vatheon | I'm gonna rob some banks, only got 20 dollars in my pocket

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I'm gonna rob some banks, only got 20 dollars in my pocket

Who: Bro, Dirk, and any heroes of Vatheon who come across them
When: Throughout the day Saturday
Where: "hero cafe" to start, then around Vatheon
Style: brackets to start
Status: First option closed for Dirk and Bro. Others are open!

[Those familiar with Dirk Strider this week might know that he isn't fond of wearing shades, but today he's wearing a hard-to-miss pair everywhere he goes. The shades mask his expression, but there's more to it than that. His movements are jerky and sudden, as though he's being pulled around by little strings. He strides through the streets of Vatheon with none of his usual casual air. He's on a mission, and he has no time for anyone who gets in his way.

That mission is taking him toward one of the banks that litter the city, then into it. As he shoves his way in through the doors, he pulls out a gun, and points it at the patrons.]

This is a heist. Put your hands up, and give over your money.

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[Dirk has spent a lot of his time this week at the cafe where heroes usually congregate. Why? Well, mostly because why not. It's a good way to see who's going around protecting the city these days, and a good way to gather intel and make connections. He doesn't need to stay holed up in his room in order to work on his SFC.

Today, he's seated off in a corner, facing away from the door and apparently zoning out, paying no attention whatsoever to the people coming in and out. Sneaking up on him right now would be easy.]

[Equius is standing in line at the bank, patiently waiting to make a deposit that his father sent him out to do, when he recognizes his friend entering from across the lobby. Well... his sort of friend. That one very confusing guy that he talks to sometimes and that may or may not want his number. Who is walking in a very strange, unnatural way and really doesn't look like himself right now.]

Kamina?

Edited 2013-07-20 17:21 (UTC)

[Even if Dirk had been facing the door, there's a good chance he would've missed the man entering the cafe. He's dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants, a grey baseball cap hiding locks of messy blonde hair. It's quite a difference from his usual attire; a neat black suit. The sunglasses on his face are a different style as well. While they're usually rather flashy, today he's wearing a very sleek and subtle design.

While the Puppet Master first had his doubts about working with the other villains, he did get something very worthwhile out of it. Using Medica's resources, he managed to whip up a very special invention. His latest masterpiece, he might say. He knows exactly who to use it on, too.

Silently, he strides over to Dirk's table to get behind him.]

[Dirk still isn't aware of anyone approaching him, let alone Bro. It's probably his habit of multitasking coming back to bite him in the ass. But his coffee cup is now empty, and that means it's time to throw it away and head out, so he pushes his chair back, intending to head toward the door.

Bro had better move fast if he wants to keep the element of surprise.]

[Dirk's expression doesn't change when he turns to look at Equius. If anything, he just looks annoyed. And his gun has followed his eyes.]

Shut the fuck up. What part of "I'm robbing you" makes you think you should talk?

[Oh no you don't.

Just as Dirk tries to get up, Bro takes his last few steps and places both hands on his shoulders to push him back down none-too-gently. He's keeping those hands there as he leans forward to hiss in Dirk's ear with a calm but threatening tone.]

If you try anything funny or make a fuss, you can say bye bye to the international conference building and anything in a two mile radius. Just in case you're unaware, I can give the command to detonate before you even lay a finger on me.

[This is a bluff. He never got around to rigging explosives with how busy he's been this past week, but hey, Dirk doesn't know that. What Dirk should know is that Bro doesn't care shit about the people in that building. If there is indeed a bomb, he'll set it off without even a hint of regret.]

[Unexpected contact from people he doesn't know is one of Dirk's greatest irritation. Normally, his reaction would be to shove the offender away and tell them to fuck off, no matter what they came for.

He would have done that, except for that voice in his ear. It's been so long since he heard it, but that voice is one he'll never forget, and not only because it sounds so much like his own. He goes stiff.

Dirk's mind is racing. Can he manage to send off a message before Bro notices? No, he doesn't have his SFC in his hand. Even if reaching for it weren't noticeable, he'd still have to log in before he could send the message.

He doesn't know what Bro's really done to that building, but he can't afford sudden movements right now. He keeps his eyes ahead as he speaks, his voice quiet but simmering with anger.]

And how, exactly, can you do that?

[Yes, good boy. Actually listening to Bro for once. It's amazing how far homidical threats can get you in terms of disciplining clones, but this is only the first step of his plan.]

Do you even have to ask? This is me you're talking to. I don't even have to press a button. I just have to think it. [His fingers squeeze into Dirk's shoulders to the point where it should get painful. It's a warning.]

Keep your hands where I can see 'm, or I just might consider the notion a bit too strongly.

[Dirk flinches when Bro's hands dig into his shoulders, but he can't pull away and he knows it. He just grits his teeth and bears it.

