NationStates Jolt Archive

"A costume, like mine, also protects you, keeps you from getting injured."

"Hmm, I've been wondering about that. Whilst I'm not a fan of the whole superhero costume look, that one you've got there is like nothing I've ever seen or even heard of. What's it made of?"

As the pair walked down the street, towards a less desirable part of town, Ed kept his senses keen and his ability at the ready. Whilst he and Rio did have a distinct advantage over most street thugs, the element of surprise could sometimes decide a battle before it even got started.

"I think I'd be more comfortable with the body armour and a few other useful items as opposed to the whole tights and cape thing."

Roger was happy that Duo ate fast. They were done soon after the two he was looking at had finished, and he left cash for the bill. "Come on," he said to Duo, heading in the direction the two had traveled. "I think I'm on to something."

It wasn't hard for Roger to follow the footsteps. The smells from the diner, and especially the cleaning agents, were easy to follow. That, and for some reason, Roger thought that he could smell sulfurous compounds. He was trying to run through what he knew about that produced the iconic smell, but nothing in the human body emitted an odor unless heated above normal temperature. Something was not normal about the two.

"Ok," Duo nodded and followed.

Nickoli passed out the flyers. He marveled at the creativity the people in this country had. he could've sworn that those makeups were real.

"Here sir, great food at Ginos in the Eatery room." he passed several flyers to customers and hucksters alike.

Marco, his bodyguard, was late. he said he was going to check out someone who seemed to be tailing them, as he dropped Nickoli off at the convention.

He looked down at his slightly oversized shirt and pulled the baseball cap down on his head. both sported the words "Gino's Catering". hopefully it would be an adequate disguise.

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Marco looked up at his captors. his right eye swollen shut and his left reduced to a bruised squint.

"I'm telling you, I don't know where he is. I was looking for him when your men picked..." His sentence was cut short as a fist slammed into the side of his head.

"Enough. the Hunter will be here soon. we'll find the child soon enough." a rough voice spoke out beyond the torturer. "Get rid of this loyalist garbage. we haven't much time."

Marco spat into the darkness and slumped over as the sound of a silenced pistol coughed twice.