smash_logs | [open] city log! Can I really be the hero?

[open] city log! Can I really be the hero?

Who: YOU and YOU and maybe you
What: catch-all open log for all your drug vigilante needs
Where: Final Destination City
When: WHENEVER YOU WANT
Warnings: drugs and vigilanting, at the very least
helpful links: here.

Indeed, ever since that casual Monday outing turned tragic, civil unrest and tensions have been high again in FDC, and worse yet; fingers are starting to be pointed in Smash Academy's direction. After long since flying under the radar of this whole mess, no attacks have happened on the school yet, but who's to say how long that will last?

The city is tumultuous. It's not impossible to still have a completely incident-less outing, but it would be wise to not go out and about with your Smash Academy uniforms on for all to see. Not unless you like fearful whispers and hissing insults behind your back. Even a simple trip to the grocery store could prove dangerous if you aren't careful.

Maybe you're a little more creative however, and are able to purposefully mask features that might otherwise identify you, or you sneak around in the dead of night using the shadows as your cover...

Humans now tend to segregate themselves with other humans, "freaks" tend to ostracize anyone not of their kin, and all this negativity intensifies rapidly if those colorful candy pops are present. Crime and riots are now common than occasional. The FDC Police manages most of the affairs but they can't prevent everything, and would probably appreciate a helping hand regardless if it's from a human or a "freak"... though thanks and courtesy may go one way or another depending on who/what you are.

Who knows, maybe you'll save someone's life and give them a better appreciation for the things you do instead of what you are...

[[As it says on the tin, HERE'S AN OPEN LOG, GO NUTS. Get together with some of your buddies and go play masked vigilante against a group of drug thugs bullying someone who doesn't deserve it (or maybe they do, for all you know). Save someone from a burning building set on fire by some angry social justice warrior animals. Escort someone to the grocery store. Break into the sheriff's office and demand your own brand of justice. Maybe you simply want to get a drink at the bar without incident.

Please feel free to NPC your bad guys/mooks/innocent civilians, or go snag Kat or one of the other lovely lady mods if you have any questions.

ONE RULE: you must use anime thread titles. That's all.

Edit: I lied. Rule 2: tag yourselves in.]]

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Whenever Pit felt Dachora's hand squeeze his, he squeezed back just to make sure she knew she was safe.

The city around them stirred- cars, bikes, smoke, pigeons, pedestrians, possible threats inconspicuously hidden behind buildings and tucked away in the alleys. Pit knew this. He'd been patrolling the city at least weekly, but often cases more frequently than that, and he'd seen violence assault his vision too often. It wasn't the kind of fighting he liked to see, so he gave the perpetrators someone else to pick on and broke up as many conflicts as he could. He was getting used to this mayhem and knew what to expect, though he could never fully understand why they had to happen in the first place. Couldn't everyone just... get along?

Keeping vigilant, Pit walked them down the sidewalk, strolling closer to the heart of the city. "Pretty quiet, huh?" he said to release the tension some. "This looks like it's gonna be a piece of cake! Or should I say candy?"

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Dachora's eyes kept darting around, as if she were ready to flee at any moment. And she was-- though she would take the angel along with her.

"Sometimes," she whispered, as if nervous to raise her voice above a certain level, "It is scarier when it is quiet. I hope it will be a 'piece of candy', though. If that is a good thing to be."

She hadn't quite picked up on that colloquialism, yet.

Pit thought about what she said for a moment, about it being scarier when it was quiet. Merely glancing around the streets was enough to make her words solid and meaningful, as the droning background noise peppered with the occasional honk in the distance or a siren blaring from a far off side of town felt foreboding, like anything could crush this calm but tense relative silence without warning. Eyes bobbing up to meet his only to sink back down like he didn't exist, or the ones that glowered like seething flames. Their repugnance made no sound, either.

"I guess there is a sort of creepy quality to it," Pit added, dropping his voice down to a similar level subconsciously. "The calm before the storm." He kept closer to Dachora.

The girl chose not to meet anyone's eyes, understanding that the color of her own could be enough to start a confrontation. She instead stared down at Pit's hand grasping hers, taking great comfort in the physical contact.

"I wanted to go now. In case the store was... destroyed. Thank you very much for coming with me..."

A smile shone through, breaking away the previous solemnity that was putting a damper on his expression. "Not a problem! I'm just glad you're safe."

They walked a ways down this strip of sidewalk until they turned a corner around the last building down this block. As they rounded it, some rough-looking hulk with a shaved head and a stern, squinty face stepped in front of them, crossed his arms and stood with his legs more than shoulder-width apart, like he was a bouncer trying to obstruct their entry to Club Candy. Pit stopped, and instinctively brought Dachora behind him.

