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Playing the victim to lure a potential super side-kick was a more difficult situation than Klarion originally thought. He had narrowed his ideas to one out of an original three; yell for help, beat someone up, or get beat up. The first was a see-through plan- the hero would easily see that he was screaming for help with no threats and see the trap. The second, beating someone up, while fun would surely result in a brawl between Rag Doll and himself, ending with force to get her back to his team, The Light. So that left getting beat up, or at least luring someone after him. This would be so much easier if Queen Bee could just mesmerize some guys into cornering me, Klarion growled to himself. But Teekl's meow was correct, the entire Light team was too focused on Vandal's new plan. Picking up a little brat to turn into a possible programmed mole was just a side mission for the Witch Boy to figure out.
Klarion peered around a grotesque and grimy corner and stared down the empty street ahead. With his dark tabby familiar around his shoulders, the Witch Boy stepped out into the grimy light of a streetlamp, illuminating his slender figure and unique hair-do with V-shaped bangs and devil horns gelled out of his messy, black hair. Or maybe it just fell like that. As he walked down, his formal shoes clicked, dark suit almost blending with the black night air. A short quest turned into a midnight stroll with desolate streets until a rough, troubling voice echoed from across the street.
"A little fancy don't you think?" Klarion turned his head to face the voice and grinned as a man of intimidating stature stepped into the yellow light of the other side of the street. A clear mutt thug.
"What, this old thing?" The man seemed to cringe a little at Klarion's heinously annoying voice. Klarion placed his black nailed hands on his slender waist. "You should see what else I buy." With his slender fingers he plucked from his inner jacket pocket a fat leather wallet. It caught the thug's attention, as it was meant to.
"Hand it over and I won't kill you," the man growled, beginning to approach with a greedy stare. All too easy, Klarion smirked to himself.
"Have to catch me first!" he called, taking off. He was able to keep his speed as he turned corners wild, thrust into a dark maze of alleyways and listening for the following footsteps that came pounding soon after. Perfect. Tight turns led to a welcome dead end, where Klarion cornered himself and whipped around. No escape, for anyone really. The irritated mutt came around the corner, and Klarion watched as he slowed and savored his approach. Klarion himself savored it before letting a loud, bloodcurdling shriek escape his lungs. It seemed to startle the man, but it was only an ephemeral moment before he charged at the Witch boy. "Looks like we'll have to start without her," Klarion mumbled all too soon. The girl had jumped down so fast that Klarion found himself wondering where she had come from. She almost seemed to be a shadow appearing out of thin air, a girl dressed in tight black with a doll mask and flowing brunette hair. Her body was lean and admirably beautiful, but not as admirable as her skill. Klarion watched with interest as her kicks hit so high that they broke the mutt's jaw, and her punches landed so hard that they cracked his nose sideways as well. She twirled and jumped up, dodged and kicked out. She was so quick and the sound produced from her shin colliding with the man was so loud that Klarion guessed she was well trained in kick boxing, at least. Within moments the man fled, nothing of his left behind but his blood.
"Well done," Klarion purred, putting a hand on his hip. She turned and faced him, appearing to have little intention of disappearing into thin air. He scanned her mask, carefully made and painted into a creepy grin. Her eyes were black fabric that he could not see into but knew she could see out of.
"You look familiar," She answered. Her voice was demanding and cold. "Who are you?"
"Take your mask off and I'll tell you," Klarion answered. She took a step back.
"Your voice is horrible," she hissed. "Are you sick?"
Klarion frowned, "No! Who are you anyways?"
"Rag Doll," she answered, cocking one hip out and placing a delicate hand on it. "Don't you watch the news?" She was trying Klarion's thin temper and patience.
"Just take off your mask," he answered, keeping the commanding tone from his voice.
"No."
"Come on, I won't tell." He caught it before it happened, the way she drew her arms into her and clenched the muscles of her legs let him know she was about to spring back up onto the rooftops and disappear. Well this just wouldn't do, so Klarion acted first, outstretching his hands and letting a painful burst of red magic fly and hit her hard. A wail of excruciating pain rang out as she collapsed onto her knees before him. She fell onto her palms, turning her head towards him in time to see his foot fly into her face, sending her mask flying off and herself sprawling backwards. It was shocking- but nothing she wasn't used to.
"Meow!" Klarion looked over at the fallen mask and noted what Teekl had- her hair was a wig sewn into the doll visage. He looked back over at her, intrigued as she sat up. Her hair was not brown, but red as blood. It was not flowing but choppy in the very short- possibly buzzed- in the back and long in the front, so long in comparison that it's jagged form covered part of her right cheek and eye. It was an interesting hairdo and slightly attractive in its rebellious cut, but not as interesting as her eyes. They were a fiery gold, snake like pupils widening in the darkness.
"So you do have superpowers," Klarion grinned as he examined her eyes. She wiped blood from her chin before flinging herself up and flying at him with a furious yell. He zapped her once more, sending her sprawling on the cement. "Whoops," Klarion slipped out apathetically. "Alright lady, we can do this the easy way or the painful way. The latter is more fun."

