So, an old friend said she had talked to a couple people here, and so I decided to pop in and say hi. Didn't know this was coming back. Im glad to see that.
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10/10 Because of Invader Zim characters. Me gusta Girr.
I honestly really enjoy reading about your friend. I've never heard of such am odd person. Ever.
Well, this thread has seemed to take a different turn.
Remember Remember the 5th of November!
Even though there is like only 40 minutes left on my end of the world.
Even though there is like only 40 minutes left on my end of the world.
Heh. I always end up rating Derpestein's.
10/10 for fallout and vaultek.
10/10 for fallout and vaultek.
Liberal with some conservativ ideals.
The reaction that he got from Nilin concerning his (almost) genuine question surprised Diego. Usually when any woman was referred to a side piece, the last thing they would do is smile. However, he had no chance to find out her true feelings because of Julius’ outburst.
The outburst didn’t really surprise him, it was understandable and warranted. What surprised him is that he had the guts to stand up to Diego like he was now doing. Diego stayed silent as Julius talked to him. Diego’s eyes burned as his anger steadily increased, but that’s all that he let show of his emotion. It was all the same things he had been saying over and over, and Diego was sick of it.
Diego took a step forward, just in time to be handed $100. He took the cash, but didn’t take his eyes off of Julius at all, even when Mari had stormed out of the room. He waited until Nilin had teleported out, and the three were left. He reached out and took his friend by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up slightly so that his eyes were level Diego’s. He turned his head to Faust, then back to Julius.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again,” he said in a low tone. “I will end you.”
Diego turned his head back to Faust. “Sorry. No pizza today.”
“I don’t know what he’s here for. But he’s your problem. Not mine. Don’t think that I’ll keep you alive. I’m not your body guard. You’re weak. Just like the rest of them. The weak don’t survive in this world. Not anymore.” He held up the money in front of Julius’ face and, in an instant, they erupted into flames. “I don’t need your damn charity,” he growled as he shoved Julius back. “I don’t need any of this. I’m not going to sit around and wait for the thugs to double-cross us like they normally do. If you want to do that, that’s fine by me.”
With that, he turned and stormed out of the room, and out of the building. Once outside, he paused, taking a deep breath and clenching his hands into fists. He turned his head toward the group of homeless people he had run into earlier. They stared back at him with a mixture of fear and interest. His eyes shifted to the trashcan. The fire was dying. He smiled darkly and walked closer to the group.
“Stand back. Now.” They complied, and Diego shot two streams of fire into the trashcan. It was like and explosion. Fire rose up at least a good fifteen feet, then died down to a roaring fire once Diego was finished shooting fire. He turned to the homeless, who almost cowered away from Diego. He smiled. Good. He thought to himself. “The fire should last you the rest of the night. You’re welcome.”
Before they had a chance to say anything, he turned and shot off into the sky.
Diego gritted his teeth as he flew, replaying the events that had just transpired in his head.
He almost didn’t notice the faint sound of sirens as he shot thought the night sky. He slowed significantly, looking around for the source of the sirens.
There, close to downtown Brooklyn, were multiple sets of blue and red lights flashing. It had to be another Super in trouble. Diego quickly shot in the direction, smiling darkly.
It didn’t take him long to find the Super, especially since no one was out at this time of night, and no one would be running like this guy was. Diego shot down into an alley in the Super’s path and waited. Sure enough, the male came running in front of the alley, and Diego lunged out, grabbing the kid by the arm and pulling him in. He shoved him up against the wall and covered his mouth.
“Don’t say a damn word,” he growled. “I’m here to help.”
The police cars shot past the alley, not bothering to slow down at all for fear that they might lose the Empowered. That didn’t mean that there would be foot patrols; they would be there within a couple of minutes. He could already hear them.
Diego stared into the other Empowered’s eyes and took his hand from his mouth. “Stay still. Don’t move. You won’t be able to outrun me if you do.” He flashed the guy a sinister smile, then backed up, letting a couple of sparks of electricity fly from his hands.
