omegafriends | The Second Scale [Action]

[The thing with wanting to become a super-hero and wanting to be recruited into a team like the Omega friends or the Teen Titans?, is someone's actually got to pay attention to you. Ever since her conversation on Rumblr with a certain other rookie hero. Saft got it in her head that she should attempt the vigilante thing once or twice. Sure she wasn't up for stopping any big crimes yet, but something like a bank robbery shouldn't be too hard to handle. Afterall, No one wants the cash they're trying to make a run with set on fire now do they?

Once the parental guardians are fast asleep, Saft decides to raid her wardrobe for something suitable to wear outdoors. Sewing sadly isn't her forte, so for now she dons a black sweater and a black bike helmet she managed to nab off her foster dad, the visor's black enough so no one would be able to make out who she was underneath it.

Once she heads outside however she's just gonna cruise the streets for a while on her bicycle, (YES HER BICYCLE OF ALL THINGS. She's trying to save up for her own car!) Until something unusual catches her eye.]

Geeze, We live in a city full of super heroes and super creeps. I thought the night life would at least picked up at some point.

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[Wait. Who is...Is seriously wearing a sweater and bike helmet?]

[Okay, so he had no room to talk because he hadn't even had a mask to start off with, but still!]

[The leader gives a mocking pitiful look.] Mom left when I was a kid, so I don't know any better. Please let me go.

[The other goons snicker, pulling out weapons. These guys don't have any guns, but they've got expandable batons like you see riot police using in extreme situations.]

[Up above, Grey Matter keeps working on his rewiring of the speaker system in the store. Okay, just a little more here...a tad there...]

Sorry, can't do.

I'm handing you guys over to the proper authorities.

[Yikes, weapons... Not good. At least if anything goes wrong she can set something alight and make a quick run for it. Not very heroic but, rather she get away during her first crime fighting spree and not come home with bruises, cut and the like that she'd have to explain to the foster parents.]

Just you try that, little girl.

[Two guys rush at her, nightsticks raised and ready to start beating her. She doesn't look like a superhero. This would also teach a lesson to anyone else trying to pretend to be one.]

[Realizing that just sound isn't going to do it, Grey Matter's been fussing with the air conditioning unit which suddenly blasts out some insanely cold air. The temperature drops from a mild 73 degrees Farenheit to 20.]

What's going on?!

...!

[Don't flinch, don't flinch! Crud she's flinching. Way to show off your heroing skills but wait, what just happened? What's with the cold air?]

...What the?

[Ben also shivers, dropping down to Saft's shoulder in a crouch. He grins at her.]

Follow my lead.

[He covers where his ears would be.]

In three...two...

Where did you--

One.

[There is suddenly an unholy shrieking that fills the store. The bad guys howl in pain, grabbing at their own ears, but the damage has been done.]

[Watching the strange grey little frog man, Saft goes and covers her ears, wincing once the loud shriek hits everyone's ears. Why the hell did she let herself get into this mess?]

[Ben mentally ticks down the seconds until the sound shuts itself off. Then he leaps off of the girl's shoulder and hops over to one of the guys, reaching out to dig his fingers into a pressure point on the back of the guy's neck to momentarily cut off blood flow to his brain. The thug drops to the floor, Ben hopping away before he can get squashed.]

One down, four to go. [He looks to the girl in the motorcycle helmet.] Gonna need some help here!

[At least the gang is major-league disoriented by the shrill noise.]

Oh...right!

[Incoming thug coming up right behind her, as he swings an arm around to grab her by the neck, She notices and flinches just a bit, bringing her hands up to defend her only for them both to summon flames up in them.

...Well that's certainly going to set off the sprinklers.]

C'mon, really!? Ugh!

[The thug blinks for a second and then decides to try attacking again.]

Yeah, because attacking the girl with the flamey hands is a good idea right now.

[While Saft deals with him, Ben hops out of the way of one swinging their baton, moving so that he's perched on another's shoulder. The one who swung their weapon tries to hit Ben again as his buddy raises his hands in protest, but Ben hops away once more, letting the first take out the second with the missed attack.]

You guys aren't very good at this, are you?

The Second Scale [Action]

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