OUTER-SPACE OUTLAW! MASKED VIGILANTE!
— ★ EVERYONE'S
F!@*%$
AND THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW. — ★
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HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM - STARGAZER!
[ He looks at Spade like he was the guy from the night before, his brow tensing like he could've swung on instinct... But his better judgement takes over.
He inspects the situation, now peeking out from behind Spade's shoulder. ]
What? You owe them money or something?
Gabe would be able to catch a glimpse of monsters much like Spade, decked out in street clothes and brandishing makeshift weapons. That look wouldn’t last long as a paw gripped his shoulder to yank him back into the alley.
“Hey!” Spade whispered harshly to the man. “You still-
train of thought as he turned away to look where they were headed. His immediate thought would usually be to run off, costume up and check it out, but he was supposed to be here on a *break* from that kind of thing. ]
...
Alright, NYC's pizza rep is riding on this recommendation.
[ He pulls out his phone, punching the name into a GPS app, his saving grace in all of this mess. ]
Thanks, Angie. Hah, maybe I could get -
[ As he speaks, a fleet of NYPD cars fly by, sirens blaring. He lost his +
Hey, nothing wrong with pizza. It’s a classic for reason.
Around here? You gotta go for Mama Leone’s. The crust is so buttery and garlicky — like, better than Olive Garden breadsticks. And they have these focaccia flatbreads that are just. Immaculate.
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[ Sitting on the edge of a rooftop. He pulls a flask up, lifting the bottom of his mask to sip from it. ]
Ah...
[ Kicking his feet as he awaits the call to action. ]
silenced in the name of corporate profit. Who knew what sort of impropriety the building actually processed with all this tech, but it was of little concern to STARGAZER.
A balled gloved fist began to glow. ]
I've always wanted to go to a rage room.
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[ He walks through aisles upon aisles of datacenter computers, his glowing visor peering from side to side.
The facility had been placed on the outskirts of the city, in the middle of a community who strongly opposed its construction and whose voices were effectively +
[ He squints, just barely overcoming his haze to realize how sketchy that sounds. ]
What? What the hell're you talking about..?
[ He tries to swerve past Spade and look at whatever's out there. ]
“Nah, only when I’m trying to wait out something.”
And speaking of that, he’d peek out the alley for a quick second before yanking his head back in.
“Tch, still looking…”
[ Raking his fingers back through his deep purple fringe as he mulls it over. It promptly falls messily back in front of his face. ]
So I've heard... A bit spoiled for choice.
I'd hate to be so unoriginal and say pizza. I bet y'all get that one a lot.
[ Peering down at his wrist, checking the time on a small black watch. ]
You know, Angie, that actually does sound nice.
I've only been here for a few hours. I had a pretzel from a street cart but that's it... Too busy sightseeing, I guess.
I... Can't say I have.
[ A wry chuckle. ]
Sorry, I'm a fish out of water in this place. I've been a Texas boy my whole life - Houston - I'm just...
Getting away for a while.
“Hey, you don’t know that, maybe he’s taking a dirt nap instead.”
He snickered a little, before standing and stretching his arms.
“You got a name, boozy? Or did you forget that too?”
I usually stop once I hit moderate resistance. Or when it hurts.
I want one of those y-strap thingies where they just YANK your head back and it decompresses your whole spine.