Stanford Pines
Powers: Technopathy, Telekinesis
Age: 63
Birth Date: January 12, 1994
Stanley Pines
Powers: None
Age: 63
Birth Date: January 13, 1994
Fiddleford H. McGucket
Powers: Thought Telegraphy
Age: 62
Birth Date: January 29, 1995
Mason watched with near-manic glee as an explosion rocked the mayor's hall, watching from a nearby building across the street as his boyfriend wrought havoc on the powerless civilians. The second explosion lit up his love's figure, a third fireball already in his hand.
It was late, not many people were out in the city street, but those that were ran in fear.
Bill was right about the fear being a rush.
His manic grin only grew as he launched himself off the building with a running start, activating his telekinesis so his landing was gentle.
"God, I love you." he muttered, staring in awe at the damage done to the empty symbol of power sitting in the middle of the downtown district.
Bill just cackled, sweeping his lover into his arms and twirling. "I love you too, my sweet sapling." he declared, settling Mason back down.
Mabel rushed out of bed, grabbing out the suit she'd created with her great uncle Stanford before his world trip with Stanley.
She pulled it on quickly, glad she'd redone the stitching that morning, and checked herself out in the mirror to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything.
Giving herself a thumbs up, she grabbed her grappling hook off her bedside table and jumped out of the window, swinging towards the mayor's office.
She stopped on a rooftop across from the mayor's office, and watched in silent horror as two men in costumes danced amongst the wreckage of the building. The fire seemed to curve around them in a bubble, and she could tell that they were the reason the office was up in flames.
Gritting her teeth, she jumped off the roof, soaring through the air before using a roll to reduce momentum, stopping just in front of the cracked steps to the building.
"Stop! You can't just destroy whatever you want!" she yelled, barely heard over the roaring flames. The figure dressed in gold turned her way, and guided his partner out of the rubble swiftly.
Once they were out of the part that was on fire, the smaller of the pair seemed to pull a large chunk of rubble- what used to be a pillar- and set it down atop the steps, then flying to sit on top of it.
The remaining of the two villains-because they had to be villains, who else would dance in fire- greeted her with a cordial bow, sweeping his oversized top hat off for dramatic effect. "What can I do you for?" he asked jauntily.
It was hard to describe the voice she heard, it was a mix between just too loud and just too high-pitched for it to be his natural voice.
"I'm here to stop you, duh. You're destroying public property, a mayor's office at that." she replied, nervously fiddling with the ends of her ponytail behind her back.
"Wow, how original. You're really good at the whole 'public speaking' thing, aren't you." the other villain deadpanned, pushing off of the piece of pillar. He stopped just a bit too close for comfort, and she stepped away to a comfortable distance to compensate. "I don't think she's been at this long, do you?" he said, addressing his partner before his eyes focused on hers. "Name's Fir, like the tree. Yours?" he asked, holding out his hand to shake.
"Shooting Star..." She replied, tentatively shaking his hand.
"My partner is Cipheres. It's nice to make your acquaintance. In the future, I look forward to fighting against you, though the most we'll probably doing is public power use and property damage." Fir explained, slowly turning upside down as he maintained his stoic facial expression. "Do you want to know our motives, or do you just want to fight?"
"I- I wouldn't mind... knowing? I- I'm sorry, I'm not normally at a loss for words, I was just expecting my first supervillain to be more... fight-y, murder, the world wronged me so I'm taking my anger issues out on you, bla bla, ya know?"
"Oh, I get it. That's kind of Cipheres' deal, I just want to show people that powers aren't something to be ignored or ashamed of." Fir quipped, and Cipheres shot him a small glare.
"Hey, I'm the one who suggested this, Fir, don't shut me out of this!" Cipheres exclaimed, striding over in quick, angry strides and poking his finger into Fir's chest.
Fir just rolled his eyes, brushing off the finger and giving Cipheres a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Ah, pardon me, are you two dating?" Shooting Star asked, looking between the two with uncertainty.
"Yeah, you got any problems with that?" Cipheres blurted, his left hand catching on fire.
Star didn't flinch. "No, not at all. I'm actually pan, so, like, you do you. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't seeing things."
"You are, just not that part of it."
Cipheres grinned, and then everything faded to black.
"What do you think, Fir, should we uncover her flesh-mask?" Cipher asked, standing over the slumbering form of Shooting Star sprawled on the rooftop.
Mason shuddered. "I still hate that you call faces that. I say we leave it be, if either of us know her, then daily life will get really awkward for us." He shrugged. "But hey, I don't have much control over your meatsack, so do whatever you want."
"I'm super dead." Cipher finished absentmindedly, turning her head as he inspected her face. "Let's leave it, it'll be more fun to find out without cheating like this. She's definitely familiar, so let's see if we can figure out the mystery!"
"It's definitely not Pyronica." Mason half-joked, pulling off one of his gloves and absentmindedly cleaning a fingernail.
"Let's get going, I wanna wake her up."
Mason shrugged. "Okay. I wonder if Mabel was woken up by the explosions..."
The two supervillains took off, and their new arch nemesis woke with a gasp.