Dual Date RPG

Friday:

“Honey, I really don’t want you to go!”

“But daaaaaaaaad, he is a KNIGHTFALL!!!”

“That is exactly why I don’t want you to go! You know their reputation!”

“You mean the one beside being FILTHY RICH?”

“Yes, their reputation as womanizers and irresponsible bon vivants! Enough, I’ve made up my mind, you’re not going!”

“I think I heard his car outside. Gotta go, dad. Bye, love you!”

“Don’t you dare to hang up on me, young Miss, or we’re gonna have some serious talk once…”

An electronic beep and the clattering of plastic on plastic cut the tirade Cess’s father was about to give. Despite the obvious anger of her father she could not do different than smile. (Unsuccessful) supervillain or not, he was still a dad and showed typical dad behavior like worrying about his daughter’s date. Not that it had much effect since he spent another sentence in Bedlam but seeing his concern was still heart-warming.

A last look in the mirror and she was ready to go. Her best sneakers, the white ones with the stylish red stripes on the side? Check! The black baggy pants that hung so low that part of her hips was still visible and stressed her sporty figure? Check! The white top free of belly but with minimal cleavage that said “I’m a good girl” in big red letters on the breast? Check! The cool cable with the tribal pendant around her neck? Check! The oversized mirrored glasses that would not move from that position the whole evening? Check! The trendy grey wool cap from under which a few tactically chosen red-brown strands peaked out in an irresistibly cute way? Check! One last boob check… Hm, needed a short readjustment… done… and she was ready to go.

As she closed the door behind her she remembered how she had met the young Knightfall and a small smile appeared on her face. It had been after the game between her school and Gothic Academy last week, she had been walking home in civil clothes after cheerleading when it suddenly had started to rain. A sarcastic “Really?” gaze towards sky later she had used her backpack as a shield against the falling water. She had not gotten far that way when a flashy red sports car had stopped beside her. And there he had been asking her if she needed a ride. Mark Anthony Knightfall. A short comparison between the cold, wet outside and the warm, leather-clad interior of the car had the latter one clearly winning so she jumped in. She knew the kids from the rich school and how arrogant they were but he was surprisingly funny and smart. In the end he had asked for a date and reminding herself how cute (and rich she added) he was she had agreed. He even let her choose the movie. Nice move. Big Hero 6 had been chosen, an irresistibly cute animation movie about a boy and his robot who became crime fighters.

Another smile, a bit wider this time, showed as her butt connected with the perfectly smooth leather of the probably European car and she greeted her cavalier:

“Hey Mark, let’s go! We have a helluva night before us.”

Thursday:

A jeweler’s shop. Nothing special. A nice little storefront with a salesroom and a small workshop in the back. Still the profit was considerable while the risk was minimal. A door locked with a bar and a metal lattice before it. No problem. She just had to be quick. Her hand found contact with the lattice and she let her powers work the usual wonder. A nasty sound followed as the hundredfold gravity worked in the opposite direction.

With a terrible sound the door and the lattice plunged vertically, a grotesque sight for anyone used to the normal laws of nature. An uncomfortable “Yikes!” escaped the villain Graviteen’s mouth as the projectiles tore through several showcases and smashed into the fuse box. Maybe she should have calculated this better but she just sucked at math. Now she would have to be quick instead. Even the more so as sparks from the fuse box started to set the carpet on fire. She should have REALLY calculated this better.

While smoke already began to build she stepped through the devastated entry into the shop to claim her loot. She just hoped she would be fast enough before police or, even worse, some vigilantes showed up.

Friday

20 Minutes ago....A hibernating Knightfall falls out of his bed.

"Zzzzz.....No, that's not a katana in my pants, I'm just happy to see you..Zzzzz".

Slam!

"Oww....what time is it?" 6:40? Damn it, I slept in again. I need to start taking it easier or I'm going to get kicked out of school.

'Growl'

"Yeah, yeah, shut up stomach. I'm hungry too".

Let's see what we have here....some left over barbecue wings from two days ago, half a gallon of milk, blue Gatorade, and is that a chocolate muffin or a really old orange? I'm too scared to find out. -Oh crap, never mind; that thing has legs.

He takes out the gallon of milk and slams the door not to let whatever the hell lives there escape and procreate, and begins to drink without a cup and a breath.

Spit!

6:40! $#!7, I can't believe I almost forgot, I'm going to be late.

