Jasper took a moment to compose himself from the flashes of media photography, exhaling his Holden breathes while walking to an alley to search through his phone for the right contact.
Jaspers knocks into someone as he walks down the alley, away from the noise, glancing down at his phone. He was embarrassed at first, but after refocusing his eyes, he recognized the other individual.
"A logical response, because it is not me," the voice that sounded like hers and yet wasn't responded, just before her eyes turned red and a barrage of energy blasts cut a swath of destruction through the alleyway.
“New York on line 1, Boss! They say it’s urgent!” Your assistant James hollered from the other room as you mumbled in frustration to yourself, “it better not be another alien fight, those don’t pay good.”
“Mr Geyser! We have a situation here! It’s regarding the mayor’s daughter! It’s her lizard, Nibbles,” the rushed voice of the Mayor’s deputy was immediately ignored by Geyser as Geyser’s mind immediately zoomed into focus at just the mention of lizard.
Lizards are your one fear, your one weakness, but you're Power Geyser, and the city is counting on you so you push it aside. "Nibbles, you say? What's become of him?"
"He's transformed!" the deputy says, astonishment in every syllable. "He's become some kind of a ferret-wolverine hybrid! He's already torn the left arm off the secretary and he's cornered the Mayor in the main office! We need your help!"
As you press your watch to switch out your everyday clothes to the super wear, say goodbye to James, you can only think of one thing as you rush over to the Mayor's office; your fearful rival has arrived.
The werewolves alone should have been worth double what he was getting, and he wasn't even going to get into the time he fought that giant patchwork...thing.
Hopefully a client that will pay decently this time. "Hey, Gabriel Wraithe speaking. Need a demon dismissed, monster mashed, spook....sent away? I'm your man."
“Most people don’t call unless they are at the end of their rope, or tied in one. How can I help?” Gabriel asked feeling the dry spot on his head that hadn’t healed completely from the last job he took out of desperation.
Jasper wasn't rich from saving the world - mostly snappy photo ops for newspapers and magazines, and the media praising him which doesn't pay six figures - and he wanted out of this.
Jasper took a moment to compose himself from the flashes of media photography, exhaling his Holden breathes while walking to an alley to search through his phone for the right contact.
Jaspers knocks into someone as he walks down the alley, away from the noise, glancing down at his phone. He was embarrassed at first, but after refocusing his eyes, he recognized the other individual.
"Emma .... " Jasper paused while he searched for the right words. "This is the last place I expected to see ... you."
"A logical response, because it is not me," the voice that sounded like hers and yet wasn't responded, just before her eyes turned red and a barrage of energy blasts cut a swath of destruction through the alleyway.
“New York on line 1, Boss! They say it’s urgent!” Your assistant James hollered from the other room as you mumbled in frustration to yourself, “it better not be another alien fight, those don’t pay good.”
You don't hold out much hope he's right since you made your name and built your business on battling legions of tentacled invaders.
Taking a moment to get into a more 'heroic' mindset, you pick up the phone. "Alright, what seems to be the trouble? Not more aliens, I hope?"
“Mr Geyser! We have a situation here! It’s regarding the mayor’s daughter! It’s her lizard, Nibbles,” the rushed voice of the Mayor’s deputy was immediately ignored by Geyser as Geyser’s mind immediately zoomed into focus at just the mention of lizard.
Lizards are your one fear, your one weakness, but you're Power Geyser, and the city is counting on you so you push it aside. "Nibbles, you say? What's become of him?"
"He's transformed!" the deputy says, astonishment in every syllable. "He's become some kind of a ferret-wolverine hybrid! He's already torn the left arm off the secretary and he's cornered the Mayor in the main office! We need your help!"
You want to hang up, but superheroes don't just run away from ferret-wolverine-lizards, do they? "Say no more. I'll be there in a flash!"
As you press your watch to switch out your everyday clothes to the super wear, say goodbye to James, you can only think of one thing as you rush over to the Mayor's office; your fearful rival has arrived.
Gabriel knew that when he got into this line of work, but would it really kill people to pay a little more for each monster skull he brought in?
Did they really want to make him choose between slaying monsters and paying his rent?
The werewolves alone should have been worth double what he was getting, and he wasn't even going to get into the time he fought that giant patchwork...thing.
Ring ring ring* Someone with a number beginning with 213 is calling.
Hopefully a client that will pay decently this time. "Hey, Gabriel Wraithe speaking. Need a demon dismissed, monster mashed, spook....sent away? I'm your man."
"I don't normally do this." A slight tremor threaded through the voice on the other end. "But I'm at the end of my rope here."
“Most people don’t call unless they are at the end of their rope, or tied in one. How can I help?” Gabriel asked feeling the dry spot on his head that hadn’t healed completely from the last job he took out of desperation.
Jasper wasn't rich from saving the world - mostly snappy photo ops for newspapers and magazines, and the media praising him which doesn't pay six figures - and he wanted out of this.
The question was... how?
It wasn't like he worked under a secret identity he could simply pass on to the next eager soul willing to tackle this thankless task.