[OPEN @Casper @Iggy] Vigilante Injustice

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It was a nice day - quite the oddity, really, when one considered the fact that it was the middle of Winter. Casper had every intention to make the most of it. It felt great to be out in the sun, even if the air still held a slight chill, and apparently he wasn't the only one who seemed to enjoy it; the plaza was filled to the brim with other Inklings. The presence of a crowd filled him with excitement, and perhaps he'd gotten a bit too caught up in the moment, because he didn't seem to notice that his wallet was missing until long after someone had already taken it. 
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Unfortunately, he also didn't seem to notice that his money had even been stolen in the first place.
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Absently, he slowed to a stop to reach into his back pocket when simply going to retrieve his wallet didn't seem to work, a bewildered "weird - I could've sworn I brought some cash with me" escaping him when he realized it was empty. It wasn't until Iggy took off running out of nowhere that Casper even lifted his face, his confusion increasing tenfold at the sight of his friend forcing his way through the crowd as though he had a wild animal at his heels. Baffled, he stared for a moment, calling after him, "Dude! What gives?!" When not even that seemed to be enough to catch his attention, though, Casper made a frustrated noise and, with heavy reluctance, broke into a run after him, albeit at a much less efficient pace. Sure, he didn't know why Iggy was running, but he couldn't just let him get away without finding out.
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It was too bad he hated running.
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Shoving past strangers in an effort to catch up to the yellow Inkling, he swore under his breath, annoyance building as he went. He didn't remember Iggy being that fast. Aggravated, he shouted again, "Iggy! Wait up!" When again his efforts yielded no results, he suppressed a groan, finally breaking past the crowd, and ran down the street after his teammate, still at a loss as to why they were running to begin with. Perhaps this was all a part of some scheme to get him to exercise. He was out of breath already.
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It wasn't long until he lost sight of Iggy entirely. God only knew why he felt the need to take so many detours. Casper's stamina never had been very good, and though his muscles weren't quite on the verge of giving up, he was having plenty of trouble when it came to actually getting air into his lungs. It felt like an eternity before he finally found his companion at the end of a street, and by the time he reached Iggy, he was wheezing, his shoulders slouched and a pained expression upon his face. Weakly, he stopped running once he was a few yards away and all but dragged himself to his teammate's side, doubling over once he reached him and placing either of his hands upon his knees. Breathing heavily, he managed between clipped gasps, eyes trained on the ground at his feet. "Dude... what the hell... was that all about?"
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Trying in vain to catch his breath, he finally stood to his full height, realizing only once he did so that Iggy was not alone. A look of surprise gripped his features in the midst of his exhaustion and, glimpsing Khyran, he couldn't help but stare - first at the massive scar, then the eye patch, then the way that he looked as though he hadn't eaten a proper meal in weeks, and finally at the prosthetic leg. It was enough, at least, to distract him from his urge to continue reprimanding Iggy. Torn between bewilderment and skepticism, he continued staring for a moment, then finally asked, though still without looking at his teammate, one eyebrow raised, "You know this guy?"
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OOC COMMENTS: i'm sorry khy. he really needs to work on his manners smh

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"I don't need to rest," he told the darker-skinned Inkling, though it was mostly a lie. He did need rest, but he couldn't leave these two kids to wander this place by themselves. If he really needed to, he had the 'intimidating' thing going for him. Some people would think twice before messing with an inkling covered in battlescars.
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"Anyway, I came this far. Might as well see it through." But when the other inkling battled with the realization of the situation, Khyran passed him a lopsided smile. "It's not easy to make money. Especially at your age. It looked like the fellow made it off with your entire wallet. Your ID is in there too, right?" He wasn't sure how Turf War regulation worked these days, but didn't each kid need an ID card? Or maybe that was just the janitors.
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"It might be best for us to go in together or not at all. I'll leave the decision to you," he pointed vaguely in Casper's direction. "It was your money, after all. You're wise to be frightened of this place- however, I don't think anyone's going to mess with us if I'm here. I might not look it, but I can handle myself. Comes with the 'veteran' status."
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Well, Khyran only had to use his war training after leaving the service once. He saw some shady guy punch a lady in a street. It was just two months after his amputation, but he had hobbled up to the dude and beaten the crap out of him with his crutches. He couldn't remember if it was pained adrenaline or altruism that fueled him then, but it was probably pain. Still, he was fairly confident he could do it again, even though the circumstances now left him a lot more exhausted, and he felt the situation was a little less dire.
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"Honestly, I think the realistic worst case scenario here is that we simply don't find him. If that's the case, I'll make sure you've got enough money to keep you settled." He offered Casper a weak smile. "I've got you covered, kid."