Introductions & a Book (Log)
Who: "Hot-Streak" (F_StopPyro) & Yuna (WonderWing)
Where: Random Street, Bus Shelter, Back Alley
When: 21st November, 3:30pm
Summary: Hot-Streak is bored out of his mind but too wet to do anything about it, with more rain pouring down, he seeks shelter under a bus shelter and runs into Yuna, who needs to find a book, cue the pair catching a bus to a back alley in a bad neighbourhood.
Notes: My first time really playing Hot-Streak, so I hope I do his character justice, i'm still ironing out the kinks. Comment? Please? :)
There's never anything to do in this stupid city. Hot-Streak thought rather sullenly as he strode down the damp street, kicking a can along with him. His MP3 player had gone flat some time ago and his gang was no where to be found (not that he cared, he was just as content to wander the streets alone). Kicking the can again and shoving his hands into his pockets, he glanced up at the gathering storm clouds and frowned. Getting soaked twice in one day was not appealing so he quickened his pace, spotting the bus shelter in the distance.
As he walked, he clicked his fingers and shook his hand absently, becoming increasingly annoyed when the tiniest of flames appeared at his fingertips and swiftly put itself out. "Damn water." He muttered before angrily kicking the can into the middle of the road before flopping down onto the metal bench at the bus shelter and leaning against the glass, resting his feet on the bench as well. God damn rain! This sucks!
He wasn't alone at the bus stop for more than a minute at the most, another figure soon hurrying there to get out of the rain, although she had been fortunate enough to be carrying an umbrella with her. The oversized red pom-pom on Yuna's beanie fell partially in her face as she hurried towards the shelter, taking little heed of the growing puddles on the ground in front of her, even as her boots stomping through them caused water to splash up and hit her bare lower legs. The skirt she was wearing was certainly a modest one compared to current fashion, but it still only ended slightly below the knee, doing little to shield her from that particular indignity.
It was a mixed blessing that the next event happened when it did, mixed in the way that it was lucky for Yuna and decidedly unlucky for Hot Streak. A car went past, particularly close to the curb, the wheels gliding through what was fast becoming a deep puddle, the water rising up and creating a three-foot-high stream that splashed out. Needless to say, Hot Streak was drenched, although Yuna was fortunate enough to only catch a bit of the moisture. Wincing and walking over to the bus shelter, standing just underneath and folding up her umbrella, she adjusted her beanie with her free hand, giving Hot Streak a sympathetic glance. "The rain's bad," she murmured after a moment. Making small talk wasn't one of Yuna's best skills, but there wasn't much harm, and she did want to try to be more social and friendly.
Yelling out the moment the tidal wave of water struck him, Hot-Streak leapt up off the bench and glared after the passing car, raising his hands and trying to ignite the flames but failing miserably because of the sheer amount of water that clung to his body. Flipping the driver off before clenching his fists, he took a few deep breaths. He could feel his body-temperature rising, as was normal when he was trying to use his powers, but the flames did not stand a chance against the water that literally covered him from head to toe. His normally spiky red hair was now dripping wet, hanging limply over his eyes and his wet clothes clung to him uncomfortably.
"You'll pay." He hissed to himself, committing the car's number plate to memory before venting his anger on a nearby rubbish bin, kicking it repeatedly with such anger that he eventually snapped it off the stand, sending it crashing to the ground and spewing trash in all directions. "Bastard!" Giving the bin one final kick, he flopped back down on the metal bench, tugging at his wet clothes and clicking his fingers again in the hopes of sparking a flame.
Yuna just watched him for a moment, uncertain on how quite to react; it was an understandable reaction of his, though, to be sure. Eventually, Yuna tilted her shoulders back slightly, slipping off the rather heavy trench coat she was wearing and offering it to him. It was an impromptu decision, one born out of a complete disregard of the 'don't talk to strangers, let alone offer them your clothing at random' rule, but, well, he looked cold, and she didn't really mind. She was fine, anyway; the sweater she was wearing was warm, and the bus shouldn't take too long. Besides, there was nothing wrong with being kind to strangers.
"Try drenching your hair," she advised quietly as she offered the jacket. The drenching wouldn't help too much, but it would at least help prevent that unpleasant feeling of icy cold water dripping from your hair and down your body. The jacket itself should be able to fit him, she reasoned. He was obviously quite a bit taller and more built than her, but the jacket was much too big for her, and even if it didn't reach his knees (it was almost at her ankles), it would still help at least a little; if nothing else, it carried her residual body heat. Yuna glanced to the rubbish bin he had upset, vaguely debating clearing it up (it would go everywhere, otherwise, rush down the gutters like a stream) but that would involve wandering back out into the increasingly heavy rain.
Jerking his head to the left as he heard Yuna speak to him, Hot-Streak glared at her for a good minute or so before finally letting go of some of his anger and reaching up, grasping his limp hair and squeezing the dripping locks, wringing some of the water out before ruffling it and accepting the trench coat, pulling it on and huddling into it a little for warmth, though he did not put his feet back up on the bench, leaving enough room for Yuna to sit down. "Don't think I needed your help." He commented roughly, scowling and looking away from her, trying to appear as disinterested as possible but generally coming off as being rather bratty and moody.
"You always help out random guys you've never met before?" He added just as gruffly, watching the evil puddle that had showered him with water grow bigger once again from the rain rather sullenly.
Fortunately, if there was one thing that Yuna Meyari was used to, it was moody teenage boys. Sitting down on the other side of the bench, she idly opened up her backpack, withdrawing a plastic bag and putting the umbrella in it, wrapping the plastic around the umbrella securely and tying it to ensure that the water didn't spread before putting it back in her backpack, zipping the bag up and leaving it to rest in her lap. "If I can," she replied in a tone that was almost cheerful, certainly at ease, a small smile on her face.
She too watched the puddle of doom with her mismatched eyes, warily, knowing that were another driver to thoughtlessly veer so close to the curb at such a fast speed, they would both be drenched all over again. Glancing at Hot Streak for a moment before returning to her surveying of the road, she questioned, "Are you catching the #122? I think it's only a few minutes..."
"Like being the victim of rape then, do you?" Hot-Streak responded, it was more of a snide remark than a genuine question but if she answered then that was fine too since he had nothing else to do anyway. Shrugging and slouching a little on the bench, he folded his arms across his chest and continued to watch the puddle. Really he had only headed to the bus shelter in order to stop himself from getting any wetter (not that it had actually helped, damn driver…!) But, he figured that a bus ride wouldn't do any harm since at least it'd be dry and heated.
Shoving his hands into his pocket, he produced his wallet and absently flicked it open, though he already knew the state of his finances. There wasn't really enough people around him for him to successfully dodge the bus fare, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. Smirking cockily and temporarily forgetting that he was wet through and powerless, he shrugged casually and offered "'Spose so." He shoved his wallet back into his pocket.
