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Curtis Bennett

The Leopard. A legacy Super Villain trying to meet ends meat.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ironman11

Description

Aspiring Career Supervillian, No seriously stop grinning like an idiot.

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Curtis is a Caucasian Male standing at a height of 6’-3 ½‘’, At first glance he seems nothing more than just another health obsessed meathead that probably puts way too much time on his appearance and not a lot of time on his personality. Muscles, stylized long blonde hair, man capping, pedicures, trending clothes and glasses makes him some strange hipster hybrid that ends up looking less cool and more tool.

Curtis is the father of Malcom Bennett, former Supervillian, former menace to society, former leukemia fighter. His father’s animal spirit being quite literally thrust upon him in order to save itself; Curtis is now coming to terms with paying an homage to the training he’d never wanted, honoring the memory of a father he really didn’t know and going into a highly risky, immoral and downright crazy career for reasons he has not fully come to grips yet. At least it blows fashion design out of the water.

At least the tail end of that degree is finally going somewhere other than a fancy way to introduce yourself in becoming a waiter with a lot of loan payments. Curtis has adopted his father’s legacy mantle: “King Jaguar” with his own twist becoming “The Leopard” wearing a skintight suit of padded body armor patterned in a yellowish red with appropriate spots (We call that orange Curtis). Attached to the suit is a pack for utility, full three quarters mask with mouth slit that shaped into a leopard’s head and a pair of armored gloves that take the have long steel retractable blades. He thought about adding a tail, but he just kept stepping on it in test runs.

So begins...

Curtis Bennett's Story

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[i]Curtis had entered into the franchised coffee place about half an hour than he was supposed to be. He wanted to show up earlier and he was informed that the rest of the group for this job would met him at exactly the time agreed for pick up. The fact that almost all of this had been on the internet was still kind of mind blowing. Criminal conspiracy? Easy as Craig list for crooks. Or Craig’s List. The blonde had arrived with a baseball cap, sunglasses and some sport attire on this bright sunny day, a lot of people with crammed in doing stuff as he lugged a heavy back behind him quickly and wordlessly entering into the rest room. Right… Lock…

The plan was pretty forward. Hit the Frankson and Co. Bank at the Wing City Business District, steal 3.5 million dollars in trade bonds and whatever jewels and petty cash were stored in the safety deposits. Curtis would get a cut and his job was really just abnormal control. The rest of these guys were supposed to be seasoned veterans at this sort of thing, guns, wigs, masks, body armor, safe crackers, that sort of thing. With a deep breath he began to strip off everything, everything down to a pair of black briefs that hug his form as he checked his watch again. Alright… Time to make a scene.

Exiting out of the restroom immediately drew some eyes, seeing a big brawny looking guy in a leopard print body armor and mask drew a following. He powerwalked right outside expecting the van to pull up right as he stepped out… Nothing was there waiting for him. Well shit. Cellphone.

“Where are you guys? Stuck in traffic?? Are you fuck-“ Hang up… Ugh… Just… Ugh… He texted his location. A few tourists stopped to look at what they thought was a costumed superhero taking pictures with their cellphones or camera. A few people gawked as the guy in the leopard costume was left to awkwardly pace about loitering in front of the store waiting for his pick up. Finally the van arrived much to his damn embarrassment.

The group were now movin

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The group were now moving by a modified uhaul truck. Besides the driver there were four other men each assigned a nickname coordinating with a number. He was five apparently “Remember, you handle the costumes and the people that are going to shat out lighting from their asses, you leave the rest to us.” Right…. Right… Along the ivory steps of the massive looking building the fived descended out of the van upwards.

Besides the Leopard, each thief wore a painters workorals over kelvar armor armed with an assault rifle and a side arm and wearing gas masks. The group bursted in almost as soon as they touched ground each man moving to his post “Everyone down on the floor in twenty seconds or else we shoot everyone!” The robber threaten, all it took was order to register to keep most of the bystanders in line.[/i]

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Curtis had entered into the franchised coffee place about half an hour than he was supposed to be. He wanted to show up earlier and he was informed that the rest of the group for this job would met him at exactly the time agreed for pick up. The fact that almost all of this had been on the internet was still kind of mind blowing. Criminal conspiracy? Easy as Craig list for crooks. Or Craig’s List. The blonde had arrived with a baseball cap, sunglasses and some sport attire on this bright sunny day, a lot of people with crammed in doing stuff as he lugged a heavy back behind him quickly and wordlessly entering into the rest room. Right… Lock…

The plan was pretty forward. Hit the Frankson and Co. Bank at the Wing City Business District, steal 3.5 million dollars in trade bonds and whatever jewels and petty cash were stored in the safety deposits. Curtis would get a cut and his job was really just abnormal control. The rest of these guys were supposed to be seasoned veterans at this sort of thing, guns, wigs, masks, body armor, safe crackers, that sort of thing. With a deep breath he began to strip off everything, everything down to a pair of black briefs that hug his form as he checked his watch again. Alright… Time to make a scene.

