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The bustling, high tech towers of the Capital was a spectacle sure to be had. It was booming with activity. Quite frankly, it was also one of the few places the young demon was allowed on this planet. It was hard to keep herself entertained in the confines here but she was lucky enough to not just be in prison. She was a minor when her infractions got her convicted so she instead has been forced into wearing this darn chip in her neck at all times. Government wanted to keep track of her despite her relative weakness. Despite her having 'gone past' rehabilitation.
"Goodness sake I'm bored... Most of the interesting stuff I'm not allowed in." Vepar scratched her neck as she walked the bustling streets, work clothes in hand as she got off her menial day job. Flavor of the week? Waiter. And by god are the uniforms so bleak and ugly; To be fair, most anything seemed ugly in her eyes. The apartment she found herself living in was boring and didn't house much. Most of her non-harmful excitement comes from her video games, and sitting on a couch all day at home was just sad. The young demon much preferred handhelds. She tried playing on it earlier before she started heading home before she realized she couldn't get her kicks. Something inside her irked for her usual mischief.
Then it became clear to her. There were a few alleyways off to her sides, most of which seemed vacant enough. She was a big girl in this city, but even the most private eyed detectives would have a hard time focusing on her as she slinked off into a preferable one. An alleyway with two business offices being their walls. It was a nasty pearl white and it deserved better art. Eyes on the lookout, she grabbed her bag and laid it down next to her as she stood back up and examined her big white canvas.
"Mmm... But where to start. Oh, I've got it!" She'd speak aloud to herself, picking up a black base spray can from her bag and shaking it up before releasing a big blob of it all over the walls. She made it serve as a background for something else she'd soon then pull out after. A peach colored spray paint. She had no method or logical approach to any of this, her hands went at it like a carnal beast trying to describe its day through imagery. The demon had this huge smirk on her face as she painted up this illegal act right next to a capitalistic building.
"Yes, just... like... that!" As she wildly sprayed the side of one wall what started appearing was a crude face-like blood set atop the black she had sprayed prior. She didn't care much for making too much noise around here, the common folk would have a hard time even catching a glimpse of the youth. The problem with this was that she had never met someone extremely powerful before.
Demalia was walking back home from the university, taking the usual route she used to go back to her home. She did have a car, but she tended not to use it. She preferred walking, since it gave him time to think about things. The Tuffle Demon hybrid walked through the crowded streets, debating to herself about where she wanted to take things.
<I want to finish my first year at University, that much is certain. My path has become unclear though. I want to pursue the Illusive Man, but that would have to be a full time commitment. I would have to sacrifice everything else to do it. Is bringing him to justice more important than my own future?>
While she was going over that in her head, she saw someone in a waitress uniform duck into an alleyway. She moved suspiciously, like she didn’t want to be seen. In a very rare moment, Demalia acted on instinct and walked into the same alleyway. When she found the woman, she wasn’t doing anything dangerous. But she wasn’t up to any good either. Demalia walked a bit closer and spoke to her.
“Um, I’m sure you probably know this, but defacing a building like that is a crime. Especially considering where you’re painting things. Do you know what building that wall is connected to?”
Demalia clasped her hands together, looking at the delinquent who was defacing a public building. Not just any public building, but a pretty notable one at that. This person could get into serious trouble if she didn’t stop drawing… surprisingly graphic imagery for graffiti.
<I wish that wasn’t as detailed as it is. Why would someone paint something this unpleasant for the public to see? Just looking at it makes me feel nauseated.>
Demalia’s mind flashed back to the corpses of her parents. They had been barely recognizable with how damaged their bodies were. The Tuffle Demon hybrid bent over, clutching her mouth and hyperventilated. It felt like a struggle to even breath properly right now, and her entire body was shaking. If the graffiti artist wanted to flee, now was a good opportunity. Demalia was having a panic attack, and was doing all she could to keep herself together.
Thimble would begin flying around the Northern Capital. He didn't have much to do and well, the shop was still getting set up so they didn't need him there, he'd sigh, maybe something interesting would happen if he started to sense for ki.
And well, it worked, a power-level of twenty four thousand, and it was quite familiar as well, he'd look over, trying to find where he saw the power originating from. A domestic area, huh, well he supposed he may as well greet them, I mean, no harm in a friendly gesture.
He'd begin his descent, air brushing past him as he looked to where he saw the power, soon he'd have hit the ground, having to adjust his turban and clothing, it wouldn't make a good entrance to have his clothing lopsided, "Demalia?" He'd ask looking around, before seeing where they are and going up to them.
