He is trying out letting the voices do the vigilantism for him.
It isn't that he doesn't like being a vigilant, it's just that he needs to plan his next steps and that's easier when not dealing with pesky crimes.
He isn't permanently making the voices do the vigilantism. He'll do it himself most of the time.
It's just right now he needs to plan out how he's going to deal with the syndicate.
It's obvious that they're curious about him. Anyone would if someone shown to be strong suddenly started patrolling your border.
The bad part though is that that strength puts a target on his back. One wrong move and he turns to he was.
Getting to the point now, he needs a plan.
He has a deal with the syndicate. Though they think he's not going to fulfill his end of the deal and it's over.
He could use his civilian identity to get them to trust him. Mention his vigilant identity helps to hide his civilian identity through his connections and he can get some good reap.
"Can we break rule 4?" The voices beg.
Absolutely not.
"But it would make life so much easier." The voices persuade.
Then explain to him.
"Ender asked for an opinion on the heroes." The voices explain.
The answer is 'some are good, others are tainted with dark hearts'.
"That's a boring answer." The voices complain.
It's much safer that way.
"Safe is boring!" The voices exclaim.
I know it is.
"Then why do it! The voices huff.
To keep order and balance.
"You sound like the gods!" The voices yell.
The gods are smart.
"You would be surprised how stupid they can be." The voices sigh.
Surly not to dump or the world would have ended.
"Fair point." The voices sigh.
I'll take over now.
"No, we were barely able to beat up anyone!" The voices cry like children.
Maybe next vigilant meeting they'll give me a more crime ridden route.
"That would be a lot more fun, and maybe the criminals will be more violent so we can shed more blood without breaking rule 2." The voices dream.
It's no rule that you can't go to the rooftops on the further side of the route from the syndicate territory.
"But that would go against rule 4." The voices tell.
That's why I said only one roof over. Not many would even notice, to say care.
"The earpiece is cracking to life. You take this." The voices stutter.
He opens his eyes hearing Firefoxes voice come from the earpiece.
"Syndicate attack at the community house." Firefox booms.
"On my way." He replies, changing direction to the community house.
He has to take a little detour so he isn't going through the syndicate's territory.
The syndicate really aimed big on this one.
"Which members and how many hostages?" He barks, running across the rooftop dropping into the alleyways after hearing a few gasps from pedestrians that don't usually see him.
"Only Blade is present and civilian count is unknown." Firefox answers.
Even in the alleyways he hears something gasp as people see him in the alleyways.
The moon light being his flashlight he navigates his way through the alleyways at an inhuman speed.
It is as if being dragged away by a wendigo, but his feet are not burning and he is not flying.
He runs past the cops as he puts in his headphones, snapping the earpiece in. Hearing the cries and whimpers of the poor souls stuck inside.
The cop does not try to stop him as they are more concerned about Blade.
"Do I evacuate civilians first or do I fight Blade first?" He asks Firefox internally, cringing at having to ask such a stupid question.
"Evacuate the civilians first. Mask and Error will be there shortly." Firefox informs him.
He picks up the speed, heading to a side door and kicking it open.
He softly enters the hallway it leads into, heading toward the main room where he speculates Blade will be.
When he enters the main ballroom he sees all the hostages as well as Blade.
The government officials use this ballroom for rich snob events so it is very close to the main door.
He signs for a group of people to come to him as Blade listens through a window, the police's demands.
He knows the police are just stalling till the heroes show up. There is much a police officer can do against a supervillain.
The people funnel into the hallway as he leads them to the exit and points to a police barricade that they can go to quickly with little to no chance of being spotted.
The people quickly thank him for leaving to take cover.
He heads to get more people, but to his dismay Blade seems to have noticed the lost group of people.
He hides behind the wall.
"Blade seems to have noticed the absence of people." He whispers into his earpiece as he holds the button.
"Who's there? I know that the whole group wouldn't leave without external interference!" Blade barks out, stomping further from the window.
"You'll have to fight." Firefox so helpfully says.
He bites back the erg to say 'no shit Sherlock'.
He hops out from behind the table doing a little spin to get face to face with Blade.
"Sorry boss man, but my higher ups are already mad at me and I don't want my head on the stake so I'll have to ask you to leave before I have to fight yah!" He persuades, trying to be a bit more humorous to calm Blades nerves.
"Can do that when the government does something about us, or the heroes get here." Blade humors him, getting into a fighting stance.
"Well then let's have some fun pig man!" He laughs, hearing Blades exasperated sigh.
