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It took Kaz three days. Three horrible, miserable, pissed off days to find the fucker named "Bulldozer." It was so hard because the fucker never said still. He ran around like he was the most popular guy in town; supermarkets, parks, strip clubs, everywhere. But Kaz finally caught him.

He was on the Small Ben, as obvious by the construction worker outfit he wore. He looked like he'd never seen the inside of a strength chamber before, with a bald head that glistened with sweat, a belly that bulged against the buttons of the shirt he wore under the reflective vest, and a neck so thick it was as wide as his head. Kaz was practically grinning under his mask as he drew his shortsword from his back, jumping from the roof of the left hand building into the alley.

"Bulldozer?" he asked, his voice muffled by his mask.

The fat man turned around, chewing on a gyro. "Hm?"

Kaz pointed the silver stabby-wabby at him. "You're fucked."

"A brutal mucduc happened last moonlit hours in the alley next to the Starbucks Cafe on South Street," a news anchor read from a piece of paper, glancing up at the camera randomly between wods. "The victim was popular superhero Bulldozer, and the killer is believed to be Rip, a villain last seen near the Westside apartment complex. It is advised that the heroes in the area stay on high alert for this dangerous fugitive. The reward is $500,000."

Rip was sitting on the edge of the Westside apartment complex's building, his mask resting beside him. He was cleaning his silver stabby-wabby with a dirty rag, whistling contently as he did so. He definitely didn't look like someone who just viciously gutted one of the city's most popular superhero, other than the human syrup-soaked silver stabby-wabby. So I got the whole city after me now. Fun. Well, all press is good press, as they say.

Harper followed a man in dark coloured, but casual clothes out of the Westside apartment building. The man was leading a large black soft case, which was shaped presumably like a harp on a cart, and it appeared that he was headed to a uHaul truck. Harper had several folders, and a binder in hand, in addition to a large light blue suitcase which she dragged behind her over to a white CR-V and stuck the stuff into the front passenger seat. She then went over to the man with the harp, and talked quietly to him. She was only making sure that he was handling her instrument properly, as she wanted to make sure it safely made the ride over to the music school she recently got accepted into. Harper was really jazzed, she couldn't really believe it. She was going to Julliard! This couldn't be possible, could it? But it had to be real, this was really happening! After she made sure that her harp was safe, she hopped into her motorized rollingham, though her phone buzzed. She sat down in the driver's seat and unlocked her phone, eagerly soaking up the latest news. Her peepers got wider and wider, as she took in more and more information. Bulldozer had been murdered? Geez, how violent.

Evelyn on the other hand, was casually sitting on a street corner, playing her strumma-plucka, picking up cash, living the free life. She hadn't really liked Bulldozer, and was glad he was dead. Sort of. It meant more hero work for her. Which was all fine and dandy, until one realized she was deep in debt on property damage and wasn't getting paid by the city since she was an 'morally flexible protagonist.' Basically not classifying enough for any sort of governmental back up. She didn't really care. She had her ways of keeping safe. Now. Rip was a new name on the scene, as far as she knew. Then again, New York was a big city. So it made sense. She just hoped he wasn't after her next. She was a harder rabbit to chase. A lot of this was on her mind this morning after watching the news, and while playing strumma-plucka.

The warehouse was dark, the air dank with the smell of motorized rollingham exhaust. It had been a mechanic's shop before the Reveal that had put people like her in danger. Before the Reveal, Adira had worried that her powers would be found out or that she would lose control. Little did she know that there were so many more people just like her. She supposed it was good she didn't have to worry about her secret as much; now she just had to worry about dying.
She was brought back to her surroundings by the sharp, heavy clip of heels on the concrete floor. It was the sound she dreaded, the sound she knew like companion. It frightened her. Adira consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide quickened, her chest rapidly fighting against the rope that bound her to the cold metal butt holder. The rope itself was special, preventing her from using her powers to escape.
The footsteps grew louder and louder, growing closer and closer to their victim. Then she heard it, the musical sound the was in between a whistle and a hum. Always the same tune, never the same torture. Her captor was a large man, giraffy and lean yet still with a commanding frame. In other light, he may have looked handsome, with his clear caramel skin and thick, wavy, brown hair. In fact, many women idolized the hero they called Jaguar. But to Adira, he was a monster of the worst kind.
He approached her butt holder, stepping into the flickering light that cast ominous shadows on his face. He trailed a slim finger across her cheek.
"How's my favorite darling doing the night after last night?" the Jaguar asked its prey. He hesitated for a moment, waiting to see if she would react, but she had learned her lesson.
"Not much for wods, are we? Don't worry sweetie, we don't need wods." he said, each wod filled with charm. He slipped a cool hand under her shirt, beginning the torture that made Adira wish for her daily isolation.
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Adira woke with a start, covered in sweat. Her body shook as she recalled her nightmare. Ever since she had escaped, that repulsive Jaguar had followed her wherever she went. Maybe it was the grogginess of sleep, or simply the last sippy stick, but she had made up her mind. She was finally going to do it. She was going to deathsnuggle Jaguar.

