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Vigilantes were not careful. Pyxis had yet to understand whether that was because they simply lacked the capability to care for themselves or if the job of being a hero happened to be that dangerous. Perhaps it was the lack of formal training, or maybe the criminals happened to be better prepared in Newhaven? Though that was all speculation, and as the nights spent watching the masked heroes stumble into risky situations dragged on he came to terms with the fact that these individuals were total enigmas. Clumsy, idiotic, enigmas.

During the nights spent perched atop a dark rooftop he became accustomed to one unspoken vigilante rule, steer away from the stinging stench of metallic blood. A deadly beast who will pierce your skin with hundreds of bullets walks among that smell. He wasn’t one to believe in urban legends but he had seen Red River’s foreboding form pass through alley ways in search of his next victim in the nights he spent watching. Today was no different, the wind wafted the stink throughout the city. Pyxis felt a shiver crawl down his spine as something about this blood made him uncomfortable, something wasn’t right.

His gaze was drawn to the scuttling of a couple who jumped and ran the opposite direction when a indescribable sound rang throughout the alley. He leapt off the building and landed on the sidewalk with a solid thud, immediately a presence caught his attention and he whipped his head to the right. With a quick movement he perched himself on top of a large trashcan and peered down at the injured individual. So this was Red River, a bit of a disappointment if Pyxis was being honest, not nearly as terrifying as he hoped. He made notice of the gun but simply scrunched up his nose in retaliation, that wasn’t going to stop anyone especially in the vigilante’s weakened state. He’d bet the poor guy could barely pull the trigger. “You take the saying human shield to an entirely different level.” He dug into his pockets and pulled out a makeshift first-aid kit dropping it into the man’s lap. “The aim of the game is to avoid the bullets bud.”

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His leg was already covered in a makeshift ruby armor, and he knew that the only thing stopping the hole on his shoulder from molding into a sword was the fact that he was holding it shut as he ran. He didn’t need River here, not now. Not when everyone was still on such high alert for vigilantes. If River showed up now then it wouldn’t take long for the public opinion of the nightly heroes to plummet even further.

The mother and her daughter that had unfortunately been caught in the middle of the confrontation didn’t need to see anything worse than one criminal’s death. Even then, Red had seen the little girl’s shock when he’d shot the man towering over them. He hadn’t been able to tell if it had been gratefulness or fear that had her eyes following him for the rest of the fight.

But the rest of the gunmen hadn’t been so easily scared off, and he’d taken a hit to his leg and shoulder, his vision blurring, and he knew that he was running out of time. Red wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten so careless. He knew that he’d managed to take out the second gunman before he’d bailed, sirens growing louder as he’d exited the building. The third gunman had been disarmed, his own pistol flung across the store in a desperate attempt to at least buy time for the police to get there.

He’d barely turned the corner when he heard one of the cops yelling orders to ‘freeze’, and Red just kept running.

Once he deemed himself far enough, he found an alley to turn into, slumping against the wall as he pulled himself into a tight ball, pressing himself into the trash can at his side in hopes of keeping himself out of sight.

He was out of breath, and he knew that the armor on his leg must have been drawing on some vital organ’s blood because he felt nauseous too, a good sign that River had been seconds away from appearing. Pause. Breathe. He tried to calm himself down, telling himself that there wasn’t a threat anymore, trying to coax the blood to return to him as quickly as possible.

Footsteps startled him into alertness, and he winced when his head knocked against the garbage can. There was no way that the passerby hadn’t heard. He held his breath, hoping that maybe they would just ignore the sound; but he knew that with his luck, the chance of the passerby just walking away was slim. He drew out his gun, hoping that he wouldn’t have to use it.

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Newhaven wasn’t a beautiful city, no, not at all. Corruption, greed, and hatred had stripped its beauty leaving only a wobbling foundation, but Pyxis found that interesting. He had found himself wondering if that’s why Spectrum chose to stay and defend the crumbling town, it couldn’t have been from pride or loyalty. Who could have pride in a place that supported the subordination of those who were different? So the hero must have chosen to stay for the same reason he chose to come, to see how the city would fall.