"Demalia, how are you!" Thimble would begin to wave as he went closer, before looking at the wall they originally looked at, and looking at them, seeing them quite, well, uncomfortable, "Uh..." He'd awkwardly mutter out, "Are you ok?" Thimble would say to them, trying to be polite PL: 700 WC: 198
Usually the demon delinquent would have smelled trouble coming from a mile away. And had time to act on it. The girl, this glasses wearing nerd of a girl, popped out before her as she stepped back in awe of her own handiwork. Vepar jolted in place as she was stumbled upon, turning quick towards the... surprisingly equally tall tuffleoid figure before her. Just as lanky and awkward as her. This made the demon freeze just long enough for the girl to spout out her law abiding rhetoric. Not that it mattered too much, as her art seemed to give Demalia a weak stomach. The demon girl let out a burst of laughter, a bit too hard. She then came a bit closer to Demalia and, also, her tossed spraycans. Not hiding any marks or identifying features on her body. No, she wasn't even trying to cover up a small, flickering bump in the side of her neck.
"Oh, it's not THAT bad! I couldn't care less about who or what the building is; Some cretin just deserve bad art! Don't ya think?" Completely ignoring the other man that had stumbled onto the scene the demon girl would quickly start reaching down to gather her things while Demalia herself was distracted by the mere image of her doing. Stuffing most the evidence away in her bag that she then tossed over her shoulder. She'd prance into a position with a leg up behind her and wink at the two.
"Was fun, but I'm not really big on crowds. Ciao losers!" She'd give them a quick wave before her form started dispersing and flying out deeper into the alleyway, zooming quite fast. Though, if given time, the stronger of the two would be able to easily track the form as it made its way out and around a corner of the alley. One that lead to a still larger portion behind the large building she was previously painting on. She wasn't stopping just yet but her dispersing form quickly collected back to her normal appearance. The girl eventually just resorting to sporadic running to get the hell out of there.
She was under the impression no one was going to just catch up to her.
Demalia was only semi-aware of things going on around her. Visions of the most traumatic day of her life were flashing before her eyes. So while she could hear people talking, she couldn’t understand what they were saying. Then Vepar fled the scene, which seemed to jolt Demalia out of her stupor. She clutched her forehead, reaching her hand into her pocket for something.
“I’ll be fine Thimble. I just got a headache, that’s all. There’s no time to waste on that though! We need to catch that person before she gets away!”
Demalia took off her glasses, slipping on her scouter and turning it on. She ran down the alley, locking in on the signature that had gone where the individual had gone. She was above average, but it wasn’t anywhere close to what Demalia could do. She ran like lightning towards the signature, spotting the graffiti artist ahead.
“Wait! Stop running and clean up your mess! You’re only going to get yourself into trouble at this rate!”
As the Tuffle hybrid ran closer, she hoped that she wouldn’t have another panic attack during the pursuit. It would be the worst time for her alliment to get the better of her. One more episode and this person could easily get away before she could do anything about it.
Thimble would continue to look at her, she seemed really bent out of shape. But as soon as she began speaking he was instantly thrown back into reality, "Right" He'd nod, whoever did that needs to take responsibility for what they've done, he'd take his turban off wrapping the cloth around his waist, and beginning to sense for a Ki Signature as he started running to where he saw them last.
"Demalia, are you ok?" He'd ask, head turning to face them, trying to make conversation while continuing to run and search, "If this is a bad time to ask I understand, but you seemed, hurt." He'd shake his head, it was a stupid question to ask, especially in this circumstance, "Never mind, that's a question for later." He'd continue searching, peeking through his mind's eye once again. "Over there." He'd point to a general area.
He'd once again continue running, attempting to track the graffiti artist.
The demon delinquent, despite her good attempts to take advantage of the fit Demalia put up with, saw herself being caught up to by the pair of them. Making quite the scene out back in the alley. There weren't prying eyes as of yet but the noise the combined three of them made running and yelling would bring some attention in now time. Damn! Vepar was sure she was not going to be running into anybody quite this persistent and quick. Overestimation getting the best of the naive youth. As she continued sprinting she glanced behind her and perked a brow.
"Come on, really? Bugger off, you're the ones that's going to be cleaning my dust!" For a moment she'd back-peddle away from the pursuers to face them fully, taking a hand up to her lips and blowing what seemed to be a quirky kiss as first. But then a large, lip shaped condensation of energy shot from her hand as she blew and charged forward at the pursuers in an attempt to stave them off. She'd return to a full sprint and round the corner to another alleyway before she culd check to see if her minor illusion would even work.
