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The police scanner app made a crackling noise as Stormwave rode through the city, echoing into her biking helmet like needles stabbing through her ears. This tended to happen entirely too often when small disturbances occurred in the always totally useful police department. A grand theft auto here, robbing a gas station there, one time even a horse theft! That one got charged as kidnapping because most horses are people. But this one seemed to just be a bit bigger than normal.
“Code Purple, 211, central bank. Over.”
A simple code, said clearly but with obvious urgency coming across. It took a moment for Zyla to think through her incomplete catalogue of given police lingo, trying to gather what the codes and numbers meant. It was difficult, especially when checking ones phone while driving a bike was a suicidally bad move.
“So… Gang activity…. Robbery… Hey phone idiot.”
The phone gave a transmitted blippery noise, showing it was listening. “Directions to central bank.”
“Central City Banking Corporate Office. Approximately two hundred and seventy six miles away.”
A red light brought a perfect pause to the vixens forward movement, as well as her thoughts. How could it be that far away? Her mind was racing for an overly complex answer to a very simple problem; voice recognition software. Unlike her lapine semi-friend, her phone was bought from a local store without a super advanced AI component. It just was simple, cheap, and somewhat useful when it wanted to be.
“No, not central city. The central..”
“Turn left and go to highway-”
“Phone idiot, turn off!”
The phone bleeped again, showing that the directions were cancelled. And her phone turned off completely. Damnit, how do people work with these contraptions if they can hardly understand exactly what to do?
Maybe this is some kind of karma for making it refer to itself as ‘phone idiot’, the vixen vigilante thought as she turned and gunned it. The pure speed swiftly brought those thoughts to a halt, dropping them off into the wind as she sped up. A grin split her invisible maw, one of reckless abandon that always showed up during these fun cases. Fun for her, not for the people that were doubtlessly going to be punched really shortly. They usually had a really bad time.
“Let’s go.” fox leaned in, throttle pulled, horses roared. A streak of yellow and black flew through city streets. A storm was coming.
It took about ten minutes for the fox to arrive, even while driving in a very poorly thought out manner. It took a further five minutes to remove her civilian clothes, put on her jacket, and climb the backside of the bank. Two minutes to affix her newest and hopefully more durable camera into an advantageous position, pointing into the skylight of the rather impressive, two story bank. Thirty seconds to place her headphones in and select the right song. Seventeen and a half minutes to respond.
Not bad! Better than an IT help desk, at least.
Plus, the stand off didn’t seem to change much in that time period. The gang was inside, holding a couple of hostages on their knees. Only one was really paying attention to the captives, with the others all working on negotiations across the road. The foxy fighter counted what looked like six gang members, moderately armed with pistols and one rifle. Rifle dude was probably the bigger problem, but those weren’t very great super close up.
“Gotta be very careful… Ah’m huntin’ morons.” She said with a giggle to herself. The rarely actually needed goggles of her uniform went down, covering sapphire eyes in smokey black. After that, she slowly moved up, her paws resting along the frame of the vaulted banks skylights. Once she positioned herself just right, she suddenly jumped into the air, curled her paws up, and gave a powerful SLAM right down onto the glass with all of her weight!
There wasn't a crack or a creak. There was an explosion of glass shards
A happy smile crossed over Zyla’s face. Oh, this was going to be fun! And expensive!
The rain of glass shrapnel came down on the befuddled villainy below her like a rain of fine crystal that was broken by a bovine with bad eyesight. In the middle of it was a neon streak of yellow and green slamming down on the hostage taker, both heels slamming into the dobermans. And then his head into the floor with a satisfying crash, followed by a groan no one got to hear over the shock.
As the first losers gun skidded across the tile flooring, Stormwave was already moving forward. The rest of her momentum went into a roll, dropping her face forward and using one arm to push all that force over her shoulder, down the back, and to her hips. The hips bounced up in a fluid wave with her legs straightening out, slamming towards the gut of the absolutely stunned blackbird with the rifle. Another one down, at least for the moment.
Holy shit that actually worked was the only thought that flashed through her mind as footclaws hit the ground finally. Her head threw itself back as the opposition finally realized exactly what just took out two of their number. Luxurious green and black hair cascaded down her shoulders, frizzed out only a bit by being trapped in her helmet for the last half an hour. The smile only intensified as she lifted her paws up, crossing them in front of her chest for a moment.
The air had been still. Now it was moving, towards the fox.
“Oh shit. Guys, it’s Stormwave!” One of them shouted out.
Guns started to level themselves with somewhat deadly accuracy right at the courageous canid. Of the four aimed, it was likely one or two would actually hit their mark after the second or third bullet! Bank robbers, terrible shots and often very jittery when it came to actually killing someone.
