Vigilantes of the City
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Thread Topic: Vigilantes of the City
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Name: Victor Claudius
Superhero Name: Scarlet Ace
Power: Fire -
Name: Mislav Vuksan
Superhero Name: Ethereal Angel
Power: Light manipulation -
Mislav flexed his fingers a bit, trying hard to focus on the power he had. He didn't fully understand why it was happening, especially so late into his life, but the reality was that he was different. And now he was struggling to make an "accident" become an intentional act that he could make whenever he wanted. So far, nothing more than a flicker here and there.
"Damn it... How does this s--- even work? I know I wasn't imagining it." He let out a long sigh, growing more frustrated with each passing moment. Then suddenly, a burst of light. "s---!" Mislav jolted, flailing a bit at the pillar of light that appear and vanished instantly. Looking back down at his hands, he growled at the fact that he had some sort of power but no control over it. But even with his frustration, he kept trying until he managed to manipulate a small orb of bright light, moving it as he pleased. "It's a start I guess..." -
Victor sat on his bed, staring at his cigar. It was already lit, the tip emitting a warm glow of soft oranges and reds. He brought it up to his mouth. It hovered there, glowing, just barely against his lips. He groaned, pulling it away and staring. The match he had used just seconds before was on the floor of his trailer, black from the fire it had.
A part of him wanted to try to bring out the power that he knew he had. Well, the power he believed that he had. Fire. He hadn't thought much of it, but with each passing day, he couldn't continue to dodge the fact that he could control it. And it wasn't just controlling it, no. He could conjure it. But it was not an easy task. His flames were small little things when he could willingly bring them up, and even then, his will alone did a poor job of making the magic happen. -
Mislav continued to play with his power, moving around the little ball of light until it either faded or he became tired. Flopping back onto his bed, he stared hard at the ceiling. The dark ceiling that he could only see because of the faint moonlight that shown through his window. So he could make his powers work, but they were exhausting or limited for the time being. And very hungry.
Rubbing his growling stomach, Mislav got out of bed and went to the kitchen in his studio apartment. Though he hadn't done any real shopping recently, so his options were limited there as well. With a groan of annoyance, he grabbed his keys and wallet, slipping his shoes on and heading out the door. He always locked up before he left, the town wasn't very safe at night. Mostly petty crimes like break-ins, thefts, muggings. Little things, but still crimes none-the-less. Every now and then something bigger would happen, but no matter what the police did, it never ended. Mislav believed it never would because criminals just weren't afraid anymore. -
Victor's eyes trailed away from the cigarette, glancing over to a box that was at the foot of his bed. There was, to his slight horror, only one or two left. "s---.." he muttered, realizing that he needed to go get more. The adult went through cigarettes like children with candy. The remaining cigarettes would not be enough. Sighing, he stood from his bed, dropping his lit cigarette onto the carpeted floor. He crushed it with the heel of his shoe, stretching out his aching limbs.
He walked over to the tiny table in the corner of the room, grabbing a few wadded up bills. Victor thrust them into his back pocket, blinking back sleepiness from his eyes as he turned and made his way to his front door. He had no care for his own appearance. At the door, he paused, glancing back at the cigarette that was now scattered across the floor. Part of him wanted to see if it was going to set his trailer ablaze. It only sat there, black and dead. Shaking his head, Victor walked out the door and slammed it shut. He started to walk to the store, his hands resting behind his head. -
Hands in his pockets, Mislav briskly made his way to the convenience store, looking for something that was warm and quick to eat. All the while keeping his eyes on his surroundings. No one appeared to be out tonight, which was a good thing. He just wanted food, no trouble. And with his minimal experience with his powers, he didn't know if they'd work very well or if they'd be dangerous to normal people. If there was one thing he knew, he didn't need a homicide charge on his back for an accident caused while protecting himself. Nor did he want just anyone to know about that power. Becoming a lab rat to experimentation was also out of the question.
Mislav smiled when he finally saw the lights of the little store just down the street and hurried across before any late night drivers came by. He didn't expect anyone, but one could never be too careful. There was a man behind the counter, reading a magazine that only glanced at him when the doors slid open. Mislav nodded in his direction and hurried to look through the snacks that were neatly spread out in the small store. For once, the night seemed to rather quiet. -
The night air was cold against Victor's bare arms. He placed his hands against his skin, shivering. He could have turned right around, gotten a jacket or something, but he didn't want to search through his messes. He began to walk, making his way to the main street. It was quiet outside. Victor preferred nights like these, when the city wasn't so bustling and noisy. Even with the lights brightly lit through several stores, few people were out and about that night. He glanced up at the starry night sky, admiring its beauty. Through the city lights, it was hard to see them, but they were there. Hundreds of brightly lit stars littered the sky, shining beside the moon.
A chilly wind snapped Victor from his thoughts, reminding him that he had a purpose that wasn't star gazing. He rubbed his arms, focusing on reaching the store. He could see it from where he was- small, but welcoming. He knew many of the workers there. He wondered if they'd make fun of his smoking. Victor snorted, shaking his head. No matter what comments they made, he would never stop. The small rush he got kept him going.
As he made his way to the doors, another man passed him. He was dressed in black clothing, something common in the city. However, something about him didn't seem right. He was rushing to get in, and he kept glancing side to side, as if he was looking out for something. Victor frowned, wondering if he should try to talk to the guy. However, a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he couldn't care less what was going on with other people. He followed the man inside, wondering briefly if he should get himself a late dinner or only get what he intended to from the start. -
The young man's gaze was pulled from the instant noodles he was debating on buying when he heard the sound of the bell. He hadn't expected other people to be out at night, but it wasn't like it mattered. Though he was always suspicious of people that wandered around in all black. That usually meant they were using the dark to hide themselves, and not for good intentions.
Mislav kept his guard up but returned his gaze to the foods in front of him, whispering to himself. "Ramen, Yakisoba, Ravioli, Spaghetti... Maybe one of each..? They're all good and quick." He hummed and nodded at the decision, grabbing his favorite flavors one by one to last for a few days. He didn't always eat the healthiest, not before his grocery day, but he survived and that was what mattered. He struggled for a moment to get a few things to drink but managed, barely, and made his way towards the register.
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