#ipati

[selanpike]

he’s like a walking pile of regrets

[selanpike]

best friends

[googlemapsgems]

Ipati, Greece (courtesy of Google Maps via MapCrunch)

[googlemapsgems]

Cemetery with a view in Ipati, Greece (courtesy of Google Maps via MapCrunch)

[lavidavespa]

#vespa #winterride #ipati #greece ! (hier: Ipáti, Greece)

[selanpike]

i never have time for doing the full inktober thing, but here’s a doodle

[stefanosnik]

[evilftw]

140. I'll be your revolution.

(We find Xeno at home, sitting on the couch with his knees pulled up to his chest. He chews on his lip, staring at his phone on the coffee table) Selan: So what do you think we should do? Xeno: I—I don’t know. Should we tell the authorities? Selanio: We can’t do that, we’re villains! We can’t rat him out for blowing shit up. Xeno: But people have died! No one dies when we attack, our explosives aren’t that strong. But this… this isn’t villainy. It’s not the showoffy, easy-to-run-from crap that we do. Selan: So we should tell someone? Xeno: I—I don’t know, I don’t… He’s my friend, I wouldn’t feel right ratting him out… but this… Goddammit, why won’t he answer his phone? Selanio: You said he was with a client, he probably turned it off. Don’t worry so much, he already did one attack today, I’m sure you can wait a little while to talk to him without anything major happening. Xeno: You think? Selanio (shrugging): Well, maybe. Unless he decides to go all-out now that you know what’s up. Xeno (burying his face in his arms): Oh, God… Selan: Selanio, that didn’t help! Selanio: Selanio is just being realistic! Xeno (lifting his head again): I just don’t understand why he… (He stops, noticing the TV. His eyes widen and he scrambles for the remote) Oh shit, oh shit… (He turns up the volume—a live newscast shows Ipati wrecking downtown with his new telekinetic powers.) Xeno: No, no, no, no! What is he doing?! Selan: He’s destroying downtown! Xeno: They just finished rebuilding it from when I destroyed it! What the hell is he thinking?! Selanio: He’s thinking of finishing what you started, I guess. Xeno: That… that idiot! He’s nowhere near experienced enough with those powers—Apogee’s gonna get there any second and kick his ass and he’s too fragile… (Xeno jumps to his feet and rushes to his room. Selan gets up too) Selan: Xeno? Are you getting into costume? Xeno: I have to get him to stop before he gets himself put in the hospital! Selan: Hold on, we’ll come with you! (Xeno comes out of his room, dressed as Omen.) Omen: Look, this is kind of a delicate situation. I’m not sure if you should come. Selan (in her room changing): We’re coming! What if you need our help? Omen: What if Ipati loses control of his powers? Or me, for that matter? Lady Ira (coming out of her room): I can block anything! I was fine that last time and I’ll be fine if it happens again. Selanio: Yeah, you’re the one who got hurt last time. We have to come along to make sure you don’t end up missing an eye again. Omen: … fine. But please, stay out of my way. I—I think I can talk him down, so I only want you to step in if, like, you need to keep Apogee away or something. Lady Ira: Sure thing. Selanio, go change your clothes. Selanio: Yeah, yeah… (Once everyone’s in their costumes, they rush downtown to find Ipati amongst the ruined metropolis, dodging eyebeams from Apogee.) Omen: Dammit… (Omen levitates a chunk of rubble and knocks Apogee away with it.) Apogee: Ouch… Omen, you’re in on this too?! Omen: Sort of. Not really. Go away, will you? Apogee: I can’t do that and you know it. Omen: Look, I can handle this on my own. Ipati (amused—he’s never seen Xeno in his Omen costume before): Omen! So you’re here to join me? Omen: Join you do what? Kill more people? Ipati: Don’t be shortsighted. I’m helping you. Omen: Helping me how?! How does this help me? Ipati: Look, I know you’re a bit iffy about violence and such. That’s fine—in fact, I admire that in you. But you’ll never take over the world that way. Apogee: You know, not to interrupt, but-- (Omen smashes the same piece of rubble into Apogee’s face, sending him flying) Omen: Stay out of this! Ipati: It’s like I’ve said before. You’re not going to get anywhere with petty robberies and minor destruction. You need to take more drastic action. Omen: I need a revolution, huh? Ipati: Yes! And you don’t need to do it yourself anymore. Don’t want to dirty your hands? Fine. I’ll do it for you, Omen. I’ll be your revolution. (Apogee stumbles up to Ira and the Baron, rubbing his head painfully.) Apogee: Uh… so what, exactly, is going on? Baron von Boom: That guy is, like, super-gay for Omen. Lady Ira: Shh, be nice. Baron von Boom: This is nice for me! Anyway, I guess he thinks he’s doing us a favor. Apogee: Ugh, I don’t understand you evil types… how is this a favor? Baron von Boom: It’s not. It’ll be more trouble than it’s worth, I can tell. Omen: Ipati, I can’t let you do this! Ipati: Yes, you can! Look at this! (He waves a hand and sends rubble flying into the windows of buildings) Isn’t it amazing? Here I thought I’d have to do everything so slowly, but then Indrid gave me these powers… I can do anything! Omen: You can’t just… (His eyes widen) No, no, Ipati, you have to stop now! Don’t you see what’s going on?! Ipati: Of course I do. I’m conquering for you. I’ve already destroyed the major government buildings, all I have to do is destroy the remaining infrastructure and the city is yours. I— Omen: You’re playing into Indrid’s hands! Isn’t it obvious?! You—you started bombing, and he saw what you were doing… he didn't give you those powers to help you, he did it so you’d do this! He did it so you’d put yourself out in the