As if on cue, a retrieval squad stopped at the entrance of the alley. They raised their guns and paused. One of the soldiers started to speak, but was quickly cut down by a stream of electricity. He fell down in a convulsing heap. This prompted the other soldiers to fire their weapons. Diego shot up into the sky, and landed behind them. Two of the soldiers were picked up from their spots, and repeatedly slammed into the ground, head-first. They were dead in a matter of moments, but that didn’t stop Diego from continuing his assault on their bodies. The other two soldiers turned around and raised their guns again. The one on the right was hit with the flying bodies of the two previously killed soldiers. He was knocked back in front of Atticus, unconscious. The last soldier made a last ditch effort to stop Diego, and pulled the trigger, not letting go. Diego dove to the side, but not before being grazed by one of the bullets. He let out a hiss of pain and fell back. The soldier smiled and took a step forward, ready to kill. Diego stared at the man, urging him to try. The solder raised his gun again and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. The soldier paused for a second, the fact that there were no more bullets in the gun registering in his head. By the time he was able to pull his pistol out of the holster, Diego was already standing. With a smile, he reached his hand out, then yanked up. The soldier widened his eyes for a moment, and then his head, and spine, were ripped clear out of his body. Diego threw it onto the ground, then made his way back into the alley. He gave Atticus a nod, then put his hand over his wound.
“Hey there. The name is Diego, and you are?”
The outburst didn’t really surprise him, it was understandable and warranted. What surprised him is that he had the guts to stand up to Diego like he was now doing. Diego stayed silent as Julius talked to him. Diego’s eyes burned as his anger steadily increased, but that’s all that he let show of his emotion. It was all the same things he had been saying over and over, and Diego was sick of it.
Diego took a step forward, just in time to be handed $100. He took the cash, but didn’t take his eyes off of Julius at all, even when Mari had stormed out of the room. He waited until Nilin had teleported out, and the three were left. He reached out and took his friend by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up slightly so that his eyes were level Diego’s. He turned his head to Faust, then back to Julius.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again,” he said in a low tone. “I will end you.”
Diego turned his head back to Faust. “Sorry. No pizza today.”
“I don’t know what he’s here for. But he’s your problem. Not mine. Don’t think that I’ll keep you alive. I’m not your body guard. You’re weak. Just like the rest of them. The weak don’t survive in this world. Not anymore.” He held up the money in front of Julius’ face and, in an instant, they erupted into flames. “I don’t need your damn charity,” he growled as he shoved Julius back. “I don’t need any of this. I’m not going to sit around and wait for the thugs to double-cross us like they normally do. If you want to do that, that’s fine by me.”
With that, he turned and stormed out of the room, and out of the building. Once outside, he paused, taking a deep breath and clenching his hands into fists. He turned his head toward the group of homeless people he had run into earlier. They stared back at him with a mixture of fear and interest. His eyes shifted to the trashcan. The fire was dying. He smiled darkly and walked closer to the group.
“Stand back. Now.” They complied, and Diego shot two streams of fire into the trashcan. It was like and explosion. Fire rose up at least a good fifteen feet, then died down to a roaring fire once Diego was finished shooting fire. He turned to the homeless, who almost cowered away from Diego. He smiled. Good. He thought to himself. “The fire should last you the rest of the night. You’re welcome.”
Before they had a chance to say anything, he turned and shot off into the sky.
Diego gritted his teeth as he flew, replaying the events that had just transpired in his head.
He almost didn’t notice the faint sound of sirens as he shot thought the night sky. He slowed significantly, looking around for the source of the sirens.
There, close to downtown Brooklyn, were multiple sets of blue and red lights flashing. It had to be another Super in trouble. Diego quickly shot in the direction, smiling darkly.
It didn’t take him long to find the Super, especially since no one was out at this time of night, and no one would be running like this guy was. Diego shot down into an alley in the Super’s path and waited. Sure enough, the male came running in front of the alley, and Diego lunged out, grabbing the kid by the arm and pulling him in. He shoved him up against the wall and covered his mouth.
