"Zen?"
"Zen."
Grayed eyes popping open before depressing the button on her radio "Yes?" She'd been sitting for a handful of hours meditating in a quiet spot
behind the deafening hum of the super's generator just to be alone with her thoughts before her shift. "I need a favor" the male voice asked of
her over that loud humming and pulsing "give me twenty" she muttered before clicking off her radio and drawing up to her feet.
A slowed wandering pace washed over her as she drifted to the telepad in the base. Fingers fanning only to ball into fist and pop before claws jutted out and
receded as she punched in the coordinates for Talos. Young heroes, starry eyed and full of energy buzzing about her as she drifted to the station. Basinns
stood calmly handing out assignments to hopefuls as her mere presence, meaning her clearance badge threatened to part the crowd as the upstarts gave her a wide
birth where she stood in wait.
Basinns waited until a few had come and gone before Zen slinked up to his side and leaned on the outside wall of the precinct. "We've had some
trouble, but not the kind that just anyone can handle" while signing off a work order, not bothering to turn to her as he did. "Hum" the asked
in a mildly inquisitive tone, his only reply was to hand her a police report.
"Nice work" she replied dully while thumbing through the pages idly Basinns shooting her an annoyed glance over his shoulder "It's on your
group Zen. Do you really want the rep for that kind of thing hanging over your head?" Zen handed back the file stepping away from her lean against the
wall "I'll see what I can do." Basinns barking after her as she started that calm wandering away "Get it done before they pass your
clearance level."
Bony fingers sinking into her leathers as she walked her way to the ferry in mild contemplation. She'd gone from one form of community service to a totally
different form. This whole hero of the city thing seemed so far from her reach. But here she was being handed one snot nosed hopeful after the other to work
with on their rise up in the list. It was only a matter of time they handed her a few that would be tough to mentor.
Stepping off the boat she drew her cellphone to shuffle through the numbers a moment, stowing it and turning to her radio having not found what she'd
needed. "Dispatch, patch me through to" enie mieny miney moe "Lost Sabre" a moment of silence before the operator chimed in "Patching
you through now." Zen checking the band and picking up the first thing that was nearby "Yeah?" the band popping silent "Zen Hart of The
Legendary, saw you were in the area, care to fight a bit of crime with me?" seconds passed before a peppy "Sure!" rang through.
Without speaking the two arrived on location at the mouth of a cave as Zen dropped from the sky and landed just shy of the young upstart. A graying eye gave
her a mild once over before stepping through the cave door without bothering to wait on Lost. The second her eye caught sight of a Circle operative her
heartbeat slowed with her breathing and she was in their faces without hesitation.
Lost came crashing through behind her as those grey eyes caught the sheen of a broadsword. Her mind flat-lining in an instant as it swung around with it's
massive weight. Zen pulling a moment straight out of the Matrix as she leaned letting that heavy silver glide a half inch away from her face. It taking a few
silvered grays free of her head. Right... beware of team mate, she thought to herself before pressing on though mindful of the full force of Lost's swing.
Mob after mob falling one by one to the two geared for quick arrests with massive injuries dealt to the bad guys and as few as possible to the good. Everything
was everything as Zen sprinted into the mob that held the civilian at the heart of a collection of demon and man resigned to a darker purpose. The hostage
after being freed took to following Lost amid the vast tunnel system.
Zen and Lost had turned down separate tunnels, Zen locked in arms with another demon fighting tooth and nail to claw through his toughened hide, Lost
eventually zipping in beside her once more. Zen stood in the aftermath of the downed mob staring at Lost with this vacant expression on her face. Her voice
reflecting much the same "You lost the civ." Lost's eyes held the momentary look a deer makes when caught in the headlights of a car. "What
do you mean 'I' lost the civ?" Zen said nothing more in the moment as she kicked off to go looking for the woman.
She'd stopped against a tunnel wall to catch her breath from trying to keep up with the quicker scrapper and now realized she'd totally lost her
rescuers. Zen popping around the corner just as panic was about to wash in over the lady. Lost's voice poking through over the radio, something about
another team member, Zen was too busy trying to clean up after her error to have a civil reply until the victim was in her sights.
