He sits on one of the booth seats. Today isn't busy so he has nothing to do.
He grabs his phone looking at Twitter.
'Vigilant that fought CG5 and Sparkle actual vigilant?'
He cackles a bit seeing it.
Ah yes, arresting criminals and doing literally every other vigilant thing doesn't prove he's a 'actual' vigilant. He knew people were idiotic but geez, they stupid.
He decides to indulge himself with the comments and posts about him.
Some are just normal comments like how he made handcuffs out of blood meaning he can make objects.
Some are conspiracy theories. One being why he was so close to Syndicate territory.
Theres so trying to disprove the conspiracy theories with logic.
There's design freaks that are picking apart the attributes of his suit.
Hero stans are screaming about wasted potential and what heroes could beat him in a fight.
Theres weirdo's that are simping over the outfit.
His favorites though are the ones that give him helpful advice and ideas for him to use.
The cherry on the cake though has to be the fact that Dream is pissed off and people are spamming about the fact the back of his hoodie was puffed up meaning he was hiding something.
He's tempted to make a Twitter account for his alter ego just to fuck with people.
It would be absolutely hilarious to see Twitter to rap it's consecutive brain cell over that one.
He already has heroes banging their heads on their desks.
Making a Twitter account would make it worse, and he is so cussing out hero's and commenting on people's theories about him.
He'll have to ask Purpled about that one.
He might even be able to beef with hero's over Twitter instead of going to make fun of them face to face.
He could also pick fun of heroes for losing to him. That would be priceless.
He turns off his phone getting up.
He might as well practice high kicks and shit in the back room till someone comes or his shift is over.
He still has to do patrol after work and it would suck if he has to fight someone without the proper warm up first.
Might as well save future him any potential unneeded pain.
His shift ends in what feels like only seconds.
He grabs his bag walking out of the back room.
Theres no point in cleaning since no one was even came to the cafe today.
He walks out the cafe, putting on his black face mask he always wears after working the cafe and takes off his apron, slipping into his hoodie.
A process that comes second nature to him.
He walks to Purpled and his shared home.
Purpled is still looking for the book Wilbur and Techno wanted.
It's taking a while to find since most of the remaining books are government property or are owned by a cult.
The ones not owned by any of those are either yet to be found or hidden well.
Don't mix the books that he is talking about with the ones you find in a library.
The books he is talking about are the books from when the gods would speak with mortals and go to the temples man made from them.
A time where the gods would choose champions and prophets to show the world and give their powers to.
From before man got greedy and shellfish. Enough to try and force the gods to give them blessings and power, some even trying to force some gods to stay on the moral plain.
The gods left the moral plain and stopped stopped talking to mortals and going to temples in physical forms.
And most importantly, they stopped telling of their champions and prophets.
If they ever choose a prophet or champion after that is.
Wait, when had he learned of this information? Maybe it was Dream?
Dream has said they worship XD, the god of light, surprisingly. Anyone that knows the man from past the media would think it's the god of torture or something along those lines.That may be a second deity they worship.
He shakes his head, holding his thoughts for later.
He fiddles with his keys till he gets his house key. Opening the door he bolts in slamming the door shut behind him.
Time to get ready to fight crime!
He runs to his room spinning his bag around. He opens it and opens a secret part of the bag that Purpled helped put in.
He pulls out his vigilant suit and slips into it. He puffs his chest up in pride at getting into it quickly.
He slips out of the house unnoticed, heading to the starting spot of his rout.
When his feet hit the starting spot of his rout he taps his ear piece.
"Blood, starting patrol." He reports, official starting his patrol.
"Got you loud and clear." Firefox responds.
He jumps over alleyways and runs over roof tops.
The adrenaline running through his veins is intoxicating as it drags his legs back and forth.
"Hey little vigilante!" He hears someone call.
He quickly slaps his built in earbuds into his ears replacing the ear piece that sends a distress signal as he pushes the button three times to send a stress signal that shows it's a sense using ability.
