Jet the Hawk

These look like giant boogers. They literally look like boogers. You look like you just blew your nose all over this chicken.

Honestly, the two of you both sound like clowns fighting over the same circus.

What the hell is even the point of ruling anything? It's just more work and more headaches.

(( Might be selective ))

to give you a trail to start sniffing down unless you've got any clues more substantial than some lousy dander or whatever.

Like I said, I don't bother framing people. Just because I'm a criminal doesn't mean I'm a scumbag. I got standards, after all.

Besides, I can't stand the idea of someone else getting credit for MY handiwork.

So if someone's trying to frame ya, then my freakin' apologies but I've got nothing -

You are WAY too adamant into goading me into taking part in your little test like there's some massive trap in it for me and I'm not biting.

I know I'm not some rat that sets people up for a fall and I know that's not how the Babylon Rogues operate. That's all that matters.

Okay, riddle me this? Why the hell would I go out of my way to frame YOU of all people? Or how? It's not like I've got any access to anything that could even incriminate you in the first place!

So nah, I ain't jumping through your hoops. There's something fishy 'bout this entire setup!

"Believe me, I'm adept at a LOT of things."

"Wouldn't have made it to where I am now if that weren't the case."

Also could someone tell me why the fuck I'm seeing Rita Repulsa here like holy shit I didn't smoke THAT much last night.

So what? You do that by sullying MY name? Yeah, not exactly chomping at the bit to get up and show off for you.

First you go around claiming that my crew and I are sloppy, then you start claiming we framed you. At this point I'm starting to think you're just clinging onto anything you can.

Eyes going wide, the hawk recoils ever so slightly, before turning to the source of the blaze.

"Jeez, overkill much?"

(( Trying to get more attention to any solos I write. ))

(( Mostly cause I wanna do more with Jet than just goof around here, as much fun as shitposting can be sometimes. ))

Stumbling through some dingy backalley, headache pounding across his every thoughts, Jet braced his hand against the grimy brick as he waded through a path of strewn-out cans and other detritus.

Another step, then another, footsteps ringing out through the empty alleyway -

"Why is it so FUCKING COLD today I feel like my ASS IS GOING TO FUCKING FREEZE TO MY OWN CHAIR!"

"Not the way I wanted to start my fuckin' morning."

"At least maybe now I can get some damn peace"

- just in time to spot the severed digit still twitching on the ground. In one last fit of anger, the bandit scooped it up and tossed it back at the fleeing pair of cops.

"AND TAKE YOUR STUPID FUCKING FINGER WITH YOU! ASSHOLES!"

- back at their target, they saw the Babylonian glaring daggers at them, the tip of his fan now honed at both the cops. Without even thinking, the pair ran, tripping over themselves as they fled the scene.

Sighing, Jet lowered his weapon, once more grasping for his head as he looked down, -

- clean out of the air, then again. Red-hot streaks carved through the handguns, the barrels simply sliding clean off with one cut.

Then an ear-piercing scream. One of the officers clasped at their hand, the very tip of their trigger finger flopping to the concrete.

When the two turned to look -

- "I...I SAID HANDS IN THE AIR! DO IT NOW! DON'T MAKE ME SHOOT!"

Another groan from the bird. "I don't have time for this."

As he turned around, gunfire deafened the area. Jet's hand flashed, blurring in the air. First a swipe of green, sparks erupting as his Bashosen sliced the bullets -

- just letting out a low groan as he grasped at his forehead even tighter.

"Look...," the hawk hissed out, keeping his back turned at the duo. "...I've got a headache that could topple an elephant right now. Do you mind NOT making me take the time out of my morning to beat you fuckers stupid?" -

- until a shout cut him off.

"FREEZE! DON'T MOVE! HANDS IN THE AIR!"

The sheen of metallic glistened off a pair of handguns pointed directly at the avian's back, locked in the grasp of two very shaky policemen, ready to fire at the drop of a pin.

Despite the present danger, Jet didn't budge -

Stumbling through some dingy backalley, headache pounding across his every thoughts, Jet braced his hand against the grimy brick as he waded through a path of strewn-out cans and other detritus.

Another step, then another, footsteps ringing out through the empty alleyway -

Damn, why hasn't Wave made ME a Dodge Challenger that can sing Linkin Park?

Dudes Rock

(( Sorry bout the disappearance. My eyes have started to get dry and watery to the point where it hurts to keep them open for too long so I gotta probably spend the next day or so just resting them. ))

(( Hate this shit aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-))

(( I genuinely think this might be my favorite track from any Ace Combat soundtrack. ))

(( Yes, even moreso than Zero [ but it's really close ] ))

YouTube video by PROJECT ACES - Topic Sanctify Tunnels

(( Aw fuck yeah they added Ace Combat Joint Assault's soundtrack to spotify finally. ))

(( Which means THIS banger gets to be added to my racing playlist now ))

www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBA0...

And why the hell should I bother to perform for the likes of you? I'm not your little trained thieving pet. Besides, you're probably planning on doing that little shadow trick to try and pluck one of my feathers mid-heist and use it like some ham-fisted "proof"

The tell's pretty obvious from you.

"Wouldn't that be more of Lie x Lie?"

"A negative truth times a negative truth somehow makes a positive truth."

"...Also 'Lie x Lie' sounds like a sick anime name."

"But Jet, this thing I made up about you is true! It's really true I really mean it and if I say it's true enough times then it'll be true. What do you mean I'm wrong no I thought it up so it must be true see so it's true!"

Gaia, arguing with idiots is tiring.