The crossed paws lashed out. One to the right, the other to the left. All of that air nearby erupted outwards in a sudden shockwave of explosive power, carrying enough pressure to throw all of the nearby gang members right off their paws. Guns skittered across the floor as bodies slid to rest, one of which even hit a teller desk and knocked herself out. Three down!
Stormwave hopped herself over the unconscious body of the hostage man, walking towards the first one to start getting up. The others, it seemed, were either too slow or just waiting for a better position. Maybe they thought they’d be clever or something? Probably not, knowing these stupid criminal types!
“Yup! Stormwave, best name ever. Cool as the wi…” She squinted, suddenly moving with incredible alacrity towards the one on his feet. Goggles went up as she stared him in the eye, moving to one side to inspect the wolf. Her eyes trailed over everything; outfit and body build. Even hair was checked out.
He was, justifiably, weirded out.
“Dude, you were here last time Ah broke up a robbery at this bank!” incredulous wasn’t an apt descriptor for how much this rocked Stormwave’s world! “What’re ya doin’ here again? How’re ya doin’ here again?”
“Er…. Technicality from the judge.. Got off… Hard times, ya know? Bank wouldn’t hire me back after I… Robbed it.” His voice seemed rather contrite. He didn’t want to be here.. At least not now that Stormwave was here.
“Ya… Robbed the bank ya worked at.. An’ now yer… Wait, aren’t you that guy who didn’t know who Ah was last time?”
“Well, yes.. I’m a big fan now!”
That seemed doubtful, judging off of his choice of profession. Still, one arm went and wrapped about his shoulders in a show of friendship. Happiness was evident in her tone of upcoming voice and mannerisms, which brought noticeable relief to the bandit she was next to.
“Well, if yer such a big fan… Ah guess Ah an let ya go!”
There was a heavy pause in the air as the wolf was contemplating what he’d just heard. Hopeful eyes turned towards the yellow and black warrior, the hero who was giving him a free pass for this heinous and incredibly stupid crime of his.
“You.. you wi-” CRACK. Electricity surged through his body from her paws, stiffening and dropping him to the floor without even getting to finish a second word.
She leaned over the pile of pained black wolf, looking him over with that same smile. “Now, don’t do it again. Especially not here.” She admonished, though was secretly proud that people knew who she was at this point. A mocking tone did nothing to hide the ego that she’d been nursing to full size over the last few months of justicing.
Of course, by wasting so much time she’d left an opening. The remaining two bandits had risen up and were getting their guns. They also got to both sides of the cities favorite superhero, ready to start the fight again. Fox paws lifted upwards to her chest, getting ready to move and throw some awesome punches at peoples faces. Her weight shifted, stepping forward and.
“Police! Everyone who’s not Stormwave, get on the ground!” A gruff voice shouted, crossing the distance immediately. The bandits looked up in shock, somehow not realizing their hostages had escaped moments after getting pelted with glass. Police rushed in and now had multiple guns trained on the robbers, who dropped their own weapons.
Heavily armed officers swarmed the bank, grabbing each robber in turn to check for traumatic injury and cuff them. The first part was moderately likely when it came to Stormwave, so an EMT would definitely be on site. Have to keep them from suing, right?
One officer immediately came to the fox, looking her over dispassionately. “Stormwave, you know this city doesn’t condone civilians getting involved in.. Violent criminal altercations.” His voice was stern, the tone only a father or long term member of the boys in blue could give out. The sort of voice that told you; go to your room.
“But…. That was awesome! I saw you burst in from the skylight and… Bam, you took them down! Can I get a picture?”
And there goes the Dad voice! Still, she took one of her favorite poses, laughing while he snapped it; two fingers, imitating guns and aimed towards the camera. Electricity crackled over the digits as he snapped a couple, then she was off. Only one last sentence was uttered before she vanished into the city streets.
“Ah wanna see that online in an hour!” She needed to send that to a certain sometimes teammate of hers. Someone was gonna be so jealous when she got home!
Whew! Another story. I am sorry it took so long to post, the few of you who care about my writing, but I got busy last week! I plan on doing another one tomorrow, so see what I get then!
Stormwave is, of course, me.
The lapine lass happens to know who she is!
And this art? The ever amazing
juden who deserves tons of love!
See you next time, Fox Believers!
“Code Purple, 211, central bank. Over.”
A simple code, said clearly but with obvious urgency coming across. It took a moment for Zyla to think through her incomplete catalogue of given police lingo, trying to gather what the codes and numbers meant. It was difficult, especially when checking ones phone while driving a bike was a suicidally bad move.
“So… Gang activity…. Robbery… Hey phone idiot.”
The phone gave a transmitted blippery noise, showing it was listening. “Directions to central bank.”
“Central City Banking Corporate Office. Approximately two hundred and seventy six miles away.”
