I just realized this rp wouldn't pass a reverse Bechdel test
god thats so hot
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god thats so hot
oh that kind of hit and run
Bouncer was silent for a long moment, rocking back on her heels as she looked down at the blood soaking her pants leg. She supposed she really hadn’t given this plan much thought, had she? Still, wasn’t there supposed to be some kind of superhero etiquette about this kind of thing? Once you had a mask on, you were someone else, or something like that. Even if you weren’t, you were. It was like… respect for privacy, or whatever. Kayfabe. Bouncer could’ve sworn that was a thing. Beyond that, something about the fox’s tone made her chafe. It was too… familiar.
The other two were alive, though. That was expected, but Bouncer wasn’t sure how to feel about it. They were alive, and from what she could tell no one had recognized them for their vocations yet. That… well, Bouncer supposed she’d call that good enough, then. It was something she could deal with later.
She raised her eyes to meet the fox again, planting the soles of her feet back on the ground, then looked off again, back at the dying flames. “I told you what happened,” she finally answered, dropping the feigned voice. Bouncer played the course of events back through her mind, trying to make some sense of it. “I looked into an address, found a place that had got sold off.” She tossed the slip of paper at the vigilante’s feet, watching it flutter briefly through the air before the blood staining it dragged it down to the earth less than halfway between them. She looked away again.
“One of them old apartment complexes, being used to hold people snatched off the street. Owner was just some dope used for a name on paper, so we were gonna look into the guys who handled the transaction, see if they had any leads.” Bouncer gestured vaguely toward the ruined building. The former office of Nadar Realty, smoldering beneath the dark sky. “Then I got shot and the building caught fire.”
Bouncer didn’t bother to mention any of the smaller details. Who her “friends” worked for or how it was them who had looked into the address in her place. How she’d only been allowed to come along to humor her, or how she’d been told to stay in the car while Mateo and Erik handled the situation because they thought she’d just make a mess of things, and had thus missed everything up until she’d decided to go in anyway and saw them getting their asses beat by a guy who was supposed to be some scrawny accountant type. How the guy had seemed to know where she’d be before she was even there.
She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, trying to brush some of the ash off her suit but only succeeding in staining her palms. Bouncer clicked her tongue, rocking back on her heels again. She really wanted a shower, and all the smoke in the air stank. “I mean honestly there’s not much I didn’t already tell you. I just figured, you know, you’re supposed to be a hero or whatever. Maybe you’d want to look in on it now you’re…” Bouncer trailed off, thinking of how to phrase it. “Adjacent? I guess? I kinda suck at detective crap, so.”
The other two were alive, though. That was expected, but Bouncer wasn’t sure how to feel about it. They were alive, and from what she could tell no one had recognized them for their vocations yet. That… well, Bouncer supposed she’d call that good enough, then. It was something she could deal with later.
She raised her eyes to meet the fox again, planting the soles of her feet back on the ground, then looked off again, back at the dying flames. “I told you what happened,” she finally answered, dropping the feigned voice. Bouncer played the course of events back through her mind, trying to make some sense of it. “I looked into an address, found a place that had got sold off.” She tossed the slip of paper at the vigilante’s feet, watching it flutter briefly through the air before the blood staining it dragged it down to the earth less than halfway between them. She looked away again.
“One of them old apartment complexes, being used to hold people snatched off the street. Owner was just some dope used for a name on paper, so we were gonna look into the guys who handled the transaction, see if they had any leads.” Bouncer gestured vaguely toward the ruined building. The former office of Nadar Realty, smoldering beneath the dark sky. “Then I got shot and the building caught fire.”
Bouncer didn’t bother to mention any of the smaller details. Who her “friends” worked for or how it was them who had looked into the address in her place. How she’d only been allowed to come along to humor her, or how she’d been told to stay in the car while Mateo and Erik handled the situation because they thought she’d just make a mess of things, and had thus missed everything up until she’d decided to go in anyway and saw them getting their asses beat by a guy who was supposed to be some scrawny accountant type. How the guy had seemed to know where she’d be before she was even there.
She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, trying to brush some of the ash off her suit but only succeeding in staining her palms. Bouncer clicked her tongue, rocking back on her heels again. She really wanted a shower, and all the smoke in the air stank. “I mean honestly there’s not much I didn’t already tell you. I just figured, you know, you’re supposed to be a hero or whatever. Maybe you’d want to look in on it now you’re…” Bouncer trailed off, thinking of how to phrase it. “Adjacent? I guess? I kinda suck at detective crap, so.”
dont objectify her. shes not a piece of meat, shes a profoundly stupid and incredibly attractive human being with toned abs like knitted steel cables and an ass that wont quit. god shes so hot do you think shes single? what was i talking about
her shirt is also torn and showing off her abs. thats important
other than that no, she has made no consideration at all for the proper methods of deception
other than that no, she has made no consideration at all for the proper methods of deception
i think more characters should just be dumb as hell honestly
Bouncer was almost surprised; she hadn’t really expected any mask to stick around a scene this long, yet here the fox woman was. She pulled her makeshift mask further over her nose, slouching somewhat under the vigilante’s gaze. She had recognized Bouncer as well, which was also something of a surprise.