“Don’t say a damn word,” he growled. “I’m here to help.”
The police cars shot past the alley, not bothering to slow down at all for fear that they might lose the Empowered. That didn’t mean that there would be foot patrols; they would be there within a couple of minutes. He could already hear them.
Diego stared into the other Empowered’s eyes and took his hand from his mouth. “Stay still. Don’t move. You won’t be able to outrun me if you do.” He flashed the guy a sinister smile, then backed up, letting a couple of sparks of electricity fly from his hands.
As if on cue, a retrieval squad stopped at the entrance of the alley. They raised their guns and paused. One of the soldiers started to speak, but was quickly cut down by a stream of electricity. He fell down in a convulsing heap. This prompted the other soldiers to fire their weapons. Diego shot up into the sky, and landed behind them. Two of the soldiers were picked up from their spots, and repeatedly slammed into the ground, head-first. They were dead in a matter of moments, but that didn’t stop Diego from continuing his assault on their bodies. The other two soldiers turned around and raised their guns again. The one on the right was hit with the flying bodies of the two previously killed soldiers. He was knocked back in front of Atticus, unconscious. The last soldier made a last ditch effort to stop Diego, and pulled the trigger, not letting go. Diego dove to the side, but not before being grazed by one of the bullets. He let out a hiss of pain and fell back. The soldier smiled and took a step forward, ready to kill. Diego stared at the man, urging him to try. The solder raised his gun again and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. The soldier paused for a second, the fact that there were no more bullets in the gun registering in his head. By the time he was able to pull his pistol out of the holster, Diego was already standing. With a smile, he reached his hand out, then yanked up. The soldier widened his eyes for a moment, and then his head, and spine, were ripped clear out of his body. Diego threw it onto the ground, then made his way back into the alley. He gave Atticus a nod, then put his hand over his wound.
“Hey there. The name is Diego, and you are?”
Diego stiffened as Julius put a hand on his shoulder. His initial reaction was to quickly pull away, but he thought better of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want the touch, but the manner in which the hand was being given bothered him.
Hold the fire? Hold the fucking fire? Diego chewed on his bottom lip as Julius continued talking. His blood boiled more and more with each passing second, and he did his best to not show it. The chewing of the lip would only show his uneasiness.
He gritted his teeth slowly at the words coming out of his friend’s mouth. “This is their turf,” and “obey their rules,” and “a little diplomacy.” In the end, it didn’t surprise Diego that Julius was talking this way. He was a pushover. Weak. There was no sense in using diplomacy in this world they were now living in, especially when the other Empowered, at any time, could turn on them. Diego knew thugs. He had lived with them long after the Civil war; in the slums of Los Angeles, in the underbelly of Seattle, in Nashville, in Boston, everywhere. They were all just a bunch of assholes, and snow cone over there with her icy eyes and calm façade was no different.
He flinched slightly at Mari’s hand. There was another one of those damn hands. Couldn’t they see he was calm? If he wasn’t calm, he would have melted snow cone by now, and had her charred body hanging from the flagpole a couple blocks from the safe house.
“Diego.” Mari’s voice pulled him back to reality, and he turned to her.
“What?” He snapped. As she continued to talk, Diego took a deep breath. He felt her take his hand in hers and pull him away a bit. He complied, just barely, and took a step back. When she had turned her head away to speak to the other woman, he slowly pulled his hand free and crossed his arms over his chest, not breaking the stare he had on Nilin. Once Mari had turned back to him, he leaned down and turned his head so that his eyes met hers. He nodded at what she said, taking into account her tone. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I’ll keep an eye on him. “
“The Hell we will leave,” Diego muttered under his breath, low enough so that only Mari could hear if she was paying attention. “The only way we’re leaving is either in a body bag, or after every last one of those scumbags dead, thugs or government.”
Diego took a step forward, ready to butt into the ongoing conversation, when another man walked in. He looked like another one of those thugs, but when he introduced himself to snow cone, Diego knew that he wasn’t a body guard. He must be that guy Mari was talking about. He doesn’t seem like much at all. In fact, he just looks like an average jackass with an attitude problem. He probably is as harmless as a baby bird. And if he isn’t, then maybe he might be useful in helping me take down the Normals.