"I can defend myself," was Yuna's simple reply. It lacked bravado, and she certainly didn't sound like she was trying to prove anything, yet there was a quiet confidence behind her words. She could, after all, of this she was confident. She survived combat with creatures from a darker realm, and besides, if she were in danger, help would come, and any attackers would have her aeons to contend with. Glancing over at Hot Streak again as she idly fiddled with the pom-pom on her beanie, she added with a small smile, "I'm Yuna."
"Sure you can," Hot-Streak responded sceptically as he studied her appearance. From her modest clothing right down to the insanely childish Moogle beanie on her head, she certainly did not look like she would be able to hold her own in the rougher neighbourhoods of New Sanctum (not that he cared). "Whatever you say, just don't expect anyone to come runnin' when you need saving," averting his gaze and leaning forward as he spotted the bus in the distance, he began to devise a plan for 'Operation: Fare Dodge'.
Realizing that she was probably waiting for him to tell her his name, Hot-Streak frowned again and pushed himself off the metal bench before adding "If you've got to call me somethin', call me Hot-Streak." He smirked a little as he spoke, unable to completely maintain his bad mood, Yuna's naivety was amusing and endearing, in a way.
There was no real way to prove her abilities to him, Yuna noted, not without him thinking that she was a complete lunatic raving on about demons and aeons and all manner of supernatural things. That in mind, she merely contented herself; fortunately, she wasn't really the kind of person who felt a burning desire to have her fighting ability respected by anyone and everyone she ever came across. Satisfied with the silent knowledge that she could save herself, thank you very much, she tilted her head to the side. "Hot Streak?" she echoed, her tone purely curious. It seemed a strange nickname, although the only nickname she'd ever found herself with was 'Yunie', so she couldn't judge. "Why that name...?"
Drying his hand on the coat and pushing up his damp sleeve with his wet hand, he took a few deep breaths. He was still wet and far too cold to really strike a flame, but it'd sound stupid if he just answered 'cause I wanted to', besides he liked his powers and didn't give a damn about who knew about it, he was a Bang Baby, and proud of it. Feeling his fingers tingling with heat he calmly smirked and snapped his fingers, managing to create a tiny flame that moved to the centre of his outstretched palm. "That, is why they call me Hot-Streak!"
Yuna blinked, gazing at the flame in curious wonder, glancing up at him after a moment and smiling, clearly somewhat impressed, although not too surprised. It took a great deal to surprise her these days, evidently. "Makes sense," she nodded slightly, although she did have to wonder why he was so free about his abilities, given the government's stated policies about people with abnormal abilities and all. "How long have you been able to...?" she questioned, more out of an idle curiousity than anything, although she half-expected him not to answer.
"Figures those government stiffs would cover it up," Hot-Streak scoffed as he clenched his fist, killing the tiny flame. "I've had my powers ever since the big bio-disaster where I used to hang. Long story short, we were in the middle of an end-all gang war and this chemical was released into the air, everyone there inhaled it. I was taken to hospital," he cringed at that "Set myself on fire without even knowing it, it was awesome!"
Awesome... wasn't quite the word Yuna would've picked for accidentally setting one's self on fire, but she couldn't help but smile; Hot Streak seemed pretty happy about it, after all. "I haven't heard about any bio-disaster," Yuna admitted quietly. "But I don't really watch the news much..." She did tend to lose track of things periodically, getting too distracted by daily routines. "And the side-effects... triggered abilities?"
"Mutated our DNA, according to the quacks," Hot-Streak scoffed, rolling his eyes. Clearly he thought very little of doctors in general. He was rather miffed that she hadn't heard about it, after all it had been plastered all over the newspapers and TVs in his neighbourhood, but then again it wasn't like he was in the major inner city area, so the government had probably chosen to cover it up rather than allow the reporters to publish it. "Everybody there got powers, some physically mutated."
"It's surprising something like that didn't make it to the news," Yuna murmured thoughtfully, glancing up as the bus approached. No doubt the government had something to do with it. "...are you worried about side-effects?" she asked after a moment, standing and smoothing out her skirt, backpack slung over her shoulder.
"You think the government want people knowing about the Bang Babies, hell no," standing up as the bus approached and moving next to Yuna, keeping his eyes warily on the puddle, he added cockily. "I'm not afraid about any side-effects, there's nothing to worry about!" With that said, he swiftly brushed past Yuna as she got on the bus and slipped past the driver, grinning to himself.
Yuna doubted it would be that easy to dodge the fare, watching the bus driver as she slipped her own ticket into the machine, nodding courteously to the bus driver. Sure enough, she was proved right mere seconds later when the man raised a hand, glancing oevr his shoulder and calling, "Young man! Come back, you can't board without a ticket!" He was clearly hoping to avoid any possible trouble, probably wary since Hot Streak did look rough, and there was always the threat of violence over petty things like bus fares.
Sure enough, Hot-Streak's temper flared even though he knew it was over something really stupid and he clenched his fists, feeling his body temperature rising. "You wanna' get into a fight over something so stupid? 'Cause I will if you think it's worth it." He smirked cockily as a tiny flame managed to ignite around his hand, his anger fuelling the fire.
The bus driver's eyes narrowed. It was, perhaps, a foolish thing to get into a fight over, but honestly, the stupid arrogant teen was breaking the law. Tickets weren't even expensive! "You either buy a ticket or you get off this bus," he said flatly. "And this bus isn't moving until you make up your mind, so unless you want a lot of people very annoyed with you, I suggest you buy a ticket."
Yuna stood back, watching, debating whether to step in. Not that she could really do much; the area was a bit constrained for summoning, and besides, there were security tapes in the bus. "Um..."
Hot-Streak spread his arms and shrugged "Think I care? I'll take on anyone who wants to pick a fight with me." He wasn't about to go into some rant about how he technically didn't have the money to buy a ticket since that was pointless and would harm his reputation and image, if that meant he had to break a few bones, so be it. "Just let it go!" He could feel his anger increasing at the driver's insistence that he pay and the heat that flooded his body was intensifying, despite the water that still drenched him.
The bus driver looked about to protest further; he was a greying man, clearly hitting middle age, but he certainly looked the type not to back down from a fight. Opening his mouth to protest, he didn't get one word out before Yuna hastily interrupted him with a "Wait," pulling her purse out and pressing a five dollar bill into the driver's hand. "I'll pay his fare," she said firmly. "It's enough for a daily ticket, right?" At the bus driver's nod, a pleased smile settled on her face as he tendered the cash. Glancing back to Hot Streak, she gave a slight nod of affirmation.
