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OK, so its been a while, but my love, my life, my muse is at it again. So, I had to add my two cents to the current ongoing story.
Fandom: City of Villains
Characters: Deepstryker, Harrly
Word Count: 972
Warnings: None really, just one little slip
I continue from Shewolfe's story here
The Date
By the time he hit the ground below his apartment, the unused office that he “borrowed” from Aeon Corp, his stealth field was active. His legs absorbed the impact of the thousand foot fall with barely a hydraulic hiss.
On the ground, he slipped into an alley and, behind a dumpster, activated the “Golden Bus Stop” that had been loaned to him by the Menders in Ouroboros. It was supposed to be used only by the Menders' agents on missions to repair the time stream, but he figured that he had done enough for the time wardens that they would not mind.
“Besides,” he thought with a wry chuckle, “I'll just backtrack a few minutes and it will be all good. They can't protest if I use it that way.”
He emerged from the time portal into the disturbingly bright light of the Menders' pocket universe and turned quickly to reset the portal to take him back a few minutes.
In Nerva, he activated the tracking devise in the phone that he had given to Harrly. It was one of only three that he had given to his friends that had the number to his apartment. That girl had an uncanny knack for getting lost. It was virtually impossible to find her if she didn't want to be found. As it was, the blip on his heads-up display flickered and was hard to lock down. Damn, she must really be upset.
It was raining. One of those freaky torrential things. Good. Stryker loved the rain. Rain is a stalker's friend. It hides the sounds of movement and it keeps guards' heads down. Sentries are just less aware of what is going on around them when they are focused on their own misery.
Stryker tracked Harrly's phone out into the sea. Damn, girl. What are you doing way out here?
He found her on a jut of rock huddled under a tree. She was soaked to the bone by the rain. The red silk of her blouse clung to her like the spandex of her usual working outfit. Her hair hung in limp wet ropes across her face. Her feet were bare, bloody, and muddy. She was sobbing into her hands. As he approached her, he heard her sobbing intensify and her shoulders shook with renewed vigor.
Stay where you are, Harrly. I'm coming. He heard his own voice coming from the phone's speaker as he reached out to touch her shoulder.
The instant that he touched her, she spun into his arms, pressing her face into his chest and bawling.
“Harrly? Are you OK? Are you hurt? Are you injured?” Unsure of what he was supposed to do with a shivering, sobbing, slip of a soaked little stalker, Stryker wrapped his arms around her. Not seeing any apparent injuries, he started to rub the girl across the shoulders and back to warm her up. After a few moments the sobbing eased.
“Oh, Stryker! It...it... was supposed to be per...perfect,” she cried into his shoulder.
“What...?”
“And...and he is SO perfect!” Another sob.
Who's perfect? What is she going on about?
“I...I...mea...mean, I...I know i...it was only coffeeeee....
OK. Someone was going to take her out to coffee. Check. Not a mission. Not a job gone bad. Check. Wait. Coffee? Coffee! Some idiot was going to feed Harrly coffee?
“It...it was going to be so perfect. But it was hor...horrible! H...he was there in the sh...shop. And he was smiling. Smiling at m...me! A..and he w...wanted to be w...with me!
A date? Could someone have been taking her out? That's what this is about?
“B...but then I...it h...happened. And I ran. I couldn't stay there. Not any more. Not after what happened. It was terrible. And I couldn't look at him.”
But something went wrong.
“I didn't want to see the look on his face. And my clothes. The nice clothes that Hacker helped me pick. And all the work that her Bot did on my face and hair. Ruined. All of it ruined. It was so horrid and terrible and horrendous.
Someone did something to ruin her date? Who? And what?
“But it was supposed to be perfect. But it wasn't. Not anymore. I couldn't stay there. So, I ran. And I ran. And I came out here. I couldn't be near him. And I called you. And you came.......”
“OK, ok. Calm down. Let's get you home, dried and changed.” He interrupted.
“B..but I c...can't g...go back!” The sobs threatened to start again.”HE's there. I can't see him. Not now!”
Who's there?...Hold on. A date. Someone perfect. Something went wrong. And he was smiling about it. That little SOB. After all this time, he couldn't take it anymore, and he did it. He actually did it.
“Hold on. Don't worry. Let me get you home and I'll take care of it.” Stryker activated yet another portal device, and with a half-step, pulled Harrly through into the team's hidden base.
Within minutes, he had the girl wrapped up in a huge terry cloth robe and settled into her bed. He locked her door behind him as he left.
Stryker stalked his way through the base. He had to think about this. One on one, the guy was no match for him. There weren't very many who were. But he always had all of those punks with him, and they could take him down with numbers. Besides, Darkfire frowned heavily on violence in the base.
