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microwavelength ([personal profile] microwavelength) wrote2017-01-17 12:07 pm

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Luke Campbell did not do friends. He did not do family. He did not do people. He'd learned some very hard lessons when he was seventeen and then nineteen years old that you couldn't trust anyone but yourself. He hated himself too but at least he had a good reason for that. And between bouts of loathing, he also had enough fun to ride him through depressions.

He'd met Axel not too long ago. It had been an accidental run in during a robbery gone south for each of them. Luke shut off the CCTV right before Axel finished with his whole I'm An Awesome And Scary Bomber guy and unfortunately for them both, that made the whole array go off.

Microwave manipulation wasn't perfect. That much was obvious when he found himself in the basement with part of s building covering him. He didn't know why he didn't just boil Axel's blood then and there.

Or why he started following him around. Or why he showed up at his next gig. Luke cleared his throat, slipping his cell phone into his back pocket. Having control of every security camera in the city had its perks and make stalking so much easier. His smile was not kind. "We have to stop meeting like this."
trickedya: (oh shit that was bad)

[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-17 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Seriously." How did this guy find him again? He'd been doing this for a while now, on and off, and he'd never had this much traffic on a job and never had it come from one person. He was starting to get a vibe here that it wasn't entirely accidental that he'd been found again. At least this time he didn't have to bother with the Trickster speech. Though maybe he could still swing the novelty buzz and zap this weirdo. "Do you follow me on twitter or something?"

Some might say it's stupid to post your potential future heists in the form of a riddle on twitter but Axel liked to think of it as hitting a timer and seeing how swiftly he can rob a bank or case of a museum before anyone showed.

Today's gig? He was targeting an art gallery. He was going to spray paint some famous art for the hell of it and maybe take something cool home to impress Leonard, get himself back in the Rogue's good books.

That plan may just have to be postponed.
trickedya: (urge to kill rising)

[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-17 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay first off? I have both. Do I look like an uneducated idiot? And twitter isn't dead, it's just full of trolls who suck at trolling and spambots." He still had plenty of followers there, mostly people who either baited him or sucked up to him, it was kind of fun. There was nothing he loved more than feeding the trolls or egging them onto people he hated.

"And I'm not small time, I just don't always go big. Besides, it's not about the body count, it's about the score."

He repeats it like a line because it is a line, a line he'd been hit around the head with by the rogues many times. They weren't as down for killing as Axel was and since his dad up and ditched him, this was sort of how he was trying to survive. No one wanted to be alone, after all.

"It's chaos. Anarchy! Do you have any idea what those pictures are worth? One little mark and you ruin a slice of history. Think about it. It's not what you're earning, it's what someone else won't and never will." Axel grinned playfully and took the critique in his stride. Whatever, he didn't have to impress some weird kid.

"Killing the guards will draw more attention and ruin my fun. Maybe next time?" He winked and spun around, trying to locate his targets.
trickedya: (say whaaaaaaaat?)

[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-17 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not trying to whack the world into chaos by messing with art, it's just a little slice of chaos is all. It's just fun! You know fun, right? Have you ever had it?" Axel asked mockingly, rolling his eyes at this guy clearly baited him to do more, to go full on. His idol, his hero, he always did that kind of chaos, the blood and guts, the explosions and death, that was entirely his jam but he always made a point of telling Axel to never forget the little things. The small dumb pranks and jokes that would keep him amused. He'd get more of a laugh with stuff like this than a body count.

Yeah, spray painting wasn't so much a job as it was a funny little finger to this whole high society bullshit. Lowkey? Definitely but he was sure something like this was more likely to get a laugh out of his old man than the same old bomb routine. And he wanted that laughter, that history. The legacy of a Trickster.

