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Post by Hayley Reid on May 16, 2018 16:40:22 GMT -4
 Hayley was almost distracted watching the unnatural way Darren moved. It was like one of those incredibly bad low budget knock-off animated films sped up a hundred times. Was that his Quirk? It had to be.
“Hey!” she protested when he seized her arm, but then she glimpsed the bartender on the phone herself right as Darren gave her his brief explanation for his actions. As much as she loved to pulverise the living daylights out of lowlifes, and as much as she would insist this was all self-defence, being arrested meant being possibly outed as a vigilante, which was a definite no-go.
So, she once again reluctantly allowed Darren to drag her away and – Jesus! She was suddenly pulled through the air so fast she did not even get chance to cry out before they landed again by the exit.
“Give me a warning before you do that, jackass!” she snapped.
Even as she spoke, though, she saw the obstacle in the form of the big hairy-assed biker with the boulder arms. Boulder arms. That was a new one. God, his mother must have hated giving birth to him.
She readied her swarm but Darren was already charging the guy. The look on his face was identical to Hayley’s own. Yes, they were definitely kindred spirits. She wasted no time commanding her swarm to descend on Mr Boulder Arms after Darren’s blow left him wide open. He shrieked in a most unmanly manner and flailed, the boulders deflating like balloons until his arms were normal again. Hayley saw her chance and launched a leaping kick straight into the man’s groin. He dropped.
“Don’t fuck with Vespa, bitch!” Hayley declared, so caught in her adrenaline rush she momentarily forgot she was not actually Vespa in that moment. Right after thinking about how she did not want to be caught, too...
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 17, 2018 15:27:45 GMT -4
When they landed in front of the biker and Hayley complained, Darren just gave her a cheeky “Sorry, I thought you were tough” with a snarky smile. Then, he heard buzzing, a lot of it, remembered what the girl could do, and shut his trap for a second.
The fight against the huge biker with the boulder arms ended shortly. After the blonde delinquent drove home a nasty liver blow, he stepped back and an angry-sounding swarm of bees flew around him to sting the biker, who soon lost all pretense of manliness when he broke in a high-pitched cry. Darren couldn’t fault the guy. Even the brawling-hardened violence-loving delinquent tensed up when the buzzing, stinger-happy mass of yellow insects circled him with cold precision, stinging only who that crazy rocker chick wanted them to sting, which was fortunately not him.
Bee Gee. That was gonna be her nickname. Despite the healthy dose of fear beehive girl drove in him just now, Darren’s mind was always thinking of dumb crap. He was kind of like a computer constantly running an automated shitposting algorithm in the background, in that respect.
When the swarm began to clear up, Darren readied himself for a second hit on the biker, and then they would be home free. He’d still wait for the bees to completely move out the way, though. Who knew how much control the girl had over them?
The girl in question, however, didn’t have such reservation about her bees and dashed past Darren. He caught a glimpse of her face. She was definitely enjoying this. Her lips were twisted in a sick rictus much like the one he usually had on when fighting.
As the girl delivered her own blow, however, Darren was not smiling. It was one of these “masculine solidarity” things. The blonde delinquent couldn’t help but flinch and squeeze his legs together a little. No man liked seeing another man being kicked in the balls, even if you were just done fighting the man in question. His arms deflated like rock balloons with a whiny sound that Darren couldn’t quite figure if came from the arms or from the man, holding on to his genitals with his now-humanlike hands in the fetal position.
Darren stepped over him with a hint of pity in his face. “Yeah, don’t mess with an Italian scooter!” A constantly running shitposting algorithm in the back of his brain, I tell you. He opened to back door to freedom. Freedom looked like a dirty back alley littered with empty kegs and a big green dumpster in the middle.
He closed it behind them and took a second to catch his breath. “Nice work, Bee Gee.”. His usual snark escaped him, bur his tone was spiked with a touch of respect, and maybe a pinch of fear or two. “Or… Vespa, I guess? Why would you call yourself after a scooter bike? That’s a weird delinquent name.” Of course, knowing only the world of underage brawling, he automatically assumed that the girl was one of those delinquents who liked giving themselves a cool name. Convenient, innit? |
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Post by Hayley Reid on May 17, 2018 19:11:46 GMT -4
Hayley shot Darren a brief bemused look at ‘Bee Gee’. Seriously? She huffed it off, too occupied with getting out of there to care as much as she might have otherwise about the lack of badassery in that nickname.
