Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-29564364-20190806143513

(Sorry that I didn't reply in so long. Life kept me busy for a while.)

The troublemaker elbows his friend and signs at the short lump of white hair crossing the room. "Hey, look who is running away."

"Oh no, not that again..." his friend sighs, "Didn't you hear what that guard said?"

"Can't you see he was merely trying to avoid causing a panic after that announcement?" he replies. He glances at the White Rider pushing the doors, then at said guard to ensure he was too busy socializing to interfere again. "Okay, now is our chance!" He downs the rest of his drink, plonks the empty mug on the table, wipes the little foam off his mouth, then stands up to follow the terrorist outside.

"Wait! We can't-- Argh, damn you! I am not ruining my fun time for you this time!" he gives up.

The adventurer opens the door to the sight of the criminal casually walking along the tavern's front, not paying mind to the two boys throwing pebbles at him that are easily destroyed in the same manner as the pitcher he received earlier while calling him names one would expect from children, except for a single "Rapist!" thrown last as their target vanishes around the corner and into the alley between the Crimson Brew and the neighboring building.

When he, in turn, enters the alleyway, the man was a dozen steps ahead, head down, staring at the ground with his right fist still resting against the cracked stone wall. It seems that the kids' attack had cut deeper than he was willing to let show, but that didn't change the fact that he was a dangerous terrorist-rapist who needed to be apprehended once more and brought to justice, but was too powerful for the guards to handle on their own.

"White Rider!" he called out using the only name he knew him by.

Alex twists his head around to lay his eyes on the caller and, for a fraction of a second, he let a glimpse of the rage he felt escape through his eye, imparting it into the embodiment of its source, before going back to his usual self. "Oh, it's you again... Are you here to throw more beer at me?"

The sudden shift in persona throws the adventurer off. He struggles to find his words, taking a moment to process what had just happen, then asks: "How arrogant must you be to be walking around in broad daylight after escaping prison? Have you perhaps forgotten that the guards aren't the only ones who can enforce order?" He reaches over his left shoulder and draws a bronze mace with a spherical weight carved to resemble the Earth.

"Look, pal. As you most likely saw, I'm not in the best of moods at the moment, so I'll just say that it's all a big misunderstanding and leave it at that until I feel like talking after a good night's sleep on a tranquil roof, okay? Okay." he then turns to face the Crimsom Brew's wall and bends his legs, ready to leap.

"Earthly Shackles!" he strikes the ground with his mace, causing Alex to crumble under his increased weight, face down. He then begins walking toward the inventor who struggles to stand up. "Did you really think I would let you escape as easily as the guards did?"

"Did you really think I'd let myself get caught as easily as I did by the guards?" he retorts, starting to stand up as he feels his weight slowly returning to normal.

"You do not seem to understand the position that you are in... nor who your opponent is..." The adventurer finally closes the distance right as the spell runs out, and steps on Alex's back, pushing him back down against the ground. It felt much heavier than one would expect a man his size to be, even with bronze-plated plate armor, to the point that his bones would have probably been crushed if they weren't all metal. "Your struggles are in vain. Someone of your stature can never hope to move me while Weight of The World is active."

"Since struggling won't do, let's try teleportation instead: SHAZAM! " Alex shouts... but nothing happens. "Ahem. I said, SHAZAM!"

"This alley is not open enough for SHAZAM! to be usable here." the electric orb states.

"Oh, yeah, it's true... Okay, then. How about this?" Alex reaches behind his back and grabs the assailant's foot.

"Didn't I tell you?" he chuckles, "Struggling is useless, especially in your current position."

"Tell me then, is THIS useless? Magnetic Bind: Push!" he commands and, although the opponent's weight is too great to be sent flying, the force is still strong enough to cause his foot to slip off of Alex's back, who rolls on his feet as the opponent staggers from the sudden shift. "Think about it for a second; would the dangerous criminal you think I am show this little hostility to someone trying to arrest them?"

"Well call my wife the Demon Lord if that stare earlier was not blatantly hostile! You simply hide it all behind that act of yours in an attempt to deceive me into lowering my guard!"

"Ah, shit. He's one of those..." Alex mumbles to himself.

"'One of those'?" Tesla inquires.

"He's impossible to reason with; whatever you say, he'll always have a rationale to counter it. Also, he's been drinking, and people are usually not the best at logic once alcohol gets involved."

"That certainly is bothersome..."

"Hey, White Rider!" He leaps forth with an overhead swing of his mace. Alex easily dodges, but the shockwave it created, amplified by the narrowness of the walls, ejects him from the other end of the alley. He then follows him into the street behind the Crimson Brew. "That was just a warning strike; surrender now and further force won't be used."

"Ahahahaha, yes!" Alex jumps on his feet, seemingly energized by the turn of events, "It's been so long since I've had one of those!" he says, cracking his knuckles. "And since you're the one who made the first move and have proven yourself unreasonable, I can go all out then claim self defense." He notices a splinter of paving stone lodged in his left forearm that he simply plucks out and tosses at the attacker's feet as he walks out of the shade.

"'Self defense'? How DARE you mention self defense after all the innocent lives you've taken?!"

"Wow wow wow! WHOAT?!?! Okay, now you're just pulling stuff out of your ass. First, I didn't kill--"

(Ah, duck it. I've spent way more time writing this than I should have and I'm sick of it now. Let's just get it over with and move on.)


 * The adventurer interrupts Alex with a charge.
 * Alex comments that he's impressed by the fighting prowess he displays while drunk as he avoids the combo then puts distance between them to activate Overdrive: Volt 1.
 * The adventurer answers that he can hold his liquor before diving back in.
 * The adventurer is highly resistant to Tesla's electricity due to Weight of The World.
 * Alex uses Spirit Shock on the adventurer to dispel Weight of The World. Tesla notifies him that he's low on power and must deactivate Overdrive and stop using spells.
 * Some more fighting later, the adventurer puts Alex in a situation where he's forced to block a blow, which sends him to the ground. He uses this opportunity to pin him down with his enchanted unliftable weapon.

"This is your loss, White Rider, for only I can lift Atalon."

"Well, what can I say?” Alex shrugs, “Congratulations, you caught me. I suppose you'll leave me here while you go fetch the guards? And then what? You'll have to lift it from me eventually if you want them to take me away. Unless you expect them to take the whole street with me, smartass?"

[ Work in progress... Done!]

(Edit: *sigh* Knowing myself, I'll most likely come back at some point to finish and polish it anyway...)