Unlike the vigilantes who had quickly made a name for themselves he preferred to stay among the shadows, not that he hadn’t stopped a few criminals here and there. Or took down a drug cartel single handily, but he was still learning and thus had to watch his step. There were extra precautions one had to take when their alter-ego was connected to the guild, even though Pyxis had yet to be officially introduced to the public. So he purposely steered away from the groups of congregating people and masked figures that slipped between alley ways, plus, he was more than content simply watching anyways.

He felt someone enter his space before he heard them. The weight of their step and the area their shape consumed was familiar but he still prepared himself for combat, like second nature after many tiring training exercises. The gentle landing and soft shifting of body weight clued in to who the individual was, Pyxis bit back a curse. When they spoke it only solidified his assumption. Of course she’d catch him today, on a school night. “Oh.” He hummed, “I’m a local now? Does this mean I’m not allowed back home for winter break?” Pyxis turned around and approached Weaver cautiously. He knew she wouldn’t physically attack him but he was waiting for the verbal beat down. “I couldn’t stop you when you forced your way into my life once, what makes you think I can stop you now?” He gave her a cheeky grin.

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Bela hadn’t been to Newhaven since the government had picked up the slack on rebuilding after the invasion. When her help wasn’t needed to stitch the physical world back together, she noticed very quickly that certain people in charge were unusually cold. So she’d kept her distance. The things and people who had tied her to the city were beyond her reach now, and it hurt less to stay away.

Walking down the busy streets again was enlightening. Some people knew her, recognized her from news programs, but not all. It was nice to get lost in the anonymity of the crowd again. Of course, the reason she was here couldn’t be found with the sun still in the sky. 

So as the lights of the city flicked on and set their own glow into the sky, Weaver took to the streets. There were people here she was looking for, people she needed to check on, and as always, people to meet. Pulling herself from the ground to the roof and bounding from building to building was easy enough with pouches full of materials that could stretch away from her on a whim.

It was mostly luck she’d seen the figure in the darkness. Her habits of checking corners had remained after the invasion, but this wasn’t her turf anymore, and not knowing who ran the scene made things tricky. But a glance at the right angle as she’d been about to scan the next block over made her pause. A few more lengths of rock and metal rose from where she’d stored them as she touched down gently. Better safe than sorry.

“Well, it’s always nice to meet the locals. Do you mind letting a visitor tag along for a bit?”

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I am who I have to be.

There are parts of Newhaven that go untraversed, where the air is deathly cold and the alleys darkened with fear. Those who creep through the pathways have shady motives and less than moral attitudes, their gaze shifting back and forth watching for a lone victim to strike. Not one car patrols the area looking for thugs, the citizens know better than to send their protectors into the den of death. There is no sound but the silent moan of lost souls as time stands completely still.

It is no place for a hero of the night to find himself within for the darkness works to corrupt any form of goodwill. But as he walked the empty halls of a ragged building, footsteps rebounding off every wall, no one dared to approach him but instead stared with an obedient gaze. Arms falling to their sides as he walked past, leaving their body open for the kill, a silent sign of trust. When he stopped the room froze with him, no steady breath could be heard but his own. When he moved towards a handle his surroundings visibly relaxed but only when he was fully out of sight did the people return to their conversations once again.

The room he entered was much different than the others, well kept and organized, though that failed to surprise him. He took two long strides until he was close enough to stare down at a younger gaping figure. The other was clearly surprised and began to comment on the vigilante’s superb ability in locating the unknown, but were cut off by a quick hand movement and a deeper glare. They knew their taunting would fail to work, the fighter’s will too strong. There was no benefit in asking the vigilante how he learned where they were stationed, they knew his contacts ran almost deeper than their own. It would be terrifying if they weren’t so enchanted by the beauty of someone who teetered so dangerously on the line of good and evil.

“You of all people, I would have never imagined to step foot in a sin-ridden place such as this. Well,” a pause “When I first met you that is. I have been watching you from the very beginning, and who you are now would most definitely frighten who you were back then. Your innocence is lost.”

