Virtue [Open]

[Gidget]

Gidget wore her typical hoodie, the hood pulled up and imp ears bouncing, as she made her way through Tent City. The homeless gathered here in their own tight knit little community, setting up tents and boxes in lieu of actual homes. They had little fires lit to keep themselves warm, as well as to cook the various meat they managed to collect.

The tiny girl brought a couple of grocery bags a week to Tent City, leaving them with different foods and sitting around to listen to their stories. Most of them knew her by name, and she had learned theirs as well. It had been a little while since she had stopped by, much longer than ever before, but they didn't seem upset with her. In fact, they were excited to see her.

She began to make her rounds before stopping by one of the fires. The old man was always cooking some strange mystery meat, but he always had good stories to tell. She dropped off a couple of cans with the mostly toothless man, and sat with him, listening as he told her for the umpteenth time about "the old world." She looked like a child listening to her grandfather, and if it weren't for the quality of her clothes and the cleanliness of her body and hair, it would be easy to mistake her for one of the homeless.

[Idris Syron]

The sound of scraping metal would steadily worm its way into the ears of everyone in the general vicinity, and a tall, hooded man emerged from one of the many alleyways that made up Tent City. He was big, buff, and very scruffy. In fact, if not for the massive, bright shackles dangling from the cuffs on his arms, he could have easily been mistaken for a homeless.

In each hand there was a loaf of bread, stacked with freshly cut meat from one of the nearby markets. He approached an old woman and her three children, kneeling down in front of them with a cunning smile. After mouthing a few words, he dropped one load of bread and meat, continuing his smile as she gave her thanks.

Then, a child walked up to him, holding his hands out toward the other loaf of bread. A simple question was asked in response, and the only word that would have been audible to those not in the immediate area was 'meta'. The child nodded his head, and Idris immediately ran him off with a stomp of his foot, that sharp smile quickly shifting to a hateful glare as he watched the child scurry away in fear.

Once he was out of sight, Idris shook his head, tucking the remaining loaf and meat into the rags barely covering his torso.

[Gidget]

Gidget turned as soon as the stranger entered Tent City, the old man falling into a hushed silence. Her violet eyes narrowed at him, at the way he chased the child away. "The hell was that?" She murmured softly. The old man gave a shake of his head, not speaking, and she stood, motioning for him to stay where he was.

The tiny girl walked straight up to the stranger like she had no fear, her hands balling into fists, her eyes burning.

"Did you just refuse that child food?" She demanded, meshing her teeth together to keep herself from going off on him.

[Idris Syron]

Idris whipped around, preparing to vanish into the alleyway from which he appeared. The shackles scraped the ground harshly, leaving scuff marks on the concrete and folding into themselves as he began his walk.

And then, he felt the presence of another person, and he cocked his head back slightly with a brow raised to face the... ah. Insignificant midget.

Idris grinned at its question, giving a slight shake of his head.

"Metas don't deserve handouts."

[Gidget]

The chains should have scared her. Hell, the sheer size of the man should have terrified her. But Gidget stood there with indignant rage, like a chihuahua, glaring at the man. Her lips pulled back from her teeth in what looked almost like an animalistic snarl.

"Meta or not, CHILDREN don't deserve to STARVE." she snapped, keeping her arms crossed over her chest. "Waving food in a child's face and then denying it to them is worse than any bullshit ass excuse you've got to justify some sort of racism."

[Idris Syron]

Idris simply stared down at her, a look of amusement plastered across his face. Gidget, was clearly angry, or at the very least, irritated. Idris, he couldn't give two fucks. It was going to argue its redundant points, and he was going to laugh at it. He shook his head and roared a full belly chuckle.

"They won't starve, they just have to work harder than the rest of us. You know, it's incentive to not be so useless," He chuckled under his breath again, and turned toward his alley, raising his huge arms above his head to stretch. The chains lifted up, and hit the ground harshly, though they seemed completely unaffected by the impact.

"You child, meta or not, should learn your place."

[Gidget]

"One: I'm not a fucking child. Two: I know my place. Maybe you should learn yours."

Gidget eyed the man for a moment before moving, faster than any person had a right to, in order to try and snatch the bread from wherever he had hidden it away. If successful, she would dart back a few feet, far enough away to keep out of swinging distance.

"I don't care WHAT your prejudice is. You want to be a fuck-off, be a fuck-off. But don't punish children because YOU'RE too fucked off in the head."

[Idris Syron]

Idris held the bread firmly under his rags, smiling, as the rat grabbed the other end of it. He moved a hand to grab her arm, and released the bread from the other to place his palm on top of her head, not harshly, but firm enough to prevent her from speeding away without retaliating. One chain dangled in front of her face, swinging back and forth like a shiny pendulum.

