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eluminium · 3 years

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Raiding the Train, Unique Endings

So uh, me and @reginaldcopperbottom (creator of the Masqueraiders) were thinking about making a kind of trilogy where Henry doesn’t go after the Toppats after StD. Instead he goes after the Bowtie Bastards (RtT basically replaces ItA) and then the Masqueraiders (StS replaces FtC). Then you have a type of CtM game called Accomplishing the Task, where you can choose endings from RtT and StS. Here are the endings for Raiding the Train plus an introduction. These aren’t fully set in stone yet however, and might change with time. Btw the Crownminals belongs to @charles-calvin-fanclub

The introduction - It's a bit after Henry has stolen the Tunisian Diamond and he's living a surprisingly comfortable life for once. But one day a bunch of criminals known as the Bowtie Bastards steals the precious jewel from him! Determined to show these stupid Bowties who they're messing with, he gathers his gear to go get his tressure back, and maybe even more. Although right before he leaves he gets two messages. One is from The Government.

They say they've learned about the Diamonds abduction and offer him a deal. If he assists them with recovering a very skilled and important helicopter pilot as well as important data from the Bowties archives, they'll drop all charges against him and let him keep the diamond.

The second message is from a criminal organization known as The Crownminals. They tell Henry that they'll help him reclaim his tressure if he joins their team later. They have some...personal business with the Bowtie Bastards, they say.

The first choice is presented. Government, Crownminals, or Independent. This is the option that decides the paths you can take. Here they are in order.

Government - Henry chooses to help the Government in retrieving Charles and the documents. He meets up with Galeforce who explains the situation and gives him a shit ton of tools to use for the operation. Henry manages to make his way to the hostage cells relatively sneakily and sees Charles locked up in a cell. Here's where there's a split path. Henry can either chose to Free Charles and continue on their mission to get the documents or Abandon Charles to gather up more riches for himself, consequently ending his agreement with the Government.

If Henry chooses to Free Charles the two of them continue on the mission as a duo, ending with Henry safely returning everything needed to Galeforce. During their escape/semi heist, they run into Conductor Elg, who chases them until the Government delivers backup. By completing his part of the deal he earns a pardon, the Tunisian Diamond, and gets to keep the extra riches he stole from the Bowtie Bastards. He also gains a certain amount of trust within the Government, which could be very useful in the future... *wink* *wink*

Ending name: Backed-up Billionaire

If Henry chooses to Abandon Charles, he heads off to loot the Bowties with the Governments equipment. They don't notice until it's too late and Henry is already making off with the riches, having severely hurt Conductor Elg in the process. He's now richer than ever, but he's made the Bowtie Bastards and The Government his enemies.

Ending name: Backstabbing Billionaire

Crownminals - If Henry chooses to team up with the Crownminals they meet up with him at a specified location and explain their plan to him. After being filled in on his role he's given a beautiful Crown to signal his new position, and the raid starts. Henry sneaks in while the Crowns provide distractions and assistance when needed. He manages to hurt several important members during his run and even comes face to face with Conductor Elg. Henry cannot defeat the Conductor head-on with the tools he's got but he uses one of her attacks to send himself and the stolen goods to safety. After reporting his success to the Crownminal leader Luigra he's welcomed into the Crowns with open arms.

Ending name: Crownverted

Independent - If Henry chooses to ignore both the Government and the Crownminals, he'll attack the Bowtie Bastards all on his own. He uses his famous scooter to get there and starts his assault. Very early on he can choose if he wants to be violent or sneaky. This is another split path.

If Henry chooses the violent option, he'll tear through the Bowtie Bastards with no mercy, causing huge damage to the faction. After having looted everything he could find and had a big fight with Conductor Elg, Young Soul Aynan, and Old Soul Frank, he leaves without a second thought. The Bowtie Bastards survive but are weakened by Henry's attack, and they might be considered easy picking by other factions.

Ending name - Ruthless Reclaimer

If Henry chooses to be a sneaky stick, he'll creep through the train without causing any physical harm. Although when he reaches the Tunisian Diamonds location, Conductor Elg is waiting for him. Turns out they knew he was here as soon as he crawled into the vents. But instead of kicking his ass, Elg offers him to become one of them, a Bowtie Bastard. I mean, he had fun sneaking through the train right? And the rich life is kinda boring in comparison right? So why not join them? After thinking over Elg's words, he chooses to join.

