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"You're fuckin' kidding me, right?"

Gorgon was going to just sort of stand and gape at the Seventeen who was standing there wearing a welding mask, gun held in one hand, backpack full of drugs over one shoulder.

"I mean, you can't really be stupid enough to think that's going to work. Please tell me you're really not that stupid."

"Shut up, freak! I wanna see you drop me with those fucked-up vampire eyes of yours while I'm wearin' one of these!"

"If you say so."

Gorgon flashed his goggles.

The Seventeen froze in place, eyes locked on his.

Gorgon shut his goggles again.

The Seventeen dropped like a brick.

"You assholes get dumber every time I meet you," Gorgon muttered as he reached into his motorbike's saddlebags for his zip-ties and a road flare. "Psh. Welding mask. Come on."

[OOC: NFB for distance, but open for phone calls or what-have-you! I'll be scarce until after work, though. Sssh, I'm being sneaky.]

So, Thanksgiving with Nikolai's family had gone fairly well. His mother had scolded him for vanishing for so long without saying anything, as was absolutely her right to do. Then he'd spent a little while dodging questions about whatever that mysterious sickness was that had left him with eyes so sensitive that he had to wear shades all the time. From there, there had been a lot of catching up to do, a lot of family to catch up with, his sister and his brother telling him all about the cousins and nieces and nephew and informing him that in no uncertain terms, he was going to have to hang out with the kids while he was here if he was planning on going back to that middle-of-nowhere town in Maryland again this week. Thursday had been busy, and while Friday hadn't exactly been slow either, full of quality time with his brother's kids, today was really Nikolai's first chance to have some time to himself since portalling clear across the country for the holiday.

( Cut for Length! )

[NFB for distance, but open for phone calls or anyone who has any reason to be in Nikolai's LA. He'll be going the merry way of the expat from here, probably with the occasional pit-stop to the island for old time's sake.]

Gorgon was in a pretty decent mood tonight. He had his bike, he had the open road, he had a friend along that he'd lured out with promise of a motorcycle ride and some ass-kicking. Sure, he wasn't up even a single tier yet - they were just getting started and Wednesday evenings were slower than some - but even if they didn't encounter a single mugger over the course of the night, it was still good to just get out and ride around, sometimes.

"Everyone's still sleeping off the long weekend," he mused, driving at that particular pace that he fell into when he did his patrols. "Of course they are. Slackers."

Yes. Yes, he was complaining about a lack of crime tonight. So sue him.

[OOC: For one, and NFB for distance!]

So it was the ass end of a long weekend, which Nikolai figured was going to be as good a time as any to hit up Baltimore to do his part to keep whatever peace there was to keep. And he'd done pretty well along his usual beat as Gorgon, catching a couple of break-and-enters. Hell, apparently he was starting to get a bit of a rep around the areas he frequented most, because one dumbass purse-snatcher outside of a bar actually pulled up short, gasped as he realized who had just stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of him, and then babbled an apology before shoving the purse at Nick and running off in the other direction.

Yeah, he was feeling pretty damn okay near the end of his beat, up a few tiers and burning off some excess energy by doing crazy parkour across the rooftops while he kept an eye on what was going on in alleyways below. He was no Banzai, no, at least not riding tier three the way he was, but what he lacked in crazy gymnastics, he made up for in strength and speed and, apparently, the ability to clear an entire rooftop in a single leap.

Sometimes he hated his powers, having to hide his eyes all the time, not being able to look at people without worrying about hurting them with his uncontrollable energy-vampire bullshit. And some days, like today, he wouldn't trade being Gorgon for anything.

[OOC: Open to anyone out in Baltimore that late at night!]

Against his better judgment (and when was anything Nikolai ever did really in line with his better judgment anyway?), Gorgon was back on patrol in the streets of Baltimore tonight. Granted, Monday nights weren't exactly the busiest nights for crime, so, as far as Nick was concerned, he was easing himself back into the swing of it.

And, hell, after flashing his goggles at a couple of muggers and leaving them zip-tied to a lamppost with a lit road flare marking where they were for any cops to find, he was even feeling pretty damn okay. A little stiffness in his shoulder, a bit of soreness, but a few more hits and even that would be gone until he dropped right back out of the power high again. For the time being he was back on his bike, making that slow, deliberate patrol around one of the neighborhoods he tended to frequent, making certain that any would-be criminals were well aware that he was back on the job.

Ah, the crime-fighting life. It was good to be back.

[OOC: Open to anyone who might happen to be in Baltimore tonight! Because... costumed heroing is something I keep meaning to post this guy doing more of.]

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