“Innocence is a word used to frighten people into compliance, you aren’t stupid Persona, you know I won’t be shaken by some petty insult.” His hand came down upon the desk with a loud snap. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins as his body naturally readied itself for combat, he puffed out a foggy breath as the room dropped to an almost chill freeze. “It would be wise of you to take caution with how you treat me, I am not your normal customer. I will not be paying you with money but instead a guarantee that you leave with your life after this transaction is over.”

Behind the sly smile Persona held so easily on his face, he clenched his teeth in exasperated frustration. Europa showed no clear sign of emotion, he wasn’t calm, it was simply void. There was nothing for the other to read, his normal tactics were useless against someone who failed to care. “I assume you’re going to ask me to erase all the data I have on Caspian and your Scotland?” The question received a firm no leaving Persona bumbling out an incoherent mumble.

“I want to know who’s at the top.” It was a rather simple demand, one that Persona could easily fulfill, it was asked almost daily by those who wished to topple the hierarchy and cause panic. But in this instance he paused. Furrowing his brow, upset by how Europa’s story had unfolded, he rose slowly and approached the vigilante.

“It saddens me to see you like this. You have so much potential to change the land you lay on, why would you want to rule with fear?”

“Wrong.” the room shook “I want respect, it's more potent than fear.”

“You don’t have to do this,” he reached up to place a hand softly onto Europa’s cheek but the other was quick to move and grabbed Persona’s wrist tightly in their clutch. The more he struggled the more Europa’s grasp tightened.

“Don’t play games with me, I know who you are, I know better than to let your hand brush against my skin. My demand is simple and I expect you to fulfill it, I have people to protect and the only way to do so is to rise to the top. If respect’s potency fails I will gladly switch to rage, it would be best for you to begin on the right side of the war.” The coldness in his voice pricked at Persona’s skin until he was forced to cower. At the sign of compliance, Europa dropped the other’s arm and waited for his document.

Persona carefully handed him the paper, pulling away when he felt a slight tug, “You’ve lost your way, you are no hero.

“I am who I have to be.”

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Tyler was a busy man. He enjoyed burying himself in his work since it kept his mind at bay. There was no time to dwell on his negative surroundings if he was always running around, working himself to exhaustion. But, quite often he had found himself in a rather odd position, sitting silently on the couch as his lazy gaze was held contently on the other man in the room. He had found that unlike in most situations of pure relaxation his thoughts were only occupied on his undying love for this man, his husband, and he was truly able to unwind.

He had wished that this night would be no different but he couldn’t calm the buzz that shot through his body, no matter how hard he stared lovingly at his man. Though he was relieved that the other didn’t notice, or didn’t outwardly show that he noticed his spouse's unusual amount of anxiety.

Tyler watched as the other’s face scrunched up in laughter at some ridiculous comedy special that had begun to air and on it’s own his hand brushed the side of his husband’s face. Raising to his feet Tyler planted a kiss onto the man’s head and mumbled something about picking up an extra shift, he ignored the strange look the other gave him as he grabbed a heavy bag and head out the door.

As he placed himself dangerously close to the edge of high rooftop and seared down at the city below he reminded himself that he had a duty. Not to the citizen’s who dared to curse his existence but to his younger brother and the love of his life, he had to be the one to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. So, despite his constant denial he dawned a mask and accepted the name of Europa, another hero thrust into the night.

He didn’t bother to turn around when someone approached, not surprised that his presence had already been targeted by another vigilante. Patches of ice mimicking a wall surrounded him with weary protection, “Please, I’m busy.” He breathed, voice cold.

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Bo had originally come to the fair to keep an eye on the protests. He appreciated that people wanted to show up and tell the mayor and the rest of the city that they wanted Watcher and the rest to stick around. But that didn’t mean he was going to let them get in trouble for it. The plan had been to hover and stuff his face all day while keeping an eye on potential troublemakers using the crowd to incite something more nefarious.

When Evans caught his eye, he’d been surprised. In all honesty, he hadn’t expected the vigilante to be anywhere in public given the scrutiny he must be under. He’d started towards him with a grin- a friendly face would probably be nice, and they hadn’t exactly spoken since the hotel. He hadn’t expected the small child next to the man to grab his attention and his grin slipped a bit as he came up.