"Uh... Hey there!" Pit greeted with a half-hearted finger wave. "Do you think you could... move over a little? You know, just enough for us to squeeze through? That would be awesome."

This dude had other ideas. "Why're you on this side of town, anyways?"

"This side of town?"

"The one the likes'a your types don't belong in."

Pit scratched his head, looking somewhat apologetic and more than a bit perplexed. "I wasn't aware there was a side of town I shouldn't be walking through. I go here all the time."

The stranger's squinty eyes only narrowed even further until you could swear he had none at all. He tore his arms away from his body and edged in, causing Pit to shield Dachora with an arm and, with the other, he equipped the weapon he'd been concealing- up and down the length of his arm, peculiar marks shaped of moons and rabbits sprouted, and they grew even more striking against the dark midnight hue his arm had taken on. Glittery violet stardust floated in a dreamy haze around it, moons appearing to hang beside it. He held up his transformation for their trouble to see, and it was successful in deterring him if just for a momentary pause in his advance.

"What the hell is that?"

"My entry pass. If you don't kindly let us through, that is."

He stopped taking the winged kid seriously and snorted at the his bold remark, straightening his back and spitting on the ground before the angel's feet. "Who's afraid of a tattoo? Look, chicken boy. I'm givin' you one last chance. Leave this side a' town and I won't pound another bruise in ya to match that arm. You freakazoids are all supposed to stay clear and outta our faces. This is a humans-only zone. Even the police will set fire on your asses if you so much as set foot on this turf."

Pit lowered his arm and looked on with wide eyes. "No way! That's not right! The police are supposed to protect people! Not shoot them!"

The bald guy smirked. "And that's exactly what they're doing." The smirk turned into a primal snarl. "You animal types can't keep your claws and teeth to yourselves, can ya?! How many families are you going to tear apart until your bloodlust is finally satisfied?!"

What kind of carnage had this man seen? Was he telling the truth? Pit hung there in stunned silence, moved by the undercurrent of emotion he could sense beneath his voice and the ominous potential of the police, enforcers of justice and public harmony, being no better than the violent hatemongerors stalking the streets.

It was like nothing Dachora had ever seen, this level of intimidation. She could tell Pit was nervous too, but she clung to the older boy regardless, the sight of the feathers on his wings putting her at slight ease. But, it was clear that these men weren't going to let them pass. Was there anything she could say at all, or was she just being naive?

She poked her head out from behind the angel, forcing words from her throat though it felt like trying to shout through a vice grip. Her throat had constricted in fear as soon as the men had begun talking to them.

"Please," she mumbled, "We're just going to the store." If Pit was hurt because of this, she would feel guilt like she had never felt before.

Pit wasn't used to shooting down civilians. Not outside of the safe realms of a friendly fight. The thought of snuffing out a human's life chilled him, but he would never go that far even here. Using violence against this person would be his last resort, and necessary if he ever laid a pinky on Dachora or even threatened to.

The man continued to deny them. "Then git! There's a buncha stores on the other side of town you could sully up!" He shoved the angel boy backwards, causing him to collide with Dachora with enough force to knock her off her feet. "You sure as hell ain't wanted in any of the ones here!"

"Oof-" Pit staggered, but kept his foothold. "Hey, don't push!" he cried with inflamed aggravation, checking to see if Dachora was hurt.

"Hahahaha! Pushing's a lot less brutal than ripping someone's throat open!" retorted their opposition with a fist in the air. "What's a pair of chickens gonna do? I'm curious! You gonna peck my eyes out? Scratch me with your talons?"

Likewise, Dachora felt incredibly protective of Pit in that moment, though she was much smaller and younger. The moment the man's hands made contact with the angel, a new emotion came rushing in-- anger! She fell softly on her butt from the chain reaction, but quickly stood again, unhurt. Her voice, still shaky, tried to carry some small amount of authority as she stomped a small, combat boot clad foot.

"This is bullying! I have heard of this, and I do not like it!" One of the men laughed at the little girl's frustration, nudging his friends.

"Look out fellas, Pollyanna here's gonna tear us a new one." They laughed, and one of them started doing a mocking kind of chicken dance. Dachora had never seen it before, but it was close enough in imitation to her own species to cause her to see red. She grabbed Pit's hand again.

"Stop! Do not touch him again!"

Pit was surprised by the tenacity she issued and began to wonder after her last outburst who was protecting who around here. At least she wasn't hurt! He returned his eyes to their harassers sharply.

