#sscosmiccastaway

[sourcandyvigilante]

Waves of rage and pain roll off of you, bright and pink and blazing and powerful.

The city knows your rage.  None here could hide from you.

But who you seek is not here.

He is hiding like a coward.

You will find him, if it takes you a year, or more.

The city knows your relentlessness and lack of mercy.

Their bones resonate with the hints of your fury, enough of a sink to keep your rational mind intently focused on your search through dimensions.

Your city is both fuel and siphon, and you open yourself to her as you seek out wider and wider.

Your city feels your fury in the low, protective, deep burn in their veins.

[temporalitysguise]

> Go for a nice civilian walk

> You're in civvie clothes, wearing a hoodie despite the ungodly heat and humidity, and with Kitt-as-shades perched neatly on your face so you can chat with him while browsing the city. You reread that old and defunct villainy forum that got you started in the pro side of things, and saw a couple of interesting nautical-themed clinics mentioned. The one that really caught your attention was SHIP - didn't a girl you talked to the other week mention that she worked there?

So you're scoping it out, making an occasional joke to your palebro as you try to devise a plan. Your villain persona is much too notorious at this point to garner much attention. If you'd had this conversation before pulling your city-wide plot, maybe you could've gotten away with it. But not anymore.

TG: yo kitt im going in okay TG: wish me luck <>

Christ, this had better be worth it. You walk up to the receptionist with the fake name and information that Kitt made for you and sign in as Stan Lee.