He is in his room thinking.
He needs to get stronger. Has to get stronger. He can't let himself get any weaker. Not after what Wilbur did. But getting that kind isn't found by going to the gym.
The strength he needs comes from fighting and physical pain as well as mental.
He doesn't want to admit it but he but he is gonna need to take Purpled up on their offer. The reason he doesn't want to is because it means fighting heroes and villains. Something he rather never do if he can help it.
Taking a shaky breath he stands up going to go find Purpled.
When he finds the alien he takes in another shaky breath.
"Purpled you know the offer for me to become a vigilant?" He asks, swaying foot to foot.
"Yes, I remember." Purpled says, looking over to him.
"I've decided to take you up on the offer." He blurts, scratching the back of his neck feeling awkward.
"We should get started with getting you geared up and make you a better suit than a hoodie and black medical mask." Purple states, heading to the living room.
He follows the alien curious of where their taking him. Purpled opens a closet. There's nothing off about it to the open eye.
Purpled pushes a bucket down and a trap door opens up. Purpled hops down grabbing the ladder half way before letting go again.He does the same.
Purpled pushes a button when he gets down which closes the trap door. Concealing the secret basement from the outside world.
The basement is filled with government grade technology and blueprints and supplies to make them.
"Damn, the alien brought some technology from its home planet." He jokes while looking at all the technology.
"Very funny Tommy. Purpled deadpans grabbing materials. Tommy this might feel weird but I'm going to have to measure you so your suit doesn't restrict movement so you're going to have to take off that baggy ass sweater."
He flushes up at this.
"What!" He yells.
"Would you rather have a suit that limits your movement when your fighting fighting someone like the Blade. Plus I'm not making you strip to you underwear like your in athletics." Purpled says, using the fact he was in boys athletics in high school to get the point across.
"How dare you bring up athletics you prick." He says taking off his shirt.
Be throws his shirt hearing it sizzle. He snaps his head over in the direction he threw his shirt. There lyes his poor sweater burning in a bucket of acid.
"Stupid suit making me embarrass myself." He mutters morning his poor sweater.
"Not as embarrassing as being gay and going to athletics." Purpled laughs, seeing him flush up all over again.
"I'm not gay!" He yells fuming from the ears.
"We quote the time I asked you how was the hottest hero, villain, or, vigilant and you only listed dudes." Purpled teases with a sly smirk remembering the event.
"Oh shut up. The dudes are the only ones that don't cover themselves head to toe like their life depends on it." He defends.
"Yah sure, whatever you say, gay boy." Purpled sarcastically says.
Purpled goes over to him with a tape measure.
Time to measure!" Purpled says with fact excitement, rapping the measuring tape around his waist.
It was cold as hell to sit in this concrete grave without a shirt.
Purpled is calculating his measurements not minding how he scrunches in on himself rapping his wings around himself.
"Puuuurrrrrpllllled, can I go get a new shirt from up stairs?" He complains, shivering.
"No, can't you just use your power to heat yourself up?" Purple advises.
That would make me pass out without a adrenaline rush. Trust me I did it before, it was not fun." He tells.
Purpled throws him a fluffy cloth.
"Want to come help me design your suit or do you want me to wing it?" Purpled asks with a subtle pun.
"Yah, don't want to look emo like you." He teases.
"You have the most emo power of everyone in L'manburg and have the most emo wardrobe out of us both. What are you talking about." Purpled teases back.
He walks over to Purpled looking at the computer.The blue print doesn't look to bad so far.
"Can I get a loss hoodie to tonsil my wings so people don't yank on them?" He suggests, moving his wings a bit to emphasize the vulnerability.
"Yah, what cooler?" Purpled asks.
"Maybe a very dark red that's close to being black but still not really black. Oh and like blood red on the inside. That would be cool!" He suggests thinking it's a cool look for a vigilant.
"Might as well call you Blood at this point." Purpled jokes.
"Well it does sound bad ass." He agrees.
"Ah yes, Blood the blood vigilant." Purpled teases.
"Hey, it sounds cool!" He defends.
"Everything sounds cool to you." Purpled comments.
"Galaxy doesn't sound cool to me." He spits.
Purpled huffs at him.
"Let's see what the other vigilantes think of your name after I get your suit done and made." Purpled challenges.
The suit doesn't have much going on but it still blends in with the dark and looks creepy and bad ass in dim light.
He wears a peer of of goggles that are black with red lenses, and a black gas mask with red assents.
His golden locks are tied back and hidden by the hood he wears. He hides different pieces of equipment and armor in the hoodie. A black sleeveless shirt lyes under it.
His military boots clank on the ground as he follows Purpled through the forest they reunited.
Purpled said they texted some vigilantes they work with. Purpled informed him about the fact that there are vigilant groups like the syndicate.
The media doesn't really talk about vigilant groups though because the vigilantes that make headlines ether don't work with their group members often or aren't in a group at all.
Purpled taps him on the shoulder.
"There they are." Purples exclaims, pointing to a group of vigilantes.
The ones that house they spent the night are there as well as others. Queen and Firefox are there to his surprise.
"So this is the person that beat CG5 and Sparkle in one hit?" Firefox questions, taking a few steps closer.
"Indeed I am." He answers in the air voice he used when healing TimeKeeper all those days ago.
The voice seems to take some off guard as it clashes with the look of his suit and the power he holds.
"Why does he sound so soft!" Firefox screams, flinging their hands in the air.
"This isn't my real voice. It is just the one I am using so people do not recognize me." He deadpans.
"Not even your actual voice fits your power or look." Purpled deadpans back.
"It helps with the disguise more than." He comments.
"Well what's your code name?" Queen asks.
"For now Blood, it may change in the future." He answers.
"It's good for a starting name." Queen tells.
"Thank you." He thanks.
"So let's set you up a rout and send you out for your first patrol!" Purpled declares, clapping their hands to finalize the decision.
He hops across buildings with a ear piece in. Firefox gave it to him so the others can communicate with him or so Firefox can tell him of anything going on around him.
Everything is going smoothly with the vigilant thing so far. Well except for the fact his route is so close to the syndicate territory and they have a reputation for fighting vigilantes that come to close. It's worse knowing Angle is looking for him.
He stops, seeing some criminals trying to crack open a ATM. He jumps down with a thump.
The criminals spin around eyes filling with horror at the monster in the shadow of the building he jumped off of.
"Don't make this messy. It would be a shame if the police have to take y'all to the emergency room." He taunts voice cuel and twisted.
The criminals try to run away. He runs after the criminals that run desperately.
He takes a knife from his hoodie. He throws it a one of the criminals drawing blood.
He laughs using the blood from the criminals body to bound the criminal duos hands.
"See I told you this was going to hurt." He says in a fake caring voice.
He walks to the criminal duo pulling the knife out of the criminals arm easily as the blood he pulled opened the wound more.
He heals the wound having no use for it anymore. He presses the ear piece afterward.
"Firefox got a criminal duo here. Can you call the police for me." He asks.
"All ready on it." Firefox states.
He uses a trash bin to jump onto the roof of the store that owned the ATM.
Did he just pull blood from inside someone's body! Holy shit! He gets stronger the more hurt someone is!
Is there a way for someone to make it so he can't pull blood from their body? Does he get side affect from using his power? Why was he acting so cruel?
He sees the flashing lights of police cars.
He hops onto the next building continuing his patrol. His wings fluttering on his back as he runs.
Eyes watch him run, but he does not notice.