"Ma'am?" she asked turning the corner as the lady stood trying not to hyperventilate in her fear. Zen's radio clicking over to Lost "You
have com" as Zen motioned to the lady that she follow. Zen lead the civilian back to the entrance passing a nearly undetectable form of the added member
en route there. Lost zipping in behind them as Zen simply walked out without bothering to correct the youth on her error.
Zen was asked to stick with the young upstart that had joined the party and she nearly on auto pilot picked up another random thing on the scanner while Lost
and the other sat around greeting one another. Zen wouldn't bother opening her mouth again until there was an issue as a sapper smacked her several times
nearly knocking her flat on her back asleep. She backing away from the second grouping to handle the first without their attentions on solely her.
Out of the corner of her eye while she serrated flesh, dealing blows akin to a mac truck doing 60, she saw the younger hero weaving some sort of magic that
turned the Sapper on his own mob. It reminded Zen why sometimes even these lesser in rank heroes can impress where other's fail to make a positive
impression. Lost was called away by the supervisor of the realm when he rung to inform her that her promotion papers had been approved.
Zen was left in the quiet of her own mind as she walked in silence back to the ferry. Footfalls landing heavy to pause in front of Basinns with this slightly
annoyed look painted across her face as she crossed her arms and glanced to the concrete a moment. On the return of her glance up to stare him down she spoke
calmly but in a stern tone "Do you guys let just anyone with super abilities have a badge? Or is there some actual logic behind giving any nitwit
clearance?"
Basinns posturing in defense to the attack of her words "if they're competent to keep the peace we give em a badge if they aren't we ship em to
the Isles. I asked you to work with em because they're good at what they d-" Zen taking a step forward to point with a stern finger in his face
"I'm not a fucking babysitter and if you guilt trip me into cleaning up another one of your departments fuck ups" the finger jabbing into his
shoulder before turning to walk away from him before she flew off and hit him.
"They're good kids Zen." she stopping dead in her tracks to turn back and march straight up to him with purpose. Her tone leveling off as grey
eyes stared through him once again "And Paragon prime keeps promoting em despite how many buildings they level. They are just kids Detective, they're
going to blow buildings up in their off time. Only growing up will stop them, being assigned a babysitter isn't going to help them do that any
quicker." again she turned to walk off but this time the detective curled a hand about her forearm to stop her "You were their age once."
Wrong answer. A clawed fist pausing closely enough to his throat that the tips punctured lightly into the soft exposed flesh. "I was in Tibet at that age
learning how to fight for my life without killing people not decimating taco stands." a slow drawing back of his hand as her fist calmly recoiled from his
throat, she shifting her posture from a fighting stance to a calmer less threatening pose. "Being a hero isn't just about having gifts beyond that of
a normal person... heroes are born. Some from the rubble of their own lives and others simply have it as an inherent power."
The claws retracting as she placed a hand on Basinns shoulder in respect of them both being warriors though different paths had been taken. "Just roll
with em Detective, they'll either get better on their own or they'll disappear to the isles. But seriously..." withdrawing her hand with a light
shake to her head "I'm a trainer not a babysitter and I'm asking you nicely not to confuse the two again." turning to walk away again,
Basinns once more called after her "My money's on her, not you."
He was egging her on, challenging her to stand up to the kids in the Arena... Zen just kept walking knowing too much more of this conversation would wind up
with her having to pull the reigns in on beating the hell out of some poor officer. His heart was in the right place and Zen understood his motives well
enough. Zen would still have to check on the other one involved in the fiasco but Lost was as true to her name as any Hero could be. She might grow up if she
were staring down heavy artillery in a hot zone or she might go on wreaking havoc in Paragon.
Only time would tell which path she chose to walk along. Zen hopping back into the base to return to her meditations but pausing at a terminal to e-mail Lost
with a friendly challenge. Win or loose, Lost still might learn something from the experience. Whether it was simply a prideful smile as she wore the victory
or a new found understanding of her shortcomings.
----
Dear Wire,
So... you know Kung Fu?
Show me.
Love,
Vyper
----
Dear DS,
GIR wanna play?
