January 27th, 12:00 AM
Lycus Hall, room 312
bzzt. hssst.
It was nights like these that Virgil hated.
Surely after walking around, talking, and meeting people and experiencing new things, he'd be tired.
That was a lie, he was exhausted.
But his body wouldn't let him sleep.
It was because of all of those late night patrols with Richie and even a few other Bang Babies by the end of it that kept Virgil awake into the early hours of the morning, whether he wanted to be or not. He didn't want to hold anything against his best friend, but ever since Richie had joined the crew with his amazing brain, Virgil's long nights got even longer.
But now he was alone. Not exactly. Malcolm had stepped out a while ago, and Bjorn was handling himself as well as well could be. Maybe he was around, maybe he was popping up and surprising other people like he seemed to like doing. Regardless, it was quiet, dark, and Virgil could finally let his mind wander.
Into tech.
Sure, Richie was their lead engineer and scientist after becoming a Bang Baby, but it was initially just Virgil in charge of his own gear and tech. It was late nights like these where he could just kill the hours by making something new, or fixing something old. Or maybe just playing with a circuit board and watching the sparks fly.
Virgil had on his goggles from his Static costume on so he's be safe from the sparks. Electricity? Perfectly fine, but Virgil was still susceptible to other forms of plasma like fire and general heat. He could never explain why that was, given that electricity was arguably a more raw and dangerous form than fire. It would only make sense to some sort of immunity of extreme tolerance given that Virgil was a living conduit of energy.
Thoughts on it aside, he almost missed this. He had come here to get away from heroing, from the suit, but he really couldn't leave it behind. He was still here, wearing his goggles, relining his suit and testing new methods of creating and dispersing a shield. Perhaps the school's science labs were a better place for all of this, but after everything they had done today, he, Bjorn, and Mal, almost made the dorm Homey. In Virgil's little corner, he set up a makeshift workshop on his desk, getting back to the work he said he was taking a break from.
January 26th
Harper Heights
San Francisco, California
She was finally here.
After a full year and some of planning and laundering, Patty finally packed up and set out west. Her son was growing up well, happy and carefree of the life his mother led. She could have sworn that her son should have been a tad bit older, but apparently not. Maybe she just forgot his age every once and a while due to her busy life.
She had to remind herself that it was all just for her. This was for him, her little Tobias. These powers, her network, those gangs out there ready to be pulled into her own little mafia, all of that was hers to worry about. She wished she could pull out, could settle for a life in silence with her son on the California coast, but too much of her father was in her, instilled in her. The call of crime was too loud to ignore.
She snapped her fingers, the lights came on in the house she had acquired for her and Tobias. However, it wasn't a smart house that turned the lights on at the snap of her fingers. Five figures followed her into the house, saying little and following her every command.
She walked through the house, pulling the leather jacket off her shoulders and leaving herself in cargo pants and a tank top. One of them hung the jacket up by the door. Unfortunately, wearing an alien Scarab on your back made it difficult to wear a lot of clothes. She just had to dress light.
"Tobias, I'm taking care of business in my office, i'll be out in a bit, okay?"
She shouted into the halls, hearing a faint reply from her son. He seemed to take well to moving into the big city. She'd put him in the best school available, through her means of money, or other means of persuasion.
Walking down, she entered her office. It was simple, clean, and not yet completely lived in. All of her office supplies were there, but it lacked a personal touch that she would soon give it.
She sat down, the door was closed, and the room was inhabited by six people.
"I'm glad to see you could all make it." She spoke plain english, a common ground for both parties.
"We're honored that you hired us." The first of the five spoke. He wore a black and red jacket, his hair styled only like you'd see it in Akihabara. "After our... self imposed exaltation, we sought an employer to use our skills. We will not bring you shame."
"I should hope not." Patty leered at him. A young, handsome man promising not to bring her shame? A laugh, but she couldn't deny that the color-coded convicts had a certain panache about them. "I don't believe I ever got your names, or callsigns, for that matter. Your ad only listed your group name."
The young man in red smirked. "We're the Five Fighters. We were once the Six Shooters, but Kouta left because he didn't agree with his designated color. I'm Shotaro. Fighter... Red."
"Ken, I'm Fighter Yellow."
"Sakawa. Fighter Purple."
"Hana, Fighter Blue, at your service."
"Nadeshiko, Green Fighter."
They each introduced themselves simply. It wasn't hard to guess which colors they were. They seemed to wear them proudly in their outfits, even without costumes.
"Again, we are honored that you have chosen us. Our western style didn't fit back home, but here, we're sure to fit in among the Powered crowd." Shotaro bowed, followed by the rest of his team.
"You'll stand out, but in the best way." Patty smiled at them and leaned forward in her seat. "You'll be my hands in this operation, can you handle that?"
The nodded silently.
"Good. Now, get out there, make a name for yourselves. Disrupt the power structure in the local gangs. Casualties are at your discretion. With things being shaken up buy you guys at the front, I can handle things elsewhere, eat up any and all territory available. Understood? Now get out there."
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