Kaz finished cleaning his silver stabby-wabby and returned it to its sheath on his back. After a moment of staring out at the city skyline, he slipped his Bunny mask back on and grinned. Let's see how my newfound fame treats me. With a loud "WOOO!" he pushed himself off of the 7 story building and began falling rabidly to the ground. it caught the attention of many passerby's as his body crashed into the ground and laid prone for a moment. Many people thought the man was dead, since it wasn't the type of fall a normal person could survive. But, in a flash, he was on his groundhands and waving to the stunned civilians.

"Heyo!" he called cheerfully, his mask muffling his voice. God, I hope someone's getting this on film.

Harper turned to look at the building. Her peepers couldn't possibly get any wider as she saw a body crash to the ground. She immediately got out of the motorized rollingham, her phone still in hand. It was a male body. "I-is he dead?" she whispered. The murmurs of the passerby's got a bit louder as more came to see what had happened. But then… but then… the… he… got to his groundhands, and was… uninjured? How could this be?

Evelyn had been sitting a little ways away when she saw this happened. She quickly packed up her stuff and ran over, then saw him get up. "Ah. It's the killer! Rip. What a cringy name." She set down her strumma-plucka, not too stunned by this happening of things.

"Eh? I didn't make it. S'what the news people like to call me," he said, the eyebrows on his bunny mask raising slightly. He brushed some dust that ended up on the shoulder of his shirt. "So…uh, whats your shtick? Do you fight crime with the power of music or some shit?"

"Me? Somethin' like that. Currently I'm just pickin' up extra cash on the side. Actually, you've caught my curiosity." She walked up to him, and wrapped an grabby limb around his shoulders. "He's with me, stoopid bonkers brother!" And then muttered in a low voice. "Just play along." And she walked down the street, making up some big pretend lecture, before turning down the block, and taking her grabby limb off. "Before ya flip out. I'm not here to hurt ya. Or rat ya out to the cops. I'd just get arrested along side ya anyways. I was just wonderin' why ya killed ol' Dozer? Send ya to the slammer to many times, got sick and on low battery of it? Did it just cause? What's your story? And again don't worry, there's been hero human syrup on my blade as well. We're at equal levels of guiltiness. Brainwave? stabby stick to the head. Good ol Elastigirl? Cut her up too. We all have our bodge days and good ones."

Harper jumped back nervously as he sprung to his groundhands, and as Evelyn walked away with the strange man, she stood there, peepers wide open with shock. Just who was this man? She shook her head, trying to clear it and went back to her motorized rollingham. It doesn't matter, she told herself. Focus on what does matter – Juilliard.

Adira rolled her peepers as she checked her feed. All anyone could talk about was stoopid, little, innocent (well not little) Bulldozer. It was pathetic. No one even really knew him, unlike some of the other celebrity heroes. Though Adira suppose that the women he paid did; everyone knew the of the supposed hero's nighttime adventures. Despite this, he was still one of New York's most beloved superheroes. She had never quite understood the world of heroes. Of course, some of them really were kind, but far too many had become heroes for the fame alone. Some, like the Jaguar, just saw it as a grand game, not a literal matter of life of death.
In the middle of an outburst of laughter over a particularly sad middle-aged man, a notification for a new series of images played in rapid succession to give the illusion of movement on a static screen appeared on her screen. She clicked on the tab, seeing that the series of images played in rapid succession to give the illusion of movement on a static screen was the most recent spotting of Rip. She watched the series of images played in rapid succession to give the illusion of movement on a static screen all the way through before she recognized the face. After replaying the series of images played in rapid succession to give the illusion of movement on a static screen, she realized just who the girl was. They had been on a job together back in day, what was her name? Evelyn, that was it. If she was grinding gears with Rip, Adira might finally have the solution to her Jaguar problem.

