(Untitled)

[dralchemy]

Seems a certain hero is cruel to animals. -chuckles- news travels fast dear sir, and we rogues are not above such petty revenge plots as this. I apologize to my fellow under ground members  for any problems this may have caused. Gambi, I suggest you hide anything you have that is real fur, just until the little picket group is out of town. As for

Comments

[officer_feelbad]

Finally--FINALLY Hunter had gotten some sleep. And what a glorious sleep it had been! And even better, the guys at the station had managed to drag in two more from the kid-Trickster's gang! Things were really beginning to look up!

Until he was scheduled to work the next morning. Sleep deprived, he'd slept through the calls, asking him in early in regards to the fire going on in town. He'd even missed T2 scuffing toes with the Flash. But driving to work, he hadn't missed that the Flash museum was coated rather unevenly in unsettlingly nice shade of red--as was the statue out front. It was supposed to have been Barry Allen, but in retrospect later, he'd note that most of the trouble makers just assumed that the legacy of the pajamas carried the same cookie-cutter ethics from man to man

[stnls_steel_rat]

Soft notes weave through the yelling of the mob, almost inaudible over the din. But soon their effects are felt. Gradually the crowd calms, the paintbombs stop flying and the violence ceases. Up on the rooftop, a cloaked figure stands silhouetted against the sun, a flute held to his lips.

[dralchemy]

There really was nothing more frighten then an enraged PETA mob. Even by normal standards the methods they used were down right harsh at times, but this was to priceless to pass up. Normally, Albert would have laid low and let the hell raisers paint the town in their favored shade of shocking red, but oh god to see the Flash publicly attacked like this. Laying low within the confines of the raging mob, the stone safely tucked away within his pocket

[stnls_steel_rat]

Ehhhhhh? That was working, why'd it stop? Something's not right here.

Piper adjusts the valves on his flute and sets up a few of his amplifiers around the rooftop. Try again......

[officer_feelbad]

One moment he'd felt a hand grab onto his ankle, and the next minute, his head was pounding, red paint slick under him and hood hot against his back. The crowd seem quieter though, and looking up, he squinted, spotting a figure far up above on a rooftop. Hell, while the rest of the world might might be able to place that one, he sure as hell can! That's the Piper! Hell, for this one, Zolomon's not going to readily forgive that act of kindness.

But that's when he realizes that he's not the only one on the hood. The weight shifts and Hunter turns, groaning--his head hurts like all hell, but he's not just going to sit back and take this.

To most, changing harmless chemicals in the body into testosterone is impossible--a kind of medical dream even. To Desmond, it's childsplay. To Zolomon, it's special hell. Pity he doesn't know that it's Desmond yet. If he had, he wouldn't have acted so rashly.

And by rashly, I mean take-a-cane-to-the-backs-of-Albert's-knees.

"GET OFF MY CAR!"

[dralchemy]

The crowd settles again, and he frowns, still shouting the slogans trying to continue to incite some of the more violent members...until his ass and back met the hood of the car. Now he was coated in red paint, and in pain.

Seems that Zolomon had woken up.

[officer_feelbad]

With the flat grip of his cane digging into the rioter's shoulder, pinning him to the hood, Hunter readies a massive bitchin' "NOW LISTEN HERE YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH--I WANT YOU TO GET OFF MY CAR, OUT OF MY TOWN, AND--"

He doesn't get very far, poor man. "--ALCHEMY?!"

[dralchemy]

Green eyes narrow and he gives a rather annoyed look, before a leg snaps up to try and knee the cop. "Possibly..."

[officer_feelbad]

...there were no good days and Nietzsche was right. God was dead and the world was filled with...augh. These guys.

"Don't you people learn any better?!" He manages to evade, but it sends him tumbling back and over the edge of the hood, slipping on the paint. He hits the ground, the impact reminding him that yes--it all still indeed hurts like a bitch. He doesn't stop the tenacious profiler through. He struggles back up and takes another swing at the man. He really shouldn't, but at this point it's either Doc Alchemy, or the mob.

He's going to take his chances with the Rogue.

[dralchemy]

Pity the man has a defense mechanism better then most guns. Arms cross up to block the blow but the stone reacts, and the cane is now...smoke.

Shit, that wasn't going to go over well at all..considering the man needed that to stand. He scrambles back on top of the car, clothing now coated in wet paint.

[officer_feelbad]

--with nothing left to swing and too much momentum, Hunter nearly falls over from the spin. He straightens up as best and as quickly as he can though, snarling as he crawls back onto the slippery hood, chasing after the man.

This was personal.

Plus, he may have a bum knee, but he's still got full FBI training backing him! Who needs to walk when they're in a situation like this, close quarters with a completely fit upper body? "Get back here! First you fuck the Flash museum, Allen's statue, the fountain--THEN you have the nerve to go after my car--" he bristles, ready to pounce, "--then you bust me up, and NOW my cane?!"

He stands, shaking on the hood and lunges, "HOLD STILL!!"

[dralchemy]

Nope! Not happening, and Albert rolls off the car, and down on to the slick ground its takes bit to get going but hell...there was no way he was going to get caught.

Pity the shoes he was wearing were not the best to be running on wet ground with.

[officer_feelbad]

No... NO! FUCK YOUR COUCH! Hunter slides down off the back, bumping off the trunk. He reels when he hits the ground, but remains upright.

"STOP!"

--and as best he can, bolts after the other. Which, admittedly, is difficult with his bad knee. It's just a step above a one-legged hop, but the man still manages a decent speed, strides long. "GET BACK HERE!!"

[dralchemy]

Nope, nope. Alchmey darts through the crowd of confused PETA rioters, hopefully gaining some distance between him and Zolomon. That was until his feet went out from under him, and he landed on his already bruised back.

[officer_feelbad]

It's a huge struggle to get him from the car, through the rioters, to Alchemy, but the man manages...barely. He drops atop the other, panting and growling. "--you...fucker...that was a -new- paintjob too..."

Only the poor bastard is too tired to continue, gasping for air--he's just not used to this any more... But at the very least, he got his man!

[dralchemy]

Flail! There's no kick this time, just a compassionate action to prevent either from getting hurt. A growl issues from the back of his throat before he semi lunges from his position.

EMERGENCY LIP LOCK IS GO!