Ending name: Bastard Time!

#raiding the train #henry stickmin #thsc #henry stickmin collection #the henry stickmin collection #bowtie bastards #henry stickmin fanfaction #infiltrating the airship #fleeing the complex #completing the mission #masqueraiders #crownminals #stealing the diamond #original character #my writing #conductor elg

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adventuresoftommycandroxyc · 5 years

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Crown Mines, Crown Engine Houses & The Count House at Bottalack Mine, Cornwall.

If you love adventuring, this is the place for you. You could spend hours exploring all of the old ruined buildings as the site is quite vast. Bring a doggo for 2x the fun. The views are phenomenal so snap dem pics, and Be careful not to fall down a mine shaft. the -TommyC

Bottalack mine has most recently become well known for its starting role in Poldark. However the view of the Engine Houses precariously perched on the cliff edge form probably the most iconic and well recognised of the Cornish Landscapes. The remains of the mine buildings and shafts here coupled with the on site museum give you an insight into the mine's working history - RoxyB.

Side note: It gets very slippery the further up and out you venture. Wear sensible shoes and take extra care when exploring this area. There is a lovely little tea shop on site, the tea shop doubles up as a museum with a short film you can watch about the mines and posters with information about the working life of the mine.

Cost: Free

Opening hours: Open during any reasonable daylight hour.

35-37/2663 visited on our travels...

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ntandoxv · 7 years

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From the XV Archives . The Regime Tailored Denim Jacket and Patch Pockets Trousers & The Regime Cropped Denim Jacket and The Virile Curved Darted Denim Jeans ... Photographer: Jerri Mokgofe Model : Sean McCollet & Chris Maghoma MakeUp/Grooming: Lucoh Stylist: Katlego Edgar Magano #XVArtisan #ACJ #TheRegime #menswear #archive #stylethrowback #thursday #Landscape #Crownmines #photography #Sand #nature #SouthAfricanDesign #Tailored (at Johannesburg, Gauteng)

#landscape #tailored #archive #crownmines #thursday #menswear #acj #sand #nature #photography #theregime #xvartisan #southafricandesign #stylethrowback

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crownmin-rs · 4 years

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Character design by me"@_crownmin (Maleficent + Evil queen +magic🧙‍♀️🙆🏻‍♂️😄) Happy Halloween 🧛‍♂️🎃 App: #medibang paint #design #illustrationart #illustration #illustrationartists #funny #characterdesign #character #halloween #sketchbook #sketch #crazy #lovely #maleficent #evilqueen #snowwhite #digitalart #digitalpainting #digital #digitalillustration #magic #queen #queens #disneyland #disney #crownmin #art #artist #artblogger #cartoon https://www.instagram.com/p/B4PoXcHD5qa/?igshid=1x7i84d9j3i9b

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fantasticradiouk · 6 years

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@siphiwemhlambi with #Mzansi #OrdinaryPeople #Portraiture #CrownMines #SquarterCamp #Rolleiflex #MediumFormat #6x6 #IlfordFP4Plus125 #blackandwhitephotography #PassionatePhotography

#crownmines #mediumformat #squartercamp #passionatephotography #mzansi #6x6 #ilfordfp4plus125 #rolleiflex #portraiture #blackandwhitephotography #ordinarypeople

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rubinahassan · 7 years

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Do Over!

السلام عليكم و رحمةالله و بركاته How is everyone doing??! Can you believe That it’s mid- February ?! I know haven’t been around much recently and I must apologize for that. However, since I missed my January deadline, I have decided a Do Over is much needed and so February is the beginning of my new year. So Happy New Year Everyone!! I’ve never been more busy than what I’ve been recently.…

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#27Four #Cii #Crownmines #Events #Fun Run/Walk #Gala Dinner #Lenasia #Mufti Mangera #Omar Esa #Palm Continental Hotel

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tendanimakhesaposts · 6 years

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Cashier and Shop Assistant

Pay-Per-Less Au Pairs – Crown Mines, Gauteng R4 500 a month Job Summary

Cashier & Shop Assistant required in Crownmines to work in a BUSY CORPORATE ENVIRONMENT.

