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It’s late, and I’m sitting atop a rooftop. I’m thinking about tomorrow and what I’m gonna do cause I’ve got an interview for a job I desperately need, but it’s at the hero agency in the richest part of L’Manburg. Some would see this as an amazing job opportunity; however, the only issue is I’m a vigilante. Those are obviously illegal.
As I sit thinking of what I’m doing, something lands behind me as I turn around to find my roommate and fellow vigilante. ‘Hey, Purpled, Nihachu. How are you two doing tonight so far,’ I sign.
I chose to use sign language, as only my roommate was able to get a voice modifier, so I won’t be connected to my civilian life.
“We’re doing good,” Nihachu says, “Got to help Purpled at the end of a small robbery turned burglary.”
“Thanks for that, by the way,” Purpled replies. “But ya, it’s been pretty quiet. I haven't even seen one of the vigilante hunting heroes out tonight.”
‘Don’t jinx us, dude,’ I reply, sending a harmless glare that can’t be seen from under my goggles and bangs, though I know he can feel it.
“I’m not gonna jinx us,” he replies.
“They’ve got a point, though,” Nihachu says, agreeing with me, as she should. “Three vigilantes on one roof would seem shady to any hero, especially a vigilante hunting one.”
“Disperse to our own areas then,” Purpled throws out.
“Yep,” Nihachu supplies in response.
We all disperse to our own areas to patrol, and it goes smoothly. I stopped someone trying to break into a car and such. Then Purpled’s statement from earlier comes to bite me in the ass.
How do I find this out, you may ask? Well, one thing that tipped me to this was finding myself falling face-first onto the concrete roof as something tripped me.
When I get up to fight whoever did it, I’m immediately dodging an attempt to snag me from none other than Wilbur fucking Soot, otherwise known as Phantom, adorning his signature bright yellow sweater and dark brown trench coat.
“Don’t resist. You’re being arrested for illegal use of your enhancement as a vigilante,” Phantom says.
I just silently dodge his attempts at a peaceful arrest which I know will soon change. He always starts with attempting to be peaceful at first then going to immobilise said, vigilantes. He also has no knowledge of sign language, or at least not enough, so I get my point across with something he will understand.
I casually flip him off as I start running across the roof, hopping to the next. This starts a chase as Phantom’s set on apprehending me.
Why couldn’t this have happened to Purpled? He’s the one who jinxed us, not me!
Phantom then goes to throw something at my leg, which I dodge and find out to be a dagger, so I send him the middle finger behind me.
“Well, then stop running,” he yells from behind me. “What you’re doing is against the law no matter how much good you think you’re doing!”
I take a small tube out of my inside coat pocket and pop the lid off, pouring it out behind me, smirking from under my mask. He’ll be finding that for weeks.
“Did you just pour glitter all over me,” he shouts.
That’s a stupid question. Why ask someone something if I’m known for not speaking. Pretty dumb, huh?
As I’m hoping to the next roof. I look back to see him wiping glitter off his face and oh does that feel so good. He’s the worst to deal with out of all the vigilante hunting heroes.
I drop into the alleyway below me while his still getting glitter off his face and shit. Just as I took myself away near a dumpster I can hear him curse as he starts running again.
Once I get home I toss my mask aside as I yell to my roommate in the other room, “You jinxed us and Wilbur’s gonna be sparkling for a while!”
“You’re just unlucky,” he says back as he opens the bedroom door.
Our apartment is a one bed one bath. The living room, kitchen, and dining room are all one space but it works. It’s simple and we can afford it… kinda. Purpled got laid off and hasn’t had any luck finding one.
I work too and I already have a job, but it doesn’t pay as well as I need it to. Poor Nikki, she runs the cafe however it’s not her who chases our pay. That’s controlled by someone else who quite obviously doesn’t care too much as we almost make minimum wage.
I look over to him, now sitting on the couch, from my spot in the kitchen. “We need to go shopping,” I state.
“With what money,” he asks. “Rent took most of it.”
“Well we’re bound to have enough money for something,” I reply. “Plus, if I get that job tomorrow we should get some money in a week or two.”
“That’s if you get it,” he retorts. “Are you even sure you want to risk getting a job there?”
“Nope,” I state bluntly, still rummaging for something to eat. “We really need the money though, so unless you’ve found a job you can take or I get a pay raise, then it’s our only option. You aren’t exactly a people-type person.”
“I handle people fine,” he argues.
“You were a shit cashier. You were “let go” due to too many complaints of being rude.”
“Then maybe people shouldn't be stupid,” he huffs. “Anyways, you should get to bed after you eat.”
“There’s nothing I can eat,” I say, giving up on my search. “There’s some beef left, but we both know that won’t go well.”
He sighs, before saying, “Then at least go get some rest. Take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“I don’t mind sleeping on the couch,” I assume. “Plus, I had it last night.” We shift who gets to use the bed as it’s not even twin size. I suggested we could both sleep in it and Mr Gentleman on the couch right now said it wouldn’t be right. I think he just doesn’t want to admit he likes it when I wind up making a nest. Albeit, a small nest, but it’s still a nest. It serves it’s purpose of fitting us and that’s all that matters.
“You take the bed or I’ll just put you in it later,” he says, giving me an ultimatum.
“Fine, ‘Mum’. I’ll sleep in the bed,” I say, steaching my wings a bit careful not to knock anything down. Not that my wings are large to begin with. My wings are just large enough to glide with, unlike Philza’s that are large enough to soar with.
I walk off to our shared room throwing back a “goodnight” as I do. He responds with the same as I shut the door.
Tomorrow’s gonna be interesting.