A red light brought a perfect pause to the vixens forward movement, as well as her thoughts. How could it be that far away? Her mind was racing for an overly complex answer to a very simple problem; voice recognition software. Unlike her lapine semi-friend, her phone was bought from a local store without a super advanced AI component. It just was simple, cheap, and somewhat useful when it wanted to be.
“No, not central city. The central..”
“Turn left and go to highway-”
“Phone idiot, turn off!”
The phone bleeped again, showing that the directions were cancelled. And her phone turned off completely. Damnit, how do people work with these contraptions if they can hardly understand exactly what to do?
Maybe this is some kind of karma for making it refer to itself as ‘phone idiot’, the vixen vigilante thought as she turned and gunned it. The pure speed swiftly brought those thoughts to a halt, dropping them off into the wind as she sped up. A grin split her invisible maw, one of reckless abandon that always showed up during these fun cases. Fun for her, not for the people that were doubtlessly going to be punched really shortly. They usually had a really bad time.
“Let’s go.” fox leaned in, throttle pulled, horses roared. A streak of yellow and black flew through city streets. A storm was coming.
It took about ten minutes for the fox to arrive, even while driving in a very poorly thought out manner. It took a further five minutes to remove her civilian clothes, put on her jacket, and climb the backside of the bank. Two minutes to affix her newest and hopefully more durable camera into an advantageous position, pointing into the skylight of the rather impressive, two story bank. Thirty seconds to place her headphones in and select the right song. Seventeen and a half minutes to respond.
Not bad! Better than an IT help desk, at least.
Plus, the stand off didn’t seem to change much in that time period. The gang was inside, holding a couple of hostages on their knees. Only one was really paying attention to the captives, with the others all working on negotiations across the road. The foxy fighter counted what looked like six gang members, moderately armed with pistols and one rifle. Rifle dude was probably the bigger problem, but those weren’t very great super close up.
“Gotta be very careful… Ah’m huntin’ morons.” She said with a giggle to herself. The rarely actually needed goggles of her uniform went down, covering sapphire eyes in smokey black. After that, she slowly moved up, her paws resting along the frame of the vaulted banks skylights. Once she positioned herself just right, she suddenly jumped into the air, curled her paws up, and gave a powerful SLAM right down onto the glass with all of her weight!
There wasn't a crack or a creak. There was an explosion of glass shards
A happy smile crossed over Zyla’s face. Oh, this was going to be fun! And expensive!
The rain of glass shrapnel came down on the befuddled villainy below her like a rain of fine crystal that was broken by a bovine with bad eyesight. In the middle of it was a neon streak of yellow and green slamming down on the hostage taker, both heels slamming into the dobermans. And then his head into the floor with a satisfying crash, followed by a groan no one got to hear over the shock.
As the first losers gun skidded across the tile flooring, Stormwave was already moving forward. The rest of her momentum went into a roll, dropping her face forward and using one arm to push all that force over her shoulder, down the back, and to her hips. The hips bounced up in a fluid wave with her legs straightening out, slamming towards the gut of the absolutely stunned blackbird with the rifle. Another one down, at least for the moment.
Holy shit that actually worked was the only thought that flashed through her mind as footclaws hit the ground finally. Her head threw itself back as the opposition finally realized exactly what just took out two of their number. Luxurious green and black hair cascaded down her shoulders, frizzed out only a bit by being trapped in her helmet for the last half an hour. The smile only intensified as she lifted her paws up, crossing them in front of her chest for a moment.
The air had been still. Now it was moving, towards the fox.
“Oh shit. Guys, it’s Stormwave!” One of them shouted out.
Guns started to level themselves with somewhat deadly accuracy right at the courageous canid. Of the four aimed, it was likely one or two would actually hit their mark after the second or third bullet! Bank robbers, terrible shots and often very jittery when it came to actually killing someone.
The crossed paws lashed out. One to the right, the other to the left. All of that air nearby erupted outwards in a sudden shockwave of explosive power, carrying enough pressure to throw all of the nearby gang members right off their paws. Guns skittered across the floor as bodies slid to rest, one of which even hit a teller desk and knocked herself out. Three down!
Stormwave hopped herself over the unconscious body of the hostage man, walking towards the first one to start getting up. The others, it seemed, were either too slow or just waiting for a better position. Maybe they thought they’d be clever or something? Probably not, knowing these stupid criminal types!
“Yup! Stormwave, best name ever. Cool as the wi…” She squinted, suddenly moving with incredible alacrity towards the one on his feet. Goggles went up as she stared him in the eye, moving to one side to inspect the wolf. Her eyes trailed over everything; outfit and body build. Even hair was checked out.
He was, justifiably, weirded out.
“Dude, you were here last time Ah broke up a robbery at this bank!” incredulous wasn’t an apt descriptor for how much this rocked Stormwave’s world! “What’re ya doin’ here again? How’re ya doin’ here again?”
