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Black Fall, Act One: Peace, Perfect Peace
[ IC | OOC | Character Deposit ]
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Saturday, December 4th, 2015. 12: 31 PM

Winter has come. Black Fall was coated in a white, sparkly, blanket of snow. It was well shoveled, it was kept off the streets of the city. The sidewalks, aside from some stuck pieces, were all clear and perfectly walk able. However, no one could escape the chilly winter winds. However, at the moment, there were small flurries of snow dropping, with signs that it's only going to pick up. It's morning time here in the city, daylight savings means the night comes quicker. It's recommended that everyone puts on a scarf or a jacket. However, this particular night was the night a special event was supposed to take place. The annual Black Fall Christmas fair. Hosted in Arcadia Heights, holiday festives, vendor stands, boats, and much more will be placed in Arcadia Heights for a night of fun and joy.

It starts later.
Deborah Lillian Javuant.


"Breaking news, at Winchester Peak..." The Tv displayed a young brunette News Reporter. She stood in front of what appeared to be Winchester Peak - The Gold Reserve, a large monument of concrete, built like a fortress, anyone who lived in Black Fall should know what this place. "... NEST Operatives have confronted and apprehended the notorious bank robber known as Frost Beast." As she spoke, footage (Angled from the side) of of NEST officers, dressed in black armor (Padded, with helmets with visors), and wielding assault rifles similar in appearance to scoped HK 16 Rifles - but any savvy gun user will notice that they were custom made. These officers stood side by side in the street, and quickly aimed their rifles. The angle changed to behind them, and showed the raw footage of their target: The Frost Beast. He stood unnaturally tall and his power had mutated him to the point where he looked more like an iceberg than a man. Icy-blue skin, a spire out of his back which looked like a mountain, hunched over, and wore tattered clothes. The man ran towards NEST officers before him, creating a mace out of his hand. At this point however, the agents had opened fire, not with bullets, but with a hail of darts. A hail of darts hit every critical area - it was quickly suggested these darts were taser darts, but anyone who lived in Black Fall would note that they were firing a combination of taser, and power suppressant, darts. He wrapped his arms around his face, but his skin began turning normal. The mace dropped off his hand, and the Agents pushed in. Pumping him full of more and more darts, until he fell face forward onto the concrete of the street.

They all rushed in, holding power suppressant cuffs, and they placed them on Frost Beast's wrist. The footage stopped there, and went back to the reporter, with the van (Which was reinforced to the point where it looked like a tank) in the foreground. "Erik Wall, also known as Frost Beast, was known for attacking banks all over the East Coast. NEST has been tracking him for weeks now, until they cornered him here in Black Fall. It is just another stunning victory in the name of NEST." By the time she was finished speaking, Frost Beast was rolled into the distance, with the rest of the agents packing up and leaving. The report looked behind her, and turned back to the camera man. "I am Molly Schuler, and now to sports...."


As the news played on TV, Deborah Javuant was simply enjoying home alone. Ahhhh... With her annoying little siblings out of the house (Doing what was the question) for a little while, Deborah was free to be the little bird she was meant to be. Wearing nothing but a blue and white flannel shirt and some red underwear - well, she is alone, after all - she flopped onto her bed, back first, with a container of Ben and Jerry's (Red Velvet cake flavored!). On impact did a slight bounce, and rolled from her back all the way to her stomach. She was facing the Tv, and watched the news report just as it started. Her hand clenched onto the top of the ice cream, and it was yanked off a second later. She rested it on the bed next to her, as she grabbed the spoon, dug it in, and scooped out a spoonful of ice cream. With a gentle hand, it was maneuvered over to her lips, slid through them, and her tongue wrestled the ice cream from the spoon. "Yum." Deborah said to herself with a smile as she savored the flavor (That rhymes!). What caused her to smile again was what was on the news. Ooooh, another victory for the NEST. While some of their agents were... overzealous, the organization as a whole was necessary. Just like everything was, each in their own little ways. It would be absolute anarchy if they weren't around - gangs would be running amok, monsters would be eating babies! Okay, okay, she knew that sounded a little over dramatic, but there was a point behind the organization. Things could be worse. They could be hunting down Metas.

Regardless of her sentiments on the NEST organization, Deborah kept watching, until it was over - once it did, she had to admittedly say that she lost interest in the news. Well, sports, like soccer, were fun, but she didn't want to hear about a bunch of sweaty primadonnas and their stupid little problems. Deborah smirked again as she looked out the window - another beautiful of white snow fell to coat the layer that had melted the day before. The snow brought out a feeling of bliss like no other within Deborah. She just had to share it. Her keen eyes scanned the room again, until they eyed what she was she's looking for, her cellphone, on the nightstand next to her bed. Deborah's body rolled over again, and once she was on her stomach again, she reached over for her phone (An older model of the iPhone). Deborah reached out with both hands, and pulled the charging cord out. She reoriented herself so that she was on her back, her eyes were glued to her screen. She figured that it was appropriate to send a text message to her one and only, Shannon Balore. Her thumbs moved like a blur, spelling out the message:

Heeeeey, Silkworm, been thinkin' about you. Hope you doing good because I'm going to show you a good time at the fair later, ya' dig? We'll meet up there.

