Not Good... (Open)

[Faust]

There wasn't any time for introductions. Roy Onell had spotted evil being perpetrated right here in Traverse Town. A small creature had been spotted stealing little items and stuffing them into a nearly bottomless sack. Rushing off to his home, he looked around shiftily before entering. "This looks like the perfect time to test out my brand-new armor. This also looks like a job for..."

He opened the chest. Where was his armor? Where was anything? He padded around the bottom of the box, as though he thought the armor merely invisible. "Not good, not good, not good! Without that armor, I can't..."

He was suddenly aware of a crashing noise. He looked up, and saw a strange little creature, almost like a monkey or a really tiny man, stuffing his silverware into a bag. It looked up with glowing yellow eyes, turned his head a little, and then leapt out of the window on to the next house.

"You gotta be kidding!" Barely stopping to pick up the old saber, Roy took off after it in pursuit. "Crud, stop that whatever it is!"

[Dante]

It was a perfectly, semi-silent night in Traverse Town. Wind was blowing in softly as the feeling of a small flame could be felt from inside the cafe'. There were only a handful of people in the area- a couple, an woman in her twenties, and Shinji- who were enjoying the flame and feeling of the outside. Shinji was sitting there, a medium sized tea in his hand. He hadn't taken a sip at all, so when he was about to, the sound of crashing windows could be heard elsewhere. This made him sit there, dazed and staring at his tea.

He was wearing sunglasses, so one might not notice his tea staring contest. The hero-to-be stood up and sighed, laying down a few munny for the tip. He took a giant gulp and downed the entire glass of tea, wiping his mouth and running for wherever the noise had come from. He flexed his gloved hand, the spikes rising and lowering slightly. When he had finally gotten to his destination, he found shattered glass and saw the shilloutte of a Heartless on the roof of where ever he was.

Shinji heard the sound of a man, sighing once more. Well, it wasn;t this guys' fault for not being able to beat a Heartless. He must've been a normal one, as usual. "Hey! What happened here!?"

[Faust]

Roy stopped, running in place and following the Heartless with his eyes as he tried to explain. "Bag, thief, things stolen. Agh... There was a monster, he stole... some things... that are important to me. Anyone sees them... I mean, um...that is to say..."

He started running after it, trying to explain without seeing if he was being followed. "Not that what he stole was particularly bad, just... um... well I can't lat him get away with it! You get me, right? Somebody stop that thing!"

He loped over obstacles, dodging the occasional passerby as he tried to get to the thief. Of course, if he caught it, he might have trouble explaining the costume to passerby. It might just ruin his secret identity before he could even establish it. But he'd get to that hurdle when he got to it. First he had to get that costume at all costs.

[Dante]

"Uhm... Okay then. Well, better follow." Shinji sprinted forward, not even noticing the passerbys in his speedy actions. His hair scratched his face, the sunglasses giving him that "Get out of the way" look. The hero made an acrobatic wall run move, dodging the many citizens on the ground for about two seconds before falling back to the normal running position. What the man explained to him was sort of vague. Though he was sure that the theif was a Heartless, what he explained sounded like a small kid.

Shinji didn't care to question the many quiddities of today, knowing that anything could happen at any given time. The hero-to-be finally met up with the man, keeping up to speed with him. The guy was pretty fast, but nothing a little Servo action couldn't handle. Unlike most superheroes, he didn't mind what people knew his identity, since most of his enemies were computerized viruses. Changing into Servo at a moment like this would be no problem at all for him. Still, he wondered if being a hero meant that you had to keep an identity secret.

"Hey, let me help you. This thing owes me about thirty munny and a peaceful night as payment for that window breaking." The young man clenched his fist staring at the other guy.

[Faust]

"Um..." Roy nodded and grunted his approval. "Let's see if we can't... get this guy off these roofs first." He clenched his fist. Damn, if only he could fly, he could get to that Heartless no problem. If only he had the common sense to save some Fairy Dust for himself instead of using it all on that stupid armor! Granted, he wanted to keep his powers confined to when he was Captain Heartbreaker, but still it seemed like bad planning on his part!

