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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 8:56 pm
If there was one thing Merlinite absolutely loved about late night patrols, it was late night food. It was a great excuse to have fast food when he usually would not dare eat so late, let alone eat so heavily. But with his new form, new exercise, and new routine, he could do whatever he wanted without guilt because he was not going to put anything on.
He was bouncing up walls and leaping through bushes, and other night stalker type things like that. With all that running and activity, stopping for a burger meal from one of the many twenty four hour fast food joints around the city was basically required to keep his energy up.
So he had his meal, as large a size as he could swing, in his lap. It had taken powering down to order and pay for, but he'd powered up again and fled to the building's rooftop to enjoy it.
When he was done, he'd swoop back in and get the energy from all those workers inside. But he wouldn't touch the tills or try to get back any of the money he'd paid for this meal. Nor would he steal food. He had no need to do that, did he? It did not benefit him in any real way and they had done the service he'd paid them for.
Plus, this burger was amazing.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:39 pm
Levi was a forgettable kid. He made his best effort to blend into the background in any crowd, slinking around in over sized hoodies. He looked like a piece of taffy stretched too thin. He had once been a short, undersized kid. Now he'd had one hell of a growth spurt and his body hadn't been able to keep up - he'd burnt off every inch of fat by the time he leveled out. It made him slouch forward a little, an attempt to go unnoticed among the heads that passed him at shoulder height.
As he slipped into the old burger joint to answer a midnight food craving, he pulled one of his over sized headphones off, letting it rest just behind his ear where it continued to shriek a high pitched guitar solo among a thunder of bass. He got quietly in the line behind an old bum carefully counting out a dollar in pennies and nickels.
Levi could have helped, but he wasn't going to.
His head just continued to bob along to his music, though a small scowl was beginning to tug the corners of his mouth down.
"Hey old man, the rest of us gotta eat too, y'know.." The bum never even looked away from his counting, but the cashier cast Levi a pleading look that had him scowling, but retreating into silence.
He just wanted a damn burger.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 10:42 am
Merlinite finished his meal at his own pace, humming his contentment as he crunched up the trash inside the bag, then tossed it away. He did manage to find a trash can for it, at the very least, which was nice of him. He had no reason to litter, anyway: and if it did not benefit him in some small way, there was no point to just be malicious for the sake of it.
Even he had some standards, damn it.
He bounced down from the roof and slid inside the building. He knew that there were only two people working out on the floor that night, and maybe another somewhere in the back. He saw two people in the dining room.
It was his first attempt at multiple target energy draining, but he was going to go for it.
"What's the hold up in this line?" he called, grinning as he sauntered toward the counter. He passed Levi first, though his plan was to get him right after he got the old bum guy. He moved to touch the old man on the shoulder, with one finger, because he didn't really want to touch the guy at all. He focused on pulling the energy out of him as fast as he could, though he was still new to it so it was difficult for him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 11:22 am
It was almost impossible to believe when Merlinite sauntered through. Not because seeing another Negaverser surprised him, but because he was doing the very thing Levi had been silently praying would happen. ..or he was trying to, anyway. "You're doing that all wrong," he sighed, stepping up to the side of the old bum as he slumped down onto his knees, though stared gape-mouthed and wide-eyed up at Merlinite. Still conscious. That's when the cashier put two and two together and started edging slowly towards the door to the back of the house. "Great," he breathed under his breath, dropping his bookbag to the ground with a thud. The woman bolted through the door just as Levi called Domeykite over him, and he hopped over the counter and caught her by the wrist as she was disappearing through the other side. "Not so fast," he breathed, overpowering her and holding her still even as she started to scream for one of her co-workers in the kitchen. His hand rose and gripped her by the throat - not enough to choke her, but certainly enough to stop that incessant screaming. Then he concentrated on the drain, feeling as her life force slowly poured out of her and into the small pearl forming in his opposite hand. When she slumped into unconsciousness, he let her slide down against the wall until she was leaning back with her legs sprawled before her. "It's way more efficient if you put a little feeling into it, see?" His pleased grin spread from ear to ear and he shouldered sideways through the door. "Hurry up with him, there's at least two guys in the kitchen."
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 10:20 am
"What are you talking about, doing it wrong?" Merlinite grumped. If there was one thing he hated, it was a critic. Of course, there were plenty of things he hated. Critic was just pretty high on the list, all told.
