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City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

It felt as though hours of waiting had passed. Agent never really did a stake-out before. Heck, she had only been doing hero work for about four months now.
Ally Estrada created a name and image for her alter ego, Agent, in that short time, and planned to be a role model for others. This stake-out had a lot to do with her image and her own morals. She wanted to meet Reaper again, go understand his methods and possibly get him to think differently. She was a stubborn woman, something common for a young adult almost directly out of adolescence, and doubted she would change her ideas.

Agent watched over the bank, wondering if the information she received was bad. Just as her patience was about to run out, a black van pulled up across the street and parked. It was stopped for a minute before Agent noticed two more vans coming from different directions and parking in parking lots unrelated to the bank. About a dozen men hopped out of all cars, though one stood out.

The figured walked across the street, obviously not afraid of being seen by their bright orange jumpsuit. Agent squeezed her eyes, trying to get a better look. "A woman?" she muttered as the odd woman walked directly to the doors.

The woman held her hands out, shouting something to the others who all took a step back, and shoved her body forward. Out from her palms came bright orange flames. Agent's jaw dropped. She had never seen anyone else with powers, at least not in person. The flame woman signaled the men to enter and they did. Almost forty men streamed into the bank.

Agent dropped down from the roof and stood to the side of the door, avoiding their gaze. No alarms went off, so she assumed they hacked systems beforehand. Damn! Cops won't be here to help me this time! This was going to be the biggest bust Agent had ever performed. Sure she beat groups of thugs almost on a nightly basis, but this was completely different. This was a high-stakes robbery with a super-powered woman. Whether Reaper ended up showing his face or not, Agent knew she had to put everything into this situation.

Adolescent Heroes (Teen Titans Inspired)

Ally "Agent" Estrada

Agent watched with shock as the new teen entered the scene and didn't hesitate using electricity to knock out one of the children. Does titanium conduct electricity? she wondered, not wanting to find out at the moment. She watched as one-by-one everyone seemed to be targeted by the demonic children. She was about to come to the aid of one of her companions when she found herself surrounded by three little girls. Without any hesitation the little girls sprinted and leaped at her.

Instinctively, without much thought, Ally transformed into her titanium form again. She crossed her arms over her face, wanting to minimize as much impact as possible. They hit with almost enough force to knock her down. One clung onto arm, one on her leg, and the other on her back. She could feel their hands clawing at her, but they found nothing to dig into. Another girl pounded her fists across Agent's legs, trying to find some sort of weakness.

Agent let out a chuckle watching the kids try to exploit a weakness. For a moment, she felt completely invincible. "Haha, think that'll hurt m- WHAT THE?" she shouted, looking at her arm. She held it out parallel to the ground. One of the girls had latched her teeth into arm. Agent's eyes widened as she saw very shallow dents and grooves form in her arm. Sure they were small, almost non-existent, but on top of the damage from the other day they would surely be bothersome.

Agent shook her arm- hard. The girl wriggled, but only held on tighter. Ally felt panicked. She felt like a fish with a hook stuck in it. Ally pushed the little girl off, using a lot more force this time. The girl let go, but immediately sprang back.

The other girls seemed to get a similar idea, biting on her instead of holding on. Agent felt bad hurting them, but they didn't seem to be hurt by a piece of metal hitting their face, so how much could they take? Heart beating, she dropped to her knees, hitting the child clamped onto her shin. Maybe if she could make herself a smaller target she would have an easier time keeping them off? Even if that didn't work she would at least be giving them less to bite.

As she twisted around to hit the girl on her back with her shoulder, she heard Kurt's screams for help. We have to stop these kids!

Adolescent Heroes (Teen Titans Inspired)

@t2wave

Actually that's an urban legend that was spread around by organizations like PETA to stop the usage of cattle prods. Cattle prods are designed to give a cow sharp sting with high voltage yet low amp, hence the name "cattle" prod. We were talking about this in my ERWC class recently when arguing animal rights.

I know Yahoo Answers isn't the most credible source, but I think the best answer might explain this better than I have.

answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=…

Regardless though, there would definitely need to be a lot of electricity involved to kill these kids. XD

Off to write my post~~~

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

@Crossfire @King Tai

"In all due respect, I don't believe that's true," Agent replied. "People can change their lives around, and when they don't, they don't. That's why we're here- to keep them from hurting others until they take a hint or die doing what they choose. It isn't our place to choose whether or not they die, it's our place to protect the innocents hurt by this."

Agent listened to herself talk and shook her head slightly, doubtedly. Although she believed in her words, they didn't sound... real. Not that she wasn't speaking English or anything, but the words she spoke, well, they didn't seem to be true. Sure, some criminals turned around, but she caught a majority later on, sometimes the very next day. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am naive." As she spoke these words, the sirens began to approach. "I wish we didn't have to end this so early. Maybe we'll meet up another time?" she offered. The sirens drew closer and this was her definite cue to leave. Even though the murdered thugs on the ground weren't her victims, she felt she was largely connected to their death. If only she had been there sooner, everyone would have survived and none would succumb to the cold steel of the anti-hero's bullets.

