"...This sort of thing happens often?" Lance asks incredulously as he bends down to help the woman with her tourniquet. "...Why don't the police do something about it, or something?"
She smiles, "...thank you." Then gives a slight sigh, "...they do what they can. But they can't keep up with the crime... I mean what with having to recruit new officers -- since they have to usually end up sending a good number of them off to grade school, wiping them off the ground with a mop, or just simply disappearing after being on the job for a bit."
"Super-villainy?"
Victor frowns, looking to Lance, and then back to the injured teller. This...scale of things happened often enough to have a special name?
...
He really, really shouldn't have gotten involved.
She nods at him, "Indeed! It's the only way they could get into the vault that quickly without several tons of dynamite!"
Elliot was on his way to the comic store, when he was almost trampled by the feeling bank robbers. "Watch out!", he yelled as they knocked him on both sides, spinning him around, his shoulder length blonde hair flicking across his face. He was wearing a pale blue t-shirt with a Superman logo on the chest, and a pair of jeans. "Why don't you watch... ", he started to shout, before noticing the bags of swag. "Wait a minute... ". In a moment of realisation, he saw the opportunity to be a real life hero, and took off after the gang, chasing them down the street!
"Pillow fight? But you're doing it wrooooooooong~." She dodges the sack and pulls out a HUUUUUUUGE pillow, and uses it to try and squash the man under it.
*Moria appears behind the bank robber In. A pillow/moneybag fight with Penny and whispers in his ear..."And who's to say I won't have my way with you if you do make it back?"
The man gives a growl, then blinks at the new comer. He is quite off guard for a moment, then responds "...I don't know what evil you are... ...but I've seen what the Mistress ca-ACK!" With that he is crushed beneath a rather large pillow.
Lucy does indeed notice the footprints, especially the tiny deep ones.
"...must be a very fat child."
Giggling to herself, she takes note of the direction the footprints travel in before taking flight, following them!
The foot prints appear to scatter off in several directions! The 'fat child' head down the alley way. ...the owner's pace seems to have increased considerably since the prints increase in spacing.