"Real funny Blood." Blade sighs, going from first hit.
Swirling around he kicks Blade in the ankle.
"I just blacked out for my whole patrol, I am not in a funny mood." He laughs, grinning up at Blade.
Blade gives him a concerned chuff before taking a swing at him.
He ducks and hits the man in the stomach instead.
Blade, taking the opportunity, grabs him by the hood and spinning him hits him in the stomach.
He shots a hand to a hidden knife in his hoodie and pulls it out.
Blade tries to reach for the knife with their free hand.
Instead of doing what Blade predicted he would do he jabs the knife into his hip. He hits no vital areas, but it sure as hell bleeds like a mother fucker.
Exactly what he wanted it to do.
The hostages look out in utter horror at what he just did.
Some not knowing his power, others horrified he would do such a thing for power.
"Hope you have your armed Hercules!" He laughs, catching Blade off guard with the nickname.
He pulls his running blood from the floor drawing a sword from it.
Blade quickly lets go and backs off to dodge the sword that is swinging their way.
He backs away charging the sword into a bow and arrow.
He uses it as a distraction as he uses the rest of the spilt blood to make tiny spikes that go unnoticed as they camouflage with the blood left wet.
Blade charges to try and make it so he can't shoot the arrow.
Unlucky for them they charge straight into his trap.
Did Blade really forget why he's so dangerous?
Pathetic!
He shots the spikes up making a cage out of them.
Gasps go around the room as Blade is captured like a wild boar.
"You insult me with how much you underestimate me." He chuckles, putting a hand to his heart like he has seen Wilbur do when offended.
"It's hard to remember something you rarely are seen using." Blade huffs, trying to run through the spikes, but getting launched back as the spikes spring back to place.
"I use my powers a lot! I just prefer not wasting energy on telecanices!" He pouts, the bow turning back to liquid to go support the spikes.
He presses the button on the earpiece.
"Threat detained in a blood cage." He beams into the microphone of the earpiece.
"Of course you took down Blade without help. How injured are you?" Firefox sighs, tipping being heard through the earpiece.
"A stab in my side, carpet burn on my neck, and probably some broken ribs." He answers, holding his open wound.
"Ok, go get yourself patched up. I just got told that Mask and Error are on the premises." Firefox tells, a little bit of worry in their voice.
"Roger that." He chimes, spinning around.
He stops pressing the button on his earpiece and winces as the adrenaline rush dies down and all the pain shows its little head.
"Come on, let's get you all out of here." He tells the citizens.
They run out the door.
He realizes some of them were recording and sighs.
Purpled is going to kill him when they see this on Twitter.
He shivers at the thought.
Straightening his posture he leaves the room as if he's not in pain.
He quickly meets the masked faces of Mask and Error.
"Good work kid, now skerry on home and patch yourself up, ok." Error orders, giving him a thumbs up.
"Not a kid." He retorts, non the less doing as ordered.
He runs out of the building.
There's so many news reports and bystanders looking at him.
He runs to the back of the building which is absent of cameras and most people. Only a few stray cops here in there that look too tired to care.
He lowers his hoodie revealing his golden wings. Flexing them out he shoots for the sky.
The crows are quick to spot the new addition to the sky.
"Blood! You let your wings out!" One of the crows under the name Boats chirps excitedly.
"Poggers!" Misfit chirps.
"Yup, I couldn't really get anywhere with the crowd there." He giggles.
"It would be very poggers of you to let Blade go." Boats persuades.
"Fine, it is really tiring to keep that cage up anyway, and Blade seems like a man of honor." He chirps mostly to himself.
He lets go of the control and his body intenses a bit. Landing in an alleyway he puts his wings back in place, putting his jacket over them.
"Where are you going?" Misfit asks, landing on his shoulder.
"Home, now shoo before I decide to have crow nuggets for dinner." He jokes, brushing the crows away.
The two crows fly off back to the sky and likely to Angel.
He runs through the alleyways holding his wound. He takes out the headphones, putting the earpiece into a hidden pocket.
Taking a roll of gauze he slows down and sits down behind a stray box. He slowly lifts the part of his clothing that is around the stab wound.
It's a nasty stab.
To Prime above, why is he so stupid!
He puts his hands to the wound. They start to glow with power.
His wound starts to stitch together from the inside out.
He gasps at the feeling of his mind turning to mush under his own power.
Swiftly cutting off the flow of magic when the injury is only minor.
He shutters leaning on the box.
Holy shit that feels weird.
He grabs the end of the gauze raiping it around his bottom torso where the rest of the injury resides.