Description
Playing the victim to lure a potential super side-kick was a more difficult situation than Klarion originally thought. He had narrowed his ideas to one out of an original three; yell for help, beat someone up, or get beat up. The first was a see-through plan- the hero would easily see that he was screaming for help with no threats and see the trap. The second, beating someone up, while fun would surely result in a brawl between Rag Doll and himself, ending with force to get her back to his team, The Light. So that left getting beat up, or at least luring someone after him. This would be so much easier if Queen Bee could just mesmerize some guys into cornering me, Klarion growled to himself. But Teekl's meow was correct, the entire Light team was too focused on Vandal's new plan. Picking up a little brat to turn into a possible programmed mole was just a side mission for the Witch Boy to figure out.
Klarion peered around a grotesque and grimy corner and stared down the empty street ahead. With his dark tabby familiar around his shoulders, the Witch Boy stepped out into the grimy light of a streetlamp, illuminating his slender figure and unique hair-do with V-shaped bangs and devil horns gelled out of his messy, black hair. Or maybe it just fell like that. As he walked down, his formal shoes clicked, dark suit almost blending with the black night air. A short quest turned into a midnight stroll with desolate streets until a rough, troubling voice echoed from across the street.
"A little fancy don't you think?" Klarion turned his head to face the voice and grinned as a man of intimidating stature stepped into the yellow light of the other side of the street. A clear mutt thug.
"What, this old thing?" The man seemed to cringe a little at Klarion's heinously annoying voice. Klarion placed his black nailed hands on his slender waist. "You should see what else I buy." With his slender fingers he plucked from his inner jacket pocket a fat leather wallet. It caught the thug's attention, as it was meant to.
"Hand it over and I won't kill you," the man growled, beginning to approach with a greedy stare. All too easy, Klarion smirked to himself.
"Have to catch me first!" he called, taking off. He was able to keep his speed as he turned corners wild, thrust into a dark maze of alleyways and listening for the following footsteps that came pounding soon after. Perfect. Tight turns led to a welcome dead end, where Klarion cornered himself and whipped around. No escape, for anyone really. The irritated mutt came around the corner, and Klarion watched as he slowed and savored his approach. Klarion himself savored it before letting a loud, bloodcurdling shriek escape his lungs. It seemed to startle the man, but it was only an ephemeral moment before he charged at the Witch boy. "Looks like we'll have to start without her," Klarion mumbled all too soon. The girl had jumped down so fast that Klarion found himself wondering where she had come from. She almost seemed to be a shadow appearing out of thin air, a girl dressed in tight black with a doll mask and flowing brunette hair. Her body was lean and admirably beautiful, but not as admirable as her skill. Klarion watched with interest as her kicks hit so high that they broke the mutt's jaw, and her punches landed so hard that they cracked his nose sideways as well. She twirled and jumped up, dodged and kicked out. She was so quick and the sound produced from her shin colliding with the man was so loud that Klarion guessed she was well trained in kick boxing, at least. Within moments the man fled, nothing of his left behind but his blood.
"Well done," Klarion purred, putting a hand on his hip. She turned and faced him, appearing to have little intention of disappearing into thin air. He scanned her mask, carefully made and painted into a creepy grin. Her eyes were black fabric that he could not see into but knew she could see out of.
"You look familiar," She answered. Her voice was demanding and cold. "Who are you?"
"Take your mask off and I'll tell you," Klarion answered. She took a step back.
"Your voice is horrible," she hissed. "Are you sick?"
Klarion frowned, "No! Who are you anyways?"
"Rag Doll," she answered, cocking one hip out and placing a delicate hand on it. "Don't you watch the news?" She was trying Klarion's thin temper and patience.
"Just take off your mask," he answered, keeping the commanding tone from his voice.
"No."
"Come on, I won't tell." He caught it before it happened, the way she drew her arms into her and clenched the muscles of her legs let him know she was about to spring back up onto the rooftops and disappear. Well this just wouldn't do, so Klarion acted first, outstretching his hands and letting a painful burst of red magic fly and hit her hard. A wail of excruciating pain rang out as she collapsed onto her knees before him. She fell onto her palms, turning her head towards him in time to see his foot fly into her face, sending her mask flying off and herself sprawling backwards. It was shocking- but nothing she wasn't used to.
"Meow!" Klarion looked over at the fallen mask and noted what Teekl had- her hair was a wig sewn into the doll visage. He looked back over at her, intrigued as she sat up. Her hair was not brown, but red as blood. It was not flowing but choppy in the very short- possibly buzzed- in the back and long in the front, so long in comparison that it's jagged form covered part of her right cheek and eye. It was an interesting hairdo and slightly attractive in its rebellious cut, but not as interesting as her eyes. They were a fiery gold, snake like pupils widening in the darkness.
"So you do have superpowers," Klarion grinned as he examined her eyes. She wiped blood from her chin before flinging herself up and flying at him with a furious yell. He zapped her once more, sending her sprawling on the cement. "Whoops," Klarion slipped out apathetically. "Alright lady, we can do this the easy way or the painful way. The latter is more fun."