There were times when leading a double life became more of a tedious chore than it did a luxury, and it was those times that made Aaronâ no, that made Tempest feel like he was a bit too rusty to properly wear the title of a villain. By day heâd built his reputation back up, he buried the questionable tragedy in his past under the thickest rug he could find so he could become a lawyerâ albeit one that made sure he helped others like himself get off without facing the charges they deserved; the point is, in these past few weeks heâd been focusing so much on his identity, on his normalcy as Aaron, that heâd let his true nature take the back burner.Â
The strange storm, that caused some to whisper his name in a cursing despite it not being his doing, was enough to re-spark that electricity that lingered in his system; it added to that hunger that drove him to do wrong. High above the city streets, wearing his costume that held an almost green iridescent sheen to it in contrast of his stark black mask which covered his face from the hairline at the top of his forehead down to the bridge of his nose, the villain easily pulled from the already formed storm clouds to allow himself some coverage as he looked for something to get himself back into the swing of things.
Heâd almost found something, a few SRD agents chasing after someone, but just when he thought about dropping in so he could give the agents a taste of their own medicine the person they were chasing unleashed a bit of power, contorting the water from the rain around him, to deal with them on his own. Tempest would have been impressed, but only if the other hadnât run off like an injured puppy immediately after. Following him to a seemingly abandoned parking garage he lowered himself to move after the other on his feet, the heavy storm cloud cover finally dissipating as he stepped into the otherâs view. âRelax, if I was going to hurt you kid I would have already done itâ that and it seems someone beat me to the punch and I really donât like being the guy to kick an already wounded puppy; Iâm not a monster after all.â He mused as he smirked under, his cheeks lifting against the rim of the mask as he nodded at the otherâs orb of water, âyou gonna put that away or is this the part where you show your youth and challenge with a make me comment? Is it bad if Iâm hoping for the latter? Itâs been awhile since Iâve had the chance to knock some sense into someone, even if it is less fun since youâre already starting with a disadvantageâŠâ
King was running on adrenaline as he hid behind the vehicle. He had exerted more power than normal, not even sure how he had kept control. However the arrow in his back had weakened him though, and if the approaching figure was a super or trained well he was done for.
The man though didnât appear to be an enemy, after all he wasnât attacking, at least yet. As he continued to speak though, King began to relax and ease up. The others comments made him cautious, speaking like a villain. However he still didnât seem to be intent on fighting so King dissipated the sphere of water panting heavily.
âI really rather not fight.â He breathed out as he stood up, using the van to help himself up. He was exhausted, the wound bleeding down his back still and the use of his powers taking its toll on him. âAreâŠare they still following?â He asked nervously as his eyes darted around the parking garage. Keeping his cowl up over the lower half of his face, he pulled down the hood, letting out a drawn out breath.
