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

The smallest of grunts escaped Volt's lips as Apogee hugged him back, the pain from his earlier exertions being thrown up in sharp relief as the strongest girl in America squeezed him round the ribs. He was tough, but he sure as hell wasn't [b]that[/b] tough! Still, he grit his teeth and took it, knowing that she needed this. He could feel her body heave as she sobbed, felt it start to abate after a few minutes, felt her arms still tight around him when she stopped crying. He still held her when she thanked him, as low intensity heat vision burned away the evidence of her crying. [i]Wid be useful if ye were watching the Notebook.[/i] 

Eventually she stepped away, Volt finally being able to breath in a deep breathe again as her python like grip slithered away. Even then there was a strange sensation to him, like somehow he's just lost something. [i]Damn, wonder what that is.[/i] Part of him knew what it was though, and just didn't want to admit it. Maybe that was why he was so quick to agree to accompany her away from here, wherever that might be. 

"Sure thing, ah could use some air maself. How bout ah meet ye in the entrance atrium in ten?" he answered, gesturing at the ruined tatters of his costume. He left then, making a quick pace to his personal room. One quick shower later and he was dressing in old jeans, a pair of hard working converse and a blue hoody. A cap was pulled down over the tangled mess of his hair. Lastly was his wrap around ray-ban sunglasses. He still had an identity to protect after all, a cap and sunglasses going a long way towards that end he had found. He left his costume dumped in the corner of the room, a problem for later, before shooting off to the Atrium. 

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

Morningstar didn't gloat or congratulate herself when Villa broke. There'd be time for that later. Now she had to get as much out of the villain as she could get. 

"I want everything, but lets start with the important stuff. Names, locations, hierarchy, who leads you, from where, how many assessts does Legion have, how many meta's. Lets hear what you got."

[i][u]Mr Joe Black[/i][/u]

"Find a place to pray for a bit!?! Well why the hell did you pick in the middle of my path!" growled Joe. Something about this guy made Joe feel funny. It was like there was a [i]pureness[/i] in the air around him, like all the smog and the pollution and the dirt of the city just couldn't corrupt the space around him. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, just strange. The longer Joe stood there the calmer he was feeling. The zombie pulled out his ciggies and lit up, momentarily forgetting to see Destiny, some strange feeling making him want to find out more about this hippy in front of him. 

"Who you supposed to be anyway? Radagast the Brown? Whats with the birds?"