Some couple of seconds down this way though and she nearly trips over some broken pavement as something threw her off; not too far after she rounded the corner she felt a ping in her ear. On her neck, the chip embedded into her flickered warning signals of slowly oscillating red. Indicating she was perhaps going too deep into the corporate section of the city now. Out of instinct the young demon slowed and cupped a hand over the blinking light in her neck to make sure people didn't just see it first glance.
"Crap. Haha, I didn't think I ran that far." Vepar clenched her fists and looked around to see if there was any place to duck into away from this main alleyway. She couldn't just hide, that'd be practically useless. She'd have to get away from the area too before it started alerting the authorities. The only thing she could do was turn back towards the people chasing her, running back down the alleyway until the flickering stopped; She was probably about to be caught up to so she'd have to make a dash somewhere else; Perhaps to one of the building just near the turn she originally passed... Stamina: 2/3 Vepar's using: [ST-1] Kiss of Death - Vepar blows a smarmy kiss, manifesting energy into the suggestion as forming a light pink lip shape meant to follow towards a target. Upon impact the dazzling lip shape explodes in a bright light. [50% (A measly 88PL) non-damaging stun.]
Demalia let out a yelp of surprise when Vepar fired some strange attack at her. On reflex, Demalia conjured up a pink barrier. It blocked the attack, making it impact against the barrier harmlessly. Demalia immediately went back in pursuit of the mysterious graffiti artist, keeping track of her energy signature with her scouter. <This isn't good! She’s heading towards the business area of the city. it’s much more crowded than this part. If she makes it there and hides among the crowd, my scouted might not be able to pick her out as easily. I can’t let her get that far!>
To her surprise though, Vepar’s signature suddenly stopped, and turned around and started going back towards her. Which completely threw off Demalia. <Is she trying to set up an ambush? But she knows that my scouter can pick her up, and she isn’t making any effort to suppress her power. So I don’t see how this could be an ambush. I better be careful though.>
When Demalia caught up to Vepar, she found the woman holding onto her neck for some reason. Something kept nagging Demalia at the back of her head. Her behavior was starting to click together to form some kind of connection, although for the life of her she couldn’t figure it out. Demalia formed a violet colored energy sphere in her hand, preparing to toss it a the fleeing individual.
“I’m sorry about this. I didn’t want to resort to this, but it’s clear that you won’t stop anytime soon. Don’t worry, it won’t severely hurt you.”
Demalia then threw the purple energy sphere at the person she was chasing. It was aimed at her legs, meaning that Demalia was trying to just immobilize her.
[WC= 310 [TWC=940]
Demalia uses [ST-1] Shield of Aegis to defend against Vepar's attack, followed by a basic energy attack: 308PL
Thimble would glance over, that technique seemed different, regardless he was lagging behind and wasn't in range to be effected by it, Demalia seemed to just walk through it anyways. "Demalia, go ahead, I'll catch up soon." He'd wave his hand at her, letting them go by. He didn't have much reason to worry, she could handle this by herself, but he'd just be holding them back at his power level.
He'd begin to unbutton his shirt, one, two, three, before his shirt came off completely, he'd also take off his turban, they were the first to go when he goes full power, well, he liked them... And he didn't have an extra shirt, he'd begin to focus his emotions.
Anger, wrath, he had to dig deep inside himself to pull out his raw hatred, "Haaah!" He'd yell out, energy lifting and lightning jumping around him, ground cracking ever so slightly as he powered up, his muscles would pulse and swell as a red energy lifted from his feet, soon coating himself in a brilliant crimson glow, as if a red roaring bonfire was igniting the air around him, "Haaaaaaaaaa-" He'd scream through bared teeth, before finally letting his power loose, stretching out his arms.
Thimble would grab his clothes, setting them aside temporarily before quickly flying upwards into the sky, tracing Demalia's power level and following it in air, he didn't want to hold this form for long but he'd much rather be prepared than unprepared, though even just being in it is quite taxing. Both mentally, and physically. Transformed Hyper Aggresion [x3] PL: 2100 WC: 268
As she expected. Before the demon could round the corner the pursuer managed to catch up to her with ease. Despite the rather frail appearance and weak stomach she sure could keep up with the tagging vigilante. Vepar cursed under her breath and kept herself composed in front of her and now the incoming Thimble, grinning. She'd put her other hand behind her back to make the covered one look more natural and almost started stretching like a bad 'nothing to see here' gag before Demalia took the initiative with a purple orb of energy. The demon felt herself tense up, ready to take this rapidly slung blow in her full embrace. She underestimated its power however.
