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[b]Raphael[/b] - [b]Location[/b]: Scouring for snacks- [b]Tags[/b]: Open
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The snow fell steadily outside as the sun set. The city never stopped moving, and another inch of powder wasn't going to change that. The temperature fell. The slush created a muddy mess in the gutters. It was shaping up to be a miserable night.

Even more miserable on an empty stomach. Raph knew he couldn't lay around in his nest all night. Getting a full eight hours was dangerous, as he burned through his energy stores even in his sleep. He groaned as he tossed the thick blanket aside and hauled himself up. His makeshift home was a small, long forgotten storage room above a canning factory. The heat from the machines below kept it above freezing on nights like this. The broken out window covered with a blanket wasn't the best insulation, but it was his only entrance and exit. 

Raph stretched his wings a little. In the small space, he couldn't open them all the way. His bundle of blankets and pillows had been donated by various acquaintances. Raph wasn't sure if he could call them "friends"; he wasn't the most social and his people skills were severely lacking. Sometimes these acquaintances also provided him with food. It never lasted long, however. His nutritional needs were high enough to put a buffet out of business.

He moved the window cover aside and looked down at the tiny cars and people traversing the streets below. Without further hesitation, he plunging into the icy air. His white wings unfurled against the black sky and caught a draft that pulled him up. Raph took to the skyline to search for a decent enough spot to steal food. Most of the restaurants nearby had taken to dousing their leftovers with bleach before throwing them away to ward off the homeless. Raph had to hunt further away for viable dumpsters to dive in.





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[b]Location[/b]: - Searching for a friend [b]Tags[/b]: Open
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He wondered what the cold felt like as he watched the bundled up humans scurry around the sidewalks below. Quasar loved people watching; they were such interesting creatures. But he couldn't lose sight of his true mission here. He hadn't floated in the same spot for twelve hours for nothing, after all. 

Finally, his patience paid off. A young man that had been waiting on the corner got into a car that pulled up. He tossed his heavy backpack into the back seat and climbed in. The car pulled away like normal. Quasar flew from his spot and drifted after it from above, careful to not lose it among the sea of traffic. 

Eventually, the car lead him to an old mechanic shop. This was what he had been searching for. As the car pulled into an open bay, the entity drifted through the wall to have a look around. They wouldn't notice him as long as he didn't make a scene. The first thing he saw was guns, cash, and white bricks. Yeah, this was definitely their base of operation. Or, at least, one of them. 

Quasar left. He'd seen enough, and now he just needed to find a fellow hero to partner with so they could take care of this.