Ark 25/Episode 67: Homebound: Los Angeles

Brand New Day
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt-14qFri_E&index=27&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkGIvnkPjuzjEbsd-FMC8T9 )it was dark. Actually it was about mid day, probably 20 minutes until one o clock, but still the reason being it was dark, was because Kevin had his eyelids closed shut in his bed. Yes his own bed. Working part time for Heroes Inc wasn’t such a bad thing. Even though he completely defied any and every rule they had as opposed to them telling him how to do his job, he paid it no attention really. That 800$ check every two weeks was a hard thing to pass up, especially if he still got to do what he loved. Kevin eventually let his eyes creek open. Looking around the apartment room he could see his clothes on the floor, and another set beside them that didn’t belong to him. “Mmf…” Kevin pushing himself up and out of the bed, would’ve brought Ayame into view, who, reluctant to Kevin’s wishes, insisted on sleeping in the same bed as him, calming the couch wasn’t good enough for a lady of her caliber. I mean sure the sex was good, but that was…about it. He’d been living with her for two years now, and while she was a great girl, she was hard to connect with. More notably because she’s the sister of his ex, i.e the one woman who holds more weight in kevin’s world than the maker himself. Sad but true, he can never quite get over. Her sister a close second physically, but not emotionally. No, Kevin chan wasn’t one to settle down anymore, or for long term agreements. Kevin hopped out of bed in the nude, his tail sloshing around freely as he stretched his arms above his head. “Another day, another dollar.”

A quick shower, and some proper hygene later, Kevin would’ve emerged straight form the steaming bathroom, rubbing a towel through his hair. Shaking the rest of the moisture out before whistling through his lips. “Ayame.” He whistled and clapped. “Get up, and straighten up for me. If you could make the bed up for me that’d be great and uh….order some take out. I kind of want some itallian tonight. Unless you’re cooking in which case do what you do homie.” Kevin would’ve opend his close to reveal nothing but what looked like a skin tight black suit. “Oooooh if only the world could get a hold of this beautiful creation. The ultimate lazy man’s outfit.” Kevin would’ve pulled out the black suit, and slipped it’s stretchable fabric over his muscled body. A perfect fit, covering everything on him except his hands and head. That’s when Kevin would’ve closed his eyes appearing in thought before the suit would’ve began to mold and morph itself, actually changing into Kevin’s classic Web Strider outfit.



A New Player In The Game
It’d been two years since Ayame had been forced into Earth and she finally got the hang of using her chi in Earths different atmosphere. The dragon kang royal, after seeing how things were down here with heros found living with Kevin would prove to be useful, helping her get use to being an ‘Earth girl’. Much to Yumis dismay, she demanded she’d be able to stay with her older sisters ex considering she didn’t much like Connor even now she still finds him to be annoyingly cocky. She’d learned a lot during her stay here especially something kevin refered to as ‘casual sex’ which wasn’t exactly unheard of in Dragon kang. Hell that’s all her family ever did was simply find a handful of mates and reproduce though in Earth they didn’t do it for that reason…it was all for pleasure alone and oh boy did she enjoy that part. She’d been crashing with Kevin the last   2 years having fun and shedding the title of ‘princess’ and simply being Ayame. Kevin didn’t treat her like royalty…if anything he didn’t much think all that highly of her. She was just his ex lil sister who he promised to look after but of course he did way more than that. Speaking of the hero, the man shifted in the bed making Ayame do so as well with a slight groan from being disturbed. They’d slept in after a rather late night of hot steamy sex…very very late night considering Kevin would come home at odd hours of the night only to find Ayame in his bed. He was barely there anyway…why let a perfectly good bed go to waste? She’d paid him back by being his house keeper of sorts…which was VERY beneath her to do something like that but she wanted to earn her keep…dragon pride and what not and she wasn’t a half bad cook. She was a quick learner and with Yumi as her teacher she caught on rather well. Hearing Kevin come out the shower, she yawned and turned laying on her back as her breasts were exposed, a leg sticking out over the side of the bed as she lightly drooled. “nnmm…” “Ayame.” Hearing her own name made the grumpy redhead pout in her sleep as she waved him off. “Okay I heard you.” Now turning on her side, the sheets falling off her slender form she hugs Kevins pillow and inhales his scent happily. She wasn’t in love with him but she did care for the man deeply and she knew his feelings would never be returned but a royal such as herself did not have time to be hung up on a simple earthling. No matter how famous or handsome.

After a hard days work, the sun would begin to set and soon…the real fun began with…

Another beautiful night in new California! The evening was oh so young, full of only Calis richest and most elite. Throwing a banquet for “No child left behind” a fund raiser to help   give kids a proper education. It was a fancy feast, a tie and dress kind of party where all the haughtiest of people come to out do the other, flaunting their money at one another and seeing who would be the one to donate the most tonight. Call it a sick game the   wealthy people of new cali liked to play when attending such gatherings. The banquet hall rented for the night was booming with life. Grand crystal chandeliers more than 50 years old hung above polished marble floors kept so clean one could see their own reflection in them! The building was gigantic, enough to fit over a hundred people with tasteful music pouring out old Victorian windows, the walls slathered with old paintings of royals and posh landscape created by world renown artists. The valet outside was busy! A long line of imported cars and American muscle. Bentlys, Benz, Rolls Royce were only a handful of the named brand wheels seen here tonight with their owners handing over their prized cars to the well dressed uniformed boys whom made sure to park well to get a good tip. When the double doors of modern décor are pushed open it exposes the night life, the ball room full of long tables of finger food kept to the side out of the way of the party though no one dared actually eat with their fingers. There was a man built stage at the end of the room with a podium and a microphone a crew was preparing obviously for the mayor to speak on just how much the city had raised for the event. Men from all sorts of different money talked about while their trophy wives or mistresses hung about flaunting their riches and jewels in front of one another with odd topics…it was honestly just a bragging party. Suits and dresses only from well known designers was the strict dress code and a particular family whom at first glance seemed to fit in perfectly with the crowd but the striking beauty in both parents and daughter was almost overwhelming…they seemed a little too perfect. Their posture, the air carried about them and how they looked at you…the husband had a stare that could turn anyone into stone while the wifes dazzling smile could melt a cold mans heart. All a family of platinum blondes, the daughter was the most stunning of them all. Wearing vera wangs tight black dress with an open back and a slit on the side, her arms were covered all the way up until just before her shoulders which were kept bare, exposing them to the world without so much as a care. The young female looked to be about 20 in its best form. Perfectly slender collar bones with dimples above them, a perfect jaw line and sharp cheek bones that further brought out earthy green hues. The 5’ 7” female appeared to have been molded to fit that dress with blonde, almost white hair done up in a purposely messy bun, strands of her bangs hanging around a shapely face. To finish it all off, were the dangerous strappy black stiletto heels and Harry Winston diamond necklace and bracelet adorned on her smooth wrist and creamy neck. She was a thing of beauty…though the alluring out side did not match her current mood…sheer and utter boredom. Taking a slow sip of her champagne, she gave her mother a certain look. “When is this nightmare going to be over…the guest of honor is late, Mr.Bradshaws greedy eldest son keeps eyeing me like a bear hunts a trout and I’m starving.” Mrs.Price, an older version of this beautiful girl named Christina Price simply smiled to her only daughter and gestured. “Why not stop being such a party pooper and dance with someone? You might meet someone worth your while.” As she said this, Christina could not help but to roll her eyes before catching herself, knowing just how unlady like such a gesture could be. The mayor would be making his speech soon, simply waiting on a certain web slinging hero to join the fun.