He watched the other guy as he powered up, arching his eyebrow. Well, that was one less, and now two less, people that he needed to drain but it was still irritating to have someone else telling him how to do his job. He was fine with it when it was a higher up, someone that needed his respect because they could help him climb the ladder for himself, but when it was someone near his own rank, as far as he could tell, his respect levels plummeted.
"Hey, if you want to touch this guy go right ahead," he grunted, but he finished draining the homeless man enough to drop him completely. He then pocketed the orb of energy he'd gathered and leaped over the counter, sizing up the other Nega now that he had a moment, before they headed back to the kitchen.
"This was my spot, man. I don't know what you think you're doing, but I had it under control." There goes his right to bragging about taking down a food joint all on his own.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:45 pm
The pleased grin on Domeykite's face diminished and, after a sudden grumbling in the stomach beneath his uniform, turned into the smarmiest smirk the boy could muster. "Well, man," he stared at the pearl orb he was rolling between his fingers, then carefully tucked it in his pocket. His bright eyes then turned back to the other Nega lieutenant, "you started attacking the burger joint I was waiting to get food from, ruining my dinner plans for the night." He edged the swinging door to the burger joint's kitchen open with a finger, then took a step back to let Merlinite pass. It was the bare minimum in recognizing Merlinite's right to the hunting spot, because he was hungry (and cranky, but that may or may not have been a result of being hungry). "So I think I'll take my share of the energy and call it even, hm?" Like many gaming nerds, Domeykite sometimes forgot he wasn't a geared out night elf rogue with real muscles and assassin skills. He was a tall, lanky lieutenant with a year's experience in lurking. It didn't stop him from displaying his best daring face, though.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 10:45 am
Merlinite eyed the other Negaverse soldier for a long, irritated moment. He was not sure what to think, beyond the fact that this guy was supposed to be a very fine attack on a small group of civilians. He was not going to be read as very impressive if he needed the help, or rather accepted the help, of another Lieutenant.
What was the point of that? This guy had nothing to offer in the grand scheme of things.
He moved into the kitchen to see if there was anyone left to drain, not liking the idea of sharing his take.
"You can take their burgers or fries, but you can't have the energy. That's mine. You get one. One at the most, but not half. No way! You crashed my party, you're not getting rewarded for it. This was my gig." He called his baton to his hand, not easily intimidated considering. "You want to settle it properly?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:17 pm
Domey was quickly losing his patience. As far as he was concerned, he had extended an olive branch. Maybe a very small one, coated in a heavy layer of douchebag, but he had offered it. And now this guy was going to start making demands? "Dude, there is no ******** way you are going to ruin my dinner and then think that you have any right to tell me what I can and can't have. I was in this place fi-" Domey's slowly ascending volume was cut short as sirens began wailing in the distance, close enough to hear, and progressively getting closer. He stopped everything he was doing and turned his head toward the door, begging the sirens to just go somewhere else. But they kept getting louder and louder, honing in on them closer every second. "The guys in the kitchen must have tripped an alarm, s**t," he recoiled from the anger that was about to explode, his offensive stance washed over with adrenaline and the impending run. He once again reached for the kitchen door, pushed it open, then shot Merlinite a nasty glance over his shoulder. "Go ahead, take all the energy you want. It's all yours." He was even chuckling as he disappeared through the door with some pep in his step, bolting for the kitchen's back door and probably the only reasonable scape route left.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 7:16 pm
"Who ruined your dinner? It's not my fault you didn't get to the counter before this place closed."
Of course, it definitely was since he had closed it when he started his attack. But that was beyond the point, or rather, part of the point that he was choosing to ignore. He grinned at the other but it was not a particularly amused grin. More like a daring, mocking one.
He was interested in what Domey's answer would be to his pushing, but the sirens rudely interrupted. He frowned and looked toward the door, instinct telling him to though he could see nothing through it, and listened as the sirens got closer. They'd be seeing flashing lights soon enough, and Merlinite was not in the mood to be arrested by someone he knew from the station.
"Goddamn it," he took off running to the door but didn't get there in time. "a** hole! I'm going to report you!" He yelled through the door, though he didn't know how he was going to do that. Still, it was his go to at work, and the threat usually worked. Grunting, he turned around and moved to find another way, having to go out through the front door and run as cops opened fire on him immediately. Apparently the word 'terrorist' had been bounced around.
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