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[color=dodgerblue]"Take me to (anywhere but) church."[/color]

[color=888888]— Justin[/color]

[hider=Status]19 | Male | Freelancer | The Noble Spark
Shock, Awe(some) | Fist, Fist | Arcane | Crosstalk
Resistor | Pretty lit
Voltaic Knight | Lightning | Reroute
EMPTY | Grounded
 [Paralysis (4)] [Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Pull (2), Blink (4), Transplace (8), shield (4), trail (0), Enhance (2), Bounce (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: B | SENTINEL: D | Max Mana [color=skyblue]750[/color]

[color=silver][Silver Projectile (9)][/color][color=yellow][Bounce (2)[/color]][color=white][If:Ally (0)][/color][color=skyblue][Shield (4)][/color] = [color=red]-126[/color]

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: D | Current Mana [color=skyblue]564[/color][/hider][/center]

If there was one thing Noble Spark learned from the failed attempt at a joint hunt with GEMINI, it was that Espers really did come in all shapes and sizes. Like goblin-sized, for example. So he wasn't too disappointed or surprised to hear this metallic man was yet another Esper like them. 

Noble Spark returned a bout of laughter after hearing Dead Head's name. [color=dodgerblue]"I suppose I'll have to settle for only being half right. A pleasure to meet you, my fashionable ally. I am Noble Spark, an ally for justice!"[/color] he puffed his chest out, proudly. [color=dodgerblue]"Knock away! You will hear no objections from me."[/color]

His chest deflated just a little when Sovereign appeared and he felt a hand on his shoulder. [color=dodgerblue]"I'm afraid I don't have it on me,"[/color] he softly shook his head. [color=dodgerblue]"The smallest bit of damage can affect the price, and ridealongs during Freelance work is not how you keep a comic in pristine condition!"[/color] he placed a heavy emphasis on the word 'smallest', having learned at an early age just how miniscule damage had to be to influence the value of a comic.

Whether that was agreeable or not, Dead Head proceeded to 'knock', causing the door the fly open and a gun to be pointed at them. Noble Spark quickly turned his attention to the red-headed being and took a defensive stance only for them to be the exact opposite of a threat to be defeated. 

[color=dodgerblue]"Ah,"[/color] his shoulders relaxed a bit when it was clear they were on the same side. [color=dodgerblue]"Suppose a 'knock' as loud as that would startle anyone. But now we can focus on our charge, who makes a great point!"[/color] Noble Spark did not seem to dwell on the close call they had with 'friendly' fire, instead opting to be satisfied that they'd grouped up with Cerberus. 

[color=dodgerblue][i]Is there a more heroic task than defending another? I think not![/i][/color]

Noble Spark was more than eager to engage in an escort quest, unlike many, so now that they'd been united this mission was finally beginning to for real. It was also why he didn't speak up, though he desperately hoped his constant smirk helped hide his rather immature excitement. But he might not have even needed to worry: the atmosphere of the group seemed pretty laid back, watching Sovereign greet Cerberus. He'd only had two interactions with the lady, but there were a lot fewer mentions of payment and favors (less, not absence) than his interactions, so he mentally made a note his gold-obsessed companion might have a soft spot for children. 

[color=dodgerblue][i]You know it's moments like these wh--[/i][/color]

Noble Spark's rather meta internal monologue was interrupted by exactly what he was thinking about. As a side door burst open and smoke and wooden debris started flying through the air, the previously relaxed atmosphere became tense for a moment, with armed construction workers wearing what might've been some kind of thermal goggles and a Nun doing their best impressions of the S.W.A.T members.

He raised his gloved hands to defend against the rain of splinters, hoping both his eyes and the glasses that rested on them would make it through unscathed. Then they postured to begin firing immediately, leaving them scarcely little time to think of their reactions. 

Thankfully, Noble Spark already knew what he needed to do. His impulse was to ensure Cerberus wasn't harmed, and so quickly flung his arm her way intending to cast a defensive melody, only to remember she was somewhat crowded and there was now a wall of smoke concealing her. He had no means to see her through the smoke, but having been watching Sovereign and her interact, unless they immediately repositioned, he figured he could still hit one of them by casting it where he last remembered seeing them, and so he zapped a bouncing projectile their way and hope it worked out. 

[color=dodgerblue]"Doubt they're intending on aiming much, take cover not concealment!"[/color] he warned the rest of the Freelancers, hoping they understood what he meant by it as he most certainly didn't have the time to elaborate right now.

Then, he scrambled to take duck behind the frame of the church doors himself as a hail of gunfire and flames descended their way, which he hopefully wasn't hit by. He knew he wasn't exactly following his own advice, but it was the best he could do on the spot. For the time being, he was oblivious to the gruesome scene that had unfolded on the other end of the smoke as the cacophony of small arms fire drowned out any conversations over there.