Some days just scream for mayhem, mischief and general badness. Today everyone gets to enjoy the perks of being the ‘bad guy’ and indulge in some bad behavior with your partner in crime. Here’s the drill:
1. Comment and indicate your character’s name, fandom and who you're open to (i.e-OTA, Canon mates only, etc). 2. Pick another character to comment to and using RNG, pick a bad behavior for you two to indulge. 3. Have fun!
WARNING: This meme has the potential to be dark should writers take that way. Remember, it’s about being bad so that means there could be murder, assault, general violence, smut, swearing and possibly even puppy kicking. Okay, not the last one (seriously, animals are adorable please don’t kick them) but definitely the former and more so consider yourself warned.
1: Armed robbery – Your pocket is feeling a little light so it’s time to get a withdrawal from your local 7-11 or liquor store or bank or whatever. Of course, all great heists are done in pairs so it’s time for some teamwork!
2: Shoplifting – Time to indulge in a five finger discount and naturally you’re going to need to someone to be your lookout, right? Whether they want to be or not because someone’s got to keep the shop clerk busy.
3: Street brawl – You want to fight and you don’t care with whom. Pick a fight with a random passerby, the person who looks at you funny or even your partner if you’re so inclined. Just don’t be surprised when the cops drop by to break it up.
4: Con job – The perfect con isn’t just a criminal act, it’s an art form. Be smooth, be slick and together you two might just manage to pull this off. Or maybe you won’t but either way it’ll be fun finding out.
5: Homicide – Maybe there’s someone you want out of your life but you need help bumping them off. Maybe it was an accident that left you two dealing with a dead body. Maybe you’re hit men/women for hire. The point is someone’s going to die thanks to you and your partner.
6: Car theft – Nothing like a joy ride to spruce up a boring night so take your partner out for a high speed chase. Will you get arrested? Or get away from the cops? Or pull a Thelma and Louise?
7: Break and enter – Are you a creepy thief breaking into some poor person’s house? Or a international art thief breaking into a highly guarded mansion? Or maybe you’re just some punk kids breaking into an abandoned house for shits and giggles? The choice is yours!
8: World domination – Screw this petty criminal shit, you like to go big or go home and what’s bigger than world domination? Channel your inner Dr. Evil and set about crushing the world governments under your thumb. Of course, world domination is easy said than done.
9: Choose your own adventure – Make up a criminal act of your own or pick something from the list.
There was a certain point when one had to admit that the word 'retirement' was doing a LOT of heavy lifting lately for Wren.
They hadn't gotten there yet, but checking that the comms between their helmet and Jason's was working did make them consider that was somewhere on the horizon.
From the outside and to casual observation, the compound looked like any other derelict warehouse on the docks. Late stage capitalism meant a city full of abandoned buildings waiting to serve a new purpose for squatting, insurance money arson, or supervillain real estate.
"Just the one building or have they spread to the others around it too?" the Shrike asked, to test the comms and to get more info. It wasn't their stake-out, but of course - Jason called, they'd come without hesitation.
Why did it always end up at a warehouse? Were the buildings just cursed from the moment they'd been built? Or did it go back further, a design on paper imbued with the malignant energy of illdeeds and sealed with the kiss of a vindictive fate?
Honestly, halfway around the fucking world in one of the most beautiful vistas painted by whatever higher power one chose to believe in and...it was a cluster of warehouses. Not even exotic in design or function. Just run of the mill, steel and concrete.
Jason was a little pissed.
"You know, one of these days I'd like it to be a fancy house on top of a mountain. Or an underground bunker. Or fucking something other than fucking warehouses." The comms were up and working just fine. "They've spread out, but heat signature is focused primarily in the center. That's probably where the hostages are."
"I'll be sure to let you know when I hear about a deranged PhD candidate in a fursuit takes over a missile launch facility," Wren said blandly. They could see the appeal of warehouses - aside from load bearing pillars, a lot of wide open space. Great for organizing things as needed, especially anything big. Usually shit for water hookups though.
"Do we know how many hostages?"
Not for the first time they were relieved they didn't have to waste the next ten minutes making sure that Jason understood that the hostages needed to be kept safe as a main priority and not accidentally hit with friendly fire.
"I mean, that just sounds like a Friday evening in Gotham." Even through the voice modulator the grin was audible. He understood the appeal of warehouses, but having been on the exploding end of more than his fair share, he was a little done with them.
That said, it did make it almost second nature to swing a line up to catch the overhang and hold out his arm for Shrike. "Going up? Intel suggests somewhere between fifteen and twenty. Most are young students between nine and fourteen, but at least two teachers were also caught up in the raid. Red managed to hack into the security feed for a handful of seconds, but he got some decent pictures. Popping them up on your HUD now."
Once they were on the rooftop, either with Shrike having caught a ride with Hood or with them going their own separate ways, Jason crouched as he edged over to the other side to get a look at the compound proper. "I'm counting six guards and...shit. Two K9s. I do not want to shoot a dog today, dammit..."