Meaning to be there much earlier than what he’d had Kevin, for as sharp as he was, was still a very dim witted fellow, forgetting that the banquet wasn’t actually until nighttime. Arriving waaaaay to early, he decided to take care of some patrol through the streets of Los Angles, and some of the things that go on here are pretty bad, but not AS bad as Kasaihana used to be. Yeesh, that place was its’ own personal hell. Though here everything was still pretty casual. Kevin going through, saving his fair share of cats out of trees and old ladys from muggings. Supervillians weren’t really so much of a thing now adays and who could blame them? The inc had been stronger than it’d ever been and not many people want to step up to them. it’s safe to say the threat of massive “crime” was dwindling bit by bit, but evil never sleeps, and neither does kevin during some bouts.

As the day passed however, it became late night. Kevin made one final web swing now seeing the festivities beginning to take place at the rented activity center, and making a stealthy arrival, falling gracefully down from the air he’d land with a squat on the roof, and look around. “Looks like everyone who’s a who has come out to play. “ Kevin would sit himself up taking   a moment to sniff his own breathe, before brushing off his outfit a bit. Scouring the roof to find a ventiliation system he could enter through, cause let’s be honest, what kind of awesome entrance does walking through the front door make? Sneaking his way through the vents, and heading for the area where the most noise was coming from Kevin peaked down to see he’d hit the jackpot hitting the ball room like area and it’s festivities. A loud “CLANG” could be heard as he removed the vent shaft, and using his web lowered himself upside down from the vent itself, waving to everyone as he did, spinning around slowly. Everyone was taken by surprise a bit. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Sorry I’m late, you wouldn’t believe the traffic a web slinger has to go through every now and again.” The crowd gave a laugh. Kevin was accustomed to these types of uppity people. The ruffian in him never much favored them, but alas it’s apart of the job.

The Mayor would’ve finally made his way out onto the ballroom. He was a short fellow with a scruff stash and a top hat. Like the spitting image of the monopoly guy. His wife all be it was taller than him, but he let this stop bothering him a looooooooooong time ago. As he walked in he expected a warm greeting but looking towards the center of the room he could see where all the attention went to. “Strider!” the mayor opened his arms and approached Kevin. Kevin would’ve hopped down, landing in a squat and standing up to shake the mayor’s hand. “Mayor Lary. Pleasure to make your aquantence this evening.” “The pleasure is mine! I’m glad we got you here when we did! Now our sponsors, will definitely be more than willing to donate, and it’ll make Los Angeles look like a lot more than a problem prone town. It’s an honor to have you posted up here.” Kevin put his arms behind his head. “It’s nothing. I had to pick somewhere good to make my comeback. Say uh, you mind if I snag some of the free fancy food here? I’ve been at it all day.” Kevin patted his stomach and the mayor nodded. “Help yourself! Oh but let me address everyone. Ahem.” The mayor cleared his throat and everyone went to listen.

The mayor began to go on about how this was a majorly important event that contributed to not only the betterment of the city but America as a whole. Kevin blanked out through most of this, as he made repeated glances at the food table. When the mayor finally finished, he patted kevin on the back. “Now you may go. I hope you enjoy the finer company.” Kevin nodded, before rubbing his hands together, and letting his tail roam free as he lifted a plate of finger sandwhiches and held them with his tail, while his the toothpicks between each space of his fingers were now covered in small BBQ weenies. Lifting the mask just over his mouth he began to eat. And eat and eat and eat. One of the waiters came over and spoke. “Mr.Strider would you like a drink.” Kevin looked up and while chewing spoke. “Nah I’m good. Don’t wanna drink and swing.”



Parallel to these events.



In parts unknown of the city of Los Angeles, there would’ve been a man walking home. The summer still advent on this night it was warm, but he chose to wear a jacket with a hood. He walked down the street and made his way into an older apartment complex. Walking inside and ascending the steps, he made his way to his was assumed to be his apartment. Stepping inside and shutting the door, he made his way to the computer desktop on the far side and cut on the monitor. The moment he did, he noticed he had an E-mail that was received at least 30 minutes ago. He moved the mouse to click. His green hues scanning the letter ,and its contents. A simple blank momentary stare was all that followed before said man cut off the screen and began to rustle through his closet. Looking for something to wear….

Introductions
Christina began to wonder just how much more of this torture she’d need to endure before a slight noise was picked up by trained ears, green hues lifting up to spot the air vent being tinkered with. Seconds later, Web strider makes his appearance and even says something well humored to get the peoples good graces. She was not amused in the slightest, giving out an interesting smirk though as she pondered on some very un lady like thoughts her mother picked up on almost immediately. “Behave yourself, missy. Your father and I have to mingle with the crowd. PLEASE hold yourself off a little longer…I know the night makes you antsy when you aren’t…out there but try to be good for us.” With that, her parents leave her to cause mischief but she’d keep her word to behave…for now anyway. Her father said nothing to her but gave her a slight nod and a charming smile which she returned before turning to head for the food table…only to pause and see just how crowded it’d become. Brushing loose strands of hair, she gives it an amused expression as people (mostly women of all ages) would surround Web strider for his company, trying to strike up conversation! He was after all a very famous hero and the most interesting person here now. Every other man was now just a dull rich guy and as fun as that was for these gold diggers, there was just something sexy about a man wearing tights and a mask. Of course she shouldn’t make fun…considering her profession. “Get in to any danger lately, Mister strider?” “Oh yes please do tell us of one of your endeavors!” It seems poor strider wouldn’t be given a moments peace as the music once more started up…there were no words, simply instruments playing an upbeat tune as couples would step out on to the marble floors to dance. “Ladies, ladies…please. Let the man breathe. This is probably the most relaxing he’s done all day.” Her words carried in to the crowd, as the group of bodies parted almost immediately to expose where the sensual yet strong voice came from. There she’d stand, in the middle with the spider in sight as she eye’d him momentarily before flashing him a half smile/smirk. A trademark facial trait she obtained from her father…it was on the borderline of ‘trust me’ and ‘I’ll eat you alive’ if such a borderline even existed but for the Price family it did. The women all pouted once Christina joined them as they backed off and she approached the man, one hand on her hip while the other rest on the edge of the table. “Fashionably late, Mister Strider. How….like you. Just how I imagined. The center of attention.” She teased before introducing herself with a more friendly grin. “Christina Price. I take it you were…also forced in to joining this bore of a shindig tonight?” She’d lean in close on purpose while whispering. “I’ll sneak us out the back window, maybe they won’t notice we’re gone.” Pulling back she’d follow with a slight laugh, showing she was merely joking with some light humor.