“Er…. Technicality from the judge.. Got off… Hard times, ya know? Bank wouldn’t hire me back after I… Robbed it.” His voice seemed rather contrite. He didn’t want to be here.. At least not now that Stormwave was here.
“Ya… Robbed the bank ya worked at.. An’ now yer… Wait, aren’t you that guy who didn’t know who Ah was last time?”
“Well, yes.. I’m a big fan now!”
That seemed doubtful, judging off of his choice of profession. Still, one arm went and wrapped about his shoulders in a show of friendship. Happiness was evident in her tone of upcoming voice and mannerisms, which brought noticeable relief to the bandit she was next to.
“Well, if yer such a big fan… Ah guess Ah an let ya go!”
There was a heavy pause in the air as the wolf was contemplating what he’d just heard. Hopeful eyes turned towards the yellow and black warrior, the hero who was giving him a free pass for this heinous and incredibly stupid crime of his.
“You.. you wi-” CRACK. Electricity surged through his body from her paws, stiffening and dropping him to the floor without even getting to finish a second word.
She leaned over the pile of pained black wolf, looking him over with that same smile. “Now, don’t do it again. Especially not here.” She admonished, though was secretly proud that people knew who she was at this point. A mocking tone did nothing to hide the ego that she’d been nursing to full size over the last few months of justicing.
Of course, by wasting so much time she’d left an opening. The remaining two bandits had risen up and were getting their guns. They also got to both sides of the cities favorite superhero, ready to start the fight again. Fox paws lifted upwards to her chest, getting ready to move and throw some awesome punches at peoples faces. Her weight shifted, stepping forward and.
“Police! Everyone who’s not Stormwave, get on the ground!” A gruff voice shouted, crossing the distance immediately. The bandits looked up in shock, somehow not realizing their hostages had escaped moments after getting pelted with glass. Police rushed in and now had multiple guns trained on the robbers, who dropped their own weapons.
Heavily armed officers swarmed the bank, grabbing each robber in turn to check for traumatic injury and cuff them. The first part was moderately likely when it came to Stormwave, so an EMT would definitely be on site. Have to keep them from suing, right?
One officer immediately came to the fox, looking her over dispassionately. “Stormwave, you know this city doesn’t condone civilians getting involved in.. Violent criminal altercations.” His voice was stern, the tone only a father or long term member of the boys in blue could give out. The sort of voice that told you; go to your room.
“But…. That was awesome! I saw you burst in from the skylight and… Bam, you took them down! Can I get a picture?”
And there goes the Dad voice! Still, she took one of her favorite poses, laughing while he snapped it; two fingers, imitating guns and aimed towards the camera. Electricity crackled over the digits as he snapped a couple, then she was off. Only one last sentence was uttered before she vanished into the city streets.
“Ah wanna see that online in an hour!” She needed to send that to a certain sometimes teammate of hers. Someone was gonna be so jealous when she got home!
Whew! Another story. I am sorry it took so long to post, the few of you who care about my writing, but I got busy last week! I plan on doing another one tomorrow, so see what I get then!
Stormwave is, of course, me.
The lapine lass happens to know who she is!
And this art? The ever amazing
juden who deserves tons of love!See you next time, Fox Believers!
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"Better than an IT help desk, at least."
HA! Almost spit out my tea, thanks for that! :P Not to mention; that wolf wasn't really the sharpest tool in the shed, was he?
An exciting read! Love her spunk and attitude!
Just as a matter of interest, do you have a "voice headcanon" for Stormwave? Whenever I read her dialogue, I always imagine it sounds like Harley Quinn ( from Batman:Arkham Asylum to be exact) haha.
HA! Almost spit out my tea, thanks for that! :P Not to mention; that wolf wasn't really the sharpest tool in the shed, was he?
An exciting read! Love her spunk and attitude!
Just as a matter of interest, do you have a "voice headcanon" for Stormwave? Whenever I read her dialogue, I always imagine it sounds like Harley Quinn ( from Batman:Arkham Asylum to be exact) haha.
I am glad you like her attitude!
Honestly, the voice was always fluctuating. I always put her as somewhat southern in accent, though not overwhelmingly so.
A bit of Korra, some Yang from RWBY, bit more Southern. A lot of Tara Strong roles would work pretty well. There are a good few, but I always imagined a sort of mix of a few of those, and others. Self assured, playful, and cocky.
Honestly, the voice was always fluctuating. I always put her as somewhat southern in accent, though not overwhelmingly so.
A bit of Korra, some Yang from RWBY, bit more Southern. A lot of Tara Strong roles would work pretty well. There are a good few, but I always imagined a sort of mix of a few of those, and others. Self assured, playful, and cocky.
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