“Curfew is the problem, but those who enforce it aren’t. The soldiers are a joke,” Diego said with a scoff. “I ran into one on the way here. Ripped his arm clean off. They’re no more menacing than a kitten.” He turned his head to Faust and gave him a smile, hoping that the man could see the gesture of good will behind it. “Even if we wanted to get a pizza, Faust, the Normals are all at home cowering under their covers. There’s no one working anywhere after dark, except for maybe a couple of shops to keep the soldiers happy. If you want, maybe you and I could head out, maybe find an open pizza place, and get one for free. I have exceptional persuasion skills. Let me know if you’re interested.”
Diego turned his head toward the woman and sighed. “So what are you, exactly, Mira? A lackey and a messenger for the supposed crime boss? His little two-bit side piece that makes sure we do what we’re told?”
Hold the fire? Hold the fucking fire? Diego chewed on his bottom lip as Julius continued talking. His blood boiled more and more with each passing second, and he did his best to not show it. The chewing of the lip would only show his uneasiness.
He gritted his teeth slowly at the words coming out of his friend’s mouth. “This is their turf,” and “obey their rules,” and “a little diplomacy.” In the end, it didn’t surprise Diego that Julius was talking this way. He was a pushover. Weak. There was no sense in using diplomacy in this world they were now living in, especially when the other Empowered, at any time, could turn on them. Diego knew thugs. He had lived with them long after the Civil war; in the slums of Los Angeles, in the underbelly of Seattle, in Nashville, in Boston, everywhere. They were all just a bunch of assholes, and snow cone over there with her icy eyes and calm façade was no different.
He flinched slightly at Mari’s hand. There was another one of those damn hands. Couldn’t they see he was calm? If he wasn’t calm, he would have melted snow cone by now, and had her charred body hanging from the flagpole a couple blocks from the safe house.
“Diego.” Mari’s voice pulled him back to reality, and he turned to her.
“What?” He snapped. As she continued to talk, Diego took a deep breath. He felt her take his hand in hers and pull him away a bit. He complied, just barely, and took a step back. When she had turned her head away to speak to the other woman, he slowly pulled his hand free and crossed his arms over his chest, not breaking the stare he had on Nilin. Once Mari had turned back to him, he leaned down and turned his head so that his eyes met hers. He nodded at what she said, taking into account her tone. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I’ll keep an eye on him. “
“The Hell we will leave,” Diego muttered under his breath, low enough so that only Mari could hear if she was paying attention. “The only way we’re leaving is either in a body bag, or after every last one of those scumbags dead, thugs or government.”
Diego took a step forward, ready to butt into the ongoing conversation, when another man walked in. He looked like another one of those thugs, but when he introduced himself to snow cone, Diego knew that he wasn’t a body guard. He must be that guy Mari was talking about. He doesn’t seem like much at all. In fact, he just looks like an average jackass with an attitude problem. He probably is as harmless as a baby bird. And if he isn’t, then maybe he might be useful in helping me take down the Normals.
“Curfew is the problem, but those who enforce it aren’t. The soldiers are a joke,” Diego said with a scoff. “I ran into one on the way here. Ripped his arm clean off. They’re no more menacing than a kitten.” He turned his head to Faust and gave him a smile, hoping that the man could see the gesture of good will behind it. “Even if we wanted to get a pizza, Faust, the Normals are all at home cowering under their covers. There’s no one working anywhere after dark, except for maybe a couple of shops to keep the soldiers happy. If you want, maybe you and I could head out, maybe find an open pizza place, and get one for free. I have exceptional persuasion skills. Let me know if you’re interested.”
Diego turned his head toward the woman and sighed. “So what are you, exactly, Mira? A lackey and a messenger for the supposed crime boss? His little two-bit side piece that makes sure we do what we’re told?”
ACCEPTED. I can't wait till Diego and Atticus meet.
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