A New Beginning

Vigilantes

Grian’s pov:

Scar set me down, slightly dizzy as his feet touched the ground. “Oh, Scar. I have to tell you something. This Friday I need you to meet me at this address.” I handed him the folded up piece of paper. “As hotguy” he seemed slightly confused and curious but he didn’t bother to question it, only nodded. Friday came and the hero was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the abandoned building. Hotguy was 10 minutes late, 10 minutes! When he finally did show up he was in his hero suit and holding a bouquet.

“uhh

3rd person:

SKizz sat on the couch, thinking to himself. He read another article about Cuteguy and Hotguy, the two heroes of the city. “Impy! Come’ere. I have a brilliant idea.” he called, a smile lighting up his face as the imp entered the room. “If it’s making an automatic fried egg maker I already said no.” the Dove shook his head and pulled Impulse down to look at the newspapers. “No, though i still think that's a great idea- that's besides the point” folding out the paper, he pointed to the photo of the duo fighting emerald soldiers. “I'm lost.”

SKizz rolled his eyes. “We should get in on the action dude! Besides, nowadays even those two have their hands full” Impulse sat down. Surprisingly, he had a point. The Heros had been overworked the past month. “Even if we were to do this we don't have any “skills” and Hotguy and Cuteguy have gone through multiple tests to be approved by the government. Us fighting would be illegal.” Impulse also had a lot of valid points but the avian was ready to counter them. “You are a master at redstone, I took jujitsu for 10 years, and we can be vigilantes!”

The Imp still didn't seem convinced. “If we get caught we’ll be ar-” he was interrupted. “That's IF we get caught, which we won’t.” the other sat and thought about it for a little before sighing and finally giving in. “I'd rather do something stupid with you than you do it alone. Go figure out a costume dork.” Skizz’s smile lit up almost as bright as his wings in the sun. “love you dipple dop!” he said before disappearing into his room. Impulse sighed. “Guess I better go figure something out.” he muttered to himself.

After about 30 minutes he had a long sleeve black shirt, a yellow shirt with a spray painted i on it, dark grey jeans with whoo knows how many pockets, and a yellow and black mask with purple lenses. It wasn’t super fancy but it was enough. Then began his long night of redstone. Skizz on the other hand, had a dark blue bodysuit, a pair of loose white pants over them, and gold accessories.

Impulse made several things. A sharp golden hoop with installed magnets that went with a simple black headband for Skizz since his whole thing was an angle. A biblically accurate angel mask for Skizz as well. As for himself, he made a few simple bombs, a grappling hook, and a makeshift slimeball gun. This would have to do for now. He also made the decision to pack redstone dust and a lighter with him just in case.

“We gotta think of names Impulse” Despite Skizz’s ridiculous thinking face, he came up with a pretty decent name. “What about Naomh? It’s Irish for holy.” Impulse blinked. “Isn’t that a girl's name?” “Shut up! I think it sounds cool!” The other chuckled in response. “Alright alright, how about…Red piston, red for short!” so it was settled. A new duo would appear in time, Naomh and Red Piston, vigilanties.