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FLASHPLOT: Eraserhead
Who| Aizawa Shouta
What| A slippery crook pulls a small time crime
Where| Winath
When| Pre-Tinker Tailor
Warnings/Notes| Violence! Action! A lack of romance!
When it comes to works of art, Imskian pieces are highly valued. When they're full-sized, they show a level of detail that makes their sculptures and paintings seem like the subjects are frozen in time, rather than worked from clay, steel, or oils. Such works are often an artist's magnum opus, sometimes taking years to complete. More common, but no less valuable, are the miniatures. Less dedicated to hyperrealism as the 'full' works, they are no less moving, focusing on the raw emotion of the artist in question.
The people of Imsk live on a micro-scale, able to fit tens of thousands of themselves into the same space that a single human body takes up. While they can grow to what some of the more racially-insensitive sapients consider to be a 'normal' size, many of them spend their entire lives less than a centimeter tall. Given their massive overpopulation problem, with hundreds of billions of Imskians living on a planet slightly smaller than Earth, this isn't unusual. The vast majority of their artwork is simply too small for people to see unassisted, so when foreign art galleries put their works on display, they're often magnified and projected on walls, with the actual art being held safely in small stasis pods where nothing can be lost.
This setup does have one downside: Millions of credits of material in a very portable package. It's heavily guarded, of course, but nothing's impossible for a particularly brazen thief. Especially one that can't be touched.
Amp, on monitor duty, notes that the Science Police are on the situation and puts it on the a tertiary screen. There were other things that were more pressing to keep an eye on, like that prison break on Earth and the glass storm starting up on Daxam. There are already Legionnaires answering those calls, however, so when he gets an update from one of the dispatchers that the Science Police were requesting assistance, he pauses to pull up the relevant information and consider who was available. Green Lantern was off duty having Man Time with Nova Prime, Karate Kid and Timber Wolf were handling the prison break, the other experienced heroes were otherwise occupied, and everyone that was left, well. He wasn't sure they'd be useful in this given situation. That left one man with any possible experience in this kind of thing.
"Eraserhead. Amp here." Jason rarely uses codenames in normal conversation, preferring to let that be the signifier that this was serious business. "You're on call, so here it is. Get to the Threshold Hub right away. We've got an art theft on Winath, the crook's got some kind of force field that's letting everything slide right off, including energy nets. He's sliding through the city streets faster than their low-flying hover vehicles can safely keep up with. I'm going to have the Pathfinders drop you onto a Science Police craft so you can tell them where to drop you off. Sorry to drop you in without any more information, but our computers are having trouble tracking this guy down in the criminal databanks."
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The Science Police, when Aizawa arrives, are extremely helpful and polite. They've lost two of their finest citizens to the Legion, Spark and Livewire, but they're proud of the service that the twin teenagers rendered before their untimely demise in Brainiac 5's failed solution. The fact that Aizawa was one of the responders to the Lantern Beast that tried to raze their planet only increases his standing in their eyes, and they treat him with the same level of respect as a visiting dignitary.
Their quarry is twisting and turning through the city, using his fields to avoid all attempts at capture and negating all friction between themselves and the ground to keep them going. It seems like he's guiding them towards a mall, and their best guess is that he's hoping to lose them in the tight environment and bustling crowds. He's about three miles away, but at his current speed he'll hit the mall in about four minutes. The surrounding area is full of smaller marketplaces, motels, and eateries, with the only transportation station being inside the mall itself.
They've got about twelve hovercraft floating around the area, but none of their capture devices have been successful. Even their stun beams just slide off. There's not enough time to evacuate and seal off the mall, so it's down to whatever Aizawa has in mind.
What| A slippery crook pulls a small time crime
Where| Winath
When| Pre-Tinker Tailor
Warnings/Notes| Violence! Action! A lack of romance!
When it comes to works of art, Imskian pieces are highly valued. When they're full-sized, they show a level of detail that makes their sculptures and paintings seem like the subjects are frozen in time, rather than worked from clay, steel, or oils. Such works are often an artist's magnum opus, sometimes taking years to complete. More common, but no less valuable, are the miniatures. Less dedicated to hyperrealism as the 'full' works, they are no less moving, focusing on the raw emotion of the artist in question.
