moment. [color=black][b]”...I guess I’ll need to get some volunteer moderators for my website. Vet the tips that come in more extensively. Or maybe I could use donated money to pay them. Once I tell the public about this, they’re sure to be outraged on my behalf, so that might get me more attention.”[/b][/color]  She said.

[color=d4dcf2]”You’re likely going to need a new site or perhaps ditch the idea of a website altogether. Being that they already have the information to this one, it’s already too late, and will only be a matter of time before they track you down. Burner accounts and devices are likely your best bet on posting any information related to your missions on social media.”[/color] Was Solomon’s response, swift and blunt. The vigilante didn’t say anything, but her jaw was set underneath her mask. 

Being that some sort of interference should be clear to the ones inside by now, it’d likely be in both of their best interests if he set her back in motion. He lifted her up from where she lay on the ground and bent her over his knee. Setting fingers along the back of her suit to try and feel for the correct bones, he warned; [color=d4dcf2]”This is likely going to hurt.”[/color]

[color=black][b]”I wouldn’t worry about that.”[/b][/color] SSV responded quietly. Taking her words as a prompt, Sol sharply jammed his fingers into the central area of her spinal cord. It was a trying process. Too far to any direction other than dead center would likely just cause damage, pain, or even extend the period in which the paralysis would last. Several small crackling sounds later, he raised his hands.

[color=d4dcf2]”Give it a few moments before you go running or jumping. Your limbs are not fully awake yet.”[/color]

Shadow Scythe Vengeance rolled calmly to her feet. She didn’t visibly react to the sensation of being unparalyzed. Brushing off her pants, she adjusted her mask on her face to make sure it was still firmly in place. She gathered her composure. Then she pointed a finger at Ronin defiantly. [color=black][b]”You don’t know a lot about how I work. Vengeance(dot)net is a public site. Anyone can go on it. I need the website if I’m going to help Castleburg. They don’t have shit on me, they just tricked me one time. The only reason I would shut down the sight would be if I was done...doing this.”[/b][/color] She clenched her fists by her side. [color=black][b]”And that’s not happening.”[/b][/color]

[color=d4dcf2]”Honorably stubborn as you may be, I am warning you from the perspective of an ally. Many Villains have power, few have structure, and fewer have resources. HERO has all three. I may not always be around to warn and pull you out.”[/color] The young man admonished before standing up straighter to head back towards the warehouse.

[color=d4dcf2]”From the looks of things here, now there is a problem going on in the warehouse. I’m going back to keep up the facade.”[/color] Solomon started walking, but paused to look back at her again briefly. 

[color=d4dcf2]”I have a measure of trust in your ability to look after yourself. However, don’t let your confidence become arrogance. Be careful…For now, go get a head start and I’ll take care of what I can from the inside.”[/color] Were his last words. Raising his hands to chest level, Sol extended two fingers from each hand and flapped them before vaulting from the roof’s edge.

    Caught between being a huge fan and being sick of being talked down to, Shadow Scythe Vengeance took a few pointless steps forward after him. She had more questions. But he was gone, with an exit so cool it sent chills down her spine. 

[color=black][b]”Damn it.”[/b][/color] She punched the air, and was left alone on the roof. Sighing, she cast a longing look towards the warehouse in the distance.