Kevin continued eating the food, but that’s when…the vultures came. Kevin refered to these people as vultures because they would often swarm around him like he was a freshly killed piece of meat…or were those buzzards? He didn’t much know, and he was waaaay to hungry to care. However as they began to crowd him a bit uncomfortably, Kevin   would’ve slowed his chewing down signfigantly and looked left and right, and here came the questions. “ Get in to any danger lately, Mister strider?” “Uh…no today was actually-“ “Oh yes please do tell us of one of your endeavors!” “Oh well I um.” Kevin would’ve chewed a bit more before staring awkwardly. “I hit stuff…” Kevin’s tail fluttered a bit before a voice broke the crowd. This didn’t mean much except the clearing of the crowd and the appearance of yet another woman…but she stood out. More so than the others. It was the smirk on her face. Kevin didn’t trust it…and he didn’t need his strider sense to tell him that. However…that was also her most memorable feature. “Ladies, ladies…please. Let the man breathe. This is probably the most relaxing he’s done all day.” Kevin would’ve put the tray down with his tail, and wrapped it around his waist, before folding his arms, and speaking, scoffing before hand. “Well someone who understands! Always appreciated.” Kevin would’ve pulled his mask back completely over his face now to continue conversing. “Fashionably late, Mister Strider. How….like you. Just how I imagined. The center of attention.” “As always. Being on time is overrated.” Kevin smiled back. You could see the curl of his lips through his mask. “Christina Price. I take it you were…also forced in to joining this bore of a shindig tonight?” Kevin laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ahhh hahaha. Something like that. It’s really for the kids you know? Being all super like this I can’t always save the day with a three piece combo. Gotta do for the community to.” Kevin nodded confidently. Kevin watched closely as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I’ll sneak us out the back window, maybe they won’t notice we’re gone.” Giving a small laugh, he’d speak in a lowered tone. “You lead and I’ll follow the leader.” Kevin’s tail would’ve been…wiggling slowly. Justifying he was in a good mood as it curled up into   a wavy “S” pattern and continued to do that for a while. “I don’t suppose this place as anything other to do than laugh at wack jokes, and stand around sniffing each other’s dairy airs.” Kevin would’ve been moving, as if to walk past her but stopped, only to lean over far and whisper back. “Unless you were actually trying tooooo go somewhere else? I get the vibe this isn’t exactly your favorite type of crowd either.” Kevin was flirting? Pretty sure he was flirting. He really can’t help himself sometimes, it’s just apart of the Chantastic Mac Daddy charm he sports so well.

<p class="MsoNormal">The man who’d been putting on an outfit earlier would’ve now been standing on the rooftop of his average looking apartment building. His looks hidden before now come in plain view of the moon light night and Neon signs surrounding him. His outfit was black, jet black, and stitched together from the looks of it. He wore a mask and goggles over the eyes, and a black trench coat. He had two gun holsters on each thigh, a belt, and gloves, covered from head to toe in an attire…that looks like something web strider would wear.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The fun part wasn’t her costume but her abilities as an omega gene user with the power of probability field manipulation a genuine ability to cause "bad luck". This power allows her to subliminally affect probability fields, which would cause improbable, though not impossible, events of "bad luck" to occur to enemies within her line of sight. Hence the name..Jinx. Placing her dress inside the black bag, she takes it with her and opens the bathroom window, curling her body along the sill and gazing out on to the night air. It wasn’t too late but no one was about at this time mostly spending it at home or inside the banquet as sharp claws poke out, sinking them in to the building wall to scale herself toward the fire escape and vanishing in to the night…she had work to do.

Work To Do
<p class="MsoNormal">Strider would’ve hoped off of the top of the truck that was transporting him and began swinging again. “Thanks for the lift!!!” he screamed out swinging his way over to what sounded like a car alarm going off. Kevin made his way there, and landed beside the car….once he did he’d seen it. The dead body leaning against the steering wheel and the blood running down the side of the car, pooling underneath it. Kevin’s eyes widened a bit as he took a few steps forward to really look inside of the car and get a better view of just what the hell was going on! In doing this, Kevin would then hear a few cars pull up behind, him with flashing lights. “Oh boy.” The LA policemen would’ve stepped out of their cars, and pointed their guns at Kevin. “Freeze web strider!” Kevin would’ve put his hands straight in the air over his head with a shakey voice. “WHOAAAAAA! LOOK! WROOOONG GUY I PROMISE YOU!” Kevin kept his hands up before a gruffy voice and the pericing smell of cigar smoke broke the air.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright, alright you bunch of lunatics. Clear outta heeere.” The man came through. He had an accent, new Yorkers accent at that. He walked through the crowd and looked back. “Lower your damned weapons, and let the detective handle this one.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">The man approached web strider, taking a hit of his cigar and blowing smoke in the opposite direction. “Web Strider in the flesh eh. Funny, you look a lot smaller in person…are you   a kid?” Kevin replied with a squeaky voice. “No! I mean!” Kevin cleared his throat and spoke. “No of course not. Officer I didn’t- “ “That’s detective. Detective Sandy.” Sandy tossed the cigar on the ground and stomped it out. “Don’t worry. I don’t think you did it….yet.” he stuffed his hands into his trench coat pocket. “Just looking at the scene.” Sandy nodded to the back door. “The back door was forced open. Shut with good strength to make it look like it was never opened. Popped the guy in the back of the head.” Sandy looked over to the front of the windshield. “There’s the bullet in the wall over there. Officer, go collect it and bag it.” One of them slipped on gloves and did just that. “No sign of the murder weapon…” Sandy grabbed the card that matched the symbol on Web Strider’s chest. “This belong to you?” “God no. I don’t have a calling card. But if I did they’d be way more colorful. Probably have some balloons on there, you know?” Sandy stuffed the card into his pocket. “Well strider I’m not going to say you did it. But I’m not going to dismiss you from it either. No offense just doing my job. I like you registered metas. “ Kevin furrowed his brow. He didn’t know what registered mean, but he wasn’t aware of the omega gene act just yet.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Get outta here, before I change my mind.” Sandy spoke. “Well if you need me, I’m around.” Kevin would’ve slung a web THWIP! And yanked himself off of the ground! Swinging a few roof tops away, Kevin would’ve taken a small swing around the city to kind of clear his head a bit and thinking. “It’s a set up. Someone tried to frame me…me! Of all the people in the world! Don’t I do enough for these people???” Kevin continued to swing until something…caught his eye. Someone else was swinging….”Another…web swinger in the city?” Kevin’s strider sense began to go off and as it did, the other mysterious web swinger, who was none other than our friend in black would’ve held onto a web with one hand and in the other he would’ve withdrawn a gun, and began shooting off rounds at Kevin! “!!” Kevin was on full alert, letting go of his web, and cartwheeling his body sideways! The bullets going past him before he sling antoher web but at a hurried pace. “Hey! HEY YOU! I HOPE YOU KNOW MY SHIT IS COPYRIGHTED!” the stranger in black continued to swing forward, and Kevin perused in chase!