"AHA-OH!" Vepar howled out in pain as the blast knocked her back a good deal and sent her flying onto her back after doing a forwards flip. The force alone knocked her arms clean from their convenient places and the wind was knocked from her lungs as her back then hit pavement as well. Everything hurt immensely, and it looked that way too, but as the air started flowing back to her a low giggle is heard for a few moments before settling down. The demon couldn't feel her legs, and any sort of movement aside from her head was, at best, a twitch.
"Heh... Hehe... You're.... you're with the feds, right? Blokes, the lot! Haha, that bloody... hurt." Vepar rose her head as best she could to see the two, a glint still in her eyes despite being immobilized. being knocked back into the alleyway towards the district she wasn't allowed that blinking light was visible once more, dim normally in the light but the darker bit of the alleyway made the flickering more clear. Out from under her a small puddle of dark purple started pooling around her legs, easily identified as hard paint due to the rather thick consistency. The blast had busted its container it seemed.
"I don't know how you... figured I was up to something! I wasn't even in one of those bad areas, so rude!" Vepar continued her scoff from her vulnerable position, trying to muster the strength to even move her arms but failing all the same. Her eyes started twitching once pain started enrapturing her mind as the adrenaline flow slowed. Teeth grit, but she held an unwavering smirk despite it all.
Demalia had simply nodded as Thimble told her that he would catch up, and had gone ahead after Vepar. Her scouter had then beeped, showing that Thimble had increased his power to 2100. More surprisingly though… he appeared to be flying through the air now. <I need to learn how to do that eventually. Flying looks so much fun to do.>
When her attack hit the fleeing individual and knocked her to the ground, Demalia let out a gasp, both hands reaching up and covering her mouth. She didn’t expect for the blast to do that much damage. She had tried and held back, but it still look like it did so much. It was only made worse when she saw the liquid that had pooled out around her legs. Demalia’s voice came out slightly muffled, since she was partially covering it up. But people nearby could hear her, especially since she ran over to the downed hybrid.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you like that! Oh God, there’s blood everywhere and…. oh.”
Once she got close enough, Demalia could see that it was just ink that was spilling out. Her cheeks turned slightly pink from embarrassment. Oh, she still felt bad about what she did. But she had made herself look like a fool right there. Then the downed person said something that confused Demalia. She apparently thought she was working for the federal government. Demalia lowered her hands from her mouth, frowning down at her.
“No, I’m not from the Feds. I just saw you sneak into the alleyway and figured you were up to something. Why would you think I'm….”
Demalia then noticed something flashing on the downed individual's neck. She squatted down, leaning forward to take a closer look. She gasped when she saw what it was.
“You have a tracking chip? Then you’re on probation. Why would you do such a stupid thing when you’re on probation? Do you have any idea on what would happen if you got caught?! What were you thinking?!”
Demalia honestly couldn’t believe that this individual was bold enough to comment vandalism with a tracking chip imbedded in her. The risk for doing such an action seemed too great for anyone to try. Yet this person had done it knowing the risks. Either this person had no fear, or was completely out of their mind.
Thimble would fly over, energy still blazing bright, before he noticed a quite bright light. A quite, strong, bright light, oh jeez. He'd huff out, dropping his transformation as he hastily flew after Demalia, the wind brushing past him.
"Demalia!" He'd announce, dropping down onto the ground and beginning to look at the situation, it looked like Demalia was a bit shell shocked, and it also looked like she just maimed the person they were chasing. However on closer inspection it appeared just to be paint, Thimble would notice Demalia maneuvering over to the delinquent, beginning to examine them, and she seemed to find something, a tracking chip? Huh, well he can't say he's too surprised, I mean, just they way they acted it was pretty obvious this person wasn't a beginner.
He took some time to think, he didn't think of them too highly but they did not look in a good shape, his stupid morals would take control as he began to breathe out, before talking once more.
"Hey, you there, you seem pretty busted up, I'm gonna help, but run away when I'm finished and I'll be sure you stay on the ground." He'd assertively say, trying to be intimidating as he carefully maneuvered over to them, he'd take another deep breath, laying his hands on them, focusing, soon his hands would begin to glow, energy being released from them as he tried to stay focused, Vepar would feel a soothing sensation as their injuries began to slowly close up, though thimble appeared very tired after doing so.