They didn't need it, they could fly, but - look. Arguably a line up was subtler or something than going full airborne. They were so used to keeping it on the backburner anyway, to only break out in emergencies. The less that their enemies knew they could do, the better.
The reviewed the footage stills on their heads up display, trying to sort out who they could, faces, distinguishing features to keep an accurate count once the dust had cleared and made sure everyone was accounted for.
"Do you only have guns?" the Shrike asked, keeping low to avoid being spotted from the ground while they checked out the compound as well. Nothing on their HUD gave any ID's for the guards, but mostly their faces were covered anyway and it was still hooked up to The Raven's database and reliant on what he had. Which was admittedly a lot. Uncle Gabe was a saint, but a paranoid one. Tony was shaping up to take after his foster father in more ways than one. "I'll take the dogs if it comes to it. Doesn't look like they're focused on the fire exit. Could be an opening to get in without the outside guars noticing ... or could be a trap. Or just blocked from the inside, I'm guessing they're not having OSHA coming for inspections."
He turned, and even through the helmet Wren could feel his mock glare.
"Of course I have more than just my guns." He paused for effect, then reached back and pulled the sleek, air powered rifle off his back. "I have tranqs. You go for that fire exit, see if it's a viable way in. I'll cover you and see what I can do about taking out some of the chaff. I'm not that keen on the idea of leading out a gaggle of school kids around a bunch of still walking bad guys."
He had a fairly decent vantage point from this roof, though, and he laid out flat as he shimmied his way to the edge. A bright red helmet against the sky might not have been the best choice, but hey. It was sunset. Colors did weird things, right? Besides, Bat 101 was 'how to see over/past the edge of a roof/corner/window without being seen'.
Wren went to the edge of the roof too, scoping out positions before they balanced a foot at the edge. They paused for just a moment before looking at Jason, saying, conversational- "A tranq gun is still a gun."
Then before he could reply, taking a leap off the edge. They landed softly and without a sound in a blind spot for the guards before moving toward the fire door, more stealthy than anyone dressed in a mostly white costume really should be. The door is locked, but that's easy enough to crack quietly since it's a perfunctory one only made to work in one direction. A gentle push and it moved, Wren tense as their waited - no alarm sounded.
"Door's good - how's it look from - fuck-" the swear was a quiet one as Wren felt that familiar cold chill that came with the warnings of danger right before they happened, scrambling to get back behind the cover of the blind spot before they were noticed.
[Except they never were because just as they started to react to those little hairs at the back of their neck, Jason pulled his trigger and the guard who was about to turn the corner crumpled with barely a sound.]
Easy, Shrike. I got you.
[He put a little emphasis on the word because he knew how badly their previous team had fucked them up. How many times they had been let down or cornered because someone wasn't doing their part.
Well, they were with the Outlaws now. With him. And he'd be damned back to that hole in the ground before he let someone sneak up on his people.]
I got clear sightlines for forty percent of the building through the main windows. Stick to this west wall and I should be able to cover you. Even better, poke your head in, get a count, and get your shapely ass right back out, got it?
[Over the comms, they might be able to hear another soft bark from the rifle.]
[Would you be open to some co-operation with Gemini? (Brotherhood of Evil villain) I'd be open to any of the prompts and I'm sure she could make him a worthwhile offer if he can get over his distate of working with a villain.]
The blood slowly seeped down onto the floor, adding to the growing pool around the body of the man slumped at his desk in a completely normal looking office in an industrial warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. The lights in the warehouse on the other side of the glass partition wall had been dimmed as the last workers departed, leaving just the boss, Javier Infante, to work late in his office. The blinds were closed, the door hadn't opened and yet one of Gotham's up and coming crime lords somehow lay dead, waiting for his body to be discovered.
Rumour had it Infante had been running a large scale smuggling operation, bringing in drugs and sending out weapons, paying off local officials and police while muscling in on the city's crime scene. It had been a thriving operation, but such operations nearly always drew rivals eager to destroy the nascent operation. Infante had been well prepared, with security still patrolling outside, ready to stop any threat to the boss' hq.
[Crime! Either general mischief and hijinks with the usual Morgy or something more sinister with the Future-Past version! Lots and lots of unlawful activities! The secret ingredient is Crime!]
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Alexis Ness | Blue Lock
Remilia Scarlet (Adult) | Touhou Project | OTA
Ranma Saotome | Ranma 1/2 | OTA
Violet Sorrengail | The Empyrean Series
Alina Starkov | Shadow and Bone | M/F
Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy VII/VIIR | M/F
Musa | Fate: The Winx Saga | M/F
Jason Todd | DC Comics | OTA
7ish
They hadn't gotten there yet, but checking that the comms between their helmet and Jason's was working did make them consider that was somewhere on the horizon.
From the outside and to casual observation, the compound looked like any other derelict warehouse on the docks. Late stage capitalism meant a city full of abandoned buildings waiting to serve a new purpose for squatting, insurance money arson, or supervillain real estate.
"Just the one building or have they spread to the others around it too?" the Shrike asked, to test the comms and to get more info. It wasn't their stake-out, but of course - Jason called, they'd come without hesitation.