“Evans, it’s good to see you,” he called when he realized he’d been noticed. With a little wave he bounced over to the pair. He could feel his mouth watering as he smelled the funnel cake the boy was holding. “You have excellent culinary taste,” he said seriously before sticking his hand out. “I’m Bo, it’s nice to meet you.”

Smiling at the taller man once more, he noticed a tension in the way he held himself. “I didn’t expect you here, but I’m glad I caught you. My group ditched me,” he lied, glancing over the man’s shoulder. “Do you mind if I hang around with you for a bit? We can get turkey legs down on the boardwalk- my treat!”

Dimetre’s entire demeanor flipped when he heard the familiar voice call out his name. Of course, he was still frightened by the heightened presence of both protestors and the mayor’s supporters but having a friend by his side meant that he had an alley in any sticky situation. A grin spread across his face as he watched the boy bounce over to them, Bo’s excitement spreading to him. “Hey kiddo, got some time away from work and school to destress I see.” When Bo addressed Wesley Dimetre had begun to prepare himself to introduce his little brother, knowing that strange social situations were not the kid's strong suit. But, to his surprise, Wesley moved away from him and stood tall in front of other. 

“Say aaaah,” Wesley stood on his tippy toes holding out a large fork full of funnel cake towards Bo, he barely reached the top of the boy’s chest. He eagerly waited for the other to accept his offer before putting on a dashing smile and giving Bo’s hand a gentle shake. “I’m Wesley, but you can call me Wes if ya like.”

Dimetre wasn’t entirely sure how to react to the event he just watched so he simply decided not to and returned his attention back to his friend, “We would be more than happy to add another member to our little party, huh?” He placed a hand on Wesley’s head and ruffled his hair, “But, why don’t I pay for food? Wouldn’t want to see you go into debt because of a turkey leg.”

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Thalia had long moved past the awkwardness of going places alone. Especially places and events that were usually best enjoyed with a group of friends or… at least one other person. Yet despite her repeated mantra that anyone else was too busy focusing on the games, stalls or snacks in front of them to care that she was a party of one she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched in some way. It wasn’t as though the blonde was parading around with a giant ‘mayors daughter’ stamp on her shirt but she was on edge enough about the fact that even the alluring lights of the Ferris Wheel couldn’t distract her from it.

The tempting scent of oil & sugar lured her over without much resistance, Thalia made a note of the cotton candy for the journey back towards the rides, and she was pleased to note that the queue for funnel cakes & doughnuts was pretty much non-existent. She had been too consumed with the inner debate over whether to get one funnel cake and a bag of mini doughnuts or be sensible to realise she recognised the face of at least of the customers also there.

She smiled slightly, silently sidestepping around the duo to take her place in line and wait patiently, and nodded her head in hello at Dimetre. “It’s nice to see you again. Are you enjoying the festival, or have you guys just got here?” Thalia asked quietly, an easy enough question for him to field and fill the waiting time with small talk should he not want to ruin the time he’d clearly set aside to spend with the younger male accompanying him.

Wesley’s odd way of alerting his older brother that someone was approaching had set Dimetre’s hairs on end, when Thalia took her place beside the two Dimetre’s head snapped towards her with a look of panic. He let out a sigh of relief and lessened his grip on his brother, who looked just a second away from yelping, when he realized that Thalia meant no harm. "Oh, hello princess! We haven't been here for too long. Just hitting up the food stalls before heading towards the rides, which is a ridiculous plan I know." He shot a glance down at Wesley who stared intently at the new woman, "But you try to tell this stinker no. I am not prepared to handle yet another catastrophe," The little Darc jabbed a bony finger into Dimetre's side and grinned when the other winced. "Are you here alone? Would you like some compa-" His strained invitation was cut off by a quizzical hum.

"Do you have a boyfriend?”

The sudden blunt question made Dimetre snort, “Ooooooo, do you think she’s pretty?”

“Yes.”

“Well that’s very brave of you to come out of your shell to ask a beautiful lady on a date-“

“No.” Dimetre quirked an eyebrow and slowly began to point to himself which received an exasperated look from his brother “Big no.”

