Post by Florence Fortune on Oct 4, 2021 17:22:41 GMT
Florence groaned in a little pain as he woke up yesterday. It was painful. He lifted up the over-sized shirt he used for his pajamas. The site was quite horrifying black and blue bruises covering his chest area. Some asshole hit him pretty hard the other day with a hammer. If he remembered correctly he was just glad nothing was broken, he didn’t exactly have the money to go to a healer. He then hissed a little in pain as he stood up he peeked out the small window, he was glad this home he was squatting in hadn’t been bought by someone yet. Even living in the Slums of Hyrule City are some things a lot of potential homeowners wouldn’t want to miss out on though the real question was how long could he squat here?
“Ugh...shit,” he said aloud to himself. He shook his head there was no point in worrying about it, the vigilante then reached under the ratty bed where he kept his clothing and equipment and other miscellaneous belongings. He looked out the window the sun began to set. It was time to patrol the city. He began to change into his “work” clothes. Long sleeved black shirt, black pants, black gloves, a snow white cloak and a mask. He then walked down to the ground floor. He opened the door to his hideout...which was just a normal building. He started skulking around hiding in small alleyways while keeping an eye and ear out for anything uncouth going on.
Though in a great deal of pain he needed to work through it, there’s no telling what could happen in the Slums tonight. Night was the time where criminals prospered most, if the guards didn’t care about the slums he would do so. As he was skulking around the alleys he quickly hid in an alley, though as soon as he heard a commotion. He then crouched down being super careful not to be spotted and peeked around the corner. Florence’s eyes widened behind his Mask. “Well...well...well what do we have here he muttered to himself,” he muttered to himself and began eavesdropping.
It was a man...and a woman? Lovers quarrel? No he needed to listen for more info to be sure. The man then slapped the woman hard. He gripped the shovel that he used as his weapon of choice. “Fuck this eavesdropping shit,” he growled to himself in rage. You don’t hit women like that. He then came out of the alleyway he the shovel dragging against the cobbled pavement, creating a unique scratching noise. The man looked towards Florence, his face turned white as linen sheets, like he had seen a ghost. Under the low light of night due to his all black outfit You could only see the cloak, the mask and his shovel dragging against the ground. Since the man wasn’t that close to Florence. Eyesight was a big weakness for those who couldn’t see at night. Fear...fear was good because it caused the opponent to make mistakes. Florence threw his voice to make it sound a few octaves lower than it actually was. “You who assaulted a woman...the bell of justice tolls for you may the Pyre of justice burn so hot it melts your skin right off your bones,” Florence said. He didn’t know if that sounded good but it was a work in progress for him, sounding intimidating was harder than it seemed. The man tried to run but Florence easily caught up, raising his shovel he slammed it hard into the back of one of the man’s kneecaps. A sickening crunch, resulted from the blow the man screamed bloody murder, as he fell over grasping his knee which was heavily injured. “Stay there unless you wish your life to be forfeit,” Florence said in the same fake voice as he slowly sauntered over to the woman. His personality immediately shifted, still using the voice he kneeled down to the woman, “are you okay,” the girl then hugged Fortune and cried and snotted all over his shirt. She was shaking in fear Florence couldn’t stay though they were too close to the other districts the guards would have surely heard the man's screaming. “I must go,” he then pried himself out of the young lady's vice grip. She hiccuped through the tears and the maiden muttered the words “Thank...you”.
Those two words are why he did what he did, to save the people who people ignored until it was too late. Then he hid behind another alley. And observed making sure the man was arrested properly.
“Ugh...shit,” he said aloud to himself. He shook his head there was no point in worrying about it, the vigilante then reached under the ratty bed where he kept his clothing and equipment and other miscellaneous belongings. He looked out the window the sun began to set. It was time to patrol the city. He began to change into his “work” clothes. Long sleeved black shirt, black pants, black gloves, a snow white cloak and a mask. He then walked down to the ground floor. He opened the door to his hideout...which was just a normal building. He started skulking around hiding in small alleyways while keeping an eye and ear out for anything uncouth going on.
Though in a great deal of pain he needed to work through it, there’s no telling what could happen in the Slums tonight. Night was the time where criminals prospered most, if the guards didn’t care about the slums he would do so. As he was skulking around the alleys he quickly hid in an alley, though as soon as he heard a commotion. He then crouched down being super careful not to be spotted and peeked around the corner. Florence’s eyes widened behind his Mask. “Well...well...well what do we have here he muttered to himself,” he muttered to himself and began eavesdropping.
It was a man...and a woman? Lovers quarrel? No he needed to listen for more info to be sure. The man then slapped the woman hard. He gripped the shovel that he used as his weapon of choice. “Fuck this eavesdropping shit,” he growled to himself in rage. You don’t hit women like that. He then came out of the alleyway he the shovel dragging against the cobbled pavement, creating a unique scratching noise. The man looked towards Florence, his face turned white as linen sheets, like he had seen a ghost. Under the low light of night due to his all black outfit You could only see the cloak, the mask and his shovel dragging against the ground. Since the man wasn’t that close to Florence. Eyesight was a big weakness for those who couldn’t see at night. Fear...fear was good because it caused the opponent to make mistakes. Florence threw his voice to make it sound a few octaves lower than it actually was. “You who assaulted a woman...the bell of justice tolls for you may the Pyre of justice burn so hot it melts your skin right off your bones,” Florence said. He didn’t know if that sounded good but it was a work in progress for him, sounding intimidating was harder than it seemed. The man tried to run but Florence easily caught up, raising his shovel he slammed it hard into the back of one of the man’s kneecaps. A sickening crunch, resulted from the blow the man screamed bloody murder, as he fell over grasping his knee which was heavily injured. “Stay there unless you wish your life to be forfeit,” Florence said in the same fake voice as he slowly sauntered over to the woman. His personality immediately shifted, still using the voice he kneeled down to the woman, “are you okay,” the girl then hugged Fortune and cried and snotted all over his shirt. She was shaking in fear Florence couldn’t stay though they were too close to the other districts the guards would have surely heard the man's screaming. “I must go,” he then pried himself out of the young lady's vice grip. She hiccuped through the tears and the maiden muttered the words “Thank...you”.
Those two words are why he did what he did, to save the people who people ignored until it was too late. Then he hid behind another alley. And observed making sure the man was arrested properly.
