He wakes up completely drained of energy after patrol.
There was so much crime! He isn't used to that much fighting.
He didn't show this while fighting though because he was using the voices enhancing to make it seem like he wasn't getting weaker.
Purpled was concerned for his well being since he is already under weight and doesn't have much experience fighting trained criminals, but he shock it off saying it's the fastest way to learn.
He checks the tattoos and sees they've changed again. They depict black feathers. It's quite a strange occurrence if you ask him.
The constant changing of the tattoos like the shadows.
He doesn't quite know what's up with them.
"Hey Tommy, if your not dead can you go run some areas for me!" Purpled yells from wherever he guesses it's the kitchen or basement.
"Well sorry but I am quite dead." He jokes, getting up to get dressed.
He slides on some shocks and shoes.
"Black market or legal?" He yells back.
"Legal!" Purpled answers.
He puts on on a normal a normal coat and walks through the house to the door. He stops before turning around to go grab his bag.
He grabs the snowflake bag that has his vigilante gear in it. For some reason he has a nagging feeling he'll need it. It's most likely his paranoia.
Swinging the bag over his shoulder as he leaves for the second time. This time however he does go back in.
He looks at the car disappointed have a license to drive, a car at least. He has a motorcycle license.
He usually only used a motorcycle because it was much more proficient to dive through the chaos of a fight.
Purpled does have one he knows of so he'll have to walk to the train.
He starts walking, pulling out his phone to see Purple's text saying what he needs to get.
Fabric, shit ton of metal objects, gasoline, and a motorcycle. Purpled added that the motorcycle is so they don't have to drive him to work anymore.
He sighs.
Of caurse Purpled would know the only thing he knows how to drive is a motorcycle.
He feels awkward walking though the nice neighborhood.
He pulls his hood up to cover his face.
He sighs in relief when he gets to walk around without it being considered strange.
He so wants to just put on his vigilant gear and jump across the buildings but he can't so he walks.
It takes a while to find a tube line but when he does he enters. The train certainly there goes to Logninshire. Not the best one to see. Though what is good to see is the ghost that exists to go talk to him.
"Tommy!" Ghostbur squeals.
"Ghostbur!" He squeals back.
They both get some weird looks but when Ghostbur hugs him their blue absorbs his worry.
"What to come with me to run some areas?" He abruptly asks.
"Sure!" Ghostbur agress.
He let's go of Ghostbur and waits for the train to the part of L'manburg he needs to go to too arrive.
It takes a bit but it arrives.
"Come on Ghostbur, that's our train." He say's almost reminiscent to when Revivbur took him to Las Nevadas.
He walks to the train with Ghostbur following behind him.
He sits down in a seat near the door.
Prime above lit this not be another Halloween incident.
Ghostbur hovers beside him.
He wonders why Ghostbur is always dripping and why it never seems to get on the floor.
His phone and others starts to vibrate and make a ear drenching beeping.
He pulls it out and sees a warning.
Warning
Villains Blade and Angel have been spotted in the south district
The Dream Team have been sent to detain them
Well shit. He's going to the southern district.
"Hey Ghostbur, there may be a chance in plans." He bits, putting a hand on his bag.
Ghostbur hovers over him to look at what is going on.
"I need to go tell Techno." Ghostbur says, phasing through the train.
Did Ghostbur just phase through a moving train? Well they are a ghost.
He puts on his headphones connecting them to his phone. Pulling up the news broadcast he sees Dream approaching.
He sighs.
Their going to end up leading them to his destination.
For Primes shack why can't he have shit in this city.
The other people don't seem to realize their on what is now a suicide train.
The train should get there before the villains if their lucky so they have a chance at surviving this.
Why doesn't this shit happen when he is actually patrolling!
"Your patrol is at night and this has happened with the Community house." The voices sass.
They sadly make a pretty good argument there.
The train stops and he bolts up and out of the tube.
He books it out the tube line and into the alleyways. He goes far enough for no one to see him then changes into his vigilant gear.
It's a sloppy job but he is in a rush. It isn't going to fall apart at least so that's a win.
He hops onto some stray scrap metal and swings to the roof using a pipe.
He lays on the roof watching the news to see when he needs to start evacuation.
He ends up not having to keep focus on the news as a flame ball signals him to start.
He gets up running and jumping off the building.
"Everyone enter a building now!" He shouts to get the people out of their shocked haze.
They quickly start entering buildings in a panic. A few people are looking around like they don't know where to go and some children are left behind.
He rushes to them and puts them in nearby buildings.
He goes out onto the road waiting for the villains and hero's to show.
Their there in no time.
"Oi sorry to distrust your cat fight but there's civilization here and I would rather they not get hurt so if you all will be so kind and take this somewhere we're people won't be hurt that would be amazing." He says in a pretentious manner.