<p class="MsoNormal">The night air was refreshingly cool with a slight breeze that did not go unnoticed by Jinx, as white locks were tussled around tilted shoulders as piercing green hues narrowed in to cat like slits as stiletto boots crunched softly under the gravel of the many roofs in new Cali. This one the anti hero picked was built just across the street of a particularly grand shopping building, about 20 stories high in the high end district where only the rich type would spend their afternoons maxing out their almost endless credit cards. With a chilling smile, the alluring woman raises a claw, extending her claws and going in to a sprint! Throwing herself off the 10th story roof, she begins to descend towards the almost empty street before a half an inch wire shoots out from her gloves semi silently, attaching itself to the street light and using the pole to swing herself up high!! Releasing the concrete slab she would once more free fall from the advanced height before pointed edges of the gloves using the magnetic force attached themselves to the building, scaling it within seconds! Using sheer upper body strength and sliding her knees to climb forward until she reached the destined floor, hanging by nothing but her hands as a gust of wind picked up around her hair, taking it out of her line of sight as she purred. “I’ve had my eye on this place for a while…” The black pack was slung over her shoulder as she reached inside and placed a small round machine that stuck to the window, the Jinx pressing some buttons as a laser turned on from the other side and headed straight for the alarm system. Once the light connected, she’d emit electronic waves to fritz the alarm and turn it off…though it would only do so for about 20 minutes. Plenty of time to run this place dry. Keeping the machine glued on to the window, she used a nail to make a perfectly shaped medium circle, popping it out as it crashed to the floor…there were no security guards on this level and no cameras to worry about…they were very cocky with the alarm system believing it’d be enough to scare off any thieves. Climbing in through the woman made hole, her flexible body slithers in, practically pouring herself in…until her hips stopped her. She blinks and gazes over her shoulder before giving a slightly offended expression. “Seriously…?” Okay so perhaps she needed to keep in count of her shapely hips but with a little bit of a wiggle she finished crawling in and crawled in on her hands and knees. “That’s better.” The pack now at her side, she stands and makes her way over to the many displays of jewelry inside glass cases, her eyes lighting up with obvious female interest. “Oh me oh my!” She purred out, growing excited at all of the pretty sparklies at her disposal. “Eenie Minnie miny moe…” There were diamonds galore, in the shape of necklaces and bracelets all from Tiffanys…her eyes sparkled in admiration as the diamonds shimmered back at her under the dim lighting. “I’ll come back for you I promise.” She tapped on the glass before going right for a painting and lowering it with ease, giving a sultry smirk at the safe hidden behind it. “How cliché.” Licking cherry red lips, she leans her ear on to the cold metal, inspecting the locking mechanism as she turned the dial to and fro, eyes lowering. Off in the distance, trained ears could have picked up on gun shots which were distracting the slight clicking noises of the safe as she made a displeased sound and continued trying, ignoring all outside noises for the moment.

<p class="MsoNormal">The mysterious stranger in black would’ve lowered himself back down onto the ground and literally hit the ground running! "Persistence is ignorant.." he spoke under his breathe as he watched web strider hit the ground as well and the on foot chase begins! The black suit man parkured over trash cans, moving cars, and fences! "STOP! ALL! THAT! RUNNING!" Kevin would've waited until he'd ran across the road and into another alleyway until he seized the opportunity the strike! Kevin leaping up, kicking from wall to wall before pushing off of the ball of his right foot and darting forward, pulling his knees to his chest and launching a fiercesome drop kick to the center of his back! the black coated man was sent flying forward thanks to Kevin's massive amounts of strength! The black coat man went flying before catching himself on his hands and pushing himself up from it, landing and catching himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">Sleight of hand tricks at play, he'd pull out two dual colt 45 pistols and aim them directly at Kevin. "Alright buddy. it's time for you to leave me alone and let me retreat to the shadows." Kevin stopped in his tracks and clenched his fist. "Sorry bro. Can't do that. right now I have to figure out who you are, why your copying my powers, and trying to frame me." The black suited man lowered his head for a moment before bringing it back up. "It's nothing for you to be concerned about. Just ride the wave as it comes and everything will be alright." Kevin squatted down just a little. bit more. "I won't let you ruin things for me or commit these heinous murders in my name!" Kevin would've taken off! darting towards the man and the black coated crook proceeded to shoot round after round! Kevin moved   his head, left, right, up, Down and even ducking down a bit. the black striders shots so precise he aimed Kevin's head the entire time! Kevin avoiding the gunfire would've thrown a right hook! Black striders used his forearm to block before attempting to use his opposite hand to shoot Kevin point blank! the quickness of lightning, Kevin would have lashed his hand out and pushed his opposite hand to the side! the shot being fired out in an advert direction. Kevin using the time to punch Black Strider in the chest, once, twice, three times, before black strider spun his body around and heel kicked Kevin in his jaw! Kevin room a step back to regroup until Black Strider ran up and let lose a flying boot kick onto Kevin's chest, using that momentum to left his other leg and backflip kick Kevin into the air!

<p class="MsoNormal">"Ngh! he-he's good!" Kevin’s body arching back before he curled himself into s backflip to recover! Black strider already on the ground would've begun to fire odd round after round toward Kevin's airborne body! Kevin landed on his hands, backflip ping between the shots before he jumped one more time and landed on near by wall! Only to look up and see!....the fellow was gone. “Dammit!” Kevin snapped his fingers. “I should tell the detective but he already suspects me. That wouldn’t   look very good on me trying to frame some other guy right when I’m accused.” Kevin would stand on the wall, and put his arms on his hips. “Well I’ll have to let the inc know. Maybe they can give me a report.” Kevin’s strider sense went off yet again. “Another commotion? Is it someone else? Same guy?!” Kevin would’ve darted to the side, and began to run up the building a bit more before swinging onto   another building and slinging himself towards the danger! Coincidentally it wasn’t as far as he thought he was. Coming along the corner, he’d see the evidence. A perfectly cut hole huh? Kevin hopped down, latching onto the space below it and tilting his head a bit. “A robbery? This is considered danger?” Kevin would’ve slipped in through the hole and took careful steps to walk in. hopping up and latching onto the ceiling to crawl along it and avoid detection as best as he could when he saw a body kneeling and…from the looks of it trying to break into that jewelry case. Kevin would’ve hung from a web upside down, lowering himself before clearing his throat letting the woman know he was present. “AWWWW are you here getting this as a present for me? You shouldn’t have!” Kevin put a hand on his chest with a comical gasp. “You know it’s been a while since I’ve run into a legit jewel thief. Tell me about your line of work, while I escort you to the police station why don’t cha? Oh and in case you didn’t get the memo…the jig is up.” Kevin would’ve hung there a few feet away from her letting her know it was all over at this point.

