Half PintNo worries! How far should we take the fight before Whip dies? I'll get a post up momentarily, but I'm going to need to go to sleep soon.
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Austin watched the clock tick by as second after second, minute after minute and hour after hour went by until finally the bell signalling the end of school echoed throughout the halls before being drowned out by the chitter chatter of relieved students. Austin waited for his friends as he did every day, before heading off to play football, or 'soccer' as his friends insisted it be called.
An hour or so later and the sun was beating down hard on the amateur football playing teens as they finished up their game of football. His friends were sweating like pigs, but Austin remained in high energy, an advantage of his power of course. He flicked the ball up over, Gerry, before heading it past Jerry straight into the goal. For once his grin was a smug one as his friends grouped together.
"I told you guys, Brits are just better at football than Americans, it's biological." His voice was laced with jest, but you could tell a part of him believed the mockery he was spouting.
"Ok, 1. It's soccer, and 2. you're Irish." Spoke Jerry, wiping his brow with his forearm.
"Northern Irish, it's different, we don't have the IRA....as much" With a few chuckles and a few jokes here or there the group disbanded, heading their separate ways home.
Austin's way home intentionally took him through some of the worst parts of town, namely alleys. Of course, a hero's duty is never over, even if he needs to conceal his powers. With a ball underarm, he turned the corner to reveal a man holding a woman by the throat at knife point while his friend rummaged around in her purse. This was going to be a tougher fight than usual, he couldn't risk his identity being revealed, and that meant keeping his powers low so as to not trigger his hair into changing colour.
He shouted
"Catch! As he threw the ball at the now turning knife bearer. The ball promptly hit him in the face and sent him tumbling to the ground as this happened Austin had already leapt over the now fallen man and sent a dropkick to the back of the other assailant. He landed with his back on the first criminal and promptly sent an elbow to his nose, knocking him unconscious. As the remaining criminal got up, he sweeped his leg and sent him face first onto a dumpster, leaving him to the same fate as his friend. Austin quickly picked up his ball and took off running home, leaving the woman bewildered but grateful.
As he closed the door to his house, Austin tossed his bag to the side, jogged into the living room and hopped onto the large, old armchair and turned on the TV. News about Beserker flashed before his eyes. Things were going fine so far, but knowing Berserker that wouldn't last long. He kept the channel on, if anything was to happen he wouldn't be late this time.
Just as he thought that, a large fist flew threw the back of the transport vehicle, before Berserker leapt out, tossed the vehicle a block away and began tearing up everything in his warpath. To say Austin was glad about this would be an exaggeration, he was just glad he could be more useful in this fight than the previous.
He got changed as quickly as Berserker escaped, and sprinted across town, leaving the familiar blue trail as he found a vantage point above Berserker. His sword in hand, he awaited his partner atop the roof of a set of flats. He was getting antsy, he didn't like acting without Shadowbird, but Berserker was really causing some damage.
An hour or so later and the sun was beating down hard on the amateur football playing teens as they finished up their game of football. His friends were sweating like pigs, but Austin remained in high energy, an advantage of his power of course. He flicked the ball up over, Gerry, before heading it past Jerry straight into the goal. For once his grin was a smug one as his friends grouped together.
"I told you guys, Brits are just better at football than Americans, it's biological." His voice was laced with jest, but you could tell a part of him believed the mockery he was spouting.
"Ok, 1. It's soccer, and 2. you're Irish." Spoke Jerry, wiping his brow with his forearm.
"Northern Irish, it's different, we don't have the IRA....as much" With a few chuckles and a few jokes here or there the group disbanded, heading their separate ways home.
Austin's way home intentionally took him through some of the worst parts of town, namely alleys. Of course, a hero's duty is never over, even if he needs to conceal his powers. With a ball underarm, he turned the corner to reveal a man holding a woman by the throat at knife point while his friend rummaged around in her purse. This was going to be a tougher fight than usual, he couldn't risk his identity being revealed, and that meant keeping his powers low so as to not trigger his hair into changing colour.
He shouted
"Catch! As he threw the ball at the now turning knife bearer. The ball promptly hit him in the face and sent him tumbling to the ground as this happened Austin had already leapt over the now fallen man and sent a dropkick to the back of the other assailant. He landed with his back on the first criminal and promptly sent an elbow to his nose, knocking him unconscious. As the remaining criminal got up, he sweeped his leg and sent him face first onto a dumpster, leaving him to the same fate as his friend. Austin quickly picked up his ball and took off running home, leaving the woman bewildered but grateful.
As he closed the door to his house, Austin tossed his bag to the side, jogged into the living room and hopped onto the large, old armchair and turned on the TV. News about Beserker flashed before his eyes. Things were going fine so far, but knowing Berserker that wouldn't last long. He kept the channel on, if anything was to happen he wouldn't be late this time.
