I wanna be a Super Villain! [Incomplete]

[monarch-sting.livejournal.com]

Who: The Monarch (monarch_sting and Chris Lightfellow (truewaterknight)
Where In an out of the way corner of the school
When: After this exchange
Rating: PG for Violence OMG!

Summary: School is certainly not stimulating enough for butterfly obsessed wanna be supervillans. The Monarch's put together his first dart gun, and is looking for victimsvolunteers to try it out. Too bad he picks the person that he does...

the Story:

The Monarch was proud of himself. It had taken a lot of work, but by rigging together parts of different toys (using techniques learned from Ms. Lockhart's lessons, of course), he had managed to have his dart gun. Now, if only the darts work. The red haired high schooler had inserted the last of his makeshift darts in the gun when he heard the sound of another student walking towards him. "Perfect," he sneered. True, it wasn't any of the ones who had completely ganged up on him during gym class, or the idiot blond who had dared say he was wrong about butterflies, or even the ones who had locked him in the school, but it was good enough.

As long as it was tested, and it worked, he was happy. It was exactly the sort of thing those evil guys in the comic books did, right? The Monarch smiled and waited.

Comments

[truewaterknight.livejournal.com]

Luckily for her, Chris was a very devoted kendo class student. Instead of socializing and “hanging out”, she spent much of her time training and honing her skills. As a result, the young swordswoman had developed quick reflexes, and was able to just barely dodge the oncoming projectile.

Once the danger was past (for the moment) she turned around and faced the other student. "What is the meaning of this" Chris said, visibly angered at the recent turn of events.

[monarch-sting.livejournal.com]

"Crap," he muttered at the dart sailed harmlessly passed and snapped against the back wall. "Ah, heh, whoops! How did that happen?" The Monarch hadn't put together any sort of escape plan. That was the sort of thing that would keep him out of the Guild of Calamitous Intent, and he cursed himself for doing it.

The red head grinned like an idiot, trying to defuse the situation as he started to slide sideways. "I, uh, guess it doesn't work," he said, knowing full well he couldn't take this girl on himself.