[Center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b3a740e6-0f67-4238-9faf-4f6374b73cdc.png[/img] [b]Raphael[/b] - [b]Location[/b]: Olive Garden - [b]Tags[/b]: Chris [/center] Raph remained silent during the car ride. He accepted the new jacket without protest, as it had gotten far too cold for pride. Once inside the restaurant, it became clear just how bad off Raph was when it came to social interaction. He was visible uncomfortable being surrounded by so many other people. He insisted on sitting with his back a wall. He jumped every time the waiter approached the table. He went for his tried and true: the endless pasta bowl. Of course, as many unfortunate restaurant chains had found out, Raph's definition of "endless" hit different. Once their drinks had been delivered, salad and breadsticks demolished, and Raph was down one pasta bowl, the winged wonder finally spoke up. "I found out about another base," He said softly, trying not to be overheard. Raph had obtained this information through...questionable and no doubt violent means. "There might be another angel there." Raph's most deaded thought during these raids was finding another angel: seeing that the High Order was successful in creating another one of [i]him[/i]. It hadn't happened yet, thankfully, but the threat was always looming. [Center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/22eb9740-7db3-4aee-aa19-0a05fd3c2410.png[/img] And [b][u][H1][color=c4df9b]Corvus Rodin Helstrom, the Arclight[/color][/H1][/u][/b][/center] "Sorry," Quasar sheepishly apologized for scaring his cohort half to death. He perked up at the call to action, though. His incorporeal form flew down the stairs and phased right through the door at the bottom. He paused on the street to let his human companion catch up. "I'll go in first and make them waste some bullets," Quasar announced before going to do just that. He drifted across the street and through the wall of the auto shop. "Hello tracksuits!" He greeted cheerfully, "I-" "Bro, what the fuck is that, bro?" "I dunno' bro, but it gives me the heebie jeebies." "Bro, shoot it!" "Oh, I didn't even get to introduce myself," Quasar said with mild disappointment as a spray of bullets flew right through him. "Bro, it's not dying!" "Keep shooting, bro!" They didn't seem very...situationally aware? The hail of lead paused as, inevitably, the Tracksuits ran out of ammo and had to reload. "Mr. Arclight, I believe now would be a good time," Quasar offered his hidden accomplice. Sure enough, Corvus emerged from cover, brandishing a single pistol in his hand. Strapped to his back was the scoped rifle that he usually used, but it was clear that in such close quarters, he didn't intent to wield it. "Hello, bros. I'm sorry for this.", Corvus fired a pair of unaugmented shots in quick succession, hitting both of the Tracksuit mafia members right at the shoulders. None of it were intended to be lethal shots, but if they tried something after [I]that[/I], the next thing would be a gun being slammed to their heads. "Alright, you tossers.", Corvus hissed as he took hold of one of them at the collar while pointing his pistol at the other one, half expecting him to try to get up. "Any other nearby dens of yours around here? Talk, please." He wasn't asking nicely, even if he said 'please'. While Corvus shook down the tracksuits, Quasar drifted around the hideout, scoping out the drug and weapons hoard. Movement caught his eyes as another bro lurked in the shadows, gun in hand, about to spring out and no doubt shoot at his companion. "Close your eyes!" Quasar gave a brief warning to Corvus before producing a blinding ball of light that set the dingy room ablaze in pure white. "My eyes! My eyes bro! I can't see!" The Tracksuits cried out and stumbled for cover as the flash all but blinded them. It was over as soon as it had happened. The fashionably questionable fiends were rendered almost helpless as they shambled about, tripping over old auto shop equipment and feeling around for an escape route. The room would seem as though it was almost pitch black dark to them, even though it was back to the same light level as before. "Bloody hell, did you just blind them?" Corvus waded amongst the trio of shambling, whimpering Tracksuits, heading towards the table where some of the drugs were being assembled in bags. "Crystal meth, no doubt," Corvus said with one look at the bags. "Welp, now that they're completely out of this world... I guess I'll just do the next thing." He pulled out a phone from one of his trenchcoat's many pockets. He was calling the New York Police Department, in an effort to inform them of a drug bust. "Hello, officer. I've got some... good news, or bad news, if the holidays are taken into account. Anyway, a friend and I have busted a drug den right in front of Alonzo's Pizzeria. It's the old autoshop, with some of the Tracksuit Mafia folk currently indisposed inside it. You might want to hurry, they need medical attention." Just like that, he hung up, and quietly put his hand on the cloth mask that covered his face. Corvus then looked around, searching for anymore funny Tracksuit business. "I suppose that the... thing is temporary?" "Their sight will return to mostly normal," Quasar assured Corvus. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Although, I've been wrong about human anatomy before…" Incapacitating the bros until the cops arrived was fairly easy. "Well Arclight, it's been a pleasure doing business with you," Quasar said as red and blue lights filtered in through the windows, "But I believe my work here is done." He took that cue to float away through the ceiling, no doubt to find more criminals to stalk. "Aaaand just like that, he's gone," Corvus shrugged to himself as Quasar disappeared. He was quite used to that... and the assumptions that were made about how humans work. "Alright, you lot." He looked down at the shambling bros with nothing but a deadpan expression. "Cheerio. I'm outta here." Corvus slithered away, crossing into the alley through the back door of the ancient autoshop. There will be more incidents like these before New Year, no doubt...