His hands he leaves on the table in front of him, but curled into fists. He wishes he could turn it into a fight, and he's sure Bro knows it. Why did Bro even come looking for him? Whatever the reason, he's sure that he won't like it. He does have a good idea of how- he hasn't exactly been hiding his presence in the city, and he's cursing himself for not taking more precautions now.]

Mind doing a villain spiel so I know why the hell you're bothering?

[Man, so rude! Equius isn't wearing his armor right now, but he's still at that age where he thinks youth makes him invulnerable, so he clenches his fists and glowers.]

Come on, do you really have to talk to me like that? If you need some cash I've got some.

[Someone is in denial that his sort of friend might have gone villain on him.]

[The gun is trained on Equius now.]

You're hilarious. [Deadpan.]

[He notices those fists. Hell, he can't entirely blame Dirk for that reaction. If he were the one in that situation, he'd be doing the same thing. That's what makes it oh so ironic. It's a shame things turned out the way they did with how similar they still are.

But that's all about to change.]

Shame on you for jumping to conclusions like that. I came to close this awful rift between you and me.

[If anything, Dirk tenses more when he hears that.]

Cart yourself off to jail and we'll talk.

[It's not the wisest thing to say, when Bro's holding an entire building full of people hostage. But he made his mind up when he left that he was never going to do anything like what the Puppet Master does.]

Jail? Really, Dirk. What will become of my vast puppet family if I'm not there to provide for them? [And, you know, Rose. But clearly the puppets are more important. Rose can take care of herself.]

At the very least, I could rest easy knowing you took my brother off my hands.

[Yes, he blames Dirk for what happened. He refuses to believe the fault of Davesprite leaving lies with him. There's no way his little bro would turn his back on him just like that. Especially after everything he did to save Dave. It makes sense for his own clone to manipulate Davesprite. If the Puppet Master's a control freak, then so is Dirk.]

[He wants to move and glare at Bro, but he can't do that. Instead, he makes a contemptuous little scoff at the accusation.]

He took himself. Unlike you, I don't have to threaten to blow up buildings to keep people close to me.

[This isn't a wise decision. But he's never been good about rational, when it comes to talking to Bro directly. That's one of the reasons he left.]

[Equius is almost stupidly unafraid of that gun, and takes a step forward, one hand out.]

Give me the gun, Kamina. I'll go buy us some coffee and we can sort this out, but I need the gun first.

[Sick burn, bro. Except it's not sick and it's not a burn.]

Yeah yeah, I'm sure you have your own ways. That ain't the point. [One of his hands releases Dirk's shoulder so he can reach into his chest pocket. The next second, he places a pair of shades on the table in front of them. It's an eerily familiar design.]

I brought you a peace offering. My way of saying we're not so different.

[Dirk doesn't take a step, forward or back. He just smirks.]

This is just precious. You actually think you know jack shit about me.

[When he recognizes the shape of them, Dirk's hands twitch. Away from the shades or toward them, it's not clear, because he doesn't let himself finish the gesture. His voice, when he speaks, is uncertain.]

If you really wanted a peace offering, you might have started off with not threatening a ton of people.

But it got your attention, didn't it? [It's followed by a short, breathy chuckle. What makes it funny is the lack of an actual bomb. So gullible, Dirk. It must be the blissful ignorance of youth.]

So here's my proposal. You put that thing on and everybody gets to live.

[Bro is crazy enough to do it, in his opinion. Which makes it too dangerous to refuse. He doesn't want to, he sure as hell doesn't. The fact that Bro's insisting might just be trolling, but it leaves Dirk with a bad feeling.

He doesn't know enough here- he doesn't know anything. He has way too few options left. He picks up the shades, carefully, in his hands, but hesitates to put them on. Whatever he's getting himself into here, he knows it's not going to be good.]

[Equius stops moving forward, but he doesn't drop his hand.]

I know you like coffee. I know you think trolling people is hilarious. I know you don't usually wear glasses like that.

[That moment of hesitation is priceless in Bro's eyes. Priceless and pointless. There's nobody around to save Dirk from this fate. The shades will make things right again. His clone will see things eye to eye with him, like he's supposed to. He'll be a good kid and take his rightful place in the Puppet Master's army. Bro will make sure of that.]

Don't worry, it won't bite. Hell, it won't even hurt.

And you know jack shit about the Puppet Master.

[A boast? Certainly. But it just might be a hint, too.]

[The shades will make everything go wrong, but there's nothing he can do to stop it.

He could make some dumbass dramatic speech about Bro being stopped eventually, but what's the point? He only hopes that Davesprite notices that he's gone. Or maybe Bronze Flame will suspect something's up. Unless Bro really fucks up- which he probably won't, Dirk knows himself and he knows Bro- he's not going to get out of it on his own.]

Fuck you.

[Then he puts the glasses on.]

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if Dirk shoots him, please aim for the shoulder

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hopefully it won't get to shooting, but that'll happen if it does!

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thanks!

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