Just as he thought that, a large fist flew threw the back of the transport vehicle, before Berserker leapt out, tossed the vehicle a block away and began tearing up everything in his warpath. To say Austin was glad about this would be an exaggeration, he was just glad he could be more useful in this fight than the previous.
He got changed as quickly as Berserker escaped, and sprinted across town, leaving the familiar blue trail as he found a vantage point above Berserker. His sword in hand, he awaited his partner atop the roof of a set of flats. He was getting antsy, he didn't like acting without Shadowbird, but Berserker was really causing some damage.
Actually, thinking about it, do you want to just have him die now? I'm going to write about Berserker escaping in this post, and I think it might be better to have him be reincarnated while ideas are still fresh in my mind.
@Xikari chan Yeah, scientists was what I was thinking too, and that ties into Ari's backstory so that's good as well. Maybe rather than having him immediately coming back as an anti-hero, he could come back as a villain and after fighting Shadowbird he'll slowly come back to the side of good, sort of like The Winter Soldier.
Ok she'll take his sword. and I don't think he goes to school after he gets resurrected.
Oh I see, so should like literally everyone think he's dead? Like even his close family and stuff? Also, is it up to me how he gets resurrected and who done it and stuff or did you have something in mind?
I think I've got enough to go on, I'll probably just write Austin doing some normal after school stuff and then a bit of crime fighting. I think maybe 1 more like super fight with shadowbird and then have him die and get resurrected? Speaking of that, I think when he dies Shadowbird should take his sword, him having it after being resurrected would just make it obvious that it's him. Also, should he act differently at school?
Whiplash grinned as Shadowbird wrapped the torn cape around his hand. The grin only grew wider as she expressed her thoughts about his failed mordhau. He scratched his neck, taking a chance to glance at the cracked watch that sat on his wrist. Lunchtime had finished a minute or so ago, and Whiplash had no excuse to leave for once.
He breathed a sigh of relief after Shadowbird took her leave first. He turned to the sheepish policeman from before, helping him lift Envy into the back of a police trucking and securing one or two, or three handcuffs around her. He did a pseudo salute before getting into a stance similar to that of an Olympic sprinter getting ready for the starting gun. As quickly as he had appeared he was gone, a blue blur streaking through the city faster than the fastest bullet.
He changed quickly after he got home. But there was still the problem of his hair and tattoos, he would have to run back to school if he wanted to make it in time, but covering up would be a problem. He but the corner of his thumb, looking around his room as if he was trying to find the holy grail.
Then it hit him. It wasn't a great plan, but it would have to do. He grabbed a baseball cap, spun it backwards and planted it on his head. He pulled on a baseball tee and some jeans before re-bandaging his hand with some proper gauze and sprinting off back to school.
It seemed that the time Austin had wasted getting changed and putting on fresh gauze had cost him 15 minutes of class time. He breathed in deeply, turning the handle of the door and stepping in, his air of confidence practically filling the room as he puffed out his chest in an effort to look taller. He made the vainest of efforts to quietly move to his desk before Mr. Drake pounced on him like a leopard.
"Mr. Savage, is there a reason why you're so late?" The question reverberated through Austin's mind as he racked up an excuse.
"Uh, I was helping an old man fix his car. It's where I got the cut" He said, raising his wounded hand. That was one of his better excuses, far better than the one about him fighting terrorists. Drake just gave him a sort of look, if he didn't have the cut it would be a surefire detention, but it seemed to serve as evidence enough. He simply made a motion with his pen before continuing the lesson. Austin sat down and rested his head in his hands as his hair slowly transitioned from blue to black under his cap.
He breathed a sigh of relief after Shadowbird took her leave first. He turned to the sheepish policeman from before, helping him lift Envy into the back of a police trucking and securing one or two, or three handcuffs around her. He did a pseudo salute before getting into a stance similar to that of an Olympic sprinter getting ready for the starting gun. As quickly as he had appeared he was gone, a blue blur streaking through the city faster than the fastest bullet.
He changed quickly after he got home. But there was still the problem of his hair and tattoos, he would have to run back to school if he wanted to make it in time, but covering up would be a problem. He but the corner of his thumb, looking around his room as if he was trying to find the holy grail.
Then it hit him. It wasn't a great plan, but it would have to do. He grabbed a baseball cap, spun it backwards and planted it on his head. He pulled on a baseball tee and some jeans before re-bandaging his hand with some proper gauze and sprinting off back to school.
It seemed that the time Austin had wasted getting changed and putting on fresh gauze had cost him 15 minutes of class time. He breathed in deeply, turning the handle of the door and stepping in, his air of confidence practically filling the room as he puffed out his chest in an effort to look taller. He made the vainest of efforts to quietly move to his desk before Mr. Drake pounced on him like a leopard.
"Mr. Savage, is there a reason why you're so late?" The question reverberated through Austin's mind as he racked up an excuse.
