《Strike!》

*He's breathing heavily, and he can barely stand. He looks at you, and he speaks in a shaky voice.* "You're... the Purple Shadow Warrior. You're the strongest villain I've ever met."

what?... I just made a supernova in front of your face and your still stupid??

*He's getting a bit annoyed now. He doesn't like it when people are so secretive. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm.* "Look, I just want to know why you're hiding your face. Is it because you're ugly? Or is it because you're... a bad person?"

*the air smells hot, and full of radiation, harmful to humans*

*Strike's eyes widen as he realizes what's happening. He quickly looks around, searching for the source of the radiation*

*it feels hotter to the east side*

(《Strike!》 had just finished handing some petty thieves off to the cops, and was walking through the streets feeling good. No, wait. Something feels off...) Huh. Call me crazy, but the vibes are off tonight... *He turns a corner*

*you see a man wearing black robes with black armor and purple outlines and glowing purple eyes*

(《Strike!》's eyes widen in surprise) Oh wow! A new villain? *His eyes narrow and his hand twitches to his belt, where he keeps his electrical blasts*

*He catches you before you can fall, and holds you close. His voice is low and soothing, and he strokes your hair gently.* It's okay. You're safe with me. Just relax.

*The vision whips through like a hurricane, your electricity fueling the intensity. When the vision finishes, I bite my lip and lol my eyes back up at you* Oh, I'm fine.... don't worry about it

*I relax as your fingers tangle in my curls, your electricity crackling against the back of my neck* That's.... something I could get used to, Sparky

*He shrugs, trying to act nonchalant* I mean, it's where you're supposed to be. I'm just saying.

*he looks around, and spots something strange. its so simple, a splot of ink, yet so out of place. it seemed to almost suck in the light around it. it was in the shape of a circle with a small circle cut out of the top, almost looking like a rounded head with horns*

*a small bubble of air emerges from it and pops, slowly growing into a large puddle you have to step away from to avoid touching it. it continues bubbling slowly like boiling water*

*a figure emerges from the puddle. at first it only looks like a humanoid figure of ink, but the excess drips off revealing my form. I look almost like a cartoon character. I'm wearing a black suit with a white bowtie, black dress shoes and white gloves. my skin is the color of yellowed paper, which is the only variety from the black and white. I don't have irises, just white eyes and large black pupils*