It's a cool evening in Red Hill City, Aaron clocks out of his job early today. He's earned enough so far to pay for his next villainous scheme, and he's more than happy to enact it. Perhaps today there will be a grand showdown in the city!... Or he'll just rob the local 7/11 and call it a day. Whatever the case, he's banking on at least a low level vigilante to show up for a quick squabble; after all, there can be no villain without a hero.

He rushes upstairs, quickly greets his parents, and dons his villain outfit: an elegant suit, a black cape, and a Phantom of the Opera mask. How he managed to get away with his crimes was beyond him, but he figured he was just very sly. "Maybe I should invest in a mask that actually covers all of my face..." He mutters to himself. "Ah, screw it. If it works, it works."

"And now..." he gives himself a quick once over in the mirror, grabs the edge of his cape, and prepares to teleport, "the first act shall commence!" His sweeps his cape over himself and disappears!

A few seconds later, he manifests into the city and observes his surroundings with a keen eye...

Aaron stumbles to his feet and stands tall. He pushes his cape out a bit to have it blow in the wind as he prepares a speech, though it takes two attempts to make it work. He mutters a curse before addressing Mad Kitty.

He makes no attempt to hide his maniacal smile. "And so we meet again, Mad Kitty! My arch-nemesis," well, maybe that wasn't true, they've only fought once before this, but that was more than the other vigilantes, "your feeble attempts to thwart my plans are meaningless!"

"One must first understand the arts to defeat the Angel of Music!" he sighs dramatically and throws a hand in the air. "Defeat me once more and prove yourself worthy of an answer!"

He braces himself for combat, but internally he dreaded facing Mad Kitty again. Her Cat Claws hurt. Really hurt. The only reason he healed so quickly was because he scrounged up enough money to buy a healing machine off somebody. At least he'd be getting some more use out of it...

He watches as Mad Kitty braces herself and sweeps his cloak over himself once again to teleport behind her. He reels his right fist backwards as he manifests for a quick and dirty jab, hoping to catch her off guard.

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Aaron grins as he knocks Mad Kitty to the ground, looks like his punch worked. He's quick to turn his attention to the figure coming out of the shadows--an ally? A miracle? Whatever the case, this stranger's appearance let him get a good hit in.

"You there! In the front row!" Aaron shouts, eyebrows sightly raised at the person's green skin, though his mask hid most of his expression. "Your sudden arrival has earned you the Angel's gratitude--"

As he begins a lengthy speech, Mad Kitty cuts into his cape and pushes himself away as her claws scratch his back. That's what he gets for letting his guard down. "You fiend! _{Now I have to get that fixed again...}" He grits his teeth and refocuses on the battle at hand; he feels a bit of blood spill from his back.

As Mad Kitty prepares her next attack, his eyes widen in fear.

Shit.

He attempts to teleport out with his cape, but fumbles with the fabric. Part of is torn and he's getting too panicked to actually use the proper sweeping motion.
He'd just have to wing it.

In a last ditch effort to entertain (and perhaps a major oversight in his brash head), he rushes head first as Mad Kitty prepares her attack in an attempt to tackle her to the ground. Sure, he might get hit first and have to spend another week or so in the healing machine--not to mention outfit maintenance, his villain outfit wasn't cheap--but he was sure it'd get a rise out of the strange spectator, and he sure as hell loved to do a bit of improvised comedy.

... Even if it meant potentially brutalizing himself for audience amusement.

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Well, shit. Aaron finds himself and Kitty falling off a building after his tackle. A million thoughts run through his head: he's screwed, there is almost no way in hell he'll make it to work next week, and... it really is awkward.

"And now, we plunge into our finale..." he rasps out as Kitty's claws sink into his back; this was beginning to feel more like a strange imitation of a hug than anything, "truly, you are my strangest nemesis yet. _{Am I supposed to growl after you hiss or something? Maybe I should have went with an animal theme after all...}"

Had any of them survived this fall, he'd hoped at least kickstart some kind of hero's journey, or more selfishly: live and take some time off work to heal his deep wounds and potential broken bones.

At least, that's how his thoughts spiraled as he fell. And fell. And...

"My god... You two need to see some sort of therapist, because this sure isn't healthy!!!" The voice of the #1 hero in America booms in his ears.

"OW!--Shit, repairs gonna cost so much!" He struggles to sit up as he faces his dilemma: back bleeding, head aching, and John freakin' America is questioning his identity.

God. Dammit.

"You...! I suppose me and my nemesis Mad Kitty do have a strange dynamic, though, I am not privy to her cat persona-" he coughs awkwardly as the hero asks his question to Kitty. A big bad named Nyx... that Nyx? He heard of them on the news once or twice. There was no way in hell the Big 5 didn't know their true face... right? "It seems you have me mistaken," he musters up some strength for a dramatic hand gesture and nothing more, "for I am," he seethes as adrenaline wears off, "the great Angel of Music! Master of the arts and _{yeah, no, I gotta lay down...}"

Aaron moves back in surprise as Aggi seizes the hero and dangles them upside down with their vines. Well, he was certainly glad he didn't get on their bad side, and that they didn't join the earlier fight (he would've been cooked).

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Aaron coughs loudly as Mad Kitty leans on his chest. He faces her with a disgruntled gaze, but admittedly he's too tired to fight back proper. Her claws ghost the unmasked side of his face and he hisses through his teeth as he moves his head away slightly. "Do as you will, nemesis," he says as Mad Kitty moves away from him, "you and I shall meet again."

He staggers to his feet, gripping the end of his cape--the top end awkwardly caught; holes from Kitty's claws in the middle of it- and he turns to the ongoing spat between Aggi and John. "My greatest apologies, stranger! For I am unable to do an encore." He bows, and while there's no applause, it's the best he can get for an impromptu curtain call. "Enjoy the audience participation segment with Big Washington! _{Cause I'm sure as hell not sticking around...}"

"And farewell, Mad Kitty, 'til we meet again" He sighs and smiles. "...And thank you for sparing a poor angel's soul. May our next performance go well."

Perhaps the Kitty wasn't as vengeful as he thought, or maybe he was just lucky. And honestly? He figured it was the latter.

He sweeps his cloak over himself and teleports home, leaving the scene completely and getting a head start on some much needed healing.
"Thank god I got out of there..." he crawls into the healing machine... and bides his time until he's ready to appear again.