Feeling a little naughty, she got off the bed, and stood straight up. She angled the phone downwards at just the angle that it would give any cameras a full view of her body. But with her other hand, she pressed it against her stomach, on top of her shirt, and slid her shirt upwards. Exposing her chiseled abs for the camera! She pressed the camera button, and a bright flash indicated that the picture was taken. She quickly pressed the button, and viewed. And hot damn she looked good - her muscular figure was on full display in this picture. A little slutty, but this was for Shannon's eyes only. With a naughty smirk, she sent the text message and the selfie. Deborah pressed the button in the corner and the screen locked. She felt like she was forgetting something... Oh, yeah, the fair! She needed to get ready... and find her two troublesome little siblings and kick their little asses if they did anything stupid. She looked down briefly. Cannot go to the fair looking like this, can she? While she looked good in the naughty pictures, she had to get dressed up. Well, she didn't have to worry too much about taking off clothes, more of putting on new ones. Her hands grabbed the cold metal buttons on the bottom of the flannel shirt and unbuttoned it, quickly working her way up to the top until her top was off. Revealing her bra that matched her underwear to... no one, really (Unless she wants to take another picture). She let her top drop onto the floor, she'll get that later. Deborah walked over to her dresser and picked out a nice outfit for herself.

It might seem silly, but Deborah had picked out another flannel shirt - this one was red with a black square pattern. Before she even considered putting that on, she grabbed a plain V-neck black T-shirt with a strong grip and put it on, one arm at a time. She then grabbed the flannel shirt and stuck one arm into one hole, and another in the other. She didn't button it up, instead she left it open and hanging, showing her under-shirt to the world. Next up were some light-blue jeans that had some tear around the knees, she grabbed them by the side, stuck her feet into the legs, and pulled them up her long legs up to her waist. Deborah buttoned it up, and slid her belt on. Last up was her boots, a pair of black combat boots that have the wear and tear that boots that get used a lot would. One foot at a top, she slid her feet into these boots, before she bent over, her field of vision was consumed by these boots. She grabbed onto them, and tied them together quite tightly.

Now, wasn't she good looking? Deborah took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. She smiled. Now, time to find Jago and Newt...

They were probably in that dingy-behind roller rink. Deborah rolled her eyes. If the two of them weren't superhuman, she'd be worried about that place crashing down on them. But, she's more concerned about some crackheads rolling up in there or the police grabbing them for trespassing. She sighed quietly. Time to go. Her entire body turned out the door, and she began walking through the hallways of her house. She made it to the stairs, and her eyes wandered towards the coat rack. It was probably for the best that she put on a jacket or something too. Good news is that she has a black padded winter jacket. She grabbed it, and put it on. She grabbed her purse and she opened the door and was assaulted by the winter breeze. Light snow fall filled her vision, and she looked around. She lived in the suburbs, pressed between one house and another. She had the pleasure of living in a single house, with a moderately sized yard. Her house was fenced off, and Deborah merely pushed the gate open with her body lower body, put her hand on the gate and gently closed it. Deborah's car was present. A white Mazda 3. Presented right before her. Usually there'd be a Grand Caravan but that was used by her parents. Deborah walked to the car door - as she proceeded, she pulled out the keys to her car and pressed the unlock button on the remote and the doors snapped unlocked - and opened the door, sliding her way inside. With one movement she placed her keys in the ignition and the engine revved on. She grabbed onto the gear shift, and pulled it up until it was on drive. She pressed onto the gas pedal and pulled out of the parking space.

Maybe she'll stop by the Mean Bean Machine and get some coffee...
Jago, & Aisha "Newt" Javuant.


"Yo', you ready?" Jago asked.

"You betcha!"

"Good, let's kick these assholes to the curb."

Both Newt and Jago were crawling on the roof of their hangout, the Nine Fountains Skating Rink. An abandoned spot that the twins have called their hangout. It wasn't in too awful of a shape. A large building with a curved round roof, with a brink foundation. It was surrounded by vegetation that was growing into the boarded up windows of the building. Everything within sight of the building was covered in snow, that's mostly because there's no one to shovel it all up. The twins continued crawling on their stomachs to the edge of the building. Where they looked down at the people - oh, no, their targets - in the vast, but abandoned, parking lot. See, Jago and Newt claimed this place as theirs ages ago. But, no. Kids just had to keep coming around here - their part! - for no reason other than to make themselves look cool. Pttf. They got a million other places to do that. Like in their parent's basement snorting glue. Even as the twins looked down on them, they had no idea how wrong they are. After getting a good look at 'em - five of them, various heights and weights, all white - Jago realized that these were the same kids they chased away last week. Man, when will kids learn?

That's why God made the Javuant twins. To teach these losers who's the boss. Jago raised both his hands and they took a dark-purple glow - like an aura. Chunks of snow lifted up from the roof - boy! Wasn't there a lot of snow up here? It was until almost every drop of snow around him was floated. He snapped both his fingers and they were all shaped into snow balls. And these weren't the normal snowballs made by hand. These were perfectly shaped orbs. At least a few dozen. And that's all Jago needed. He moved his glowing hand downwards towards Newt and a few orbs of snow landed near her in a perfect of five. That's all she needed actually. The twin's eyes met as Jago smirked. He raised his hands higher up into the air as he got up to his feet, and the orbs of snow he had created did the same. He pulled his hands back far as his arms would allow and - well, let's just say this where the fun began! Jago has been reading up on his history lately, and came up with a neat new strategy based off what those archers do. They fill the goddamn sky with arrows. While the days of swinging axes and swords are over, the days of magic powers have just begun baby! Jago filled the sky - not with arrows, but with goddamn snowballs. To say the least, the results were impressive.

