Bang Bang Bang!
Summer 2021, Week 3
Thursday evening
Henry, The Wards
Aloysius ‘Aloy’ Fumi
After his conversation and somewhat training with Victory last night. “Unbreakable” had gained some confidence in his ability to fly. At least enough to not slam into buildings and cause a lot of property damage, he has decided to go to the ward, at least if the cops were called it wouldn’t be such a quick response. He had currently flown up high above Henry, just enough so that no one would spot him unless they were looking, and he smiled floating there with his hands in his hoodie. “Alright I got the basics, but what fun is anything without some style? I mean look at cars, JDM, Muscle, or music. Right style means everything.” He nodded and unzipped his hoodie, so it more resembled a cape and, in his head, planned a route with a few ideas to try new corners. He just floated there for a bit. Not menacingly or well he at least tried to float up high as casually as possible. Using his momentum at his feet that he used to fly Aloy pushed up like he was going to do a loop and then stopped his flight, so he started falling faster and faster to the ground doing flips from high up. ”WOOOOOHOOOOOOO!” The young man kept falling and falling and falling, not that he’d admit it, but he was actually terrified that his powers wouldn’t activate and he’d smush into the pavement like some sick fucking egg. The music kept pumping through his earbuds as he got closer and closer. “C’mon Aloy, you can do this. Nice and Steezy.” He grinned as he grabbed onto his knees and spun before activating his flight again and with a loud crack like a whip he took off before he reached out and stopped it again his hands slamming into the top of a streetlight so he could swing around it like an acrobat.[Type x 1 Normal -3ep 12/15 Type x 2 Normal -3ep 22/25]
Laslow Karivatz-Briggins
Having just finished with his escort job, delivering the drugged-up woman to the hands of one of his trafficker contacts, Laslow grins, his hand lighting up from the power he borrowed from one of them. Good. Haven't been double-crossed yet. My negotiated price probably dissuaded them from acting too rashly. After all, I delivered exactly what they asked for, for a low price. Smirking, he continues to exercise this light power, his hand glowing continuing for a time. 60.. 61.. 62.. 63.. he counts as each second passes, focusing on longevity of his adopted power.[Type 1, Basic x6, 10/10]
Aloysius ‘Aloy’ Fumi
Aloy was obvious if Laslow even looked up as the light was flickering in and out a bit as the tall young man spun and let go doing a flip before attempting superhero landing across the street but ended up doing a rockstar style slide on his knees leaving a pothole in the middle of the intersection. CRACK SKRRT CRUNCH “O-oh fuck. That… looked so cool I reckon. Fuckin’ ow.”Laslow Karivatz-Briggins
The light fades from his hand upon reaching 72. Scowling at first, he notes that progress is being made, albeit very slow. He looks to the kid swinging on the light pole like an idiot and he cocks his head curiously to the side. The teen had not noticed Laslow, even when his hand was glowing like a chem-light. Let's see what you are, kid. he thinks to himself as his pupils become predatory, reptilian slits. Peering at the static around the teen, he focused, fine-tuning to see what he was capable of.[Type 2, Minor x2, -2EP 8/10]
Boogeyman
STRONG... TAKE IT.Laslow Karivatz-Briggins
Smiling with glee, he thinks That... is an interesting lineup, kid In an attempt to get the teen's attention, he claps slowly, trying for less of a condescending tone but to put forth amusement and a look saying he was impressed. "Nice moves. Though I think the pavement couldn't handle them." Looking at Laslow, Aloy would see a man geared up like a typical bounty hunter, including tactical gear, varying handguns and ammunition, and a Bowie knife.Aloysius ‘Aloy’ Fumi
The young, masked man looked up from his position and sprung into his feet taking a few steps back. Normally if he felt the man was a threat, he would be fine. But Aloy had been punched and stabbed not shot. Seeing the gun his fight or flight kicks in. “Thanks. Let me guess now is the moment where you tell me to put my hands in the air and you try to kill me or arrest me?”Laslow Karivatz-Briggins
Laughing, he shakes his head slowly. "Your name wouldn't happen to be Colt Masterson, would it? You don't fit the description, but my intel has been wrong before. Harder to hunt down an evo that changes shape, if you catch my drift."Aloysius ‘Aloy’ Fumi
“Nope. I ain’t. What’s your name?” The young man asked with a minor weak grin still softly taking steps towards an alleyway.Laslow Karivatz-Briggins
