Post by Renekin Skywalker on Sept 14, 2010 14:02:05 GMT -5
It took Howl and Speedmetal some time to find the gunfight – the buildings were creating misleading echoes. However, when they did get there, they found it was already all over. As the new would report later in the week, the police had foiled a bank robbery and a gunfight had ensued, which the police quickly put down. The media won’t say, however, that the police were helped by a new homeless superhero, The Magnificent Johnson (yes, the same one that helped the Caveliers). His status with the city as a hero was as unknown as his status as a human being, which, when added that he made poor photo ops, kept him off the radar.
Howl could see the Magnificent Johnson (who was obviously homeless, by the way he looked) getting thanked by the police and then heading on his way.
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Oct 19, 2010 8:11:17 GMT -5
"I don't need a disguise." MJ said (three MJs on the board! Wowee!). "I'm a Cavelier. I get a paychecque and they'll find me a home!" He looked very proud, having found a new lease on life. "Lucky I did, too. I don't have much time left, anyways. But I'll put it to use."
"Are you a Cavelier?" He asked, noting Howl looked less like your average Joe. Speedmetal, notably, was absent.
"No, I'm new here. My friend..." Howl looks back for Speedmetal and notices that he's gone. "Well, my friend was going to help me get situated. But he seems to have disappeared. You get paid and you get a home? That's pretty incredible. What do you have to do for it?" Howl has his arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked.
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Nov 2, 2010 20:18:11 GMT -5
"You gotta be better than a cop." MJ said, confidently. "They don't like rogues, you know, like guys that don't want to follow the cops' rules." He looked happy to have those rules to follow. "But, you gotta be more than a tool if you want to get the street cred."
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Nov 16, 2010 9:36:15 GMT -5
"Fell into the wrong crowd." MJ answered, bluntly. "It's the cost of my powers. So, I intend to make some of that back and get a good headstone in the process. What else can I do?"
For information... it's Thursday evening... Somewhere, a cop car drove by, followed by another, and another, and then a whole SWAT team and armoured paddy wagon, and a SCRET paddy wagon and then other cop cars.
"Must be off to something." MJ said.
"Johnson." A cop said. "Can you take yourself and your friend and do a walk-around. We have reports of the Iron Brigade up to something in the nicer neighbourhoods. And something's going off on the general frequencies about rounding up something called bio-zombies."
If possible, Johnson looked paler. "Oh." was he said.