"Stay the hell off our shit!" Jago shouted as they realized what they were dealing with. Each of them turned around and looked up - only to realize it was way too late. The snowball storm had just begun. They were absolutely bombarded with snowballs. The first kid was hit square in the face in fact! They covered themselves, they ran, they cowered. All while Jago was laughing like a madman on the roof with his hands on his sides. He even threw his head back, letting those dreadlocks hang.

While Jago was the archer who filled the sky, Newt was the precise sniper that delivered the killing blow. These kids were running, and she had to hammer in the message! She bent over and snatched a snowball. With precision, she threw the snowball with just enough speed and force to cause it to flatten on impact with one of the kid's (who was dumb enough to look back) faces. Using her speed she quickly grabbed another snowball and threw it at the other brat. It nailed him right in his back at high speeds. For a moment, Newt thought about putting a rock in the next. But that wouldn't be right now would it? She bent over again and grabbed two snowballs and by the time she was back to her upright position, she had already tossed the snow balls at the other two kids. Her aiming was simply so precise that she was able to hit them both at. Unfortunately, she reached for the last snowball and saw that the last kid had fled out of sight. Newt merely grinned as she dropped the last snowball.

"And stay the fuck out!" Newt loudly shouted, her voice echoed through the surrounding area. These  fuckers better get the message. Or else the Javuants will start getting violent. Probably will start throwing rocks instead of snow balls next time. Well, it says the least that they were fiercely defensive of what's theirs. Because once summer hits, teenagers are going to inhabit this place like fucking cockroaches. So they better have fun while it lasted... speaking of fun. They better use this place. And Newt had the perfect idea. "Yo," Newt started, "Wanna play pokemon?" She asked.

"Hehehehe... With those motherfuckers gone, why not?" Jago grinned as he crossed his arms. But the thought dawned on him... he took step a step towards the edge of the roof and looked down. Phew... that's one hell of a drop. Not something that they can't take! They're fucking superhuman.   He turned his head back towards Newt, and asked, "Want me to get us down?"

Idly shrugging, Newt answered, "Nah, I'll climb this time." She didn't say a single thing to Jago as she ran over to the other side of the roof - the one that wasn't visible from the street. She squatted down, and turned around, using what grip she had to clench the edge of the building. She lowered everything below her waist down, and slapped her hands against the wall. She slowly began climbing down, her hangs were clinging to the wall with her power. Because she was wearing these boots, she couldn't make her feet cling to the wall either. Newt sighed as she wrestled her legs, she put her boot on top of the opposite one, and pushed it off one boot, and doing the same to her other foot using her now liberated foot. Both of the boots fell down through the sand. The girl smiled as the boots landed in the snow - eh, nothing bad would happen to them, she would just pick them up and put them back on. But now her feet were free too. Newt pressed them against the wall and they clung. She climbed down by taking her hands and feet off the wall, and pressing them right back. She repeated this process until she was down on the ground. She quickly grabbed her boots, put them back on as she saw Jago's shadow descend right next to her.

Jago on the other hand simply jumped off the building. A dark-purple aura surrounded himself as he lowered himself down the classy way. No climbing or falling for him. Nope, he'll just fly down. These other scrubs can struggle all they want with falling three stories. He walked next to his sister with heavy steps. Jago looked around the rink... looking for that certain entrance. Ah, there it is, there it is, there it is... a boarded up window from one look. With a thought, it was surrounded in a dark-purple glow and pulled aside. And now it's the entrance into the twin's evil lair. Newt was the first to step inside, pulled the wooden boards aside, followed by Jago who put the wood back.

Inside the roller rink... it was dark, desolate, dirty. Probably what happens when you leave a place alone for a few weeks. No power meant no lights. Fortunately the twins have a way around that, with Newt having night vision, and Jago having a light bringing ability. Jago pointed his hand forward and a dark-purple light shined brightly ahead of himself, giving him enough light to see with. The roller rink was a big building. It had to be made specifically to hold a lot of people at a time. A large square room, with a wooden floor, which would be polished for roller skating - off to side was the entrance and a few seats and tables. There was a shelf where all the roller skates were held in front of a counter. There are a few rooms in the back, like a kitchen, and a bathroom. Man, back in the day, this place was great! Newt and Jago loved it. But then they just closed their doors. Thankfully, it's getting the activity it deserves!

Newt and Jago quickly ran to the center of the roller rink and pulled out their 3DSs (Jago's being black, and Newt's being blue). They booted up Pokemon, they had different versions of the game. Omega Ruby for Jago. Alpha Sapphire for Newt. They played a match. That was the most intense match ever. Which will not be described since Mr Allen J knows jack shit about Pokemon. Deal with it, scrubs.

"I win!" Newt jumped up to her feet and clenched her fists in the air like a triumphant pose. She even bared a toothy grin. Because beating Jago's ass at anything - even the small and stupid shit! - was just glorious. Her eyes went towards him - and yeah, he was pretty salty about the loss.

Just another day in the city of Greed and Godhood... Circling two of it's many demihumans.
Carmen "Lily" Santo.