Unclenching his fists again, Hot-Streak merely turned away from her and sauntered to the back of the bus, flopping down on the seat and propping his feet up, looking rather relaxed and not even bothered in the slightest that she had paid his fare for him, it had been a win-win situation for him anyway.
Yuna didn't seem too bothered by this reaction, walking over and ending up sitting nearby him due to the fact that the bus was packed, passing him the ticket she'd purchased for him with a somewhat sheepish smile. "It's a daily one," she clarified, glancing out the window as the bus began to move, watching the rain hit the glass pane. It was nice, the rain; she could say that now that she was out of it.
"You shouldn't have done that, now he'll carry on thinking people actually give a shit about his stupid rules," Hot-Streak replied moodily, slightly disappointed that he had been unable to find an excuse to use his powers. "Where's this thing goin' anyway?"
"You... don't know?" Yuna tilted her head to the side. Why had he boarded the bus, anyway, if he wasn't going to pay, and he didn't know where it was going? She smiled slightly, explaining, "It's the bus to the 48th district, it's going downtown. There's only a few stops before the end of the line, though."
Hot-Streak shrugged. "It's something to do and it got me out of the rain," he eventually offered absently, gazing out of the window as the rain continued to patter onto the window. He didn't think he needed to tell Yuna exactly why he despised water and even if he did, he wasn't going to. "The 48th district is rough, what would a girl like you be doing heading down there?"
"I'm just going to get something," Yuna shook her head, keeping it vague. She was picking up some texts that an old contact of her father's had agreed to lend her; she had looked over them a few years ago and found nothing, but that was before she'd gained the ability to communicate with the aeons, and if she remembered right, things should be different now. "It's nothing that important," she smiled sheepishly. "And it's not so bad there, I have a friend who lives there."
Hot-Streak shrugged. "Suit yourself," Really he didn't care what Yuna did with herself, he had better things to do than play guardian angel to some girl who was clearly messed up in the head. "Guess I'll have to find something to do." He could always melt a few traffic signals, that was always fun and the resulting crashes always gave him a kick.
"Are your friends at school?" Yuna inquired, more for the sake of making small talk, lest they descend into an awkward silence. Twisting her hair around her fingertips, she gazed out the window. The scenery was gradually getting rougher, but it didn't really bother her.
Refraining from adding that they weren't really his friends per-se, he abruptly ruffled his wet, red hair again before counting off on his fingers. "Four of 'em are in jail for another week, Tony's under house arrest an' being dropped off and picked up at the school gates… the others probably ran away from home again." I should check out the old warehouse, by the docks…
"Oh..." Yuna blinked, glancing back at him for a few moments. That sounded kind of depressing, but she was thankfully able to resist the urge to question if he had any friends that weren't in trouble. "And you're just... hanging around?"
"Yup. It's not like there's anything else to do in this stupid city." Hot-Streak responded rather sullenly before gazing out of the window again, satisfied that at least he was out of the rain, which was steadily getting worse.
"I guess I see your point," Yuna mused, admitting, "I'm usually busy... work, and other projects," she chose her words carefully, not exactly about to explain the nature of the projects. "But... I guess this place can get a little boring..."
Hot-Streak shrugged before slouching in the chair. "I make my own entertainment most of the time and it beats going to school, so I'll take this any day."
"So you're not going anywhere in particular?" she glanced out the window. Her stop was the stop after next, also coincidentally the end of that particular line, although there was a transfer bus that she'd catch later, once she'd gotten what she was going there for.
"Nope. Haven't got any money either, why?" Hot-Streak answered, slouching even further down in the seat but somehow managing to make his position look very comfortable.
"Just curious," Yuna shook her head, pulling off the beanie for a moment to run a hand through her hair before pulling it back on, the pom-pom partially falling over her face. "This bus is almost at the end of the line, that's all..."
Shrugging again, Hot-Streak glanced out of the window, realizing he was probably going to get kicked out into the rain again. Fuck…. As the bus pulled up at the last stop he made up his mind to stick with Yuna, primarily because he had nothing better to do, but she also had an umbrella. "What's this thing you're getting anyway?" He questioned sullenly.
"It's..." I can't really tell him all of it... "It's a book I'm picking up," she smiled slightly, standing and making her way down the aisle once most of the people had stepped out, withdrawing her umbrella from her bag and opening it as she stepped out onto the street. "How come you ask?"
"I'm bored." Hot-Streak replied casually before flashing the bus driver a cocky grin and showing him the middle finger before gripping the pole, swinging himself around it and jumping off the bus, automatically moving under the bus shelter to prevent himself from getting wetter. His clothes were starting to dry, but they were still damp and his exposed boxers were absolutely drenched.
"I'm not really going anywhere interesting," Yuna confessed, glancing at him. It would be rude, she decided, to inform him that his pants were falling down, but she wasn't sure what the proper etiquette for this was. "You can come if you want, though..."
Hot-Streak hated tagging along with other people, as he preferred considering himself as a leader but in this situation he would be well and truly stranded under the bus shelter if he didn't go with her due to the rain and he was so bored he honestly didn't care. "Sure." He replied with a shrug.
"Okay," Yuna nodded slightly, seeming content with that, leading the way into a back alleyway. Let's see... it should be on the next block. The rain was pouring down heavier than ever, but Yuna seemed quite at ease, appearing lost in her own world.
Hot-Streak however was feeling rather miserable, pulling the trench coat over his head and scowling. He was beginning to think he should have just stayed on the bus and ridden it back to his neighbourhood, but it was too late for that now. "Just hurry up." He commented grumpily.
"It's this way," Yuna assured him distractedly, not too bothered at his grumpy tone, despite the fact that he'd been the one to tag along with her. As they continued through the rather shady streets, Yuna was completely oblivious to the fact that someone (or several someones) appeared to be following them, lurking in the shadows behind. This book should help... should have more answers about Yevon... I couldn't understand it at all before, but things are different now, I'm sure.
"This book had better be important." Hot-Streak muttered. Whilst he had agreed to come with her he had thought she would have at least let him use her umbrella, but no, he was getting wet again despite his best efforts. He too seemed rather oblivious to the people that were following him.
Yuna blinked, glancing behind her, realising for the first time that he wasn't walking under the umbrella. Wonder why... She gestured for him to come closer, holding the umbrella over both of them, although it was a bit difficult due to the height difference. "It is important," she nodded slowly.
"Fine," He replied, rolling his eyes a little. He did have to wonder how a book could be important, books had been relatively useless to him throughout his life. "You go get your book, I'll hang out here." He refrained from adding 'leave the umbrella', thinking it'd sound stupid.