START DATE : As soon as possible

TIMES: Mondays – Fridays: 07h00 – 16h30

SALARY: STARTING SALARY R4500 (3 month probation period)

DUTIES: (not limited to the following)

Mark Stock

Unpack stock

Checking of all orders

Draw up…

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#Cashier and Shop Assistant

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eluminium · 4 years

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Another Shot

So basically me and @reginaldcopperbottom had a big brain rot moment over a possible Cyborg AU (like RHM or Revenged!Henry) for Triple Thieving and then i created this fic.

Btw Triple Thieving is another AU where Luigra (leader of the Crownminals and belongs to @charles-calvin-fanclub) Elg (leader of the Bowtie Bastards and belongs to me) and Sylvester (leader of the Masqueraiders and belongs to @reginaldcopperbottom) are crime friends who do crime stuff with their factions having an open alliance with each other.

So the Cyborg AU is based in the Triple Thieving AU, making it an AU in an AU. I hope you enjoy this mess.

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The ground rumbled, and the sound of gunfire and explosions wormed their way around her. But she couldn't hear anything, only the shrill of a high pitched whine echoed in her head like she had been caught in a flashbang.

Wait, hadn't she been caught in an explosion?

She groaned. Every thought felt like a sledgehammer to the face, and her head was already killing her. God, it hurt so bad.

Actually, scratch that, her entire body sizzled with pure agony. Every movement felt like she was burning, every time her body got rocked by the shaking ground she felt one second closer to death.

How did she get here? Was this how she was gonna die? Who even was she? The pain was so overwhelming she could barely remember anything.

Something deep and animalistic inside her screamed to not forget, screamed to not die, screamed at her to get her act together. Listening to these urges, she tried to remember.

Her name was Elg...and she was the leader of...of the Bowtie Bastards? And she had two friends...They tried to raid some other organization...but some...Russians-

She felt a jerk stream through her body, and the anguish that followed threatened to swallow her whole. Her face became damper as tears and blood coated her skin. She just wanted this to end! Please!

But once again, that pesky urge to survive prevented her from giving in.

Russians...Russians wanted friends...they escape from...from wall? Why they escape from a wall? Wall..not danger?

She wanted to ponder the implications of fleeing from a wall, but she had to get back to the point. Those extra thoughts only made it harder after all.

Tried to...to keep friend safe...long stick...shoot rocket...boom-

The ground shivered ever so slightly as footsteps banged against it. The thoughts stopped once again as shock took over.

"Boss lass! Boss lass! Wher' are ya'!?-"

A gasp wormed its way through the shrill in her ears as the footsteps suddenly came to a stop.

"يا ربي! Elg!"

She knew that voice...clear as day. Her mouth opened.

"Ay..na..n?-"

A bloody cough interrupted her. She whined pitifully as the jolt caused by the cough spread pain in her systems.

"I-It will' be okay! We will fix th-this! Ple-Please, hol' on!"

His voice might have been shivering and breaking but to Elg, it was the most beautiful symphony she ever heard. Although the guttural scream tearing itself out of her throat as he tried to pick her up wasn't anything nice to listen to.

"Shhh, I'm so sorry lass...You'll be fine, I promise I won't let ya' g-go"

Her arms tangled themselves across her stomach as her savior quickened his pace. Every step sent a new shock of pain but she was starting to get numb. Was it the bloodloss? Maybe she should check out how bad she's got it.

Her eyelids slowly rose and beat back the exhaustion nibbling at her. She first saw Aynans determined yet fearful face, but her gaze wandered to something by their side. A tower. Tower tower tower tower...something about it felt important, something she should remember.

Suddenly it hit her and her heavy hand slithered its way to Aynans' arm and gave it a bloodstained poke. It did the trick as Aynans' gaze diverted to her.

"Syl...Sylve...ster...Lui...gra...!"

Her hand weakly clutched at his shirt and a little grunt escaped her lips, he needed to know how serious this was!

"Don't wo-worry Elg, w-we hav' backup com-comin' their w-way, E-Everything' gonna be fine" he stuttered nervously.

Even though his voice wasn't confident in the slightest, his words were weirdly calming. Her friends would be safe.