So this is Black Fall, huh? Lily kinda imagined it being a little smaller.

Even from this perspective, this far away, the place was huge. A car whirled by her fast, followed by another. Lily brushed a strand of hair out of her way as her eyes wandered to the right, the busy highway towards the city. Between her and the street was the guardrail, and many cars were driving by. The snow was crushed underneath her boots as she walked on the grass, dragging a red wheeled luggage bag behind her. She left a conspicuous trail behind her, a line and boot prints. Lily's feet were sore, but she still had a long way to go before... well, she didn't know honestly. Black Fall was the last place she was trying to go, being the city of freaks after all, but she went from place to place like a lonely soul. After awhile, every city was the same to her. Just another location with a name. That's all. Hopefully she'll find herself a place to sleep, somewhere that isn't an alleyway or under a bridge. A bed, a warm shower, and a meal. Lily smiled briefly, before her face turned back into a scowl. Yeah, it was for the best that she didn't fill her head with optimism. Best case scenario, she'd stay in an abandoned building until the cops tossed her out. Back on subject, Lily was walking alongside this road towards... Westgate? She believed. Lily dug into the pocket of her black hoodie, with a skull symbol on the back, and pulled out a map of Black Fall, one that she got out of a rest stop.

As she stepped, she unfolded it and gave it a good look. "Welcome to the city of Joy!" was written on the top of the map. She rolled her eyes... Westgate, yeah, where most of the roads in and out of the city were. Going off perspective, she was heading right towards it. She didn't know this city that well, so she was going to head straight there - maybe if they're not a bunch of racist putas they wouldn't immediately throw her out. Well, she wasn't exactly dressed to impress, she had to note. Other than the hoodie, she was wearing dirty, ripped, jeans, and black combat boots. Topped off by her gloves, she will never take these off. They were important. Lily let out a gentle sigh as she continued forward.

Her journey into Black Fall was complete, after a lot of walking. The new city environment was a change of pace from the highway roads and woods she had become accustomed to the last few days. This city was not so different from other cities, really. It had neighborhoods, people, roads, stores... and people. People living their lives as if they weren't a curse. Lily once again sighed and pressed on. She appeared to be in a heavily residential area. There were row houses, twin houses, and just houses as far as the eye can see.... and no where she could even think of staying. Just keep looking, Lily, somewhere will pop up eventually... That's what she keeps telling herself. The more she walked, the lonelier the whole road became.

But an intersection caught Lily's eye... She sensed a Meta-human nearby. She walked over to the street, and right down the street she saw a large black truck, a jet-black Humvee with NEST written on the sides in white. Extremely armored, it looked like one of hell of a bruiser. Behind it was what appeared to be a SWAT truck, the same color as the Humvee, jet-black, and had NEST written on the side... Both of which were parked next to the sidewalk. An interesting scene caught Lily's eye. Two armored men, definitely NEST Agents, standing side-by-side with their vehicles behind them, rifles in hand. An intimidating presence, instead. But there were more. There were two men, not wearing NEST armor, but instead black leather coats. Going for that real detective feel, she thought. Well, NEST does employ detectives. One man was tall, had to be in his mid-twenties, Caucasian, had black hair and a stubble, his facial expressions gave Lily the impression that he was bored, apathetic... she was surprised to see a lit cigarette hanging between his lips. The other man was a shorter African-American fellow with a bald head, a more stern and nonsense demeanor, and a cigarette.

The men weren't what was interesting to her, but what they were doing. They were talking to an older Hispanic woman (Almost old as my grandma), wearing nothing but a modest green nightgown, and round glasses. And a small boy, had to thirteen or fourteen, definitely her grandchild. Lily just saw the resemblance... and the fact that the woman was screaming about how the child was her grandchild. Lily was interested, but she didn't want to get too close. There was a small crowd amassed, so she merely weaseled her way through the crowd until she was front and center. Her eyes perked up once another Meta-human entered her range, and she could sense them. She took a step back and looked for them... but couldn't see them in the crowd. Didn't matter, she knew exactly where they were. Though, she sunk back into the crowd enough that she'd standout less - but she could hear it just fine.

"Please don't take my grandson! He didn't do anything wrong!" The woman shouted, her Spanish accent was very thick.

"Ma'am, calm down" The African-American Agent said, putting his hands out as a gesture to calm down. "We have video evidence of him assaulting several NEST Agents."

"But he was with me the whole time! He didn't attack anyone! You made a mistake!" The woman pulled the child closer to herself. Lily kept watching intently, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the woman and child. Having such a power at a age must have been hard... and Lily knows it.

"Sorry, Ma'am, I really wish it was different, but I have orders." This was the moment of truth, Lily noted, since the African-American Man walked in and grabbed the boy by his arms - while his silent partner came up from behind and bear-hugged the woman, keeping her still as she loudly shouted and thrashed around, trying to get free. Her grandson was quiet, dead-eyed, but Lily could tell that he didn't like the position he was in. He just knows to hold it in (That means this isn't the first time...). The Agent pulled out an object, right out of his coat, Lily was familiar with it. It was a metal collar - a power suppressant - and it was shortly placed around the boy's neck. The boy was then carted into the back of the .

