The Wild West

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Macavity - Denver Alleyway

Well, it seems that Macavity can check off his good deed of the day. Feeding this homeless girl will surely bring some good fortune later on in his life, and knowing other parahumans around the city was always good for socialization. Though, her mouth being stuffed with his snacks didn't bring much of a conversation between the two, and he did feel that the two were over staying their welcome even with his powers completely masking their presence. After pacing around the alleyway for a minute, it seemed that the girl was done with her meal after a polite thanks to his rather kind actions. "You're most welcome, it's not any day one would find another parahuman in need of some help." Though, there was the problem of what to do with her after the two leave this alleyway, he doesn't really plan far ahead, and he certainly doesn't know what to do with a little girl with his line of profession. Well, he will just wing it like normally, after the phone call the future Macavity will have to deal with the problem than present Macavity.

So, as the girl started to dial on the disposable phone, he moved to lean on a wall parallel to where she was currently seated. It would be good to keep a positive attitude on her guardian's status, but in his gut knew what had happened to them after the incident with the Bratva. Still, it wasn't like her parents were going to anwser the phone with their last dying breath, he still had time to let it down gently after she calms down from the situation at hand. Though, the girl's expression wasn't the best after she informed him that she would be dialing more numbers, it was futile but Macavity wouldn't say no to these attempts of contacting her family. However, he would soon realize that letting her continue these attempts would lead into a very uncomfortable situation.

It did not take long before he noticed her face quickly becoming pale, "Oh shit." Macavity muttered under his breath, it seemed that she had more numbers to call rather than just the family's phone numbers. The following attempts afterwards only made him more uncomfortable, he rubbed the back of his neck and was dreading this quite horrendously sad scene. I mean, could anyone feel normal watching a little girl bawling in some dark alleyway? No. It was just becoming very awkward for the thief, the most time he had spent with a child was his own childhood! He didn't know what to do, he didn't ask for this! All he wanted to do was steal some quality goods from a dangerous mafia! Not the goods cry about their recently dead family! This entire thing was starting to spiral out of his control quickly, though it was all stopped by which the girl stood up and asked him a question. He stood around for those few moments, shifting his weight around the legs as he tried to determine what to say after the things someone like her had just experienced. Nothing was coming to him at the moment... Aw fuck it, just wing it.

"Uh... Look, kid. I mean, I can't decide that for you. You got to figure that out for yourself, but if you want you can follow me to somewhere I know you can think for awhile. It's hidden so it can protect you for the time being, you can also eat some better stuff and rest. That's all I can really provide you, can't really do much else but give my condolences." Macavity sighed, it was her choice to follow him or leave, but it would leave a bad taste in his mouth if he just left her without trying to offer her some more help.

Arsenal - Denver Streets

Escaping was his main priority as Arsenal was briskly walking away from the scene of crime, but it seemed that some people had something else for the villain. Three people were crossing the street after him, he couldn't make another big scene as law enforcement were rather quite near after his earlier fight. Still, it didn't take too long before the three had stopped the teen in his tracks. He was unable to continue acting in his brash manner, so the boy glared at all three as he waited silently for the trio to make their move.

However, their motive soon showed that they didn't want to kill him, but rather offer him something? A proposal is what the strangely dressed person had announced, and later confirmed by the young adult. The words were quite ambiguous for his taste, but something in his gut was telling him to trust these folk. Sadly, that gut feeling was rather Chatterbox's power working quite effectively on the teenager. Glancing to the rather menacing man to his side, Arsenal finally broke his silence to to the strange trio. "Well I don't got all day, get with it."

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

Kritch - Highway To Hell... 's Prison

Oh... How low Kritch has sunk in the past three years of his miserable life. Living among trash, surviving off scraps, and spying on people has brought him down to his supposed lowest point. However, little did he know that in his life he would find that there is actually a time in which that point would go even lower.

