The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

[ofgoldenfoil]

WHO: Aurican and YOU
WHERE: Heropa mainly, with some Maurita Falls on the side
WHEN:June 17 - June 20
WHAT: Aurican decides he's gonna do some superhero stuff. It doesn't pan out like it should.
WARNINGS: um ...tryhard villains?



Heropa:

"Stop! They got my purse!"

A woman was shrieking at a man, currently setting things on fire as he ran down the street, presumably to distract people from him, or to give him some distance as he flees with his prize.

However, a certain individual with a certain immunity with fire isn't that impressed or even concerned about the flames.

Out of nowhere, a dragon the size of a school bus appear, using his immense size and girth to ram the fleeing man into a spin, landing harshly to the ground. Torn clothes of clothes are seen on the dragon's body and wings and even tail, with the remains of shoes close by, looking as thought those poor shoes exploded from the inside.

The man scrambled to get up and get away, but Aurican pounces, ready to pin him down. A hero can stop the dragon, or help the dragon. Or a villain can stop Aurican, or try to make things possibly worse for the aspiring thief.

Or live-toot it on Bwitter. Your choice.

Maurita Falls

[ Aurican is starting to appreciate Maurita Falls more. It's rife with corruption, yes, and it's ugly, and smells of dark musk at the best of times. But there's also potential there. From both the inner goodness of the citizens . . . and the playing ground of a ever bored dragon, eager to sharpen his skills in any place possible.

One night, Aurican is dozing in a small alley as a boy, dressed up in homeless rags when he hears a gang of humans approaching. He stirs and sits up, rubbing his eyes and blinks his weak human eyes into the darkness. He hears the footsteps coming ever closer, so he folds his body onto itself and waits, to see if these humans will pass Aurican's test: to attack a vulnerable, homeless child, or help it. There's no middle ground to go to here. ]

Comments

Heropa

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Walking nearby, Jacob recognizes the dragon from the grueling battle at Helix Station earlier this year. He doesn't have his weapons or armour on him- really, all he's got is shorts and a t-shirt today- but he's got his powers and he's willing to help.

Not that it looks too necessary from where he's standing. Aurican has the metahuman down, and he has the advantage of being 1) fireproof and 2) a very large freaking dragon. Nonetheless, Jacob heads over and picks up the dropped purse as he calls out:]

Hey! Everything okay here?

Re: Heropa

[ofgoldenfoil]

[ "No!" the thief shrieked, blasting a blast of fire at Aurican. Aurican jerked his head back, the blast missed its mark but he can feel the scorch of the heat. Instead, Aurican lets out an invisible gas roiling out his jaws, a gas used to physically weaken his opponents in a safe way.

The man scoots away, but a fish out of water is more effective at escaping than this man at this point. ] </small

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Jacob activates his biotic barrier, wrapping himself in a shimmering protective energy field. Just in case another fireball comes his way. He sighs, gives a wry look toward Aurican, then looks at the thief.]

Are you seriously still trying to fight this? I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kind of outgunned here. Just give up.

[ofgoldenfoil]

[ The thief couldn't really respond to that - he's been weaken too much by Aurican's more nonviolent measure. He lays around uselessly on the pavement.

Aurican looks at the purse in Jacob's hand. ]

Perhaps that should be returned.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Jacob hefts it, then looks around until he spots the lady who the robber targeted, coming towards them. He goes to meet her, purse outheld.]

Ma'am. Does this belong to you?

[ofgoldenfoil]

[ "Oh, yes," the older woman said, clutching her purse as if it is her lifeline. "Thank you so much, the both of you, um . . ." she trails off as she looks at Aurican, who is not paying too much on the exchange and sniffed at the groaning thief. The man smells obnoxiously, like those cigarettes humans like to smoke. Aurican snorts loudly in disgust. Aurican looks up and realizes he was being asked for a name. ]

Aurican.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Jacob Taylor. I work with RISE.

[Jacob straightens up as though he's giving his name during military roll call. Some of the formalities of a soldier's life have really stuck with him.]

It's no trouble. We're happy we were able to help.