Vyper
"Zen."
Grayed eyes popping open before depressing the button on her radio "Yes?" She'd been sitting for a handful of hours meditating in a quiet spot
behind the deafening hum of the super's generator just to be alone with her thoughts before her shift. "I need a favor" the male voice asked of
her over that loud humming and pulsing "give me twenty" she muttered before clicking off her radio and drawing up to her feet.
A slowed wandering pace washed over her as she drifted to the telepad in the base. Fingers fanning only to ball into fist and pop before claws jutted out and
receded as she punched in the coordinates for Talos. Young heroes, starry eyed and full of energy buzzing about her as she drifted to the station. Basinns
stood calmly handing out assignments to hopefuls as her mere presence, meaning her clearance badge threatened to part the crowd as the upstarts gave her a wide
birth where she stood in wait.
Basinns waited until a few had come and gone before Zen slinked up to his side and leaned on the outside wall of the precinct. "We've had some
trouble, but not the kind that just anyone can handle" while signing off a work order, not bothering to turn to her as he did. "Hum" the asked
in a mildly inquisitive tone, his only reply was to hand her a police report.
"Nice work" she replied dully while thumbing through the pages idly Basinns shooting her an annoyed glance over his shoulder "It's on your
group Zen. Do you really want the rep for that kind of thing hanging over your head?" Zen handed back the file stepping away from her lean against the
wall "I'll see what I can do." Basinns barking after her as she started that calm wandering away "Get it done before they pass your
clearance level."
Bony fingers sinking into her leathers as she walked her way to the ferry in mild contemplation. She'd gone from one form of community service to a totally
different form. This whole hero of the city thing seemed so far from her reach. But here she was being handed one snot nosed hopeful after the other to work
with on their rise up in the list. It was only a matter of time they handed her a few that would be tough to mentor.
Stepping off the boat she drew her cellphone to shuffle through the numbers a moment, stowing it and turning to her radio having not found what she'd
needed. "Dispatch, patch me through to" enie mieny miney moe "Lost Sabre" a moment of silence before the operator chimed in "Patching
you through now." Zen checking the band and picking up the first thing that was nearby "Yeah?" the band popping silent "Zen Hart of The
Legendary, saw you were in the area, care to fight a bit of crime with me?" seconds passed before a peppy "Sure!" rang through.
Without speaking the two arrived on location at the mouth of a cave as Zen dropped from the sky and landed just shy of the young upstart. A graying eye gave
her a mild once over before stepping through the cave door without bothering to wait on Lost. The second her eye caught sight of a Circle operative her
heartbeat slowed with her breathing and she was in their faces without hesitation.
Lost came crashing through behind her as those grey eyes caught the sheen of a broadsword. Her mind flat-lining in an instant as it swung around with it's
massive weight. Zen pulling a moment straight out of the Matrix as she leaned letting that heavy silver glide a half inch away from her face. It taking a few
silvered grays free of her head. Right... beware of team mate, she thought to herself before pressing on though mindful of the full force of Lost's swing.
Mob after mob falling one by one to the two geared for quick arrests with massive injuries dealt to the bad guys and as few as possible to the good. Everything
was everything as Zen sprinted into the mob that held the civilian at the heart of a collection of demon and man resigned to a darker purpose. The hostage
after being freed took to following Lost amid the vast tunnel system.
Zen and Lost had turned down separate tunnels, Zen locked in arms with another demon fighting tooth and nail to claw through his toughened hide, Lost
eventually zipping in beside her once more. Zen stood in the aftermath of the downed mob staring at Lost with this vacant expression on her face. Her voice
reflecting much the same "You lost the civ." Lost's eyes held the momentary look a deer makes when caught in the headlights of a car. "What
do you mean 'I' lost the civ?" Zen said nothing more in the moment as she kicked off to go looking for the woman.
She'd stopped against a tunnel wall to catch her breath from trying to keep up with the quicker scrapper and now realized she'd totally lost her
rescuers. Zen popping around the corner just as panic was about to wash in over the lady. Lost's voice poking through over the radio, something about
another team member, Zen was too busy trying to clean up after her error to have a civil reply until the victim was in her sights.
