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majjesticLACEMASKS! #12

（     •°•  ⚠  •°•         /        ⭑      ）did  cash  wanna  be  out  and  about  right  now  ?  personally,  nah.  they  could  use  a  nap  or  six,  especially  after  the  horrors  of  the  darkhold  nearly  got  them.  it  was  like  playing  a  game  on  that  one  mode  where  every  fucking  stat  is  on  the  high  and  beyond,  and  you  gotta  finish  all  the  levels  with  the  very  one  health  bar  you  got.  when  the  dome  broke  and  the  sun's  light  poured  in,  it  felt  like  a  big  ass  victory  sign.  but  now  was  the  epilogue,  and  though  they'll  never  explicitly  show  it,  seeing  some  of  the  people  dead  …  it  was  fucked  up.  which  was  why  they  were  out  today,  putting  away  ‘buzz’  and  just  being  cash  to  promote  the  queens  event  since  they'd  be  dj'ing  for  it. 

“  ey;  you  want  a  flyer,  father  …  wait,  are  you  like  a  real  priest  or  is  that  a  kinky  thing  ?  ”  the  bee  vigilante  tilts  their  head  as  they  notice  the  collar  and  all  that;  father  was  hot,  that  was  for  damn  sure,  which  made  them  question  whether  or  not  it  was  just  practice  for  pride  or  if  he  was  the  real  deal  walking  by.  if  it  was  the  latter,  it  kind  of  didn't  matter  if  they  got  told  they  were  going  to  hell  (  didn't  believe  in  all  that  anyways.  )

What had the world come to? An endless darkness seemed to overtake the city, creatures one could only see in media were now out and about and terrorizing the city and Dominic - as a member of the esteemed Sovereign Seven - was kept busy. It was expected of him to do what he could to protect the city, to protect the denizens that lived there and to stop the onslaught, but there was only so much he could do. While the zombies were able to easily be killed by flames, thank fuck that was something the pieces of media got right about them, the winged beasts and other creatures didn't seem to be too deterred by them... But at least the vast majority of creatures within the hoards were zombies, so he could prevent them from getting to important places by creating literal fire walls around them.

But keeping those flames from getting out of control and spreading where he didn't want them to required a lot of energy. More energy than he had, especially given the amount of fire walls he had created to keep certain places from being destroyed, so he had enlisted the help of the fire department to help contain them to avoid fire damage to the buildings at his expense.

After putting in a call to other heroes in the group chat, hoping others knew of other safe havens that needed to be guarded from the hoards, he had heard the plight that Whisper gave. That people were in the library, with no power and no heat, and Solaris... Well, at first Solaris didn't think it was something he needed to focus on. After all, he was trying to fight the bigger picture... But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this would look good for him. Swooping in to help a library, a place of learning, and the people that were in it.

Of course, his first thought was that people could just burn the books to keep warm - like they did in The Day After Tomorrow - but if he could help them with their heat and power situation... Well, that'd be more people to follow him and sing his praises when this shitfest was over. If it would ever be over, anyway.

Arriving at the library, Solaris sent a message to Whisper to let him know he arrived before he walked in and was greeted with gasps as people recognized who he was. "Oh my God, it's Solaris!" "Wow, he's hotter in person..." "Well, yeah, he controls fire..." "Not what I meant." As people approached, asking him if he was coming to save them, Solaris smiled and moved to put his hands on someone's shoulder. "I'm going to do my best to keep you safe," he answered truthfully just as Whisper came in. "Ah, Whisper. I heard you had protected these citizens and kept them safe... Any thing I can do to help you?"

Nothing like a walk around downtown after a long day at work to see how… things were. His identity as Smoke from the False Mask Society was a very well-kept secret that only those within the group knew of - even if his reputation as Smoke within the criminal underworld was well cemented and known. Regardless, Alistair did like to stroll down the less fortunate areas. Where the dangerous crowds meet, where poverty and hunger walked hand in hand with drug addictions and booze. For those who knew him, for those who recognized the politician from his work, he would say he was taking on a walk on areas more abandoned by society to search for a way to help them - when honestly, the villain just wanted to see who was around and locate potential minions for minor jobs later down the line. Why send bishops and knights into the fray when pawns were always the first to be sacrificed? For every task, there was the perfect tool, and junkies were definitely one of the better ones for menial tasks. But his steps halt when someone stops before him, the spark of metal from a knife in the man's hand forcing Alistair to arch one of his eyebrows. Was he… was he being mugged? Like someone in that fucking city was about to attempt to rob him? "Ye' can' be serious." His smirk was a deadly weapon in itself, making the junkie curse even louder as he waved his knife in what he assumed to be a menacing manner. "Do ye' know who I am, luv?" The politician makes no attempts to draw his wallet. In fact, he slides his hands into the pockets of his pants and lifts his chin in a clear challenge. It would take him less than a second to choke that bastard and see the light go out in his eyes - but credit when credit was due, man! Someone was trying to rob him! That was a bloody first! "Ye' wan' to rob me with that toothpick ye' call knife? Mate, I've seen bigger than those at the butcher down the street." The more he taunted, the more unhinged the robber was becoming. The more likely he was to commit a mistake and he… would have his fun. "Come on. If yer' goin' to rob me, make me actually fear for my life. I know people far scarier than ye' and I still don' have nightmares, bruv. Come on. Put some backbone into it, aye?"