“Then who?”

“Mom.”

Dimetre huffed out a confused laugh, “You do realize that mom is married to appa, right?”

“Yeah,” The younger Darc jut out his hip “But she could do waaaaaaay better.” A hand clapped over Wesley’s mouth as Dimetre went bright red with embarrassment.

“I am so sorry Thalia.”

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falling leaves, Halloween, the color orange, and hot tea!

Falling Leaves-

“Number one,” He thrusted a finger forward, “Garrett. He’d tell me what to do and I’d get annoyed with him too easily.” He flicked another finger upwards, “Number two, a gun. I would lose my temper and end up shooting Garrett. And three,” he dropped his hand and shrugged “The police, since I would be charged with murder.”

Halloween-

“Easy,” he grinned “Spectrum or Beyoncé. The two greatest people in the world.”

The Color Orange-

He pursed his lips thoughtfully, “I don’t believe so? There’s nothing that specifically screams Autumn at me, but The Monster Mash reminds me of Halloween?” He rolled his eyes and puffed out a laugh, “I suppose if I wanted to be an ass I could say September by Earth Wind and Fire.”

Hot Tea-

A small blush spread over his cheeks as he turned his gaze away from the other. This wasn’t something he so readily admitted. “Unlike what my fans love to believe I’m not at all promiscuous, and with that being said, I still haven’t had my first kiss.” He shuffled his weight from foot to foot nervously, “I mean…if I had to pick someone? It would probably be Legacy. He’s such a sweetheart and I bet he’d be the type of man who would sweep someone off their feet.”

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It has been said that fear can make a person do many things, but its unrelenting control does not stop there. A heavy atmosphere settled around the fairgrounds, one that hadn’t been present since the Unity attack. Just as Newhaven began to heal another catastrophe wrecked havoc but this time the blow was within. Groups huddled together keeping a watchful eye on their counterparts as minuscule amounts of people traversed the stalls. Among those who hid their sorrow in greasy food and nauseating rides stood a man so consumed with fear and worry from the backlash and hatred thrown at him by the citizen’s he vowed to protect, that he refused to participate in the protests he wished he could lead. Instead, he concealed himself amongst the crowd, gripping onto the hand of his youngest brother.

Dimetre couldn’t pull his gaze away from the group of protestors who readied their signs as he let out a shaky sigh, there was no point in looking if he was scared of those who may oppose him. He felt guilty hiding behind the protection that his little brother brought, no matter how many gifts or tickets he showered the boy with it didn’t mask the feeling that he was failing his family. And although Wesley may have been young he immediately understood that something was wrong, so he latched onto Dimetre’s arm with a wide grin and tugged him towards a stall selling ginormous funnel cakes.

“You wanna share one?” Dimetre looked down towards Wesley and rolled his eyes, “I don’t know why I asked that mom’s gonna kill me when she finds out how much junk I fed ya today.” He fished out his wallet and paid for two grease cakes with a bright, but fake, smile. As the two waited Wesley’s attention snapped towards an individual who began to approach the Darc brothers “Someone’s coming Dimmy.”

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To the Beloved Citizens of Newhaven:

As many of you have become acutely aware, we of Newhaven now live in a trying time. Not only do we walk our hallowed streets with a constant fear of invasion, of destruction, and of crime, but we also find ourselves trekking amongst a closeted oligarchy. For years, our local government has ran, unopposed, with inefficient leadership stringing along nearly-negligent reinforcement. Now, I am not a man of confrontational background. Quite the contrary, in fact. But I have sat by and let tragedy linger in this city for too long. Today, I put my foot down.

In the year 2018, I was but a fellow citizen, like all of you. I went to work, building the buildings many of you reside in and work inside of. This all changed when the super villians terrorizing our city came barging in: Mainframe, to be specific. WIth his unchecked technology and NCPD’s negligence, my wife and daughter were taken from me. I had to watch them die in front of me because the systems set in place to protect them failed.

