@WaywardWendigo
OOC:
https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2900000/1#post_44395628
A dark form slunk through the back alleys of Tokyo city, green eyes alight with an eerie light. It was bipedal, pale grey wings laced with purple and white.
He was wearing concealer to cover the scars on his face and skin-tone brushed over with a slightly darker shade. A smile quirked at his lips, flat black suit leaving the only thing to look at his face.
The mask was distinctive, feathers at the ends obviously from his own wings and white hair spilling just shy of his shoulders.
NightOwl clicked his tongue, keeping his mouth almost completely closed to avoid his teeth or tongue giving away his identity.
"Too far. I was about to tell you you were leading that girl into the wrong alley before you punched me."
His voice was eerie; ghostlike and haunting. The pale eyes focused in on a man pinned against the back wall of the alley, shying away from the tall man.
"Crow."
A dark shadow that had earlier seemed so innocent shifted as the thick black cloth moved, the lamp the other vigilante had been perched on finally shedding light on the two.
"Don't worry," CrowCall drawled, voice modifier crackling slightly. "I won't embarrass you for too long."
The only thing anyone heard was the sound of a body hitting the floor.
An hour later, the two vigilantes were perched on a roof, sharing a small meal that they'd stashed in some part of the city that neither of them remembered anymore.
The mouthpiece of Crow's had split down the middle and slid to either side as they ate, fangs flashing.
The most noticable was Night, however, his stature and bright mask/ribbon combo making him stand out.
No one ever noticed the weapons.
Sleeves. Shoes. Back of the mask. Mask beak. Knives, shurikens, extendable bostaff, and a small blade. They were all there.
Just hidden.
Crow, however, made no such reservations when it came to weapons.
Knives attached to sheathes hidden under their wings, a par of extendable bo staffs, on the weapons belt across their chest, smoke-bombs, thermite grenades, the whole shebang.
But possibly their most notable weapon was the one strung across their back; an air-powered, semi-automatic sniper rifle with a silencer perched on the top. The entire thing was almost the size of the vigilante themselves, though light enough to hold.
Flame's ears absently swiveled and perked, picking up on sounds not even Jet could hear.
But then they froze.
And frowned.
And a scream ripped across the sky.
Lt. Fletcher Varis groaned, dropping down into his cheap office chair. "So close... so f****** close..."
They'd seen the backs of two figures fleeing away on the rooftops from the scene they were called to and he was convinced they were the vigilante pair. The two birds of Tokyo. CrowCall and NightOwl.
He'd seen their insignia etched into a loose brick that was left at the crime-scene, but still nothing for those who were going after them.
A knock on his door drew him back out of his practically-pouting.
"Lt. Varis?"
"Come in, Averette."
There was the hiss of scales on hardwood as his door popped open and Varis' partner slunk in, red-gold eyes formal and cold for the moment.
That dropped as soon as the soundproof door was closed.
Avature let out a frustrated hiss, tail-tip thumping on the ground. "We were SO close! Godsdamnit!"
OOC:
https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2900000/1#post_44395628
A dark form slunk through the back alleys of Tokyo city, green eyes alight with an eerie light. It was bipedal, pale grey wings laced with purple and white.
He was wearing concealer to cover the scars on his face and skin-tone brushed over with a slightly darker shade. A smile quirked at his lips, flat black suit leaving the only thing to look at his face.
The mask was distinctive, feathers at the ends obviously from his own wings and white hair spilling just shy of his shoulders.
NightOwl clicked his tongue, keeping his mouth almost completely closed to avoid his teeth or tongue giving away his identity.
"Too far. I was about to tell you you were leading that girl into the wrong alley before you punched me."
His voice was eerie; ghostlike and haunting. The pale eyes focused in on a man pinned against the back wall of the alley, shying away from the tall man.
"Crow."
A dark shadow that had earlier seemed so innocent shifted as the thick black cloth moved, the lamp the other vigilante had been perched on finally shedding light on the two.
"Don't worry," CrowCall drawled, voice modifier crackling slightly. "I won't embarrass you for too long."
The only thing anyone heard was the sound of a body hitting the floor.
An hour later, the two vigilantes were perched on a roof, sharing a small meal that they'd stashed in some part of the city that neither of them remembered anymore.
The mouthpiece of Crow's had split down the middle and slid to either side as they ate, fangs flashing.
The most noticable was Night, however, his stature and bright mask/ribbon combo making him stand out.
No one ever noticed the weapons.
Sleeves. Shoes. Back of the mask. Mask beak. Knives, shurikens, extendable bostaff, and a small blade. They were all there.
Just hidden.
Crow, however, made no such reservations when it came to weapons.
Knives attached to sheathes hidden under their wings, a par of extendable bo staffs, on the weapons belt across their chest, smoke-bombs, thermite grenades, the whole shebang.
But possibly their most notable weapon was the one strung across their back; an air-powered, semi-automatic sniper rifle with a silencer perched on the top. The entire thing was almost the size of the vigilante themselves, though light enough to hold.
Flame's ears absently swiveled and perked, picking up on sounds not even Jet could hear.
But then they froze.
And frowned.
And a scream ripped across the sky.
Lt. Fletcher Varis groaned, dropping down into his cheap office chair. "So close... so f****** close..."
They'd seen the backs of two figures fleeing away on the rooftops from the scene they were called to and he was convinced they were the vigilante pair. The two birds of Tokyo. CrowCall and NightOwl.
He'd seen their insignia etched into a loose brick that was left at the crime-scene, but still nothing for those who were going after them.
A knock on his door drew him back out of his practically-pouting.
"Lt. Varis?"
"Come in, Averette."
There was the hiss of scales on hardwood as his door popped open and Varis' partner slunk in, red-gold eyes formal and cold for the moment.
That dropped as soon as the soundproof door was closed.
Avature let out a frustrated hiss, tail-tip thumping on the ground. "We were SO close! Godsdamnit!"
