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I'VE GOT IT HANDLED. NO, REALLY. SERIOUSLY. I'M SUPPOSED TO BE UP THIS TOWER.

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You're in a predicament. That predicament is either: you need to be rescued. Bad. Even if you're technically safe you need to get out of whatever situation you're in. And if you're not safe, well... it's just more important then, isn't it? Your other option of course is that you need to rescue someone. You have to find them, get them out, get them to where they really belong. Or you're like, picking them up from a bad date. WHATEVER. No matter the severity of the situation, be careful how you go about it, huh? We wouldn't want to have any accidents.

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[ M/M for shipping, Robin can be original au or blind!au. Can be rescuer or rescued.]

[OOC: Hey! Would you be interested in doing something where Edgeworth has been AUd into the setting? I'm good with either role, and I'm down for both shipping and gen]

[OOC:YES! I'd love to do something with Edgeworth! Miles is free to protect the smol as much as he wants and I'm cool with shipping or gen too! Go for what you feel like!]

Edgeworth's still not sure why he remained with the Shepherds. At first it had been a matter of repaying a debt; they were there when he and his group were waylaid by bandits, so the least he could do was to assist them until he was able to return home on his own. The longer he stayed, though, the more entrenched he became in their ragtag group. He should leave. He could leave. Chrom certainly wouldn't stop him.

...he'll think about it later, assuming they get out of this battle alive. For now, though, he has more immediate concerns. Risen are about to break through the defenses their tactician so lovingly set up, and while he has his own suspicions about the man, he has no desire to see him skewered alive. Will reinforcements arrive in time to save him? He doesn't know. So, he grits his teeth and dashes forward behind Robin as the former Pegasus Knight lifts its spear, and he raises his tome to summon a mighty wind around them.

Edited 2017-02-17 20:03 (UTC)

[Can be the rescuer or the rescu-ee. Just keep in mind that she's fourteen, so no funny business here.]

[ She's probably gonna be the one to need saving. ]

[ooc: their daytime personas or night time vigilante rescues?]

[ooc: oh gosh, either could be fun! I'm down for one or both of them trying to hide their powers.]

[ooc: hmmm, so more of a social situation rescue? idk, where would scientists and lawyers be at the same social function? does yours have a girlfriend that would drag him to an art gala or something?]

[ooc: could be Peter running into Daredevil or Matt running into Spiderman. Or, perhaps, both in civilian clothes; Peter has a freelance photography job for The Bugle he could run into a lawyer that way.]

[ooc: Peter chasing rumors of another vigilante in Hell's Kitchen with his camera, or being ordered to chase down rumors by J.Jonah, sounds promising! we could go with the good old fashioned mugging being foiled by Daredevil since Peter wouldn't be able to quickchange while he's being mugged, right?]

[ooc: sounds good to me! Has to hide his identity in front of Matt and try not to do anything overtly suspicious xD ]

It was another night in Hell's Kitchen. Crime sneaking around the alleyways, preying on the innocent and the unaware. But crime was being hunted too, by a black shadow from above. It was only rumors, whispers that there was a vigilante who brought criminals to justice, despite the paid off cops and corruption. This was one who couldn't be paid off. A man without fear.

This man was just about to start his usual patrol, pausing at the edge of a building and listening to the city. Seeing what it was going to tell him tonight.

Peter, for his part, is all but oblivious to vigilante rumors nowadays. There are always copycats, people either genuinely trying to help or mercenaries mistaken for vigilante justice, and Peter doesn't have the energy to keep up with them all. It's very rare any of them actually pan out, and it certainly isn't as though Peter is looking to have pizza parties with fellow menaces.

So yeah, Peter's well aware that Hell's Kitchen is a bad area, but he doesn't think anything of cutting through a dimly lit alleyway to try and shave off a few minutes from his commute. It wasn't like he wouldn't be able to take care of himself, in the event something did happen...

"Hey, help a friend out?" a hobo nearby said. At least in the dark it looks like a hobo, but when the figure comes out in the light, it's a thug cracking his knuckles. Backed up by two others that go for Peter's arms to restrain him. "Let's see what you brought us in that backpack."

"My physics 101 homework? Fellas." Peter just barely manages to stop his initial impulse, which is to dodge the meaty hands trying to catch him. "If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was whistle."

"Seriously, why are you jacking college kids?" He could flex and be out of here, bounce off the wall to his right and cold clock the two thugs holding him in one go, then backflip, kick off the other wall, and be on top of the leader in five seconds flat - but he's also not wearing the damn mask. Ugh.

"Got a smart guy, eh?" said the main thug, ugly grin and all as he leans back slightly to throw a punch at Peter's face....and it stops short, a line caught around it. He has just enough time to look confused before Daredevil yanks the line sharply back from behind him, and the guy socks himself in the face and goes over.

The other two tighten their grip on Peter's arms but its clear they are not as confident as they were before their leader went down. The dark shadowy figure knocks the main thug over the head with a nightstick as he's trying to get back up. "Stay down," his voice a low growl of finality. One of the others lets go of Peter to try and fight while the other is too scared and hightails it off down the alley instead.

