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**sonicmixer** · January 24th, 15, 06:39 PM

(Sorry, I'm not particularly good at intros.)

"Ugh." Goldenstreak sighed. "I'm so booooooored." She whined as she laid down on her back. "It feels like it's been a whole week without any supervillains attacking.. which isn't really a bad thing when you consider the implications, but it just gets so utterly dull without at least some kind of action." Goldenstreak was a 20 something action loving, latina Superheroine wearing a shiny golden spandex that reached around her entire body. And she was craving for something to happen. Anything at all. An alien invasion, a purse snatcher, just something to elevate the boredom. "You got anything yet Fleetfoot?" She moaned over towards her busily working sidekick.

**PeculiarChangeling** · January 25th, 15, 01:41 AM

Fleetfoot adjusted his glasses, looking at a sheet of data as it printed out. He was wearing a green lab coat and work pants over his supersuit, (Which was a form-fitting gold and green unitard, a bit like what a wrestler might wear,) hair spiked up, looking at the info.

"A small spike in background radiation across town," he said,reading the report. "Nothing solid, and there aren't any emergency calls coming in, but it's by an abandoned firehouse. Might be worth checking out," he suggested.

**sonicmixer** · January 25th, 15, 02:00 AM

Goldenstreak sighed. "Well it's better than nothing.. Maybe someone will wander by and get crazy firehouse powers.. maybe become half dalmation."
They soon began making their way to the location, Goldenstreak by air, and Fleetfoot by land.

**PeculiarChangeling** · January 25th, 15, 02:03 AM

Fleetfoot grinned as they departed, losing his jacket and pants, tucking his glasses in a pouch on his utility belt, and speeding out the door. Running at top speed he could easily break the sound barrier, but since Goldenstreak couldn't keep up with that without breaking FAA protocols, he kept it to a slower pace so she could keep up.

As they approached the firehouse, it looked like a few people had broken in, smashing a window to do so. There was no sign of them outside, but a car was idling on the curb so it was likely they were in there somewhere.

**sonicmixer** · January 25th, 15, 02:10 AM

"Oh goody." The gilded girl grinned as she pounded her fist into her ot[code]her hand. "This could be fun.." She was about to enter the door, but hesitated for a moment. "Wait is it illegal to break into someplace that is technically abandoned?"

**PeculiarChangeling** · January 25th, 15, 02:14 AM

"It's still owned by the city," Fleetfoot assured her, gesturing at the broken window. "Besides, yes it is. That's property damage for one, and the radiation gives us probably cause to check out what they're doing inside." Then, his form blurred as he leapt through the window, vanishing inside. A second later a shout was heard, sounding like a certain cocky sidekick in trouble.

**sonicmixer** · January 25th, 15, 02:18 AM

Goldenstreak sighed. This happened far too often for her liking. "When will he learn?" She quickly flew around the building, searching for whatever made her cohort cry out. Soon enough she managed to come upon him, seeing what shocking fate had befallen him.

**PeculiarChangeling** · January 25th, 15, 02:23 AM

Fleetfoot was soaked from head to toe with what looked like regular water, but judging by the fact that he had fallen to his knees and looked to be in pain, that probably wasn't the case.

Then again, other than his incredible speed, he was still mortal. If he had been hit unawares before he could dodge, it very well could have been...

"Look out!" He shouted, pointing to the men holding the firehose a few feet away. They had apparently used it as a weapon, and were turning it on Goldenstreak. Turning the crank, a stream of water flew at Goldenstreak, slamming into her around the waistline. It wasn't enough to hurt someone with her superhuman endurance, but of course the criminals didn't know that.

**sonicmixer** · January 25th, 15, 02:30 AM

Goldenstreak gave them an annoyed glare. "Really guys? Come on.. this is basic superhero 101." She pushed through the water, using her mighty superhuman strength, until she finally made it to the bad guys and smacked their heads together, which caused them to fall unconscious. After that was dealt with, she made her way over to her beaten sidekick, managing to help him to hit feet. "There ya go. Don't worry, you should be fine soon." Thankfully super speedsters tended to heal much quicker than most.

**PeculiarChangeling** · January 25th, 15, 02:37 AM

"Thanks," Fleetfoot said, rubbing his eyes and then stretching. He mostly felt stiff and sore, there were no major injuries to anything but his pride. Over the sound of his yawn, though, neither of them heard the last of the criminals sneaking up behind Goldenstreak with a knife and some kind of strange gun-like device with a canister screwed onto the back.

Slashing at the small of Goldenrod's back, a rip opened in the back of her suit, though it couldn't penetrate her steel-hard skin. Jamming the barrel of the decide through the whole, he said, "Eat rads, super!" And pulled the trigger. Dark, radioactive waste oozed out, about the consistency of old oatmeal, pouring down the back of the suit. To any human, contact would have boiled their skin and been horribly painful, but to Goldenrod it only stung a bit. (Even with prolonged contact it would probably just give her a rash.) Of course, the criminal didn't know that.

I thought I'd start out with a little psuedo-accident content before we get into the main plot. With her uniform splashed with water from the waist down and loaded with something brown and mushy in the back, well...