Owner	Pose
Impulse	Something strange has been goign on in the residential parts of West Farms. In the last 40 minutes 5 hours have suddenly found the old and peeling paint vanishing from the house old rotten pieces of exterior wood vanishing and being replaced by new before fresh paint is applied returning the homes to what they looked like when freshly painted originally, fences are also repaired and repainted the only thing folks are seeing being blood red and bright gold lightning, and a yellow and red blur moving around the houses in a whirlwind of controlled chaos..
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl walks down the street in her normal disguise of a long hooded coat and a pair of goggles that she wears when trying to avoid attention from the decent properly living folks. She's been on her own investigation on another matter, so any report of strangeness is a lead that should be followed up on. She stops stare at a wall that she new yesterday was weatherworn and with only a few smatterings of old paint left over. But now it looks fresh and new. She reaches out with a gray hand and scratches at the paint with her finger.
Impulse	The paint is dry, and fresh, name brand and designed for outside usage and longevity, pitmarked and damaged wood removed, grafitti wiped away, the brick work also looks to have been repaired. Behind Zombie girl, a young mans voice comes. "hey, don't scratch the paint, I just did that!" the teenager says his costume, primarily red and yellow is covered in small paint smatters, his bare cheek covered in a smear a 5 gallon bucket of paint brushes in his left hand, a 5 gallon bucket of paint in the other.
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl wheels around on her foot. She keeps her head low to pitch the hood down enough to try and hide her strangely colored face as much as she can manage. "Uh....kay?" she says seeming more confused than anything. "I suppose my next questions should be why or how?" she adds.
Impulse	Impulse shrugs.. "needed painting, and you take a big bucket of paint and a brush or roller and apply generously" he says with a grin.. "Five or six passes super heating the air around it and it's dry and ready to go!" he says with a grin. "You live in this neighborhood?" he asks curiously.
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl smirks at the wording of the question. "Yeah, something like that," she responds with a shrug. "But if I were you I wouldn't put too much effort into painting some of these walls. At least not expect the results that you hope for."
Impulse	Impulse tilts his head "Why? What do you mean?" he asks, the teen not quite getting it or following what's she's talking about. "I'm just wanting folks and the neighborhood looking nicer for the folks that live here." he explains his intentions..
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl raises a hand and beckons you further into an alley, not seeming to care about showing off the skin of her hand to the teen. He's likely as strange as she is. "Over here, if I'm right," she says and walks a good twenty feet into the alley way and stares at a blank wall, as though she were waiting for something to happen.
Impulse	Impulse sets down his buckets, running a hand through his hair and getting his fingers caught in a bit that's got dried paint sticking it together. "What?" he asks following looking at the blank, and freshly painted wall..
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl points at the fresh paint on the wall just as it starts to darken in a small area as though being burned from beneath. The graffiti, or rather a specific piece of graffiti is seemingly rejecting being covered. The pain in that area just flakes off. What is left is something that looks arcane, and feels very wrong. The geometry of it almost hurts to look at and makes those looking at it feel sick to their stomach, like the ground was moving beneath their feet. "Yup, that's what I thought," she remarks.
Impulse	Impulse looks like his puppy has been kicked.. "That's not fun!" he says frowning.. "Gideon, what could be doing that? Manotech? in the 21st century? yeah yeah. Ironman.. try doing something." he says moving to place his palm on the spot the material of his glove spreading out to try and restructure the materials under the grafitti.. Apparently Magic isn't a concept to the teen.."
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl waves her hand in the air, "Tech? Nah that's over my head. This is the work of a demonic street gang I've been investigating. Nothing I've tried has been able to get rid of it. Makes the whole place stink like sulphur when there's too many of them around." She does look at you curiously though. She doesn't know the name Gideon, though she has heard of Stark, but is unsure of why you are name dropping them.
Impulse	Impulse blinks.. "What do you mean there's nothign there? I can see it, you can see it!" he says before the girl's remembered and her words sink in.. "Demonic Street Gang? Like Magic? Like Labrynths and Lairs?" he asks blinking at the revelation..
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl nods slowly and says, "Er, I don't know what that is, but from the context... yeah sounds about right." She crosses her arms and nods her head. She's still looking somewhat lost in the conversation, as half of the time he seems to be talking to someone other than her.
