Who: Mars and V What: Vigilantes crossing paths. Possible secret crushing. Where: Rainier Valley When: Near midnight, Friday Warnings: Some butt-kicking, nothing major
Nothing like celebrating his first evening in town with some good, old-fashioned crime fighting. At least that was Mars' intent. He needed to grow accustomed to the streets again, get in touch with his old contacts, find out who was in need of help. Going after random thugs was good enough on principle, he supposed, but it didn't seem near as satisfying as plain old detective work. Crime didn't just begin and end with ski-masks and semi-automatics, but for now Mars was simply content to get his feet wet.
Walking along the rooftops, Mars looked anything but the classic vigilante. There was Kevlar under the expensive Italian suit, of course, hidden under black shirt and vest and the immaculate red tie. His boots were combat functional and his red gloves sensible and fire-proof. Mars' long black duster shrouded his frame, the collar high enough to obscure what the red mask across his eyes didn't. If anything, he looked like a wealthy party-goer that lost his way to the next club. Mars found it suited him just fine. Fear and intimidation wasn't the point. Stopping at the ledge of the roof, he looked down into the alley. There was commotion from this direction, enough to make him stop and observe. It seemed the previously mentioned thugs were already at work that night.
Mars carefully watched the fight from the shadows, his presence hidden to those below.