"It's in that building," Yuna pointed to a building on the next block, running a hand through her hair. She briefly debated telling him, but he either wouldn't believe her, wouldn't see the importance, or both. "I don't think he'd mind if you came in, but it'll only be a minute..."
"Alright, but only because I'm bored." Hot-Streak responded, shrugging casually and following her towards the building.
"It'll only take a minute," Yuna assured him, although she stopped in her tracks as several men stepped out in front of them, others appearing behind them. "Um..." she glanced around, feeling somewhat wary as they closed in around them. "We need to get past," she explained quietly, keeping on her guard. Her reflexes were honed, if one of them made a move, she should be able to dodge. Then again... she couldn't dodge bullets, even if there was a revolver in her backpack.
The apparent leader stepped forward, brandishing a .45mm pistol and smirking to himself, addressing the pair confidently. "If you give us all 'ya money, I might let you go with only a few flesh wounds."
Realizing that they were surrounded, Hot-Streak raised his head to stare defiantly at the gang leader before clenching his fists. Since that he was relatively dry, the flames ignited immediately. Adjusting his stance he sent several fireballs in the gang's general direction before answering cockily "You want it, come an' take it!"
Yuna tensed, quickly noting that it would take her too long to draw her own gun, especially since it was unloaded (she did have bullets on her, but slotting them in would take too long, and she couldn't risk them getting wet. Moving so that she was back to back with Hot Streak, she questioned quietly, "You won't be able to use that power if the rain gets on you, will you?"
"You one of them freaks?!" Another snapped, waving the gun around. The safety was still on the gun, Yuna realised, but she wasn't about to make any stupid moves. "Like on the news, the ones the government say are fucking up the city?"
Hot-Streak smirked. "I doubt I'm a part of those 'freaks' but hey, I can fuck up the city, so why not?" He questioned with a casual shrug before sending another wave of fire in his direction, letting out a short growl of irritation at Yuna's question and flat out refusing to answer. The rain was really coming down hard, but provided he wasn't exposed to too much of it, the flames would hold.
Ducking as the fireball shot past him and struck a large dumpster, setting it alight, the gang leader swore and fired several bullets which were melted by a second fireball. "Bastard! Freaks like you are all the same!"
Bullets. Great. One thing that Yuna had always liked about demons was their tendency to shun projectile weapons; even the ones that did use them didn't use firearms. It made demon-hunting easier, that was for sure. But this... and she couldn't hurt these people too badly anyway, even though they were obviously trying to hurt her. "Leave us alone!" Yuna protested firmly, clenching her fists.
One of the men surrounding them abruptly lunged forwards as his friend exhausted bullets, aiming to swipe at one of them (probably Hot Streak) from the side while he was distracted. Yuna caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, swinging and hitting the man with her backpack, but before she knew it, the two had been shoved apart, the umbrella discarded on the ground nearby. Yuna, for her part, was knocked a good couple of feet, tripping and ending up on the ground, wincing as she glanced around. I guess I can't...
Feeling the rain hit him, Hot-Streak swore as the flames intensified. Not really caring about whether he seriously injured anyone or not, he shot jets of fire towards the general crowd, though it wasn't long before the flames surrounding his hands became smaller, flickering slightly. Clenching his fists tighter in anger, causing his powers to flare again, he sent a wall of fire towards the gang members, causing them to leap out of the way. Despite his anger at the situation, it was clear he was having fun but it was short lived as the guttering (which had clearly seen better days) of the building they were standing in front of them collapsed, sending a large quantity of water down onto him and dousing his flames. "Argh! SHIT!"
The gang leader smirked. "Not so cocky now, are you? Mutant."
"Back off," Yuna said firmly, getting to her feet and raising her gun. The gun was unloaded still, she hadn't taken the time to load it, and besides, it would be vulnerable to the water (the bag had gotten soaked when she'd fallen, going straight in a puddle). Still, it certainly looked formidable. Yuna was completely drenched, hair plastered to her face, her clothes dirty and her beanie having fallen off, lying in the same muddy puddle. Gritting her teeth as she saw the men weren't about to back down, she closed her eyes. "Bahamut!"
A light surrounded her, the sky appearing to cloud over for a split second before it appeared around her, a dragon. The beast was a good fifteen feet tall, towering over all of them, and it certainly looked intimidating, the rain bouncing off its leathery skin and making it glisten slightly. The dragon -Bahamut, Yuna had called it- gave a low, guttural roar, although it didn't seem to mind as the girl leant up, gently patting its neck. A slight smile crossed Yuna's face and she stepped forward and flicked her wrist slightly. Bahamut gave another, decidedly more threatening, roar and lunging forwards at the gang leader standing over Hot Streak. Needless to say, the gang leader didn't exactly manage to stand his ground, sent flying back. "Now leave!" Yuna shook her head rapidly, looking around, gun still raised. "Go, now!"
Upon hearing the roar, Hot-Streak jerked his head to the side, paling a little as he saw the giant creature looming over him before glancing at Yuna, realizing that it was going to do whatever she told it to and suddenly looking rather enthusiastic even if he did still feel somewhat nervous. "You're a Bang Baby!" He yelled out, shaking his hands in the hopes of drying them before glancing back at the gang, smiling cockily as he snapped "You'd better run! COWARDS!" Laughing he turned his back on the fleeing gang, swaggering over to her.
"That was close," Yuna murmured, glancing down at her gun and examining it, pulling the safety back on (not that it even had any bullets) and quickly stashing it in her back again. Glancing up at Bahamut, she nodded slightly, smiling gratefully. "Thank you," she added, gazing at the dragon as though it were some kind of house pet and watching as it simply vanished. Glancing around somewhat warily, Yuna hastily pulled the beanie back on, her face partially obscured. "...we'd better get out of here, someone would've called the police, come on..."
Still angry at the fact that he was drenched (again!) Hot-Streak wrung out his hair again and ruffled it messily before following Yuna out of the alleyway, his mood brightened somewhat when he heard the dumpster explode from the flames that had consumed it, clearly some idiot had thrown away something highly flammable though with his anger still simmering under the surface, he remained silent.
"Are you alright?" Yuna questioned, glancing at him, walking quickly back towards the street. She just put the umbrella back in her bag, not bothering to wrap it up, everything was drenched anyway. I'll have to pick up the book another day, I just can't...
"I'm wet." Hot-Streak answered irritably, more annoyed at the fact that he was unable to vent his original anger since there was nothing to kick or punch and his powers were well and truly doused.
"You should probably go home and change," Yuna smiled sheepishly, wrapping her arms around herself, adding, "I'm soaked too." At least she hadn't been wearing white, she decided.
