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WHO: Jaime Reyes or Blue Beetle and YOU!
WHERE: Various locations around Heropa
WHEN: Before the summer camp, after the shuttle!
WHAT: Jaime whiles away the rest of his lazy summer days, and heads out to do his Blue Beetle thing at night.
WARNINGS: None for now!
[a ; hoverboards and the streets of heropa]
[Jaime may be relatively content interning at the dentist's office while school's in session, but when he has this much time to burn and pockets as light as his own, what he's looking for is more cash. It hadn't taken too much poking around to catch the interest of one of the local garages once they learned that his father owned a garage back home, and they had eventually agreed to take him on part-time, just for the summer.
It's hot work, and it's not what he'd call glamorous work, mostly tidying up and doing all the chores that nobody else wants to do, but Jaime likes it. Even if their cars back home don't exactly fly, not as much has changed as he would have initially anticipated, and it's a comfortingly familiar way to spend his days and get a little extra cash to line his pockets with. Today, however, he's been gifted one extra perk: a hoverboard. They had dug out a broken one to see what he could do, and once it had been fixed up, they decided he could keep it; it was a ratty old thing to their eyes, but it was nothing of the kind to Jaime's.
He looks like a slob as he exits the garage, loose, comfortable clothing spotted with motor oil, but he doesn't appear to care, not so long as he's got the hoverboard tucked neatly underneath his arm. His stomach's rumbling, and he really ought to get home for dinner and a change of clothing, but he can't quite resist the temptation to test it out. He sets the hoverboard on the ground and flicks the switch, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as it rises into the air.]
[b ; a park just by the library]
[Reading anything other than some pulpy novel during the summer isn't Jaime's idea of a good time, but he's bound and determined to learn more about this world, particularly after the unforgivable fiasco of the failing space shuttle. He had made his way to the library with high hopes, and after taking out a small stack, planted his butt in a nearby park, accompanied by some sort of frozen coffee drink he gathers is more sugar than actual coffee. as high as his hopes were, he soon finds that reading about this place's history is a long, laborious process. He ends up reading over the same complicatedly written sentence five times over, each time spending more time boggling over the length of the sentence rather than its content before tilting his head back with a groan.]
Who can read this stuff? [He says aloud, still staring up at the brilliant blue sky above him.]
[c ; Blue Beetle, around Heropa (evening/night)]
[As day slips into night, Jaime suits up and hits the streets and skies, intervening wherever he sees fit and otherwise checking out what Heropa - and its associated areas - have to offer in the way of emergencies, be it a robbery or a housefire. Sometimes he flies out of Heropa entirely, to one of the cities that has no hero to watch its back, but he's got to check out his home turf every now and then too.
But by now, Heropa's famous for its heroes, which means all of two things: criminals are extra cautious as they go about their way, and a few silly, desperate people commit stupid crimes in the hopes of garnering the heroes' attention. Jaime actually looks like a superhero, yellow lenses flashing in the dark and bright blue armour just otherworldly enough to catch anyone's attention, even if he's a little shorter than your usual hero, which means that he's a prime target for anyone who wants a little attention.
Tonight's a night of attention seekers, it seems, and anyone passing by might be able to catch the tail-end of their conversation as the would-be criminal slinks off.]
--man, again? Seriously, knock it off, I know you left money for that on the counter before you left. You're gonna run into someone who's just gonna hurt you for this one day, you know that, right? [He heaves a quiet sigh.] Go on, get outta here. Don't let me catch you at this again!
[d ; Blue Beetle, the skies (evening/night)]
[There's a lot of things to be said in the bugsuit's favour when you really get down to it. Its myriad of skills are more cool than gross most of the time, and when he's not completely freaked out by it, Jaime's still in awe of it. No matter what it comes up with, however, nothing can beat the wings.
There's no real tactical reason for Jaime to stick to the rooftops and the skies, but he does it anyway for one simple reason: it's fun. He loves flying, and he loves the look of the city at night, quiet and dark as if nobody down there has a care in the world. From way up here, he can pretend that he's back in his own world, and that after just a quick flight, he can easily swoop back to El Paso, back home.
He doesn't really believe it, but it's a nice way to spend his time anyway.]
[e ; wildcard! Want a thread starter or something else? Drop me a line and I'd be more than happy to set something up!]
