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New Wings [Private RP -- Closed]

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Shootshootshoot! Gosh, dangit!

Avery jumped and scurried away, disappearing behind a building and shifted back. She paused for a moment before stepping out to the new villain, her eyebrows raised as if she was mildly surprised.

"Mind explaining to me why a cat just ran past me like its tail was on fire?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Where did you go, shadow man?" Megan muttered quietly to herself as she spun around slowly. It was hard to defeat an enemy you couldn't see.

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Brella tried to smirk, but in the end, all she could do was curse. She only had a few shots left, and didn't exactly know whether whatever she did would hit home.

Still, trying is better than dying.
The walls around her didn't leave her much in the way of escape room, she might just be able to pull off a last ditch runaway if she used them to her advantage.

She leveled her palm on the heroine's face and concentrated on summoning her remaining energy. At the last second, she turned her hand to aim the blast at the wall, which disintegrated part of it and sent the rest tumbling between them. Then she took off sprinting, wings drained, towards an old brick building she'd used as refuge.

Dylan let her turn her back to him, then took a running start, jumped out of cloak and formed his daggers in the process. He aimed the daggers. He wasn't aiming to kill her, just to get her to retreat. Or at the very least, make mistakes.

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Avery blinked as the wall crumbled before her. Now she was trapped. Great…

Actually, no. She wasn't. She had powers for a reason.

Great thinking, smart one… she scolded herself as she quickly shifted into a bird and flew over. She landed on the other side of the debris, hoping she hadn't used her ability too much. When the light-headedness that usually came with overuse didn't come, she sighed in relief and glanced around for the woman she was fighting.

Megan turned back around and cursed under her breath at the sight of the now-visible man she had been battling. She usually better at listening for things like this.

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(Wait, so does Dylan hit or miss?)

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(I didn't realize he threw them. Whoops. Sorry.
Um… Hit one of her wings, it should pierce it.)

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(He didn't throw, he jumped at her. I'll just….)
Dylan had alerted the falcon girl to his position, and she wheeled around, much to his dismay. He ended up hitting her wing, but this time, with actual force behind his daggers, they dug in, and he found himself hanging on for dear life as he held onto her thrashing wing.
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Brella made it to the safety of her hideout, licking her wounds all the way there. As a symbol of good luck, Avery either didn't follow, or didn't know where she went. Placing her hand on her scanner, she fueled it with what little power she could snag from a light post and ran inside.

The inside wasn't so bad. For a second base set up just a weak prior, a little love and some mechanical work had turned it into a budding workshop.

She laid down on her worktable and lazily shook off her boots and gauntlets.

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(Do we want them to run into each other soon?)

Megan gasped as a sudden weight was added to her, and she looked over to see the man hanging onto her wing. He had dug his daggers into the appendage, and it now showed that it was completely fake. The metal "bones" were revealed and wires crackled from being slashed.

"Are you kidding me? Gosh, they are not going to be happy about this," she muttered under her breath as she gave a hard push of her wings, trying to dislodge Dylan.

Avery sighed and rubbed her head. She would have to shift again to try and find her, so that was exactly what she did.

Back into her wolf form, she sniffed around where she had landed, searching for the woman's scent. Soon catching it, she followed the smell until she came to a building, where the villain must have been hiding.

@Mr.Misfit

(Yeah. We cluld have Megan try to retreat and drag Dyaln all the way to Avery.)

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(Sure.)

Megan lifted off the ground. If she couldn’t shake him off, maybe she could drop him.

“Would you just let go?” she shouted down to him as she flew away.

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"Nope!"

Dylan dug chains into the wing, praying he wouldn't fall. He knew he could catch himself, but it wouldn't be comfortable, and trying to manage it while spinning from however far up would probably hurt. This was a game of outlast.

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Megan grumbled under her breath about “stupid, clingy heroes” and pushed herself up higher. How her wing was still working as damaged as it was, she had no idea, but she didn’t really care as long as it was working.

She flew off toward the city where she could usually be found and looked for somewhere to drop the man. An old building came into view, and she grinned. If she could drop him on its roof, maybe he would be stuck there.

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Dylan's grip was slipping, fast, and holding onto the wing was becoming more and more of a pain. What's more, he was far from the familiar city he knew, off in territory he'd never been to.

If this is where you came from, Dylan thought, it's a wonder this place is still in one piece.

She could feel the Falcon girl descending, and his stomach began to turn. A finger at a time, he grip failed him, and he began plummeting towards an old building. Without control, he couldn't focus enough to break his fall.

