Who:Damien and Static What: nothing good. When:September 29th. Late night. Where: the bad side of town Warnings: Violence, dark themes.
Virgil didn't know what to make of the future..he tried his best NOT to think about it. He didn't want to know. It looked weird. Instead he focused his energy elsewhere, in patrolling. Just because there were older versions of themselves didn't mean he was going to stop fighting crime. Stop being a hero type. That's what he was. What he loved to do, and what needed to be done. To be honest it was getting a little cramped inside the Bradbury Building anyways. There were extra people in it that just didn't belong. An extra him who he tried desperately to avoid. Patrolling helped. Always cheered him up. There was nothing like free flying. It'd been a pretty quiet night for Los Angeles considering all the temporal activity.
He'd expected more vampires. More criminals. More..anything really. Especially with all eyes off the underground and on the new arrivals. But there wasn't anything to serve as the distraction he really wanted. So it was time to call it a night. It would be dawn soon, and if he wasn't home in time for his security check in with the Bradbury he knew the others would worry. Besides he was a little whipped out. He hadn't been sleeping well since he ran into Damien in the park that night. Maybe tonight would be different. He certainly felt different already. Finally Static began to lower himself from the sky gradually toward an alley until he was within jumping range and hopped off his disk. It folded up and he stuck it inside one of his pockets of his coat.
Searching the poorly lit alley he heard something. It sounded like an empty can in the distance. Maybe just cats. The alleys were full of strays. They had nowhere else to go. Virgil ignored it. He leaned down to pick up the blue backpack with his civis in it he'd left there hours ago. The lamps over head flickered and Virgil raised a brow. He knew it was a bad side of town, but really? Flickering lamps? It felt cliche. He could fix that. Pointing a gloved finger straight up a string of electricity shot out of it like a pistol and the lamp lit up for almost a minute.
"Maybe I should have become an electrician. " He mused to no one in particular as he started to pull off his mask to put inside his backpack. Until he saw a figure a few feet away and heard that sound suddenly closer. It wasn't a can or a cat. It was a man half covered in shadow. A bouncing ball was the noise he'd heard earlier. Virgil put his mask back on and took a step forward. "Who's there?"