It didn’t take long for Vayne’s (stolen) golf cart to slow to a stop, shaking the hogtied Midnight in her seat. Heck, the next working vending machine was practically around the corner (which was both convenient and somewhat weird). The virtuous Arcanine laughed loudly as he stepped from the cart’s driver seat and proceeded to head over to Midnight so he could untie her. “And here we are!”
“… You had to tie me up just to take me here?!” Midnight growled with a blood vessel appearing on the side of her head. Midnight easily recognized this place, it was practically right next to her favorite clothing store that had her favorite, cheap black leathered jackets. They were parked a few feet from the corner, but the machine was still in sight as it leaned up against the building. “We could’ve walked!”
“And would you have walked if I told you?” Vayne countered as he slowly began to undo the knots of the rope he had wrapped around the mocha skinned Mightyena. However, as he continued to untie, the Arcanine Avenger didn’t show any hesitation from Midnight’s earlier threat to pop him one in the kisser. “I don’t think so. Besides, I couldn’t help but stop evil in its place and…”
KER-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSH
Vayne’s and Midnight’s ears perked up when the sound of glass shattering, and it was rather close by too boot. Vayne turned his head to the side and looked at the vending machine to see that there was a large amount of glass and a brick laying before the machine. “Fiends! Not even the first day has passed and already two evildoers are trying to ruin the brand new machines on our island!
“This is unacceptable!”
“H-Hey!” Midnight barked as she wiggled about, partially to get free from her binds and the rest to get Vayne’s attention. “You stupid mutt! Get your mind off of your damn justice for thirty seconds and untie me!”
Thirty seconds later…
Midnight grumbled as she rubbed the skin where the ropes had caused some minor friction burns, Vayne however was tossing the rope into the back of the golf cart and crossed his arms. “There, now can I please continue on the path of justice?”
“Just one more thing…” Midnight stated as she stomped up to the Arcanine…
WHAM!
Midnight’s fist collided with Vayne’s right cheek, making the young hero turn his head upon impact… But other than that, there seemed to be no damage to the Arcanine’s face! In fact, while it took a few seconds, but then Midnight’s eyes grew wide and she pulled her fist back. Her fist was red and was burning with pain, “SONVABITCH! What the hell is your face made of?!?!”
“I’ve taken worse hits right here,” Vayne answered as he patted his freshly punched face, although, there wasn’t a bruise or even a red patch on his face. “It’s a technique that martial artists used on their arms by bashing rocks on their arms and sides of their arms. It’s to build up calcium deposits in a person’s skin, so it becomes as hard as rock!
“And since I’ve been hit there so many times, I’ve developed a large amount of calcium in my face…”
“So, you’re a literal rock head?!” Midnight hissed loudly as she waved her hand a few times trying to shake away the pain. “Yeesh! You keep getting weirder!”
“That’s enough, my sassy sidekick!” Vayne laughed chuckled as he began to head towards the vending machine. “There’s evil afoot!”
“Who the hell told you I was your sidekick!!?!” Midnight practically roared as she chased after Vayne.
Although, the two didn’t have to go too far to see the damage that was done to the vending machine, and it wasn’t that hard to figure out what had happened. Someone threw a brick at the glassed vending machine, and had made off with quite a number of snacks and drinks from inside it.
Vayne surveyed the scene with his hand at his chin, “Hmm, this machine… Was murdered!”
“What the?!” Midnight scowled. “Of all the stupidest things to say…”
“Well, in a sense it was murdered,” Vayne stated with a shrug of his shoulders. “It was struck in the face with a brick and had its…”
“Just forget it,” Midnight growled with her tongue sticking out. “I’m getting tired of dealing with your crap! Every moment that I’ve had to deal with you, everything’s gone south and…”
That’s when a finger was placed on Midnight’s lips, courtesy of Vayne. With his other hand, the Arcanine pointed a few yards away towards a table that was partially hidden from view from a few of the nearby shrubs and trees. Seated at the table (which was loaded with the brim with snacks and drinks that were obviously from the vending machine) sat a particularly weird looking Moemon. The Moemon in question was dressed in a tan-yellow hooded jacket with a lined black shirt that was ripped at the neck and over the stomach. The most eyecatching about this Moemon was the fact that her head only had red hair on one half of her head, and that hair was combed down on the right side of her face.
This punk-like Moemon was currently munching on some of the pilfered food…
Which Vayne quickly smirked at, “Ah, evildoers certainly are lazy now-a-days… Come Merciless Mightyena! We must stop evil!”
“… Who the hell came up with that name?” Midnight growled as she watched Vayne dash forward. Now, part of her wanted to walk away and let Vayne make a hero (ass) out of himself, but another part wanted to watch how this turns out… And heck, maybe she could sneak a few snacks away from that thief that Vayne would obviously distract…
Choices, choices… So many choices.
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