Noting the obvious attempt to edge away to evade line of sight, he laughs. "My name's not important, kid, especially if I don't have yours. What's important is that if you plan to keep walking that way you risk running into people who are less cordial than me. I think you'd be safer flying." His eyes return to their normal, icy blue state. "Though with your strength, I'm sure you could easily handle them if you got the jump on 'em." Clearly, this guy knew waaay too much about Aloy and his capabilities, but Laslow's hand rested on the grip of one of his guns. Making a hostile move might prove to be fatal.Aloysius ‘Aloy’ Fumi
Aloy grinned he was almost in the Alleyway. He knew he had a plan and was probably faster than this guy. Aloy wasn’t an idiot. A shit stirrer with nothing to lose yes, but an idiot no. “Oh but you know my name remember your mother was screaming it last night!” He disappeared into the alleyway beginning to get awayLaslow Karivatz-Briggins
"Funny, didn't think your name was 'Run, Laslow, Run!" Shouting after Aloy, he gave chase, the thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins and making his heart pump wildly, drawing his pistol with the intent to wound his legs. Game on, punk. Time to huntBoogeyman
HAHAHAHAHAAAA! CHASE! CHAAASE!Laslow Karivatz-Briggins
Attempting to keep pace, he takes aim. BANG BANG BANG One bullet grazes along the boy's calf, the other two ricocheting off of the brick of the building next to him, landing in a pile of garbage. "I'll have your power, kid. One way, or another!"Aloysius ‘Aloy’ Fumi
Aloy didn't even feel the pain of the graze, the sound of the gunshots increased his heart race the only thing filling his ears was the yelling and the loudness of the gun before his heart. BUMP BUMPBUMP BUMP His pupils dilated and his body strengthened itself to take the force of a bullet let a fucking champ, his heavy breathing could be heard like a demonic force filling the alley. FUCK fuck fuck fuck. No, I can't die here. I've never had my first kiss o-or held hands with a girl o--or grew up and made fucking friends! GOD WHY AM I SUCH A LOSER. I can make it, steezy Aloy Steezy you dumb fuck. Aloy dashed around another corner blood beginning to stain his tracksuit pants and the floor a bit as he jumped up and like the crack of the bullets that were trying to fly into him, he went flying up and quickly over a roof somehow managing to flip over and miss a chimney doing evasive movements. Disappearing into the distance with a single phrase yelled. "FUCK YOU! ASSHOLE!"
[Type x 1 normal - 3EP 9/15 Type x 2 Normal -3EP 19/25]
Laslow Karivatz-Briggins
Fucking DAMMIT He takes aim, but Aloy is long gone by the time he does so. He scowls and finds the casings for his bullets, then looks for blood. Maybe I can glean something off of that. Hope rises in his chest when he sees a small, tiny bit of blood spattered against the ground, and reaches out to touch it. Fucking. Stupid. Kid he thinks to himself as he gets nothing; it seems he needs to directly touch a living part of whoever he wants the power from, so a few drops of blood in an alleyway is useless. And I gave my name, to boot. He grins. Good thing the NV government knows me as Chadwick Renner. He stands, disappointed from a fruitless hunt, and continues on his way towards his next destination: Colt Masterson's residence. I wonder if they have a power for me to try outAloy Fumi's Home, Lakeview
Storyteller
It was late that Humid Thursday night of the third week of summer, The streets of Oliveira were quiet as the warm midnight air nipped and warmed Aloy's skin.Aloysius ‘Aloy’ Fumi
Fuck everything hurts. Why didn't I go to the hospital? That’s right the fucking Evo thing... and I'd get in shit for lying to the cops. He sighed and kept limping his way until he got into his house rubbing his jaw and feeling hair he sighed, opening the freezer and grabbing a bag of ice and a Powerade. "Fuck. I don't even know how to shave. Shit." He sighed and poured the ice into the bath and started filling it up taking his real phone and going onto YouTube and searching the YouTube channel, "Dad, how do I?" this random man was going to teach him to tie a tie and shave......god this is fucking depressing. Aloy soaked his sore body into the bath and taught himself to shave, he got a few nicks but ended up finishing up and calling Victory about what happened. The next morning, he woke up took some aspirin and got ready, he spent hours picking an outfit. Trying to decide what to wear to the concert. Always saying "I look fucking stupid." or "Nope." every time he looked into the mirror, he had some band-aids on his face too. He ended up wearing a blank black long sleeved shirt that was a bit tight but oh well. I need to go shopping. He headed off into the car and drove away.
Type
Record, Historical
Medium
Digital Recording, Text
Authoring Date
July 8, 2021
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