Post by Rusty Scarlet on Dec 21, 2018 20:55:52 GMT
Rusty loved the way that the air felt when he was in his studio. The way the clay felt in his hands as he moved them over it with the careful touch of a mother holding a newborn. He never felt more in tune with himself than when he was working on this. He loved feeling the wet clay move and mold under his touch, giving birth to something beautiful.
He took a second look at it, and nodded. He formed a hair dryer in his hand, and began to dry the statue. He had to admit, this was probably his new favorite piece. It was a simple vase, in the end really; but he had put in special effort into making it look uniquely old. Even going so far as to crack the clay faintly, and give it a very rustic look. He’d have to paint it of course, but-
CRASH What was that? With a flash of red, he summoned his armor and flamethrower. His normal hoodie and jean outfit disappeared, replaced with a leather monstrosity from a Mad Max wet dream. Thigh high leather spiked boots, a bare chested covering of bandoliers, a pair of gloves with heavy and dangerous looking spikes, and a helmet with his real hair poking through the helmet in the shape of a mohawk. Not to mention the leather pants that, despite being made of his own energy, always managed to make him chafe ever so slightly; all the same bright red as his eyes If this was a robbery, then someone was about to have a very… very… bad day.
Sneaking around the corner, he saw nothing at first. He thought it might’ve been a rat or a random gust of wind. Then he saw the man. He seemed to be Asian in origin, if Rusty had to hazard a guess, he’d say eastern. Maybe Japanese? Whatever. The pink hair reminded him of somebody that he had recently met. No matter though. He’d make sure that this would be robber got his just desserts.
”Hey! I’d really prefer if you knocked first! Saves me the trouble of kicking your ass!” He felt the anger boiling to the surface the longer he held his powers. He’d have to do this quick, or risk losing control.
He took a second look at it, and nodded. He formed a hair dryer in his hand, and began to dry the statue. He had to admit, this was probably his new favorite piece. It was a simple vase, in the end really; but he had put in special effort into making it look uniquely old. Even going so far as to crack the clay faintly, and give it a very rustic look. He’d have to paint it of course, but-
CRASH What was that? With a flash of red, he summoned his armor and flamethrower. His normal hoodie and jean outfit disappeared, replaced with a leather monstrosity from a Mad Max wet dream. Thigh high leather spiked boots, a bare chested covering of bandoliers, a pair of gloves with heavy and dangerous looking spikes, and a helmet with his real hair poking through the helmet in the shape of a mohawk. Not to mention the leather pants that, despite being made of his own energy, always managed to make him chafe ever so slightly; all the same bright red as his eyes If this was a robbery, then someone was about to have a very… very… bad day.
Sneaking around the corner, he saw nothing at first. He thought it might’ve been a rat or a random gust of wind. Then he saw the man. He seemed to be Asian in origin, if Rusty had to hazard a guess, he’d say eastern. Maybe Japanese? Whatever. The pink hair reminded him of somebody that he had recently met. No matter though. He’d make sure that this would be robber got his just desserts.
”Hey! I’d really prefer if you knocked first! Saves me the trouble of kicking your ass!” He felt the anger boiling to the surface the longer he held his powers. He’d have to do this quick, or risk losing control.