Breakin' up the boredom! ((OPEN))

[Failmaster]

On the edge of a rooftop, crouched down, one hand resting on his left knee, right hand lightly touching the ground to keep his balance. His goggles were, at present, pulled down over his eyes, and lit up with a soft blue glow, and had a rapid stream of text flashing across them. "I see... So, the crime level here is above the usual, even for this country. Drugs and all types of theft, mostly..."

The glow faded from the goggles with a light 'click' sound, and then he grinned. "All right, time for Runner to dish out some justice." He stood up to his full height, cracked his knuckles, stretched for a moment, then backed up a few meters. He tensed up for a moment, then shot forward, leaping off the edge of the building and soaring out over the void below for several long seconds before he hit the next rooftop.

He kept this up for the next several minutes, going from rooftop to rooftop without pause or slowing down. And although he was going nowhere near as fast as he could, he was still making extremely rapid progress. And soon enough, he caught wind of a situation which would need his attention. Some kind of shady business, probably the drug deals he had read about. Just the thing to break up the boredom!

Pulling out one of his Vaulters, he extended the staff to seven feet, then stepped off the side of the building, falling toward the ground below in a 'freefall' fashion. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he rolled to cushion the impact slightly, and then was on his feet again, with no less than ten men staring at him. "Maybe this wasn't the best of ideas..." Runner mumbled to himself. "But no time to think about that now..."

He dropped into a combat stance, his staff held behind him in one hand, running near parallel with his spine, his other arm held out in front of him, palm toward his opponents, fingers just slightly clenched. "I'm pretty certain that that stuff isn't legal by any means, so there's no way I'm letting it get out! Now give up, or I start cracking skulls!"

It was a bluff, in a certain sense. He would definitely crack and break some bones, but not the skull; too much risk for death there. But...no need for them to know that.

However, his ultimatum was met with various obscenities and counter-ultimatums, as well as all of the men assembled drawing various firearms and weapons. Yeah...definitely not my best idea...

[Kentus]

[Felix Kupchak's Eyes]

How hard was it for a convicted felon slash mercenary to get a decent burger on this side of town? Judging by this attempt, probably pretty darn tough. Felix had been arguing for a grand total of ten seconds about the way the onions were cooked, and he was getting nowhere closer to getting his two hot dogs with chili, mustard, and raw onions. Vendors could be so bothersome sometimes. "I just don't want the onions cooked. Is that such a crime?" The vendor's anger was evident. "Like I just told you fifteen times, all of my onions have already been cooked! I can't uncook them!" Felix stepped back, as if insulted. "Well, some vendor you are. Fine, just give me cooked onions. Maybe I can give the heartburn to one of my dupes......" "What?" "Nothing. Make my hot dogs."

As the vendor began his work, fuming all the while, Felix glanced at the long line of folks waiting behind him, giving a wide grin to all of them. Though he didn't notice, they seemed to be as disgusted as the vendor. Upon further inspection of the area, Felix just happened to notice a strange form running along the rooftops, then disappearing seconds later. With a raised eyebrow, he glanced at the vendor again. He wasn't finished cooking the hot dog. Sighing, Felix concentrated a moment, and a perfect clone stepped out of his body, much to the amazement of those watching. Reaching into his jacket, Felix pulled out an uzi and handed it to the dupe. "I need something to do, so you do it for me. Go see what the roofrunner is doing. I'll pop in when I finish my lunch."

The dupe nodded and took off, down the street, hoping he was going in the right direction. After jogging down the street a ways and catching numerous odd looks, he finally arrived at the scene of a standoff, involving one man going against ten, and saying something about cracking skulls. "Cool." The 'Felix' noted, before stepping casually over towards the single man. "I have a skull cracking fetish. Can I join in?"

[Failmaster]

Just when things seemed like they couldn't get any worse for him, someone else stepped in. "Say what now? Join in? Uh...right. Yeah, I could use the help. Just try not to leave them dead. Other than that...go nuts, I guess." And he turned his attention back to his foes at that. Gotta be careful here... My suit should keep most of there gunfire from doing much, but...I shouldn't push it.

And so thinking, he spun his staff, taking it into both hands, and then took off in a blur of speed, and as he did, the first of his opponents took three blows in rapid succession, and then a fourth, and he was unconscious on the ground. The first had disarmed him, the second had tripped him up, the third had put him on the ground, and the fourth...WHAM, he was out like a light.

After that, his moment of surprise was over, and trhe others were onto what he could do. Six of the remaining nince turned their focus on Runner, two of them opening fire at him, while the remaining three kturned their attention to 'Felix', just making sure he didn't try anything funny.