She's right. It's freezing and whilst I'm this wet, I'll never get my powers back. Hot-Streak thought to himself irritably before turning away from Yuna, offering a casual wave "Maybe I'll catch you later." He offered gruffly before sauntering off, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Where: Random Street, Bus Shelter, Back Alley
When: 21st November, 3:30pm
Summary: Hot-Streak is bored out of his mind but too wet to do anything about it, with more rain pouring down, he seeks shelter under a bus shelter and runs into Yuna, who needs to find a book, cue the pair catching a bus to a back alley in a bad neighbourhood.
Notes: My first time really playing Hot-Streak, so I hope I do his character justice, i'm still ironing out the kinks. Comment? Please? :)
There's never anything to do in this stupid city. Hot-Streak thought rather sullenly as he strode down the damp street, kicking a can along with him. His MP3 player had gone flat some time ago and his gang was no where to be found (not that he cared, he was just as content to wander the streets alone). Kicking the can again and shoving his hands into his pockets, he glanced up at the gathering storm clouds and frowned. Getting soaked twice in one day was not appealing so he quickened his pace, spotting the bus shelter in the distance.
As he walked, he clicked his fingers and shook his hand absently, becoming increasingly annoyed when the tiniest of flames appeared at his fingertips and swiftly put itself out. "Damn water." He muttered before angrily kicking the can into the middle of the road before flopping down onto the metal bench at the bus shelter and leaning against the glass, resting his feet on the bench as well. God damn rain! This sucks!
He wasn't alone at the bus stop for more than a minute at the most, another figure soon hurrying there to get out of the rain, although she had been fortunate enough to be carrying an umbrella with her. The oversized red pom-pom on Yuna's beanie fell partially in her face as she hurried towards the shelter, taking little heed of the growing puddles on the ground in front of her, even as her boots stomping through them caused water to splash up and hit her bare lower legs. The skirt she was wearing was certainly a modest one compared to current fashion, but it still only ended slightly below the knee, doing little to shield her from that particular indignity.
It was a mixed blessing that the next event happened when it did, mixed in the way that it was lucky for Yuna and decidedly unlucky for Hot Streak. A car went past, particularly close to the curb, the wheels gliding through what was fast becoming a deep puddle, the water rising up and creating a three-foot-high stream that splashed out. Needless to say, Hot Streak was drenched, although Yuna was fortunate enough to only catch a bit of the moisture. Wincing and walking over to the bus shelter, standing just underneath and folding up her umbrella, she adjusted her beanie with her free hand, giving Hot Streak a sympathetic glance. "The rain's bad," she murmured after a moment. Making small talk wasn't one of Yuna's best skills, but there wasn't much harm, and she did want to try to be more social and friendly.
Yelling out the moment the tidal wave of water struck him, Hot-Streak leapt up off the bench and glared after the passing car, raising his hands and trying to ignite the flames but failing miserably because of the sheer amount of water that clung to his body. Flipping the driver off before clenching his fists, he took a few deep breaths. He could feel his body-temperature rising, as was normal when he was trying to use his powers, but the flames did not stand a chance against the water that literally covered him from head to toe. His normally spiky red hair was now dripping wet, hanging limply over his eyes and his wet clothes clung to him uncomfortably.
"You'll pay." He hissed to himself, committing the car's number plate to memory before venting his anger on a nearby rubbish bin, kicking it repeatedly with such anger that he eventually snapped it off the stand, sending it crashing to the ground and spewing trash in all directions. "Bastard!" Giving the bin one final kick, he flopped back down on the metal bench, tugging at his wet clothes and clicking his fingers again in the hopes of sparking a flame.
Yuna just watched him for a moment, uncertain on how quite to react; it was an understandable reaction of his, though, to be sure. Eventually, Yuna tilted her shoulders back slightly, slipping off the rather heavy trench coat she was wearing and offering it to him. It was an impromptu decision, one born out of a complete disregard of the 'don't talk to strangers, let alone offer them your clothing at random' rule, but, well, he looked cold, and she didn't really mind. She was fine, anyway; the sweater she was wearing was warm, and the bus shouldn't take too long. Besides, there was nothing wrong with being kind to strangers.
"Try drenching your hair," she advised quietly as she offered the jacket. The drenching wouldn't help too much, but it would at least help prevent that unpleasant feeling of icy cold water dripping from your hair and down your body. The jacket itself should be able to fit him, she reasoned. He was obviously quite a bit taller and more built than her, but the jacket was much too big for her, and even if it didn't reach his knees (it was almost at her ankles), it would still help at least a little; if nothing else, it carried her residual body heat. Yuna glanced to the rubbish bin he had upset, vaguely debating clearing it up (it would go everywhere, otherwise, rush down the gutters like a stream) but that would involve wandering back out into the increasingly heavy rain.
Jerking his head to the left as he heard Yuna speak to him, Hot-Streak glared at her for a good minute or so before finally letting go of some of his anger and reaching up, grasping his limp hair and squeezing the dripping locks, wringing some of the water out before ruffling it and accepting the trench coat, pulling it on and huddling into it a little for warmth, though he did not put his feet back up on the bench, leaving enough room for Yuna to sit down. "Don't think I needed your help." He commented roughly, scowling and looking away from her, trying to appear as disinterested as possible but generally coming off as being rather bratty and moody.
"You always help out random guys you've never met before?" He added just as gruffly, watching the evil puddle that had showered him with water grow bigger once again from the rain rather sullenly.
Fortunately, if there was one thing that Yuna Meyari was used to, it was moody teenage boys. Sitting down on the other side of the bench, she idly opened up her backpack, withdrawing a plastic bag and putting the umbrella in it, wrapping the plastic around the umbrella securely and tying it to ensure that the water didn't spread before putting it back in her backpack, zipping the bag up and leaving it to rest in her lap. "If I can," she replied in a tone that was almost cheerful, certainly at ease, a small smile on her face.
She too watched the puddle of doom with her mismatched eyes, warily, knowing that were another driver to thoughtlessly veer so close to the curb at such a fast speed, they would both be drenched all over again. Glancing at Hot Streak for a moment before returning to her surveying of the road, she questioned, "Are you catching the #122? I think it's only a few minutes..."
"Like being the victim of rape then, do you?" Hot-Streak responded, it was more of a snide remark than a genuine question but if she answered then that was fine too since he had nothing else to do anyway. Shrugging and slouching a little on the bench, he folded his arms across his chest and continued to watch the puddle. Really he had only headed to the bus shelter in order to stop himself from getting any wetter (not that it had actually helped, damn driver…!) But, he figured that a bus ride wouldn't do any harm since at least it'd be dry and heated.
Shoving his hands into his pocket, he produced his wallet and absently flicked it open, though he already knew the state of his finances. There wasn't really enough people around him for him to successfully dodge the bus fare, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. Smirking cockily and temporarily forgetting that he was wet through and powerless, he shrugged casually and offered "'Spose so." He shoved his wallet back into his pocket.