"Uh, I was helping an old man fix his car. It's where I got the cut" He said, raising his wounded hand. That was one of his better excuses, far better than the one about him fighting terrorists. Drake just gave him a sort of look, if he didn't have the cut it would be a surefire detention, but it seemed to serve as evidence enough. He simply made a motion with his pen before continuing the lesson. Austin sat down and rested his head in his hands as his hair slowly transitioned from blue to black under his cap.
So my plan for the cut is to have him bandage the hand, which Ari could notice if you want?
Whiplash let out a solitary laugh at the offer to be Envy's partner, scratching his upper lip with his spare hand and resting the blade of his sword on his shoulder as he got into a more relaxed stance, hooking his hand around his belt and taking a step back. His eye darted to Shadowbird as he saw her preparing to act.
"See the thing about partnerships is that they're based on mutual respect." He spoke, rather ominously. "And I've got none of that for you." Shadowbird proceeded to kick her ass and tie her up, Whiplash felt a bit left out to be honest, he liked the villains he could punch better. But this fight did raise a valid point, he'd need to invest in some sort of blunt ranged weaponry. Thoughts of boomerangs raced through his head before he came to the conclusion that he'd be better off leaving it to the more professional of the two.
Whiplash made his way over to the tied up envy, maintaining his relaxed posture as she continued to mouth off. He ran his blade along the top of his sheath before coolly sliding it in. He raised his hands and put on a mock expression before saying
"Ooh Shadowbird, please let her go! I bet she'll just walk back to prison!" The Sarcasm was obvious as the crescendo of police sirens wailed closer and closer.
Soon enough, the boys in blue secured the scene, helping their unconscious friend awake and closing off the area until Envy was dealt with. They were anxious to take her in, even while wearing gloves. And for good reason, she'd already escaped once, who's telling what she'd do in the van.
"Uh, is there anything you can do about her...y'know...power?" Spoke a young sheepish officer, gripping the holster of his gun in his palm in caution. Envy had a shark like grin on her face, practically feeding on the fear of the officers around her.
A thought ran through, Whiplash's head, as per usual not a well thought out one. He grinned to his partner, unsheathing his sword once more.
"Watch this, I saw it in a film the other night" He tossed his sword upside down in front of him, before grabbing the sword by the blade and conking Envy on the head in one swift move, knocking her unconscious. He yelped, dropping his sword as blood dripped from the crevice of a cut that now ran it's way up his right palm. It seemed that not only had Whiplash neglected to realize that in the film it was a knight wearing a gauntlet, but that accidentally gripping the sharp end of the blade probably wasn't a great idea. His sword clattered to the ground as he held his hand.
"I'll admit, not one of my better ideas, but you have admit it was cool, eh Shadow?" He asked, maintaining high spirits as he picked up and sheathed his with his non-cut hand.
"See the thing about partnerships is that they're based on mutual respect." He spoke, rather ominously. "And I've got none of that for you." Shadowbird proceeded to kick her ass and tie her up, Whiplash felt a bit left out to be honest, he liked the villains he could punch better. But this fight did raise a valid point, he'd need to invest in some sort of blunt ranged weaponry. Thoughts of boomerangs raced through his head before he came to the conclusion that he'd be better off leaving it to the more professional of the two.
Whiplash made his way over to the tied up envy, maintaining his relaxed posture as she continued to mouth off. He ran his blade along the top of his sheath before coolly sliding it in. He raised his hands and put on a mock expression before saying
"Ooh Shadowbird, please let her go! I bet she'll just walk back to prison!" The Sarcasm was obvious as the crescendo of police sirens wailed closer and closer.
Soon enough, the boys in blue secured the scene, helping their unconscious friend awake and closing off the area until Envy was dealt with. They were anxious to take her in, even while wearing gloves. And for good reason, she'd already escaped once, who's telling what she'd do in the van.
"Uh, is there anything you can do about her...y'know...power?" Spoke a young sheepish officer, gripping the holster of his gun in his palm in caution. Envy had a shark like grin on her face, practically feeding on the fear of the officers around her.
A thought ran through, Whiplash's head, as per usual not a well thought out one. He grinned to his partner, unsheathing his sword once more.
"Watch this, I saw it in a film the other night" He tossed his sword upside down in front of him, before grabbing the sword by the blade and conking Envy on the head in one swift move, knocking her unconscious. He yelped, dropping his sword as blood dripped from the crevice of a cut that now ran it's way up his right palm. It seemed that not only had Whiplash neglected to realize that in the film it was a knight wearing a gauntlet, but that accidentally gripping the sharp end of the blade probably wasn't a great idea. His sword clattered to the ground as he held his hand.
"I'll admit, not one of my better ideas, but you have admit it was cool, eh Shadow?" He asked, maintaining high spirits as he picked up and sheathed his with his non-cut hand.
@Xikari chan I suppose just keeping the plot moving, but if you'd rather envy touch one of us then I'm fine with that as well
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