Paint the Town Red [SCHEME]

Limen had heard through the grapevine that Inkblot was attempting to cover the city in as much red paint as humanly (or inhumanly) possible, and that was a damn good plan if she had ever heard one. Lately it seemed the colors of the city had been so drab, with their brick and painted paneling and reflective glass - ever since yesterday (when she’d caught wind of the plan) she’d had this feeling that it was just… missing something. Clearly the city needed more pandaemonium.

So, Limen had made quick arrangements with one of her favorite weapon suppliers, and on her way out of the docks had stopped by. She’d ordered nearly four dozen paint bombs, all done in a nice, happy shade of bright red. She’d paid her dues to the dealer, and then she’d thrown one of the bombs at the stall across the street where it’d exploded in a flurry of red, ruining products and people’s clothing alike. What better place to start the grand red painting than at the home of the pandemoniums?

A wide grin came across Limen’s face as she hopped on her motorbike and slammed on the gas, narrowly avoiding the angry pedestrians who didn’t like her choice in color pallet. But honestly, what were they expecting? This was the Horde - one just had to be prepared to be covered in paint when wandering in a place like this.

So she hoped the rest of the horde was cool with having pain bombs dropped on them as well, because she tossed several more on her speeding drive out. She purposefully aimed for faces she recognized - mostly supers - and caught more than one person completely unaware as a motorbike sped by and then suddenly paint was everywhere.

Paint bombs rumbling in her backpack, exhilaration on her face, and a near cackle emanating from her, Limen flew down the highway. The occasional large red splotch marked her path towards the obvious destination of downtown.

This city would be red by sundown, just watch.

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SUPPORTING: Because more red equals a better city.

These Pandaemonium people are very strange; they break into a silly seminar, they break into prison, and now they’re going around painting the downtown area with red paint of all shade. HaLOS wouldn’t care less about why they would do something so random, and it couldn’t really worry about what they did to these pathetic civilians. Normally it would simply ignore them when they went out to do something like this, since there’s no point of stopping them; there’s no benefit or favor to gain from stopping them from their antic. It was almost an insult to its intellectual mind that the Keeper would asks them to do this type of mission for them.

HaLOS observed the situation via the surveillance cameras all over the down town area in order to survey the situation. So far it got data of three different Pandaemonium members, and they all doesn’t appear to be in its database: a strange living red paint-blob, a hooded figure, and a female motorcycle-rider throwing what appear to be paint bomb at the civilians.

“Analyzing potential opponents, scanning for possible abilities from each target. Risk for civilians: 20%, possible property damage: 50%.”

HaLOS don’t really understand why the Keeper would ask it to stop this juvenile attempt that would only goes as high as vandalizing level. So far its field mission had been met with obstacle, and so far hasn’t been able to succeed in stopping trouble-maker from getting away. Though this won’t give it any advantage in the future, it is still valuable data to gather from these new Pandaemonium members. This information would be helpful for its future encounter with them later on, so at the very least HaLOS decided to humor them.
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OPPOSING: not really care what you do, I only care about your valuable data

She'd just started her little endeavor, and already Inkblot was having the time of her life. Now she knew why that particular metaphor was popular, since following through in a literal sense was such a good time. Red paint propelled outward from her body with each swing of an arm, watching with glee as the civilians began to scatter and shield themselves with umbrellas. The racket of screeching of tires carried down the road at to her ears, only building excitement.

The cavalry was on it's way, baring the bombs to reach whatever nooks Inkblot herself missed. Not to mention it was likely that their silent self-imposed bodyguard lurked in the shadows, keeping a vigilant eye out for any self-righteous goodies from the Bulwark. The three of them could handle anything that was coming their way.

Spinning on her heel, Inkblot fully intended to welcome Limen with her newly refueled manic energy. What she hadn't expected to see was another figure, staring in the direction of her ally before turning their attention back to her. Bingo, looks like they had company.

They didn't look like a member of the Bulwark, which would be disappointing for Gilgamesh. Maybe she'd get the guy a card to express her condolences, or a nice gift card to that restaurant she had just coated in paint.

It seemed a bit of paint was all it took to bring traffic to a complete and utter hault. The highway exits to downtown were parking lots - enough so that people were getting out of their cars because it was clear no one was going anywhere anytime soon. Not if they didn’t want to get in the middle of a “super on the rampage, destroying buildings and the streets, making yet one more part of town uninhabitable for quite some time and coming one step short of another tragedy” as the melodramatic announcer on the radio said. Or, if like her, one didn’t care about roads. Dismounting civilians had to jump out of the way as Limen drove down the edge of the exit ramp, nearly hitting three people and almost taking out an opened car door. The streets were just as clogged as the highway and so onto the sidewalk Limen went. A very red sidewalk, after Limen was there.

The highway exited almost directly into the heart of downtown, and it was immediately clear why cars were abandoned on the streets and she was having no opposition for being on the sidewalk. Buildings, cars, road, trees - all were covered in bright red paint.

She was certainly in the right place. Limen dodged out of the way of the last fleeing pedestrians (or, more accurately, they got out of her way) and began a headcount of those who would be sticking around. One in the center of a mass of red paint, Inkblot, obviously, who was making a picasso out of the nearby structures. That’d be great for property values. One more was on the street. The sheer amount of metal on this guy was enough to make Limen think they were a robot, but that was silly - in her experience, a number of supers looked like, fought in, or controlled robots, but not once had she ever met an actual robot. The question was, where was the person? There were two on rooftops - one she didn’t recognize, but judging by midnight-black cape, mask, and blatant disregard for common pedestrian paths was likely a super. The other she did recognize and therefore got a paint bomb chucked at him as she passed by the building he stood atop. She couldn’t throw it hard enough while driving for it to reach farther than the second floor (where it exploded in a giant blob of paint, sending red droplets flying in every direction), but she hoped Gilgamesh got her happy and kind greeting.

Gilgamesh stayed where he was for now, still unsure who the biggest threat would turn out to be, or who would actually be the first one to try and disrupt the events of the night. Gloved fists clenched and unclenched, eager for a chance to jump into the action. Eager for a chance to unleashed the boiling rage that was bubbling up inside him. Burning so hot that he felt like he could just explode.

The sudden movement caught his eye. Someone leaping from the roof. Toward the paint covered figure? Toward the composer of tonight's orchestra of chaos? The beacon for the challenger that he hoped with all of his heart would come tonight. Could this masked man be his target for the night? He moved to the edge of the roof, the back of his cloak blowing gently in the wind. He would wait, and watch for now before deciding if the masked one was to be his target for the night.

“Scanning: 80%...90%...scanning comple-“

When HaLOS detected something explode near its vicinity, it noticed its visual sensory unit is receiving red all of the sudden. With its other senses, it heard the noise of a motorcycle driving pass it as soon as its vision got interrupted. Hacking into the nearby traffic camera, HaLOS identify the one responsible for this: Limen.

HaLOS simply shrugged before it placed its hand on the coat and pulled out a spare visual sensory unit. Pulling out its paint-cover eye, HaLOS replaced the unit, and take shorter than a second to re-calibrate with the new eye replacement. Once it does, it start recording Inkblot and Knife’s ability when the two of them start fighting each other. Looking up at Gilgamesh’s position, HaLOS didn’t really see what he’s up to. With that in mind, it simply keep a close eye on him in case he started to charge into the fight.

“Creating file, upload to memory unit, calculating counter measurement for such abilities.”