Who: Static and OPEN What: exploring on his own and getting into sunspot trouble! power explosions, yay! When:evening. Where: in the city! Warnings: depends on whoever tags in.
It was a new city and he hadn't even dared to go out in it yet. He was scared sure, but Virgil wasn't the kind to sit back and let it own him. That, and he was pretty sure he could feel a layer of dust starting to grow on his thin metal flying disk. It wasn't a good feeling when Virgil shook out his relatively new black and blue trench coat with golden yellow accents spew with dust. He felt nervous indoors. He felt it, and he was pretty damn sure Bart could too but was just being nice about it. Virgil had to get over his fear. He wasn't in Chicago anymore. It was Kansas. He had an amulet on from Buffy and the others, they were welcome again and it was safe from..demons anyway. So what was the problem? Virgil Hawkins wasn't a kid who could fight demons, or knew mysterious Latin, or hell could even be away from his dad and sister more than a week. He was just a kid with meta abilities. But being Static kept him in balance..and that was something he needed terribly. So come the sunset, Virgil changed into his new gear which he'd re-designed himself. New gear for a new start.
A midnight blue glove stretched toward his and Bart's window with an intention to open it as he powered up his disk with a tiny jolt of electricity. Only the jolt on the window wasn't so tiny. The glass blew out and downward and Virgil raised an eyebrow behind his white mask. "...oops. Probably just a fluke." That fluke left sizzling hot scorch marks on either side of the adjacent walls of the kids shared bedroom but Virgil didn't notice. With Static on the brain he flew out the window with a powerful trail of electricity behind him and hovered for a second outside the complex using his electricity like a magnet to pick up the pieces of falling glass so they didn't catch and hurt anyone below. He hovered them into the trash can in their bedroom and headed for the city.
It wasn't terribly far away and this time he was coming back, his stuff was still in their room. So he hoped Bart wouldn't worry to much. He wasn't completely defenseless. He could handle a few hours in the sky. He'd handled an entire night alone in Chicago after their fight of epic proportion. They never fought before Chicago..Virgil shook his head. That wasn't the point of getting out. He wanted to not think about it for once. Just enjoy the fresh air and freedom of the sky. Flying always made him feel better. Maybe even a little crime stopping. Yeah. That always put him in a good mood.
Virgil pushed his foot forward on the disk as if that would make it go faster, and powered up the electricity to a dull roar behind him. "Woohoo! Tell me that wasn't cool." he called to no one in particular, as he flipped through the air and landed steadily back on his disk. Showing off once he reached the active city and he saw a few heads turning his way. So maybe he had a teeny ego. He made sure to do his tricks infront of popular shops and restaurants where people where dining outdoors. Static was used to having a reputation in the city. It was time for an introduction.
all I want is a major crime, is that to much to ask for?
Static used his abilities to tap into a local police scanner station and listened. armed robbery, twenty third street.. "Yes!" He winced. That sounded to excited. He looked to his right, and then left, and impishly took off. If one thing never changed it was crime, always happened the minute the sun went down. The bad guys really thought cops hadn't caught onto their "tricks". Shadow advantage. Virgil mentally scoffed at it and followed the streets until he was tailing a police car in the air with it's sirens blaring. "This little piggy went to market, and that little piggy stole the market. Bad piggy." He said as he hovered over head of the crime in progress..a standoff outside of a bank between police and four gunmen. Every cop in Kansas must have been there, they were surrounded.
"I hope I'm not crashing the party. " Police and robbers looked up. Virgil used the distraction to his advantage and once again his powers of shockingly bright electricity jerked the weapons from their hands like magnets. But then something happened. Virgil felt it, a dull hum of electricity that he didn't create as if it were powering up. The weapons were thrown to the roof with a powerful shock that had startled even the teenage super hero who grinned it off as if it were nothing. "..my bad. I'll just bring those down for evidence.." Virgil hadn't ever over thrown anything that far?..except Richie. Once. The cops made their arrests while the kid was busy trying to recover the broken guns and his slightly bruised ego. Not exactly the introduction he was hoping for.