Re: 7ish
Honestly, halfway around the fucking world in one of the most beautiful vistas painted by whatever higher power one chose to believe in and...it was a cluster of warehouses. Not even exotic in design or function. Just run of the mill, steel and concrete.
Jason was a little pissed.
"You know, one of these days I'd like it to be a fancy house on top of a mountain. Or an underground bunker. Or fucking something other than fucking warehouses." The comms were up and working just fine. "They've spread out, but heat signature is focused primarily in the center. That's probably where the hostages are."
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"Do we know how many hostages?"
Not for the first time they were relieved they didn't have to waste the next ten minutes making sure that Jason understood that the hostages needed to be kept safe as a main priority and not accidentally hit with friendly fire.
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That said, it did make it almost second nature to swing a line up to catch the overhang and hold out his arm for Shrike. "Going up? Intel suggests somewhere between fifteen and twenty. Most are young students between nine and fourteen, but at least two teachers were also caught up in the raid. Red managed to hack into the security feed for a handful of seconds, but he got some decent pictures. Popping them up on your HUD now."
Once they were on the rooftop, either with Shrike having caught a ride with Hood or with them going their own separate ways, Jason crouched as he edged over to the other side to get a look at the compound proper. "I'm counting six guards and...shit. Two K9s. I do not want to shoot a dog today, dammit..."
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They didn't need it, they could fly, but - look. Arguably a line up was subtler or something than going full airborne. They were so used to keeping it on the backburner anyway, to only break out in emergencies. The less that their enemies knew they could do, the better.
The reviewed the footage stills on their heads up display, trying to sort out who they could, faces, distinguishing features to keep an accurate count once the dust had cleared and made sure everyone was accounted for.
"Do you only have guns?" the Shrike asked, keeping low to avoid being spotted from the ground while they checked out the compound as well. Nothing on their HUD gave any ID's for the guards, but mostly their faces were covered anyway and it was still hooked up to The Raven's database and reliant on what he had. Which was admittedly a lot. Uncle Gabe was a saint, but a paranoid one. Tony was shaping up to take after his foster father in more ways than one. "I'll take the dogs if it comes to it. Doesn't look like they're focused on the fire exit. Could be an opening to get in without the outside guars noticing ... or could be a trap. Or just blocked from the inside, I'm guessing they're not having OSHA coming for inspections."
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"Of course I have more than just my guns." He paused for effect, then reached back and pulled the sleek, air powered rifle off his back. "I have tranqs. You go for that fire exit, see if it's a viable way in. I'll cover you and see what I can do about taking out some of the chaff. I'm not that keen on the idea of leading out a gaggle of school kids around a bunch of still walking bad guys."
He had a fairly decent vantage point from this roof, though, and he laid out flat as he shimmied his way to the edge. A bright red helmet against the sky might not have been the best choice, but hey. It was sunset. Colors did weird things, right? Besides, Bat 101 was 'how to see over/past the edge of a roof/corner/window without being seen'.
"In position. I've got you, Shrike."
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Then before he could reply, taking a leap off the edge. They landed softly and without a sound in a blind spot for the guards before moving toward the fire door, more stealthy than anyone dressed in a mostly white costume really should be. The door is locked, but that's easy enough to crack quietly since it's a perfunctory one only made to work in one direction. A gentle push and it moved, Wren tense as their waited - no alarm sounded.
"Door's good - how's it look from - fuck-" the swear was a quiet one as Wren felt that familiar cold chill that came with the warnings of danger right before they happened, scrambling to get back behind the cover of the blind spot before they were noticed.
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Easy, Shrike. I got you.
[He put a little emphasis on the word because he knew how badly their previous team had fucked them up. How many times they had been let down or cornered because someone wasn't doing their part.
Well, they were with the Outlaws now. With him. And he'd be damned back to that hole in the ground before he let someone sneak up on his people.]
I got clear sightlines for forty percent of the building through the main windows. Stick to this west wall and I should be able to cover you. Even better, poke your head in, get a count, and get your shapely ass right back out, got it?
[Over the comms, they might be able to hear another soft bark from the rifle.]
One K9 team is down.
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The blood slowly seeped down onto the floor, adding to the growing pool around the body of the man slumped at his desk in a completely normal looking office in an industrial warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. The lights in the warehouse on the other side of the glass partition wall had been dimmed as the last workers departed, leaving just the boss, Javier Infante, to work late in his office. The blinds were closed, the door hadn't opened and yet one of Gotham's up and coming crime lords somehow lay dead, waiting for his body to be discovered.
Rumour had it Infante had been running a large scale smuggling operation, bringing in drugs and sending out weapons, paying off local officials and police while muscling in on the city's crime scene. It had been a thriving operation, but such operations nearly always drew rivals eager to destroy the nascent operation. Infante had been well prepared, with security still patrolling outside, ready to stop any threat to the boss' hq.
A task which they had singularly failed to do.
sonya blade | Mortal Kombat | OTA
You can thank MK1 for inspiring this!
Morgan || Fire Emblem 13 || OTA
Revy | Black Lagoon | OTA