[So I lost the original writing, as I was researching abilities so it will be a little scuffed]
Mark felt drained, a soul deep kind of satisfaction only men could understand.
However the threat of Homelander wasn't something he could ignore.
He could only reluctantly pull out and sigh. Thankfully he tired her out, a 2 hour mid movie, 4 hours shopping and 40 minutes eating and then 6 hours fucking.
Mark traced her graceful curves and sighed. Do what you must, safety comes first. Mark couldn't be completely reckless, now possessing a partner.
Mark pulled on his shirt and started the pull.
Silver
[Great Heavy Soul Arrow-Ability/Uncommon]
Description-Draw energy from your life and soul and shape it as a weapon. This is a more refined and potent version of the Soul Arrow, which forms an arrow-like projectile that can curve in the air towards targets. As the origin of the arrow is linked to the soul, its power scales with the might of one's soul in addition to their energy levels.
Mark smirked before his face twisted at the main pull.
Gold
[Hentai Logic-Trait/Elite]
Description-Apparently this world runs on Hentai Logic, objects revolving around you are far more perverted and people's logic is slightly skewed. You chances of getting laid are directly multiplied should their be an opportunity.
The fuck is this? Mark couldn't believe what he was seeing. He feels personally attacked and suddenly a terrifying thought occurred.
Would he be hate raped by Homelander?
He slightly stiffened, no he is not going to be dominated by his baser instincts. He slipped his pants on and left.
He was killing time exploring given Japan was merely 58 jumps and 57 pit stops away.
Covering 100 miles more or less made everything far too close.
He stopped by bar, got buzzed and stumbled his way to California.
The sights passed him by as he passed through. Mark paused, hearing something. What kind of party is that loud?
He teleported,tripped and gradually made his way over there. Wow that's a big house, a manor even. His drunken eyes stopped on a car before sobering up just enough to recognize what he was seeing.
No fucking way.
Mark couldn't help but laugh, it was a thief's dream. A thought of seeing one of the world's rarest collections and wanting it. Not for using but simple the idea of taking it.
Sorry guys. I gotta put some dirt in your eyes.
He that reluctantly however his eyes were shining with joyful mischief.
4 people in the vehicle,just enough room to hop in and send them, fuck where do I send them? Golf park ,it is?
He slightly sped up his pace before hopping and taking a seated position. His figure vanished and instantly reappeared. He directly leaned forward and grabbed the front passenger's and vanishing.
He reappeared and stumbled in the grass before vanishing. He scared the lights out of them taking a punch to the face as he reappeared in a golf course.
He reappeared by the car touching his face in mild annoyance. Guess I deserved that.
At Los Angeles, Red Oak Golf Course
a certain group was freaking out.
Nathaniel Wallen's first thought wasn't his sister but rather his phone. His heart was racing as he frantically searched his pocket and then the grass.
Gone. Nathaniel was trembling in rage and anxiety. 1 Billion Dollars worth of BitCoin were stored on that cheap fucking phone. His heart was racing faster than it ever had been in his life.
Stacy McCaw was holding her right breast wincing but that wasn't the priority. Her face was pale at the mere thought of her grandfather learning she lost the car. This was something that her grandfather had only recently gave her permission to drive.
Gabriel Wallon was fainted and Henry Johnathon McCaw was already calling his sister while holding Gabriel. He cursed slightly regretting his punch, he should have grabbed his throat.
Mark was hugging the car like it was a lost puppy. Reason being it was a Ferrari 250 GTO, something only his father had took a picture of from afar.
He thought about stealing a large shipping container to store it, but then realized why should he? There are no birds to ruin it.
He vanished searching for a perfect spot before placing the car in its new home.
Mark then painfully walked away to make his way to Japan. He stopped by bar again and travelled like a mad drunken ghost until he saw the red light district. He made his way to the roof and past out.