“What’re you talking about?” She responded to the fox’s question with another question, affecting a deeper, huskier voice and lifting her shirt up slightly to show a distinct lack of injury. “Like I just told the guy, this blood isn’t mine. I just had a bit of a thing with these other guys, got a bit messy, you know.”
Bouncer brushed past the EMT, almost acting like he wasn’t there as she circled slowly around the fox, her eyes landing on everything except the other woman. The EMT, realizing he wasn’t needed there, went off to try and assist someone else. “I saw the smoke, figured I might find a mask at its source. Someone who could answer questions.” Bouncer held up one hand, a bloodied slip of paper held between her first two fingers. “An address for a property, recently purchased. Did some digging, buyer was a dead end, so I thought my next stop would be the realtor who handled the transaction. But, well,” she gestured vaguely at the smoldering building, then locked eyes with the vigilante, eyebrow raised. “Know anything, Fox?”
“What’re you talking about?” She responded to the fox’s question with another question, affecting a deeper, huskier voice and lifting her shirt up slightly to show a distinct lack of injury. “Like I just told the guy, this blood isn’t mine. I just had a bit of a thing with these other guys, got a bit messy, you know.”
Bouncer brushed past the EMT, almost acting like he wasn’t there as she circled slowly around the fox, her eyes landing on everything except the other woman. The EMT, realizing he wasn’t needed there, went off to try and assist someone else. “I saw the smoke, figured I might find a mask at its source. Someone who could answer questions.” Bouncer held up one hand, a bloodied slip of paper held between her first two fingers. “An address for a property, recently purchased. Did some digging, buyer was a dead end, so I thought my next stop would be the realtor who handled the transaction. But, well,” she gestured vaguely at the smoldering building, then locked eyes with the vigilante, eyebrow raised. “Know anything, Fox?”
look's like you've made your last delivery kid
Rabbit faltered. Had anyone else been hurt? She’d only paid attention to herself and the wolf woman’s boys. She glanced around the lot at the others milling around the burning building. They didn’t seem hurt from here, but those were just the few she saw.
“I’m fine,” she answered, pressing her hand against her side. Her throat felt dry, more than it had a moment before. “It doesn’t hurt that bad, really. I think you should check the others, I’ll just wait for the ambulance.”
Rabbit scooted back from the vigilante, grabbing Erik’s shirt to drag him with her, further away from the flames. The blaring of the sirens had grown loud enough to hurt her ears, and a glance toward the street showed the first of the fire engines pulling up to the sidewalk. It was joined a few moments later by a sole ambulance, doing its best to get close to the scene without obstructing firefighters or putting any injured in danger of the fire spreading. No police, though, which was a little odd; they were always slow, but to fail to appear entirely? Either they were more corrupt and incompetent than Rabbit had assumed, or something else had drawn their attention elsewhere.
The arrival of emergency response vehicles had nonetheless provided enough of a distraction that for a moment there were no more eyes on her, and Rabbit took advantage of the opportunity as medical responders carried Erik and Mateo away on stretchers to cast one last glance around the lot before vanishing with a thp. She reappeared in an alleyway across the street, out of sight of the growing line of trucks. She used the wall of the alley to pull herself up, testing her injured leg for a brief moment before vanishing again. A series of jumps took her several blocks away, enough for the energy to sing sweet arias in her veins. Usually she would spend the whole night chasing that song, but the dull pain in her side and growing lightheadedness told her that wasn’t on the agenda tonight.
Rabbit let herself sink down onto the roof she’d found herself on, taking air in shallow breaths. She closed her eyes, letting her head rest against the hard stonework as she concentrated on the holes in her side and in her leg, feeling the electricity pulse and change its tune in response to her will, gathering around her wounds with sharp tingles. She gasped at the feeling of being stabbed in reverse, the bullet in her leg inching its way back out as her wounds worked to mend themselves.
Several moments passed in silence with gritted teeth, until finally the pain faded into a fuzzy numbness. Rabbit’s clothes clung unpleasantly to her skin, wet and sticky with her own blood, but a cursory prodding with her fingers told her the wounds were gone, with no sign to show they’d ever been there beyond the pale whiteness of new skin.
Her eyes fluttered open as she sat up, taking in her surroundings briefly before standing with a faint grunt of fatigue. She saw distant smoke in two directions, one of which being the building she’d come from. The other… was that what had distracted the cops tonight? Probably. Rabbit considered for a moment, wondering if it was worth being nosy, then sighed and clicked her tongue before vanishing with a thp.
