Germany's Finest

“Oh you have a chauffeur? Fancy. And that sounds nice. I do have plenty of questions about your gear. It truly is unique” He smiles at her. Watching her gear move about. “What restaurant were you thinking?”

“Indeed I do and refreshments are kept in a cooler compartment should either of us desire a drink along the way to the restaurant.“ Margarethe responded while she pulled her smartphone from her jacket’s right pocket. Her driver was quickly contacted via text message.

“Oh that sounds lovely. I have a rather large amount of free time durring mid week for some reason. No one seems to be active much. Then again it is mid summer and hot as can be.” He chuckles with a smile, directing his attention back to her from her gear.

“Im a firm believer in that all parts you see of a kit or outfit are 100% of use. Weather designed that way or not. Everything has its use. But I do quite like it.” He says smiling.

“Excellent. Given that the police have to collect these villains before we can leave the area, shall I call my chauffeur? I know of a nearby restaurant which provides excellent food.”

“Hmm. I of course would hold them to that high expectation. Some of the best hero items come from Germany. Id be lying if I said I didnt have any German tech for my crew. I would love to learn more about this equipment and maybe more about your quirk if you have free time some time?” He says smiling at her. He walks around her admiring the cannons and the whole outfit as one. It was very well made and it, to him, was quite amazing. He is a tech geek after all.

“How about we chat over lunch? My schedule is quite busy otherwise.“ Margarethe responded. The blonde scheduled her time beforehand, living in a rather regimented manner with many of her meals being planned not only in terms of time but content as well.

“Oh very nice to meet you. Your from Germany yes?” He shakes her hand with a smile. “And it is a rarity around here. Its good to see another foreigner.” He looks back at her equipment looking over it carefully. “Man this looks really cool. I should open a development lab in Germany… Can you tell me about it at all? Im kind of a tech nerd when it comes to others equipment.” He lifts his visor up and smiles at her. He himself was a manufacturer of equipment for heros.

“Ja, I am. Nice that you can tell.“The blonde responded. Of course, it did help that her hero costume had flags from various points in German history on it and she was carrying a flag on a stylised spear.

“Go ahead if you feel confident in your abilities. I warn you that my countrymen have exceptionally high standards for quality in engineering.“ She responded encouragingly with a slight playfulness to her tone.

Max jumped at the sound of the shots, figuring someone just took a shot at him. He hears the commotion happen behind him and smiles. Grabbing the villain attacking him and knocking him off balance, picking him up and body slamming him into the ground. Max shook his head standing, the body slam jarring himself a little more then her expected. Turning to the hero who helped him. “Thank you. That would have been a real pain in the back” He chuckles. He looks at the tech she had and gawked at it. He was a sucker for fine engineering. “Im Mad Max. Im a local hero in these parts, thank you for the help. Thats some really impressive tech you have there…”

“Nice to meet you, Mad Max. I am Bismarck. Not terribly often that I meet another foreigner.“ Margarethe responded before offering a handshake. She could tell from the accent that he was from the USA. Where exactly in the USA, however, she could not tell as she was not that familiar with the accents of the region.

If you write a selfless hero, let them get mad at people.

If you write a cold-hearted villain, let them cry.

If you write a brokenhearted victim, let them smile again.

If you write a bold leader, let them seek guidance.

If you write a confident genius, let them be wrong, or get stumped once in a while.

If you write a fighter or a warrior, let them lose a battle, but let them win the war.

If you write a character who loses everything, let them find something.

If you write a reluctant hero, give them a reason to join the fight.

If you write a gentle-hearted character who never stops smiling, let that smile fade and tears fall in shadows.

If you write a no one, make them a someone.

If you write a sibling, let them fight and bicker, but know that at the end of the day they’ll always have each other’s back.

Great another slug fest. Why does it always seem to end up in the middle of the road beating the hell out of each other. Max had chased down two villains and the faster one managed to slip away but the slower one was bigger. So he was putting up a pretty good fight. Blow after blow they slugged it out. The impacts of the punches tearing up the pavement. Damn it how long was this gonna be before back up came. Max was too distracted with the villain duking it out with him to notice the other villain had came back and was sneaking up on Max with a rather large knife.

Just as the man was unaware of the villain trying to stab him in the back, so too was the villain unaware that another pro hero had joined the fight. The sudden sound of an explosion signalled a pair of shells being sent zipping through the air. Before the knife-wielding man was any the wiser, the shots found their mark and exploded upon his back.

The villain was coated a sticky, quick-drying substance based on rubber cement. Within seconds, it immobilised him as though he had been encased in a layer of concrete.

First: a kiss on the lips

Second: a kiss on the cheek

Third: a kiss on the forehead

Fourth: a hug