She could feel her body shutting down, her battle was drawing to a close. Her worn out eyes looked up at Aynan.

And she noticed something wet running down his cheeks.

"Pl...ease, don..'t...cr...cry...it...doe...doesn't...look...go...od...on...you..."

The corners of her mouth formed into a blood-soaked smile, before her world was swallowed by darkness.

"Wha' can ya do for them?!"

"Hmph, ze injuries are catastrophic, not salvageable without...intervention"

"That was not his question doctor, can you do what we ask of you, yes or no?"

"...Ja, I can, but it will come at ze hefty price"

"We have tha' money, just please help them!"

"Oh I do not mean ze cash, I am speaking of something else...I can see what I can do...Return tomorrow and ze queen and ze conductor will be good as new"

#my writing #bowtie bastards #masqueraiders #crownminals #luigra #conductor elg #sylvester wesley #aynan daher #henry stickmin #henry stickmin fanfaction #fanfaction #gore #kinda #not really fully explored just stated #lets hope tumblr will be nice and let me post this

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eluminium · 3 years

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Flufftober Day 28: Coffee

Characters: Conductor Elg, Aynan Daher, Luigra (mentioned and belongs to @charles-calvin-fanclub/ @luigra)

"I hate it, I hate it so much.."

"Yeah, I kno' boss lass..."

Elg pulled her hat over her face. Why, why was it always coffee? Ever since that snake Luigra threw-

Aynan snaked their way around her smaller frame, enveloping her in a hug.

"Don't worry Elg...I won't let anythin' happen to ya' again.."

#flufftober #day 28 #drabble #my writing #2020 #bowtie bastards #conductor elg #aynan daher #luigra #crownminals #okay this isn't really fluff #but you can't make anything fluffy when it comes to the BBs and coffee #its too cursed #so hurt/comfort is the best you can get #it's a great trope tho so whos complaining

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eluminium · 3 years

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Raid (hehe fanfic)

So i made a Masqueraiders (belongs to @reginaldcopperbottom) fanfic because i could. Yes it’s about 3k words. This one has been a long time in the making and I’m happy i finally got it done!

Please enjoy!

A groan escaped his throat as the car sent vibrations throughout his tired body. This was 100% not his day.

Scratch that, this was 100% not his week.

Although he knew that from the glorious hour he rose from his bed, with soreness traveling down his spine like a waterslide. These past days had been hell for the department, with criminal organizations raiding places left, right, and center. Good sleep was a rarity, and many fellow cops were falling asleep by their desks, only to be woken up by a call to action. And now it was his turn to deal with these crooks.

"The museum of Geology...A prime raiding target for any thief with common sense" mumbled his partner while taking a turn.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock..." was his grumpy response.

"Who do you think it is this time?" his partner joked.

"I bet on the Crownminals, from what we got these thieves are well organized, and that's their brand"

"That makes sense, although could always be Toppats too. Y'know one time-"

As the words kept spilling out of his partner's mouth, his eyes wandered afield, out towards the rearview mirror. A fog gathered in his eyes as the blinking red and blue lights burrowed into him and the world around him faded a bit. Maybe he could get some quality sleep after this. Just gotta take out these criminals and then drop dead like a ragdoll. God, some good sleep was gonna be heavenly, he could almost feel the plushness of his bed calling out to him.

"We're..he...re! ...Hel..lo? yo..u the..re?"

So soft...He could almost pretend...

"Dude! You there?"

"Ugh, yeah yeah I'm here, stop snapping your fingers in my face" he murmured angrily as his feet touched the ground outside the car.

The cold metal of his pistol dug into his hand. The museum and everything around it was engulfed in chaos. He picked up on various orders coming from colleagues, but it didn't seem to contain the animalistic anarchy around them.

A tired breath flowed out of his lips, this was not gonna be simple or coordinated, was it? Welp, better just get a good position and-

The ground rumbled angrily as an explosion tore through the museum. His body swayed violently as screams echoed in his ears.

"Shit! They need backup! C'mon, don't just stand there!"

Before he could even respond, a tight grip had grasped his shirt and his body was traveling faster than his mind. Dear lord, the guy was fast! In through the entrance, through the gunfire, people people people screaming loud loud-

SLAM!