open—so someone will come stop you! Ipati (smiling): Did he, now? Omen: Yes. Come on, Ipati, stop this before you get hurt. Ipati: But then you’re just playing into Indrid’s hands too, aren’t you? Omen: What? Ipati: You’ve come here to stop me. Isn’t that what Indrid wants? Omen: Ye—yes. But I just want to make sure you don’t end up like Reza. Ipati: We don’t have to do that, though! Omen, the only person who can stop me is you. If you fought alongside me… if your friends joined us, the four of us would be unstoppable. You know this! We could rule the world! And—and you wouldn’t have to kill anyone. I’ll do it for you. Omen: But that blood would still be on my hands. All the people you’ve already killed… that blood is on my hands too. It doesn’t matter that you did the deed and not me—it’s all my fault. (He puts his head in his hand. Actually saying it made him realize exactly how grave this situation is.) Oh my God. It’s my fault. Ipati (not liking the look on Xeno’s face): No—No, don’t talk like that. It’s all my idea, you can’t— Omen: I—I put this idea in your head. I was too stupid to realize what you were up to until… I—Ipati, this has to stop. Ipati (grabbing Xeno’s shoulders): We can’t stop now. The world is a mess, it needs a leader like you. You can do so much good—just… just look away. Look away from the bloodshed. You can pick up the pieces after. Omen: Pick up the pieces? How? I—I can’t bear this. I can’t have anyone else killed in my name. I… I’d be a mess myself. Ipati, please stop. Ipati: But… I can’t. I can’t. I didn’t hide my identity, they’ll come for me. Omen: So run. Ipati: But then I couldn’t be near you. Omen: So—so let them come, then. Get arrested. Ipati: I’ll go to jail. Omen: They won’t kill you. Any lawyer can get you off with an insanity plea. Ipati: But they’ll still put me away for the rest of my life. Omen: It’ll be okay. I’ll visit you. Ipati: I can’t do it. I have to keep going forward… Omen: Then I won’t have anything to do with it. Fine, go on your damn rampage. Apogee’s here, he’ll bring you down. (Omen turns and begins to walk away. Ipati looks panicked.) Ipati: But—but I did this for you! You can’t—you can’t just renounce me! Omen: Obviously I can! I wash my hands of you! Ipati: I—I—Omen! Please, don’t walk away from me! (Omen sighs, but keeps walking.) Ipati: O—okay, I get it! I can’t continue… I’ll stop! I’ll stop! (Omen turns around, smiling.) Omen: Thank God. Now come on, let’s turn you in. You’ll get a better sentence if you go willingly. Ipati: I still won’t go to jail. (Ipati looks around, then picks up a broken pipe.) Omen (unnerved): Ipati… put that down. Ipati: I fucked up, I get it. But I can fix everything. I’ll atone. Omen: Don’t--!! (Omen tries to run back to stop him, but Ipati doesn’t hesitate—he impales himself on the pipe. Omen reaches him as he pulls the pipe out, and Ipati falls into Omen’s arms.) Omen: Wh—why would you…? (He yells to the others) Someone, call an ambulance! Apogee: I’m on it! (He starts fiddling with his watch communicator) Ipati: I—I told you, I’m not going to jail… Omen: So you’d rather die? Ipati: It’s faster, why not? (He coughs) Now everyone’s happy. Omen: H-happy?! Dammit, dammit… you… Ipati: Don’t blame yourself. I… I was just… I was stupid, just… (Ipati coughs again. He buries his face in Omen’s chest.) Ipati: It’s okay now. It’s okay… Omen: No, it’s not… (Ipati is still. Omen chokes, holding back tears.) Omen: Hold on, Ipati… help is on the way, we can save you… (Omen falls to his knees, still holding Ipati. A shadow appears over Omen, and Omen shuts his eyes tight, knowing who’s there without needing to look.) Indrid: He is gone. Omen: One minute… if you’d shown up one minute sooner… Indrid: I have arrived at precisely the moment that I was needed. Omen: Precisely a moment too late! (He glares up at Indrid) What the hell have you come for?! Indrid: I am here to collect him. Omen: That’s it?! Pick up the body and leave?! (Indrid takes Ipati into his arms and turns away) Indrid: … Indeed. Omen: Dammit—you knew it would end this way! Just like that fucking Reza incident—you knew it would end this way! Couldn’t you have done something?! Indrid: … Omen: Couldn’t you… couldn’t you have warned me? Indrid: … (Indrid walks away. Omen watches him walk, turn a corner and disappear, wanting to say something but not knowing the words. Eventually he doubles over, hitting the ground with his fists, screaming.) Apogee: Oh God. Is he… he’s not going to lose control of his powers, is he? Lady Ira: I don’t know. Baron von Boom: No. (The Baron walks over, ignoring the fact that random objects are breaking around them. He kneels next to Omen and puts a hand on his shoulder. Omen looks up.) Baron von Boom: It’s going to be okay. (Lady Ira has walked over too, and she kneels next to them and forces a smile for Omen.) Lady Ira: We’re here for you. (Omen hugs the both of them, trembling. They both hug him back, offering words of comfort. Things stop breaking.) (Apogee stands nearby. He wants to offer comfort too—they may be enemies, but he can’t help but feel bad for Omen. But he knows that his sympathy isn’t what Omen would want. He’s relieved when the Professor calls him, so he can walk away and explain why he’s not arresting anyone instead of having to stand there watching Omen be miserable.) Baron von Boom: Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ll carry you. Omen (quietly): I’m not injured. Baron von Boom: Look, I know what it’s like to lose someone, and I know you’re in no condition to run around. Let’s go. (The Baron picks Omen up, Lady Ira throws a smoke bomb and they run away.) --End: Episode one hundred forty