"Oho, what do we have here?" As Lucas approaches, both the hooligan and Jonathan have expressions mixed with both confusion and surprise. The older teen starts to straighten up, however, before he has a chance to start acting like a tough guy Lucas has already reached out for the duffel bag. "Good good, I was just thinking I could use some fun. Thanks."
Without any pomp and circumstance, Lucas simply grabs the straps of the duffel bag and turns back around to leave the way he came. Both teens are shocked at this brazen behavior, frozen in place for a few moments. Once the would-be-vandal fully realizes the situation, he goes to catch up to Lucas.
"Fuck you, give that back." Spitting this out, he gets cut off by Lucas suddenly spinning around and swinging the duffel bag at him. His eyes widen as far as they can in the brief moment before impact. Lucas has a shit-eating grin on his face, reaching up with his left arm to cover his face with his elbow just in time.
With a sudden violent hiss, the duffel bag explodes from the force of all the aerosol cans bursting near-simultaneously. Both people involved are thrown away from the explosion, however, the hooligan also gets the additional pleasure of the force of momentum from Lucas's swing as well, causing him to move diagonally away instead of in a straight line out. Thankfully, the duffel bag was made of a fairly sturdy material, so it mitigated a significant portion of the force released.
The immediate area is instantly misted with a sudden wet rainbow-colored firework, covering the forward-facing sides of both people involved, leaving a clear outline on the ground behind them where their bodies blocked the instantaneous detonation of paint.
Since Lucas was mostly prepared for the sudden burst he only staggered back a few steps and was briefly winded. He successfully blocked his eyes, nose, and mouth, however, the right side of his face did not escape the surprise assault of modern art.
On the other hand, the hooligan was much less fortunate. He is knocked on his ass a few feet out, eyes tearing up with burning pain. The only small blessing is the physical impact from the bag started forcing him to exhale as the paint covered him, so at least only his outsides are coated in paint. To say he is winded would be a bit of an understatement. But hey, at least he's alive, that's an accomplishment when facing Lucas's strength, really.
[…Congratulations on completing your minor GDV task for a total reward of .11 GDV. While you technically disarmed him, I'm not entirely sure how you got full credit since you vandalized the area in his place. Boss System certainly seems to have double standards.]
'Hah! You said it too!'
"That… Was… FUCKING SICK!" Having regained his breath, Lucas can't help celebrating his accomplishments. Casually releasing the straps from the late duffel bag, like that litter would make any difference at this point, he staggers a few steps over to lean against a nearby wall. He erupts with jovial laughter, which doesn't help with leveling out his breathing.
Still in his original position facing into the alley, Jonathan stays silently in place with wide eyes for a few moments more. Taking a longer time to process what just happened than the time it took to occur, his face slowly breaks into as huge of a grin as Lucas has.
"That was crazy! Holy shit! Wait, are you okay?" Finally giving a vocal response, Jonathan heads over to check on Lucas, who turns to face him. "...BWAHAHA LOOK AT YOUR FACE!"
Lucas bursts out uncontrollably laughing again upon seeing Jonathan's reaction. Once he calms down a bit he pulls off his hoodie to mostly wipe clean his head and hands with its inner lining before they dry off too much. He simply puts it back on when he's done since his clothes are already covered in paint anyway.
The overlooked hooligan mostly has control over his breathing by now, although he hasn't bothered getting up off the ground yet. Heavily irritated by the paint, his eyes are tearing up so much that there are now clean streaks in the paint running down his face. Peeling off his vibrantly colored denim jacket, he also pulls off his tank to try and wipe his face off with the back of it.
"Fuck…" The unsuccessful vandal starts to raise his voice and immediately coughs a few times. "Fuck you asshole!"
"Yeah yeah, fuck me. If I catch you about to do something like that again, I won't be as nice next time, heheh." Satisfied with his results, Lucas leaves to continue back in the direction of the subway with an energetic Jonathan in tow.
Once they're a bit of a distance away from the alleyway, Jonathan can't help speaking up after glancing at Lucas a few times.
"Um, while I have a bunch of questions I p-probably shouldn't ask… I still, um, how did you know..? No, never mind. Uh, anyway, you still want to go to the store... Like that? Not that I mind… It's pretty funny." Jonathan can't help the smile on his face as he keeps suppressing his laughter at the riot of smudged streaks of color still left on Lucas's hair and face.
"Eh, whether I go back now or later it'll be just as hard to clean anywho. Figure there's not much point in wasting the time walking back just to go out again. Besides, if anyone tries to mess with me, I'll just mess up their face!" Lucas cracks another grin while saying this, after he's done with his declaration he rolls up the right sleeve of his hoodie and flexes his arm, doing a perfect 'Rosie the Riveter' pose. Not that anyone other than him catches the reference.
[Ah, intentionally working on your public image I see. A very… Creative approach.]
'Eheh, might as well right? Man, I can't get over how awesome that was. ...I'm fucking high off the fumes aren't I?'
[Ahem, a bit.]
Lowering his sleeve, Lucas continues towards the subway station while outwardly seeming to be randomly chuckling to himself, an amused and slightly confused Jonathan dutifully following half of a step behind him to his left.
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Lucas kills this chapter: 0
Lucas total kills: 4
Lucas deaths this chapter: 0
Lucas total deaths: 4
Lucas current GDV: 4.33 (+.1 +.01 = +.11 net change)
Jonathan current GDV: .64
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Little character theater:
Jonathan, vibrating with excitement: That was so cool!