Fucking NEST bastards. They call themselves protecting the people?! Bullshit. Lily balled her fists, and was just about ready to say something - because, oh boy, she didn't stand by for injustice like this. It might have been her general hatred of the NEST organization in general, mostly because she knew they were a bunch of corrupt motherfuckers. They screwed over her friends before in the past, and damn, they're doing it to everyone. Lily took a step forward, releasing her grip on her luggage bag. Lily was about to shout, "Lea-" ... And next thing she knows, she's stumbling forward. Someone bumped into her - that Meta-human she sensed bumped into her. What the hell?! She was about to fight the power and probably get exposed... yeah, that wasn't the best plan now that she thought about it. But before she could become one with the concrete, the same person latched onto her forearm, and pulled her back up.

"Oh, sorry about that, darling!" The woman said in a very cheery voice. She had pulled Lily back to her feet - and almost instantly, Lily turned around and examined the woman. Though, Lily had a lot to look at since the woman was tall, ridiculously tall, at least a good foot over Lily. Other than that, the woman had brushed burgundy hair, glasses, and dressed very modestly... like a teacher... only far away from any schools (As far as she could tell). A turtleneck, and an ankle-length skirt. This woman was... Lily didn't know what to think of her.

All she did was take a sidestep towards her luggage bag and grab onto the handle - before anyone was able to deprive her of what little she has left. Lily looked up at the woman, and brushed another strand of hair aside. "It's... okay, Miss..." Before she could continue, the woman cut her off.

"Megan. Megan Jervious, darling! Nice to meet you!" Megan yipped. Okay, Megan was certain cheery type. Okay, okay, maybe.... uh, she could score a night's rest off this woman. She didn't want to shoot so high, but she was going to have hope here. Still, the woman looked at Lily from top to bottom - Lily noticed as her eyes, well, went from to top to bottom. "You look new around here, are you?" Megan said.

Well, Lily is dressed no differently than any other teenager around these parts, but maybe it was the... she didn't know. This woman was kinda strange. Lily was going to ask how Megan knew that Lily was new here. But formalities first. "Yeah, I'm Lily, and, yeah, I'm new around these parts, just arrived in town today..." She looked away briefly, scratching the back of her neck.

"Lily," Megan narrowed her eyes at Lily, and smirked. "That's a nice name, darling! And if you're new around town, you came at the right time; Christmas Fair is tonight!" The woman jumped spastic-ally, and made Lily take a step or two back. Megan took a step back herself, and put a finger on her chin, looking around, and continued, "It'll be fun! It's in Arcadia Heights, it'll have rides, food, drinks, and boat rides! You'll love it! Best of all, I'll be there!"

Um, Lily was the type who strayed away from such festivals... Mostly because they were pretty dangerous. What with all the Meta-humans, all it took was one slip up and someone will get overcharged and a goddamn massacre would happen... Or maybe she's just worrying herself and enjoy the place. "Um, I'm going to be a little busy, but I'll see about it..." She shifted her weight to one side, and wrapped one arm across her chest, grabbing her other forearm.

"Excellent! If you come, find me." Megan turned around and waved goodbye to Lily with nothing but her fingers. "Alright, I have stuff to do, sweetie, I'll see you at the fair...." Megan walked off.

Megan was a strange woman indeed, but Lily had to find it warming. She just couldn't stop herself from smiling. Maybe the world wasn't so devoid and hopeless, at least with people that are so nice to complete strangers. But, she felt something strange in the pocket of her jeans... Like, she got the feeling something was in there that wasn't there before. Of course, she reached inside and pulled it out... a roll of twenties, had to be at least three-hundred dollars, and a... strange vial. She didn't know what it was, it was small, but it's contents were glowing bright green... more importantly the contents resonated with Lily. It was the Meta-human energy. What the hell is this? Megan had to have put this stuff in her pockets, there's just no other way. Lily found herself standing there, looking in he direction that Megan left, this strange glowing vial in the palm of her hand. Was it meant for her...?

... Maybe she'll go to the fair after all.
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Harmon Rottlage
It’s reticent.

It lies in the sun and moon and stars.

It watches us and pretends to be a god or gods.

It’s always there.

Do we l͜ov̡e̸ it?

Or do ̷we̷ f͘e͡a̢r ͞ít̡?

Cold.

It is all cold. Far too so.

Cold, enveloping a mass. A great and powerful mass covered in vestigial tendrils, becoming dark and withering, their stems crumbling and falling into an unseen abyss that emanates from below. But is the cold that causes the withering? Or something else? Something greater, something… something that watches. Constricts.

Kills.

Harmon hears the sounds. Through the people. Through their devices. Friends calling friends to talk about the withering. Children calling their parents, begging them to come back home. They all talk about menial things, with the bids for safety and comfort peppered in between the chatter. He doesn’t understand half of it, the other half he pictures so vividly in his head that it spits fire on his nonexistent eyes. The burn teaches him – how far he can walk in the scape of connectivity before he must away from that beautiful, wretched place. He is thankful for the burn, and his fear of it lulls him to sleep every night, fending off the twin colds outside. But the burn is not a twofold cloak. For the tangible realm, the walkabout place… he carries a wool blanket. Wraps it around himself.

It’s snowing today. On the ground. In his head. The two stark visages are separated by a line of static, metal, and flesh.

Passersby do not see the scared, frail thing underneath the torn shroud. They see a hapless, destitute runaway scrounging through trash bins and abandoned buildings. They don’t see him, but he sees them. All of them, through the most inconspicuous little device tucked between the fabrics, in his spindly fingers. It is not always the same device – a regular camera, an old phone, it changes every day. He notices, but at the same time, he really doesn’t.