Impulse	Impulse doesn't clarify that he's not crazy and just nods.. "Yeah Labrynths and Lairs, you know.. You get your Warrior Mage, and your Esoteric Cleric, with the munckin rogue, and you go off storming the castle! You roll dice, and the Grand Magus shoots lightning bolts from his finger tips killing the Orcs and dragons.. It's a roleplaying game.. well I think it's a roleplaying game.." he says tilting his head as if listening to something.. "Yeah, it's a roleplaying game." he affirms..
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl nods again, "Well yeah, then it is like that. I've seen people throw magic lightning bolts. Hell, I've taken some magic lightning bolts to the face on a few occasions. Anyway kid, I appreciate you trying to brighten up the place, even if it's not going to take in all places."
Impulse	Impulse nods, still frowning.. "Do you know where these Demon bikers are?" he asks curiously "can I help you fight them? if they're messing things up, I'm more than happy to help, I'm a superhero!" he says cheerfully offering to pitch in without a thought about asking who she is.. but then again she hasn't asked him either!
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl shakes her head, "No I don't know where they are. I've come across a few here and there, but I don't know where they are based out of. You can help, if you can help in a scrap, or if you know how to pick up some intel. Anyway, I'm probably also a superhero, probably."
Impulse	Impulse nods.. "ohh jinkies! I need a way for you to be able to contact me... I don't have a cellphone number.. wait.. "gideon.. can you get me a cellphone number? Just hack in, put three grand in the account, I'll go by the bank after this and we can make it proper after the fact!" he says seemingly arguing with himself. "Thanks you're the best!" he adds to the air before reaching down and grabbing a loose pebble off of the ground and closing his fist around it. A moment later there's a flash of bright light backlighting his gloved hand and he's holding a buisness card, dark red in color with a bright yellow lightning bolt on one side, a phone number printed in black text. "Here if you need my help call that number, Day or night, I'll answer, or if I can't for some reason Gideon will."
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl looks surprised at the trick, but probably not as surprised as she should be considering. She holds up the card and inspects it for a second before shoving it into the pocket of her jacket. She pulls a pen out of her pocket and makes a grab for your hand. "I guess I should give you my number. Gimme your hand."
Impulse	Impulse tilts his head a bit curiously and holds out his gloved hand for her to do what she wants. "Ohh, I guess I could have just called your phone and you'ed have gotten my number that way." he comments a bit embarrassed by his Faux pas..
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl looks at your gloved and and frowns. Not wanting to write on your costume she instead puts the pen in her pocket and pulls out her burner phone. It's the kind of phone that looks like it costs all of ten bucks. She dials your number, lets it ring once, then hangs up. "There, you have my number," she tells you.
Impulse	nothing rings on Impulses body, but Impulse nods. "Five-Five-Five, Two-Eight-Nine, Twenty-Three Twenty-one?" he asks calling back the phone number that just called him. "I'd give you a name, but I kinda don't have a super hero name yet.. My aunt called me Sparky.." he adds in some sort of introduction..
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl nods, "Sure, uh, Sparky. You can call me Zombie-Girl." She puls the phone back out of her pocket when it rings and hints the button to reject the call. No real reason to answer it when you're standing right in front of her after all.
Impulse	Impulse grins.. "Nice meeting you Zee-Gee! I've got to get back to painting and fixing houses, only a couple hours left in the day, and I wanna get at least twenty more places spiffered up!" he says happily looking at the demonic mark again and frowning at it with a sour look on his face. "Cheating Cheaters." he mumbles..
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl shrugs, "Cool. Just keep an eye out for them. They like to wear red bandanas with those kinds of marks on them." She gestures with her thumb at the graffiti mark again.
Impulse	Impulse nods. "Bye!" he says vanishing in a crack of crimson and gold lightning an after image of him sticking around for the better part of a second while the buckets left at the end of the alley vanish with the blur of yellow and red as he goes back to his good samaritanism the next house on his list getting it's planned facelift in record time..
Zombie-Girl	Zombie-Girl says, "Seeya." She shoves her hand in her pockets and wanders away from the alley, trying to avoid any attention that might have been drawed by the blur of gold and red that ran out before her.