The door's impact echoed in his ears as his mind tried to catch up with whatever the fuck just happened. The sleep deprivation wasn't helping at all.

"What...the HELL...did just happen?"

"Oh, sorry dude, went a bit too fast there!" his partner cheered.

"You could say that again..." he grumbled.

His disapproving stare tore through his partner, who could only respond by scratching the back of his neck with sweat dripping down his face. So awkward he was, with his apologetic smile and soft-looking face- Nope, that was NOT what he was gonna focus on.

They stayed locked in that position, staring at each other stiffly until the sound of someone clearing their throat reached their ears. Both their gazes turned towards this new presence.

"Hello gentlemen, thank you for finally noticing us!" A masked fellow cheered.

His lips remained sealed as his gaze wandered over the man. The man's mask seemed to resemble two shining suns, and a well-kept sun hat covered up his head, even though it was mid-October. His arms, however, were tied up with a rope across his stomach. But even then, a bright and shrewish smile adorned his face.

"Alright, you can stop starring at me now pig, It was way more entertaining to watch you two play gay chicken."

What.

"Agh! N-No, we weren't! I-I'm not even gay!" his partner exclaimed with embarrassment.

Suddenly, a strange protectiveness surged through his veins. His feet moved before his mind did, and he unexpectedly found himself between his partner and these fowl mask people.

"Oh yeah, that kid is definitely gay. Maybe the grump is gay too. Mad respect." the masked man chuckled to someone behind him.

He felt his face morph into a sneer as flustered squeaks clawed their way out of his partner's throat. His eyes turned to the woman behind the masked man, and they narrowed as he noticed more masked people tied up behind them.

This had to be a temporary cell, and these are its inmates. A bunch of weird...mask people.

Wait.

Mask people...Mask thieves? No that couldn't be right. Mask heisters? Maskings? Mask sneakers? Masquerade raiders? No that was stupid no-one in their right mind would choose that-

"Hey, big guy~"

He quickly snapped away from his thoughts with all his attention focused on the masked lady. Her hair was long and slightly curly, with the texture of the darkest night in December. Although, there were spots of color too. A purple crown with a white moon rested on her raven head. She was, factually, a beauty.

But something about that...seductive tone made his skin crawl, and not in a good way. More in an 'i'll pay you to never speak to me like that again' way.

"Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you got fine written all over you~"

Nope. Nope nope nope nope ew NO.

His mind was blank, and he looked like a fish out of water. It felt like disgusting bugs were crawling around inside his skin. Wait, was she wiggling her hips-?

"Dude? You online?"

He snapped back to reality and averted his stare. That was his partner. Right he still had a job to do. Criminals first, thinking about why he felt so uncomfortable with a woman flirting with him later. Luckily for him, a name got caught in his brainwaves.

He turned back towards the masked woman, his face stitched into a more serious expression.

"Masqueraiders correct?" he questioned with a head tilt.

The masked lass took a second to compose herself. Her purple gloved hand reached up and pushed her just as purple star marked mask back into place. It only took a single glance at the cop's "serious" face for her resolve to break, and the laughter burst out of her mouth like a botched dam.

"PffFFFFF HAHAHAHA! Y-Yeah, we are the MasqurAIDHHERERESSS! OH MY GOD, AIEDEN! LOOK AT HIS FACE!"

The gaze of the sun mask fellow, which had settled on his slightly less flustered partner, turned to him. And the cackling flowed out of his mouth not long after.

"ASTRA HE LOOKS LIKE A BABY WITH A BEARD! HOLY FUCK I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! I THOUGHT BEARDS WERE SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU LOOK OLDER NOT YOUNGER! COPS TRY TO MARKET THEMSELVES AS SCARY BUT, I AM POSITIVELY DYING-"

Ouch, that was a hit to the ego. The expression of seriousness faltered a little bit as his gaze turned to the ground. Wow, was he letting these crooks get under his skin?

Yes, he was.

He was tired! What can he say?