"Alright... Let's get things straight, we're not with the feds." He'd take a deep breath, the healing he did seemed to have taken a lot out of him, "But I'll gladly turn you into them if you don't apologize for that heinous graffiti you did... And, wash it off the wall." He'd say tiredly, taking another deep breath, he'd turn and give a small smile to Demalia, before turning back to Vepar and trying to maintain a scary composure. Untransformed Hyper Aggresion [x3] Used [ST-2] Healing (Severe Injuries)
Well, having basically outed herself by mistake the demon snorted and tried lifting herself up. Nah, that wasn't going to happen quite yet. Vepar hissed a bit and smiled with teeth at Demalia, probably showing signs that both her ideas of the girl having no fear or was just crazy were probably equally, if not both valid in this case.
"World's too boring without a bit of risk, love. Usually I'm well within my ability to just slip away from the random passerby but I swear... You must have seen me last second." To her surprise though that other alien came to her side and started demanding things of her as she got... healed? The man laid his hands on her body and the pain just started to subside. Her toothy smile turned to a half-cracked smirk as she turned her head towards him after he was done and jumped to hr feet in almost a single movement.
"I've seen house moles scarier. You just aren't doing it for me I'm afraid. And, As an artist, I RE-FUSE to remove my valuable art from the scene! Give me liberty or give me death! Hahaha-" She'd make a terrible joke and laugh at it, not even paying attention to how messy her garments were getting from the spilled paint. Seems Vepar lived for stuff like this. After ten seconds too long of just horrible laughing she'd try composing herself and sniffle.
"Right, right, clean the mess up how? Wanna go get a mop and bucket for me? Cause I don't carry stuff with me. No such things as mistakes, only happy little accidents. Not where that smug man's face is concerned that is! That's a compliment for him and his cronies higher up. The owners of that wall should be honored for having such decorative and artistic political media strung together there!" And thus she sort of tells the duo who it would have been; One of the men in government. One of those tiny little men she wished she could just malevolently abuse in person. But that'd just end up getting her killed instead of beat up and bruised. And there isn't any particular fun thing to do when you're actually dying for real.
This person was so strange. Was her hatred for whoever was in that building worth going to prison again for not wanting to clean up her graphitti. Honestly, some people didn’t make any sense to her. Demalia let out a sigh, turning to look over at Thimble. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet.
“Thimble, could you please take this money and go buy the cleaning supplies we’re going to need. We’ll meet up after I have a chat with our friend here.”
Demalia handed her friend the money, then turned so that she was facing Vepar again. She closed her eyes, adjusting her classes.
“I don’t know what your political message is, but whatever statement you’re trying to make, it isn’t worth getting locked up over spray painting. You have two options presented to you. Either you clean up the mess you made, or we clean up the mess and you help me around the lab. Going back to jail isn’t an option, because I’m not letting you go back in there for such a minor offense. You have one minute to decide.”
Demalia kept her eyes closed during the entire exchange. Cause she knew if she opened them that Vepar would be able to see how nervous she was. She was fairly good at the facial expressions and tone, but her eyes betrayed how she felt about things.
<I hope she doesn’t sense weakness try to run again. I don’t want to have to hurt her again. Why is she being stubborn about this? The choice here should be obvious and yet she’s making it harder on herself.>
It didn’t make much sense to Demalia. Try as she might, she couldn't place herself in this person’s shoes. As someone who operated in the world of logic, doing something just to make a statement was crazy to her. She has things she was passionate about, but she still applied logic when speaking out about them. Maybe things would become more clear the more they talked.
Thimble would nod to Demalia as he took the money, he didn't need to be told twice and in an instant he did a quick heel turn and flew off, she was in no danger by herself. In fact, he would just be putting himself in more danger if he stayed, at least the perpetrator didn't seem to have any violent intents though.
He'd begin flying through the sky, surveying the buildings below him. He'd begin to have recollections his past, this situation was quite similar to one he experienced when younger though, well, he was the one initiating it. He'd sigh out in regret, those were different times, and he'll be sure not to return to them anytime soon. "Aha." He'd mutter out, flying down to the ground, his boots making a satisfactory *Click* upon touching the hard floor. He'd look up, eying the shop, walking in. He'd briefly wave to the shop keeper, before rushing through the shop and taking the needed cleaning supplies, he'd give the money to the clerk before stepping outside and blasting off once more.
Thimble would look down at the buildings, before his gaze met his chest. It took him a moment to realize that he was shirtless, how embarrassing! His cheeks would become flush red as he took a quick detour to retrieve his clothes, spending a bit of time rebuttoning his shirt and putting on his turban before once more flying back to Demalia.
He'd return with the supplies, setting them down as he stretched his neck out, "Alrighty, I got the supplies, now..." He'd say, glancing over to Vepar, "...You aught to start cleaning." PL: 700 WC: 274
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