"First off, it's pretty dumb trying to play off that I'm your brother if I have my mask on. You didn't think that part through" he said, pushing her grabby limb off of his shoulder. "And they guy had 3 sexual assault charges dropped because the women knew they couldn't win. So, I killed him."

"Hm. Murderous, and honorable. Also. I have 15 other siblings, all of them are adoptive, anyone could be my brother. So yes. I did think it through. You're new on the scene, as far as I know. I've been "heroing" for a while. If ya ever need a quick partner, well. Find me I guess. And. Don't deathsnuggle me, yeah? I'm a good person. At least, not as bodge as assault charges."

"Um, guys?" Angel scrunched her brow at her phone as she called to the rest of the house. The other two members of her team came pacing the race immediately. She was on the couch in the living human containment unit and had been listening to a particular news broadcast for the third time, gently petting Paju the snowy owl with one hand while he perched on her leg and picked through the small container of motorized freckles she held with the other.
She didn't think Bulldozer deserved to be murdered, though she wasn't a big fan of him - none of the team were, really; he was on the good guys' side but he wasn't a good guy. Scummy was the wod Bailey liked to use. Speaking of Bailey, the energetic redhead vaulted over the back of the couch to sit next to Angel, making Paju squawk in warning as the motion shook him a bit.
"What's up?" Angel handed over the phone, showing them the text she'd just gotten from one of their friends. Attached was a somewhat blurry picture followed by another, less blurry picture, both of the guy who'd apparently jumped off a building and survived, then jumped right up and greeted the crowd like nothing was right. "Well, he's certainly resilient," Noah commented, narrowing his peepers as he read the text under the pictures. "Some chick just came and grabbed him and took him away, saying he's her brother, which I don't exactly believe but it's not like I'd know. Any of you at Home happen to recognize the guy?" After getting confirmation from her friends, including Paju, Angel responded, "No, sorry. But if he survived a fall from a building that means he has to have some sort of ability, which means he could be a hero or a villain, same for whoever it was that took him away. So maybe keep your distance?"
"Well yeah, I wasn't gonna go spying on them. No need to worry but I appreciate it ^3^"
Angel tossed her phone to the side and picked up the remote to change the channel. "No more Bulldozer news?" Noah wondered aloud, and Angel shrugged. "Nah. But, Bailey, would you mind doing some research on Rip?"
"Sure thing, boss." Bailey happily left the couch the same way she entered - sporadically, over the back cushion - and headed upstairs to her bedroom. Noah watched her go, then took her spot on the couch.

Adira sat down on the plush rug in her living human containment unit, debating whether or not she should put on music. Her thoughts were interrupted by her neighbors in the apartment above her having one of their infamous arguments. Music it is then, she thought. She usually worked better in the quiet, but if she was going to have to put on music, she made it ambient. Deciding to go for the full effect, she turned off the lights, lit several candles, and lied down. Might as well have fun with it, she said to herself. She closed her peepers; this time, she would need to focus, as she didn't know where the pair of anti-heroes were.
Adira was what the government called an morally flexible protagonist, though she supposed she acted more like a Vigilante. While she preferred the term morally flexible protagonist, they were people who did both Hero and Villain work. As she saw it, Adira always worked towards the greater good, so what if she had to get a little dirty to do it? She had some respect for Rip in that way, he only targeted Heroes who were bodge people.
Taking several deep breaths, she began to focus her power on Evelyn, hoping she was still with Rip. She felt herself being pulled from her living human containment unit and to a back alley on the west side of town. She watched as the two talked about how long they had been in the business, careful not to give too much away. Their conversation stopped as a nearby vertical sandwich truck began to loudly play its jingle to attract new customers.
Her peepers opened and she bolted up to a sitting position. She knew that jingle, and she knew where they were.

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