"Ma'am?" she asked turning the corner as the lady stood trying not to hyperventilate in her fear. Zen's radio clicking over to Lost "You
have com" as Zen motioned to the lady that she follow. Zen lead the civilian back to the entrance passing a nearly undetectable form of the added member
en route there. Lost zipping in behind them as Zen simply walked out without bothering to correct the youth on her error.
Zen was asked to stick with the young upstart that had joined the party and she nearly on auto pilot picked up another random thing on the scanner while Lost
and the other sat around greeting one another. Zen wouldn't bother opening her mouth again until there was an issue as a sapper smacked her several times
nearly knocking her flat on her back asleep. She backing away from the second grouping to handle the first without their attentions on solely her.
Out of the corner of her eye while she serrated flesh, dealing blows akin to a mac truck doing 60, she saw the younger hero weaving some sort of magic that
turned the Sapper on his own mob. It reminded Zen why sometimes even these lesser in rank heroes can impress where other's fail to make a positive
impression. Lost was called away by the supervisor of the realm when he rung to inform her that her promotion papers had been approved.
Zen was left in the quiet of her own mind as she walked in silence back to the ferry. Footfalls landing heavy to pause in front of Basinns with this slightly
annoyed look painted across her face as she crossed her arms and glanced to the concrete a moment. On the return of her glance up to stare him down she spoke
calmly but in a stern tone "Do you guys let just anyone with super abilities have a badge? Or is there some actual logic behind giving any nitwit
clearance?"
Basinns posturing in defense to the attack of her words "if they're competent to keep the peace we give em a badge if they aren't we ship em to
the Isles. I asked you to work with em because they're good at what they d-" Zen taking a step forward to point with a stern finger in his face
"I'm not a fucking babysitter and if you guilt trip me into cleaning up another one of your departments fuck ups" the finger jabbing into his
shoulder before turning to walk away from him before she flew off and hit him.
"They're good kids Zen." she stopping dead in her tracks to turn back and march straight up to him with purpose. Her tone leveling off as grey
eyes stared through him once again "And Paragon prime keeps promoting em despite how many buildings they level. They are just kids Detective, they're
going to blow buildings up in their off time. Only growing up will stop them, being assigned a babysitter isn't going to help them do that any
quicker." again she turned to walk off but this time the detective curled a hand about her forearm to stop her "You were their age once."
Wrong answer. A clawed fist pausing closely enough to his throat that the tips punctured lightly into the soft exposed flesh. "I was in Tibet at that age
learning how to fight for my life without killing people not decimating taco stands." a slow drawing back of his hand as her fist calmly recoiled from his
throat, she shifting her posture from a fighting stance to a calmer less threatening pose. "Being a hero isn't just about having gifts beyond that of
a normal person... heroes are born. Some from the rubble of their own lives and others simply have it as an inherent power."
The claws retracting as she placed a hand on Basinns shoulder in respect of them both being warriors though different paths had been taken. "Just roll
with em Detective, they'll either get better on their own or they'll disappear to the isles. But seriously..." withdrawing her hand with a light
shake to her head "I'm a trainer not a babysitter and I'm asking you nicely not to confuse the two again." turning to walk away again,
Basinns once more called after her "My money's on her, not you."
He was egging her on, challenging her to stand up to the kids in the Arena... Zen just kept walking knowing too much more of this conversation would wind up
with her having to pull the reigns in on beating the hell out of some poor officer. His heart was in the right place and Zen understood his motives well
enough. Zen would still have to check on the other one involved in the fiasco but Lost was as true to her name as any Hero could be. She might grow up if she
were staring down heavy artillery in a hot zone or she might go on wreaking havoc in Paragon.
Only time would tell which path she chose to walk along. Zen hopping back into the base to return to her meditations but pausing at a terminal to e-mail Lost
with a friendly challenge. Win or loose, Lost still might learn something from the experience. Whether it was simply a prideful smile as she wore the victory
or a new found understanding of her shortcomings.
----
Dear Wire,
So... you know Kung Fu?
Show me.
Love,
Vyper
----
Dear DS,
GIR wanna play?
Vyper