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6:31 PM, Fuller Park
Arc

Arc's eyes were trained on the bomb as it emerged from Derby's pack. This was his first time dealing with explosives. Guns, he knew. Knives, sure. He even fought a guy using a chain once. But bombs were a whole new deal, and he was quickly beginning to feel that he had made a massive mistake in stepping forward. His mind began to race as time seemed to slow down around him.

Okay. It's about to get rough. We need more of a plan than 'wing it'.

Let's think. How long do we have? What side of the explosion do we want to be on?

How about neither? None? We can run back. We're far enough.

Then he what, follows? Then we have a new problem. And he'll probably blow up some other shit. I say we charge.

What? No, that's nuts, we-

That was when Arc stopped thinking. He had no time to think. The bomb was going to fly any second, he had no time for this reasonable bullshit. And he knew the little devil on his shoulder had a point, if he hid himself away or ran, Derby could bring his bombs elsewhere. Arc was fine with collateral damage but he wasn't going to be the direct cause of it. He had to do something now, while his adrenaline was pumping through his veins and his bat had a charge.

You know what? Fine. Let's just do it. Just GO! 

Arc yelled and raised his bat, charging forward, ready to deliver Justice to this crimi.... Why was he shaking like that?

Arc skidded to a stop, and let his eyes focus. The fires nearby had polluted his vision with light and the shadows around became far darker, but he was now making out someone on the opposite side, dressed in all black. His Knight in Shining Leather? Maybe things were going exactly like he wanted... Relatively. He turned his eyes to Derby, watching the man fall to the ground. Shit, this had been easier than he had thought. Lamer too.

Then, the bright flash of the explosion hit his eyes. He slammed them shut as he cursed himself for forgetting about the goddamn explosive on the ground, and in a moment he felt hard cement on his ass and a sharp pain in his ears, which were taking five from hearing things. He was tossed back, shielding his head as his bat clattered to the ground before coming to a stop a little ways back. He chanced opening his eyes, his vision swimming around as the shockwaves after-effects left him dizzy. Maybe this was a pretty bad idea. He closed his eyes once more and sat for a moment, letting the pain in his ears abate and setting his head straight.

Well shit. That was something.

Good plan, good plan. Okay. Everything still attached? Great. Now, what the fuck happened?

Arc uncurled from the his prone position, pushing himself to his feet. He looked at the smoldering stain on the street where Derby had been. Nothing left. Just smoke. Arc considered this for a moment, getting his bearings back, before grinning and letting out a laugh, clapping his hands.

"Hell yeah!" He shouted, victoriously. People nearby pulling themselves up from the ground nearby and observers far stared, worried and surprised. "All according to plan!"

Bullshit.

He stumbled over to his bat as his legs found themselves again, flicking the switch on the side. The batteries would probably lose their charge, so that's a waste, but hell, it's not like he'd need them for that goober.

Cops will be here soon. Let's go.

Wait, hold up. What about the guy who just stuck their neck out? They were way closer than us.

They knew what they were doing. They had a plan. They're probably fine.

Yeah, sure, they probably just wore explosion proof armor. Quit being a dick. You're a hero. Go check on them.

Arc let out a long breath, before starting a brisk jog. He circled the smoke, because mulched asshole wasn't a scent he needed to add to his list of things smelled. His eyes scanned around, the shadows nearby turned to pure darkness due to the flash of the explosive, before his eyes fell on a limp leg near a trash can, not too far.

"Hey buddy!" Arc shouted as he started over, waving. "Nice fucking job, bud, that took some -balls-!"

He couldn't hear a response, but his ears were still jacked up. He continued forward, slowing as he approached. Were they alright? Were they moving? He couldn't see through his goggles and fucked up vision. As he got close, the hairs on the back of his neck pricked up. What?

He spun around, looking around. No one of note. What was this feeling of being watched? He felt.... Uncomfortable. Maybe the cops had snipers on the roof? I mean, this guy had bombs, it wouldn't be unreasonable... He spun back around to look at the limp body by the trash, stepping over urgently and kneeling down.

"Hey hey, Hero, you alright? I owe you one but we gotta get going. Cops will be here and you don't wanna be laying around when that happens. Wake up." He reached out with his bat-less hand prodded at the vigilante's side.

In that case...

Name:

Geldebrine Delon

Race:

Human

Age:

20

Appearance:

This young, human woman stands above average for her race, roughly six feet up from the ground. She has a very pale complexion, and the world has left very flew blemishes along her smooth skin. Her boyish figure has plenty of toned muscle, built up from plenty of exercise no doubt. She has cold, pale blue eyes with a small nose, framed underneath her golden hair, which is tied up in an intricate bun behind her head.

Personality:

Geldebrine is not an outwardly kind person. Due to her heritage as a hero, she has a heavily inflated opinion about her role in the world and her status over others, though rarely this seems more like a coping mechanism to deal with the weight of her 'destiny' than what she actually believes. Regardless, she has no problem cutting someone down verbally if they start to annoy her, and often gets flustered and irritated when her status is called into question. She can display a great deal of focus when it comes to achieving her goals, though occasionally her responsibility and ego clash. She has a great deal of trouble admitting when she cannot accomplish something alone, or when she lacks the skills to accomplish something. When this is the case, she'll often throw herself at the problem without much thought until she is reasoned with or realizes nothing will come of it.

Hero of choice:

Hero of Light

I wasn't sure if I should put clothes under appearance until history/gear is settled, so I left it blank.

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