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[Open + 1 Closed] Insomniac turtle, what crimes will he commit
Who: Leonardo Hamato ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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What: Mutant menace loose in Michigan
When: January, post-age swap, mostly at night
Where: Around Central City
Content Warnings: mentions of crime?
A: Training Time
[Leo has two katana now, but his powers haven't stabilized yet. Not really a surprise, since the new sword isn't really a twin of the old one. Still, it hasn't stopped him from trying to get it working.
He can be found many nights throughout the last half of January up on the roof of the Diadem, or any flat roofs of surrounding buildings, going through sword katas and then trying to get his powers to work.
Perhaps you catch him as he throws one of the swords across the roof (thankfully he has so far managed to not throw it off the roof), then disappear in a spark of blue electricity...
...only to crash down halfway from where he was trying to go.
Or maybe you catch him with a blue, shimmering portal only big enough for a hand open in front of him, while he mutters disappointedly.]
Come on, get bigger!
[Either way, he doesn't seem to be getting anywhere.]
B: A Little Vigilantism Never Hurt Anyone
[Of course, he can only train for so long without getting bored, and the natural consequence of being awake at night a lot is that he happens to see some of the shadier activity that happens in Central City's alleys under the cover of darkness.
Anything that looks like organized crime he doesn't get involved with, but petty thieves? Pickpockets? Muggers? That's something he can handle.
Speaking of...
Perhaps you are the one being mugged, or perhaps you are just an innocent bystander - either way, the eagle-eyed observer may just notice the flash of white eyes in the darkness before a suspiciously green teen appears and clocks the mugger cold with the handle of a katana.]
What can I say? I'm a real knockout.
C: Salt and Pepper Diner
[He's not always out in the middle of the night, though - sometimes he's out at a more reasonable 8 or 9 PM. And one of the places he likes to go is a diner Six showed him that is more friendly to Metas; it's not quite the same as going to Run of the Mill in terms of "fitting in," but at least no one gives him actively hostile looks if he puts his hood down.
Just going in and quietly eating his pizza isn't really his style, though, and Leo can't help but get up to a little mischief.
Like what he's doing right now: queuing up six plays of What's New Pussycat? in the diner's jukebox.
After that, who knows? The night is still young!]
Closed for Huvrye
[Spending so much time in the Diadem, Leo has gotten to know a bit about the habits of his fellow universally misplaced neighbors. Specifically to this instance, he has learned that Huvrye likes to order a lot of delivery - and by the smell of it, tonight he has ordered pizza.
He must be in his room, but Leo isn't trying to be quiet or subtle when he walks up to intercept the delivery guy on his way, holding up a hand to hale him.]
Delivery for Huvrye Tirvio? I got it!
[The name is unique enough that it looks like the underpaid delivery man will not ask questions. He holds the box out and Leo goes to take it.]
faceguy and YOUWhat: Mutant menace loose in Michigan
When: January, post-age swap, mostly at night
Where: Around Central City
Content Warnings: mentions of crime?
A: Training Time
[Leo has two katana now, but his powers haven't stabilized yet. Not really a surprise, since the new sword isn't really a twin of the old one. Still, it hasn't stopped him from trying to get it working.
He can be found many nights throughout the last half of January up on the roof of the Diadem, or any flat roofs of surrounding buildings, going through sword katas and then trying to get his powers to work.
Perhaps you catch him as he throws one of the swords across the roof (thankfully he has so far managed to not throw it off the roof), then disappear in a spark of blue electricity...
...only to crash down halfway from where he was trying to go.
Or maybe you catch him with a blue, shimmering portal only big enough for a hand open in front of him, while he mutters disappointedly.]
Come on, get bigger!
[Either way, he doesn't seem to be getting anywhere.]
B: A Little Vigilantism Never Hurt Anyone
[Of course, he can only train for so long without getting bored, and the natural consequence of being awake at night a lot is that he happens to see some of the shadier activity that happens in Central City's alleys under the cover of darkness.
Anything that looks like organized crime he doesn't get involved with, but petty thieves? Pickpockets? Muggers? That's something he can handle.
Speaking of...
Perhaps you are the one being mugged, or perhaps you are just an innocent bystander - either way, the eagle-eyed observer may just notice the flash of white eyes in the darkness before a suspiciously green teen appears and clocks the mugger cold with the handle of a katana.]
What can I say? I'm a real knockout.
