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capeandcowllogs2013-05-05 10:19 pm
hastheedge) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-05-05 10:19 pm
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WHO: Xanatos & you!
WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: All throughout Sunday.
WARNINGS: Dumb NPC villains. Aside from that, none, will edit if needed.
SUMMARY: I've put up a few scenarios under the cut-feel free to tag into them with whatever you want! Also, if you've got something else in mind, feel free just to make it up. c: I'm chill.
FORMAT: Starting off with para, but I'm fine with whatever.
scenario a:
It was rare that Xanatos got more than eight hours of sleep in a row. Usually, he tended to do multiple, small powernaps-a sleeping schedule created thanks to his need to be awake to run a business during the day and awake to deal with the gargoyles at night. However, last night he had crashed and slept for a full twelve or so hours. And as if to spite him, his freezer had broken sometime during the night. Moments like this made him want to move out of the MAC. So, he had thrown out the food that was ruined and called a repairman. Xanatos stood outside of the MAC, slightly irritated look on his face, idly flipping through a magazine while he waited for the repairman to show up.
scenario b:
What do you do after your freezer ruins all your frozen food? Buy more, of course. So, one freezer repair later, and Xanatos is at the supermarket, standing in front of the frozen foods section. He always trusted frozen foods over fresh foods. While he enjoyed fresh food, he was used to a more hectic way of life and long nights at the office. Frozen foods were the safer option that had less chance of spoiling on him. So, he stood in front of the frozen food freezers, debating between two brands of frozen vegetables and probably blocking someone's way.
scenario c:
Every now and then he took his exosuit out for a spin. After all, he wanted to keep the thing in good working condition. He usually did a brief flyover, but tonight was different. Tonight he happened to come across some skinny lunatic in a costume who had decided that two am was the perfect time to rob a theater. Part of him thought to just leave this for the cops, but what the heck. He was in his exosuit which could fly, had weapons and, most importantly, had a helmet to hide his identity from any gawping tourists. He could do this!
So, one fight scene later, Xanatos is standing outside of the theater, still in hisridiculous exosuit, wondering just what exactly to do now and holding onto The Terrible Tony (was that really his name) while he screams about "the bitch of living" and how "any scream will do." Why didn't they include some 'how to be a superhero' information in the pamphlet?
WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: All throughout Sunday.
WARNINGS: Dumb NPC villains. Aside from that, none, will edit if needed.
SUMMARY: I've put up a few scenarios under the cut-feel free to tag into them with whatever you want! Also, if you've got something else in mind, feel free just to make it up. c: I'm chill.
FORMAT: Starting off with para, but I'm fine with whatever.
scenario a:
It was rare that Xanatos got more than eight hours of sleep in a row. Usually, he tended to do multiple, small powernaps-a sleeping schedule created thanks to his need to be awake to run a business during the day and awake to deal with the gargoyles at night. However, last night he had crashed and slept for a full twelve or so hours. And as if to spite him, his freezer had broken sometime during the night. Moments like this made him want to move out of the MAC. So, he had thrown out the food that was ruined and called a repairman. Xanatos stood outside of the MAC, slightly irritated look on his face, idly flipping through a magazine while he waited for the repairman to show up.
scenario b:
What do you do after your freezer ruins all your frozen food? Buy more, of course. So, one freezer repair later, and Xanatos is at the supermarket, standing in front of the frozen foods section. He always trusted frozen foods over fresh foods. While he enjoyed fresh food, he was used to a more hectic way of life and long nights at the office. Frozen foods were the safer option that had less chance of spoiling on him. So, he stood in front of the frozen food freezers, debating between two brands of frozen vegetables and probably blocking someone's way.
scenario c:
Every now and then he took his exosuit out for a spin. After all, he wanted to keep the thing in good working condition. He usually did a brief flyover, but tonight was different. Tonight he happened to come across some skinny lunatic in a costume who had decided that two am was the perfect time to rob a theater. Part of him thought to just leave this for the cops, but what the heck. He was in his exosuit which could fly, had weapons and, most importantly, had a helmet to hide his identity from any gawping tourists. He could do this!
So, one fight scene later, Xanatos is standing outside of the theater, still in his
C, hope you don't mind a late tag!
"Don't recognize armour from any known superhero, certainly don't recognize suspect. No sign of large-scale violence, clearly amateur foiled by a professional, judging by apparent quality of exoskeleton. Motive... unclear," he deduces out loud to himself, as he approaches the armoured vigilante holding the culprit. "What happened here?"
not at all! c:
"He tried to rob a theater. I was in the area, so I stopped him." The voice is slightly tinny, like it's being played through a pair of really bad speakers, but it's unmistakably Xanatos under the slight static. "The only problem now is that I'm not entirely sure what to do with the criminal."
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He peers at the 'Terrible Tony' as though the captive was a lab specimen. "Standard procedure involves contacting City Police Department, remanding fugitive into their custody, providing statement of what transpired. Will likely be called on to testify at this person's trial."
A thought strikes him. "Unless you're attempting to maintain a secret identity, of course." In which case calling him 'David' just now might not have been smart.
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But as for the fugitive...he really didn't want to go through the process of a trial. He was a busy man, he didn't have time to go to some lowlife's trial. Besides, the media would have a field day if David Xanatos was caught catching a criminal-or at least Rumblr would.
"I've never had a secret identity before," Xanatos said, his tone obviously interested in the idea. "Why not. Yes Mordin, I am attempting to maintain a secret identity." He sounded very interested, like a child getting something new to play with and poke at.
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"Apologies. What alias do you intend to use?"
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Now for the question of the alias. He paused for a moment, thinking. There was absolutely no way that he would use his porter given name. "Let's go with Daedalus," Xanatos said, with a small shrug. Greek, a craftsman, and a man who could fly-it seemed fitting.
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He raises an arm, omni-tool glowing around his forearm. "With your permission, will sedate captive. Best to discuss this between the two of us. Preferably now, before police arrive to formally arrest culprit." Better to get 'Daedalus' stories straight.
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"There. Better," Mordin nods. "Now, need to arrange things for police. Were there other witnesses to robbery? Camera evidence, perhaps? Have to ensure successful conviction after handing him to police. Otherwise, no point in capture."
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"As for witnesses...there were a few people, most of whom ran as soon as the robbery was started."
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The exchange was evolving into an impromptu dress rehearsal for Daedalus' big reveal to the world, a reveal that likely would happen any minute, when the police arrived. This was probably why Mordin liked it- an unexpected chance to use his improve theatre experience!
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Xanatos, on the other hand, was enjoying this simply because it was a break from the norm. His life had settled into a routine here. Impromptu coming up with a superhero backstory was certainly shaking things up a bit. "I've been a vigilante in my own world for...about a year. Mostly small crime, crooks, things like that."
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Which, granted was a complete lie. Still, he wasn't going to let anybody else examine his technology.
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"No more time to discuss," he murmured, stepping back to let the City's newest hero handle the authorities. "Police arriving. Ready?"
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"Evening boys," Xanatos said, deliberately pitching his voice a bit lower than normal. He knew that his microphone needed a lot of work-hopefully this would at least lessen the chance of him being recognized. "Got a criminal for you."