The Jig Is Up?
<p class="MsoNormal">The clicking was becoming easier to memorize and before long she cracked the safe with stupid ease, pulling the latch and exposing the treasure inside as she giggled in satisfaction. “Come to mama…” Sticky fingers grazed over the many fine stones sprawled out inside with four gold bars and three stacks of cash. What really grabbed her attention were the uncut diamonds ready for the taking and a rather alluring tiffany blue diamond necklace which she tucked away between round plump breasts. In the middle of all the stealing she hadn’t taken notice of a certain web slinger crawling about. Though seconds later, that changed with a loud “AWWWW are you here getting this as a present for me? You shouldn’t have!” Ears perked up at the obvious sound of Web strider as she gazed over her shoulder with a sly smile and a dangerous purr. “Oh my…looks like the cats out of the bag.” She drops the pack and turns, putting her hands up….and by up she slid gloved hands up the tight latex like outfit, past shapely hips that then travelled up her hour glass figure with perky breasts lightly bouncing from dainty fingers making their way through until they reached platinum blonde hair, gliding in to the locks before finally reaching their destination to show surrender. “Please don’t hurt me, Web strider. I’ll come quietly.” Piercing green hues locked on with his masked ones as plump lips pursed together with a pout. “We’re a dying breed I’m afraid. The type with real class.” She didn’t make a move, taking note of how he had himself hung up from the ceiling. Giving it an eye, she merely smiled before winking. “You should be careful, wouldn’t want you to bump your head.” As soon as she said that, the flimsy suspended tile ceiling he’d stuck his webbing to would give in as if from a case of bad luck, snapping in half and sending him flying down. If he caught himself or not she wasn’t not concerned with as she took that split second to react, yanking a set of wires out from her gloves and sending them out on to the room as they would glow blue from the fortification chi, giving them even more strength and the ability to be moved at will as the sharp lines attach themselves every which ways in the room, creating a dangerous trap like area to move in without one slicing themselves. These wires were known as Micro Filament Wire

<p class="MsoNormal">They Are ultra-sharp, super-thin wires, and embedded into her gloves that she uses as primary weapons. They're extremely deadly, can cut through almost anything.

<p class="MsoNormal">   Christina controls them as if they where extensions of her own body. The wires are sharp enough to slice through steel and concrete with no trouble and can bind and restrain targets without damaging them. She can also use the wires to impale subjects and control them like marionettes. The wires themselves can be used to attack from virtually any angle, and seem to hover around Christina herself in an omnidirectional manner during combat thanks to her fortification chi. She is able to cause drastic shifts in their positions with extremely small movements, and in a few cases has been seen to manipulate them without any movement at all.

<p class="MsoNormal">The wires move much more quickly than even Christina herself does, and are extremely hard to see. The upper limit of the wires's lengths at their longest, the wires are shown to span at least the width of a typical skyscraper. The limit to the number of wires Christina can summon is also not known. She was shown at one point to create mesh screens out of the wires to block bullets, and each screen appeared to contain hundreds of individual threads though it was simply her fortification chi coming in to play. Christina appears to draw the wires from a mechanism found ontop the material of the gloves she constantly wears, and the wires are manipulated using her sharp claws as to not harm herself though the gloves are resistant to them. As she yanked back on some of the wires to close off more space she attempted to bind him to his spot as the wires all connected at one point in odd angles with only a couple of inches of open space between them as she filled the entire room with them! If this had worked and Web strider was indeed trapped somewhere in the ‘web’ of wires she’d just give out a playful smile. “A web for the heroic spider, do you like? Careful now…they’re sharp to the touch.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh my…looks like the cats out of the bag.” Kevin would’ve pinched the bridge of his nose. “Really? Cat puns? I could make it as a stand-up comedian with material like that floating around here.” Kevin would’ve retorted watching her slowly and sensually put his hands up. Again keep in mind Kevin isn’t as thirsty as he had been before. 2 years of heroics and sexual endeavors can really boost a guy’s spirits, but Kevin at heart just…enjoyed the chase. Namely why, during these cat burglars little display of “surrender” Kevin narrowed his eyes a bit. Curious as to whether that outfit was a fashion choice or was meant to be a distraction. She went on now about a verbal surrender and saying they were apart of a dying breed? Kevin scoffed. “Pft. We’re two separate sides completely kitty. Don’t compare your thievery to my noble cause!”   “You should be careful, wouldn’t want you to bump your head.” Kevin laughed. “HAHAHAHA! Do you know how long I’ve be-“ it was at that moment the tile kevin had been latched onto literally flopped down, and Kevin’s body with it! His head hitting the ground and leaving his legs in the air, with a slight twitch in his left leg, as he took a moment to groan in pain.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That….gah….was a cheap trick!” Kevin would’ve stood up, but not in enough time to avoid the assortment of wires that began to scatter the room abroad! “What in the world is this blue stuff?” Kevin’s strider sense tingling off the charts, Kevin would’ve taken only a few steps back until coming to realize he was in a web….ironic? Very. Very   much so. “A web for the heroic spider, do you like? Careful now…they’re sharp to the touch.” Kevin growled under his breath, but he’d keep his cool…reaching under his mask to pluck a hair from his head and push it against one of these blue wires and in doing so the hair was cut like butter. “Yikes….” Kevin would confidently put his hands on his hips. “HA! You must think you’ve put me in a bit of a stick situation. However I must inform you that ,I little lady, have been in this game a loooong time. Here.” Kevin held up his hands. “Take a look! I’ve nothing in my hands!” Kevin wiggled his fingers, and using his own sleight of hand, he’d cross his hands, and slip a special little filter at the base of his palm before uncrossing his hands that quick and wiggling his fingers once again before with the sling of his hands, Kevin began whipping out webs left and right! Web line after web line, shooting out and connecting with a mass majority of the linear wires she’d created around the room. It didn’t seem like much…but she’d notice it was pretty cold all of a sudden.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kevin would’ve slipped in a Cryogenic filter at the base of his palm! Made specifically for his webbing varieties, it gives the webbing an icy effect, that once makes contact with skin or material, will freeze instantly in place. Great for immobilizing bigger targets, and really making sure bad guy's don't move. Creatively used however, it could brittle and weakens very hard substances, in this case, the cat burglars wires! Kevin had about 10 web lines connected from his outstretched hands, before he’d grunt and pull not only the webs but the wires that froze over and snapping them! the sound similar to glass cracking, as an icy and shimmery rain fell around them. some of the hardened pieces cracking the glass of a few cases, but none the less, with the wires being severed it’s only natural they’d all begin to fall apart. “And now for the big finish!!!” Keeping this up, Kevin would’ve smirked beneath his mask and shot two web lines towards the woman. These web lines moving at the speed of a sniper bullet, if they connected to her abdomen like planned, they’d engulf her arms in a tight bind, that would also freeze over! Chemically interacting with the webbing before freezing her arms against her mid section. If they didn’t connect and she went into a dodge frenzy, Kevin would’ve grunted. “Doooon’t fight it! Come to papa!!” Kevin would’ve kept attempting to shoot web balls at her, each packing a very hard punch as he’d keep trying to immobilize her if it didn’t work the first time.

