just so happened to be doing a midnight check of the rooftops before turning in, and spots the fire from the top of his favourite tea shop."

Oh, hell...and here I thought I was going to get some sleep tonight." Reajusting his mask, he flies down from the building and towards the

park, where one of those blasted villains from the IVS more than likely awaits him.

notices the fire as well. He heads off to find a fire hose, not even bothering to go invisible for this. Wouldn't really help much.

lands a yard or so away from the blaze, looking for some means of putting it out. Where are those thousands of fire hydrants when you

actually need one...? "Oi, wherever you are...you better come out now! You won't like what happens if I actualyly have to come out and

find you!"

picks up a few leaves and tosses them idly into the ever growing flames. Hmm... they look so pretty crackling. Hears the voice and looks up.

Then snickers. It's pretty obvious he's the culprit here. He's just standing there, in costume.

doesn't find a fire hose, but he does find a wrench, and gets to work on loosening the valve on the fire hydrant. Oh good, that guys is

being distracted.

does a quick visual sweep of the area, his attention settling on the only other person in sight-oh, not this joker again..."Hey, twat! Did

I not chase you out of some department store a few nights ago?" Eyebrows furrowing together in an attempt to remember, he flies over to the

ridiculously-dressed (as if he's one to talk,) villain, reaching down to grab him by the scruff of his neck.

"Whoa, hold on there!" Moves his arms in an arc above his head, and fire sprouts where his hands were, forming a barrier

around him. "I'm watching the show, back off for a few."

grunts as he wrestles with the wrench. Ugh, why didn't he get super strength instead? Starts kicking the stupid thing.

almost immediantly flies away from the flames, grimacing when a stray ember comes close enough to singe one of his eyebrows. "Ugh, typical..

Well, I hate to inform you, but this show is over. I suggest you turn yourself into the police, but I'd be more than happy to do it for

you." He pulls out a miniature freeze gun, turning it to 'defrost' and pointing it at the other man. He pulls the trigger, waiting for a

quiet click...and lets out a distressed groan when he realizes that the damn thing is jammed. "...bloody hell..."

snickers and cast a glance up at him. "Aw, did you're gun break? Hmm..." Looks back to the park. "I think the damage is good

enough." Smirks and turns to just start walking away from the show.

finally manages to get the stupid thing moving and turns the valve until it opens, spraying water everywhere, including himself.

"Wha-d-don't just walk away, you bastard!!" He cries, deciding that brute force will just have to work in this situation. Because damn it

all, he's not going to just allow himself to be embarassed and mocked like that...nonetheless, he's got to take care of the burning park

first. The sound of rushing water grabs his attention, and he flies towards the source, suprised to see a...gushing fire hydrant? Did that

happen of its own accord...? "...what on earth?"

looks back as he hears the sound of the fire starting to fizzle... "What...? Oh god DAMMIT! All that hard

work?" Sighs and slumps. "Meh... it'll cost 'em a fortune to redo it at least..."

sits on the curb and tries to wring the water from his shirt. He also wants to stick around and make sure the fire is really, truly out.

turns around when he hears the sound of raging flames start to die, suprised to see that, as though by magic, the water from the hydrant has

begun to douse the park. "Curiouser and curiouser..." He murmurs, too shocked to bother to use proper grammar. "...I suppose I'll be the

one to clean all of this up, then..."

whistles a little as he wanders down the road now, very pleased with his work, even if it did get cut short.

rolls his eyes when he hears the other man. Yeah, sure, he was the one cleaning things up. And he wasn't even invisible right

now! And, hm...that guy is getting away. Should he follow...?

walks back over to the park, stopping at the pay phone to call the police. Looks like that sad excuse for a villain is walking down Flora

Street at the moment, so they ought to be able to catch up to him while he fixes this...mess the best he can.

slides his hands into his pockets and wonders if he should take off the costume. Hmmm... better get inside somewhere... glances around and

slips into a convenience store.

leaves the park to the Brit and follows the other man down the street. He's not looking for a fight, just information.

ducks inside a bathroom in the convenience store and pulls off his costume. Hmm... looks like there's a window here.

noticed him going into convenience store, but loses him after that. It's not a big place, so he loiters by the door, hoping he'll catch him

on his way out.

slips out the window in street clothes and goes back to whistling as he wanders around back to the front of the building, hands

casually in his pockets.

gets frustrated and impatient after about twenty minutes and leaves, grumpy. As he walks out he notices the bathroom sign and grimaces.

Great...he should have thought to look for that.

a badass. The badassiest of badasses... the mos---SHIT, he left his sunglasses in the bathroom. Doubles back to get them! ... going by

way of the window, yes.

figures he might as well head on home (...or maybe check on that park, oops). As he does, he spots someone climbing in the bathroom window.