"I can defend myself," was Yuna's simple reply. It lacked bravado, and she certainly didn't sound like she was trying to prove anything, yet there was a quiet confidence behind her words. She could, after all, of this she was confident. She survived combat with creatures from a darker realm, and besides, if she were in danger, help would come, and any attackers would have her aeons to contend with. Glancing over at Hot Streak again as she idly fiddled with the pom-pom on her beanie, she added with a small smile, "I'm Yuna."
"Sure you can," Hot-Streak responded sceptically as he studied her appearance. From her modest clothing right down to the insanely childish Moogle beanie on her head, she certainly did not look like she would be able to hold her own in the rougher neighbourhoods of New Sanctum (not that he cared). "Whatever you say, just don't expect anyone to come runnin' when you need saving," averting his gaze and leaning forward as he spotted the bus in the distance, he began to devise a plan for 'Operation: Fare Dodge'.
Realizing that she was probably waiting for him to tell her his name, Hot-Streak frowned again and pushed himself off the metal bench before adding "If you've got to call me somethin', call me Hot-Streak." He smirked a little as he spoke, unable to completely maintain his bad mood, Yuna's naivety was amusing and endearing, in a way.
There was no real way to prove her abilities to him, Yuna noted, not without him thinking that she was a complete lunatic raving on about demons and aeons and all manner of supernatural things. That in mind, she merely contented herself; fortunately, she wasn't really the kind of person who felt a burning desire to have her fighting ability respected by anyone and everyone she ever came across. Satisfied with the silent knowledge that she could save herself, thank you very much, she tilted her head to the side. "Hot Streak?" she echoed, her tone purely curious. It seemed a strange nickname, although the only nickname she'd ever found herself with was 'Yunie', so she couldn't judge. "Why that name...?"
Drying his hand on the coat and pushing up his damp sleeve with his wet hand, he took a few deep breaths. He was still wet and far too cold to really strike a flame, but it'd sound stupid if he just answered 'cause I wanted to', besides he liked his powers and didn't give a damn about who knew about it, he was a Bang Baby, and proud of it. Feeling his fingers tingling with heat he calmly smirked and snapped his fingers, managing to create a tiny flame that moved to the centre of his outstretched palm. "That, is why they call me Hot-Streak!"
Yuna blinked, gazing at the flame in curious wonder, glancing up at him after a moment and smiling, clearly somewhat impressed, although not too surprised. It took a great deal to surprise her these days, evidently. "Makes sense," she nodded slightly, although she did have to wonder why he was so free about his abilities, given the government's stated policies about people with abnormal abilities and all. "How long have you been able to...?" she questioned, more out of an idle curiousity than anything, although she half-expected him not to answer.
"Figures those government stiffs would cover it up," Hot-Streak scoffed as he clenched his fist, killing the tiny flame. "I've had my powers ever since the big bio-disaster where I used to hang. Long story short, we were in the middle of an end-all gang war and this chemical was released into the air, everyone there inhaled it. I was taken to hospital," he cringed at that "Set myself on fire without even knowing it, it was awesome!"
Awesome... wasn't quite the word Yuna would've picked for accidentally setting one's self on fire, but she couldn't help but smile; Hot Streak seemed pretty happy about it, after all. "I haven't heard about any bio-disaster," Yuna admitted quietly. "But I don't really watch the news much..." She did tend to lose track of things periodically, getting too distracted by daily routines. "And the side-effects... triggered abilities?"
"Mutated our DNA, according to the quacks," Hot-Streak scoffed, rolling his eyes. Clearly he thought very little of doctors in general. He was rather miffed that she hadn't heard about it, after all it had been plastered all over the newspapers and TVs in his neighbourhood, but then again it wasn't like he was in the major inner city area, so the government had probably chosen to cover it up rather than allow the reporters to publish it. "Everybody there got powers, some physically mutated."
"It's surprising something like that didn't make it to the news," Yuna murmured thoughtfully, glancing up as the bus approached. No doubt the government had something to do with it. "...are you worried about side-effects?" she asked after a moment, standing and smoothing out her skirt, backpack slung over her shoulder.
"You think the government want people knowing about the Bang Babies, hell no," standing up as the bus approached and moving next to Yuna, keeping his eyes warily on the puddle, he added cockily. "I'm not afraid about any side-effects, there's nothing to worry about!" With that said, he swiftly brushed past Yuna as she got on the bus and slipped past the driver, grinning to himself.
Yuna doubted it would be that easy to dodge the fare, watching the bus driver as she slipped her own ticket into the machine, nodding courteously to the bus driver. Sure enough, she was proved right mere seconds later when the man raised a hand, glancing oevr his shoulder and calling, "Young man! Come back, you can't board without a ticket!" He was clearly hoping to avoid any possible trouble, probably wary since Hot Streak did look rough, and there was always the threat of violence over petty things like bus fares.
Sure enough, Hot-Streak's temper flared even though he knew it was over something really stupid and he clenched his fists, feeling his body temperature rising. "You wanna' get into a fight over something so stupid? 'Cause I will if you think it's worth it." He smirked cockily as a tiny flame managed to ignite around his hand, his anger fuelling the fire.
The bus driver's eyes narrowed. It was, perhaps, a foolish thing to get into a fight over, but honestly, the stupid arrogant teen was breaking the law. Tickets weren't even expensive! "You either buy a ticket or you get off this bus," he said flatly. "And this bus isn't moving until you make up your mind, so unless you want a lot of people very annoyed with you, I suggest you buy a ticket."
Yuna stood back, watching, debating whether to step in. Not that she could really do much; the area was a bit constrained for summoning, and besides, there were security tapes in the bus. "Um..."
Hot-Streak spread his arms and shrugged "Think I care? I'll take on anyone who wants to pick a fight with me." He wasn't about to go into some rant about how he technically didn't have the money to buy a ticket since that was pointless and would harm his reputation and image, if that meant he had to break a few bones, so be it. "Just let it go!" He could feel his anger increasing at the driver's insistence that he pay and the heat that flooded his body was intensifying, despite the water that still drenched him.
The bus driver looked about to protest further; he was a greying man, clearly hitting middle age, but he certainly looked the type not to back down from a fight. Opening his mouth to protest, he didn't get one word out before Yuna hastily interrupted him with a "Wait," pulling her purse out and pressing a five dollar bill into the driver's hand. "I'll pay his fare," she said firmly. "It's enough for a daily ticket, right?" At the bus driver's nod, a pleased smile settled on her face as he tendered the cash. Glancing back to Hot Streak, she gave a slight nod of affirmation.
