Sugar Rush (Aspiring Hero)

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Name: Marcy Adams (AKA Sugar Rush)

Location: Valor City, An island off the coast of North Carolina

Alignment: Hero

Appearance: A 19 year old caucasian woman with long red hair, wearing a yellow and red spandex suit with large yellow goggles.

Powers: Super Speed, Super Stamina.

Weaknesses: High caloric intake.

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You sit on the corner of a rooftop eating your lunch, well 3rd lunch, watching the city, the cars move along the road, the people hurry along the sidewalk.

The pasta you’re eating is meh, serves you right for picking a local place but at least it’s filling.

Looking down upon the world from on high, it’s nice to appreciate the little things, namely the fact that the world moves at an appropriate speed. That is always a good sign.

You don’t know why, you don’t know how but the world always seems to slow down when something bad happens around you, it’s not a conscious effort, often times you won’t notice anything is amiss until time starts to slow, the people around you turn into sluggish, snails, speaking and moving so slowly that it borders on agonizing.

Suddenly down the road you hear a loud boom, not like an explosion more like a massive object hitting something right on cue time slows to a crawl, grains of sand dramatically plummeting down an hour glass.

You figure it won’t take long so you set your meal aside and pull your goggles into place, before you start scoot off the edge of the roof, your feet making purchase with the side of the building before making your way down, making sure to only step on the bricks lest you destroy the glass.

You skate around cars and crowds of pedestrians, knowing so much as brushing along side one will have disastrous consequences for all parties involved. When you arrive you spot a police presence around the area, keeping passersby away but not much else.

This is mostly what police do nowadays, since over half of all humans are host to powers the police mostly just exist to support the capes or do the grunt work that capes aren’t willing to do.

The real work gets passed to the hero precincts or to freelancers, like you. And while freelancers aren’t officially recognized as heroes and thus receive no payment for your efforts, at least you get to make your own hours.

You move past the police line to get into the scene, a small stretch of road that looks more like a war zone.

Standing in the middle of it all are Bulwark and Rattlesnake Jake, both of them notable figures in their respective sides of the law.

Bulwark looks like an average enough guy, hell he looks like a stereotypical BBQ dad, salt and pepper hair and everything.

Broad shouldered and tall, he cuts the image of a traditional super hero quite well, at least while he’s in his suit.

Seeing him on the street you wouldn’t think he could stay grounded in place during a hurricane or take a missile to that white bread ass jawline.

As for Jake? He’s a big ass snake. With guns.

To be more precise he’s a snake-human hybrid, the core of his body is comprised of a 30 foot long snake body with no legs to speak of, the only part of him that’s human being his arms that jut out of the snakes torso, each gripping a revolver.

He’s one of the freaks from the sewer, a gang of parahumans that got cursed with some very unfortunate mutations.

Rattlesnake in particular has a distaste for the normal folk topside, that on top of the fact that he isn’t scared of topside, means he semi-frequently harasses the city every now and then.

Both parties appear to be in rough shape, Bulwark’s hair is tasseled and a large bite mark appears to have punctured the skin along his shoulder meanwhile Jake is dotted in bruises and welts, he’s even missing a fang.

The battle appears to be at a tipping point, you’re not strong enough to go toe to toe with Jake but hit and run attacks could be helpful.

You move forward sending your fist into jakes gut, you feel an ache in your wrist but you know that jakes gut is about to feel much worse.

After your strike you back off letting Bulwark put a few hits in and take up jakes attention before you move in to capitalize.

During the fight Bulwark commits too much to a hit, leaving him off balance, Jake goes in for the kill now, lunging in for a bite.

You rush forward, you doubt you can move Bulwark in time after all, his whole thing is that he’s immovable.

Your heart pounds in your ears like war drums as you run up jakes back before jumping off the top of his head.

When you slow down you watch as your actions take effect, you see jakes back ripple softly like a lake being rained on and his head careens into the pavement falling a foot or two short of Bulwarks boots.

Jake seems to be out like a light and as Bulwark catches his breath he nudges jakes head a bit with his boot.

“H… heh… yeah… he’s in for a loooong nap…” turning to you he takes you or at least the fine details of you for the first time.

“Huh… little young to be freelancing aren’t you….?” He says, placing his hands on his hips, bending his back a little, eliciting a series of pops from his joints.

“Aren’t you a little old to be away from your desk?” You fire back defiantly, having to crane your head a fair degree to return his gaze.

“Ouch… yeah… you got me there kid… hey I appreciate the help and all but uh… officially speaking I need to ask that you stay out of precinct business in the future…” he says slightly apologetically.

“Then what about a posting…? I’m old enough to go on registry, besides it’s not like I need a bunch of training”

“Alright well… listen… how about this, you come by the municipal precinct and maybe we can work out some kind of sidekick program or something…”

“Wh.. side kick?! I’ve been working alone perfectly fine for weeks now just give me a badge and paycheck and I can keep doing what I’m doing!”

“Young lady, I don’t know if you knew this or not but I’m not the big guy in charge, you want to talk about this you go do it with them” his voice is stern now but not mean, clearly intending to clarify the situation.

Bending down clearly debating on how exactly he’s going to get Jakes **** body back to the precinct when you slip out of the scene, after all this isn’t your problem anymore, your freelance…