[open] For in the tense and tangled web our weary lives can weave
Characters: Derek and anyone
Time: after hotel went boom
Location: wandering the streets of Chicago, looking for people who might have gotten hurt, coffee hunting, searching for music in a music-less city, and whatever else he can come across
Content: An easy way to get CR meme stuff going!
Format: starting with prose but anything after is cool
Warnings: probably language and shenanigans at most
Also, if you want to have a normal powered Agent for 15 minutes and then a zero powered Agent leave a note in a tag. Otherwise assume he hasn't lost his Music Sense yet.
As he walked through the streets, Derek noticed the stiffness and heaviness in his body from cuts, bruises, and minor burns all over, and he only noticed those because it could hamper any action he needed to take. Occasionally, he still coughed out a little smoke and ash from the burned down Cultural Center, but his lungs had mostly cleared. His afro had been restyled, and Derek tried his best to sew up the cuts and burns on his black suit in slightly uneven stitching with black thread. He didn't care much for appearances, but creating a good image was part of being an Elite Beat Agent. No doubt Morris would complain about how crumpled his fedora was getting, shoved under his suit jacket and tucked into his belt. It had company with the White Rabbit's pocket watch also clipped firmly in place.
With people disappearing and others losing their powers, this Agent knew that he couldn't afford to slip up as he walked the empty streets with the fog closing in on them. Chicago needed help, and he'd die trying to do something. Giving up was not an option here. Even if things were bad. Rather than stay still and mope, Derek would try to show what they could still do. He scouted. He checked areas. He listened. Whatever he thought would help.
Time: after hotel went boom
Location: wandering the streets of Chicago, looking for people who might have gotten hurt, coffee hunting, searching for music in a music-less city, and whatever else he can come across
Content: An easy way to get CR meme stuff going!
Format: starting with prose but anything after is cool
Warnings: probably language and shenanigans at most
Also, if you want to have a normal powered Agent for 15 minutes and then a zero powered Agent leave a note in a tag. Otherwise assume he hasn't lost his Music Sense yet.
As he walked through the streets, Derek noticed the stiffness and heaviness in his body from cuts, bruises, and minor burns all over, and he only noticed those because it could hamper any action he needed to take. Occasionally, he still coughed out a little smoke and ash from the burned down Cultural Center, but his lungs had mostly cleared. His afro had been restyled, and Derek tried his best to sew up the cuts and burns on his black suit in slightly uneven stitching with black thread. He didn't care much for appearances, but creating a good image was part of being an Elite Beat Agent. No doubt Morris would complain about how crumpled his fedora was getting, shoved under his suit jacket and tucked into his belt. It had company with the White Rabbit's pocket watch also clipped firmly in place.
With people disappearing and others losing their powers, this Agent knew that he couldn't afford to slip up as he walked the empty streets with the fog closing in on them. Chicago needed help, and he'd die trying to do something. Giving up was not an option here. Even if things were bad. Rather than stay still and mope, Derek would try to show what they could still do. He scouted. He checked areas. He listened. Whatever he thought would help.