C: Salt and Pepper Diner
[He's not always out in the middle of the night, though - sometimes he's out at a more reasonable 8 or 9 PM. And one of the places he likes to go is a diner Six showed him that is more friendly to Metas; it's not quite the same as going to Run of the Mill in terms of "fitting in," but at least no one gives him actively hostile looks if he puts his hood down.
Just going in and quietly eating his pizza isn't really his style, though, and Leo can't help but get up to a little mischief.
Like what he's doing right now: queuing up six plays of What's New Pussycat? in the diner's jukebox.
After that, who knows? The night is still young!]
Closed for Huvrye
[Spending so much time in the Diadem, Leo has gotten to know a bit about the habits of his fellow universally misplaced neighbors. Specifically to this instance, he has learned that Huvrye likes to order a lot of delivery - and by the smell of it, tonight he has ordered pizza.
He must be in his room, but Leo isn't trying to be quiet or subtle when he walks up to intercept the delivery guy on his way, holding up a hand to hale him.]
Delivery for Huvrye Tirvio? I got it!
[The name is unique enough that it looks like the underpaid delivery man will not ask questions. He holds the box out and Leo goes to take it.]
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[The sigh of relief at "It's not Unusual" is palpable. The tension in the room dissipates. Sure, it's more Tom Jones but people are probably chalking it up to some kind of weird glitch or someone doing it by accident.]
[Crisis averted, the music is moving on.]
[And then...]
[BWAM WAM! "WHAT'S NEW PUSSY CAT!!!"]
[The man who had been clenching his teeth slams his fists on the table and shouts "Goddammit!"]
[Kon's shoulders shake a little but he manages to hold it in.]
[The annoyance builds again. Through a few more What's New Pussycats. Someone talks to the hostess, pointing at the jukebox, but the hostess looks like she's trying not to laugh. (Anything amusing breaking up a workday isn't always unwelcome, after all. And for once it's not just staff annoyed by repetitive bad music.)]
[Finally the barrage of Tom Jones is over, the music moves on.]
[Everyone looks relieved.]
[...Until they realize what the new song is - one commonly held up as one of the worst songs ever made. Everyone looks about ready to leave by "I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it. And I'll never have that recipe agaaaain!" The customer talking to the hostess finally talks the hostess into just pulling the plug.]
[Kon's voice is quiet but amused.]
If I were you I'd escape before anyone picks up that the kid who only ordered a drink might be the guy who did that. They'd probably arrest you for a war crime because I'm pretty sure that violated the Geneva conventions.
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At the guy's whisper, he grins, leaning back just enough so he can be heard without raising his voice.]
Hey, I always try to go above and beyond.
[But more than one person is looking now, so he may have a point. Leo puts down money to cover the drink and the tip, then slides out of his booth.]
Time to dip.
[Someone says, "Hey kid!" but Leo doesn't stop, exiting the diner at top speed.
Once outside, he takes a calculated jump and gets up onto the diner's eave - which he hangs off of to tap the glass on the window outside the helpful stranger's booth.
If he looks, he'll get a thumbs up.]
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[He holds up one finger signaling to give him a minute. He manages to get the last of his pie down in two bites. He'd already gotten the check the last time the waitress went bye so he goes and pays at the register.]
[Then he walks outside and looks up.]
Thanks for that. Spent all day getting tormented by customers at my job at the Weenie Hut so it felt nice torturing some back.
[It was a little petty but utterly harmless.]
[Because oh how the mighty had fallen. He'd gone from dying to save the world to wearing a hat with a hot dog on it and getting reamed out for things like a hot dog having to much relish after they'd been asked to add extra.]
[Kon is perfectly fine with taking on an unpleasant job but there was a quiet dignity in the kind of unpleasantness you deal with as a farmer. But there just isn't any dignity to be had in a job where you have to wear a hot dog as clothing.]
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I live to entertain.
[Even if not everyone appreciates his brand of "entertainment," he's always glad to find someone who does.]
You had some great ideas, though. Thanks for the help.
[He hangs further off the ledge so he can extend a three-fingered hand.]
I'm Leo.
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[Kon shakes his hand. Unlike some residents of this world, who can be more likely to be uncomfortable with those who look visibly like metas, he seems utterly unphased when shaking his hand.]
I'm Bolt. Bolt Diesel.
[The least fake of names, but he at least drops it very casually.]
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Leo snorts, then wonders if that was rude. It's not like he hasn't met some other guys that have taken on really strange names for themselves. Unless he was really unfortunate enough to be given that name at birth.]
Nice to meet ya, Bolt Diesel. [He will also say it casually.] You seem more chill than most humans I've met with, uh... [He waves a hand at himself.] This whole situation.