"We don't have time to stand around and get a bunch of insults thrown at us," Pit said, swiping the air to clarify that he was not putting up with this. As brave as he felt under the pressure of this opposition, one fear continued to squelch inside him: if he fired at them, would they be okay? Would the police be after him and Dachora for using self-defense? Sure, they were huge jerks and they deserved to get their butts kicked, but they didn't deserve to be obliterated. It took four human souls to make a monster, and one shot to kill small fry monsters. He'd attacked humans in spars, but were they any different now when faced with regular old civilians? If only Palutena were here... He wanted to ask her what she thought he should do. With no divine inspiration to guide him, he was stuck with his own decisions.

"Then why dontcha smear your tattoo all over us if you're so tough you think you can pass?" the ringleader of the bunch challenged as he stepped threateningly close. Pit had no choice at this point. He decided to act. He thrust a midnight palm strike against his gut, knocking him back into his cronies like they were bowling pins. They groaned in unison.

"Haa!" Some kiai to go with it. "You want chicken? How about some kung-POW?"

Dachora let out a sound in surprise as Pit unleashed his attack. She had never seen anything like that before! In fact, she was still relatively unused to supernatural attacks of any kind. Her grip on his other arm grew tighter as she shouted.

"Pit... !!"

The men were stunned, trying to recollect their senses and their tangled bodies away from one another. Their lines of sight kept flickering back to the angel that downed him warily and with violent intent, and Pit decided to take this opportunity to bolt before anything serious occurred. He pivoted around and twirled Dachora like a swing dancer so she was in front of him, hoisted her up over his shoulder, then took a detour around their crowd, even daring to use the main road as a means of escape. Now it was up to his feet to carry them away. If only it were his wings instead...

"Catch you later! This chicken's on the run!"

Unfortunately, they weren't too happy with this one-upmanship left unavenged, so they all tripped over one another one by one to chase after them. Pit ran across the sidewalk and tried with resolve not to trip over anything, glad that he hadn't carried any heavy weaponry with him to slow him down more than carrying Dachora did, and felt a sinking feeling as he approached the next crosswalk with cars busily streaming past. Oh no. How was the chicken gonna cross the road now? What was he gonna do? Jump over them? The clock was ticking, and his feet were pumping.

Barely audible over the rush of cars in the city, a low hum had been growing in the streets. The hum grew to a high pitched growl, accompanied by a rush of wind as an airship crested the nearest buildings, riding much lower than your standard aircraft. Spot lights lit up the street, while a loudspeaker crackled to life. "Looks like I made good timing!" Cid's gruff voice echoed down.

A rope ladder dropped half way between the chasers and the chased, and sliding down was that same gruff man. His spear was pointed towards the ground, as if threatening anyone to move. "Would you kids like a lift?"

Having frozen his escape, Pit stared back at Cid for a while, stunned by the suddenness of it all. The bewilderment broke off and made way for a smile that stretched across his face slowly. He wasted no time running toward the airship, crying "You bet! Man, talk about divine intervention!" He removed Dachore from his shoulder and let her get first dibs on climbing the ladder.

He felt like he remembered seeing this guy from somewhere on campus before. That's why he had no hesitation in placing his trust in him. Besides, what other choice did he have?

A surprise won't stop an angry gang for long. Light gunfire rang down from the Highwind, hitting nothing, but causing some of the less hot-headed attackers to second guess this decision.

"Just keep climbing." His spear shot out towards the nearest of the less-cautious. "Just need to make sure these #$@% fella's don't try to take a free ride." He moved his weapon with a grace unexpected from such a rough looking man, though to say it was delicate would be a mistake.

The ladder swayed, twisting about in the open air.

Dachora grabbed onto the rope ladder with great haste, only holding onto it with both hands because she didn't want to fall off. She looked over her shoulder, brow furrowed, greatly regretting that she couldn't still hang onto Pit's hand. She had her eyes clenched shut when she was over his shoulder, sure that things would be better for them if she just concentrated on being as light as possible. Now, she was back in action.

"Please grab the ladder!" She cried out to him.

"Ladder grabbed!" called Pit from behind her as he seized the rope in his hands, swaying about as precariously as the ladder. He felt a yank, and one of the vengeful men had grabbed his ankle to try and pry him off. Startled, he looked down and tried to kick him off, but it proved to be more difficult than that.

"Get off me!" he hollered, struggling to get loose. He tried to remove one hand so he could use his palm but nearly lost his grip, so he had to quickly retreat it back to the ladder.

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