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It was bloody hot out even in the dead of night. Sweltering. Muggy. Hotter than Satan’s balls. Then again half of the country was under extreme heat watch, what exactly did Tortuga expect. Half of the states were sweating the other half was swimming and the unfortunate section was literally burning. Where were the perfect summer days, or nights in this case? Where the weather was not to hot and not too cold, sunny but not blindingly so, crystal blue skies with white puffy clouds high, high in the sky… where were those days? Tortuga surveyed the darkened streets of the city from his perch on an apartment building’s rooftop, there were probably better spots to use as a lookout spot but it was too damn hot to constantly move through the darken spots of the city to find such a location. So the tall redhead stayed sitting on the borrowed lawn chair and focused on his internal radar even as his purple gaze took in his surroundings.

The page knew he needed to pay attention to what his magical senses were telling him whenever he felt a ‘ping’ that told him a person of order, or chaos, was near but Tortuga also knew he kind of sucked at it. There had been way too many instances where he got caught with his pants down, metaphorically of course, and he needed to fix that. The only way he knew how to do that was to actually consciously practice it. Focus on the magical radar that he developed the same moment he took up the mantle of Knight… wow that sounded so much more priggish then he expected. Tortuga couldn’t help the small snort of derision at that little thought. Mantle of Knight, as if it wasn’t shoved on me by this nagging whistle, he abslently tapped at the small metal whistle he wore on a chain around his neck. After weeks of it haunting him, quite literally, he had grabbed it at the urging of a poor girl bleeding out and found out he wasn’t crazy. He found out that he was actually a magical knight who was meant to protect this insane city.

That directly led to him sitting here in the ungodly heat, in the middle of the night, on a raggedy lawn chair, hoping that the lingering smell of weed didn’t soak into his pores. The smell and the cigarette buts were clear indications what exactly this particular roof top was used for, that and the chair Tortuga was currently borrowing. Any further thoughts were jarred right from his head by the sight of two fire trucks racing down a distant street, flashing in and out of his vision as they passed various buildings. They were going fast, all lights going, so they were obviously on a call. Curiosity and the urge to help had the page climb to his feet. After a extra moment to put the chair back, the baby knight was off to catch up to the speeding trucks. He might not be a firefighter but he was a EMT… depending on what they were dealing with he could still help. Any spare hand and all that.

Tortuga had gotten in a bit of tunnel vision when it came to him trying to traverse the jungle gym of the rooftops all the while keeping the flashing lights of the fire trucks in view. It wasn’t easy and adding in sensing others approaching… well lets just say Tortuga failed the exercise he was working on that night. He was so focused on the path he was taking and the trucks he was catching up with that he missed the rather obvious approach of chaos until it damn near ran him over. The collision had him practically bouncing backwards to land fairly hard on the rooftop, his head spinning slightly. “Did someone get the license plate of that truck?” he muttered as a joke even as he checked to make sure he was in one piece after that collision. Purple eyes tracked the person who ran into him and eyed the outfit the other was wearing, considering everything he saw and the chaotic aura he finally sensed he had just been run over by a corrupt senshi. s**t.

“I think I can say ditto since you ran into me…” He sighed and added, “You ok? Didn’t get too hurt did you?” He might not be happy right then but he wasn’t an asshat. Tortuga wasn’t the kind of guy leave someone injured, even if they were ‘evil’. He hadn’t had the best response from chaos when it came to assisting with first aid but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t offer. Some would call him a goodie two shoes personally he saw it as more of a balance for all the crap he saw in the world. Might as well put some good out in a world that slowly seemed to be sinking into bigotry and hate.