The laughter kept echoing in his ears for a bit, really destroying any hubris he had beforehand. The feeling of his partner's worried stare really didn't help. It actually made it more embarrassing. If this was 100% not his day before, now it was 150% not his day. The flow in his brain had practically stopped as he tried to reboot his thinking process. Okay, okay, he's got this. Just gotta-

An abrupt and intense movement in front of his eyes caused the mental reboot to speedrun through the last stages. The click of a gun bounced between the walls of the room, and the mocking laughter ceased abruptly. He couldn't make out the faces of the tied up convicts who mocked him or see them at all, for that matter, because his partner's body was standing protectively between him and the Masqueraiders. Well wasn't this familiar? I guess bros gotta protect bros. He didn't have to see it with his bare eyes to know that there was a gun pointed at the crooks. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

"Hey, dudes, ladies, and thudes. Didn't we all learn that you should treat the police with an ounce of respect when we were younger?"

His partner's voice was smooth as a bead, yet it still possessed that edge of "dudebro" that was so unique to him. It was such a lovely song to his ears. God, what he would do to hear it more...

His head quickly swung side to side as if he was trying to shake that thought out of his head. No homo, no homo. Right?

The still but tense air that settled after his partners' words broke with a snort and some giggles.

"Oh? Mind filling me in on the joke dude?" his partner quipped while the gun clattered in his hands.

"Don't you hear it lad?" The sun-masked fellow whose name apparently was Aieden responded confidently. Well, confidently when you consider that there was a gun in his face.

"Hear what?"

Now that he mentioned it, there seemed to be footsteps approaching their little hideaway spot. Very quick yet...heavy steps. Oh fuck. Could it be-?!

"Get down-!"

He felt his hand instinctively clutch the sleeve of his partner before they made contact with the hard floor. The seconds ticked on, and on, and on.

CRASH!

"HOLY FUCK-"

The wall by their side crumbled into pieces as an unstoppable force smashed into it. He felt the fabric of his partner's sleeve crack as he dragged them both out of the way of this brute.

"Freeze! This is-"

The gun rattled in his hands, his eyes dilated with fear. Because now he saw this person, this giant, clearly. Holy mother of God.

The man in front of him bore clothes in brilliant green and black. On his face rested a mysterious black mask that only covered one half, and a white spot resembling an eye covered the spot on the mask where his actual eye would be. Emerald green boots, teeth sharp as stalactites...

And this fowl criminal was enormous. He dwarfed everybody else in that little supply closet, probably standing at around 7 feet tall! Jesus Christ, was he dealing with crooks or actual mythical beings?!

Luckily for him though, this gigantic force of nature didn't seem to pay any attention to his intimidation attempt. He seemed more focused on freeing his fellow Masqueraiders from their imprisonment, the leaf color feathers on his hat bouncing side to side.

"There ya' are Ricardo! I'm surprised it took this long!"

He knew he couldn't go up against a beast like that. He'd get pummeled into the ground and lose every tooth he had left. His gaze wandered back to his partner's still face as he tried to think up a plan. A slight panic flowed down his spine when he noticed that his partner wasn't moving, but a quick check revealed that his heartbeat was strong and his soft breathing still there. Must have been knocked out...

He felt his arm reach for a spare curtain that was discarded next to them, and soon his partner rested under it, hidden from view. It was best to keep him secured until he woke up again.

As he observed the big green man whose name was Ricardo do his big green man things, a sudden flash of vibrant red caught his gaze. Someone had rushed past the big hole in the wall, someone clad in crimson. There was no doubt about it. It had to be the Masqueraiders leader himself, Sylvester Wesley. He knew it had to be him. And if he could capture their leader, maybe he could gain an advantage over these masks who mocked him. Although maybe it wasn't Wesley, maybe there was another red-clad mask bastard. But even then, capturing any Masqueraider would be a victory at this point. His pride was on the line after all!

He glanced back at his partner, still unconscious. A seed of doubt grew in his chest, should he really leave his partner like this? After everything that had happened...

Once again, his head bounced side to side. No, he had to do this. He had to apprehend SOMEONE. His partner would be fine, he just had to be! He was hidden, they'd never find him, right? He made his decision. It was time to round up some criminals.

Yet, the feeling of doubt and worry only grew stronger as he sneaked out through the hole made by the giant. Was he doing the right thing? Is this justice? To leave an unconscious man vulnerable? He didn't know, but he pushed those thoughts to the side as he spotted the red-clad criminal again. He seemed to be rounding up the last of their loot, with a big potato sack slung over his shoulder. It was certain now, that was the Masqueraiders leader himself. The black mask and red hat gave it away.