<p class="MsoNormal">The spider didn’t seem too amused of her puns which only made her smile though she then hid it behind a smirk as he became trapped. Using her gloves to climb up on a certain set of wires and squat on them, the Jinx kept herself well balanced as she gazed down at the trapped hero. “Shouldn’t you be helping old ladies cross the street?” She teased but suddenly it seemed he himself had something up his sleeve and before long some of her wires had been frozen solid! With a distasted frown, she tilts her head and watches him shatter the wires around him though many in the room still remained, even the ones she’d been perched on. So he’d freed himself much to her dismay but what caught her attention was the icy debris crashing ontop of the glass case as her eyes widen. “No wait!!” The glass cases had a different set of alarms in case they were smashed into, triggering the sensory inside them. The loud blaring sirens sounded off as she narrowed her eyes at the hero. “Ooohhh….” Extending her claws, they grow and sharpen dangerously as she hisses. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck to cross a black cats path?” But he didn’t much seem to be worried as a web shot came right for her but using her quick reflexes and peak human agility she flipped backwards off of the wires and the line of fire as the web passes her and lands on the safe. Landing against where the wall and ceiling meet with her ass pressed against it, one arm between her legs to latch on to the dry-wall while the other sank on to the ceiling to keep her in place. Web strider continued trying to apprehend her with his webs but at this point she wasn’t about to let herself get caught by the likes of him. Her gymnastics come in to play now as the nimble bodied anti hero scales the wall with jumps and acrobatic feats, dodging the balls of sticky white until finally she back flipped behind the hero if he hadn’t moved from his spot, her gloved hands shooting out another array of wires! Though they weren’t headed for him this time as she poured out fortification chi on to them, weaving them into an interlocking design and creating a barrier that expanded four times her size to protect her from the web slinging. The alarms still loudly blaring, the cops would be here soon enough and she didn’t feel like getting arrested tonight. But maybe she was in the mood for a game of cat and mouse….She’d attempt to turn and throw herself right through the hole she’d come from, flawlessly squeezing through as her hand takes the small machine off the glass, causing the second alarm to sound off as she goes descending towards the hard concrete! Extending her right hand out, the set of wires would sprout out from a small mechanism on the top of her glove as it wrapped around the nearest object to catch herself in a swing before releasing said object and doing so multiple times to travel away from the crime scene though not before using her left to send a multitude of wires blocking the street connecting from one building to the other as traffic would be driving through the roads headed right for the dangerously trap of metal webs! One in particular was a motorist going over the speed limit trying to cut through all the slower vehicles! Jinx would leave that there and vanish on to the nearest highest roof and come to a sliding stop, giving out an amused smirk before running off to see if he’d give chase.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to cross a black cats path?” Kevin only further grunted, as he continued his web shots, alternating his arms and shooting web shot after web shot, to try and pin her down! She was quick! REALLY quick! Almost as quick as himself! That meant Kevin was going to have to rely on something other than being untouchable. The alarms blaring Kevin kept watch on her movements the entire time! Looking at her move…it was sexy….athletic. she must be killer in the sack. Kevin’s head turned as she flipped over him and landed! “Gotcha!” when he shot more webbing she blocked it by fusing the wires together even more?!?!? Until it formed almost like a wall! “….I feel like I should remember this for future generations. My strider sense tells me this might be important.” Kevin watched as she then attempted to flee from the hole she came from! Kevin side juked what ever left over wires were in the place, and he leapt right behind her! His ears caught wind of the sirens in the back ground! He didn’t want to lose her! Better safe than sorry, Kevin would’ve quickly reached into his utility belt, and threw something at the back of her neck. She’d feel it, but it would’ve been so delicately placed it’d feel no different than running into a bug, which in this case is what anyone would think after jumping from such a high surface like this. In actuality it was a strider trackers. These special trackers were designed for Kevin as what they sound like; tracking devices. Each device has a link to Kevin's Strider Sense. This allows Kevin to "feel" the location of where he's going and track the perp to their location easily by following the sense alone. For those who want specifics: When the Strider Sense sends the echolocation back, the tracker sends a specific toned frequency back to Kevin, allowing him to pick up the location and seek it out.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kevin watched as she latched more of those wires and began to swing again. “I’m getting real sick and tired of everyone and their mothers coping my style of transport!” Kevin would’ve landed on a flag pole, riding the resistance out before it sprung his frame back up into the air in an arch! Riding it out, before “THWIP” another web shot as he swung behind her, lifting himself up and gaining a bit of height over her air level. However Kevin watched as she used her hadn to send multiple wires from one side of a building to the next and created a wall of those things! Kevin’s strider sense kicked as in his eyes time literally began to come to a slow…and sudden stand still. He saw the cars heading for the wires. The motorcyclist speeding out of control. Kevin not very far off behind these vehicles, as his mind processed the next series of choices he’d need to make. Kevin let his web go, and extended his right arm! Grabbing the motorcyclist with a line and pulling him into the air! Shooting another web and slap sticking the guy to the wall close to the ground! Kevin, then shot another web line with his left hand towards the ground, and yanked himself like a bolt of red and blue lightning shooting down to the ground infront of the oncoming one way traffic! “STOP!” Kevin extended his arms out and as he did, his muscles would’ve begun to flex a bit, and when he extended his arms, his hands met the hoods of two cars, and with the strength proportionate of a spider, Kevin didn’t budge…but the hoods of the cars were pushed in a bit, stopping them in their tracks! Tire screeches abroad as people behind them stopped and braked to keep from going to bumper to bumper! Kevin grunted, as he looked back and saw the motorcycle go through the wires and cut itself up into pieces! Kevin sighed as people yelled and screamed at first, until they saw the example of what would’ve happened had they continued on. “Give me a sec folks!” Kevin would’ve turned around and started spraying the cryo-webbing on the giant wire wall and freezing it over. “I don’t have much of this stuff left…ngh! I’m gonna get that friggin cat.” Kevin would’ve taken a step back, and spinning his right arm around in circles like winding up a punch, Kevin would then shoot the punch forward and shatter the wall entirely! Icey glass like pieces falling to the ground and   clearing the road ways! The cops began to arrive and one of them stuck their head out of the window. “HEY we got an alarm at a local jewelry store! What you got on the crook?” Kevin tapped the top of the car. “I’m in pursuit now. Head there and check it out and uh get these people to where they need to go!” Kevin would’ve used his strider sense to locate the tracker he’d thrown, and Kevin would’ve started sprinting to the side! Taking off and using his strong legs to move at 70mph before jumping into the air and swinging abroad! He was in full on serious mode, swinging upwards, and sensing where she was, he’d take a detour! Flipping, twisting and turning through an alley way with clothes wires and fire escapes before with a twist he’d come out, at a higher elevation than her!

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<p class="MsoNormal">Only to then land on her back side, mounting over her rear end mind you, and pushing his forearm into the back of her neck, only to hold his hand in a web shooting position. “Don’t. Move.” Kevin’s head right beside hers as his body pressed his weight against hers. “You know what kind of trouble you could’ve caused back there?!? One thing about me: you don’t put innocents in danger on my watch. I stop pulling my punches at that point. “ Kevin would’ve paused for a moment to sigh. “Give it up. The cops are around, and I’m taking you in!”