Agent ran and hopped up onto the nearest garbage container, propelled off of it, and caught onto the windowsill of an apartment. She quickly and almost effortlessly scaled the apartment onto the roof before the police arrived.

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The next day, as Ally Estrada prepared to go to work, a news report popped on the television. She sat on her hardly-used couch, munching away on a bagel, as she watched the story.

"Three attempted rapists murdered last night along with four injured. Police say this was the work of vigilante Reaper, and possibly an accomplice. Reaper's trademark victims usually carry lethal bullet wounds, but the police has yet to reveal the identity of the accomplice. The victim of these attackers, who made a public speech earlier this morning, had this to say:"

The footage cut from the news reporter to the woman from the previous night standing behind a podium with what seemed like a million microphones attached to it. A line of officers were behind her, giving her silent support and protection.

"Last night was the scariest experience of my life," she began, clearing her throat a bit, "And it could have been the last night of my life had two heroes not saved me. When I needed them, Reaper and Agent came to me and protected me. I know some of the rapists were killed, but I was saved. And I came here to thank them. Whoever you two are, I am so grateful for you. I owe my lives to you, and I want to get the opportunity to one day thank you in person, but for now, I thank you here. You two will always be heroes in my eyes. Thank you." The crowd began to politely clap as she stepped down from the podium.

The news reel changed back to the studio and just as the news reporter began to speak again, Ally shut off the television. This woman felt she owed her life to her and Reaper. Ally wasn't quite sure how to feel about this. Not many people she helped went with public thanks, at least not like this. She was proud to receive the thanks, but wondered how things might have turned out if she never arrived. Would Reaper be there in time? Would all criminals be dead or would some get away? She shook her head and finished her small breakfast before heading out to work.

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Agent had to see Reaper again, she just had to. Something about the older man intrigued her. His point of view on being a hero, on how to save people, was different. Although she didn't agree with it, it seemed to work.

Through street intel, a few nights after the incident that allowed them to meet, Agent discovered there would be a large bank robbery by one of the rampant gangs, Los Chicos, in Reaper's part of the city. There was no way she could be sure if Reaper knew of the robbery or not, so she had to take care of it personally, right? In reality, she wouldn't admit that this was an excuse to meet up with Reaper again. Perhaps she was too proud, or too ashamed, but she gave herself the excuse that she was here on strict hero business.

Agent sat atop the bank, watching the workers lock up and set the alarms before leaving the bank. Unlike some other heroes, she didn't have much sophisticated technology. Some of the wealthier heroes had heat sensors, x-ray goggles, and other gadgets of the likes. Agent only carried a few laser pointers, some smoke bombs, and strobing lights. She sat atop the building, wondering how she would find the criminals and stop them before they had the chance to get their hands on any of the money.

SAGA [An Original Dragon Ball Universe RP] - Always Open! [CAS/ADV]

Ally

Race: Human
Power Level: 910
Location: Dragon Fist Dojo- Garden
Tagging: @Sudkurve

"Yeah, of course," Ally agreed as Tiberius described their goals for making their way to the gym. Sure, she wanted a possible fight at the other gym- whether it be one in positive or negative spirits-, but resolving the situation was their main priority. Plus, didn't he mention it was in Capital City? She couldn't remember the last time she visited her brother and father since she was so busy with Dragon Fist training and instructing. She decided she would do her best to make time to visit her family after taking care of the gym situation.

Tiberius then clenched his fist and raced away to the World Tournament regulation arena. Ally chuckled. Maybe she didn't need a fight from another gym. She sprinted after him, trailing behind by a mere few feet. The woman kicked at the ground as hard as she could, trying to gain speed. She shook her head; no matter what she did it always felt like she was one step behind Tiberius. Not today!

She followed him up and to the arena, body warmed from the mini race. "You ready to get your butt kicked today?" she teased, rolling out her neck. Though she joked, she knew every fight with Tiberius was a fierce one. Both refused to let the other win, to let the other prove superior. It was as though whenever one of them came out on top, the other proved triumphant the next time around. Initially, this drove Ally insane. On top of that, Tiberius received extra training from his father from a young age. Ally always wondered if she had received the same training, would she be as strong as Tiberius today, or stronger? Although these thoughts occasionally nagged at her mind, she learned to let the anger from them go. Regardless of past training, they were both excellent fighters, and Ally wouldn't trade that for the world.

Her gaze, now hard and focused, was on her rival. "I'm ready when you are."