The paranoid rat was following a few paces behind the group, Kritch was slouched as always while he rubbed those two ugly hands together, his eyes scanning the area around him and his "teammates". These supposed teammates consisting of actually some of worst people in the hell-hole! A drunk belligerent brute that can't form a coherent thought for more than three seconds, a literal cloud of toxins and poisons that is acting rather suspicious with that buddy-buddy act, and the towering Cambion that is known for his horrible acts in Hell! In Hell! These people were the most dangerous to his safety and well being, Kritch put those three in high alert for most likely to maim or injure him on purpose or accident. Though the rest of the group? They were rather forgettable. The stoic knight, the child with a teddy bear, and that weird crab thing tagging along in the breakout. These three didn't stick out too much similar to himself, but still needed to keep an eye and high distrust on them for even the most unlikely person could be the person to actually betray him. Though, even with all of that, Kritch continued to follow the group ahead. Even if he couldn't trust anyone, the pay off of this mission was just too tantalizing for the rat. The prospect of escaping Hell itself... Too good to pass up, though Kritch was having second thoughts as the group had finally made it to their destination.

Kritch carefully scratched his tough skin, he was quite intimidated by the size of the place even though it was only a standard structure to normal beings. The rat didn't know if he could be sneaky enough to infiltrate such a heavily defended site, and the idea of the punishment for sneaking into prison wasn't the cleanest. Kritch sighed to himself, he reminded himself of the rewards ahead before the stoic knight piled some equipment onto himself. He gave some instructions to save this Betty with the strange object, and soon looked away from the group that were soon chiming in their own ideas. The drunk of course was mostly ignored by Kritch, the shifty ass cloud gave in their own two-cents trying to improve the already highly dangerous plan, and the child later added in some useless questions and ideas to the conversation. "Bah! Child-thing no work use for me! Smashed broke body too useless. I dash sneak into building by self to save rescue lizard-thing. Rest do whatever gas-thing said." Kritch announced, as he strapped on the tent to his back by tearing up long pieces of his useless cloth clothes. Kritch was actually going to agree with this plan as he could trust at least one thing of this group, that they could be dangerous. Their blood thirsty actions could easily hide the sneaking rat in the background, and that would mean a safer time to sneak around the complex. He just needed to wait for the distraction to make his break-in, if the group did their job Kritch should have a fairly easy time locating and rescuing Betty with the Dataslab that the Barkeep had given him. Though, that was only if everyone did their job with no screw-ups, but with this group it was obvious that something was going to go wrong on either end.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Flint Dunigan - Frenzy Plant Camp

Flint nodded to the small remark regarding to one of his arms, they weren’t the most beautiful things out there, but it did its job without much of a hitch as it was one of the very few things he could rely on those dire situations. Though, something strange did occur once Argus soon burst out in laughter after he had finished speaking. Sure, the ending was meant to be just a bit of humorous, but it wasn’t meant to make someone burst out laughing like this person was doing at the very moment. Flint shifted from his leaning position to get a better look on Argus, cigarette ash crumbling away into the wind as the cowboy found himself quite befuddled though his face only conveyed it through the slight squint of his eyes.

It didn’t take too long before the laughter subsided from Argus, though the grin on his face still seemed to convey that something else was meant to be said after the laughter. Flint waited silently until he was ready to talk once again, and soon found Argus discussing his failures of his actions and attitude from the past four days. It did look like the young man had quite a plethora of ill-deeds in that short amount of time, but he did seem to be remorseful of those actions to an extent. Flint waited until he was finished as he continued to smoke over Argus and went back to looking to the sky.

“A little rebel-rouser ain’t you?” Flint said grinning, moving back to the original posture before the laughter, “Well, I can’t say I was too much different a few years back. It was fun for the time for sure, no arguing against that, but you seem to lose the taste of it when no one else around you is laughing.” Flint soon threw his half-finished cigarette onto the ground, stomping on the smolders of the remains before going back to his musings. “You try to right some wrongs, but in the end the damage has already been done. Nothing much else is left in the past but mistakes, so why not make the future a time of something you can enjoy rather than regret?” As Flint finished with his little spiel, he wasn’t actually too sure why he was giving out this type of talk. It might have been that Argus reminded himself of the past, trying his own way to nudge him into the right direction before his time was too late. Well, it didn’t much matter in the end as this person had their own life to continue in their own way, but it would be nice if the words left some impression on the younger.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Flint Dunigan - Frenzy Plant Camp

Flint nodded to the advice Argus had given to the man, it was true that this guild seemed different from the more rambunctious guilds that dotted the landscape. It was also quite nice to hear that Flint could leave the guild at anytime rather than just signing away his life to this militarized organization. He had thoughts since he didn't exactly know much of their inner workings and Flint never really bothered to learn much about them because of his disinterest until meeting this particular guild. So with this news, the cowboy soon outstretched his arms outside of the confines of the poncho revealing a cigar within one of his robotic hands. Lighting the cigar with a tiny magical seal of fire from the other hand, he removed his bandanna before taking in those few blissful puffs of smoke. Flint soon found himself staring at the sky with Argus, enjoying the silence with the fellow until finally giving his thoughts to the new found guildmate.