Heart to Heart
<p class="MsoNormal">Landing on to a roof, she brushes long strands of white out of her face, unknowing of the tracker on her neck as she goes to continue to run before the feel of something sticky lands on her back, alarming her. Quickly gazing over her shoulder, her eyes widen as shes almost yanked but she digs her heels in to the gravel giving him a glare to keep herself still though he wasn’t going to stay put as he landed his feet right on to her, this one knocking her right on to her belly with a grunt!! “Ngh!” Her face is scratched lightly as she goes sliding with the masked hero ontop of her, pressing himself in to her as she winces in pain from the impact though thanks to her suit and her peak strength she wasn’t knocked out. Her hair now flipped over her to expose the creamy toned back of her neck, she slightly turned her head to give him a smirk. “Oohh feisty…” His arm lays on her neck to keep her still as shes pressed further into the roof though she didn’t try and fight him off as he sounded his displeasure at her putting lives in danger. “Easy on the goods strider! Those people weren’t in any danger...those wires would have only cut their cars up and the people would’ve bounced right off. I choose what my wires do, they’d only destroy objects, not people. They would’ve been fine you big baby.” When the word cops is brought on she rolls her eyes and continued talking, her tone going on the smoother side. “Oh come on…can’t you let me off with a warning? Everyone deserves a second chance…and besides I didn’t even take anything! I left my bag back there…so technically all I did was break and enter…what would I get besides a slap on the wrist? Does that really sound like its worth all that trouble of taking me in?” She’d try to appeal to his softer side…if he had one but after that dance they had together, she could tell he was a hero through and through. That could work for or against her…after all no one was above the law but there were instances that could bend the rules a little. “You don’t know what it’s like…all I know is a life of crime, daddy always drank…mother was never home spending her nights with strange men. I’ll admit what I did was criminal but no one got hurt…” Lifting her knees up from under her, her ass lifts as well to press into him though she did it slowly as to not alarm him she was trying to escape or anything simply trying to get comfortable. “You’re supposed to help people right? Do you think someone like me who comes from a broken home will learn in the messed up prison system…they’ll eat me alive…” She gives him a cute pout, fluttering thick lashes at him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kevin kept pressing into her, making sure she didn’t move. The moment she did, she’d get a face full of organic webbing. She spoke again. “Easy on the goods strider! Those people weren’t in any danger...those wires would have only cut their cars up and the people would’ve bounced right off. I choose what my wires do, they’d only destroy objects, not people. They would’ve been fine you big baby.” “Don’t call me a baby. I’m doing my job, and I don’t much appreciate you making it any harder on me.” “Oh come on…can’t you let me off with a warning? Everyone deserves a second chance…and besides I didn’t even take anything! I left my bag back there…so technically all I did was break and enter…what would I get besides a slap on the wrist? Does that really sound like its worth all that trouble of taking me in?” Kevin thought about this for a moment. “Well…true….” Kevin started to ease up. Just a bit. Juuuuuuust a little bit. When she went on to explain a bit abut her family background, Kevin found himself lowering his head in sympathy. He was…certain she wouldn’t want or need it. “I mean…” Kevin went to speak, not quite sure what to say to any of this. When she lifted her knees beneath her and her ass pressed against him, this…this wasn’t a good position. Wearing tights, the bulge in his hypersensitive crotch would’ve been preeeeeeetty advent. Kevin’s eye twitched a bit beneath the mask as he’d bit his lip to keep from squealing. “You’re supposed to help people right? Do you think someone like me who comes from a broken home will learn in the messed up prison system…they’ll eat me alive…” as she makes arguably one of the most adorable facial expressions known to man up at him, Kevin starts to break a little bit. “….I mean I.” Kevin sighed. He pushed himself up off of her and turned around so his uh. Manhood wasn’t present. Putting his hands behind his head, he’d let his tail flop back and forth. “I guess I could…let you go this one time. But you can’t go around stealing stuff. Not when I’m obligated to stop you. I can’t…and won’t keep letting you go.” Kevin would’ve turned his head towards her. “I’m sorry about your past…truly. I just can’t…just don’t let me catch you.”   Kevin folded his arms, and didn’t even look back at her. “You should go so I can lose you. And take the tracer off of the back of your neck that I put there so I don’t track you down.”   Kevin would wait until she was gone, before he called it a night.

Can't Change Your Stripes
<p class="MsoNormal">He continued to scold her that was until her sob story began to get the better of him…not to mention her hips. It wasn’t difficult to feel the excited ‘little strider’ pressed up against her ass cheek as she merely purred, waiting to see what his next move would be. When he actually released his hold on her, she blinked in utter shock….that actually worked? Standing up, she looked to him as he faced away from her. He was leaving himself completely open for an attack? Claws sharpened dangerously as her nose curls with deadly green hues narrowing with ill intent. But when he talked about giving her this second chance she paused, watching the back of his head closely with a tilt of her own. “Hm…” Reaching to her neck, she felt the small tracker and laughed softly, flicking it aside. “Like I said…we’re a dying breed, Strider. The last with class…I’ve learned the errors of my ways. Thank you.” Approaching his back side, she placed hands on firm strong shoulders and reached up, kissing his covered cheek. Without another word, she turned and rushed off the roof, vanishing on to the night…and once she was at a safe distance, she stopped in an alley way, reaching between her breasts and tugging the blue diamond necklace out with sparkly eyes. “Yummy.” Placing it around her neck, she admired the piece before her smile faded and she gazed up at the night time sky. “Sorry Strider, a tiger can’t change its stripes…”

Kevin would've closed his eyes inhaling through his nose and exhaling the same manner. Blushing at the kiss before Kevin would've shot a web out of his right hand and letting it stick to the corner of a building. "....I'm gonna find a white wig for Ayame." Kevin woouldve leapt off the building and began swinging away into the night heading back to his apartment.

Elsewhere

On the edge of Los Angeles, Black Strider would've been pacing back and forth on a pier by the beach. A warehouse area but it was closed during these late night time hours. Strider was given specific instructions to kill the doctor and then meet up with Deadmans representative. Shining Knight Conglomerate isn't exactly known for public stunts. Shining Knights is a giant conglomerate which operates ruthlessly as a major international player in a number of markets; including pharmaceuticals and medical equipment, as well as top-secret operations utilizing genetic engineering and biological/technological weaponry. The company also had a more benevolent public face for the ignorant masses, producing cosmetics, consumer products, and foods. A subsidiary of SK’s operated as a malevolent paramilitary organization. This division of the corporation maintained a highly trained security force capable of rescue, reconnaissance, and paramilitary operations. They used a variety of vehicles, including HUMVEEs. Complementing this security force was an air wing, which maintained a fleet of AV-8B Harrier jump jets, UH-60 Blackhawks, C-130 Hercules water-landing capable cargo planes, CH-53 Sea Stallion cargo helicopters for transporting prisoners/supplies and Hughes MH-6 'Little Bird' attack helicopters and various battle ships to ship products over seas, or by air. The corporation utilized these resources in order to secure and protect its assets, as well as its high profile employees. Deadman wanted to secure stock and trade with them but he isn't one to show up in person either. As such, Black Strider as said he'd be met with a blonde wOman by the name of devastation. As such Black Strider simply paced and awaited for her arrival.

