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maskormenacelogs2017-07-22 12:13 am
andtherevolution) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-07-22 12:13 am
alligator sailboat, dollar sign eyes, fill a warehouse full of van goghs twice
WHO: Clones and you!
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: The night of the 18th
WHAT: The clones have gotten bolder, and they're burglarizing shops and homes all around Heropa! Now might be a good time to step in
WARNINGS:Superhero fisticuffs
The porter cities have had noshortage of bad luck this past month. However, it could be worse for Heropa. There are no zombies rampaging through the streets, nor are there any death cults offering sacrifices to some unknowable higher power. Nope, there's just a group of imPorts breaking into stores and homes, and running off with everything they can carry.
Well. That's certainly no good. Somebody could put a stop to it, but those somebodies shoud be careful. Those clones aren't going to give up without a fight!
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: The night of the 18th
WHAT: The clones have gotten bolder, and they're burglarizing shops and homes all around Heropa! Now might be a good time to step in
WARNINGS:Superhero fisticuffs
The porter cities have had noshortage of bad luck this past month. However, it could be worse for Heropa. There are no zombies rampaging through the streets, nor are there any death cults offering sacrifices to some unknowable higher power. Nope, there's just a group of imPorts breaking into stores and homes, and running off with everything they can carry.
Well. That's certainly no good. Somebody could put a stop to it, but those somebodies shoud be careful. Those clones aren't going to give up without a fight!
VEE | OTA
A minute or so later, there's the tell-tale thud of a body.
A moment after that, someone who looks very much like Veronica Sawyer walks out, with a croquet mallet and a designer bag full of booze, dressed in red. There's a lit cigarette hanging from her mouth as well, and she takes it out to breathe out a cloud of smoke, then drops it to the ground and grinds it under her heel.
She spots a terrified native across the street and smiles, knife-sharp and cruel, when she sees what they're wearing, what they're using, what they have that she doesn't, or that she already has. She saunters up to them, the mallet twirling as she goes, whistling a tune.
Someone might have to stop her before she gets there.]