I am not saying I’ve taken justice into my own hands; as I’ve said, I am usually very non-confrontational. But I also know that those who have, these Vigilantes Mayor Winsor chooses to villainize, have made it so fewer Newhaven residence have to brace themselves for the tragedy I once faced. They are doing what must be done for this city. Now it is my turn.

With your absolute permission, I put my hat in the ring, announcing my candidacy for Mayor in this upcoming election. I know many of you do not know me. Perhaps that is for the better, for I am just that: one of you. I will not stand by as rights are taken away so that I may live more comfortably. I will not allow our authorities to slack off and point their fingers and guns at those who, too, are trying to keep us all safe. Instead, I shall move to stoke an alliance between Vigilante and Policeman alike. I will further the cleaning of this city without compromising the wellfare of those of lower economic class.

Newhaven is a city in dire need of taking a breath, of stepping away from our tragic past and into the sun. If you’ll have me, I’d gladly be the man to help us all along.

Here’s to a better tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Maxwell Harrison

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The hotel event was an entirely new situation for Caspian, and if he was being honest with himself he didn’t like the implications the catastrophe brought. The attack was too limited almost as though it was meticulously planned to target an individual at the hotel that night, or perhaps no one at all...He had been dwelling on the details of the case since he stepped foot into a ring of police cars and panicked cops. Something just wasn’t right. If the perpetrator happened to be Mainframe why would an evil mastermind mark such a boring group of individuals, and why didn’t he kill anyone? The act of harming someone is such a petty crime for a villain who has destroyed parts of the city, it’s almost as if he was making his presence known. 

Caspian sighed, this was too much to think about when his concentration was supposed to be on patrolling the streets. When he rounded a sudden corner and was met with the sight of a dark silhouette he stopped in his tracks and held his breath. He slowly crept forward but relaxed when he recognized the voice, Pitch. “I think that may be a bit conceited if I did?” He gave a small wave, “And give yourself some credit Mr. Tall Dark and Sexy I really didn’t do that much, If you hadn’t shown up I’m afraid the shit show would have gotten shittier.” He placed a hand on the vigilante’s shoulder. “But if you don’t want to publicity I’ll gladly take all the acclaim.” He winked.

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The hotel fiasco was only a few days ago, but even as Pitch, it was hard to block the nights events from his mind. He’d suited up and changed in the past in public when the need called, but this time felt different. He didn’t like how worried he was, and how much stake he had. Between, the coincidental acquaintances to the people he’d shared a deeper connection with, for the first time, in a long time at least, he felt that his actions were compromised. The proof was in the girl, Hannah… or Shutdown as he knew her, discovering who he was. He exhaled deeply through his nostrils, waiting for the stress of it to roll off of him before he drove himself crazy thinking again about something in the past he had little control over.

“If you’re here to ask for an autograph, I’ll leave that to Caspian.” Pitch uttered into the night air in response to the light footfalls he could hear approaching him from behind. “He was also there that night and did most of the work.” He didn’t turn his head right away, as he didn’t feel like he was in any danger - which was a reckless assumption considering his short burst of fame he was riding out. Despite his reason for coming out to clear his head more than punish the criminals roaming the streets, Pitch was happy for the welcome distraction.

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To Those Who Listen

Tonight Newhaven weeps. Though, you can not hear it over the jubilant cries of your mayor and his misinformed lackeys. Your outright neglect for the city you so cherish has allowed a murderous rot to root himself into the very foundation of the capital. How long would it have taken you to discover his treacherous ways if he refused to dangle it in front of your gapping faces covered in bells and whistles in an attempt to hide its true meaning? I suppose for those who are not affected by this bill the unmistakable denial of human rights is not a daunting threat, though I would hate to remind you that this is merely the mayor's first step. Who would stop him from enacting unjust laws on every citizen in Newhaven? Ah, yes, the ones who were sentenced to prison for trying to bring light to even the darkest hours.

But please, do not mistake my passion for being on the side of the vigilantes, it happens to be quite opposite of that. I am one of those whom you run from when the night grows dark. I just fear the repercussions of angering the nighttime heroes since I am pleasantly content with the number of criminals we have currently, I don't do very well with making new friends. Thus it would be smart of you to remember that the cops aren't always quick or competent enough to save you from a rather terrifying situation, and who would be left to become your hero when the one that's harming you are those who you regarded as idols a mere day before. The only weapon that works against an ability is an ability itself.