Adolescent Heroes (Teen Titans Inspired)

Ally was listening to Marcus's angry retorts to her request for teamwork. She was so focused on his argument, trying to figure out a way to further dissolve the issue, that she didn't even realize they were being surrounded by children.

"What the..." Agent muttered, looking at the kids. Heck, the only part of them that resembled children was their size. Other than that they almost resembled demons with their off-putting red eyes and shadowed faces. She took a step back away from them.

The archer then shouted out that these were in fact the missing children. "Well, we found them!" Agent shouted out, trying to hide the fact that she was extremely creeped out. What happened to these kids? Only a few days ago, Ally truly believed these kind of things in the world did not exist. That she was unique in her powers. That people like Marcus and Kurt didn't exist. People like Russo were just for comics. These kids looked like they came straight out of a horror movie. What were they, a group of teen strangers who were hardly briefed on the topic, supposed to do? Even if these kids attacked, these kidnapped children most likely had some sort of demonic charm on them. She doubted if they fought back they could do any real damage. Then again...

Agent glanced at the archer who seemed to have some sort of magical bow. If it was magic, perhaps she was the only one who would be able to successfully fight these children.

SAGA [An Original Dragon Ball Universe RP] - Always Open! [CAS/ADV]

Ally

Race: Human
Power Level: 910
Location: Dragon Fist Dojo- The Garden
Tagging: @Sudkurve

In Ally's mind, Tiberius's mischievous tone was a good thing. It always promised some sort of adventure or challenge, and Ally wasn't about to let that go by. She watched as he paced around the garden, explaining the situation. A student from another dojo insulted their dojo and tried to attack an advanced class? And Ulysses didn't care? Ally could easily imagine Ulysses shaking his head at the matter and dismissing it as an irresponsible student.

"An arrogant student threatens our students and then loses a fight against them?" Ally chuckled, shaking her head. It sounded completely ridiculous. Really, Ally figured the student most likely fought a couple inexperienced fighters in his gym and thought he was the best. Still, going to the gym to clear up any confusion would be better than sweeping it under the carpet. Perhaps they would be challenged by some of Gonjoda's instructors. The thought of a fight against another gym for honor make a chill run through her spine. A grin almost as mischievous as Tiberius's appeared on the young fighter's face, "Do you really have to ask me if I'm in or not?"

Ally clenched and unclenched her fists repeatedly. Thinking about a possible fight made her feel antsy. She knew Tiberius felt the same. The excitement of a new challenger always made them excited. "And the other things you wanted to discuss?" Ally asked, though she felt she knew the answer. If he was as eager as her, he would ask for their favorite pass times without hesitation.

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

Agent listened intently to Reaper's claims. She knew, or at least she figured, that her confrontations with this man would be scarce. She wanted to hear every word he had to offer. But, his words weren't exactly what she expected.

"No, I'm usually never around here," Agent confirmed, looking around. Even out of costume Agent chose to stay away from these parts. Why? Now that she thought about it, she had no real reason not to come down here. She had the strength of... Well she wasn't quite sure how strong she was, but it was definitely much stronger than other women. Really, the only thing preventing her from coming through these areas was that they made her feel uncomfortable. Even now she felt eyes watching her, but summed it up to pure paranoia.

"Even so, I don't think killing is the only way to truly stop crime." She pointed to the ground, "Look at this, the woman is safe, and these men probably won't try something like this again. I've stopped people from doing bad things- maybe never as serious as tonight- but I've stopped them, and seen them walking down the street weeks later doing their best to make a change. People can stop themselves from committing crimes. Sometimes all they need is a push."

City of Treaft! (Semi-Private)

Agent watched him holster his guns, glad he wouldn't be addressing her with a weapon in his hand. At his comment, Agent shrugged and scratched the back of her neck. "Oh, I guess the same goes for you," she said, the quickly retracted and explained, "I mean, I've seen you in the news too." She didn't want to admit it, but he looked a lot older than she expected. Many other vigilantes and heroes were usually young. This man, however, seemed old enough to be her father.

"Is this how you do it every night?" Agent asked, waving to the dead bodies on the ground. Sure, the men she beat were bruised up, but none of them were dead. The main difference between the anti-hero's and her victims was the amount of blood. Another chill was sent down Agent's spine. It was hard to look at the bodies. As a hero, she was sworn to protect everyone... Right? Did that include saving criminals from death? "This is how you stop crime every night?" Agent muttered, a lump catching in her throat.

SAGA [An Original Dragon Ball Universe RP] - Always Open! [CAS/ADV]

Ally

Race: Human
Power Level: 910
Location: Dragon Fist Dojo
Tagging: @Sudkurve

Students in white Gis lined up in rows, hands by their sides, feet together, all focused towards the front. Some of the younger students, as well as the newer ones, fidgeted from this position, shifting their weight from one hip to the other or wobbling back and fourth. Ally couldn't blame them, the discipline for any martial art was quite demanding and could take time to develop. Overall, the class looked pretty good for beginners.