WHERE: Various locations around Heropa
WHEN: Before the summer camp, after the shuttle!
WHAT: Jaime whiles away the rest of his lazy summer days, and heads out to do his Blue Beetle thing at night.
WARNINGS: None for now!
[a ; hoverboards and the streets of heropa]
[Jaime may be relatively content interning at the dentist's office while school's in session, but when he has this much time to burn and pockets as light as his own, what he's looking for is more cash. It hadn't taken too much poking around to catch the interest of one of the local garages once they learned that his father owned a garage back home, and they had eventually agreed to take him on part-time, just for the summer.
It's hot work, and it's not what he'd call glamorous work, mostly tidying up and doing all the chores that nobody else wants to do, but Jaime likes it. Even if their cars back home don't exactly fly, not as much has changed as he would have initially anticipated, and it's a comfortingly familiar way to spend his days and get a little extra cash to line his pockets with. Today, however, he's been gifted one extra perk: a hoverboard. They had dug out a broken one to see what he could do, and once it had been fixed up, they decided he could keep it; it was a ratty old thing to their eyes, but it was nothing of the kind to Jaime's.
He looks like a slob as he exits the garage, loose, comfortable clothing spotted with motor oil, but he doesn't appear to care, not so long as he's got the hoverboard tucked neatly underneath his arm. His stomach's rumbling, and he really ought to get home for dinner and a change of clothing, but he can't quite resist the temptation to test it out. He sets the hoverboard on the ground and flicks the switch, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as it rises into the air.]
[b ; a park just by the library]
[Reading anything other than some pulpy novel during the summer isn't Jaime's idea of a good time, but he's bound and determined to learn more about this world, particularly after the unforgivable fiasco of the failing space shuttle. He had made his way to the library with high hopes, and after taking out a small stack, planted his butt in a nearby park, accompanied by some sort of frozen coffee drink he gathers is more sugar than actual coffee. as high as his hopes were, he soon finds that reading about this place's history is a long, laborious process. He ends up reading over the same complicatedly written sentence five times over, each time spending more time boggling over the length of the sentence rather than its content before tilting his head back with a groan.]
Who can read this stuff? [He says aloud, still staring up at the brilliant blue sky above him.]
[c ; Blue Beetle, around Heropa (evening/night)]
[As day slips into night, Jaime suits up and hits the streets and skies, intervening wherever he sees fit and otherwise checking out what Heropa - and its associated areas - have to offer in the way of emergencies, be it a robbery or a housefire. Sometimes he flies out of Heropa entirely, to one of the cities that has no hero to watch its back, but he's got to check out his home turf every now and then too.
But by now, Heropa's famous for its heroes, which means all of two things: criminals are extra cautious as they go about their way, and a few silly, desperate people commit stupid crimes in the hopes of garnering the heroes' attention. Jaime actually looks like a superhero, yellow lenses flashing in the dark and bright blue armour just otherworldly enough to catch anyone's attention, even if he's a little shorter than your usual hero, which means that he's a prime target for anyone who wants a little attention.
Tonight's a night of attention seekers, it seems, and anyone passing by might be able to catch the tail-end of their conversation as the would-be criminal slinks off.]
--man, again? Seriously, knock it off, I know you left money for that on the counter before you left. You're gonna run into someone who's just gonna hurt you for this one day, you know that, right? [He heaves a quiet sigh.] Go on, get outta here. Don't let me catch you at this again!
[d ; Blue Beetle, the skies (evening/night)]
[There's a lot of things to be said in the bugsuit's favour when you really get down to it. Its myriad of skills are more cool than gross most of the time, and when he's not completely freaked out by it, Jaime's still in awe of it. No matter what it comes up with, however, nothing can beat the wings.
There's no real tactical reason for Jaime to stick to the rooftops and the skies, but he does it anyway for one simple reason: it's fun. He loves flying, and he loves the look of the city at night, quiet and dark as if nobody down there has a care in the world. From way up here, he can pretend that he's back in his own world, and that after just a quick flight, he can easily swoop back to El Paso, back home.
He doesn't really believe it, but it's a nice way to spend his time anyway.]
[e ; wildcard! Want a thread starter or something else? Drop me a line and I'd be more than happy to set something up!]
