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Current I feel like I'm rotating through the same four characters constantly since RPs die so quickly I never get enough quality time with them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Took a little bit, but I finally got that CS done. Edgy powers are a-go, bois.

As an aside, I actually had this done a few days ago but was contemplating changing it after seeing Vivian, @Kidd since our characters' aliases are rather similar. I ended up keeping Grim since even though it's similiar to the Reaper, Zoey's actually referring to a Church Grim - the black dog that guards graveyards. If that's not cool let me know, I have another alias on the backburner.

EDIT: CS Moved!
February 22nd, 8:00 PM
Hub City Realty, Hub City


It wasn’t hard to recognize the woman behind the desk of her office, considering her face and name were not only on the building outside, but a good portion of the “FOR SALE” signs decorating numerous buildings and homes around Hub City. Diana Desmond, top realtor for the ever popular and reputable Hub City Realty. She was getting on in her years, but it seemed plastic surgery and auburn hair dye kept a good lid on that little secret.

Despite the moving men and couriers that seemed to frequent the building, the man that currently occupied the chair opposite her was no mere manual labourer. He certainly had the build though, tall and tan with broad shoulders that strained the fabric of his expensive button up shirt. He took a drag of his cigarette, smoke languidly swirling in the air on his exhale. Diana pushed an ash tray closer.

”You shouldn’t be so hard on her,” The man rumbled, voice deep and with a hint of scratch in the back of his throat. ”You know how kids are.”

Diana threw her head back and laughed.

”Oh, do I ever. Her mother was the same way; rebellious and thinking she knew everything the world had to offer. Still,” This time the blonde woman sniffed, harshly putting out the butt of her own smoke before going right on to light another. She leaned in as the man offered her a light before leaning back into her chair. ”At least she found something productive to do with her time. Even if the results are-”

”Disappointing.”

”Precisely.” Diana’s fingers dipped behind the desk, and a moment later produced a manilla folder she delicately placed down. ”In any case, here are the new reports for new potential package deals. I know you have another you’re planning on picking up in two days, but I’ve included what we managed to gather about that particular property you’ve been looking into. I’m sure you won’t need my services for closing that particular deal, now will you, Russo?”

Now, at the time, I had no idea what all this talk really meant, but I could tell from the tone and phrasing that it was code. And when bad guys speak in code you know that there’s something illegal goin’ on.

Russo chuckled, pulling the folder close and flipping through it. His broad frame hid the contents, though his shoulders visibly tensed as he seemed to reach a particular entry. ”...No.” He lifted his head, and before him Diana’s eyes narrowed at whatever she must’ve seen on his face. ”I’ll be able to answer these Questions on my own.”

Very illegal.

”Of course.” He rose then, and Diana didn’t even bother to mimic the action. However as he turned to leave she called out after him, ”Oh, and Russo?

He stopped.

”Do keep Gabrielle out of too much danger, won’t you?”

A low chuckle.

”As long as she doesn’t seek it out herself, Diana.”
March 5th, 5:25 PM
Coast City, California


”Fear not, citizens…

A TORNADO FORMS OVERHEAD!”


Silence.



”That’s fucking stupid.” Blue ink slashed across the page as Coast City’s latest hero scribbled in his notebook. All around him lay pages, notes and drafts. On the walls were more paper, different though - clippings from newspapers, a few scribbled notes (one of which contained a set of shapely lips in pink lipstick). In the center of the wall, framed as the piece de resistance, was a full center spread of the story that had ran a week ago in every Coast City newspaper.

Aspiring New Hero “Hurricane” has touched down!

It was very artistic. He had posed for a picture on his debut stopping a robbery in Hub City’s larger banks. After almost throwing the man who nearly shot him at the top of the steps outside the entrance to the bank he had stepped on the man, hands on his hips, with the fading sun staining the sky and reflecting off his silver mask with his long dark blue coat billowing around his legs.

It wasn’t just artistic, it was heroic.

Since then, Hurricane had been in the papers every day. Once for assisting in dousing a burning building with his ability to conjure weather and lightning, another for spectacularly ending a highway police chase in his signature crashing touchdown of thunder, and once having ‘relented’ and given a brief interview at the tail end of containing a bomb threat.

(It turned out the bomb was a prank call, but no one needed to know that.)

The interview was just yesterday, after the papers had been filled with speculation every day that he didn’t arrive to do something heroic. That’s how you kept your name in the papers - tease them along, give them hints, and leave them wanting. Wanting his name to appear at every breakfast table and every news outlet just as much as he did.

Because soon, Jeremy Miles would be more than just some kid with aspiring dreams and a dead end job. He’d have his name on the lips of every person not just in Coast City, but all of the USA - and someday, even beyond that. Hurricane was going to be bigger than anyone, even Lady Arcana, ever was!

crackle

”... call for possible breaking and entering in a downtown warehouse …”

Which is why he had to be on alert. The police scanner merrily churned out crime after crime, but Hurricane couldn’t show up to any old crime like some lapdog. Hurricane needed to show up flashy, in charge, a most importantly-

”... backup needed in shootout at a convenience store robbery…”

Highly visible.

Jeremy rose up, rolling his dark shoulders before moving to grab the gear of his precious outfit. It was time to shed this mortal name, and become a God once more.




”Fear not, our boys in blue…

A STORM APPROACHES!”
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