Supercape Posted December 4, 2018 Author Share Posted December 4, 2018 GM And so... The Gas Man departed, muttering under his breath about back stabbers and people who stabbed backs. He wasn't a genius, but he was cunning enough to know when to cut his losses. Finnigan was marched off to special circusmtance jail, and both doctors and occultists went to studying him. He was a curious case, for sure - his danger seemed to lie in his infectious nature rather than strength. It was therefore deemed that regular prisons were not well suited to him. Instead, he was eventually handed over to the arcane heroes of Freedom City to set up what they could. He refused to be "Cured", for that would mean his death, and nobody was much inclined to do that. Instead, he rotted - literally rather than figutively - in the most humane cage they could conjure (again, literally conjure rather than figuratively) up. Trumble street continued to decay. It was not much improved by Finnigan's absence. Perhaps it was even a little worse. But at least the pick pocketing around that area dropped off considerably. But not completely. For there were still thieves around. With orange hair. And green hair. But Justice never sleeps! ~ Fin ~ Link to comment
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