He cleared his throat before once again pointing his weapon at the crook.

"Freeze! Police!"

He met the gaze of the black-masked man and expected to meet a pair of eyes drowned in confusion. Yet all he could spot was a slight hint of surprise and then a kind of...playful mockery. A very familiar sight by now.

"Catch me if you can!" The Masqueraiders leader sang out as he bolted down the hallway with the goods.

He took off after him, uselessly chasing the nimble and quick Wesley. Gunshots echoed off the walls as he unleashed a salvo aimed at the leader, yet all the shots either missed or were reflected by the skilled swordsman's weapon. Every bullet, no matter where he aimed. Time after time after time again, nothing seemed to be hitting this disgustingly fast weasel. Frustration boiled in his guts, come on now! He was so tantalizingly close to regaining his dignity and getting revenge on the Masqueraiders. Yet still NOTHING!

A roar of anger escaped him, his feet moving even faster. All he got back from Wesley was a coy grin and just...the most punchable expression ever.

"Hah! You're way too slow, ever considered hitting the gym?!"

"Shut up!"

"You're not my dad so you can't tell me what to doooo~"

He was gonna crack Wesleys skull open like a watermelon. He was gonna do it, nothing could stop him from squeezing that stupid overconfident head in like a pimple. And he actually seemed to be closing in on him! His gun had run out of ammo by now, but he was hot on his heels now!

Wait, was he deliberately slowing down? Was Wesley running slower to ridicule him even more? Oh, this motherfucker...

He was laser-focused now, not considering where his feet were taking him. So when he ran into an open exhibit, he didn't notice the danger lurking by the stage lights. He just wanted to commit some nice ol' murder on the man who kept taunting him.

"Veronica! Now!"

But that, that stopped him a bit. What? Was Wesley calling for backup? But, there's nobody here. Or is there? Wait who was Veronica? He followed Wesley's gaze and noticed a lady dressed in purple sitting by one of the stage lights. She had a very similar mask to the big green-

He couldn't see any more details of her, or see at all for that matter. A scream clawed its way out of his lungs, his eyes feeling like they were burning. His body swayed from side to side, and his sweaty hands were covering his eyes. The empty gun clattered to the floor. That bitch, she'd used the stage light like a flashbang! The force against his face provided by his hands harshened, trying to block out as much as he could.

"Oh, how the turntables turn!"

He felt Wesley's presence next to him, teasing him. Oh, he wanted nothing more than to beat his ass, but he couldn't get his hands off his face without causing worse pain. An angry gurgle was what he gave in response.

"Aw, how cute. Did you really think you could catch the great Sylvester Wesley? One of the sneakiest sneakers who have ever sneaked? With your rancid vibes? Don't make me laugh! Or well, I'm already laughing, so jokes on you!" Ugh, that dumb tone...

"I can't believe you managed- What Veronica? ...Aw come on can't I just mess with him a little more? Yeah yeah, I know there's probably- Veronica can you make a little exception- OKAY okay FINE I'll knock him out and we'll leave with the loot. You owe me a pop tart now."

"Toooo deee looo turtle, have fun in dreamland!"

Before he could even fight back, something hard impacted the side of his head. He was swallowed up by the sweet release of unconsciousness, something he'd been craving all day. The last thing he knew was the cold feel of the floor, and the faint sound of footsteps burrowing into his ear.

Darkness...A rumbling noise of somebody talking to him...He slowly felt himself returning to the land of the awake, a killer pain pounding in his head. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is his partner with a few bandages tied around his head. He talked, and talked, and talked. He looked kinda cute like this, hair all fluffed up and features so soft. But he's talking too fast for him to pick anything up.

Although all those thoughts disappear when he notices something on his stomach. His hand closes around the object, his partner's worried squawks becoming nothing but background noise. It was a black velvet mask.

He couldn't take his gaze off it, it was locked to this replica of Wesley's famous mask. As his partner finally got a grip on him and started carrying him out of the destroyed museum, there was only one thought on his mind.

"I'll get that bastard, I'll throw him behind bars myself."

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