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Avery’s sharp ears picked up a new sound coming from overhead, and she glanced up to see the Red Falcon dropping a man on the roof of the building. Her eyes widened as the man’s grip seemed to loosen, until he eventually fell toward the hard roof.

Immediately, she had shifted into a small bird and shot up to the top of the building. She wouldn’t be able to catch him, but maybe she could help slow his fall. As soon as she had safely landed, she changed again and stuck the strong trunk of a silver elephant out to catch the man.

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He felt his back hit something, and waited for the rest of his body to hit the same thing. Instead, the surface he landed on seemed to fall back, giving the rest of his body a way to slow down. He hesitantly opened his eyes to find the now black sky still above him. And under him, the trunk of an elephant.

Dylan panicked and kicked off the great beast, landing on his feet and bracing himself. The elephant didn't quite react, and Dylan was left feeling ever more confused as he and the animal stared at each other. Off in the distance, the Falcon girl flew away, leaving him on the roof.

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Avery shifted back into her original form, grateful for the silver mask around her eyes. She inspected the man before her curiously, wondering how he’d come in contact with the Red Falcon, who was her usual villain.

“Are you all right?” she asked, her voice soft in case he happened to recognize her her from anywhere.

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(Are they actually supposed to know each other here?)

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(No, not yet. I’m thinking they end up knowing each other in their human lives as well as their hero lives, and one of them slowly starts to figure out about the other.)

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(So like miraculous, but they actually do figure it out?)

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(Lol. I tried to watch that but never really got into it. Sure, if that’s how you want to put it.)

@Mr.Misfit

(I couldn't either. My girlfriend tried to get me into it, but I slipped out…)

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(Oof. My best friend was trying g to get me into it, but she failed. Lol.
So, did you want to respond?)

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(Yes'm!
One other thing I just realized…. Dylan doesn't wear a mask. He's pretty plainly obvious. )

Blinking at her drastic transformation, Dylan almost forgot to cloak to keep his name a secret. He did so as quickly as he could, then answered, "Fine. Thanks for the hand… or the trunk, I guess. You look a little thrashed yourself, if I'm being honest."

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(Oof… Then Avery would know who he was… Let’s say he cloaked before she saw him, then.)

Avery sighed and rubbed at the spot under her right eye. “Yeah, it’s been a long evening already. You didn’t happen to see a woman with neon wings while you were up there, did you?”

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Dylan sighed and chuckled, "Nope, I was too busy holding on to Mrs. Birdie's metal wings." He turned around, did a double take on what the shape-shifter just said, and turned back, "Wait, neon wings? That's Wings. She's here?"

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Wings? I guess that makes sense…

"Yeah. I think she's inside, but I couldn't get in," Avery explained with a nod. "And the villain you were struggling against is the Red Falcon. She normally fights me… I'm guessing Wings is your villain?"

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"Yep," Dylan replied, "Otherwise known as royal pain in my rear. She's the cause of the last 50 blackouts we had in the city…" He paused, then corrected himself, "in my city. Ah, and she has a bad habit of stealing electricity and using it to fry you in the form of pure energy."

He uncloaked his hand and held it out to the shape-shifter, "Shadow, by the way. Umbra-kinetic and master of the disappearing act."

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Avery smiled and shook his hand. “Aspect; shapeshifter and leader of my small team. Who, unfortunately, are all on their own missions tonight, so you are unable to meet them. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Shadow.”

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"At least you have a team." He replied, "I have to deal with that bundle of fury all by myself." Dylan shivered slightly with the cold wind and added, "At least where I come from its warmer. Maybe we should find a place to relax and think through the next few days. I need to figure out how to chase Wings back home, and we both need to prevent The Red Falcon from bothering another city."

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Avery nodded slowly, looking thoughtful as she looked around. She had a place she could take him, but she would have to make sure her girls weren’t there first.

“I might have a much warmer place to talk if you’d like. I’ll have to make a quick call first, though,” she explained, glancing back in the direction his voice was coming from.

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Dylan turned his back to her, decloaked, and walked to the opposite edge of the roof to show he wouldn't be intrusive. He stopped to take a few notes down about The Red Falcon.

Mechanical wings, capable of supporting a decent weight. Damage resistant.

After stowing his notebook he looked out at the city. It seemed a little larger than his own, but without a proper flyover Dylan couldn't quite tell. The buildings were certainly taller, though. His was a lot of neighborhoods surrounded by factories, which had made Wings' attacks truly disruptive to the families and industry of the area. Here, she could cause just as much chaos, but worse, she may actually decide to stay here for the information.