"All of your heroes are frauds. Just like you." || RP with RainyDayArtist || Long-term OxO || CLOSED

(Ooh, yes. I absolutely love her! <3)

(Yes, I very much adore this character! <3 Love, love, love her.)

(Unless there's anything particularly that you think we should establish, I think we're good! ^-^)

(Wherever you would like to start is perfectly fine with me. ^-^ Originally I had assumed that she was already, albeit fairly knew and not as renown as some, but now that you mention it, I think it might be more interesting to backtrack and do it from before she officially took up that title. So actually yes. If you would like to do that, I think that's a good idea!)

(No worries! Take your time. ^-^)

(It's absolutely no problem. ^-^ Don't you worry about it. I understand 1000000%.)

"We're– We're going to die–" Ally's coworker– Dimitri Kline, the mousy young man who had been unfortunate enough to be stranded in the elevator alongside her– admitted frantically, tugging the top of his collared shirt up over his face to protect his lungs from the smoke that seeped into the elevator through the open door. His thin-framed glasses had slid down to the end of his nose, the lens now dirtied from the smoke in the air. His dark eyes were wide, filled with obvious terror that he didn't bother trying to mask. He did not take nearly as much caution in being quiet, coughing and gasping. Perhaps he had not considered that the killer was still on the loose, or maybe he presumed that being killed directly was less terrifying than being burned alive of suffocating. "We are going to die in here," he repeated, his nervous tone rising slightly with each word. He coughed, the bitter smoke having made its way to his mouth despite his best efforts to protect himself from it. "There's no way out. If– if they don't know we're in here– Why, we're going to burn alive!" Tears pricked at his eyes, though whether from the agitation of the smoke or the fear that ran through his veins was unclear.

(:3)

Dimitri sank back from her, his dark eyes wide. "Sorry– I'm sorry–" he stammered, though this time much quieter than his previous complaints had been. "But I think I'd rather be murdered than cooked to death–" Though he wasn't proving to be much help, the temperature was definitely rising.

Meanwhile, two heroes continued to search the building, yanking the remaining civilians from danger and depositing them safely on the streets. Police and firemen were present, but the heroes made their jobs easier.
The third hero continued to hunt for the culprit, who had yet to be found.

(Okay so, do you think the hero's death should be like, here, towards the beginning, or after Ally has become her own hero?)

Dimitri watched her, cowering in the corner of the elevator and struggling to breath through the thick smoke that rolled into the small, enclosed space. "This smoke– it's going to suffocate us." He sank down against the wall until he was sitting on the floor. "I'm too young to die," he whined quietly. "I have a wedding in three months–" Tears streamed down his face, and he coughed violently.

(Yay for death and destruction!)

Dimitri scrambled over to her side and gripped the sharp edges of the door. He pulled with all his might– though, frankly, he was quite frail, and he made little to no progress.

Meanwhile, one of the heroes– Conner was his last name, though he'd never bothered coming up with a real alias or even concealing his identity– had been scouring for the culprit who had bothered trying to burn down the building.
The man he found standing near the flaming structure was not who he expected.
"Verdict?" Conner blanched at the sight of the villain's unmistakable attire– a dark trenchcoat and mask covering the lower half of his face. Conner reassured himself that he had no reason to worry, but he knew what Verdict was famous for. "I thought burning down buildings was beneath someone as powerful as you."
"It generally is." Verdict's voice was altered by a voice-changing device. He clearly took great caution in concealing his identity. "But I needed to get your attention, and I knew this would be the perfect way. Consider it a farewell gift, from me to you." He twisted the mini flame thrower in his hand. "Ah, but there are still people in there. You might want to run and fetch them before we continue further."
"The others will get them. You're under arrest." Conner took several steps closer to Verdict.
"I'm under arrest?" Verdict snorted out a laugh. "How cute. Well, you have death sentence, so I reccomend you save those people first. Make your last act a good one, would you?"

(Apologies for being inactive. My laptop is broken, so I haven't been online much. I expect to get a new one soon, and this will no longer be an issue. Also, I have been considering ways for the hero to die, and I wanted to consult your opinion. Would it be more interesting if Ally got to witness the hero's murder?)

Dimitri stifled a cough, too, looking at her with a bit of confusion. He might've had a lot of booksmarts, but he was dreadfully lacking in the area of common sense and street smarts. "Shirt? Oh– you mean…?" He hesitated before tugging his own collar up over his nose and letting out another loud hack of a cough.

Conner narrowed his eyes. "No. If I leave, you'll flee– like the coward you are."
Verdict chuckled darkly. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere. Perhaps you forgot, but I arranged this meeting myself. Now, run along. Save your people. I'll be waiting."

(Brilliant, my friend! Let's make them run off to hide and witness the end of poor Conner's existence, shall we? ^-^)

Dimitri pushed with all of his might, straining against the door. He coughed and choked on the smoky air, unable to fight the tears that burned in his dark eyes.
By some miracle– or maybe Ally's determination– Dimitri managed to squeeze through the little opening, grunting as he finally came free of the elevator's gasp. A relieved gasp escaped him, followed by another hacking cough.