He notices that Siren has joined the other two.
Blaze seems to be holding back laughter. Blaze hasn't changed that implosive behavior since he was in the hero tower.
"Does this mean I can go back to sleep?" 404 asks Dream being the same sleepy mushroom he remembers.
"No, and who do you think you are to boss around heroes." Dream snarls at him.
He has to take a breath in and out reminding himself that Dream can't see his face.
"I am just no one, but my temporary name is Blood." He says, vision fading red seeing Dream jump down and march over to him.
His blood starts to boil.
Get away. Get away. Get away!
His blood boils and he cuts his arm with his nail and makes a dagger.
To his surprise the dagger is steaming and is boiling hot. This facts seems to scare the hero's and stop Dream in their tracks.
The heroes seem to of expected the unexpected as they are still fine.
"This kid's blood is boiling! Are they from the nether or something?" Blaze shouts, pointing at the dagger.
"It doesn't matter if they have boiling blood or not they are insulting the hero committee!" Dream yells at Blaze, starting to walk again.
Dream stops in front of him and stares right into his soul and he stares back.
404 try's to attack him when they think all of his attention is on Dream.
He dodges, backing up from them as he holds his dagger at them.
Blaze is still fighting the villains.
Their forcing him to pick a side.
"If your trying to make me pick a side it isn't happening. All I want is to make sure the civilians don't get hurt." He explains, eyeing all the buildings the civilians are in.
Dream and 404 attack him, forcing him to defend. He dodges, looking up to see that the news camera isn't pointing at him.
He praises the voices for giving him the advanced eye sight but also curses at the camera for not showing that the heroes attacked him first.
Well he'll have to play mouse then or- he could play bird.
He lowers his jacket shooting into the air.
It's harder to fly than it's supposed to be.
He looks at his wings and they are a mess.
His bird mind freaks out at the disheveledness when he is near another avian but he has no time to do anything as a fireball flies by him.
He opens his pouches of blood and sprays the fireball before it can hit any of the buildings.
His wings hurt, but he's felt worse.
He monitors the battle from the air.
Angel is flying as well.
He fights the feeling to chirp for the avian.
He doesn't need to rely on them. He's a big man that doesn't need parents. Though his heart aches for a good one.
He feels his phone ding.
Shit he is supposed to be running arenas.
He takes his phone out of his pocket. Checking his notifications he's surprised to see a text from ERROR.
Glitch boy
You really had to involve yourself in a fight in the middle of the day
The rest of business bay is on their way
I'm speaker so put your ear piece in
He puts in his headphones and grabs his earpiece snapping it out of its bag snapping it on.
"About time you put in the earpiece." ERROR snarks.
"I didn't even take that long from when you texted me!" He protests.
"Well considering your avoiding the fight up in the air I'd hope it would take less time!" ERROR replies.
"Can you both stop fighting like children when Blood is still in a battle zone!" Mask yells through the com.
He dives to a building catching Blade from flying into it.
He chunks the villain, but not before warning them that his civilian self is here.
A good warning to not throw people at random buildings.
"Come down here and fight coward!" Blaze yells.
"I'm more busy on making sure you all don't kill the civilians around here!" He yells back, using his power to catch a knife that almost lodges its self into a civilians face.
Being the prick's they are a crow lands on his head.
"Dadza's here! You should say hi! Flock perhaps?" Hans says.
"I may speak to them, but I already have a flock mate and I'm not planning on getting any more." He states, dodging a knife that is thrown at him by Dream.
"Fuck off telutuby looking bitch!" He yells, remembering how he would watch Blade and Dreams fights and Blade would always call Dream a homeless telutuby.
"That's my catch-phrase runt!" Blade yells before realizing the word they used.
He has learned the word from hanging out with Techno that in piglin culture it means the same thing as a full grown avian calling a avian younger than it small bird or if it's a child fledgling.
It holds compassion and adornment. A fond word if you will.
His wings twitch with the flustered and honored feeling in his chest from the word.
Dream looks pissed off, but also has the look that they have when they found something to help use their power.
Does Dream think they can use him to manipulate Blade? What do they take him for? A weak peasant? The dishonor!
He shoo Han off his head and dives down landing on the road.
"You see me?" Blitzle asks.
"No, but nice to know your close enough to to see me. He comments, creating a sword.
"Are you finally going to fight!" Blaze yells, getting controlled by Siren as they take out their earplug.
"More like I want to ask the telutuby something." He says, walking his way to Dream.
Dream seems to think they'll have a opportunity to take him hostage.
Good, it'll make the burn worse.