Exiting out of the restroom immediately drew some eyes, seeing a big brawny looking guy in a leopard print body armor and mask drew a following. He powerwalked right outside expecting the van to pull up right as he stepped out… Nothing was there waiting for him. Well shit. Cellphone.

“Where are you guys? Stuck in traffic?? Are you fuck-“ Hang up… Ugh… Just… Ugh… He texted his location. A few tourists stopped to look at what they thought was a costumed superhero taking pictures with their cellphones or camera. A few people gawked as the guy in the leopard costume was left to awkwardly pace about loitering in front of the store waiting for his pick up. Finally the van arrived much to his damn embarrassment.

The group were now moving by a modified uhaul truck. Besides the driver there were four other men each assigned a nickname coordinating with a number. He was five apparently “Remember, you handle the costumes and the people that are going to shat out lighting from their asses, you leave the rest to us.” Right…. Right… Along the ivory steps of the massive looking building the fived descended out of the van upwards.

Besides the Leopard, each thief wore a painters workorals over kelvar armor armed with an assault rifle and a side arm and wearing gas masks. The group bursted in almost as soon as they touched ground each man moving to his post “Everyone down on the floor in twenty seconds or else we shoot everyone!” The robber threaten, all it took was order to register to keep most of the bystanders in line.

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The set of events that unfolded within the established building of business could not be described in great detail unless there was a bit of chaos going about it. However instead of the average man walking into the joint a dark skinned elf in refined finery and an even more eccentric looking cane at his side.

"What in the Seven Hells?" Istzyr grumbled something terrible while taking several more steps into the place only to find that he was outgunned and rather hungry.

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”Down on the floor now! Speak English! On your belly.” The armed goon that was at the door about to secure that particular door. He aimed his rifle right at the drow. The other three were moving about taking care of business. “Attention everyone, we are not here to harm you, we are not here to steal your money. Your money is federally insured by the government. We are here for the bank’s money. As long as you all cooperate everyone will walk out of here with just their time delayed.” 2 instructed while 3 and 4 were already herding bank tellers out of the counter like clockwork. The manager seemed to be collected.

The Leopard was left almost twiddling his thumbs. His focus returned to the gunman at the entrance and their arrival. Something… lurched for the other deep inside. His eyes glinted from their normal color to an amber feline iris pupils beneath his usual lens. He said… nothing just watching the scene unfold as he paced over.

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"You rude twit." The drow growled and brought his cane across the gunman's face with such speed and power that it would send the man flying if he did not duck or get the hell out of the way right at that instant. "I am a gentleman not some rapscallion you can just order about!" With great haste the drow suddenly created a glob of darkness with a flick of his wrist that encompassed the entire building only to then speed his way through placing well guided strikes with his cane against lackeys number 2, 3, and then finally 4. "Can't we all just relax and let me get what I require without any kind of distraction."

The Drow turned in his magical darkness he created only to then make his way over to the body of the nearest crook and lifted the mans neck just to bite down and begin feeding on the poor fellow. He planned on devouring every single robber in the bank before the people on the inside who could claim their innocence would suspect anything of the sort.

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The first thug was knocked off his feet the heavy weight of the gear dragging along the polished stone floors. Two to Four had been at work, three had been zip tying people secure while two and four were negotiating with the bank manager to punch in the code to open the vault. When the blur came at the assorted criminals the Leopard went immediately to work. Curtis felt his blood go hot and went inhumanely fast and fierce.

He lunged at the blur as it moved to collide with Three, steel blades retracting shot out from his finger tips to slice at the drow like hot butter.

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Interruption? If there was anything in the world that could drive Istzyr up a wall it was interruption. Interruptions mind you that had claws and appeared to be a giant man cat thing always seemed to pose a problem. The drow quickly brought his cane up against the oncoming claws that attacked him in the darkness while simultaneously bringing his clenched right fist against his attacker.

