Snippet #2559981

The Grand Blaster, aka, Alan, was chuckling his little aging heart out at the fury and confusion from not just the unfortunate officers he kept swooping up and dropping off on rooftops, but of pretty much anyone in the vicinity who had never seen a masked man in a suit swoop down from the air and place police officers on roofs with no visible flight contraption. The looks of horror, utter befuddlement and complete shock were just plain hilarious to the super-powered waiter, chatting to himself; "At this rate, I might as well forget about any other crimes today, this is as the kids would say, totally gnarly! Fantastic this really puts pepper into my day, certainly a grand way to spend time for The Grand Blaster."

He decided to plant himself bum first on a ledge of a building, seeming out of breath for the moment, taking a rest in hopes of regaining his strength. He sighed to himself as he watched the panicked pedestrians below, smirking under his helmet. Now this was excitement, this was entertainment! Just the shock and worry in peoples faces of the city's finest being lumped atop of buildings helpless to get down. Well, unless there was a door or some stairs, Alan didn't really check any of the buildings thoroughly. His rest was short lived however, as the recently mentioned police having started hurtling down the road with sirens on full blast, no doubt searching for him. He gave little roll of the eyes; dramatically calling out to himself more than anyone; "Well this certainly cut my break short. Oh woe to the hippest villain of Dusk Haven, too much fame can be a curse as well as a blessing for I, The Grand Blaster!"

He then got back up on his feet and began soaring through the sky again, this time swooping past the police cars, cackling maniacally as he fried a few warning laser shots from his finger tips as he flew past, chanting out; "bring it on, bring it on, bring it on! Though really I don't want to fight you!", having to suddenly fling himself upwards as he nearly knocked himself into a group of boys, commenting; "My mistake chaps, go about your business!" Before carrying on hurtling away from the police cars.