"You know who I am?" Mick asks. "Alright, I'm not an expert on this place, but that doesn't seem normal."
"What you should be wondering about is, why don't you remember me?" the vigilante responds, leering at him with a look half of confusion and half of anger. "It's ME!"
"Because I never met you..." the arsonist responds. "What the hell is going on?"
"I honestly have no idea. Different timelines, maybe? Does the name 'Mind Master' ring a bell to you at all?"
"No, not really. But obviously, you know who I am. I have to assume it'll be a problem."
The ex-Rogue keeps the Heat Gun trained on the vigilante. Mind Master simply smirks in response, ready to give this fight all he's got. His voice echoes throughout the mind of Mick Rory.
You sure you don't want to settle this over chess?
Forming what appears to be a glowing pink orb, the time-traveling telekinetic focuses on Mick, not only expecting, but welcoming a fight. Mick charges at him, only to be met with an orb of compressed energy to the head. Mick easily collapses to his hands and knees, especially with the previous head trauma.
Just as thick-headed as you were before, eh, Mick?
Thick-headed...That means stupid, right?
Focusing on the battle at hand, Mick slowly stumbles back up, going to re-aim the Heat Gun at the Mind Master...And then notes that he dropped it. It's about a foot away from him. The vigilante smirks, moving it away from Mick with what appears to be a telekinetic ability. Taking the chance, Mick charges at him, and lands a solid punch to Othan's jaw. The telekinetic punches back, landing a gut shot, but compared to the orb, it isn't much. Mick runs towards the Heat Gun, swiping it off the ground and aiming at the Mind Master. He pulls the trigger, but a wall of psychic energy forms, the Mind Master having his hands to the barrier. Mick prepares to fire another blast, a smile forming on his face.
"I have to admit, you're incredibly tenacious." the vigilante comments, keeping focus on the ex-Rogue.
Othan dispels the psychic barrier, and suddenly, Mick feels a strong pain in his head. The Mind Master approaches, landing three punches in quick succession. The Heat Gun falls to the floor once again, and Mick soon joins it. The pain stops transmitting, and Mick stumbles back up a second time, then swipes the Heat Gun again and aims it, pulling the trigger. A jet of flame launches at Othan, knocking him off his feet and into the hard ground. Getting up, the vigilante prepares to attack again, Mick aiming the weapon in response.
Then, two more Black Hat gang members walk in. The one on the left ditches the jacket, but is wearing black, thick-framed glasses. His build is somewhat muscular. Apart from the jacket and the glasses, the uniform is the same. His hair is blonde, and a bit more spiky. The other one, on the right, has the hat on the wrong way around, and replaces the crimson work boots for black sneakers. They're both holding guns.
"Who are those guys, and how did they get here?" the first one asks, pushing his glasses up.
"Shoot 'em." the other responds, aiming his gun at Mick.
"Which one?"
"BOTH OF THEM!"
Othan forms another orb of psychic energy, launching it right for the head of the one with the glasses. It easily makes its mark on the black-capped gangster's forehead, knocking him to the ground and knocking the cap off. Mick fires a stream of flame for the other one, but misses. The telekinetic forms a barrier of psychic energy as the remaining criminal aims his gun. Two bullets fire, the lead projectiles hitting the barrier and bouncing off harmlessly. The other gangster gets up, straightens his crooked glasses, and aims towards the vigilante, seeing him as the greater threat. Another gunshot fires, and the barrier breaks, a sharp shard of energy striking the time-traveling telekinetic in his side. The psychic shard dissipates before it could do major damage, but it did leave a quite noticeable mark and a tear on the suit.
"Well, that's another scar I'll have to explain to my boss tomorrow..." the psychic complains. He then summons another compressed energy sphere, launching it into the one with the glasses once again, knocking him out. Mick reloads the Heat Gun, and aims it at the conscious gangster.
"See you in hell." the gangster snarks.
"Tell 'em Mick sent you." Mick remarks in response, pulling the trigger, lightning the Gangster on fire. Turning away from his fresh kill, he focuses his attention - and, at the same time, his gun - towards Othan. "Okay, now that there are no more interruptions..."
"You...You just wiped out the Black Hat Gang." the Mind Master states. "All that's left now is the leader."
"Not a very big gang, I assume?" Mick asks with a smirk.
"Yeah, not really...But Monelli has rebuilt before."
"By the way, why don't you hand over that mask?" Mick asks, in an obvious attempt to figure out the Mind Master's identity. "It goes with my outfit."
"Ha ha, no." the psychic responds.
"Guess I'll just have to burn it off of you." Mick says, pointing the Heat Gun at Othan. "What do you say to that?"
"This is what I say to that." Othan remarks. He forms another ball of psychic energy, and launches it at Mick. Actually thinking this time, he ducks, the orb hitting the wall and abruptly disappearing. Mick aims the Heat Gun again, directly for the psychic's head, and pulls the trigger, burning the psychic's head.
"And, as I said before, glad that's over with." Mick says. He turns away from the dead vigilante, and exits, back to the city streets.