"Quite the sailor mouth for such an ignorant child!" He spat, throwing her to the ground harshly but allowing her to take the bread. "Prejudice, ideologies, philosophy, they are all formed from experience, something you clearly lack if you think these... pitiful SCUM are going to contribute ANYTHING to this society aside from malice and tragedy."

He whipped around again, swinging the chains wildly to hit her if she decided to attack him.

"Furthermore, you are a child. Or at the very least, vertically challenged. Frankly, I don't know what's more pathetic." He chuckled.

[Gidget]

Gidget really MOVED then. He had the strength to outright overpower her, but there was no way he had the speed to catch up to her. She moved around the chains, careful not to let them touch her, and moved to go with the stereotypical move any female had. A kick to the balls.

"You can have all the experiences you want. Children are fucking CHILDREN, you piece of SHIT!" she hissed, moving to get out of his range once again. She was darting in and out with as much speed as she could muster.

Speed: 71

[Idris Syron]

Idris turned his head back with a cocky smile, his eyes keeping up with the purple flash as best they could. Admittedly, she was fast, and certainly more than he could handle. However, he was confident he could take her out with a solid blow.

And so, he took a defensive position, taking her first blow to the crotch. Fortunately, he had enough padding for it to not hinder him for the time being, but he would certainly feel it later. He backed into a wall, holding his arms in front of him steadily. Realistically, she only had one way at him, so all he had to do was time a grab.

With each time she sped near him, he randomly grabbed for her, wherever he could manage.

[Gidget]

Gidget kept her distance, glaring at him. He was bigger than she was, and it looked like he knew how to fight. She moved her hand to the knife she kept on her at all times, baring her teeth at him again.

"You don't come in to Tent City and act all fucking high and mighty. These people don't deserve your bullshit disrespect."

She kept her blade hidden away for the time being, but if he made another move for her... Gidget was done with these shenanigans.

[Idris Syron]

Idris scoffed a laugh, almost mockingly, as he stepped away from the wall. He towered over Gidget with a glare, however, he made no other movements toward her.

"I disrespected no one. That boy will grow into a fine man once he learns his place. I come weekly with bread, meat, and wood. If they give to the metas, then so be it. I'm doing nothing more than acting as a beacon of hope to those who's lives were ripped apart by that damn Ark," He practically spit out the name, giving a shake of his head at the distaste it left in his mouth.

"If my intentions truly were of malice, I would have burned this place to the ground!" He chuckled.

"But I suppose such accusations are inevitable with you brats who feel the need to stick your noses in everyone else's business. You should be getting back to your daycare, little boy."

[Gidget]

Gidget's entire face twitched at that. She was used to being called a child, and a boy, but this idiot with all of his self-righteousness filled her to the brim with disgust. She had watched as he took a solid kick to the nads without so much as flinching, but that didn't scare her away. Her self preservation wasn't nearly as strong as her sense of right or wrong.

"Every week? Whoop di do da. You think that makes you special? By refusing to help children, you're forcing your own lines in the sand on these people. You know shit for shit about how this city works if you think you have some fucked up right to your racism."

And with that, she drew her dagger, allowing the deep obsidian blade to swallow what little light reached Tent City. The homeless had never seen Gidget so ready for violence, and they gave her a wide berth. They had no idea what she was capable of.

"You ain't gonna intimidate me. If you want to throw your weight around here, you better have something to fucking back it up."

[Idris Syron]

Idris scoffed, shaking his head profusely as a wicked grin extended from ear to ear. He was used to these interactions, and had grown accustomed to his accusers running away or backing down from their word. Never had he met one that actually fought for their stance. He admired the activism, but that wasn't going to stop him from teaching the brat a lesson.

He cracked his neck and bared his teeth, raising his arms in a defensive position. He knew he couldn't take her in speed, but maybe he could take her in experience. Either way it went down, he welcomed the challenge, and reveled in the idea of adding a new name to his list of heretics.

"Show me what you've got then, little one!" He mocked, waiting for her to make her move.

[Gidget]

When Gidget moved, she didn't hesitate. Her lack of experience didn't matter: she had rage and righteousness on her side. She made to run at him, head on, and at the last second, she ducked. She was tiny, a difficult target to hit as she launched herself to the side. He was big, and he was dangerous, and she knew she had to stay out of the way of his chains.

She swung her hand out, aiming her knife for a slash across his ribs, before she would move to dance away from him again. In the time it took most people to take a single step, she had launched herself from her first position directly in front of him, managed to get in for a cut, and then got out of harm's direct path.

"My name is GIDGET, you BASTARD!"