Dirty Dealings
Jayla, also known as Devastation would be stepping out the back of a Mercedes benz, the car with tinted black windows would show her reflection as she shut the door. The long haired blonde wore her costume of Kevlar and nomex microfiber mesh, the splashes of yellow and black gave it a very non heroic feel, much the opposite since switching over sides 2 years ago. The steel toe boots crunched underneath the dirt ground as she calmly approached the black strider. “Evening.” She greeted politely before she continued to talk in a smooth and to the point kind of tone. “I got what you need.” Brown eyes trail back to lock with the masked ones as she crosses her arms and merely grins. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Hanging out with deadman had certainly given her a lot more humor and sarcasm…one had to have such things in order to deal with that man. She’d been sent here to run a deal with him and his employer to do some trading and run some numbers. Nothing Deadman hadn’t done before with other organizations…keep your friends close, your enemies closer and that sort of nonsense plus it helped to keep up with the competition. It was rather late, the temperatures dropped slightly from being so close to the beach as the moon shun rather bright below them giving them more light than necessary though the bay lights were rather dim. Deadman was interested in one of their bio weapons and in exchange he’d be willing to hand over one of his prized war machines. These things could really do damage honestly the trade wasn’t all that fair…in her opinion anyway.

Black Strider stood with his black gloved hands I'm pocket when by some abnormal sense he turned around and looked at a woman stepping out of the back of a vehicle. The Black Strider had not much to say, but he was happy that she finally came over to make this deal...well. Not exactly. Black Strider heard her greeting and meerely nodded in agreement. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” "Cute". Black Strider replied. " Sorry to say my employer has decided that he wants nothing to do with you or your employer." Black Strider. "They have decided that your war machines are ineffective and compared to the corperayes growing resources. You shall not be needed." Black Strider said nothing more after this, only opting to keep his hands in his pockets. not his trench coat pocket however, his pants pocket. His hands hovering by his pistols just in case. he'd heard about the blondes rather tenacious attitude and power set. He was on gaurd, especially now that he knew who he was dealing with.

“Cute.” “I’m adorable.” She mocked while waiting to see what he’d say next. She needed to get this done and report back to Deadman, he wasn’t the patient type. What comes out of Black Striders mouth though sent an irritated twitch in her eye before laughing a little. “Oh. Oohhh please tell me you didn’t just say what I think you did. Sheesh that is uh….wow that is super unfortunate because MY employer…I’m sure you’ve heard of him. Wears a shit ton of white, likes to ruin peoples day…he doesn’t like being said no to.” Trained eyes took note of his tense stance even with all the black on and hands she could not see, using her ability to detect any weapons on him…a pistol. Using the soles of her feet to send out minor seismic waves to listen to his heart beat, and any materials on his person that could cause her physical harm. To him he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference on the ground hes stepping on as, there was no tremble or telling sign she was even doing it. Without another word, brown hues would glow yellow as her hair levitated above strong shoulders and with one arm extend outwards, she’d send a giant sweep of seismic energy through the pier that would have the once motionless water churn with excitement as a cargo ship docked only a few yards away would begin to groan as its disturbed though not moving at first, Devastation would close her hand into a fist to break apart the dock black strider was standing on to attempt at sinking him into the ocean or at least take him by surprise. The cargo ship in the back would at this point groan louder from all of the shifting weight of the water as Jayla uses her other hand to send a pulse towards him in the slight chance he’d managed to grab his gun and shoot at her, sending out a force field of acoustic energy: Basically that feeling you get when you place your hand too close to sub woofer and it almost blows your fingers back but with much more force it could send a man flying with busted ear drums, stopping the trajectory of oncoming objects such as bullets, knives, grenades, ect.

“Oh. Oohhh please tell me you didn’t just say what I think you did. Sheesh that is uh….wow that is super unfortunate because MY employer…I’m sure you’ve heard of him. Wears a shit ton of white, likes to ruin peoples day…he doesn’t like being said no to.” ”Hey, it sucks to suck you know?” he replied sternly with not a hint of sarcasm or joking in his tone of voice. Black Striders extraordinary sense began to kick in after she’d said this line. He saw her eye color change and giant sweep of energy literally ripped the pear apart! Including the parts of the pier beneath black striders feet! “!!” his reflexes kicking as he rode the wave out, spinning around once, before both of his feet landed on random pieces of wood. Using inhuman like balance, he had two planks of wood beneath his feet and floated aloft on the water a bit, withdrawing both of his pistols and beginning to rain fire on the blonde woman! However when she exerted another wave of some kind of force like ability which repelled the bullets away and sent them elsewhere. However this played to his advantage. The force she emitted also effected the water! It sent Black Strider sliding backwards amongst the water, but a rather well sized wave was formed from this as well! In a squatted position, Black Strider rode the wave out towards his left (her right) side, hopping over the stone and secure part of the dock, and cutting a cartwheel, pulling something out of his utility belt and tossing 2 small black metallic balls….oh wait those were grenades. The grenades would’ve hit the area in front of her feet, and with a large “BOOM’ they’d have gone slam off! However while Black Strider would’ve been in the air, he’d sling a web from his wrist, and pull himself stories into the air! His arms out, legs straight, back flipping and ascending up in his stride! Eventually becoming nothing more than a black dot in the night sky and fading from the boxum blondes view! Black Strider had dispersed to parts unknown for an employer even more so a mystery…

The destruction of the docks had him just barely holding on to the wooden boards out in open water as Devastation made quick work of rendering his bullets useless though he was quick on his feet….now that she took a closer look, it reminded her of Web strider. The outfit too, only black…who was this asshole? It only made the villain more suspicious when he shoots out a web to hoist himself up and out of danger but not before leaving parting gifts in the form of grenades. With an annoyed frown as theyre tossed her way, she merely extends her hand and absorbs the seismic energy caused from the explosion, her body eating up the blast as to control the radius of the flames that would other wise harm her. Shaking her fingers out from the unpleasant feeling of doing so as absorbing blasts were much more difficult than dishing them out, she tilted her head up and watched him disappear in to the night sky. “Hm…” Placing a finger to her ear, she spoke into the communicator. “Deadman, the deal went south…looks like your so called pals don’t think our toys are all that neat anymore. They hired a middle man to break the news and frankly I wanna know who this guy is…” Web strider flashed in her mind and it made her sigh softly…he was alive and well of course, he was all over the news, magazines and the like. He probably didn’t even know she was alive though…it was better that way. Listening to Deadmans next orders she would do as told and re-enter the benz, slamming the door and telling the driver where to go to. She’d be stuck in the city for the new couple of weeks…something was fishy and she intended to find out what exactly their would be partners were up to.