To those who had listened from the very beginning and winced at the whines that Newhaven sputtered out, I sincerely apologize. For those who have been frightened and are now ready to hear the cries of a city under siege, you are too late.

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Puck chuckled. For once, the sound lacked the mania it usually did. No, this chuckle was labored with hard-earned knowledge that the owner had fought to forget. “You needn’t remind me of the cruel nature of humanity. I am all-too familiar with it. Unfortunately that is largely first-hand, though I shan’t begrudge the mortal for their fear,” he smirked. “It is usually a good idea to be afraid of the thing that goes bump in the night, no matter how watered-down it has become by your movies.”

He turned fully, breaking the hold Caspian had on him. He looked him up and down, attempting to find any trace of falsehood. “You would offer me a home among you? Even though I am but a stranger in a strange land, an unidentified being capable of destruction wrought without mercy? You would allow such a creature into your lives.

Puck scoffed. “You needn’t worry about the loneliness, little sea. I do believe that after long enough, even the worst of heartbreaks can be healed. As inaccurate as your words often are, I am proof that time heals all wounds.”

Caspian flushed at the sudden attention, although it wasn’t unusual for someone to look at him in such a manner it was different when the individual was as mysterious as Puck. Being in the vigilante’s presence made him feel as though he was traversing the plot of a storybook, Puck acting as the captivating being who enchanted Prince Caspian. When the other mused about being so easily accepted into the arms of the vigilante family the water bender couldn’t help but nod along to all of their worried questions, “Why wouldn’t we?” He hummed, not expecting Puck to answer. “Although we stay among the land it seems as though it no longer wants us. We are forced to band together so we never feel alone, but it truly isn’t a bad thing. It is because we are all capable of unbridled destruction that we have become a family.”

He fell into a comfortable silence, once again leaning into Puck’s side. For a moment he watched the stars twinkle amongst the black sky but a pressing question clouded his concentration. Without taking any polite precautions he pursed his lips and blurted out, “What are you?” 

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“Dimetre,” His voice was barely audible over the howl of the wind and the blood rushing to the younger boy’s ears, but Dimetre was able to catch the worry that made Garrett’s voice wobble every time he took a step higher into the tree. The triplets had been innocently playing a game of catch when their ball flew a bit too high and lodged itself between the branches of a large conifer, Dimetre being the best big brother he could be valiantly came to their rescue and began to scale the impossible tower. Ignoring all common sense and warnings from his parents, fueled by the adrenaline only a fourteen year old could conjure, he raced up the tree with incredible speed. “Don’t go any higher, those branches wont support your weight. And not to mention that Aunt Abby will kill you if she finds out you disobeyed her.” Dimetre turned to Garrett who looked much smaller from that height and gave him a simple thumbs up before turning his gaze back towards the rubber ball and clutching the base of the tree. A large gust of wind swayed the branches causing him to almost lose his footing, but with a frightened giggle he shifted his weight and heard a loud snap. The branch gave away from under him and he plummeted towards the ground. Closing his eyes tight he held his breath and braced for impact, but he didn’t crack against the ground. There was a grunt and a dull thud as both the teenage boys tumbled towards the grass, Dimetre turned his gaze and was met face to face with an angry Garrett. Before the other could begin his lecture Dimetre threw his arms around his friend and buried his face in his shoulder.

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🌻 : does your muse like the outdoors?

“Yes,” he hummed “Especially after it snows and the stars are shining brightly in the sky.” He waved his hand across the horizon as if he could call his happy memories into existence.

🍸: does your muse drink alcohol?

"I try not to." That wasn't a lie, well at least Dimetre wished it wasn't. He thought he had the self-control to know when the glass should be his last but alcohol made him forget the pains he wished to forget. Nothing else quitted the world like liquor, but he is slowly coming to learn that it only makes it louder in the morning. The urge to run to the bottle when like becomes unbearable still sits deep in the pit of his stomach.

😍: what was your muse’s first love like?

