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sonriseIt had started... Strangely, but how could something like this start off any other way? The whole teen vigilante thing hadn't been part of Varian's plan, after all. Not even when he'd discovered he had the power of the Moondrop, no. He had other things to do! Scientific discoveries to make! School to attend! A social life to try and not drive into the ground!
But things had changed, and when Varian had found himself in a position where he had to use his powers, well... He'd discovered that he liked the idea of taking some form of power in his life. And turning that power against those who did wrong? What could be bad about that?
That was the kind of thinking that had lead to him taking on the title of Moon; that had lead him to designing the costume he was now wearing; that head lead him to prowling the streets that night, as he had been doing every night for weeks.
Actually, that night was a bit more focused than most had been lately-- He'd heard about some criminal gang trying to get their hands on a powerful text, and the rumors went that they hadn't gotten what they wanted, and were now planning to take out their anger on a couple of banks around the city. The problem was, there was only one Moon, and he could only be in one place... But that was where Varian's brain came in handy. He'd done his research and figured out which bank was most likely to be targeted by the head of the gang, and he figured if he could apprehend him there, that would send a pretty strong message. So Varian was currently making his way downtown through shadow-shrouded back alleys.
But things had changed, and when Varian had found himself in a position where he had to use his powers, well... He'd discovered that he liked the idea of taking some form of power in his life. And turning that power against those who did wrong? What could be bad about that?
That was the kind of thinking that had lead to him taking on the title of Moon; that had lead him to designing the costume he was now wearing; that head lead him to prowling the streets that night, as he had been doing every night for weeks.
Actually, that night was a bit more focused than most had been lately-- He'd heard about some criminal gang trying to get their hands on a powerful text, and the rumors went that they hadn't gotten what they wanted, and were now planning to take out their anger on a couple of banks around the city. The problem was, there was only one Moon, and he could only be in one place... But that was where Varian's brain came in handy. He'd done his research and figured out which bank was most likely to be targeted by the head of the gang, and he figured if he could apprehend him there, that would send a pretty strong message. So Varian was currently making his way downtown through shadow-shrouded back alleys.