"What you should be wondering about is, why don't you remember me?" the vigilante responds, leering at him with a look half of confusion and half of anger. "It's ME!"
"Because I never met you..." the arsonist responds. "What the hell is going on?"
"I honestly have no idea. Different timelines, maybe? Does the name 'Mind Master' ring a bell to you at all?"
"No, not really. But obviously, you know who I am. I have to assume it'll be a problem."
The ex-Rogue keeps the Heat Gun trained on the vigilante. Mind Master simply smirks in response, ready to give this fight all he's got. His voice echoes throughout the mind of Mick Rory.
You sure you don't want to settle this over chess?
Forming what appears to be a glowing pink orb, the time-traveling telekinetic focuses on Mick, not only expecting, but welcoming a fight. Mick charges at him, only to be met with an orb of compressed energy to the head. Mick easily collapses to his hands and knees, especially with the previous head trauma.
Just as thick-headed as you were before, eh, Mick?
Thick-headed...That means stupid, right?
Focusing on the battle at hand, Mick slowly stumbles back up, going to re-aim the Heat Gun at the Mind Master...And then notes that he dropped it. It's about a foot away from him. The vigilante smirks, moving it away from Mick with what appears to be a telekinetic ability. Taking the chance, Mick charges at him, and lands a solid punch to Othan's jaw. The telekinetic punches back, landing a gut shot, but compared to the orb, it isn't much. Mick runs towards the Heat Gun, swiping it off the ground and aiming at the Mind Master. He pulls the trigger, but a wall of psychic energy forms, the Mind Master having his hands to the barrier. Mick prepares to fire another blast, a smile forming on his face.
"I have to admit, you're incredibly tenacious." the vigilante comments, keeping focus on the ex-Rogue.
Othan dispels the psychic barrier, and suddenly, Mick feels a strong pain in his head. The Mind Master approaches, landing three punches in quick succession. The Heat Gun falls to the floor once again, and Mick soon joins it. The pain stops transmitting, and Mick stumbles back up a second time, then swipes the Heat Gun again and aims it, pulling the trigger. A jet of flame launches at Othan, knocking him off his feet and into the hard ground. Getting up, the vigilante prepares to attack again, Mick aiming the weapon in response.
Then, two more Black Hat gang members walk in. The one on the left ditches the jacket, but is wearing black, thick-framed glasses. His build is somewhat muscular. Apart from the jacket and the glasses, the uniform is the same. His hair is blonde, and a bit more spiky. The other one, on the right, has the hat on the wrong way around, and replaces the crimson work boots for black sneakers. They're both holding guns.
"Who are those guys, and how did they get here?" the first one asks, pushing his glasses up.
"Shoot 'em." the other responds, aiming his gun at Mick.
"Which one?"
"BOTH OF THEM!"
Othan forms another orb of psychic energy, launching it right for the head of the one with the glasses. It easily makes its mark on the black-capped gangster's forehead, knocking him to the ground and knocking the cap off. Mick fires a stream of flame for the other one, but misses. The telekinetic forms a barrier of psychic energy as the remaining criminal aims his gun. Two bullets fire, the lead projectiles hitting the barrier and bouncing off harmlessly. The other gangster gets up, straightens his crooked glasses, and aims towards the vigilante, seeing him as the greater threat. Another gunshot fires, and the barrier breaks, a sharp shard of energy striking the time-traveling telekinetic in his side. The psychic shard dissipates before it could do major damage, but it did leave a quite noticeable mark and a tear on the suit.
"Well, that's another scar I'll have to explain to my boss tomorrow..." the psychic complains. He then summons another compressed energy sphere, launching it into the one with the glasses once again, knocking him out. Mick reloads the Heat Gun, and aims it at the conscious gangster.
"See you in hell." the gangster snarks.
"Tell 'em Mick sent you." Mick remarks in response, pulling the trigger, lightning the Gangster on fire. Turning away from his fresh kill, he focuses his attention - and, at the same time, his gun - towards Othan. "Okay, now that there are no more interruptions..."
"You...You just wiped out the Black Hat Gang." the Mind Master states. "All that's left now is the leader."
"Not a very big gang, I assume?" Mick asks with a smirk.
"Yeah, not really...But Monelli has rebuilt before."
"By the way, why don't you hand over that mask?" Mick asks, in an obvious attempt to figure out the Mind Master's identity. "It goes with my outfit."
"Ha ha, no." the psychic responds.
"Guess I'll just have to burn it off of you." Mick says, pointing the Heat Gun at Othan. "What do you say to that?"
"This is what I say to that." Othan remarks. He forms another ball of psychic energy, and launches it at Mick. Actually thinking this time, he ducks, the orb hitting the wall and abruptly disappearing. Mick aims the Heat Gun again, directly for the psychic's head, and pulls the trigger, burning the psychic's head.
"And, as I said before, glad that's over with." Mick says. He turns away from the dead vigilante, and exits, back to the city streets.