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Shuriken, against any and all better judgment, was fairly responsible. At least, with what he calls his side job, next to his job at his roommate’s cafe. Sure, he may slack off and mess around then, but during his second job, he thinks that he’s been pretty good at managing his responsibilities and such.
What’s this side job of his?
Being a vigilante, of course!
As expected, with this sort of job, he’s had to really get better at hiding stuff and lying. He sort of felt bad for doing so, especially with his sister, but it’s better than if they were actually involved with his shenanigans.
And speaking of which, this was one of those times.
That being him stopping a mugging in an alleyway in the middle of the night.
A hooded inphernal was pointing a handgun at a different inphernal with large green horns with rings on it. Oh wait a minute, that was Boombox. Wait, why was somebody mugging Boombox of all demons?! He was way too chill to be subjected to such BS! …And why is Boombox in Crossroads? Didn’t he live in Playground?
Shuriken landed behind the hooded one and said, “I recommend putting the gun down.” (Listen, he may be a bit of a dumbass, but he at least knows he needs to cover up his voice somehow, so voice changer in his mask it is!) “Why the hell would I listen to you?” the hooded one asked, turning around while still holding Boombox, who already had his wallet out, at gunpoint. “Because mugging is illegal,” Shuriken replied as if it were obvious, to which the hooded inphernal scoffed, now holding Shuriken at gunpoint. “Okay, ru-” “Shut up! This doesn’t involve you, kid,” the mugger interrupted, making the vigilante’s eye twitch under his mask. “Listen here, buddy, you have two options; either you let the poor guy leave and return home with nothing taken and nothing bad happens, or I can personally escort you to the local police station, willingly or unwillingly. Your choice!”
The hooded demon scowled and said, “Like hell I will!” Just then, Boombox got between Shuriken and the hooded demon, a virtual sweat drop appearing on the DJ’s visor as he said, “We don’t need to beat someone’s ass, I can just give this guy some money from my wallet, and we’ll be fine, right?” The hooded one rolled their eyes and just snatched Boombox’s wallet, making him sputter slightly as the former looked through it and pulled out some money, though by the looks of it, all of the money.
“Oh come on! I said I’d give you-” Boombox cut himself off as the other inphernal raised their gun again. “...O-Or just… do that…. again. That’s… great,” Boombox muttered. “I’m not gonna-” the unnamed inphernal stopped their statement as Shuri pressed the point of his namesake against their back. “Please, just return everything? There are better ways to get help than crime, dude,” he said. The unnamed inphernal was silent for a short bit before sighing and lowering their gun while shoving the stolen money back into the wallet, then shoving the wallet back into Boombox’s hands.
They then desummoned the gun, since that was apparently their gear, and just stormed off, which made Shuriken breathe out a sigh of relief. He turned his attention to the green DJ watching as he put his wallet away, “Thanks!” he said, to which Shuriken gave a dismissive wave as he said, “Don’t mention it! All in a night’s work as the Silver Shadow!” With that, he gave a mock salute as he grappled away, his silver painted horns glinting in the moonlight.
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The Silver Shadow has successfully reentered his room at his shared apartment! Fortunately, it didn’t seem like his sister – Vine Staff – wasn’t pulling an all-nighter over her magic-y stuff, so he was in the clear of not being plant food.
Once Shuriken silently closed his window and drew the curtains shut, he got out of his layered vigilante outfit, starting with his mask, then his hooded poncho-thing, then his dual-toned gloves, then his zippered long-sleeved shirt, then his cargo pants, and lastly his boots. He put all of it in its usual box labeled ‘SHURI’S SUPER SECRET STASH’ and shoved it under his bed before changing into PJs. He then gave himself a look over, satisfied in his lack of injuries, and opened the camera app on his phone so he could see himself as he carefully peeled off and removed the silver paint off of his green horns, being sure to put the chips in the trash under a tissue or something.
And finally, after such a long night of wandering around Crossroads and saving Boombox, he flopped into his beloved bed and slept soundly.