Daredevil blocks the attacks easily, sidestepping to turn and give the man a sharp crack on the arm with one of his sticks. The man pulls out a switchblade, flicking it into existence.

Peter's oh-so-witty response dies in his throat when the slight zing up his spine alerts him to the object heading in his direction. Well, not his direction, exactly, because it's not really aimed at him, but at his attacker. He doesn't flinch, even as the redirect sends the dude's fist back into his own face, and the other goons tighten their hold on him - whether to hold him in place or use him as a human shield remained to be seen.

It's a low, gravelly voice that Peter doesn't recognize, as the masked figure keeps himself cloaked in the shadows. The guys holding him are starting to give away their fear, one of them hightailing it out of there while the other steps up to the plate, not about to go down so easily.

Peter's unsure how to react. As in, what's expected? Is he supposed to be afraid? Confused? Scared? He's not the best actor, that's for sure. He settles on pressing his back against the wall, hiding his face in the shadow of his hood - hopefully his mystery savior? new enemy? wouldn't see the lack of fear in his eyes, and maybe he could find a way to subtly help from here.

[already does a lot of rescuing as part of his job, but could also absolutely need rescuing himself]

[ Could easily play either part! ]

( Prince Not-So-Charming to the rescue, or the prince(ss) locked up in the tower, I'm good with either way! )

[ can be either. ]

[Interested in a friendly neighborhood spider?]

[ hell yes! ]

[At this point, swinging into the middle of capital T Trouble is unadulterated instinct for Peter Parker. He's got the self-preservation instincts of a log, relies way too much on his spidersense, hell, all he's wearing is skintight spandex that does absolutely nothing to stop a bullet.

And yet, the faintest tingle at the back of his neck sends him bolting down a side alley. He's an idiot but at this point it's easier to just embrace it head on.

Peter's skittering along the wall, above what appears to be a fucking platoon of people. People with guns. Lots of guns. Peter doesn't know why the hell they need so many guns for the one guy they're pointed at, but then, he doesn't give himself a lot of time to think about it, either. It looks like the guy is unarmed and, whether he owes these people money or it's a drug bust gone wrong or what, Peter isn't about to let blood be spilt in his neighborhood, innocent or not.

It's easy enough to snag a webline on the guy's jacket and haul him up with a throwaway line about compensating for something with all the fucking firearms they have, but he's not expecting the unholy rain of gunfire that's unleashed as soon as he does. Or, well, he was expecting it, kinda, but it's way worse than what he pictured in his head.]

Can you tell your friends to take a chill pill? Yikes. [Peter offers the guy his hand, trying to get them both on the rooftop before their brains are splattered against the brick.]

(OoC: Can be either!)

[ either role is fine. modern au totally cool. ]

(ooc: I have no idea what's going on in this scenario exactly, but that's the fun of RP - feel free to fill in any of the situation and plot that you want to.)

The problem isn't his guns. It seldom is. They're as finely cared for as they've ever been, and he'd find it easier to forget his own name than to forget to keep an accurate count of his remaining bullets.

It's his fingers, he realizes, the thought eventually digging its way through the haze which has settled heavy over him. His trigger fingers aren't moving. His arms feel like they're filled with lead. The view in front of him darkens at its edges, swaying first one way, and then the other. Or maybe that's him. Either he can't keep steady or the world can't, but he's got neither the time nor the mind left to think on it. Any lead he'd gained is closing fast. From in front of him the gunslinger can hear his death coming, loud up the stairs ahead; from beneath he can feel the world give a nauseating dip, can feel it sway much closer, and realizes dimly that he's about to meet his end having fallen flat on his face. Hell of a way to go.

[Either! m/m for any actual shipping.]

ooc: Rescuer! Probably. There are tight situations here and there where she can use a helping hand.

Pamela was always a busy little bee; constantly working on a botanical something-or-other to further her obsessions with plant life. After one particularly productive night, Ivy managed to produce a doozy of a plant.

Special mistletoe, intertwined with some magical seedlings Ivy 'borrowed' from Zatanna. Anyone who wandered underneath would find their feet helplessly glued to the floor. The one thing that could free them? A kiss, of course. Right up Ivy's alley.

And of course, the darling mistletoe was such a beauty in Ivy's eyes too. That's why it was hanging prominently in the ceiling; at the center of the abandoned greenhouse Ivy shared residence with Harley. Soon, she'd figure out how to adopt this little plant into her schemes. But for now, she'd take a breather in another room of the greenhouse.

Hopefully her partner/lover wouldn't wander too close...

[ Voicetesting, any and all opportunities to practice appreciated. ]

[King of Ferelden taken hostage? Warden about to be demon-possessed? Or maybe held by Corypheus to be turned into a Red Templar?]

(ooc: She can be Sailor Mercury and through careful tracking and deduction, find the one being held against their will. Or she could be the one who needs to be rescued, either as Ami or as Mercury, probably hard at work on a daring escape on her own. Prefer lighthearted shenanigans.)

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