A Sweet Escape

[Larfleeze]

Previously for Cirrus: Cirrus Day at the Beach

After his day recovering at the beach, Cirrus Neon decided to explore what the world had to offer. Heading out towards the water, he waved goodbye to his new friends, and began to dash forwards. He built up speed along the sand, each step kicking out and sending sand flying. When he hit the water, he was at full super-speed. 

As he ran across it's surface, feeling the wind on his face, he made a wide arc, turning to run parallel to the shore rather than away from it. He kept an eye on the shoreline, the houses, the forests, the buildings. Costa Del Sol was reminscent of a lot of tourism-focused towns. Huge hotels, wide beaches of fine sand, tropical plants and beautiful roads. 

And, of course, people. Lots of people. 

He made another wide arc, and aimed back for the beaches. He would hit up the fancy 'big city' part next, he supposed. 

Cirrus Neon hit sand once more, slowing down as he went, until he was merely at a comfortable thirty mph jog. He sped down the sidewalks, in between the occasional roaming car, as he took in the sight of each building he passed. Malls, hotels, office buildings, cafes, lounges, apartments. 

And then...

The building style was familiar at least. Every culture on earth has their own distinctive style. If you go to another country, the houses won't feel 'right', no matter what. But this building, even though it was small, only a few stories, something about it reminded him of... home. 

He walked towards the doorway, and saw a sign stating "Not yet open to the public". But Cirrus needed to know. If Sun Wu Kong was brought to this place by Omni, maybe... others would to. His family, maybe. Or maybe just your sisters, Vampire told him.  Or Hitsome. Or Monstre, or the other Saru Kids, they were alright. Someone he could fight with on friendlier terms, at the very least. 

He knocked on the glass door. 

There was no response. 

He knocked on it harder. 

Still no response. Cirrus frowned, glanced around- no Stormtrooper within sight. He punched the doorway, and he felt the glass clatter around his feet. 

He stepped through, and dipped his Vampire Fist into the broken glass- he watched, with amusement, as his claw transformed into glass, and the mess on the floor was drawn into him. Soon enough, it was clean. He dismissed the Vampire Fist, and turned to the door, placing his hand on it and concentrating. He didn't want to be rude- well, maybe rude. But not inconsiderate. 

Rainbow light spilled forward in an orb after a few minutes of concentration, and the door was back in the same condition it had been before, the only difference being the sign lying on the ground outside. Ah well. If anyone tried the doors and found them locked, they'd either leave, or punch out the glass like he had. 

He walked through the reception area, noting the computers seem to have not yet been touched, before he moved on to the next room. It was definitely a laboratory, but based on the equipment and icons everywhere, it was omnidisciplinary. Heh. Fitting, he supposed. 

Now- who did he know who was... a... scientist.

He turned his head, and Essent Rose Allison stared back, eyes wide. 

"I... uh... your door." Cirrus said dumbly. He wasn't really expecting her of all people, but now that he thought about it, she had been a terrifyingly effective fighter in the last battle, and Vampire warned him more than once about Genetics. 

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Previously for Chakravartin: Reincarnation I

Chakravartin flew through the gate, and headed straight up. His Halo, which in the Nexus had simply been edging him towards the Gate, was now finally giving a much clearer sense of where his target was. 

He rose higher and higher into the air, until the island below him in its entirety was visible. 

He felt a rush of calmness and peace, seeing the land from below. He raised his hand, and smiled as the island was blotted from view entirely. He felt, finally, like he was back where he should be. All of existence below him. 

He closed his hand into a fist, and the edges of the island peeked into his view. Frowning, he dropped his arm with a sigh. It was still just an illusion, after all. He wasn't really powerful any more. 

His Vita Halo directed him downwards, toward the island's center. 

Now... the question was, how much did he care for consequences in this world? He was immortal, yes. But so were a great many others. Banishment existed, and while the experience sounded like it would be quite pleasurable, and, apparently, it was possible to escape the Underverse for a very select few, it would put a damper in any other plans he would have at the moment. 

But he didn't really have any other plans, did he? 

So the question was one of image. Thus far, he had no criminal record that he was aware of. Even the ordeal in Camelot, with the ghosts and the wolf-fighting ring, had been considered more of a public service. A purification of spirits, an attempt to expose a heinous act, and an accident that spiraled out of control rolled up into one. He had some good will in Minas Tirith, should he ever need it. In DA, he had not done too well, in his opinion, and it was truly only a game to pass the time, but it was televised... he hadn't done anything improper, had he? Besides bringing a cave down on himself in a misguided attempt at a kamikaze. 

He was... not a bad guy, as of yet. 

But if he began open-firing on a busy city, he likely would become known as a villain fairly quickly...

Cirrus, he could perhaps persuade to fight somewhere more secluded, but Essention was a different matter entirely. He would have to either ditch the good-guy act, or he would have to be sneaky... What would Aang think?

...

He would think revenge was stupid, probably. Ah well. 

Which to choose?