Every now and then, he walks by a closed-off establishment, and he can see through the security cameras inside with what little energy they still possess. Often, he sees nothing. Other times, he sees dead folks, in varying states of decay.

Harmon’s walking along the sidewalk by The Devil’s Advocate now. He doesn’t turn his handheld vision towards the patrons inside, those string-less shadow puppets and ne’er-do-wells. One of them looks out the window, half-paying attention to him, eyeing a woman across the street instead. Harmon sees the monochromatic spectrum humming silently in his tucked away phone. Messages to and from friends and acquaintances, all very fetid with ill will.

Darrows is gone. NEST got to him. I’m out.


All the words and sentences and paragraphs mean so many things but Harmon can never put them all together. He just forgets them two or three steps later. He just forgot who Darrows is, but that other word. NEST. NEST. NEST…

“Nestnestnestnestnestnest-“

Harmon mutters the word over and over under his breath for a moment. He stops the moment he passes by a trash can, filled to the brim. It looks freshly packed, not much snow on the lid. He walks over to it, gently takes off the lid and tosses it aside, tears open the bag and picks through it, bits and pieces of discarded food filling up the space between his hands. He brings them to his cracked, bloody lips and grates the nourishing filth into his mouth with his rotten teeth. It was sickening, but not to him. Did he get sick? He forgot, didn’t he? He forgets how to cough and his lungs vibrate as he makes a low, retching sound. He stops, and then he continues to eat. Moments pass before he finds nothing else on the top the pile. He attempts to dig through the trash but it tips over, and he has no idea. The noise it makes upon impact frightens him, and he runs back to the sidewalk. He brushes past a man holding his phone, texting someone. Harmon sees the words and he’s yards away from him.

Are we gonna do this festival thing?

r u kidding? No fucking way with all the metas gonna be there

It’s not really that dangerous, is it?

It fucking is and im not going. I hope nest goes in and wrecks the whole thing before some meta starts shit

Maybe you’re right. Should we do something else around then?

Being out when the thing is happening is bad news just stay home

Will you come over?

No im locking myself in when it starts. You should to


Harmon stops for a moment. Was there a festival? There was a festival, wasn’t there? There was… will be? He… The words danced around in his head, fumbling, falling over the edges, tripping on the metal. Is there going to be a festival? He never went to it before. It was always in another place. It could have been in another universe as far as he was concerned. He would never go. Was there ever a festival? Festivals are always so full of people. A festival in Black Fall would be full of meta-humans. So many meta-humans meant NEST would be keeping a tight hold on them. NEST would be at the festival. NEST would…

Is there a festival happening later?

Harmon is still standing there, thinking about the festival, about NEST. The loop runs around and around in his head until he hears a crash in the distance, followed by screams and gunfire. Is it NEST? Is it a gang? Is it... is it NEST? He doesn't ask the questions. He runs, his feet kicking up snow, more and more words pouring in and out of his head. It shifts back and forth from deadly, hate-filled whispers to loving shrieks and shouts.

He runs for home.

It’s so cold.
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Holly Gabrielle Baless

It was a beautiful wintry day-most wintry days were, of course, as they were drawing close to Christmas. Having already knocked a large chunk of her shopping out of the way-let alone decked the halls with holly (how apt), wreathes, and lights, one could very accurately say Holly was positively brimming with the Christmas spirit. Being too old to enjoy the myth of Santa Claus any longer, she took it upon herself to find Christmas magic wherever she could-and she was certainly finding it. Bundled up in a plush, puffy pink jacket and a scarf-and, of course, a Santa hat to keep her ears warm and festive, Holly set out to...

Hm. What was she going out to do? She had no real plans today. There was the Christmas Fair later, which would certainly be delightful, but she had a few hours to spare until then. Hours! Whole hours of free time. Holly was rather unaccustomed to this-the majority of her time was usually spent either at a desk studying or doing some project somewhere-soup kitchens, youth groups, any number of altruistic endeavors. She overtaxed herself pretty regularly, but it never seemed to really to get to her. Holly was one of the most annoying types of people in existence: an unshakable optimist.

Whistling "Jingle Bells", she walked down the street, a wide, beaming smile greeting everyone she passed. More than a few curious stares were thrown her way, as the residents of Black Fall weren't typically used to such...pep...but it didn't rattle Holly. Hm. There were any number of shops and stores she could go into, true, but Holly had burned through most of this month's allowance already (there were so many presents to be bought!) and, while she was sure her lovely parents would give her more if she needed it, she didn't think it prudent. Christmas was around the corner-she could wait. Holly's spirit was shaken a bit when she saw the NEST takedown site-men in horrible black armor, toting around rifles plain as day and dragging people off into trucks. Holly pursed her lips and shook her head disapprovingly. What drove people to do such things? Was there really any amount of money in a bank vault that was worth it? Or any high that was that enjoyable? Holly could not fathom the thought processes of men like the ones they were dragging into the back of the NEST van, and that was okay with her. To Holly, there was only one type of riches she was interested in acquiring it, and it couldn't be found in any bank.