He'll have to thank Purpled for thinking of the chance he encounters Siren.
The earbuds connect to the ear piece that he clips on to one of the headphones. They also use the microphone on the ear piece to allow him to hear better than normal while also negating affects from sounds.
He doesn't wear them all the time because it hurts his head to wear them.
"I don't want to fight, Siren. I much rather go stop a crime in action." He admits, standing in a more defensive stance.
Siren creeps closer to him.
He backs away in return to keep the distance.
"Are you scared little vigilante?" The villain laughs.
"I am just making precautions like any sane person would." He spits back.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to get a better look at the vigilante that patrols so close to my borders." Siren coos, closing the large gap between them more.
The edge of the building nears.
"Well you've seen me so you can go back now." He spits, fear ripping at his chest.
"No, you are good at making it hard to see you even when staring right at you." Siren explains in a sickly sweet tone.
His foot hits the edge of the building. He doesn't have the momentum to jump the gap.
Grabbing a knife from his hoodie he uses it to pull up the sleeve of his hoodie, pointing the knife to his forearm.
"Come any closer and I swear I won't hesitate to plunge this knife in my arm and use my own blood to be the base of my power." He barks as Siren stops dead in their tracks.
"There's no need for such drastic measures. Just put down the weapon." Siren orders, the man seems to notice the verity of scars dancing around his arm to show a story of pain.
He slips a knife out of its hold without Siren noticing.
"So you fight when aggravated, much like a lama." Siren campers pleased.
"Blood hold on a little longer Queen will be there soon." Firefox informs him through the headphones.
"Your staling time Siren, Just leave already and stop wasting your and my time." He advises, trying to be aware of his surroundings without giving Siren a opening.
"I can just leave when a new vigilant starts patrolling so close to my borders and dares order me around and threaten me." Siren maniacally laughs, running toward him.
He slits his wrist immediately.
"May the gods take the crimson blood I spill. He calls, pulling the blood dripping from his arm. And may death not see my soul this fateful night."
He morphs the blood from his wrists into a rapier stabbing at Siren.
"You are religious?" Siren laughs, taking a blow from the unexpected rapier.
"I'm a jack of all trades if you will." He proclaims, getting nicked by a knife swing to the arm.
"Then trade this!" Siren yells, kicking him in the side.
"With pleasure, you piece of shit!" He yells back, throwing the villain under him.
He lands on the villain quickly putting the knife he used to cut his wrist on the villains throat, ending the fight.
He stampers off the villain keeping the knife to the villains neck.
"Hows- it- feel to- lose to- a- new be." He huffs out of breath from the short scuffle and making a hole damn rapier
He places the rapier to the villain's heart for good measure.
"Did I lose or did I get all the information I needed, little birdie." Siren smirks, pleased with themself.
He rapier shakes as he remembers who he's dealing with. Siren is physically weak but makes up for it in brains.
"Siren I swear if you try shit I will cut your neck and plunge this rapier straight into your heart." He threatens with a grail.
"I can't do much with your knees keeping me from moving my arm well." Siren comments.
"We both know that's a lie." He deadpans.
"Fair point, but if I were to of tried anything I wouldn't of made you hyper focused." Siren states, making a fair argument.
"Don't think this means you have the advantage. He challenges, leaning closer to Sirens ear. I haven't even shown you all I can do."
Lifting the sword, feet clonk on the roofs edge.
"It seems I'm late to the show." Queen comments, staring at Siren.
"Yah, you did." He deadpans, getting up and backing up to Queen.
"I can see why Galaxy thinks so highly of you. You did well." Queen compliments.
"The gods honored me with victory." He replies, continuing the religious thing that makes him sound bad ass.
"You go and finish your patrol. I'll deal with Siren from here." Queen orders, brushing him away.
"As you wish majesty." He jokes with a bow, playing around with Queens name.