Lucas, smug AF: Hehehe, even better than I hoped.
427, incredibly confused: [No but really, how did you get full credit? I don't…]
(Windows error tone) SYS427.exe has stopped responding. [OK]
Author, rebooting 427: Try not to think about it too much, 427.
Having made it to the subway station in a trip that could largely be considered uneventful by local standards, Lucas and Jonathan are waiting a bit behind the big yellow line indicating a safe waiting distance. Lucas had certainly gotten some odd looks on the way here, but a bright smile was consistently sufficient to have them turn away.Starting from the top of the stairs, all the way through the turnstiles and down to the tracks themselves, every available surface is so densely covered in layered graffiti that the original tile color is unknown. Not even the ceiling was spared, somehow, which is now holding Lucas's undivided attention. Well, not quite undivided, it's too much of a challenge to ignore the smell.'Seriously though, how did they get up there? Some supe did it right? I'd say it's a waste, but I can't reall
With one final loud screeching of protestation from its brakes, the subway train comes to a complete stop. Once the doors slowly open, a few scattered groups of people enter and exit the various train cars. The door that Lucas and Jonathan are waiting near has a trio of people walk out, one of them elbowing Lucas on the way past.Not even acknowledging them, he takes a deep breath to calm himself. Instead of achieving nirvana, he ends up further tied to the plights of mortality by the pungent bouquet emanating from the foul remnants of human selfishness and indifference.Recovering from his existential-crisis-triggered coughing fit, Lucas turns towards Jonathan, who seems to have a final exam's worth of questions written on his face while staring at him."Ahem. Ah yes,
The rest of their journey through the subway system is largely uneventful. Jonathan merrily amuses himself, Lucas is awkwardly trying to make heads and tails of recent events, and the physical manifestation of chemically enhanced depression continues his noisy slumber.Disembarking at the station that Lucas is pretty sure is closest to MF Fashion Boutique, the adventures of unemployment man continues on the journey alone. Someone that was going to enter that particular train car heard him from outside the door and simply went elsewhere.As Lucas looks around the area he can't help but comment."Oh, by comparison, this platform is lacking in both art and aroma. Truly a pity.""R-rather than lacking, I'd
Eventually, Lucas manages to compose himself. Before exiting the alley, however, he turns to face Jonathan with a grin."Hey, wanna find out if you're faster than an explosion?" As he says this, Lucas shakes the two cans of spray paint in front of Jonathan.Initially, Jonathan's expression is faintly confused. Before long though, he ends up with an even larger grin."Oh! Oh! What do you have in mind?" As he asks this, Jonathan initiates overly-energetic mode, his desire for mischief self-evident. He's nearly prancing in place, distinctly reminiscent of a dog that just got asked if it wants to go out for a walk.Stifling a laugh at Jonathan's enthusiasm, Lucas goes back into the alley and holds both spray cans ou
Having recently arrived at a major four-way intersection, Lucas and Jonathan stare up at the massive building diagonally across from them. Multi-tiered stone steps lead up to a corner entrance, its double-wide glass doors are held open with large free-standing signs with the store's current promotional information on them. Above the broad entryway is a sign with "MF Fashion Boutique" written in a large and elegant font.The outer walls are completely transparent, the floor-to-ceiling windows showing that every floor has a double-height ceiling. The first six floors display a mix of tables and myriad racks on racks of merchandise, with the occasional male mannequin or other such promotional displays. Beyond these six floors, the remaining ones still have a few promotional displays, however, there are walls covered in posters and tapestries blocking off further sight inside behind the
As Jonathan diligently takes inventory of every single style of clothing on the first floor, Lucas is slowly being buried under a mountain of fabric. Not that he has been putting up any resistance, if anything he keeps verbally directing Jonathan to grab more things in his size as well. While he is unaffected by the weight of what he is carrying, he feels tired from watching Jonathan zipping back and forth.[...Are you two planning on buying the entire store?]'Pfft, look how excited he is. Besides, we both should probably have several changes of clothes left at each of the apartments we get tomorrow anyway, so no harm in getting a bit extra. A lot extra. This really is a lot, isn't it?'[Just how do you plan on getting it all home?]
While the mighty cloth mountain, as sung in legend, was once the tallest point at the checkout counter, it has been trounced by the glorious shoe tower. Insignificant before its regal splendor, Jonathan has to hand the shoebox he bears to Mind Flare to add to its majestic parapets.[Oh dear. You probably won't make it to the grocery store tonight at this rate. Is there anything you're in the mood for, I'll start researching restaurants in the area for you in advance?]'Uhh... Not really. Apart from being rude, I'm worried if I ask Jonathan right now, we'll end up with a third joining us. And making the plans for us. Whew. At least hearing Jon's version of the exploding duffel bag incident was pretty funny. I guess MF is a bit... Lonely?'[Probably, on multiple
No longer being supported by telekinesis, the rack of merchandise heavily crashes back onto the ground. Surprisingly, only a single shirt slips off of its hanger onto the ground, otherwise, all of the remaining merchandise stays more or less in place.Mind Flare sighs heavily, every ounce of his body language expressing how absolutely done he is. Pulling a handkerchief out from one of his suit jacket's pockets, he carefully dabs some of the blood off of his face, taking care not to smudge his makeup. After doing this, he wipes his hands off a bit as well, dropping the handkerchief onto the soiled floor once he's done. Then, he raises his right hand to blow out two short whistles using his thumb and index finger.With far less care than Mind Flare had used, Lucas pulls his hoodie off to wipe his hands and face on the inside of