The Muller Effect discussion

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Greyson stumbled into an alley way, his arm bleeding a little still. He leaned against a wall and slumped down, panting slightly. He held his wounded with his gauntleted arm and groaned.

Greyson leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. That blast had hurt and drained a lot of his energy. His hover cycle was damaged from the blast so he had dragged it all the way here.

Greysons breath grew heavy. “They’re gonna be so pissed.” He threw his left hand back, the one with the gauntlet, and punched the wall.

Greyson looked around. “Who’s there?” He called out, struggling to stand. “What the hell do you want?”

“You gotta be kidding…” He mumbled. He started to move towards the entrance of the ally we’re his bike was. He kept his left hand out and even thought he was low on energy, he stilled tried to charger a blast.

“No, especially not from you.” He said, turning around to face her. “Get off my cycle.” He said, seeming hostile but it was plainly obvious he couldn’t do anything about the situation.

“You’re a Hero, I don’t need to know you.” He said, stepping back. “Just leave me alone.” Greyson winced, he had accidentally bumped into the wall, his right arm scraping against it. “Fuck-“

He exhaled and lowered his hand. “How are you gonna help?” He asked. “The same way your friend did at the bank?”

“There was a damn hero, he made me blow the place up!” Greyson said. “He was trying to ‘help’.”

“No!” He glanced at his arm. “He made me, I wasn’t going to do anything because I know my powers are broken!” He winced, his arm was hurting pretty bad.

“Why do you care?” He asked, he was getting worried that his arm may be broken, but the bleeding had stopped. Now there was just dried blood on his arm and hand. The burns had been healed by whoever the other person at the bank was but it wasn’t healed all the way.

He scowled at her. “What would you do to help?” He asked. “Unless you have healing abilities, you couldn’t really do much.”

He gave an unfazed look. “Alright..” He said, moving a little closer. “Fine..” He thought.

“Just… yeah really.” Greyson moved over hesitantly.

He looked up slightly to meet her eyes. He was only a little shorter than her and probably younger. “No, I just want to get out of this…situation.” He said.

He reluctantly put his arm out, staying silent. He looked down and sighed as she wrapped his arm.

He pulled his arm away and backed up again. He mumbled something but it was hard to tell what. “I guess you have to take me in now huh..” He said, preparing himself for the worst.

He tilted his head slightly. “But don’t you guys want me on your side or something? And technically, haven’t I committed crimes?” He asked. He kind of wanted her to try and bring him in, mostly because he wanted the challenge of getting out.

He relaxed. “Oh.. but you’re a hero.” Greyson stated obviously. “Wait, holy shit you’re one of the Core Four.” He said, just now realizing it.

“I just… didn’t expect..” He looked her up and down. “You’re.. younger than.. I expected..” He said. The neon lights of New York were bright at this time of night and they flashed on his gauntlet.

“No, just… there no way your anymore than three years older than me, I just expected you to be like.. an adult.” He said.

“Well, I’m not a celebrity-“ He started. “I’m a damn vigilante,” He said, stepping back a little.

“Well..” He was looking past her to the street. “I should probably get going..” He said, trying to live around her. He was hoping what he said didn’t piss her off enough to change her mind.

((I can make a topic and start there, we could have it so she’s on night patrol and maybe have her try and take him in?))