A brisk chill cut through Holly's many layers of jackets-despite her best efforts to bundle up, she was a small-framed girl, and staying warm got tricky in these cold spells-and sent a shiver dancing down her spine and tingling up her toes. Curling her arms around herself, Holly closed her eyes for a mere moment and took a deep breath in, reaching within herself, to the well of warmth and fire that she seemed to be able to find no matter how dark and cold it became outside. A giddy feeling overtook her-one she was used to by now but nonetheless enjoyed-and a sensation of warmth billowed out to her extremities, staving off the cold. Holly had no need to truly ignite-it would be such a gaudy thing, here in this crowded street corner-and the Lord did say one was not to pray in the street corners, but rather in the confines of one's one room. No, she would not be showing off her talents-because they were not hers to show off. Reinvigorated, and scarcely aware of the cold, the only hint of Holly's minute usage of her power was the scarcest of glow on her skin-a barely, truly barely, visible flicker of light above her head. In the sunlight in the midst of the city, it would certainly be difficult to detect-which was fine with Holly, as she had no desire to quarrel with NEST. Or anyone, really! There were so many better things one could do than quarrel or argue. So many!

Holly stopped at a street corner, humming to herself as she looked around. What to do, what to do. In a city full of the supernatural, one would think that boring days were few and far between. Unfortunately, Little Miss Baless was something of a workaholic, and she was lost as to things to do. Perhaps, she mused, something would just come along her way and surprise her. Life had a knack for throwing serendipity after serendipity at her-something Holly attributed to the Lord, something others attributed to luck, and something NEST attributed to her powers. Who was right was anyone's guess. There was a lovely little coffee shop somewhere close-the Mean Bean Cafe, was it? Hm. She couldn't remember the name. They had hot chocolate, didn't they? Surely they did. It would be silly for a coffee place to not have hot chocolate. She could go there...but Holly couldn't for the life of her remember just where the coffee shop was. Hm.

Standing at a crossroads and totally unaware of the symbolism, Holly mused over her choices, smiling gently, humming softly. Her Santa hat flopped a bit in the December breeze, but stayed pretty securely on her head. And to those passing by really close, there was just a hint of warmth and energy-of life-that one might feel sitting in a favorite chair by the fire, or remember from opening presents on Christmas morning,or feel in the embrace of a favorite pet. Then, throwing her fortunes to the winds and going off a whim, she decided to mosey on northwards-unknowingly heading straight for the Mean Bean Cafe. Funny how things just seemed to play out for Holly like that.

Selena Wodan Chilver

No reception. Not a single bar.

Ah. It was beautiful. Selena tucked the phone into her pocket-she slid it into the little pocket over her breast in her windbreaker-and ran her hands down her sides, double-checking for everything. Knife at her side, bow slung over her shoulder. She left the .357 at home-Selena wasn't a hundred percent clear on Pennsylvania's gun laws yet, ya know, and figured NEST was the sort who would love to take down a meta toting around illegal weapons. Selena mused briefly on the perks of being an outlaw-she could wear a bandana-mask, rob banks, knock over trains...eh. Probably not worth it.

Probably.

Selena walked quietly through the woods, ears primed for any noise (the scurrying of squirrels across a branch to her right) and eyes flickering around in front of her, picking up (hoof-prints half-hidden underneath that leaf over there) traces of the woods around her. Selena did hate that this was over-she tried to get a walk in the woods in pretty much daily, and aimed to go hunting at least once a week or so. It annoyed the ever-loving HELL out of Eva, but she figured her little sister would just have to learn to live with it. Nothing wrong with killing an animal if you were going to treat it with respect. Nothing at all. Selena broke the treeline and continued walking towards her house, boots falling silent on the familiar grassy path. It wasn't too cold out, but there was a bit of a chill-enough for Selena to wiggle her toes every few minutes to keep the blood pumping. She drew her hands out of her pocket for a moment and raised her hand to the horizon. Oh, she had plenty of time before sunset. Plenty of time.

Selena then passed through the normal rituals of "getting ready to go do public things in the outside world". Showering without messing up her dreads (after double checking to make sure no one was home, Carrie Underwood karaoke was a go), then the usual teethbrushing, deodorant-applying, hair-oiling, clothes-finding (the latter being particularly difficult, as Selena's room could've merited FEMA intervention and was generally considered impossible to navigate). She wriggled into a pair of jeans (Ah, my ass looks great) and then threw on a simple long-sleeved brown shirt, putting on another layer or two above that. She slid her feet back into the same pair of boots she had been trekking in earlier-beat up old things, scarred and scuffed up, but undeniably reliable. Selena cinched her leather belt on tight and double-checked herself in the mirror to make sure she hadn't missed something totally obvious.

Shit! She forgot underwear. Damnit!

The process began anew.

Somewhat later than originally planned, Selena walked out the front door, closing and locking it behind her. Why'd she lock the door? Honestly if somebody broke in, Selena would just be excited. Finding them wouldn't be too tough, and then she could have a lovely little ass-kicking session. But, hey, 'tis the Season. She figured she'd wait until after Santa brought her presents to get herself firmly put on the naughty list. Selena walked over to the driveway, staring at the love of her life. Smooth. Sleek. Gentle curves. God it was beautiful. Selena hopped onto her motorcycle, slipping on her gloves and letting the engine warm up. She neglected a helmet because-first off, c'mon, it's Selena. If she gets in a crash, she's not gonna need a helmet-but the pavement she lands on had better be wearing one. Beyond that, trying to do dreads and a helmet just generally didn't end super well. She tied her hair back and tucked it in under her jacket so she wouldn't have it flying all over the place like Medusa when it was humid outside. At the last moment, Selena remembered her cell phone. She hopped off the bike and jogged back inside (she took the stairs three at a time) and found it in no time, sending a quick text to Eva-Hey I'm heading into town. Don't know where you are or what you're doing. Message me if you wanna do something. Back on the saddle. Rolling her neck around, Selena braced herself for the biting cold, knocked the kickstand back and rolled out onto the main road.

