20 Dialogue Prompts Part 2

The Zion City Chronicles 1.2

summary:

In a world of super-powered beings, there are those that use their power for the wellbeing of all, as well as for the protection of justice, the heroes, and the ones that use them to enact despicable deeds, the villains.

Zion City has had its fair share of heroes and villains, all of them memorable in their own ways, but their current hero, one that goes by the name of Shadik, is, in all honesty, a disappointment.

Shadik, scorned by all, must protect Zion City with the help of her new, inexperienced partner while rebuilding her reputation, but something is brewing in Zion City’s shadows. Something evil.

Something that will bring everyone in Zion City down if they get in the way to its goal.

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Flashpoint ran after the thief, forgoing the use of any vehicle other than her sneaker covered feet. She dodged between the cars in Main Street as the thief cut through it in an attempt to get away from the masked woman.

She'd been lounging in the roof of the City Hall when she'd seen the three police cars in the small town of Swinford drive towards the east side of town. Towards the new jewellery store.

Flashpoint had run after the police cars, her thin sweatshirt, plastic gloves and leggings doing almost nothing to ward off the early autumn breeze, and had soon caught the thief's trail.

The thief had stolen some jewels, most probably to pawn in some shop afterwards or to sell them on the internet, but he wouldn't get the chance to do any of those things, not when Flashpoint was after him.

Flashpoint threw her hand in the thief's direction and after flexing her fingers, activated her power.

With her other hand, she threw a piece of glass towards the fleeing man and focusing all her energy in the action, expanded the glass.

The piece of glass stretched in a manner similar to that of taffy, looking like hot silicone, before growing long enough to wrap itself around the thief.

The strange glass solidified once again, losing its elastic quality as it created a glass cocoon around all of the thief's body, but sparing his head, Flashpoint was not a killer.

Flashpoint grinned. She'd finally mastered one aspect of her power after five months of work and this called for a celebration cupcake.

The police arrived a few minutes later to thank the hero, who had spent the small amount of time discussing with the thief if vegan cupcakes should not be considered cupcakes, and lock the thief up inside their police car so he could receive the necessary legal procedure.

Flashpoint high fived he policemen, who laughed at the young hero's enthusiasm at helping them save the jewels and disappeared into a public bathroom a few blocks away.

Flashpoint stashed her disguise into her backpack, along with the blue wig covering her brown hair, and made sure her bra strap wasn't showing through the yellow knit top she was wearing. Without anyone catching sight of the hero, Flashpoint left the bathroom and lazily strolled through the flower-lined sidewalks of the small town of Raybush, subtly walking east, towards home, and hopefully, dinner.

Flashpoint walked up to the white-painted townhouse, grinning at the way the leafy and flowery vines curled over the walls and around the windows, giving the entire house a bit of a fairytale vibe, and pushed the door open with her hip.

She pulled her sneakers off and put them beside the door, enjoying the feeling of the wooden floor underneath her bare feet, before skipping into the kitchen.

"Mom! I brought cupcakes from Mrs Sprinkle's!"

Flashpoint set the white cardboard box on top of the marble countertop in their kitchen when she caught sight of her mother, a petite woman very similar to her daughter, dressed in a nice house and pants.

This instantly confused Flashpoint, as her mother didn't dress up every day, and she wondered if she'd forgotten her parent's wedding anniversary, that is, until her mother smiled brightly at her and said, "Spencer, you've finally arrived! We've got some guests in the living room, so please put the cupcakes away, for I don't think you brought  enough!"

Flashpoint– Spencer nodded and moved the box into the pantry, her mind whirring in confusion. Who could it be? Her mother wouldn't be worried about the insufficient cupcakes if it was anyone they were close to, so then it was someone they didn't now.

But, who?

Spencer crossed her arms and drew her right thumb towards her mouth, meaning to start biting her fingernails, but quickly shook her hands away from herself.

She hesitantly left the kitchen and went into the living room, a bright, colourful room with many windows looking out into their lush backyard and several armchairs and a loveseat placed in front of the large couch. She settled into the armchair adjacent to the one her mother was sitting in and drew her gaze to the man sitting in the couch.

He was tall. 

And handsome. 

And twentyish years older than her. He wore a slim-fitting suit which complimented his slightly tanned skin tone and made his brown eyes look warmer.

He was flanked by two massive bodyguards standing just behind the couch, though he looked like he could deal with any threats by himself if the barely hidden muscles of his arms were any indication.

He was also telling her smiling mother about a scholarship thing she'd applied to.

Spencer had never done such thing.

"Thank you so much for receiving us in your home, Mrs Bray," the man said with a dazzling white smile that left Spencer's mom's cheeks dusted in pink. "I would really appreciate if you could give me a couple minutes with Spencer to tell her about some of the finer points of what the scholarship entails."

Excusing herself by saying that she would get some tea for the group, Mrs Bray left the group alone in the living room.

Through the dumbstruck haze of being before such a handsome man, Spencer regarded the entourage with the coldest stare she could muster in the presence of such a gorgeous male. "Who are you really?"

The man let a smug grin appear in his spotless face.

"They call me the Chancellor."

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(First)

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The supervillain sighs in frustration as he looks at the group of superheroes. “Alright raise your hands if you are adults?” he said. None of them did it. “This battle is canceled and tell your mayor we need to talk! today!” he said angrily.

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The most valuable chart…

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Prompt #33

When a character being held captive is chained in such a discomforting manner that sitting hurts them more then standing. The character is forced to stand utterly still to prevent the chains digging into them, but soon exhaustion takes hold of them. They are forced to sit.