The people of Imsk live on a micro-scale, able to fit tens of thousands of themselves into the same space that a single human body takes up. While they can grow to what some of the more racially-insensitive sapients consider to be a 'normal' size, many of them spend their entire lives less than a centimeter tall. Given their massive overpopulation problem, with hundreds of billions of Imskians living on a planet slightly smaller than Earth, this isn't unusual. The vast majority of their artwork is simply too small for people to see unassisted, so when foreign art galleries put their works on display, they're often magnified and projected on walls, with the actual art being held safely in small stasis pods where nothing can be lost.
This setup does have one downside: Millions of credits of material in a very portable package. It's heavily guarded, of course, but nothing's impossible for a particularly brazen thief. Especially one that can't be touched.
Amp, on monitor duty, notes that the Science Police are on the situation and puts it on the a tertiary screen. There were other things that were more pressing to keep an eye on, like that prison break on Earth and the glass storm starting up on Daxam. There are already Legionnaires answering those calls, however, so when he gets an update from one of the dispatchers that the Science Police were requesting assistance, he pauses to pull up the relevant information and consider who was available. Green Lantern was off duty having Man Time with Nova Prime, Karate Kid and Timber Wolf were handling the prison break, the other experienced heroes were otherwise occupied, and everyone that was left, well. He wasn't sure they'd be useful in this given situation. That left one man with any possible experience in this kind of thing.
"Eraserhead. Amp here." Jason rarely uses codenames in normal conversation, preferring to let that be the signifier that this was serious business. "You're on call, so here it is. Get to the Threshold Hub right away. We've got an art theft on Winath, the crook's got some kind of force field that's letting everything slide right off, including energy nets. He's sliding through the city streets faster than their low-flying hover vehicles can safely keep up with. I'm going to have the Pathfinders drop you onto a Science Police craft so you can tell them where to drop you off. Sorry to drop you in without any more information, but our computers are having trouble tracking this guy down in the criminal databanks."
The Science Police, when Aizawa arrives, are extremely helpful and polite. They've lost two of their finest citizens to the Legion, Spark and Livewire, but they're proud of the service that the twin teenagers rendered before their untimely demise in Brainiac 5's failed solution. The fact that Aizawa was one of the responders to the Lantern Beast that tried to raze their planet only increases his standing in their eyes, and they treat him with the same level of respect as a visiting dignitary.
Their quarry is twisting and turning through the city, using his fields to avoid all attempts at capture and negating all friction between themselves and the ground to keep them going. It seems like he's guiding them towards a mall, and their best guess is that he's hoping to lose them in the tight environment and bustling crowds. He's about three miles away, but at his current speed he'll hit the mall in about four minutes. The surrounding area is full of smaller marketplaces, motels, and eateries, with the only transportation station being inside the mall itself.
They've got about twelve hovercraft floating around the area, but none of their capture devices have been successful. Even their stun beams just slide off. There's not enough time to evacuate and seal off the mall, so it's down to whatever Aizawa has in mind.
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The initial evaluation of their perp's abilities lead Aizawa to believe that he was the wrong one picked for the mission. He frowned in the back of the police cruiser's cab, replaying the information in mind after giving directions for his transport. They were to swing well ahead of the perp and give Aizawa a space to jump down. Of course, the criminal was moving too fast for their flying vehicles to move but he was prepared for the need to intercept him.
He would make three attempts in quick succession. Aizawa assembled a small canvas bag of supplies, which he assumed would be enough to at least test the waters. Simply put--Aizawa wasn't immensely concerned about the man escaping into the crowd. He would have to drop his forcefield to blend in and hopefully, by then, Aizawa would have found some sort of way to neutralize the advantage of the criminal who couldn't be touched.
The first thing he did even before he dropped down from the cruiser was to open his eyes wide--focusing his 'Erasure' ability on the sphere that had been escaping the police's pursuit. First things first--he had to determine if it was an ability created through machinery or someone's biological functions.
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The thief was actually showing a surprising amount of flexibility with his fields. Rather than a simple field, it seemed to contour to his body, enveloping him in a soft shimmer as he slid through the streets. And then, all of a sudden, it just... stopped. Not only stopped, but appeared at least a foot away from where he'd been standing originally. While he couldn't avoid light entirely, he'd learned to use his powers to let photons slide past him, making him appear to be where he wasn't.
