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★ ─── 悪役
Wind lashed harshly against his face as he sprinted through the drizzling rain, yet he hardly felt the chill that such weather usually gave him. Through his panting he pushed onwards, jumping across rooftops and practising swinging the boomerang gifted to him with his transformation. It flew away from him at an angle once thrown, where he snatched it out of the air, tucking it away as he prepared to leap across to another rooftop. His feet kicked off of the concrete, his being suspended for a quiet moment before he grappled onto the ledge with powered strength, pulling himself swiftly onto safer territory.
[Y.Name] met his own distorted golden gaze in the reflection of a puddle, glowing faintly in the shroud of darkness provided by the early hours of the morning. He tilted his head at himself, ear brushing against the thick fur that lined the collar of his jumpsuit. It tapered at his collarbone into a slight point, lining with the centre of the lighter bronze fabric that covered his torso.
He stepped on the image, the ripples of impact spreading across the surface of the water. Striding to the other side of the roof, [Y.Name] looked out at the city. The area he was in was tranquil, cars and the occasional pedestrian entering his vision through alleys or just below, all illuminated in the hazy gleam provided by the streetlights.
A shout of alarm sounded nearby, [Y.Name] twisting his head over his shoulder to determine the exact location. Hurrying over, he peered down to find a young adult, presumably male, leaning against the brick wall flushed and wheezing. They pushed off to start down the path after whoever disrupted him, only to stagger and end up against the wall again. [Y.Name] guessed they were tipsy at best.
Two people were further away, one of them clutching a bag tightly in his hand. The stranger hit the wall in frustration. "My wallet's in there too. Fuck!"
[Y.Name] pursed his lips in thought, deciding what to do after only a quick moment.
It's a great time to try out his power.
He jumped down out of sight, tucking into a seamless roll and ran after the thieves. The pair rounded corners, weaving the streets in a mild panic, unsure of where they were going and unaware of the presence behind them.
With light footsteps, [Y.Name] was mere metres away as they passed into another narrow space, pace having slowed dramatically. He fiddled with the boomerang in hand and watched as the one holding the backpack riffled through its contents, throwing things haphazardly on the ground. "It's mostly garbage," they muttered through the occasional stuttered breath.
"Then just take what's valuable and dump the bag somewhere."
[Y.Name] pinched at an arm of the tool and raised it, angled slightly off perpendicular to the ground, and flicked his wrist, letting it fly off to collide directly with the head of the thief without the bag. It knocked against their skull with an audible thunk. They stumbled and fell ungracefully into the side of a dumpster, slumping against it. The teen sauntered from his place, picking the boomerang from the knocked-out guy's feet and making direct eye contact with the other. "That certainly did the trick. Would you like to find out how it feels for yourself?"