"Not that I do not relish a bit more excitement than a free meal that you had originally provided for me but I sadly must decline." The Drow jested only to take a single step back in order to get some distance between him and his attacker. The shadows began to dissipate and what was suddenly seen for all was that the drow was covered in shadows and strange metallic wings covered in darkness.

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There was so much damn dark, it was almost impossible to see anything as he heard the metal blades scrap up against something. Oh look a fist. The Leopard took a rather wicked blow, damn that felt like a damn horse instead of a skinny looking elf dude. Curtis beared his teeth for a moment gazing now at the outline of wings as the other thieves were somewhat trying to manage the situation.

The bank manager was frozen with fear as he was trying not to panick and the sudden break out fight made one or two get upwards trying to make it for the door. “FUCK!” Three exclaimed staggering away from almost being lunch and trying to apprehend to the two fleeing people that one was originally supposed to secure.

As the wings parted from the outline of the figure misted in darkness lightning like reflexes kicked inward as the now yellow eyes empowered super villain tried to grab the creature within the darkness and toss him into the reinforced banker teller’s windows that were right across from him. His physical attributes were now greatly enhanced.

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Cyprus Materialized from the shadows holding what appeared to be a large golden egg. "I would like to make a.." He said then looked up to the chaos that was unfolding around him! Then finished his sentence, "deposit". Carefully putting the egg like object in a pouch then, with practiced with ease, drew a modified hellfire bolt pistol and fired two shots into the air to get the rooms attention. After realizing that didn't work he walked briskly to the door to find that he wasn't the only one who arrived at the sene. He quickly fired four shots into the closest vehicle, which exploded, then yelled back to the room, "shit! Cops!" Then hid behind the door frame and quickly replaced his bolt pistol with a 3.k20 MACSMG (Magnetically Accelerated Charge Sub-Machine Gun) and loaded a plasma clip into the gun, swiftly cocked it, and synced the thermal plasma scope on the gun, then linked the sights and a crosshairs to his helmet. "Alright," he said, "come and get me."

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All the shots had done was alert the attention of the three other armed thieves who’d turned to the sight of the arriving assailant before him. Well now there was going to be police response with the exploding fucking car! The gas masked painter workeroralls kelvared robbers were not too keen to ask just who the apparently heavily armed newcomer was. Three which had been chasing the two bysanders that hit floor again when they heard the gun shots only had a moment to appraise the arriving gunman changing firepower.

Quickly he aimed the scope of his assault rifle while the other was still in the clear attempting to take out Cyprus with automatic fire as he retreated to the solace of a nearby thick concrete interior pillar. The other two thieves were at the vault somewhat behind ample cover themselves. The alarms were set off when the explosion happened. “FUCK! LOCKED IN!” Four could be heard screaming. So much for the 3.5 Million. The other professional bank robber radioed someone in on his pack. “Six, get the ride prepped on Exit C, were aborting.” He radioed as the two went for cover. They had the tools to crack open the safe, but with police response even with the eight minute delay there was no way they could get that highly reinforced door opened in time.

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The vampiric drow growled at the sudden feeling of the cat like figure grabbing a hold of him and tossing him against the glass that protected the bank teller. It was now apparent that the wings were sharp in definition and that they were neither feathery or made of leather but something else entirely.

"Foolish little cat!" The drow shouted as he launched himself forward allowing his cane to take the lead and at its end sharp shadows took form into a blade that almost made things seem a bit more drastic. THe newcomer who had added to the chaos would prove to be an interesting meal once this was all done and over with but as for now Istzyr was in the mood for takeout and the menu consisted of cat and a couple sides of foolish mortals.

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Curtis felt like he was diffidently getting his share now with abnormal crowd control. The Leopard was forced to take a very hard left almost leaping away from the sudden launched bladed man that stabbed at him. He hugged a nearby fixture at the moment turning. The scene erupted to chaos, about half the bystanders couldn’t get up with their hands zip tied to the behind them and their bellies on the floor. The other half refused to get up mostly not wanting to be the victim of stray gunfire in this now gunfight that was rolling in.

“Five!” Five? That was his number, a small radio piece had been fitted in the ear of his costume. “Yeah?” He complied for a moment quick on his feet to turn and consider his next move. “Were aborting, collect 1 and meet us near exit C!” Exit C? Remembering exit strategies, Exit Strategies! Wait! Fire exit near the safety deposit boxes leads into the back parking lot!