“Whatever you say, Bollywood,” she fired back with a smirk of her own. ‘Bollywood’ she drew from the fact his jerky, unnatural movements reminded her of the fight scenes in those hokey Bollywood flicks her aunt liked to watch.
Unfortunately he went on to remind her of her stupid mistake – she had given away her vigilante name, Vespa. She could have slapped herself senseless. Had she literally not just thought she needed to avoid being outed as a vigilante? She tried so hard to follow her father’s teachings about being sensible, but her own blazing blood always got the better of her in the moment, it seemed.
Wait, what? Did he think she named herself for a scooter? Vespa was the name of an old Italian scooter model, but it was also Latin for ‘wasp’, and that was where she had got it from damn it. She liked big badass motorbikes with thunderous engines, not wimpy scooters. She could not admit her real reason for going by Vespa, however, and she knew it.
“I just think they’re cool,” she thus replied.
Not very convincing. It did not help that her cheeks reddened slightly from the embarrassment of having to say that.
“I, uh, really need to get back home,” she quickly went on. “My aunt’s probably called the military at this point. Look, it was, uh, nice getting to go backstage with you and all. Thanks.”
Sirens blared in the distance. This, coupled with the need to hide her identity and the fact the bar brawl was still raging and someone could easily come out after them meant she knew she had to split fast even if she might have wanted to talk to Darren a bit more – though she was not sure if she did or not, given she still was unsure if he had really wanted that.
“Maybe I’ll see you again?” she added, though she was already backing off. The police would be there at any moment…
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 18, 2018 21:52:03 GMT -4
Darren snickered. “Bollywood? I’m clearly a Super Sentai”, he answered with a smile.
When he mentioned her ‘delinquent’ name, however, her cheeks reddened a little. Now that he thought about it, a lot was weird with this girl who “didn’t need” hero school. She could fight just as well as he could and she clearly enjoyed it too. He squinted his eyes at her like he was suspicious.
In truth, he was wondering if the girl was like him. Even among delinquents, few people truly enjoyed the act of fighting like he did. Some were in it purely for the violence; others for the sense of accomplishment after a victory, and some others were in it to test their skills. He was about everything and any and all sources of adrenaline were good to him.
She quickly went on to say she needed to go, and that and the sirens reminded him that he should probably haul ass as well. “Don’t mention it,” he smiled. She was a bit of a shambling mess, but Darren was used to making people uncomfortable.
“Maybe I’ll see you again?”
“Well, if you’re into that dinosaur shit, there’s a pretty good Stones tribute band at the 76 next month,” he said. “Until next time, Bee Gee!”
With that, Darren leaped on top of the dumpster, gave the beehive girl a two finger salute and leaped over the high wall separating the alley in two. He trotted away from the bar at a relaxed pace. Today had been a fun day. He'd leave the question of whether they would see each other again to her. He was coming to the Stones thing anyway. He was into that dinosaur shit, for one.
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Post by Keiran on May 19, 2018 22:32:00 GMT -4
So put another dime in the jukebox baby~
Darren: +38xp
Haley: +35xp
This thread was so much fun! I love the energy of a rock and roll venue as the setting, and it's always nice to see a pair of beat-em-up Quirks in a brawl. I hope Darren and Haley stay in touch. This looks like the start of an excellent chaotic team~
On the technical side of things, I did deduct some points for a few things: the transition to backstage was a bit confusing, with Darren and Haley's conversation being smooshed. I would have liked to see the dialouge between Darren and his father rather than have it be explained to us what they talked about, and occasionally the PC/NPC dialogue was difficult to differentiate between who was talking when. Over all, though, it was a solid thread with lots of interesting plot hooks that I look forward to seeing progress!
Also, you naughty kids, getting the cops called on you. Tsk tsk!
🐾 Keiran 🐾
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2018 6:06:23 GMT -4
Stepping in here to overwrite Keiran's grades, unfortunately. The overall length of the thread/posts do not warrant experience that high. The base experience earned for either was 33exp for Darren and 25exp for Hayley respectively. Overall, as Keiran mentioned, there are a few things that make the thread slightly harder to read.
To add to Keiran's small complaints, the complete lack of reaction to two severely underaged children in a bar seems a little odd. I realize that Darren would likely go to such places. To go there and get into a barfight with no repercussions is a bit over the top.
Thus the final tallies for experience is 19exp added for Hayley and 27exp for Darren respectively. Enjoy!
Darren: +27exp
Hayley: +19exp
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