'sniff' 'sniff'

Ugh, I still smell like a chimney from yesterday the fight with what's her face, I need to take a quick shower. Five minutes tops.

7 minutes later.....

The Knightfall Wonder slips into his slim onyx Levi jeans, a tight fitted wine Calvin Klein shirt that came with a skinny carbon tie, he folds up his sleeves, and strategically wears blood converse to perfectly match the rest of his outfit.

As he exits his apartment on the top floor he grabs his grapple gun from his utility belt laying on the table and decides to take the emergency stairs. He stands on the ledge and looks down at the ten levels below , fires a cable at the ceiling, and places a pair of friction gloves between his fingers before sliding down to the ground floor.

Mark walks towards his beautiful automobile and places the gloves and the gun in the hidden compartment of his trunk underneath the sodas and snacks that he prepared the prior evening for the date. The Young Detective begins to drive like a maniac, trying to avoid being late by one second, as he drove he hoped to avoid traffic and even cops that would detain him for going over the speed limit managing to make it at 6:59 due to his unknown "luck" coordinating the lights green.

When he stops in front of her house, he couldn't help but to accidentally eavesdrop on the conversation that she was having over the phone, was said about his family and wealth made him feel slightly insecure so he treid to not give it much thought since she probably didn't mean to sound as if she only liked him for his money like everyone else right? Right....

The moment she walked out of the door and he got a look at her, none of it mattered; there was just something about her, this fragrance that attracted his enhanced senses a bee is magnetized towards a flower. The same irresistible scent that made him stop that night after the game. His heart started racing at a 1000 mph like the OK Go song that was playing on the radio. At the time she entered a reflex kicked in, he had to stop himself from kissing her in the lips.

"You look gorgeous" He announces, stating the obvious. Looking right at her coffee eyes with an honest smile on his face that could get the most paranoid people on Earth to trust him.

The Young Arashikage accelerates towards the movie theater which wasn't more than a few minutes away. The twist is that this wasn't your average movie theater, this was one of those "park in" places which was completely empty since he had rented it for them for a generous amount of money.

Previous to getting out of his stallion in order to grab the refreshments, he tunes in the station to the number at the bottom of the screen for the audio and asks her "Coke or Sprite?" Bringing her the desired drink and some chips and candy. "So tell me Cecilia, what do you do on your spare time besides conquering suckers like me with one smile?".

Thursday

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I could hear that alarm going off a million miles away, the smoke doesn't really help whoever is pulling a heist.

The newly made hero parkours from rooftop to rooftop with acrobatic finesse like a trapeze artist at his peak. With audacity he instead of just barging in he take a look at the perp.

So this is the costume robber that I keep hearing so much about. ATMs, Banks, and now jewelry stores. I do have to say, she's a lot younger and I'm afraid to say cuter than I expected her to be.

Trained by assassins makes it easier for him to sneak behind her and announce with his cape covering his mouth like Count Dracula "Don't you know who's city this is, you punk? Surrender or taste the fists of vengeance you scoundrel of the night!" Sounding raspy, and gritty to make her think that it was the big bad bat behind her and scare the panties off of her...hopefully in a literal sense.

This is going to be priceless.

Friday:

“Gaaaaaaaaawd, I am SO FULL!”

One hand on her belly, another hanging from the chair, one leg outstretched, the other one slightly bent the words probably came out a bit louder than originally intended. But it had to be said. Slightly embarrassed Cess looked around to the few other couples and families that shared the dining room with them in the big Chinese restaurant that she loved so much. No one seemed to care, she could just catch a glimpse of a very telling smile of a mother who was here with her family, their daughter being only slightly younger than the young Townsend girl herself.

She simply loved this restaurant and its infamous gut-busting pay-once-get-unlimited-refills-menu. It was perfect in so many ways. The ambience was truly Chinese, not the fake garishly colorful plastic interior Americans thought to be the real thing. The food was hot like hell but still tasty, flavored with real Chinese spices that hung heavily but at the same time pleasantly in the air like an exotic fragrance instead of just glutamate. The owners still served in person, a lovely middle aged Chinese couple who greeted every customer in person and escorted them to their table, they even knew their regular customers like Cess by name. And, the most important thing for her, they did not have a buffet. Just one order was enough to fill the table with an astonishing array of steaming bowls, cans and cups full with the most delicious foods the Chinese cuisine had to offer.

