<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d4/99/08/d49908be2037d5a32abb0ef1f172a7b1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Hour[Bar] &gt; Scene of the Crime<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drunken good times, quick sobering up, crankiness<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Closed, Lightning</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> While it was true that for most, even just looking at Lightning while she was in her energy form was hard, much less reading facial expressions; Virgil wasn't most people. He was Static, and he could perceive energy conduits as clearly as a man looked at a woman sitting across a table from him. But he didn't see enough to guess anything more than she felt uncomfortable here. But considering this was probably one of her first patrols since she'd <em>told</em> Jefferson she was going to be a hero, so she might be a bit out of her depth.<br/><br/> What were friends for, though? If...she considered him a friend that was. She said she was at the gym, and he'd seen her body so he knew she was in damn good shape. "Bar for me. For once I didn't have a deadline at work or at school, so I wanted to relax. I ended up doin' <em>"magic"</em> for everyone," he said with air quotes to show he meant of course his powers. She admitted to him that he was better than her at this because he'd actually been doing it for a while. <br/><br/>He could tell she didn't like hearing herself say the words, though. She also said she was better with orders, which he understood. After she got some missions under her belt, she'd come to understand and depend on improvisation, as plans almost <em>always</em> went bad at some point. But this was like a warmup, she'd be fine. She explained after that what her usual job was in scenarios like these, and he nodded, as it was a good plan based on what they knew. <br/><br/>As the two of them hovered lower, she drew all electricity in the area, darkening everything around them like she had a built-in Deluminator from when Dumbledore first found Harry Potter. "Make it happen." He waited back where he'd started, magnetized to the roof so he could peer down through the skylight. He watched Lightning work, blasting the doors in with her bolts, then flying over to a fusebox and draining it dry, which plunged the entire warehouse into darkness. The men panicked more than got ready, as this sort of thing didn't happen often and most gangsters didn't run drills to train for scenarios.<br/><br/> It was called "organized" crime, sure, but that term could only take you so far. Waiting a few seconds for the fear to ramp up, Static activated night-vision, then pushed up and flipped, crashing through the glass and using the bare minimum to keep himself afloat, so all the men would see was a barely visible aura of static electricity around his saucer. "Sorry about the lights, guys. We work for the Fire Marshal and had to shut you down. You're at capacity. Plus ya know, this is an illegal smuggling operation and that's fed time when we take you all down!" <br/><br/>A tendril of blue-tinged lightning shot out in the darkness, grabbing an AK-47 from a goon's hand and butted him in the gut, then swung across his jaw, knocking him out. Another blast grabbed a man by the ankle before covering his body in electricity. He shrieked and spasmed for a few seconds before it left him smoking and seizing. Finally, he fell out, a victim of a non-lethal, but very painful system shock. Someone was smart enough to aim where the lightning was coming from, and emptied a clip in Static's direction.<br/><br/> Each and every bullet stopped short however as they hit an EM field that held them in place. "I'm not Superman, but I'm bulletproof too, dummy. <em>Static</em>? Hello? Come on, at least be smart criminals." Virgil shook his head, sighing with exasperation underneath the mask before blasting the man who'd shot him across the room, zapping him and pinning him to the wall with supercharged static cling. Now that he'd made his flashy intro, he hoped it would draw attention away from Lightning and give her an opening to attack.<br/></span>