Unclenching his fists again, Hot-Streak merely turned away from her and sauntered to the back of the bus, flopping down on the seat and propping his feet up, looking rather relaxed and not even bothered in the slightest that she had paid his fare for him, it had been a win-win situation for him anyway.
Yuna didn't seem too bothered by this reaction, walking over and ending up sitting nearby him due to the fact that the bus was packed, passing him the ticket she'd purchased for him with a somewhat sheepish smile. "It's a daily one," she clarified, glancing out the window as the bus began to move, watching the rain hit the glass pane. It was nice, the rain; she could say that now that she was out of it.
"You shouldn't have done that, now he'll carry on thinking people actually give a shit about his stupid rules," Hot-Streak replied moodily, slightly disappointed that he had been unable to find an excuse to use his powers. "Where's this thing goin' anyway?"
"You... don't know?" Yuna tilted her head to the side. Why had he boarded the bus, anyway, if he wasn't going to pay, and he didn't know where it was going? She smiled slightly, explaining, "It's the bus to the 48th district, it's going downtown. There's only a few stops before the end of the line, though."
Hot-Streak shrugged. "It's something to do and it got me out of the rain," he eventually offered absently, gazing out of the window as the rain continued to patter onto the window. He didn't think he needed to tell Yuna exactly why he despised water and even if he did, he wasn't going to. "The 48th district is rough, what would a girl like you be doing heading down there?"
"I'm just going to get something," Yuna shook her head, keeping it vague. She was picking up some texts that an old contact of her father's had agreed to lend her; she had looked over them a few years ago and found nothing, but that was before she'd gained the ability to communicate with the aeons, and if she remembered right, things should be different now. "It's nothing that important," she smiled sheepishly. "And it's not so bad there, I have a friend who lives there."
Hot-Streak shrugged. "Suit yourself," Really he didn't care what Yuna did with herself, he had better things to do than play guardian angel to some girl who was clearly messed up in the head. "Guess I'll have to find something to do." He could always melt a few traffic signals, that was always fun and the resulting crashes always gave him a kick.
"Are your friends at school?" Yuna inquired, more for the sake of making small talk, lest they descend into an awkward silence. Twisting her hair around her fingertips, she gazed out the window. The scenery was gradually getting rougher, but it didn't really bother her.
Refraining from adding that they weren't really his friends per-se, he abruptly ruffled his wet, red hair again before counting off on his fingers. "Four of 'em are in jail for another week, Tony's under house arrest an' being dropped off and picked up at the school gates… the others probably ran away from home again." I should check out the old warehouse, by the docks…
"Oh..." Yuna blinked, glancing back at him for a few moments. That sounded kind of depressing, but she was thankfully able to resist the urge to question if he had any friends that weren't in trouble. "And you're just... hanging around?"
"Yup. It's not like there's anything else to do in this stupid city." Hot-Streak responded rather sullenly before gazing out of the window again, satisfied that at least he was out of the rain, which was steadily getting worse.
"I guess I see your point," Yuna mused, admitting, "I'm usually busy... work, and other projects," she chose her words carefully, not exactly about to explain the nature of the projects. "But... I guess this place can get a little boring..."
Hot-Streak shrugged before slouching in the chair. "I make my own entertainment most of the time and it beats going to school, so I'll take this any day."
"So you're not going anywhere in particular?" she glanced out the window. Her stop was the stop after next, also coincidentally the end of that particular line, although there was a transfer bus that she'd catch later, once she'd gotten what she was going there for.
"Nope. Haven't got any money either, why?" Hot-Streak answered, slouching even further down in the seat but somehow managing to make his position look very comfortable.
"Just curious," Yuna shook her head, pulling off the beanie for a moment to run a hand through her hair before pulling it back on, the pom-pom partially falling over her face. "This bus is almost at the end of the line, that's all..."
Shrugging again, Hot-Streak glanced out of the window, realizing he was probably going to get kicked out into the rain again. Fuck…. As the bus pulled up at the last stop he made up his mind to stick with Yuna, primarily because he had nothing better to do, but she also had an umbrella. "What's this thing you're getting anyway?" He questioned sullenly.
"It's..." I can't really tell him all of it... "It's a book I'm picking up," she smiled slightly, standing and making her way down the aisle once most of the people had stepped out, withdrawing her umbrella from her bag and opening it as she stepped out onto the street. "How come you ask?"
"I'm bored." Hot-Streak replied casually before flashing the bus driver a cocky grin and showing him the middle finger before gripping the pole, swinging himself around it and jumping off the bus, automatically moving under the bus shelter to prevent himself from getting wetter. His clothes were starting to dry, but they were still damp and his exposed boxers were absolutely drenched.
"I'm not really going anywhere interesting," Yuna confessed, glancing at him. It would be rude, she decided, to inform him that his pants were falling down, but she wasn't sure what the proper etiquette for this was. "You can come if you want, though..."
Hot-Streak hated tagging along with other people, as he preferred considering himself as a leader but in this situation he would be well and truly stranded under the bus shelter if he didn't go with her due to the rain and he was so bored he honestly didn't care. "Sure." He replied with a shrug.
"Okay," Yuna nodded slightly, seeming content with that, leading the way into a back alleyway. Let's see... it should be on the next block. The rain was pouring down heavier than ever, but Yuna seemed quite at ease, appearing lost in her own world.
Hot-Streak however was feeling rather miserable, pulling the trench coat over his head and scowling. He was beginning to think he should have just stayed on the bus and ridden it back to his neighbourhood, but it was too late for that now. "Just hurry up." He commented grumpily.
"It's this way," Yuna assured him distractedly, not too bothered at his grumpy tone, despite the fact that he'd been the one to tag along with her. As they continued through the rather shady streets, Yuna was completely oblivious to the fact that someone (or several someones) appeared to be following them, lurking in the shadows behind. This book should help... should have more answers about Yevon... I couldn't understand it at all before, but things are different now, I'm sure.
"This book had better be important." Hot-Streak muttered. Whilst he had agreed to come with her he had thought she would have at least let him use her umbrella, but no, he was getting wet again despite his best efforts. He too seemed rather oblivious to the people that were following him.
Yuna blinked, glancing behind her, realising for the first time that he wasn't walking under the umbrella. Wonder why... She gestured for him to come closer, holding the umbrella over both of them, although it was a bit difficult due to the height difference. "It is important," she nodded slowly.
"Fine," He replied, rolling his eyes a little. He did have to wonder how a book could be important, books had been relatively useless to him throughout his life. "You go get your book, I'll hang out here." He refrained from adding 'leave the umbrella', thinking it'd sound stupid.
"It's in that building," Yuna pointed to a building on the next block, running a hand through her hair. She briefly debated telling him, but he either wouldn't believe her, wouldn't see the importance, or both. "I don't think he'd mind if you came in, but it'll only be a minute..."
