Since escaping the military transit carrier in Salmon Bay, Oliver had tried to keep his head down, blending in with the citizens of Seattle, and always having the option to disappear if things got too risky. He didn’t have an agenda like the other conduits, Fetch had her battle with Seattle’s drug-ring, and Eugene seemed hellbent on freeing suspected conduits, while Ollie simply wanted to sit back and lead a quiet life, it wasn’t as if he could use his powers for anything useful anyway.
Instead, it seemed as if living a normal life in Seattle was becoming increasingly difficult, especially with the Power-Sponge roaming around and causing chaos wherever he went.
He couldn’t help but observe though, popping up to the rooftops and watching the streets as the famous Delsin Rowe took down anyone who dared to stand in his way. As far as the teenager was aware, he was still unknown. Little did he know that Fetch had informed Delsin of his presence in Seattle, although, he rarely caused enough trouble to attract unwanted attention, the odd scuffle with the DUP or over-observant activists were unavoidable, yet he found himself smirking at the sight of someone who willingly threw himself into the firing line.
near the end of his wits, Delsin rings up his very very dear brother. Their conversation only having lasted a few minutes before the younger ended the call without a good bye, a surprise really. ducking into a vent, delsin reappears a mere second later, a good twenty stories higher with both hands by his side, smoke emitting from his palms.
hovering over a busy area, one filled with those schmucks in blue and a passing vehicle with the color scheme of a bumblebee. grinning like a loon, the conduit drops, fist ready to greet the cement pavement with a punch.
the aftermath is as expected, tiny amount of ash stood in the place of civilians while the ones further from him laid on the ground, their mouths open in an agonized screech. dispatching those who survived took a bit more time seeing as one of them kept running from him.
crouching, the akomish man hums, pondering on what kind of message he should leave to get the mysterious conduit’s attention. maybe something flashy like ‘I know you’re here’ spray painted onto the front of the building in red and white. or, maybe do something-nah, spray paint wins every time.
it took him nearly an hour to get the cardboard pieces cut up and taped into place, by the time he was done with the word ‘Y’, it was sunset. soft colours painted the right side of his face and filled the hollows of his throat. fatigue calls for rest but he refused to leave something unfinished.
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