Downtown Proprius Street Corner:
Oscar wiped the ice cream from his face as he legged it across the street, gritting his teeth in frustration. Goddammit. He was so frustrated and mad that I cant write it because it'd use too many of AAO's naughty words and then i'd have to like censor them all and that just looks silly. Why bother. I'm lazy.
While you were distracted by reading my nonsense, Oscar Fishlips Jones made it into an alley, slinking into the shadows like a sea slug of evil. He disappeared into the back alley and quickly slipped into...
Frosty Dave's Snow Cone Shop:
Frosty Dave stood at the counter, a dead, empty stare out the door as cars and passengers passed by. Ever since that Doux Dimanche Ice Cream Parlor had come to town, his snow cone shop with three tables and a fake Hawaiian tiki hut had been barren and empty, with only his employees smoking the weeds out back to keep him company. There were funeral parlors livelier than Frosty Dave's right now; the place was dead and everyone knew it, but Dave struggled to hold on for just a bit longer. He looked solemnly at the pristine cases of snow, the still-full boxes of cones. Frosty Dave briefly considered impaling himself on one of the empty cones and ending it all-- But no. He had a family. This was all he had.
Then. The bell jangled. Dave's eyes widened in shock-- Someone was in! Holy crap a miracle! Dave didn't want to waste any time; even if they'd only stumbled in by accident, he had to make the sale. He walked up to Oscar Jones.
Oscar Jones took a seat, panting and heaving as he stumbled into one of the wobbly chairs near the door. He flipped out a black cellphone-- He had to call his partner. What was his name again? Bolpo? He'd just say "hey, you". That was less awkward. Why wasn't he picking up? Suddenly, Oscar felt his own pocket begin to vibrate, and he remembered. Oh right, I took his goddamn phone.
So he was alone, and partner-less. No weapons. No ride. And sitting in a Frosty Dave's. It was the last part that sobered Oscar to the fact that he'd hit rock bottom.
"Hello, sir, would you like anything today?"
Oscar slowly turned to the Dave.
"...You got a car?"
A week later, Frosty Dave would be found in the Frosty Dave's Freezer Room. Curiously, the autopsy revealed the death to be food poisoning from the deadly Fugu dish. His car was missing.
St. Martha's Academy - Requiem:
"Attention, students. There has been a supervillain incident in the city square today. Although the situation has been dealt with, for the student body's safety, classes will be cancelled for the rest of the day. Please have a nice day."
"Thank god," Izzy muttered, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and producing an iPod from her pocket. She popped in her earbuds, contemplating if she should really be happy that lives have been endangered and potentially lost now. They pulled the "supervillain incident" about every week honestly, and she'd gotten desensitized to it by now. The words "supervillain incident" were so common to her now... People could have died, property was DEFINITELY destroyed. Was it really okay for things to continue this way? Another attack could happen at any moment, and she could be squashed into paste by debris before any superhero could even leap into costume. And then some other girl would get out for the day, thanking god for another supervillain attack. Not even Volt Maxim could protect everyone. This whole city was a time bomb waiting to go off, and sooner or later, there would be some disaster and the ones paying would be the civilians, helpless to protect themselves. That was their fate as weak, powerless humans caught up in an endless struggle between-- Hey, was that Leslie?
"Hey, Leslie!" Izzy said, pausing her music as she approached her friend, sitting on a bench with her head down, writing in a book. Studying? Leslie? That was a first.
"Wow, I've never seen you study before," Izzy said, peering over, "Who are you and what have you done with--"
Leslie suddenly turned around, allowing Izzy to see her left eye and left hand both missing from her body. "Huh? Sorry, couldn't hear you, my left ear's busy."
"JESUS CHRIST," Izzy jumped before remembering who she was talking to. She glanced down at the book, which, far from any school-related books, was filled with names and brief scribbled sentences, too illegible to read. Izzy looked at her friend, a steely look of concentration in her eyes as she gazed at nothing in particular-- This was the most focused Izzy had ever seen the usually frazzled girl.
"I'm doing some recon work." Leslie explained, gesturing at her hand that wasn't there. "Lefty has my eye and ear and we're following that girl I ran into earlier... 'Soul Sachikawa' is her name."
"Isn't that like. A crime?"
"What?" Leslie's body shook.
"Yeah, invasion of privacy? I dunno why don't you just ask her?"
"Because I'm a mess of anxiety and spying is easier." Leslie said, scribbling down some more words.
Izzy tilted her head around awkwardly. "Oookay, but just so you know... This, what's happening here? Sorta creepy. Just saying."
"I-I'm not like! Creeping!" Leslie tried to defend herself, "This is just! You know! Recon!"
"Recon for what? Are you gonna fight her?" Izzy's eyes lit up. "Holy crap please fight her. I will film it and we'll make so much money."
"Who would want to see that? Two supers fighting for little to no reason?"
"There's big money in that! People will pay good money to watch hordes of supers punching each other."
"I'm not going to fight her!" Leslie said, "I just need to know her abilities and powers and stuff... Just... in case I guess? I don't know, my mentor told me to!"
"Why? She sounds paranoid to me." Izzy said, sticking in her headphones. "I wouldn't worry too much about her, Leslie. You could be non-creepily checking out way cooler people. Like me. I'm cool."
Leslie lowered her gaze. She stared down at the notes she'd taken wearily, uncertain of what to do. After a moment, a hand suddenly climbed across the ground before leaping back onto Leslie's arm. From there, an eye and ear reformed, slotting back into place on her head.
"Maybe you're right." Leslie said, shutting the book. "Wanna arcade or something?"
Izzy grinned. "Now you're talking."