He stares in confusion for a second, then makes a surprised sound once he figures it out.

finds his sunglasses and tucks them in his pocket before climbing out the window again and brushing himself off.

picks up where he left off following him. He's usually quite good at being quiet, but he accidentally hits a trashcan and knocks it over. He

instantly goes invisible out of reflex.

turns around at the sound. Blinks. "Um... hallo?" ... weird, why'd that trash can knock over?

mentally curses and freezes in place. Okay, don't move, and don't make a sound! ...and hope he doesn't light something on fire.

watches for a few long moments. Then shrugs and goes back to walking. He's not a particularly suspicious person by nature.

lets out a sigh of relief. And okay, definitely staying invisible now. Follow, follow~

whistle, whistle... slows down. No, no, there's definitely a fairly consistent sound behind him, but turning around he doesn't see anything.

stops when the man he's following does. Great, he seems suspicious. He holds his breath, and concentrates on being silent. Guh, he's a

little too close for comfort...

just watches the darkness behind him hard for a few moments before turning away again. Except this time, he starts running.

curses under his breath and chases after. Well, he's most definitely found out now, but at least the guy won't be able to find him easily.

keeps running, but allows himself to go a little bit slower, so it seems like he's tiring and slowing down.

catches up and draws closer, feeling a bit smug. He was in way better shape than this guy, heh.

adjusts his position juuust a little and comes to a very sudden halt.

very nearly careens into him, and only just manages to stumble off to the side at the last moment. Perhaps he won't notice...? Yeah, no,

he's been found out.

glances to the side a little. "... I know you're there, even if I can't see you..."

can't decide what to do. Escape? Or should he try and capture the guy? He crouches down to pick up a pebble and tosses a

short distance away. (geez, good job, plurk)

casts a quick look towards the pebble. And then starts just... shooting fire everywhere.

curses and ducks behind a dumpster. His sweatshirt sleeve catches fire and he yanks it off, stomping on it to put it out.

"There you are." Walks towards the bit of fire that's moving irregularly.

panics and grabs for the man's ankle, trying to knock him on his back.

"Fuc--" Hits the ground. "Oh, for FUCK'S SAKE, I just wanna know why you're following me!"

flinches back. "S-sorry!" That's total reflex.

just... lies there. "... so why the fuck are you following me?"

coughs. "Um..." He's not entirely sure himself. Pretty sure he was going to end up tipping off the authorities, or a hero, or something like

that. "I just...wanted to know more about you." Technically true.

"So you followed me? Invisible?" Looks around, trying to spot the guy again.

fades into view, even though he's pretty sure it's not a great idea. He's still crouched behind the dumpster. "Uh huh..."

Aha. There he is. "... that doesn't make any sense."

ducks his head. "Sorry..." He bites his lip, trying to think of a cover. "I just...admired you."

blinks. Then grins. "Really?"

nods slowly. "Uh huh." Terrible idea.

His one weakness. His ego. ;A; "... what in ... particular?"

swallows. "Uh...your...style. You, uh, really showed that other guy, eh?"

blinks. Then grins. "I really did, didn't I?"

nods enthusiastically. Whew, that worked. "Y-yeah! All that fire? I mean, that was cool." Might as well really go for it.

looks pleased as he goes to get himself up off of the ground. "I thought so too."

gets up as well, picking up his damaged sweatshirt. Bummer... "So, um...sorry about all that." Time to work on escaping.

"No problem, no problem." Reaches over to grab the boy around the shoulders though. "Hey, why don't we go get some beer?"

jumps a little. Noooo, he wants to go home (and maybe report him to the police)! But he can't think of a plausible way to beg off, so he

nods nervously. "S-sure! That sounds like fun, eh...?"

"Of course it does!" Starts walking, arm around the kid's shoulders. "What's your name, kid?"

blushes. He's not used to this 'being noticed' thing. "Um...Matthew." He thinks it's better to avoid last names.

"Matthew, huh? You can call me... uh..." Bad at this. "Just call me Hamlet, alright?" That works. Yeeeah. B]

shoots him a dry look. "...Hamlet, eh?" Okay, maybe he shouldn't be one to judge. Perhaps his parents were theatre people or

something. "Um, where are we going...Hamlet?"

lol. It's always fun to be called 'Hamlet'. 8D "A bar. Where else?" Squeezes Matthew's shoulder then leads him into a rowdy bar.

smiles nervously. "O-oh..." Hm.actually this could work in his favor...if the place was busy enough, he might be able to blend into the

crowd and make his getaway!

See, but he's not letting go of Matthew. Not yet. "Hey everyone!" There's a cheer from everyone. They seem to all know him. "This is my

new buddy Matthew." Another loud greeting. "Take care of him, alright?" And suddenly everyone wants to buy Matthew a drink.

's eyes go wide at the chorus of greetings. He smiles and waves and, at least for a few minutes, tries to fend off the drinks. But

after a moment, he finds one in his hands, not entirely sure how it got there. He sighs and takes a drink.

pats him on the back. "There you go. Just drink up, pal. You'll have lots of fun." Is almost through a beer himself.

isn't so sure about 'fun'. Sigh. Hm, okay. He'll just pretend that he's undercover or something, yeah! He awkwardly raises his

beer. "Alright. Um, cheers?"

clinks his glass against Matthew's. "Just make sure you drink it all." Grin.

can't help but feel he's being challenged. "O-okay." Well, bottoms up? He takes another drink. He's supposed to be an admirer, so he may as

well play the role. "So...why the park?"