Post by Lee on Mar 27, 2018 3:39:13 GMT
Erik had been walking through the Central Park for some time now. It was times like this where he felt most at peace. The gentle breeze that eased the tension in between his joints. The background chatter that convinced him he was in the right place. That everything was going as it should, everything was moving in accordance to a plan. Erik wasn’t necessarily a religious man, but he understood it, which is why thoughts like these were mowed over by the Golden Jaguar. Introspection was a healthy tool to teach oneself what nobody else can.
Erik walked over to a bench a stretched his legs, he had just got off work in Times Square. He worked as an intern for a Business Development Program partnered with a nearby Dermatology Firm. It sounds more complicated than it actually was, it but him in good regards with a lot of people at Dawn University, looked good on his resume and helped him network. The job itself was more-so sending emails, filing paperwork, and running errands. Busy work Erik didn’t care much for, but busy work Erik could stand.
And so here he was sitting on a bench at 5 pm, stretching his legs and feeding the birds. He had been in New York for six months now, and Central Park was most definitely his favorite place. Times Square was cool and all, but nothing beats a huge park in the middle of a city like New York City. It was somewhere he could think, somewhere where everything wasn’t so crowded and suffocating. He had originally come to New York to find clues about the death of his father, but he had no idea what he was doing now. He had found the notebook, and learned about the Black Panther, but he was nowhere closer to avenging his father's death. He only went to Dawn University to stay close to T’Challa, the man that had managed to defeat him, and the man Erik suspected of being N’Jobu’s murderer.
Ever since his defeat, it was as if he had lost his way. He didn’t know whether he should just succumb to the Crashing Waves, telling him to become a Hero. To let his vendetta go, and live his own life, but this was all he knew, Erik had no other life but this. So the Golden Jaguar sat on the bench thinking this was the end, when he heard the screams.
The entire park jolted up, Erik’s ephemeral moment of peace was shattered by the high pitched screeches of what seemed to a woman. He stood up from his seat on the bench to try and get a look at what had happened. Just across from him was what seemed to be an apartment complex engulfed in flames. The entire bottom floor was torched, and the flames were rising upward.
Erik would approach, as did many of the other inhabitants of the park. The apartment complex’s surrounding Central Park were actually quite nice, but the disparities between the buildings just a block away were jaw-dropping. It didn’t make sense that someone could be so well, just a block from away from someone whose pay check to pay check.
As the park goers looked around for help, Erik knew none would arrive. Despite the amount of heroes and patrols increasing by a staggering percentage year after year. Neighborhoods like this still maintained their incredibly high homicide and accident rates. While this confused most, Erik understood quite easily the answer. ‘The Hero Association doesn’t care.’ It was the cold hard truth, the Hero Association would rather spend the tax-payers hard earned dollars to protect the wealthy men and women that donated large sums of money directly to the Hero Association. Like those filthy sons of bitches actually needed protection, living in their penthouses, living the most luxurious lifestyle while the people on the ground suffered. It made Erik sick to his stomach.
The Golden Jaguar would run into a nearby building with his backpack, and quickly put on his newly crafted Jaguar suit. He would then exit out the window into the crowd of people waiting for a Hero to come. Erik would charge in, slamming his shoulder against the door to knock it down. He would push away the debris, and climb up from the lobby into the first floor. It seemed the first floor was the worse off, as most of the floor was completely destroyed. Luckily most of the building occupants managed to escape from the stairs on the other side of the building. As Erik jumped from floorboard to floorboard, he heard a little boy shouting for help, and kicked the door on his left wide open.
An elderly black woman was crouched in a corner, a boy no older than six sitting in front of her. Between Erik and the elderly woman and boy was a fairly large wall of flames. The whole floor of the apartment would give way if The Golden Jaguar didn’t kick it into gear. Erik thanks to his suit didn’t have to cover his mouth to prevent the toxic smoke inhalation from killing him, but not all the people in the apartment building had Erik’s suit. Erik quickly dashed through the flame, grabbed ahold of the elderly woman and what seemed to be her grandson and jumped out of the nearby window.
After safely placing the grandmother and her grandson on the sidewalk. He would rush back into the complex and clear the next 30 floors, of the 31 floor apartment building. He managed to catch up the flames, and used his healing quirk and suit to bare the burden of the smoke and flames. As he reached to the top he would notice a man that seemed to be his thirties unconscious lying on the floor of his apartment. As Erik tried to pick up the man, he almost laughed out loud when he realized he couldn’t lift him up. ‘Does he have some sort of enhanced weight quirk? I can’t be this weak.. He doesn’t look that big..’
Erik would look outside and see that the fire department had finally arrived. “Yo, I’m gonna push this guy out the window! Get ready!~” Erik would say as he used his spear to slam into the floorboards of the now practically demolished floorboards. The force of the rotating spear into the wood would slant the whole apartment. The big man would begin to slant downwards towards the balcony. Erik would quickly open the window and jump down with him onto the life net that the competent but still LATE firefighters had laid out for the two.. After saving all of the tenants Erik would lie down on the life-net, take a deep breath, and walk back towards Central Park.. “Hope those birds haven’t left..”
(Intermediate OBJ: Perform a Rescue) - 1.139 Words. (25% Gold Modifier / 50% Fame Modifier)