"ERROR, hack into the news station and make it show the video I sent you of Dream hurting the blond kid. Make sure it's obviously hacked so the news station doesn't get in trouble." He requests in a whisper while holding the button.
The blond kid is obviously him when he was much younger and he sent the video to ERROR so they could expose Dream, but they never had a good way of making sure people see it. Until now.
"What would you do if people found out what you have done to your own son?" He asks in a hysterical voice.
"They wouldn't believe your lies." Dream says in a harsh tone.
It's obvious they think he has a recording device on him.
Dream lodge's at him trying to subdue him.
"Your biggest weakness is that ego of yours." He states, flipping Dream around and putting his sword to the back of their neck.
Dream tries to punch him but he puts the sword closer.
"Maybe I should give you a reminder why you don't let your ego get so high." He says.
His blood boils underneath his skin. His vision becomes red. His wings block out the sun. He lifts up a clawed hand then.
A scream rings out. A green horn tumbles to the ground.
Their allies don't even realize it's their leader's scream.
Both parties know that the horn can't be healed, nor will it grow back. It's a injury that can never be fixed. A dishonorable injury for a demigod.
"Next time it'll be your head." He snarls getting up.
He looks over to see Mask and Blitzle. There's mixed emotions to the scene from the two.
Blitzle seems to like the chaotic energy and Mask seems to be accessing the situation still.
He runs over to the two.
"Unhacking the news now." ERROR says in the nick of time.
"Just on time. No one will have proff I took Dreams horn, well of course except for us and Dream. Though I doubt Dream would admit they were defeated so quickly." He says.
Suddenly his body is running and he deflects a attack at one of the buildings.
"Your lucky that we got bored will your inactivity after literally taking Dreams horn." The voice sass.
"Was it that or did you all just miss me." He coos at the voices.
He runs around blocking hit at the buildings. It's really wearing him out. They make so much possible collateral damage.
404 seems to finally realize that Dream is hurt.
"Blaze we need to get Dream to the hero tower!" 404 screams, running to Dream.
Blaze starts running up to Dream as well.
He doesn't watch them any longer as he decides to go talk to Blade.
"What were you even doing at this time in your villain suit? Don't you and Angel usually do things at night?" He questions, walking closer to Blade.
"Had some business to attend to but got caught." Blade explains.
"Dadza, Dadza, avian, avian!" He hears the crows chirping.
"Yah, yah, I'll speak to them now shut you little shits." He hears Angel curse, as they walk over to him.
"Why do the crows call Angel Dadza? He questions to himself.
"Siren and I used to call him that as kids." Blade answers.
"So you both really are his kids." He laughs thinking of how they found out.
Angel stops beside Blade.
"So you must be Blood correct? Your wings are so disheveled mate." Angel says concerned for his wings.
His baby bird mind is over the roof.
"Yes, that is indeed me, and sorry about the wings I was never taught how to take care of them." He offers, giving a small bow.
Angel seems to finally catch on to the smell of his wings. Their wings seem to flutter at the instinctual need to protect young. Expressly ones without a adult avian taking care of them.
"Oh Prime Angel!" Blade yells, checking on their father.
"I may of forgotten to tell you that I am still technically a fledgling because my wings came in late." He admits, looking down in embarrassment.
"Would of been good to know before." Blade huffs not seeming to know what to do.
He takes out a small bottle of perfume he brings in case he ever meets Angel and now is that time.
He sprits some on his wings to hide the sent.
What if the smell of the perfume reminds him of Techno with its over bearing oak smell. No one will know.
He mixed in some blue with it to calm the baby bird and it works splendidly.
Blade seems to recognize some? Do they use the same kind of colon? Well doesn't really matter.
Angel seems to get out of their haze enough to speak words instead of chirps.
Even with that success he can still feel his heart calling for new flock but he pushes it down. He's learnt how from being with Techno and Wilbur how to smother his instincts.
Though they seem to be getting stronger as Purpled has to do more and more work and isn't able to give him company.
"So Blood, Blade and Siren say you aren't violent to us so I have to inquire. Do you have similar beliefs as us?" Angel inquires, tilting their head.
"It's not the reason I don't attack you all but I do have beliefs that are similar." He admits, shrugging his shoulders.
He can hear Blitzle and Masks footsteps coming closer.
"So I'm going to guess those are your team mates!" Blade ask, looking at the other vigilantes.
"Yes, thought it would be best to team up with some other vigilantes to help cover a district." He easily half lies.
The truth begin them being a team and covering a district. The lie being that it didn't go out as he said.
Siren gets over to them after whatever they were doing the whole conversation.
"Well would you all like to team up with the Syndicate? We could meet and discuss the details at a later date." Siren persuades much like a Siren leading its prey to the water.
"We will have to discuss that with our other member." Mask states, taking him away from the villains.