"Horse-riding stance!" Ally shouted, voice echoing in the silent class. Immediately, the students spread their legs and got into a squatting position, as if sitting atop an invisible horse. Although this stance wasn't used much in a real fight, the stance itself was great for building strength in the thighs and knees. Ally looked over the class, walking through the rows, adjusting stances as she saw fit.

She returned to the front of the class. Most of them had began to stand higher, alleviating the stress on their thighs. "Do you want to be strong?" Ally asked the class.

"Yes ma'am!" several students called weakly.

"Do you want to be strong?" Ally repeated, louder and more forceful.

"Yes ma'am!" the class called back in unison.

"Good! Everyone here is here to become stronger. To become strong..." Ally said, now going into her own horse stance. Her thighs were completely parallel to the ground while her fists rested at her hips. "You have to have a low, solid stance. This helps generate strength for powerful punches," she explained, throwing a punch. The snap of her gi was loud and strong, making some of the students in the front flinch. Many of the students shifted their stance, now lower.

She exited her horse stance and observed the class, smiling at their adjusted stances. "Now, as most of you know the Dragon Fist style is a very aggressive style. I want everyone to take in a deep breath through their mouth and hold it there." The students did as she asked, taking in deep breaths and holding them in. "Good, now let it out through your nose." The students did so, their chests lowering as they expelled the air.

"Remember how that felt. How I want everyone to breathe in a deep breath through your nose." The students followed their command, breathing in. The chests of many students seemed to be more filled than with breathing in through their mouths. "Great, now let it out through your mouth." She let them do this before continuing. "Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth allows for the oxygen to be taken in much more deeply than your mouth. Breathing through your mouth puts air in your chest; breathing through your nose puts air into your chest and stomach. This is the basic breathing technique for the Dragon Fist style. As I said before, the Dragon Fist style is extremely aggressive, so breathing is one of the most important aspects. If you can't take in enough air, you will not generate enough power and will tire very quickly."

She looked around the class, seeing their legs tremble as they continued to stand in their horse stance. Only another minute, she promised them in her mind, I know your legs are hurting. Just another minute.

Ally was broken out of her silent observations by almost as silent footsteps. Tiberius quietly walked up to her and gave her the message to meet in the garden. "Alright, thank you," Ally said. Once he began walking out, Ally told the class, "Get into your upright stance!"

As students moved from the horse stance to a more boxer's stance, Ally thought about her journey in the Dragon Fist dojo. She remembered seeing Tiberius's impressive fighting and wanting to be like him more than anything else. Over the years, his fighting improved dramatically, making his child tournament fighting almost laughable. Still, although he made leaps and bounds in his training, Ally never let him get too far away. Then again, he never let her catch up completely either. Although Ally might never admit it, she always knew this friendly rivalry was the reason she became the fighter she was today.

Now out of her thoughts, Ally examined the class's stance. "Just a reminder, make sure your arms are up, your knees are slightly bent, and your chest is facing forward, not slanted towards the wall." The class shifted, each individual making minor adjustments where needed.

"You all know how to through a jab and straight. Now, I want you to practice throwing those, but just as you complete your punch, let out a small gust of air," Ally said. Some students didn't seem to understand, so Ally went into her own stance.

"So, I'm going to start off by taking a deep breath through my nose," Ally said, demonstrating. "Then, when I punch I'll let out some of this air through my mouth." She sent a jab, releasing a small burst of air from her mouth as she finished the punch, creating the classic sst! sound of a boxer. "Everyone try this. Go!"

The class did, letting out somewhat sloppy punches and uneven breathing. This was expected as they never practiced their breathing before, especially not while punching. "Okay, everyone try the cross. Go!" The class did, giving the same mix of sloppiness and uneven breath.

"Okay, I'm going to count off and everyone will alternate between jabs and crosses. Ready? Go!"

As she counted off, each student sent a punch. As she counted higher and higher, the punches seemed to be lining up better with the breathing. Although anyone could look at them and see they were still beginners, the class was slowly improving. After a few more techniques and drills, Ally went through some strength and cardio exercises and dismissed the class for the day.

Once the students were cleared, Ally made her way to the garden. She wondered what Tiberius had to discuss with her and hoped it wasn't anything too serious. Outside of training and sparring, Ally considered Tiberius a great friend. However, considering they were still on Dragon Fist grounds, she couldn't be sure how serious the matters were.

Ally found Tiberius lying back on one of the stone benches, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. His relaxed demeanor told her the conversation definitely wasn't extremely serious. She had to admit it though, she envied his easygoing nature, how he could so easily detach himself from the world and relax.

"Something you wanted to talk about?" Ally asked softly, not wanting to scare him out of his peaceful state.