Where was One? His eyes turned to the sight of the one criminal that couldn’t get off the floor, one of his legs was bending in a weird way. Fuck, if he was left behind they would all get clipped. Fuck… there was a gunman right by the entrance shooting at them. Well shit. He looked to the winged creature one more time taking a deep breath and on his feet he was prepping for the creature’s next attack.

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After dropping several cops, and majorly damaging a car, cyprus reloaded and ran backwards towards the people behind him and spoke while he did so. "I'm a freelancer. Head of a an unknown group called LOTUS which has a group of thieves, mercenaries, and bounty hunters, called Project ShadowWolf. I've been looking for recruits to join it, and I came here to pick up a package." He said, then he pulled out the golden egg, which he fumbled with until he pulled out a leaver and aimed it at the demonic creature, then ran hot white electricity from his core into the egg object, which in turn created a beam of power, drawing the creature into the machine until the entire creature was drawn into the egg then he stopped the charge and returned the leaver to its place. "This is a capture unit used by Holaics in the Shadow Wars. Whatever gets caught inside is stuck there until someone releases it from the outside. The button here," he said tapping towards a side of the egg, " releases it. Also, don't drop it. It's got enough power in it to make a nuke look like fire crackers." Then he handed it to The Leopard, "Here, I'm guessing you're the one who was contracted to take care of this creature, and those where only sidearms, my light weapon is a rail rifle which shoots ionic plasma slugs at MAC 10. It's strong enough to go through shielded tank armor." Then he turned to leave, " oh yea leave now. I'll handle the cops." Then he pulled out his SkT0-Rail Rifle and flipped the safety off and the gun hummed to life. He saluted off towards The Leopard, then a shark shadow started to swirl around him as is power healed him and camouflaged him with the surroundings Then said, "good day. And good luck." Then began to make his stand by the door...

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The vampiric drow was found in a rather interesting position. As he was cracking his neck and swaying a bit as to keep himself out of the line of fire from random stray bullets something else seemed to pose a problem for him now as he was being sucked into a rather strange place. Shabot-Urn would not stand for this! The Shadow Lord himself proved many times that darkness was the only thing that the drow needed but this predicament began to get rather annoying.

"No!" Istzyr shouted as he suddenly found himself in another place that was not the bank he had originally come to.

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What the heck just happened? Were they just saved by a complete idiot right now? That’s what Curtis had felt strangely enough though what he observed was telling them otherwise. The other three criminals just sort of stopped what they were doing trying to register the events that had just played out.

“What just happened?”

Three just asked as he checked his ammo reserve.

“Blind fucking luck.”

Always a strange buy discernibly powerful element in Wing City. The Leopard looked to the egg he had just been given. Just… Well. Not going to take it with them. He placed it gently on the floor as the three other robbers just packed up. Was he really just going to stand there? They certainly weren’t going to take him along that was for certain. The twat was a walking cop magnet and in their minds a big massive screw up.

“Get One already.”

Curtis finally registered somewhat stepping over the egg now and picking up the downed robber. This was a really weird and because of the explosion none of them were going to get paid. The group casually made their way down the hall and to the fire exit where the truck was already waiting.

“Fucking scatter brained moron. This is why I hate this city.”

Three months of planning and close to 600,000 dollars dent in assembling all the gear wasted. Well, 585,000 dent. They did raid the teller counter. The group entered into the truck and simply drove off.

The setting changes from wing-city-business-district to Azure Park

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It was set as a private party set mostly on the Terrace of the Azure Park. On this slightly chilly spring evening, a good clout of people were celebrating the 79th birthday of one Andrew Howe, an old businessman of some good standing in the community. Amongst the formal event were top investors, family friends, people in the social circle and family members of about four generations now as the arrival of Angelica Garcia, the great granddaughter of Andrew and daughter of his Granddaughter Monica Howe and her husband Richard Garcia.

The festivities were somewhat lively on the evening, the dance floor had mostly died down and it was mostly old folks in formal wear chatting about while kids festered at the table bored and an occasional appearance from Lucie Howe, Andrew’s youngest granddaughter running around screaming on the top of her lungs like the little kid she was much to the chagrin of her father. Of course in all these festivities where would be the infiltrator here to plot something insidious? Amongst the shadows unseen? Sauvely blending in his finest tux shaking a glass around?