His body still trembles even when he gets up. He curses when he can't get it to stop.
Flock! Shit.
He walks with a purpose as his boats clank on the ground.
He is painfully far from home.
He should take off his vigilant gear shouldn't he.
That's a good idea.
He takes off his hoodie before remembering he can't because he has nowhere to put it.
He lets out a sigh shaking his head at his own stupidity.
Perhaps he can just fly his way to the park so he can change clothes faster? Fuck it, if it means he can get home faster he really doesn't care.
He ties the hoodie around his waist and lets the cool breeze of a L'manburgian night hit his arms. He shots up into the sky.
The night sky really looks beautiful without all the buildings blocking the view.
Letting out a fond sigh he starts his way to the park.
Looking down he realizes how much the red vines have spread.
He really needs to get some information on them, especially if they have some kinda connection to him.
He's at the alleyway by the park jumping out of a dumpster after changing into his civilian clothes. His wings are loosely secured on his back, because the bird was having a hissy fit over binding his wings.
He rushes through the alleyways stumbling upon some infested with the red vines that make his head go all fuzzy.
He doesn't go into those alleys. Too scared by the faint whispers he hears from within the alleys.
He thinks they are the same ones on his shoes in the dream, but he doesn't know why he was wearing them.
He doesn't really know what to think of the vines just yet, all he really knows about them is they speak and look pretty.
He bumps into someone. Looking up he holds back a flinch at seeming Blade.
Blade stares down upon him, their piglin ears flicking.
He backs away a bit not knowing if Blade is trying to be threatening or is just threatening.
Looking at Blade from a better angle he can see their quight beat up. Whether it's from his cage or his colleges is something he may never know.
"Got some nasty injuries there Blade." He comments to break the silence.
He rolled up his sleeve's cringing at the scars that pepper his skin.
Blade seems to notice the change in emotion.
"Are you ok- uh." Blade asks, realizing part way through the sentence they don't have his name.
"My name is Tommy, and yah, I'm fine." He says, jestering for Blade to sit down.
Blade does so and he joins them.
He puts on his medical mask and flips on his hood.
He checks the wounds on Blade. None are open which is a relief.
Blade pets his head as he checks for any broken bones. Two broken ribs and a sprained wrist.
Shit, broken bones are always a pain to heal.
"Had to find me while having the most painful injury to heal huh." He mutters sarcastically as he leans back up to start healing.
The light from his hands twinkle around Blades injuries to where it looks like they were never there.
He focuses more on the ribs. Closing his eyes he imagines moving Blades blood to move the bones back into place and connecting them back together.
His head spins far earlier than it usually does and his body begins to sway. He feels arms quickly grab him to stabilize him.
So that's the side effect of blood bending. It's like a lesser version of healing.
He flickers his eyes open, feeling his eyelids falling heavy. Blades the one holding him, their chin resting on his head.
"I ne'd to g't 'ome." He slurs, trying to get up.
Blade honks at him as they get up.
"You can bierly put out a sentence or keep your eyes open runt." Blade deadpans.
"I c'n 'o" He slurs, weakly punching Blade in the chest.
Blade simply picks him up.
"Where too?" Blade deadpans, leaving no room for argument.
"So'th L'man'urg, Cl'ver st'eet." He slurs, bopping his head up and down as he fights to stay awake.
Blade hoists his legs up carrying him bridle-style.
"Im g'nna stab yo' w'th y'u own shado' p'ick!" He whispers yells, still slurring his speech.
Blade huffs at the odd choice of words but puts it off as tired gibberish.
"Blades carrying his little brother to bed," The voices giggle, deciding to make a presence in his hectic day once again.
Go use y'all's consecutive brain cell somewhere else.
"Sure, let's go see how far we can push Blades instincts till he loses control over them." The voices sceam.
He lets out a mental sigh.
Don't make him do something stupid while carrying me.
"Crimson would have our heads if we did." The voices say critically.
Before he can think of who this Crimson is Blade is suddenly speeding up. Seems like the voices are getting to him.
Annoying bastards.
"Run boy run, this world is not meant for you." He snickers, not knowing if Blade gets the reference.
His eyes close and when they open he's close to his street.
"Almost home!" He cheers, waving his fists around.
Blade hums, jumping a few more buildings before setting him down in a alleyway.
"Can you get home from here?" Blade asks, backing up a few steps.
"Yup." He answers, popping the p.
Blade nods their head before running off.
He sighs, walking his way home while holding his head.
Why was tonight so damn chaotic?