An uncomfortable feeling began to bloom in Dimetre's chest whenever he was around his best friend, which he found made it very hard to enjoy the last few bits of summer. When the Halls invited him to go to the cities largest water park last weekend he froze up and made a stupid excuse to get out of it. He couldn't figure out why his body refused to go, it happened that he was rather looking forward to spending his time zooming down overly narrow water slides. But, just the thought of being in the water with Garrett made his stomach churn and his face turn a bright shade of red...- Oh, god. He supposed this would happen eventually, he was sixteen and harboring a slight crush for his best friend for quite a while. The need to confess his undying love would pop up sooner or later...thought he slightly wished it was later.  

He found Garrett sitting outside his house only after having an awkward conversation with Chantelle about how he was getting over the 'summer flu'. Staring a bit too long at the other's frame he sucked in a deep breath and approached cautiously, today was the day. Though, he stopped when he caught a glimpse of Garrett's face, he knew that expression. Shoving his confession to the back of his mind he took his seat next to the other and leaned into his side, "What's wrong Sasha?"

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🔮: does your muse believe in psychics?

His head whipped around and a large curious smile spread across his face. He bounced on the balls of his feet, “A psychic Sasha? Are you taking me to see a psychic?” A giggle bubbled up in his throat as he waved his hands in childish glee “I want to get my tarot cards read- Oh, and to see the crystal ball, do you think they have crystal balls Sasha?”

🔫: does your muse know how to use a gun?

He loaded the bullet, cocked the pistol, and shot at the oncoming thugs leg. As the shot hit its mark Caspian turned towards the winged hero and shrugged, “Yes but I hate them. I only use guns in times like these, where’s its necessary because if not we’ll be shot at.”

🚯: does your muse litter?

“You and I both know that’s illegal and punishable by fine.” He shook his head exasperated “Did law school teach you nothing? That’s a real waste of ninety thousand dollars.”

😍: what was your muse’s first love like?

When his mother promised that he’d be meeting a new friend today his four year old mind was giddy with excitement. Though he couldn’t comprehend what walked through his front door, he was sure this blonde haired nightmare was human but the tight frown the boy held on his face sure didn’t scream ‘friend’. When his mother took the arm of the woman the tiny horror came with and left the two to ‘play’ he wanted to scream out for help. Though the glare that the brown eyed demon shot at him had his voice caught in his throat. Not ten minutes later was he hauled into the kitchen by his angry mother who hissed at him under her breath. He had surprised himself, he wasn’t aware that he had that much force behind a punch. But the way the other yelped when his hand collided with his chest filled Dimetre with both panic and a sort of victory. His little outburst rewarded the two with supervised playtime which seemed to be the result that both of the kids were looking for. During the end of the first hour the elder boy leaned towards Dimetre and grinned, “I like you.”

Dimetre was thirteen and standing outside the man made path that led to a safe place, their secret base. Garrett had run up behind him and put a heavy hand on his shoulder but a burning anger flashed over Dimetre and he threw the others arm away. With a quick motion he slammed his hand into Garrett’s chest, at the moment of impact everything in him deflated. A yelp echoed throughout the trees and the bitter taste of guilt and sorrow filled Dimetre’s mouth. He couldn’t remember the fake lie he quickly made up to hide the jealousy that oozed out of him, but now the only thing that played in his mind alongside the deafening beat of his heart was “I like you, I like you.”

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🔥: how does your muse react to high levels of stress?

Dimetre went silent, a tense buzz in the air making the situation uncomfortable. His face fell and his gaze went far away almost as if he had lost himself and was no longer there. When recognition returned to his countenance he took a deep breath in and slowly let it out, “Not well.”

🔫: does your muse know how to use a gun?

He kind of shrugged, not looking entirely confident in himself. “Sort of? Guns aren’t something I like to have in my possession or around me at any time. Their implications make me a bit too nervous.”

🚬: does your muse smoke?

“Oh, oh no.” He shook his head, “I’ve tried to once or twice but it’s absolutely disgusting. Plus, even if I wanted to I couldn’t since I have puppies and secondhand smoke is a killer.”