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[He rubs one hand across his the top of his head.] Haircuts aside. Either way, I figured that you had to have gotten along... which is a little dumb, now that I think about it.
[The Titans sure don't get along. He had half hoped that that trend ceases once you get into the big leagues, though.]
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[ The history of the superhero community is an interesting lesson, but also quite tedious. ]
We get along fine enough. When it matters. [ She lets her arms fall and she shrugs. ] We might all be superheroes, but not all of us get along. Some are grade A jerks.
Like Magog.
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Case in point: I got no clue who Magog is. What's his deal?
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[ Actually, "Grade A jerk" does not even begin to scratch the surface of that bullheaded man. Peej rolls her eyes before she frowns hard, pursing her lips in response to Beetle's question. ]
He was arrogant and narrow-minded. Very narrow-minded. [ She huffs. ] Doesn't know how to play well with others and is a little too violent with the bad guys, if you know what I mean.
[ Magog had tried to argue lethal force was necessary in their line of work. ]
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[His mind doesn't go straight to lethal force - he has too much faith in the cape community to even consider it, but roughing people up beyond their due is pretty bad in his book. The worse you want to hurt them, the more you have to restrain yourself.]
What's this guy's home turf, anyway?
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[ And she doesn't regret it. He wasn't a good fit for the team by the end and they needed someone who knew how to operate within a team and be a respectable leader who could make calls while on the go.
She holds her hand to her ear suddenly, leaning to the side with a curious, attentive expression before she looks back at Beetle with a big smirk. ]
You up for some work, Blue Beetle?
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He certainly doesn't hear anything, but he's ready for it anyway. He smiles back at her and nods.]
Always. What's up?
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Petty thievery at a jewelry store. Sounds like they're a bunch of amateurs.
[ She heard them cursing and banging on a solid, locked door. It's enough to get an amused snort from her. ]
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Just lead the way. How do you know this, anyway? Got one ear on the police reports, or...?
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These guys are being a little louder than most would be in the dead of night. Ten bucks say they won't even notice us dropping in on them.
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[He kind of wants to ask questions about it. How does she deal with hearing all that all the time? Is she constantly eavesdropping? Does that give her migraines? He feels like it would give her migraines.
Instead, he just follows her lead.]
See, that's a bet I could totally ruin for you. I glow. [He copies her gesture, though instead of his ear, he's tapping on his lenses.]
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It helps to relax her... and the prospect of punching someone's face in will definitely help with some of the anger she still feels bubbling in her chest tonight. She knows one thing after tonight as well: the next time Max Lord shows up, his neck is hers. ]
Don't be a spoilsport. Surprising them's the best part.
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[Which mostly means he'll be following her lead. He's probably not the least sneaky superhero around, but he's way, way up there. He tends to leave stealth to the others... then again, he wouldn't have pegged Peej as the stealthy type, considering her decidedly noticeable costume.]
I'm guessing you're not planning on strolling in through the front door?
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[ She's not exactly the sneaky type herself (not unless she needs to coordinate a team effort), but tonight she would rather not chance it and catch them unguarded.
It doesn't take long for them to reach the jewelry shop in question. The window's been smashed in (the door is still locked) and there are three young men inside pillaging everything they can get their gloved hands on.
They don't notice Beetle or Peej yet. ]
How come "crime doesn't pay" doesn't stick with these guys?
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[This is where flying comes in handy, as well as the fact that he's nowhere near as large as some of the other heroes. It's all too easy to simply slip into the window without his arms scraping against the sides, and he rights himself again once he's in, feet still hovering above the ground.
Miraculously, they still don't notice him - one's busy fretfully fidgeting against the glass of one of the stands, but it doesn't occur to him to actually look around him. Born criminals, these aren't.]
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She lets out an exaggerated sigh and all three whip their heads in the superheroes' general direction, one of them nearly dropped his bag in shock. The expression on his face reads, Shit, I didn't sign up for this!
Peej folds her arms over her chest. ]
Hi. Put those back before we ―
[ She hears the click of the gun, but it's only when it's pointed she reacts. ]
Gun!
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It's funny, he's never actually faced down someone holding a gun in a team-up scenario. You wouldn't think that it would make that much of a difference, strategy wise, but it does. He's not entirely certain whether or not Peej is bullet proof, which means he's leaning towards her as he speaks, urging his shield to grow to cover her too.]