"Yep, they do seem like a reliable bunch of people. I can also see from the amount of damage you had taken in the fight that you had put a good amount of trust in your allies to finish the job even with your problems," Flint said, letting out a stream of smoke exit his lips, "I can't say I've met too many people that I can rely on as much, so let me see you make a good impression when the time ever comes." Flint lightly grinned at the sound of the request before finding himself relaxing with the stranger, the two aiming their stares into the sky above, each lost in their own thoughts.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Flint Dunigan - Frenzy Plant Camp

Well, at least it didn't seem that the Argus fellow disliked him for his rather regular act of the lone bounty hunter. It was just quite hard to revert back to his old ways when things were once fine in his life, but now Flint is just some person that would rather not be named while on his lonesome travels of blood and money. The Argus fellow seemed a bit strange in his own manner with his rather devilish appearance, but the mage soon directed his attention to the town of Belka and the past engagement that had followed yesterday. He also questioned him on entering the guild as well, it seemed that he is getting to the point rather quickly, Flint liked that in a conversation. "Yeah, I was apart of that conflict here, I'd say that I didn't too much to the beast though compared to the rest of your folk," Flint answered, his gaze looking over the still camp morning, "And to answer the later, yes, I'll be joining for the time being. Though, can't say for sure I'd want to spend my entire life with y'all in this little guild, no offense, just want to keep my options open 'cause I can't be burning all my bridges at such a prime age."

It seemed that Flint wanted to see if the guild life would suit his taste, the guild leader did seem to make his point rather tantalizing to the bounty hunter, but in the end just wanted to see if he could get along with others before dismissing the idea of working with groups rather than working alone. And so it seemed that it was this guild that would perfectly suit his needs as it both provided him steady jobs in this foreign environment and followed most of his beliefs in contrast to other previous guilds that Flint had encountered throughout his life. "So, Argus, what's your take on this here guild? Can't say I know too much about these people here, and it seems that your a regular in this here establishment." Flint questioned, watching Argus lie on the ground to ease the pains of the damaged body.

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

The Odd Man-Rat Out

Kritch

Appearance: Standing to the full height of 5'1" but regularly slouching to the height of 4'6", Kritch's smaller than average height is used to his advantage within the degregated hellscape. Kritch has patchy black fur that barely covers his grotesque muscular bipedal rat body, his beady red eyes constantly run over his surroundings, and his malformed hands and feet are to fit those giant razor sharp claws. Kritch's molars and incisors are also formed to be as sharp as knives, and at all times ready to cleave through flesh for the regular greedy mouth of the rat. Lastly, his clothes are made up of torn rags that cover his body to a good degree, managing to keep most of his body covered in weak cloth but allowing his movements to be completely free for his erratic move set.

Gender: Incubic

Personality: Constantly on the verge of breaking down to his primal instincts, Kritch finds himself at all times in a rather irritated mood, and will most likely bite anyone that would get too close to him. So, normally, you can find him being rather fidgety and suspicious of almost everything that surrounds the demon, and especially on people that he is told to trust.

Greatest Sin: Envy, ignoring the fact that gluttony and greed are almost on the verge of controlling the small-minded rat, envy is the sin that Kritch feels the most whenever he sees any living being. The struggle to suppress his very instincts are hard enough, but watching creatures able to fully act in whatever way they want without any hardships at all has made the rat green with envy.

Motivation: Kritch believes that if he gets out of hell, away from his race of disgusting creatures that he calls family, he can will himself to rid the constant urge to murder everything around him without any influence from where he was born. He wants to be away from the mentality of his race and birth place and turn into something that he can call just himself rather than labeled as some rat fighting against their blood.