"Look, dude, I'm not telling you how to do your thing so stop telling me how to do mine. If I wanted to do a load of edgy try-hard satantic bullshit, I'd have become a heavy metal star. If I wanna blow some people to little bitty pieces, I'll do it. If I wanna fuck with some paintings, I'll do that too." He pulled out his can and idly shook it a few times, half tempted to spray it in his assholes face. Honest to God, he had his finger on the trigger and he was close enough just to spray that smug expression up with--

"Hey! You can't have that in here, kid." The security guard interrupted, approaching Axel with a suspicious look taking in his gear with an unsettling level of awareness. Oh great. This was just what he needed. Now it was going to be about a thousand times more complicated.

With a frustrated sigh that he was now going to have to go off his fun plan and do something else, he glared at the kid in front of him and turned around, spraying the guard in the face instead. "Whoops! Sorry, my finger slipped!"
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-17 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"God damn it! This is all your fault." Axel hissed as he threw the can at the guard's face and took off running. He shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled out three round ball like objects, they sort of looked like bouncy balls and then he threw them, they bounced playfully down the hallway before exploding in a burst of noise and smoke. There, that should buy some time.

Axel caught up with the other and hurried along what appeared to be an exhibit room. This was going to end up being a dead end if they followed it straight down. He didn't know why but he grabbed the other's jacket and yanked it harshly so he went right instead of straight on. There was anther corridor here.

"You owe me a can of spray paint." Probably a dumb thing to be pissed over but he was and it wasn't going away any time soon.
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-17 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why? What are you talking ab--" He paused at that sound. That weird, horrible sound. He frowned slightly and turned his head, unsure if that was a malfunction of his explosions or they damaged something like a water pipe or something. It was an uneasy sound that didn't sit right with him and he wasn't sure why. He shot the guy next to him a look, trying to read what he was getting at.

That smile, it wasn't pretty. He'd seen that smile before on the original Trickster's face when he tried to blow up all those kids at Christmas, that sort of cruel, sadistic amusement that prompted laughter from Axel once upon a time. Not entirely genuine though. He wasn't a sadist, not by any merit, he just didn't care much when people got hurt.

But this? This was something new. He couldn't have been prepared for it. He barely took in everything else, it was the guard he was focused on. That noise, his face-- Axel backed up swiftly and nearly fell over his own feet as he backed away.

What. The. Fuck.

"Holy shit, dude." Axel's eyes widened as he watched, unable to look away and wishing he could. "What the hell happened?"
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-17 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"That guy is like -- fuck. How did it blow up?" It would have had to have something spark it and Axel knew he had no explosives in or around paint. He wasn't usually this weak. Axel had seen dead bodies before, he watched a lot of fucked up movies and seen crime scene photo's of his dads work but he wasn't entirely ready to see something that horrific up close. It took him a moments before he even came closer to get a good look. That couldn't have been a peaceful death.

God, he hoped this didn't come back on him or he was going to be getting a very different rep to what he was aiming for. "Jesus." Axel whispered as he tilted his head to the side, just about managing to keep his lunch down. He preferred bombs, they were as messy but usually he never actively saw the body count.

"Bits of the can are in his eyes... or is that his glasses?" Oh. Fuck. He looked to close, he had to swiftly turn his head to the side to retch.
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-17 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Axel managed to recover himself and pulled a face, looking up at the kid with an astounded expression. It was weird, it was creepy but it certainly reminded him a lot of his early days with James Jesse. Those letters, the things they described, the casual way he spoke about stuff like this? It was all there. In this kid. And for whatever reason, he laughed.

It was hard to know what to feel and a lot of the time, when he was this freaked out, it just came out like a nervous tick.

"No fucking way, I can't stomach shit right now." Axel looked away from the guy and tried to get the mental image of glass in someone's eye out of his head. It was not really doing much for his appetite. "I need a drink."

He should get away from this kid, he should be making distance and running. And yet, he looked at him and shrugged. "You in?"
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-17 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"This place is fucking awful, dude." What? Like he wasn't going to be blunt about it. It was trashy, it smelt bad and everyone was looking at them funny. Not a massive shock, given how nutso this kid was. He'd stare too, honestly. Like people stared at Jesse back in Central, the weird ones always attracted attention and it was never good.