"You must think I'm stupid if you really believe I'm going to leave you here unattended." Conner stepped forward, his eyes lighting up white as electricity pulsed through his body, his powers channelling through him. "I don't want to kill you, but I'm taking you in one way or another."
"I'm afraid you're incorrect." Verdict calmly tugged at his coat's sleeve. "You won't be taking me anywhere."

(Yes. Yes it does. I'm a little dark sometimes when it comes to fictional settings. X'D)

"Let's get out of here–" Dimitri rasped, sticking close to her– though whether out of loyalty or fear was unclear. Quite possibly the latter. "I don't know how long we have before–" He was interrupted by a violent cough. "Before the whole building comes down!" His chest ached from the smoke he'd sucked in; his eyes burned. He was quite convinced that, even if he made it out of here alive, he'd keel over just from the amount of smoke he'd taken in.

Conner stepped closer, shooting bolts of electricity in Verdict's direction. They bounced and skittered across the ground, bright things that shot wildly– though, the burst he had fired at Verdict was no where near enough to kill the villain. No, no, no. Conner didn't want him dead; he merely wanted to stun the man.
But the burst of lightning did neither.
Verdict extended an open, gloved hand– which absorbed every bit of the electricity. His hands lit up from the intensity of the light; sparks of electricity crawled up his arms and down his body, yet he was unfazed.
"Wh– How did you–" Conner's eyes widened slightly, but his expression hardened into a glare once again. He was still far from afraid of this man.
Verdict let out an amused hum. "Impressive light show, but highly inefficient."

Dimitri tried to hurry along after her, wheezing and coughing from the amount of smoke he'd inhaled. "Oh, thank heaven! Maybe we won't die today." He refused to lose her, because as far as he was concerned, she was probably his only hope of getting out of this place. He clearly wasn't going to get out on his own.

"Verdict, please cooperate. I don't want to kill you," Conner insisted. "I swear you'll get a fair trial. I'll make sure of it."
Verdict flat out laughed. "Fair trial? Oh, you fool. There's nothing fair about the system. The only fair judgements are the ones I make after long and careful consideration, and I'm afraid you've been deemed guilty."
"Guilty?" Conner echoed, electrical sparks rolling off of him again, disappearing into the ground. "Says the man who kills the people who would save others."
"Oh, my friend. You know good and well that neither you nor your comrades save others." Verdict unsheathed a short sword– maybe it should've been considered a dagger?– from his belt, running a gloved finger over the blade. "You know you are monsters. I know you're monsters. I've seen what you all do when you think no one knows. I know. And I know that you're most definitely guilty."
Conner didn't respond. Maybe he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Maybe he was shocked. Either way, that was all Verdict needed. He pressed a button on a cuff attached to his arm– one of his many beautiful devices that he so meticulously crafted– and instantly teleported behind Conner, running the dagger through his back, through his spine.
A scream echoed throughout the surrounding area, and it was Conner's.
Electricity shot more violently from Conner's body as he collapsed, though the current couldn't affect Verdict, who was protected from the blast due to his tech. Conner– alive but in agony– writhed on the ground, attempting to keep himself from going into shock from pain alone. Maybe he was paralyzed? He couldn't tell. All he knew was pain.
"Apologies, Mr. Conner," Verdict said, wiping the blood off on his pants leg. "But this is the final verdict."

Dimitri saw it, too, though he looked more petrified than anything– his face blanching noticeably, his eyes round, flooding with tears. He would've screamed had he not been frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. He felt as if he might just collapse, pass out right then and there.

Conner could hardly register what was happening due to the amount of agony he was currently in, but he attempted to push himself back to his knees, anyways. The problem was that he couldn't move normal; everything from his waist down as undoubtedly ruined, and the pain that shot up his spine was no better. The sparks that leaped from his body died down as he lost the strength to keep emitting them.
"You can't– do this," he managed, twisting himself around just enough to glare at his attacker.
"Watch me." Verdict delivered a sharp kick to Conner's ribs, following it by another one to flip the man over onto his back.
Conner bit back another scream, grimacing in anguish.
"If only you had been real, we wouldn't be in this unfortunate position," Verdict murmured, maybe a bit too calmly. "Please know that I never wanted it to come to this, but you left me with no other choice."
Conner was either in too much pain or too hopeless at this point to reply. Either way, it didn't matter, because Verdict ran his blade deep into the man's chest. Conner screamed again, though much weaker than last time. Then he tore it out and did it again. And again. And again. Conner twitched and jerked a few times, before he stilled altogether. The dagger pierced his heart, stopped it. Conner's eyes went wide, and the life faded from them. The color drained from his face, his mouth left agape.

Dimitri fainted, thudding against the ground.

Verdict calmly ripped his weapon from the bloody form and took a glance at his surroundings.