Biography: Born in hell, Kritch was made as small units of demons to serve one of the higher ranking rat demons for their various purposes as either extra food, slaves, or used as disposable soldiers. Kritch for some strange reason was created accidentally with a higher sense of intellect compared to the rest of his kin. Maybe it was some divine punishment or intervention when it came to morphing his body, but for some reason he could have something more than just the regular basic mindset of following orders blindly and surviving off basic instincts. Kritch hid this fact from his superiors, allowing someone like him as smart as his masters would end his life fairly early by being ordered to be eaten by his own kin. So, he bided his time, allowing himself to mask his presence within the countless other small-minded rodents and deducing his escape against his supposed "superior" masters.

It wasn't too hard for Kritch to escape, most masters assume that they have complete control over their slaves, but all Kritch had to do is wait until most were either sleeping or fighting amongst each other. However, the problem with straying away from the swarm was that he was now just a weak starving rat that was all alone in the hellscape. It was hard to survive, but he knew that he wouldn't stoop so low as to survive off the basic instincts that would mindlessly control his life. So, stubbornly, Kritch survived on the scraps of other demons, but kept his sense of dignity to not revert back to his basic form. He trained and taught himself to act as a hidden agent, his movements faster than most demons and his small size able to easily hide himself in most situations. Kritch found himself living amongst the street rats, but it was better than being a mindless slave to his greedy masters.

This situation lasted for around three years, his body well-tuned and his instincts top notch to survive most stray encounters with other creatures that roam the land. He had even taught himself some magic, basic magic, but none the less another added skill to survive and strengthen himself in the harsh landscape. He had accepted his fate, stubbornly going against his will of his mind and would rather survive and die on his own terms. Though, this didn’t mean that Kritch found himself envious of the denizens of hell, he yearned for their lives of simplicity that they continue without even struggling against fighting their very nature. After years of looking upon strangers in the shadows, he soon turned bitter against these unknowing people, finding that these races take their lives for granted in not knowing the hardships of some that have to face for their entire life. This bitter resentment corrupted his soul as he soon found himself angry, suspicious, and generally a rather rude attitude to all around him.

Skills: Agile, fast, and small, Kritch finds himself able to climb and scurry against all forms of obstacles that is in his way. He is also able to easily shroud himself in shadows, and able to hide his sound as well on those rather quiet days to avoid alert. Also, his claws and teeth are able to slice through flesh rather easily, though tougher muscles and skin can still be injured rather than the neat cleave that is normally done to regular flesh.

Spell List

• Skitterleap - In small distances, Kritch is able turn into smoke and travel at blurring speeds to appear in another location, he soon reappears in his physical form.

Gear: In self-defense, Kritch finds himself holding two sturdy weapons to defend his life. These weapons include a poisoned dagger meant to paralyze the body with a gruesome punching dagger to deal lethal punches to anyone that would come at him in a aggressive manner without any escape for the rat. The rest is the raged cloth that adorns his body, simply just two weapons and some clothing.

Theme Song:

Hellscapers! [The Divine Comedy Roadtrip Movie]

The Odd Rat Out

Kritch

Appearance: Standing to the full height of 5'1" but regularly slouching to the height of 4'6", Kritch's smaller than average height is used to his advantage within the degregated hellscape. Kritch has patchy black fur that barely covers his grotesque muscular bipedal rat body, his beady red eyes constantly run over his surroundings, and his malformed hands and feet are to fit those giant razor sharp claws. Kritch's molars and incisors are also formed to be as sharp as knives, and at all times ready to cleave through flesh for the regular greedy mouth of the rat. Lastly, his clothes are made up of torn rags that cover his body to a good degree, managing to keep most of his body covered in weak cloth but allowing his movements to be completely free for his erratic move set.

Gender: Incubic

Personality: Constantly on the verge of breaking down to his primal instincts, Kritch finds himself at all times in a rather irritated mood, and will most likely bite anyone that would get too close to him. So, normally, you can find him being rather fidgety and suspicious of almost everything that surrounds the demon, and especially on people that he is told to trust.

Greatest Sin: Envy, ignoring the fact that gluttony and greed are almost on the verge of controlling the small-minded rat, envy is the sin that Kritch feels the most whenever he sees any living being. The struggle to suppress his very instincts are hard enough, but watching creatures able to fully act in whatever way they want without any hardships at all has made the rat green with envy.

Motivation: Kritch believes that if he gets out of hell, away from his race of disgusting creatures that he calls family, he can will himself to rid the constant urge to murder everything around him without any influence from where he was born. He wants to be away from the mentality of his race and birth place and turn into something that he can call just himself rather than labeled as some rat fighting against their blood.