He froze for a moment, then glanced around to figure out what could have caused that. Apparently not the type to panic for long, he clicked his heels together, and suddenly surged forward again. No field formed around his body this time, but there were flashes of light every time he moved his feet, where a purely technological 'bubble' field kept him from actually touching the ground. It was more like he was rollerblading with force fields than hovering, but he hadn't gotten that much slower.
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He plunged from the squad car into darkness, well ahead of the thief. His 'Erasure' ceased working in that moment. What Aizawa saw as the thief regained momentum was something his eyes couldn't interfere with--some sort of energy bubble propelling him by the heels. Aizawa filed that bit of information away. Even so--he wasn't going to give him time to respond. With a tight wrap of his ribbons, Aizawa hurled himself forward and twisted along a telephone pole, curving around the front of the thief's path.
A slit bag of flour flew from Aizawa's hip, spreading its contents in an arc to catch the thief in its spray. A blinking light in the middle of the spray added one more immediate element--a live flashbang grenade. Due to the fact that his ability triggered the moment he set eyes on the thief again, Aizawa didn't shut his eyes when the flashbang went off. He tilted his head slightly to make certain the flashing light was covered by his visor. Though it would give him a headache later, the brunt of the explosive light wouldn't daze him. Trading a headache for a possibly quick takedown wasn't bad at all.
Sorry for the long delay!
Spluttering and cursing, he spun to a stop and spat once, trying to clear the powder from his mouth, before glancing up to spot the source of the high pitched ring that pulsed just before everything went blindingly white. Screeching curses, he clutched at his eyes and kicked off again in a random direction, charging blindly away. In the wrong direction. And moving into the sidewalk area, where he constantly bounced off of kiosks, signs, and other minor obstacles, cursing each time he stumbled into something. He still moved fast, but much of it was now spent ducking side to side, rather than actually moving forward.
Unsure of where his attacker's coming from, he reached into a pouch and hurled small, marble-sized spheres out behind him. They didn't drop to the floor, instead clinging to whatever surface they hit. Brushing against them, even such a small object, will cause someone to be stuck to them, held so fast by electrostatic cling that you'd have to tear skin off to pull away. However, they were rather obvious and hurled far below Aizawa's current position. There was little danger of him getting anywhere near them.
No problem! <3
Unfortunately for the thief, Aizawa was largely merciless. Two things would happen in short succession as he worked quickly to end things before he could build momentum, again. He set his scarf around the thief's left arm with the intent to jerk it behind his back. Then, Aizawa shoved himself on his back right from above, jamming his knee into his side. The momentum from his fall was meant to drive him to the ground not on his face, but on his shoulder. At most, Aizawa figured dislocating something was preferable over him breaking his nose into his brain. Plus, it would help disable the other arm and allow him the time to use the metallic scarf as a threat to break the other arm.
"Stay still."
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Not that there was much, unless he suddenly gained super strength.
He wheezes ineffectually, breath exploding out of him at Aizawa's merciless knee to the ribs. Something had cracked there, if it wasn't his shoulder. For now, he simply gasps helplessly, fighting to fill his lungs with air while Aizawa wraps him up like a Christmas present. His boots flare every now and then as he tries to activate their force bubbles, but without his weight pressing down against the top, there's nothing for them to roll against.
"Get off!" Well, he found his voice quickly enough. Not that it seems to be doing him much good.
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"Alright, enough of that," The sight of the boots just below him had been enough to make his decision clear. Erashead was incredibly thorough and harsh in his approach. With one swift gesture, he snuck his arm around the thief's throat and began cutting off his air with an efficient, practiced gesture. Eraserhead had done it countless times before to more villains than he could count. He knew when to stop and knew how to tell when someone faked passing out early.
"Next time, I hope you choose a different career path."
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The entire thing was over almost embarrassingly quick, from the Science Police's perspectives. Still, no one gave him so much as a dirty look as they processed the thief. One of them even offered him a helping hand up when they got close enough. "Thanks for the help, Legionnaire. That could have been messy without your assistance."