The scene around the building wasn’t as crowded as Rabbit had expected - how long had it been since she vanished from the parking lot, twenty minutes? Thirty? She would’ve expected the road to be crowded with trucks by now, but the former realtor’s office appeared to have warranted a trio of fire engines, which she guessed was a pretty normal amount, but… She tried to do math in her head. Assuming the initial ambulance had already carted Erik and Mateo back to the nearest hospital, then there were… Two? Two total ambulances that had responded to this call. What the hell? Were they also busy? What the hell had happened at that other fire she saw?
She flagged down a passing EMT, who stopped in his tracks as soon as he registered what he was looking at.
“Excuse me, I’m trying to find-”
“Oh my god, are you okay?! Quickly, get over to the ambulance, we need to-”
“Oh, this isn’t my blood,” Bouncer interrupted, waving his concern away with her hand. She had torn a strip off the bottom of her shirt to tie around her face as a mask, and the blood soaking part of it kept sticking to her mouth when she spoke. Unpleasant. “I’m trying to find another vigi- hero. Wears a white fox mask? She still around, or…”
Bouncer glanced around, trying to spot the woman in question. She had most likely moved on by now, but Bouncer still wanted to be sure. Just in case.
“I’m fine,” she answered, pressing her hand against her side. Her throat felt dry, more than it had a moment before. “It doesn’t hurt that bad, really. I think you should check the others, I’ll just wait for the ambulance.”
Rabbit scooted back from the vigilante, grabbing Erik’s shirt to drag him with her, further away from the flames. The blaring of the sirens had grown loud enough to hurt her ears, and a glance toward the street showed the first of the fire engines pulling up to the sidewalk. It was joined a few moments later by a sole ambulance, doing its best to get close to the scene without obstructing firefighters or putting any injured in danger of the fire spreading. No police, though, which was a little odd; they were always slow, but to fail to appear entirely? Either they were more corrupt and incompetent than Rabbit had assumed, or something else had drawn their attention elsewhere.
The arrival of emergency response vehicles had nonetheless provided enough of a distraction that for a moment there were no more eyes on her, and Rabbit took advantage of the opportunity as medical responders carried Erik and Mateo away on stretchers to cast one last glance around the lot before vanishing with a thp. She reappeared in an alleyway across the street, out of sight of the growing line of trucks. She used the wall of the alley to pull herself up, testing her injured leg for a brief moment before vanishing again. A series of jumps took her several blocks away, enough for the energy to sing sweet arias in her veins. Usually she would spend the whole night chasing that song, but the dull pain in her side and growing lightheadedness told her that wasn’t on the agenda tonight.
Rabbit let herself sink down onto the roof she’d found herself on, taking air in shallow breaths. She closed her eyes, letting her head rest against the hard stonework as she concentrated on the holes in her side and in her leg, feeling the electricity pulse and change its tune in response to her will, gathering around her wounds with sharp tingles. She gasped at the feeling of being stabbed in reverse, the bullet in her leg inching its way back out as her wounds worked to mend themselves.
Several moments passed in silence with gritted teeth, until finally the pain faded into a fuzzy numbness. Rabbit’s clothes clung unpleasantly to her skin, wet and sticky with her own blood, but a cursory prodding with her fingers told her the wounds were gone, with no sign to show they’d ever been there beyond the pale whiteness of new skin.
Her eyes fluttered open as she sat up, taking in her surroundings briefly before standing with a faint grunt of fatigue. She saw distant smoke in two directions, one of which being the building she’d come from. The other… was that what had distracted the cops tonight? Probably. Rabbit considered for a moment, wondering if it was worth being nosy, then sighed and clicked her tongue before vanishing with a thp.
The scene around the building wasn’t as crowded as Rabbit had expected - how long had it been since she vanished from the parking lot, twenty minutes? Thirty? She would’ve expected the road to be crowded with trucks by now, but the former realtor’s office appeared to have warranted a trio of fire engines, which she guessed was a pretty normal amount, but… She tried to do math in her head. Assuming the initial ambulance had already carted Erik and Mateo back to the nearest hospital, then there were… Two? Two total ambulances that had responded to this call. What the hell? Were they also busy? What the hell had happened at that other fire she saw?
She flagged down a passing EMT, who stopped in his tracks as soon as he registered what he was looking at.
“Excuse me, I’m trying to find-”
“Oh my god, are you okay?! Quickly, get over to the ambulance, we need to-”
“Oh, this isn’t my blood,” Bouncer interrupted, waving his concern away with her hand. She had torn a strip off the bottom of her shirt to tie around her face as a mask, and the blood soaking part of it kept sticking to her mouth when she spoke. Unpleasant. “I’m trying to find another vigi- hero. Wears a white fox mask? She still around, or…”
Bouncer glanced around, trying to spot the woman in question. She had most likely moved on by now, but Bouncer still wanted to be sure. Just in case.
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