Biography: Born in hell, Kritch was made as small units of demons to serve one of the higher ranking rat demons for their various purposes as either extra food, slaves, or used as disposable soldiers. Kritch for some strange reason was created accidentally with a higher sense of intellect compared to the rest of his kin. Maybe it was some divine punishment or intervention when it came to morphing his body, but for some reason he could have something more than just the regular basic mindset of following orders blindly and surviving off basic instincts. Kritch hid this fact from his superiors, allowing someone like him as smart as his masters would end his life fairly early by being ordered to be eaten by his own kin. So, he bided his time, allowing himself to mask his presence within the countless other small-minded rodents and deducing his escape against his supposed "superior" masters.

It wasn't too hard for Kritch to escape, most masters assume that they have complete control over their slaves, but all Kritch had to do is wait until most were either sleeping or fighting amongst each other. However, the problem with straying away from the swarm was that he was now just a weak starving rat that was all alone in the hellscape. It was hard to survive, but he knew that he wouldn't stoop so low as to survive off the basic instincts that would mindlessly control his life. So, stubbornly, Kritch survived on the scraps of other demons, but kept his sense of dignity to not revert back to his basic form. He trained and taught himself to act as a hidden agent, his movements faster than most demons and his small size able to easily hide himself in most situations. Kritch found himself living amongst the street rats, but it was better than being a mindless slave to his greedy masters.

This situation lasted for around three years, his body well-tuned and his instincts top notch to survive most stray encounters with other creatures that roam the land. He had even taught himself some magic, basic magic, but none the less another added skill to survive and strengthen himself in the harsh landscape. He had accepted his fate, stubbornly going against his will of his mind and would rather survive and die on his own terms. Though, this didn’t mean that Kritch found himself envious of the denizens of hell, he yearned for their lives of simplicity that they continue without even struggling against fighting their very nature. After years of looking upon strangers in the shadows, he soon turned bitter against these unknowing people, finding that these races take their lives for granted in not knowing the hardships of some that have to face for their entire life. This bitter resentment corrupted his soul as he soon found himself angry, suspicious, and generally a rather rude attitude to all around him.

Skills: Agile, fast, and small, Kritch finds himself able to climb and scurry against all forms of obstacles that is in his way. He is also able to easily shroud himself in shadows, and able to hide his sound as well on those rather quiet days to avoid alert. Also, his claws and teeth are able to slice through flesh rather easily, though tougher muscles and skin can still be injured rather than the neat cleave that is normally done to regular flesh.

Spell List

• Skitterleap - In small distances, Kritch is able to teleport around in a poof of smoke and reappear any location that he is able to visibly locate.

Gear: In self-defense, Kritch finds himself holding two sturdy weapons to defend his life. These weapons include a poisoned dagger meant to paralyze the body with a gruesome punching dagger to deal lethal punches to anyone that would come at him in a aggressive manner without any escape for the rat. The rest is the raged cloth that adorns his body, simply just two weapons and some clothing.

Theme Song:

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Flint Dunigan - Frenzy Plant Camp

Taking only a few steps away from his tent, he could already feel someone's eyes staring at the back of his head. Well, it wouldn't be normal if people weren't staring at the strangely dressed mage in their campsite. Ignoring those eyes for the time being, he started to pack up his small living quarters with his horse soon moving to his side as the animal caught sight of their master. Flint was only just about to fold the tent together before the closing eyes started to say some words to the stranger, he expected them to be some sort of high ranking individual or the guild master themselves, but it seemed that their very informal words was someone of the common core of the guild. He paused for a moment after their words, taking a short glance at the stranger behind him before getting back into packing up the small tent. In that quick glance it seemed that the person had been heavily damaged during the previous fight with the pained stance of the body and a staff holding up their weight for the damaged figure. The look in his eyes suggested that he was in some pain, most likely from the fatigue of the fight with the wounds sustained as well, but they also hinted towards the slight distrust of the man as well. He wasn't too sure in how to interact with the fellow, small talk wasn't really his forte but ignoring him wasn't going to help either in this case to "build" relations with other mages within Frenzy Plant.