Chicken, duck, meat, beef, buffalo, fish, soy, rice, ginger, curry, chili and many other things had found their way into her mouth and belly while she had cunningly used the eating sticks in a playful duel with the equally skilled Knightfall accompanied by their giggling. The game had been spontaneous and fun. There were no rules but as it had looked subject of the game had to be to stick one’s sticks in the same bowl that the partner currently used and to force his sticks out of the bowl. So far there had been no winner but both were well-fed now and both had had their decent share of the exquisite food.

It had been Cess’s idea to visit this restaurant after a many high pitched female “aww” inducing Disney movie because it was so close to the cinema and it had fully paid off. She did not know if he had enjoyed the movie as much as she did but judging from his eyes during the eating-stick-contest he had fun nonetheless.

But now that the movie was over, now that an epic meal had been share one special question still remained. Displaying a crooked smile she leaned forward to lock her hazel gaze with his while she rested her elbows on the tabletop to clasp her hands before her mouth. With the same smile in her eyes and voice as on her lips she asked:

“Okay Mister Knightfall. Now tell me: What got a rich student from the acclaimed Gothic Academy to pick up a poor cheerleader from Gothic High on her way home and ask her for a date?”

Thursday:

"Don't you know who's city this is, you punk? Surrender or taste the fists of vengeance you scoundrel of the night!"

“WHOA!”

Goosebumps instantly formed all over her skin as the grave voice pushed itself through the thick black smoke into her ears. Instinct, or rather panic, took over rather automatically resulting in an unpleasant consequence. Her turnaround was followed by thick smoke columns that clung to arms and legs creating a small dark whirlwind but as menacing as this image might have looked to a possible spectator the look of what happened when she involuntarily lost control of her powers through shock was purely unnerving. Wildly rotating her arms she stumbled back while her powers violated the laws of nature once again. The ground on which she had stood only a second before did not even give an acoustic warning sign, so fast it ripped up, straightened up and sent a solid wall towards the young hero threatening to bury or even crush him like a giant wave.

The Awesome Queen Of Gravity on the other hand put a hand on her face and watched the spectacle through her fingers embarrassed hoping the concrete would not hurt the interceptor too much.

The restaurant is fine for the price, though not my first choice for oriental cuisine. I would have taken her to Ming's, a classy place uptown which is hot shit right now since they got a complete new menu. The chef's son, Brad, goes to Gothic Academy with me, he's half Chinese and half white ,and the only thing that gives away his Asian heritage are his eyes. We sit next to each other in Chem and I hooked him up with Brianna Jefferson last quarter, Bri is a 7.9, not even close to being as beautiful as Cecilia but she has redeeming qualities and one of them is that she's a senior with a nice ass...... but her face, let's just say is not one of them.... Anyways, the point is I'm almost sure we could have gotten us a table there with one call. I've been meaning to especially try the orange chicken with rice that critics are raving about.

As for the movie I thought it was pretty good, it was no Toy Story or Frozen, but it was a runner up if I must say so myself. I'm glad that Disney is also taking initiative into diversifying their heroes, it was about time that they went off the rails with the white only principal hero. Though honestly I would have rather watched Birdman or Interstellar, the former seems like it really wants to catch the Academy's attention, Keaton's performance shines and it will probably revive his career to new glory days and as for the latter you really can't go wrong with a Christopher Nolan film, despite the fact that I hear that the movies uses more flares than a Star Trek reboot and that Oscar stealer's club once again shows why he got his award. Still think that Leo should have gotten it but whatever.

Little things aside I'm having fun, her presence makes my neurosis over the restaurant's smell bearable, she seems to be having a good time herself and that's all that matters even though I'm going to pass out from all the stink coming from the dead animals. Fighting Darkchild two weeks ago was the closest thing that I've gotten to a real date in god knows how long and that's sad since my grandmother had to essentially save my life, so this is a breeze of fresh air.

Her question makes me slightly nervous on the inside because there is no good excuse as to why someone would randomly stop when it's raining in the middle of the night for someone they don't know unless you want to get in their pants...

"I'm going to be honest with you" His mug and voice turn oddly serious as he gets closer to her ear whispering. "I'm secretly a vigilante by night, and one of my superpowers is that I have super-senses. And as creepy as this might sound there is something about your scent that really attracts me to you". Quintus, even though he was bastard, he was a bastard that knew how to tell a lie. He told me that the best way to hide your darkest secrets was to tell them in such an open way that it would seem as if you were joking when in fact you were only telling the truth.

"What about you? Any revelations to make?" Flirtatiously his placed over hers tenderly caressing it.

