#ask ratso

Rhino: Is your muse wanted for something? What item do they value most? What is the bounty on your muse's head? (If they have one.)

The crew are wanted for destruction of public and government property, mass aggravated assault, and evading arrest. They also may or may not have multiple attempts of second-degree murder; this would largely depend on whether or not the Chans decided to press charges against them. This all combines into what is likely a rather sizable bounty on their heads, which can make certain things more of a hassle for them. The prevalence of background checks makes it extremely difficult for them to get legitimate jobs, be able to rent most apartments, or get admitted into most hospitals without tipping off federal authorities.

“Animals seem ta really like ‘er, ‘specially tha domesticated ones,” Cobra said.

Even though the monks decided against kicking them out, they still needed to deal with the crews’ unruliness. They eventually decided on temporarily pulling them from their training and having them perform repairs throughout the monastery, which more often than not involved hard labor, and served to use up all the energy that would have otherwise gone into their destructive behaviour.

It took quite a bit of time, and a saintly amount of patience on the monks’ part, but eventually even Ice got the message. Once they agreed to cut the crap, they were allowed to continue their training.

After even more time, and another saintly amount of patience on the monks’ part, their teachings finally started to sink in. The three began to mature past their vindictiveness and selfishness, as well as starting down paths that would eventually enable them to address their personal issues in a healthier manner.

Once they completed their training, they returned to the world at large, leaving the monastery with the promise that the doors would always be open for them. Rather than turning to crime, they decided to make more extensive use of their collective engineering skills, working for a body and detail shop to start up their funds before eventually opening one of their own, while doing the occasional project on the side.

offthehook: 4/10

All was quiet in the apartment building; anybody who was still up at practically midnight appeared to have some consideration for their neighbors and was keeping the noise and light level down. The sound of late night traffic could occasionally be heard from the street below, but it was more like background noise than anything, easy to ignore. It was actually peaceful tonight.

Well, was.

A crack, rather like thunder, suddenly emanated from the apartment of a certain former Enforcer, accompanied by a blinding flash of green-yellow light. These both only lasted for about a half a second before fading, accompanied by the much duller thud of something hitting the floor.

“Ow!”

That thing, at first glance, appeared to be a human in his late teens, dressed in a navy long-sleeved shirt, khaki cargo pants, and sneakers; his hair was short and dark blue in color, with three spiky bangs that somehow managed to stick almost straight up, and was accompanied by a short goatee, the point of which was especially noticeable on his round face.

Of course, that same first glance would also reveal the large bat-like wings and long, scaly tail that sprouted out of his back and spine, as well as the fact that there were razor sharp claws where his hands were supposed to be and his eyes were solid red and glowing.

He crouched on all fours, claws digging into the floor and lips pulled back to reveal a mouth full of pointed fangs. After a few seconds of nothing else happening, he started to relax, wings furling closer to himself as he pulled his claws out of the floor and leaned back into a squat. He let out a sigh and squeezed his eyes shut as he reached up to rub at a temple. “Ugh...I guess that’s why you’re not supposed to touch the figurine.”

When his eyes opened again, they were much more human looking, with normal pupils and amber irises over white sclera. They quickly widened when he finally started to look around and noticed where he was.

This...wasn’t the temple. And it definitely wasn’t Uncle’s shop or Section 13.

There was a crisp chill in the breeze that blew through the Rockies, despite the fact that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Their famous purple tint could be seen in the crags and precipices farther away, but the closer ones were a much less breathtaking mix of greens, browns, and greys. At this time of year, only the evergreens still had their leaves; brown oaks and white aspens reached up toward the sky with bare branches and near skeletal twigs.

The narrow roads that wound around and between the mountains were fairly busy with traffic, as people took advantage of the clear weather to enjoy a day among nature. Among those vehicles was a black van, nearly taking up the entire road with its size. Fist sat at the wheel, his eyes repeatedly flicking to the right as he drove, as he tried to make sure the van didn’t go off the road...and over the cliff that ended just a couple feet past the shoulder.

Ice, who sat in the front passenger seat, was doing a much better job of ignoring said cliff, focusing instead on the map that was folded out in front of him. “Aight, looks like tha town should be just ‘round this corner.”

As the road curved to the left, the cliff started to extend further beyond the shoulder, gradually morphing into a narrow valley. At the far end, a small cluster of buildings could be faintly seen.

“There it is,” Ice said as he started to fold up the map. “Twin Creeks.”

Once they had crossed a creaky wooden bridge over a dry river bed, they had entered the town proper. Many of the buildings they passed were visibly old, with siding of slightly warped wooden planks and dusty windows. The road itself was unpaved dirt, and the sidewalks were also made of wood slats. The largest building was also the only one with two floors, and Fist pulled the van into a large dirt plot located across the street from it.

As the three climbed out, the faint hushing of a nearby river could be heard from behind the building. Plenty of other people were walking up and down the sidewalks, looking at the various buildings and checking out the small shops, and another vehicle drove up or down the road every few minutes.

“Pretty hoppin’ for a ghost town,” Cobra idly commented as he looked around.

“Yeah.” Ice nodded towards the two-story building, which held a slightly faded sign reading “Twin Creeks Lodge.” “Come on, lessee what we can find out here first.”

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Alright! Looks like we have our players. Now to describe the plot and how this will work:

offthehook: As I mentioned in a previous ask, the show doesn’t give us much in the way of information when it comes to the boys--certainly not as much as other characters. But while that has its drawbacks, it also has its opportunities. The boys can be taken in so many different directions while still adhering closely to canon, and it’s really fascinating to see. I personally love reading other people’s interpretations on the boys; there’s been a lot of variety in what I’ve seen so far.