“Table 18 needs another bottle of red! Your smoking break ended half an hour ago!” Wearing a monkey suit busting his hump? Curtis groaned quietly as he extinguished his own smoke never thought he would have to hear those ruddy words again. This is all for the big payload at the end as departing from the other rented out waitstaff he collected the bottle and new glasses from the kitchen and departed outside the restaurant on sight in the park and made his way over for the Terrace.

Inside his pocket was a key to a locker that was located here in the park and for the last half hour his attention had remained staunchly on the Mrs. Howe and here rare ruby stone necklace which she had taken out of their account to wear. He was planning on stealing an old crow’s necklace at a fancy evening party…. This seemed like the setup of a bad detec-Oh shit that little girl just bumped into him.

“Sorry miss.” He said in passing as the little tyke didn’t even said anything after still running around screaming as a father hustled after. “Lucy! LUCY! Come back here! Come back here!”

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"Mrs. Howe, I see my grandfather has done your family proud, if you can display my families handiwork with such grace and tenacity. You are as they say a lady of refined tastes and full of life." The elderly woman smiled genuinely at the compliment handed to her by the young man wearing his finest while standing with the barrings of a strange looking cane that held the Maximoffs old family insignia. The elderly woman simply offered Arden a seat and chuckled slightly while she kept her hands upon an empty glass of wine. "Arden please." She uttered those words before the young man could speak any more. "Your father helped him as much as that old crow did. Besides you have spoken many times before that there was a ring made for this jewel as well? I would be graced today with the second stone I will pass down to my family if you would be so kind."

Arden smiled and removed his hat when he took his seat. He simply set his cane next to him in the chair he took up and produced a rather strange box only to open it up before the elderly woman and smiled. "Mrs. Howe." He whispered just to reveal the radiance of a silver banded ruby with several encrusted sapphires surrounding it. The ring also housed two emeralds of the finest greens that seemed to match her eyes. "I spent a month or so working on the additions. It was my grandfathers design so I do hope that all recognition will still go to the children foundation you have so fondly mentioned to me before."

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Curtis had to navigate through this utter chaos unfolding. The shitty smooth jazz band began to pick up again prompting a few idiots to rush past the guy trying to balance these glass crystal cups in a pyramid on the damn saucer. HEY! HEY! Don’t pick one from the bottom either damn it! He repressed his rage like he had did a hundred times before in food service, he was really not feeling so bad robbing these people now.

He passed by Mrs. Howe again who was now chatting with someone else on something he really didn’t care about finally reaching table 18 about two tables ahead to place the bottle in its cooler and taking the empty one out.

Suddenly the band interrupted into ‘for he’s a jolly good fellow’ in a tune as the man of the hour arrived back outside to the Terrace. Andrew Howe was a rather old wrinkled man now, a bit spry and high pitched as people began to crowd around him to applaud. Soon the he would give his speech and soon he would snatch those damn stones and be done with it. The guests in attendances gathered around and the staff were lingering off to get the massive cake, Curtis departed for a moment saucer in hands for the Park Lockeroom a small walk away.

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"Oh, Arden, my husband is here!" The elderly woman spoke up cutting Arden off only to rise and make her way to her lovely husband. Arden could only smile as he noted the old woman wearing the ring to celebrate not only her husbands healthy old age but their families long lasting friendship. One server was walking away from the rest and Arden frowned slightly as he took up his cane and followed the man a somewhat decent distance away. All of the servers would be required but if this one wanted to leave it clearly had to be an emergency of some kind.

"Lord Arden?" A young man spoke up as Arden began to pursue after the server just to stop and sigh. "You should be getting the present for my fathers friend." Arden began to direct the young fellow to his car for the donation and the bit of artwork.

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”There is my crackerjack gal!” Andrew expressed for the moment as the old woman came over to join him. There was a small light murmur of laughter coming from the crowd, hinting a bit more on sycophancy. The lively old man took a glass of champagne from one of the nearby trays somewhat speaking up to the reception around him. “Good evening to all of you. Get the hell out of here!” Another burst of laughter came from the good time “Seriously! Seriously! On a day like today, I can’t help but to feel so momentously blessed with friends, love ones, family and dependable partners over all these years. When I first came….”