Finishing up with a tightly packaged tent, he walked over to his horse inserting the tent onto the crowded saddle before finally acknowledging the presence of the most likely impatient stranger. "Nothing much is up, I'm just packing away for myself," Flint said, his normally gruff attitude coming onto a disadvantage in the conversation. After a short silence, he soon turned around to face the guild mage and nodded to the man, "The name's Flint, and... it's nice to meet you."

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Macavity - Denver Alley

Watching her take the drink without any heinous injuries inflicted upon himself relived the thief quite heavily, it seemed that he could relax just a slightly bit more without worrying about her power freezing the man without an indefinite time limit on that freezing. Though, as she chugged down the drink like a champ, the little bottle didn't seem to fully quench her thirst as the signs of fatigue was still etched into the eyes of the girl. He wondered how long she was trapped in that futuristic pod, there was also the fact of who she was as that girl could be some rampaging murderer trapped by the Bratva to use for their nefarious purposes. Or maybe she could be just some unlucky person found by the Bratva at the wrong place and time. Macavity shrugged to himself, it didn't exactly matter at the moment as he didn't detect any blood lust from the individual and also stealing live parahuman cargo from the Bratva seemed exciting enough compared to immobile and heavy pieces of priceless artworks.

Macavity found himself lost in thought for a bit longer than he had intended, that only ended when the girl suddenly outstretched her arm towards him, staring desperately at the remaining food within his hands. "Ah, you want the rest of this complete meal? Well, can't really deny a healthy snack time for a growing child." Macavity said, walking towards her placing the last two food pieces within her arms reach, "Though, I wouldn't have started with the drink as getting rid of the muffin from your mouth can be quite a hassle without a drink to wash it all away." Placing the food within her outstretched hand, the mysterious little abductee finally started to talk without any threatening involved in her sentence which was a good sign that he was starting to gain her trust.

"Oh? Chicago is quite a way from where we are at the moment," Macavity stated, "That is a good... 1000 mile drive away from there to Denver." Continuing to listen to the story, Macavity wasn't too sure about the validity of the theory of her being an evil monster of destruction, but rather the latter theory of her just being in the wrong place and time. By the end, it seemed that she wanted something else of the thief rather than just the food, she wanted a phone. He could only assume that her objective was to obviously call someone important to her after the whole situation that she had found herself inside. The only people that this unassuming girl could make would be her guardians from her pre-abduction life. Macavity shot a glance at his tote bag for a moment, he did have a phone on him, but wasn't too sure to give the device to the girl. It wasn't in spite of her or anything, but from the stories that he had heard himself about the Bratva in shady areas, it was that they didn't leave many loose ends in their day-to-day operations. Well... What harm could it be? The worst case scenario is that her guardians are dead and they don't anwser the phone to their desperate daughter trying to contact her only family. Ok, that sounds just a tiny bit harsh but at least her rampage wouldn't start with himself right next to the source of that said rampage. "Yeah, I think I have something like that for you, hang on tight," Macavity said, reaching into his tote bag once again.

Rummaging through his things, Macavity ignored the passing white van and was completely unaware to the fact of the flying villain searching for the two invisible individuals, but he had finally found the device in the unorganized tote bag. "Here we are! Found that..." Macavity stopped, watching her freeze in place with a look of fear. He quickly turned his head around the empty alleyway to find nothing of the sort around the two, and he cocked his head at the frozen girl. "Huh... Maybe it has something to do with her powers?" Macavity mumbled to himself, watching her inside of that frozen state until her eyes started to rapidly blink while heaving out a large sigh. After that, she seemed to go on about her life after the life altering event, and he was sure that after being kidnapped from the Bratva, some things in her life were definitely going to change for most likely the worse. "Uh... Look, I'm not that great with these kind of things, but just know that when life seems to push you down doesn't mean that you just have to sit down and take it," Macavity stated, giving his profound wisdom to the child that will most likely have a severely messed up childhood for the rest of her life. "So, you just got to look at the good little things in life to get you going through the slog," Macavity said, handing over the disposable phone over to the stranger, "Like this for example."