Hey now, [he says, voice low, level.] Just put the gun down.
[The robber does no such thing and instead straightens his arm all the way, as if the sheer tension in his arm will steady his shot. If Jaime knew more about guns, he would be able to tell that this particular would-be robber is wholly unpracticed at even holding a gun, let alone shooting one.
I'll shoot! he yells, voice hoarse, which Jaime has to admit is wholly accurate. It does appear that he's willing to shoot. What's worrying him is that the way this guy is waving his gun around, he's not entirely positive where he's going to shoot... not that they're going to give him the chance. One of his hands is already beginning to glow a faint blue in retaliation, but there's no telling whether or not he or Peej is going to get to the guy first.]
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[ She curves away from Beetle and floats down toward the man with the gun pointed, glowering at him. In a matter of seconds her patience has thinned, almost non-existent at this point. The longer the thief keeps his gun pointed, the more irate she grows, so she reaches for the gun with her hand, ready to curl her fingers around the barrel and crush or bend it so it's unusable.
But this incites full-blown panic in the man. As Peej closes the distance between them, he yelps and he pulls on the trigger half-heartedly. The shot rings out and the bullet strikes Peej's face, but it pings at once, deflecting into a wall across from them. ]
Hey!
[ And then the other men scramble, looking to grab something to fight off Beetle and Peej. ]
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[That answers that question. Jaime barely has time to consider how horribly wrong that could have gone if Peej hadn't been bulletproof when the other two spring in opposite directions, trying to figure out the best way to deal with their current quandary.
Jaime sprints after the one on the left, swatting his arm hard enough to get him to drop the piece of broken glass he had seized upon, and turns one hand into cuffs, securing the man's wrists.
He doesn't bother letting the man go s he goes after the other one, ignoring the man's constant insistence that simply being dragged across the ground hurts.
It probably does, granted, but he'll live. As he stomps after the second man, he calls behind him,] You got the guy with the gun?
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[ She grabs him by the collar, lifting him up several feet while she secures the gun. Once she's gotten her fingers around the barrel, she squeezes down with very little effort, the metal groaning quietly as it's crushed and made unsuitable for use. Then she tosses it aside like she's crumpled up a paper ball instead of a gun.
After that display of strength, the man in her hold stops struggling.
Peej looks over to Beetle, shooting him a thumbs up. ]
All good!
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One of them is actually shaking pretty badly, but he'll be fine in the end - he just won't be robbing anymore stores, Jaime thinks.]
Nice!
[What goes unsaid is the fact that Peej is even more impressive than he had initially given her credit for, and he had thought she was pretty cool to begin with.]
All that's left to do now is to call the police -- [he looks down at one of the men, who lets a sob of relief escape him, and he sounds a little peeved when he says,] Aw, man, don't be like that. It's not like we're gonna start beating you.
[He tilts his head as he speaks directly to the Scarab.] Hey buddy, do me a favour and let the cops know what's going down?
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Oh, well. They stopped the jewelry store from being robbed, but she looks around at the mess they've made with dismay. It's shoddy criminal work, even for amateurs. ]
I think I'd feel bad beating them. [ She reaches over to drag the one on the floor closer to his buddies. ] Stay put.
I don't think I can stick around with the police on the way. They're not exactly fond of us Unsettled.
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[Hypocrites, the lot of them.
Jaime releases the two criminals from their cuffs, secure in the knowledge that they'll stay put, and the shapes soon melt away to reveal his hands safe and sound underneath. He rubs absently at his wrists, mostly because it always feels a bit odd not to have hands.]
I'm all registered up, so I'll stick around and tell them what happened... though, looking at this place, it wouldn't take too much detective work on their parts.
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[ There wasn't any time for Registered vs. Unsettled arguments when people's lives had been at stake.
She's surprised to hear he's Registered.
She floats near to him, glancing back and forth between him and the goons they've apprehended. The miserable looks on their faces tell her they won't be trying to run from the Beetle any time soon. ]
I was hoping more of us would choose not to register, but anyway; I hate to leave you to it, but I think for both our sake it's better if I do.
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The stare he sends her way is level and steady, unsure as to what to say, but he eventually chooses not to address it at all.]
Yeah. See you later.
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