"Alright, but only because I'm bored." Hot-Streak responded, shrugging casually and following her towards the building.
"It'll only take a minute," Yuna assured him, although she stopped in her tracks as several men stepped out in front of them, others appearing behind them. "Um..." she glanced around, feeling somewhat wary as they closed in around them. "We need to get past," she explained quietly, keeping on her guard. Her reflexes were honed, if one of them made a move, she should be able to dodge. Then again... she couldn't dodge bullets, even if there was a revolver in her backpack.
The apparent leader stepped forward, brandishing a .45mm pistol and smirking to himself, addressing the pair confidently. "If you give us all 'ya money, I might let you go with only a few flesh wounds."
Realizing that they were surrounded, Hot-Streak raised his head to stare defiantly at the gang leader before clenching his fists. Since that he was relatively dry, the flames ignited immediately. Adjusting his stance he sent several fireballs in the gang's general direction before answering cockily "You want it, come an' take it!"
Yuna tensed, quickly noting that it would take her too long to draw her own gun, especially since it was unloaded (she did have bullets on her, but slotting them in would take too long, and she couldn't risk them getting wet. Moving so that she was back to back with Hot Streak, she questioned quietly, "You won't be able to use that power if the rain gets on you, will you?"
"You one of them freaks?!" Another snapped, waving the gun around. The safety was still on the gun, Yuna realised, but she wasn't about to make any stupid moves. "Like on the news, the ones the government say are fucking up the city?"
Hot-Streak smirked. "I doubt I'm a part of those 'freaks' but hey, I can fuck up the city, so why not?" He questioned with a casual shrug before sending another wave of fire in his direction, letting out a short growl of irritation at Yuna's question and flat out refusing to answer. The rain was really coming down hard, but provided he wasn't exposed to too much of it, the flames would hold.
Ducking as the fireball shot past him and struck a large dumpster, setting it alight, the gang leader swore and fired several bullets which were melted by a second fireball. "Bastard! Freaks like you are all the same!"
Bullets. Great. One thing that Yuna had always liked about demons was their tendency to shun projectile weapons; even the ones that did use them didn't use firearms. It made demon-hunting easier, that was for sure. But this... and she couldn't hurt these people too badly anyway, even though they were obviously trying to hurt her. "Leave us alone!" Yuna protested firmly, clenching her fists.
One of the men surrounding them abruptly lunged forwards as his friend exhausted bullets, aiming to swipe at one of them (probably Hot Streak) from the side while he was distracted. Yuna caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, swinging and hitting the man with her backpack, but before she knew it, the two had been shoved apart, the umbrella discarded on the ground nearby. Yuna, for her part, was knocked a good couple of feet, tripping and ending up on the ground, wincing as she glanced around. I guess I can't...
Feeling the rain hit him, Hot-Streak swore as the flames intensified. Not really caring about whether he seriously injured anyone or not, he shot jets of fire towards the general crowd, though it wasn't long before the flames surrounding his hands became smaller, flickering slightly. Clenching his fists tighter in anger, causing his powers to flare again, he sent a wall of fire towards the gang members, causing them to leap out of the way. Despite his anger at the situation, it was clear he was having fun but it was short lived as the guttering (which had clearly seen better days) of the building they were standing in front of them collapsed, sending a large quantity of water down onto him and dousing his flames. "Argh! SHIT!"
The gang leader smirked. "Not so cocky now, are you? Mutant."
"Back off," Yuna said firmly, getting to her feet and raising her gun. The gun was unloaded still, she hadn't taken the time to load it, and besides, it would be vulnerable to the water (the bag had gotten soaked when she'd fallen, going straight in a puddle). Still, it certainly looked formidable. Yuna was completely drenched, hair plastered to her face, her clothes dirty and her beanie having fallen off, lying in the same muddy puddle. Gritting her teeth as she saw the men weren't about to back down, she closed her eyes. "Bahamut!"
A light surrounded her, the sky appearing to cloud over for a split second before it appeared around her, a dragon. The beast was a good fifteen feet tall, towering over all of them, and it certainly looked intimidating, the rain bouncing off its leathery skin and making it glisten slightly. The dragon -Bahamut, Yuna had called it- gave a low, guttural roar, although it didn't seem to mind as the girl leant up, gently patting its neck. A slight smile crossed Yuna's face and she stepped forward and flicked her wrist slightly. Bahamut gave another, decidedly more threatening, roar and lunging forwards at the gang leader standing over Hot Streak. Needless to say, the gang leader didn't exactly manage to stand his ground, sent flying back. "Now leave!" Yuna shook her head rapidly, looking around, gun still raised. "Go, now!"
Upon hearing the roar, Hot-Streak jerked his head to the side, paling a little as he saw the giant creature looming over him before glancing at Yuna, realizing that it was going to do whatever she told it to and suddenly looking rather enthusiastic even if he did still feel somewhat nervous. "You're a Bang Baby!" He yelled out, shaking his hands in the hopes of drying them before glancing back at the gang, smiling cockily as he snapped "You'd better run! COWARDS!" Laughing he turned his back on the fleeing gang, swaggering over to her.
"That was close," Yuna murmured, glancing down at her gun and examining it, pulling the safety back on (not that it even had any bullets) and quickly stashing it in her back again. Glancing up at Bahamut, she nodded slightly, smiling gratefully. "Thank you," she added, gazing at the dragon as though it were some kind of house pet and watching as it simply vanished. Glancing around somewhat warily, Yuna hastily pulled the beanie back on, her face partially obscured. "...we'd better get out of here, someone would've called the police, come on..."
Still angry at the fact that he was drenched (again!) Hot-Streak wrung out his hair again and ruffled it messily before following Yuna out of the alleyway, his mood brightened somewhat when he heard the dumpster explode from the flames that had consumed it, clearly some idiot had thrown away something highly flammable though with his anger still simmering under the surface, he remained silent.
"Are you alright?" Yuna questioned, glancing at him, walking quickly back towards the street. She just put the umbrella back in her bag, not bothering to wrap it up, everything was drenched anyway. I'll have to pick up the book another day, I just can't...
"I'm wet." Hot-Streak answered irritably, more annoyed at the fact that he was unable to vent his original anger since there was nothing to kick or punch and his powers were well and truly doused.
"You should probably go home and change," Yuna smiled sheepishly, wrapping her arms around herself, adding, "I'm soaked too." At least she hadn't been wearing white, she decided.
She's right. It's freezing and whilst I'm this wet, I'll never get my powers back. Hot-Streak thought to himself irritably before turning away from Yuna, offering a casual wave "Maybe I'll catch you later." He offered gruffly before sauntering off, shoving his hands into his pockets.