Arsenal - Denver Streets

Escaping from the crime scene, he pushed away the swarming crowds wanting to know the situation that had happened in the destroyed alleyway. He was sure that no one had seen him escape from the crime scene, excluding from the mystery kid and that annoying cape known as Necro. As Arsenal pushed against the crowd, he was actually slightly relived that he didn't go with the plan of assaulting the home base of the PRT with the pitiful amount of weapons that he had upon his body. Sure, it could mow down just about any normal army of regular humans, but it was seen that he couldn't even kill just one single parahuman that he had both surprised and had even a number advantage against the guy! He would have to upgrade his body further if he ever wanted to fight with the big leagues, he had underestimated the power of parahumans thinking that they would just fall under his unstoppable hail of bullets, but even his partner literally had stopped the bullets in their tracks with his rather powerful superhuman ability. He sighed to himself, he was going to need a base of operations with a steady source of income to maintain his arsenal of weapons with added upgrades to the weapon cache in his body.

Pushing his way out of the crowd, finally managing to shove his way out of the sea of civilians wanting to see the scene of battle. Arsenal was still lost in thought to his latest "victory" and the future prospects of his goal, and didn't seem to notice the odd trio walking on the adjacent side of the road. Still briskly walking, trying to avoid attention as much as a tall sombrero and poncho wearing human could possibly achieve. Though, it would be quite obvious to the group searching for the individual to spot him across the street, though it would be dangerous to single him out of the crowd as he tried to dodge attention from the murmuring crowds of curious people wanting to know the situation at the alleyway further down the road.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Flint Dunigan - Belka Graveyard to Frenzy Plant Camp (Yesterday)

Turning his sight back onto the battlefield of exhausted warriors, he surveyed the land for the various destroyed sections of the area that had been sustained during the big fight. The task was actually quite hard, he wasn't sure what was already broken prior to the defeat as the entire town seemed a bit run down in the beginning, but it seemed that the guild did good against collateral against the big hulking beast. Flint sighed in relief of the news, destroying property was the fastest way to find the bounty hunter on his bad side, but it seemed that everything would be in good hands with this strange guild. So, just as he was about to get upon his horse to ride away from this mess of a town, a certain voice seemed to be talking to the cowboy. Holding the reins of his horse, he turned around to find the old man who had spurred the guild and himself to fight against the great beast. To be honest, he seemed more impressive on the battlefield than anything else, but it seemed that he was just some average old man. So as the stranger finished apprising Flint, and the cowboy finished listening to the supposed leader of the guild, he found that their various activities had similarities with the various jobs that he had done throughout the years. Maybe it was something else that stirred with himself, but Flint nodded towards the old man as he hurled himself up onto his horse with a inquisitive look on the stranger. "I'll see if I have the time," Flint said, trotting his horse away from the scene of battle to retrieve the equipment at the tavern that he had embarrassingly left in the rush to get the graveyard.

An hour or two had passed, Flint had all of his equipment strapped on his means of transportation and the surge of civilians plaguing the streets has died down just enough for himself to pass through the crowd. He didn't know exactly the reason for his appearance at the camp, but maybe it was just that curiosity had gotten the better of him. The crowd of mages seemed to have instantly dozed off from their exhaustion before setting up their base of operations. Really, it was just three people awake in the area being himself, a supposed friendly undead mage, and the leader of the guild. It was quite obvious what he was trying to do for the two, he wanted to recruit them into their guild for the purpose of making themselves stronger against the rest that was spread across the world. This wasn't the first time that he had been asked to join groups of mages, but it was the first time that Flint hadn't immediately answered with a quick negative on the offer. He was actually interested in the guild, that was for sure, but he wasn't too keen on the idea of spending the rest of his life with these mages. However, it would only be a matter of time before Flint would find himself in a situation where he had bitten more than he could chew. It was strange trying to think of reasons on why he should stay or go, but Flint would use the advice given by the guild master to sleep on the heavy decision. He didn't like being this unsure, but maybe in the morning he would find his answer. Constructing and entering his small tent made for one, he rested his body for the next day to come.

Flint Dunigan - Frenzy Plant Camp (Present)

Yesterday went away, and soon a new day started as Flint raised from his sleep. His rest wasn't the best compared to that of a bed, but it would do as Flint himself didn't expend too much energy from yesterday. Though, he still had the problem of deciding if he should stay with this guild or ride away to stay as a lone hunter. He still disliked the idea of spending his entire life with this group of soldiers, but they are also the most likely to be the only people that he would find tolerable to personally work with himself for long periods of time. Flint slowly got out of his tent, fending himself from the early morning rays and he soon knew what decision he was going to go with when asked later in the day.