[b][u]Hi-Voltage[/b][/u]

Several shattered punch bags lay testament to Apogee's current temperament i.e. not very bloody good. The gym wasn't empty by any estimation, but the occupants were sure trying to make it look like it was. [i]Good idea lads, leave tha lassie clearly struggling wi her emotions to her own devices, smashing things clearly being a healthy response post mission. Twats.[/i] That said he couldn't judge them to harshly, Apogee was one of the most powerful people on the planet, and if she threw a tantrum he doubted it would be a pretty sight. Still, he was constantly doing things he'd rather no, not like one more was gonna bother him overly much. 

He approached casually, trying no to show how much he was hurting, only now becoming aware of how un-presentably he was attired, costumed all a-tattered, torso bared to show off fine purple bruises and sweat matted chest hair, blood still drying into whatever material was left. There was a stale whiff of grey sweat in the air too, though if that was him or the usual scent of the gym he wasn't sure. He assumed his blonde hair was pretty dishevelled too, but that was hardly new. 

He stood a little to the side of the punching bag, coughing to announce his presence.

“Imagine ma surprise when ah wake up inna hossie bed an naebody has brang me any grapes! If ah wasn't sure ah was in Ahmerica before, ah sure ah'm now. Ye people have nae sense of decorum.” He smiled to show he was joking, that lopsided grin that made his usual sharp features look almost boyish. 

“How ye daeing lass?” 

[b][i]Morningstar[/b][/i]

You could cut the tension in the air between Morningstar and Vigilance with a knife, it would have to be a damn sharp one though, as it was thick enough to choke you. That said you'd have to be careful with a knife like that in this company, as either party would be liable to grab it from you with intentions of stabbing the other one. They could work together, just, but neither would be able to honestly say they enjoyed it. 

For all that Vigilance knew his stuff, having come to the same conclusions she had about how to deal with Villa. The Legionnaire was the type of person who thrived on conflict, and if they went at her head-on then she'd just dig her heels in and they'd end up with a fat pile of squat. No, they had to go at Villa at an angle, worm their way into her head and keep her second guessing herself and her erstwhile allies. 

“Right. You lead in there Vigilance, but be subtle about it. Let's let her own insecurities do our work for us, if she thinks Legion is gonna give her up then it sounds like she's the type to give them up first. I'll observe, and if I see a crack in her defence I'm gonna go for it, both barrels. Sound good?” She posed it as a question, but it was anything but. She was 'senior officer' in this investigation, so she was calling the shots.

[I][u]Mr Joe Black[/I][/u]

Thomas's aura was never a difficult one to locate. He was one of the most powerful mages in the Northern hemisphere, you just can't miss a signature like that. Joe was making a bee line for it, looking like he was in the detention facility, probably giving one of their recent prisoners the business, the thought of straight laced, white collared, perianal nice guy Thomas trying to put the fear into a rake of cracked-nut criminals so incredulous that it was enough to bring a rictus like grin to Joe's face. If he was paying more attention to were he was going he might not have triped over St Francis, knelt in the path with birds flying about him. 

Joe went a tumble over his arse, taking the Saint with him. The zombie was quick back on his feet, swatting a chirping bird outta his face as he did.

"What you doing in the middle of the walkway with yer eyes closed ya mook? I should kick yer nuts in!"