"I'll have vodka. No roofies, thanks."

Just to clarify that point. He looked back at the kid and then frowned, realising he knew nothing about this person yet for some reason, he came all of this way to hang with him? Talk about poor life decisions. "You got a name? I'm Axel."

He introduced himself as the Trickster before but it seemed like first names should be a thing.
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-18 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did you seriously just mock my name when you're called Sylar. That's not even a name." He gives the kid a sideways look because that didn't even sound real. Was it some kind of street tag or something? Either way, he wasn't a fan and he didn't like his name being trashed. What was wrong with Axel? It was a good name.

"You're not good at this whole friend thing, are you?"

He was insulting, rude and creepy. And yet, here he was, still hanging with the psycho. He supposed this was very much his jam. He was not exactly unknown for hanging out with the strange and unsettling. Especially if they were destructive.
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-20 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Axel is an old school name, dude. There have been like princes and video game characters with this name. Don't get all jealous just because you've got a dumb name." Axel teased with a playful smile, unable to help himself from teasing. When the waitress came back, Axel took his bottle and double checked it was still sealed and unused before he opened the bottle cleanly on the table, barely leaving a mark.

He takes a slow sip and pulls a face immediately. Well, that was strong. And not great tasting. Definitely cheap vodka.

"You don't do friends but you wanted to go grab taco bell with me? Pfft, come on." Axel snorted before leaning forward, batting his eyes in a mocking fashion. "So you don't do friends but you wanna hang? Aww, that's cute, is this a date or something?" He eyed Luke up and down before smirking and nodding his head a little. "Cause I could swing that. You're a looker."
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-20 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"All I'll say is that I definitely have a type." Dangerous people who liked to hurt other people? Weirdly a turn on for him but years of being groomed by James Jesse would do that to a person. He fully believed that people who did these kind of things were somehow more interesting, cooler and to a strange degree, sexier? "I question it myself sometimes but no point in knocking what works for you."

He leaned back and winked playfully before lifting his bottle and drinking for as long as he could stand it. Definitely not the nicest but it was doing the trick.

"Why? You got a problem? I'm a nice enough boy, I look good in tight jeans, I got some money. You could do a lot worse."
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-21 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I already said I questioned myself, what more do you want from me?" Axel waved his hand in a dismissive way. He knew he was a mess and his tastes were very problematic, on a whole he didn't tend to think things ahead and more than a few encounters socialising with those more dangerous and deadly had ended horrendously badly for him but that was just like. He was learning... slowly. He wasn't the quickest in that respect.

Hence why it took a moment for him to realise what had just been said. His eyes went wide as he paused before he could take a drink. "Wait-- what? You did that paint can thing? How?" He wasn't shocked someone had powers, metas and all, but he did that to another person so casually? Jesus.

Axel felt a strange surge of unease and he knew the smart thing to do was run.

Still, he didn't, he was just kind of lucky he had no piercings but he had a little too much metal on his clothing to be entirely. He hissed suddenly as his jean button got hot and squirmed, knowing how to touch it. "Fuck! What are you doing? -- Ah, fuck, stop it!" Axel snapped, teeth gritted. If he didn't back off, he was going to have to react and he knew that could end badly. For him. Definitely for him, not for the meta.
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[personal profile] trickedya 2017-01-21 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course you are, you little psycho." Axel took the drink ad tried to cool the metal down a little, managing to pop the button free using just the fabric. It had definitely left a mark, this skin was going to blister. Nice. "I fucking hate metas sometimes." Why did the psychotic ones always get super dangerous powers? Couldn't they just get like harmless powers for once? That'd be so much easier to deal with.

He knew just leaving was dicey so he stayed, unsettling and unnerved, not wanting to blister more skin.

"Personally not the best date I've gone on but oddly not the worst." Though it was working out to be pretty damn traumatising. He kept seeing the glass in that man's eye and God, it was like the first time he saw what the original Trickster's bombs did to someone close range. "You know it's rude to straight up torture your date. You're supposed to romance them a little, asshole."

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