As Curtis got further and further away from the party the speech was becoming fainter and fainter. He continued to act casual keeping the saucer under his arm as he reviewed it all in his head. The speech would bring them all together, the cake would come out, he barge right on the scene, snatch the stones in his costume for the cred and then drop it off back here to store it to pick up in about a month until he picked it up here.

He had not noticed his shadow currently as he crossed a small foot bridge overlooking the more scenic natural elements of the park even at evening. There were fewer people about, stranglers from the party, wayward passerbys, regular park visitors and such. On the otherside was a building that operated as a public shower, taking a gander for a moment Curtis took a moment to pull out a key unlocking the closed door and taking a step into the currently closed function.

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Mr. Howe." Arden spoke up after the speech was given. The young man pointed with his cane towards the cake and then towards a small briefcase and a rather lifelike portrait of his wife and himself standing in front of their home. "I present to you this fine painting to add to your collection that you are so fond of. Also a rather hefty benefit of cash to aid in your families care of those poor orphans." The elderly man walked over to Arden and gave him a hug.

"You have done your family proud boy. I am sure that your father and his and so forth would have been here with you to congratulate you on the kindness that you have offered us this day." Mr. Howe spoke only to then turn to his wife and smile at her. Arden left the two and began to walk towards the end of the festivities just to get some fresh air.

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Right… Get this buckle down, these pants off his damn ankles! This zipper up! This strap inward! This button! Damn it! Why didn’t he design this zipper to be better to reach! The large blonde fiddled and struggled to get into costume. The thick leopard print padding somewhat aligning on muscle and build eventually making him look a little bit bigger than he already was. He took a deep breath as he applied on the last touches. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this.

For a moment he just walked out of the isolated building pacing back down the park as he did so. A few people looked up rather confused, thinking he was some sort of street performer or something of the like. The Leopard walked further and further down the public lights for a moment starring intently at the Terrace that was getting closer and closer. As he approached the edge of the Terrace there was Ardin standing there though he really didn’t pay no mind, the man in the leopard costume just striding right past him.

A few people caught sight of the strange looking party crasher not entirely sure what was going on as one of the guests sort of walk forward in his way. “Hey! What do you thin-“ Was all the poor person said before the Leopard’s eyes went yellow with ferious feline irises. Magic, strange spiritual possession. He released a sudden fierce growl just taking the guest lifting that person up and flung that person right for the band. The sudden crash sparked a sudden panic as a few people started to flee in all directions.

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Right… Get this buckle down, these pants off his damn ankles! This zipper up! This strap inward! This button! Damn it! Why didn’t he design this zipper to be better to reach! The large blonde fiddled and struggled to get into costume. The thick leopard print padding somewhat aligning on muscle and build eventually making him look a little bit bigger than he already was. He took a deep breath as he applied on the last touches. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this.

For a moment he just walked out of the isolated building pacing back down the park as he did so. A few people looked up rather confused, thinking he was some sort of street performer or something of the like. The Leopard walked further and further down the public lights for a moment starring intently at the Terrace that was getting closer and closer. As he approached the edge of the Terrace there was Ardin standing there though he really didn’t pay no mind, the man in the leopard costume just striding right past him.

A few people caught sight of the strange looking party crasher not entirely sure what was going on as one of the guests sort of walk forward in his way. “Hey! What do you thin-“ Was all the poor person said before the Leopard’s eyes went yellow with ferious feline irises. Magic, strange spiritual possession. He released a sudden fierce growl just taking the guest lifting that person up and flung that person right for the band. The sudden crash sparked a sudden panic as a few people started to flee in all directions.

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A party crasher! That was more annoying than the last diner party he had to attend with the Markel Family. Arden simply brought the butt of his cane up towards the back of the leopard who had tossed the poor man and grimaced slightly.

"I challenge the laws of nature and reason..."

The words that slipped past Ardens lips sparked with eldritch might and forced the air at the party to somewhat churn as if the wind began to pick up. Arden then moved the butt of his cane towards the heavy ropes that were holding up the tarp above the now ruined musical group while giving his cane a bit of a flick back towards the Leopard.

"By calling upon the powers of the chaos. Mirla Ishva korviex tor!"

With the words spoken the ropes suddenly came alive and flew from their bolts and began to snake towards the giant feline in order to tie him up while the guests began to make clear of the party. "You will not lay a single finger on anyone at this party you blasted cat!" Arden shouted as he brought his freehand forward and created in the air before him a glowing sphere that shimmered several colors.