At the same time the waitress inconspicuously interrupted and dropped two Chinese fortune cookies, carelessly he backs away to tease her and opens his with disbelief in fate or destiny , the cookie says "He who sacrifices his conscience for ambition, burns a picture to obtain the ashes". Fortune cookies my ass.

"Hahahhahaha....Mine says, man who drop watch in toilet, have shitty time".

Thursday

"WOAH! Are you trying to rip my head off?! And here I thought that you were going to surrender quietly." He let's out a small cough due to the ever growing fire ."Do you mind just waiting here for two minutes, that fire is just going to keep growing and I don't think that you want to ruin someone's life over a quick buck right?" Mark quickly bounces back down, takes out three metallic bolas attached together by a wire, these weapons were used in the past to hunt rhea in South America. He throws them towards her feet to take her down without hurting her that much and slides over the counter, he pushes out another cough, this time sounding more like that of a sick dog. "Don't smoke kids". He clowns, holding onto the fire extinguisher with both hands he goes over the counter once again and let's the foam or whatever that is rip freely.

"Let me guess, by the time I turn around you're probably going to be gone and I'm going to find myself talking to no one. And I'm going to have to chase you through the city like cat and mouse? Right?".

Friday:

The moment their skins touched felt like pure electricity. Tinglings ran through her whole body and every hair on her body stood erect as if she had put her fingers into a power point. Covering her insecurity with a roguish smirk her hazel eyes connected with his aquamarine.

For a moment the time seemed to stand still. They were suspended in an artificial bubble while the waiters hurried around them to collect plates and bowls. The clanking and clattering did not phase them, it seemed to belong to an entirely different universe.

Still the outspoken question hung in the room. The answer to it would decide how this battle would end. Would he get a kiss at the door or simply an “ignore” option on her phone?

His answer came as a relief. He actually had humor. A definite plus on the doorstep. A little lovely snort came out of her mouth as she lowered her head and chuckled about his joke. Brown-red strands of hair dangled into her face.

Okay, he wanted to play smart and funny. Even though he had revealed that he had read the Twilight books through the smell content it was still adorable. She could do the same.

“Oh, this fits perfectly. Because you should know that I am secretly a super villain with awesome super powers who robs banks and jewelry stores for a living. That you had to pick me up in the rain was only because I cannot afford to throw around my wealth that obviously. So better watch out, sniffing creep, or get punished by the might of the super villain Cess!”

The same smirk as before still graced her red lips, a challenge hidden within it. Then it trickled into her mind what she had just told: The simple, brutal truth. Although he probably could not piece it together she had just given away her secret identity as a joke. For half a second the shock was written plain in her face, mouth and eyes open, eyebrows raised, before she covered it up with a short cough and a question. After all attack was the best defense.

“Okay Mr. Superhero, I chose the movie and the restaurant, now it’s your turn. What else have you planned for the evening?”

Thursday:

She was running. Running and running and running. Gothic City was a bleak and harsh place and she could not even hope to mix it up with one of the toughened vigilantes who ran around en masse there and see the next day. Her only advantage where her really useful powers, her fighting skills were nearly non-existent compared to a trained street fighter.

“Crap, crap, crap, crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap….”

She mumbled over and over again on her gravity-enhanced run towards the door hoping the wave she had just unleashed would keep him busy long enough to make a less-than-glorious escape. A short grip ensured she had not been here in vain, a fist full of gold necklaces would make for a nice green bundle in the shadier parts of Gothic. All that was needed now was a world-class run. Through the fire and the smoke the opening of the door came ever nearer, she could almost reach out to touch it.

Then she hit the floor.

Bottom up, face on the floor she came to a sudden stop, the indignity of being felled like a cartoon cow painfully aware to her. But more than that a stinging pain in her cheek forced her to utter a nearly comedic dry “Ouch…”

The dry hissing of a fire extinguisher told her she had only seconds to free her from the bola that captured her feet. After that her captor would turn all his terrible attention to her again. A single outstretched index finger touched the durable material and forced opposite gravitational pulls to work on it ripping it in two.

The door was the next station, coughing hard from all that smoke she pulled herself out and once again the wonders of reversed gravity worked on her, sending her high in the air on top of the highest building in the vicinity. Not able to resist a little coquetry she girlishly waved at the young vigilante before disappearing from the parapet.

Unfortunately it somehow did not enter her mind that he might to try and follow her.