I left the end open so that Laridian, if she wishes, can pick up with the actual encounter/face-off
Fandom: City of Villains
Characters: Deepstryker, Harrly
Word Count: 972
Warnings: None really, just one little slip
I continue from Shewolfe's story here
The Date
By the time he hit the ground below his apartment, the unused office that he “borrowed” from Aeon Corp, his stealth field was active. His legs absorbed the impact of the thousand foot fall with barely a hydraulic hiss.
On the ground, he slipped into an alley and, behind a dumpster, activated the “Golden Bus Stop” that had been loaned to him by the Menders in Ouroboros. It was supposed to be used only by the Menders' agents on missions to repair the time stream, but he figured that he had done enough for the time wardens that they would not mind.
“Besides,” he thought with a wry chuckle, “I'll just backtrack a few minutes and it will be all good. They can't protest if I use it that way.”
He emerged from the time portal into the disturbingly bright light of the Menders' pocket universe and turned quickly to reset the portal to take him back a few minutes.
In Nerva, he activated the tracking devise in the phone that he had given to Harrly. It was one of only three that he had given to his friends that had the number to his apartment. That girl had an uncanny knack for getting lost. It was virtually impossible to find her if she didn't want to be found. As it was, the blip on his heads-up display flickered and was hard to lock down. Damn, she must really be upset.
It was raining. One of those freaky torrential things. Good. Stryker loved the rain. Rain is a stalker's friend. It hides the sounds of movement and it keeps guards' heads down. Sentries are just less aware of what is going on around them when they are focused on their own misery.
Stryker tracked Harrly's phone out into the sea. Damn, girl. What are you doing way out here?
He found her on a jut of rock huddled under a tree. She was soaked to the bone by the rain. The red silk of her blouse clung to her like the spandex of her usual working outfit. Her hair hung in limp wet ropes across her face. Her feet were bare, bloody, and muddy. She was sobbing into her hands. As he approached her, he heard her sobbing intensify and her shoulders shook with renewed vigor.
Stay where you are, Harrly. I'm coming. He heard his own voice coming from the phone's speaker as he reached out to touch her shoulder.
The instant that he touched her, she spun into his arms, pressing her face into his chest and bawling.
“Harrly? Are you OK? Are you hurt? Are you injured?” Unsure of what he was supposed to do with a shivering, sobbing, slip of a soaked little stalker, Stryker wrapped his arms around her. Not seeing any apparent injuries, he started to rub the girl across the shoulders and back to warm her up. After a few moments the sobbing eased.
“Oh, Stryker! It...it... was supposed to be per...perfect,” she cried into his shoulder.
“What...?”
“And...and he is SO perfect!” Another sob.
Who's perfect? What is she going on about?
“I...I...mea...mean, I...I know i...it was only coffeeeee....
OK. Someone was going to take her out to coffee. Check. Not a mission. Not a job gone bad. Check. Wait. Coffee? Coffee! Some idiot was going to feed Harrly coffee?
“It...it was going to be so perfect. But it was hor...horrible! H...he was there in the sh...shop. And he was smiling. Smiling at m...me! A..and he w...wanted to be w...with me!
A date? Could someone have been taking her out? That's what this is about?
“B...but then I...it h...happened. And I ran. I couldn't stay there. Not any more. Not after what happened. It was terrible. And I couldn't look at him.”
But something went wrong.
“I didn't want to see the look on his face. And my clothes. The nice clothes that Hacker helped me pick. And all the work that her Bot did on my face and hair. Ruined. All of it ruined. It was so horrid and terrible and horrendous.
Someone did something to ruin her date? Who? And what?
“But it was supposed to be perfect. But it wasn't. Not anymore. I couldn't stay there. So, I ran. And I ran. And I came out here. I couldn't be near him. And I called you. And you came.......”
“OK, ok. Calm down. Let's get you home, dried and changed.” He interrupted.
“B..but I c...can't g...go back!” The sobs threatened to start again.”HE's there. I can't see him. Not now!”
Who's there?...Hold on. A date. Someone perfect. Something went wrong. And he was smiling about it. That little SOB. After all this time, he couldn't take it anymore, and he did it. He actually did it.
“Hold on. Don't worry. Let me get you home and I'll take care of it.” Stryker activated yet another portal device, and with a half-step, pulled Harrly through into the team's hidden base.
Within minutes, he had the girl wrapped up in a huge terry cloth robe and settled into her bed. He locked her door behind him as he left.
Stryker stalked his way through the base. He had to think about this. One on one, the guy was no match for him. There weren't very many who were. But he always had all of those punks with him, and they could take him down with numbers. Besides, Darkfire frowned heavily on violence in the base.
I left the end open so that Laridian, if she wishes, can pick up with the actual encounter/face-off