Resigned, he grabbed a rock from the street and shouted. "I want my stuff back, darn it!" He threw with all his might... but he didn't let go until he was at the end of his swing and the rock merely hit the ground. He chuckled with embarassment as he kept in pursuit. "That... didn't just happen."

[oblivion]

"But it did happen..." came a strange, slightly melodic voice from behind the two. The owner, a figure dressed in a dark purple robe with the hood drawn over the wearer's head to obscure their facial features. He was sitting lotus style behind them, having been attending some kind of venue that sold various trinkets and doodads; none of which seemed to be selling very well despite the insanely low prices.

Weirdlo as he had come to call himself slowly rose to his feet, dusting off his robe before he looked up at the heartless on the rooftop; rays of light from nearby street lamps revealing a quizical young face beneath the hood. He then reached behind his back and drew out a rubber ducky of all things... a simple, rubby ducky that squeaked when you squeezed it. Some would think he was crazy for having one, or if he thought he could knock a heartless down with it but that didn't matter to Weirdlo as he pulled his arm back and threw it straight at the heartless.

It lightly bopped it in the head, dropping harmlessly at it's feet where it stared up at the creature with it's lifeless eyes.

((it will explode when you have the thing move or whatever xD)

[Dante]

Shinji stopped and just stared at the Heartless. Was this guy serious? Did he just stop one of these things with a rubber ducky? This may be one of the craziest things he had ever seen in his life, but hey. Things like this happen everyday, for some odd reason. Well, theh ero rubbed his neck, cracking it before staring at the bag that had landed a bit farther away than the Heartless.

"Don't you want that bag, dude?" The transforming teen took a glance at the man who had ran past him before when he tried to help. He stood there, clenching his fists.

[Faust]

Roy held back a yelp as a rubber ducky sent the little thief flying back. Exploding ducks, bouncing little Heartless things... exploding ducks. If it wasn't for the potentially embarrasing situation waiting in that bag of swag, Roy would have laughed. Of course, realizing belatedly that he was laughing, he quashed it in favor of a more serious demeanor.

"Ehem, mmm... Thanks a lot for..." He turned towards the purple robe. "Urk...Um, thanks for the... rubber...duck...grenade thing. Really... hnnh... got him with that." He squinted, choking back giggles as he looked up at the bag hanging off from the gutter. Hopping up, he reached out, landing and leaping again, his hand waving frantically and snatching at air.

Looking at the young man who had been following him, he smiled like someone embarrased to impose. "Would you be so kind as to give me a hand? Afraid I can't fly to get to it." At least not yet.

[oblivion]

"You are welcome most." Weirdlo replied with a bow, both pleased and dissappointed in his handi work. He had intended on the heartless to fly away, with the bag landing at their feet, but one outta two wasn't a bad average. Weirdlo stared up at the bag thoughtful for a moment when he suddenly hatched an idea. He pulled out a comicly large bazooka out from behind his back and aimed it in the opposite direction of the bag, making sure to aim toward the ground. He had seen this in a video game.

Pulling the trigger, he fired a cow and jumped back and up with the recoil so that it sent his body flying up toward the bag. The cow meanwhile, mooed dazed and confused as it stumbled around arkwardly. Weirdlo missed his mark by a few inches, flailing his arms about until he managed to latch his fingers on the gutter. "Flying? No problem." Weirdlo commented as he breifly wondered where his cow cannon went as he inched toward the bag. Reaching toward it with one hand, he could feel the gutter creak beneath his other hand and knew it was inevitable. Grabbing the strap of the bag, he managed to knock it down toward Roy just as the gutter finally gave way to his weight and... collapsed thus releasing water and leaves that were trapped in it with Weirdlo at the bottom.