The air was absolutely fucking freezing, but it felt great. It felt alive. Selena was within the Black Fall city limits faster than could be deemed responsible and slowed to a speed less likely to get her pulled over. Time to play. Now, what the hell was there to do in this city? Eying her surroundings for something excited, Selena idled around, waiting for something to jump out at her. Hopefully not literally.
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Deborah Lillian Termellio.
The door of Deborah's car slamming announced her arrival at the Mean Bean Machine.

Putting out one foot at a time, Deborah got out of her car, standing tall, and took in a breath of air. Ah, she could smell the coffee cooking from out here! With one button-press, the beeping of her car announced that it was locked and she stuffed the keys into her pocket. She placed both hands into the pockets of her coat as she walked up, whistling a tune to herself as she absentmindedly proceeded to the doors of the cafe. She'd wonder who was here. This spot was frequented by a variety of people that she knew. Because who wouldn't love such a place? Cheap and tasty coffee, and a viable hang out. And the name was just brilliant. Mean Bean Machine, Mean Bean Machine... She just loved the name! The last plus for Deborah was the people that showed up there. Of all shapes, sizes, and stories. Even if she's observing, her power will simply tell her about people. What they want, what they're here for, and why. Maybe today she'll find a new face to show....

Speaking of faces, Deborah herself has found herself a familiar one.

Holly Baless. The Angel. A girl, a few years younger than Deborah, blonde hair, freckles, kinda cute, and most importantly a friend of Deborah's. Despite their age difference, they got along swimmingly. Deborah attributed it to the fact that they have similar ideals, despite a slight difference here and there - didn't matter. All Deborah knew was that she had someone to talk to. And without her annoying little siblings to interfere, it seemed all too good of a deal. So, with that out of the way, Deborah walked over to Holly, a warm smile on her face. "Hey, Holly," Deborah greeted the girl, "Getting some coffee? Mind if I join you? My treat" A generous offer, she had enough spare cash to buy for two. What Deborah really wanted to do was talk to somebody, and Holly was that somebody. Tossing a little money away didn't matter all that much to her.
Henry Olin, & Shannon Jacqueline Balore.
(Written in collaboration with Jazzy)


It's hard seeing him like this. Once a proud man reduced to....

Shannon didn't know what he had become. A memory? An echo? Didn't matter because she hated coming here, to see her father in such a terrible state. Even though their relationship was not... ideal. The room where her father was in a coma. Connected to machines, they beeped over and over again, a reminder of what happened. Shannon herself was standing over his bed. A big man, red hair, a bit overweight, and had a thick busy beard. Shannon let out a sigh, the room was placed at just the right spot that the bright sun shined into the room. It reflected off her glasses somewhat. Why? Why is she here? When such a place is nothing more than a depressing sight. Shannon looked down at her outfit - a usual red dress, somewhat sparkly, made by her own power. It went down to her knees, leaving a gap of exposed skin between the hemm of her dress and her boots. The other man in her room... Ah, yes. The reason why she's here.

"You called me here?" Shannon asked Henry as she crossed her arms. Her tone was laced with venom, merely because she wasn't in the mood. "Out with it, then. I wonder why you were so insistent on me coming here today out of all places...." Shannon followed it up with another statement. She was the least bit pleased. They could have called Cassidy, but that whore is probably drunk off whiskey and anti-depressants.

"Good to see you too." Henry replied, rolling his eyes. Of all people he had to be the one to deal with this. It was Shannon, a level six! Nothing a well trained agent couldn't handle. But noooooo they had to have one of their more powerful agents show because 'you dont have to wear clothes if it comes down to it!' or some other bullhonkey that his boss came up with. He shook his head. "Okay, you're smart, right?" he questioned. "Lets play a game of putting two and two together. Me, a NEST agent, called you, a meta human, here to see your comatose father." He said. "I'll give you a hint because you're just frickin' special. We ALLLL HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON!" he said, waving his gargantuan arms up in the air, causing his claws to lightly tap the ceiling. He crossed his arms, and allowed his yellow reptilian eyes to fall upon Shannon. "Nice dress by the way. It new?"

"Congratulations," Shannon started off, with a half-cocked grin, and clapped her hands toogether, and kept them that way. "You are on your way to winning the award for the most professional NEST agent there is...." Shannon rolled her eyes as she shifted her weight to one hip, and placed her hand on said hip. She didn't appreciate the blatant, and quite frankly, unfunny, sarcasm. What she was asking was for lizard-boy to get to the point instead of trying to be funny, but not all people can be helpful, now can they? She rolled her eyes again. So, instead of telling her, she has to piece it together? "Letme take a guess when I say-" .... Aaaaaaaand of course Lizard-boy just has to interrupt her. Yes... she wondered how did NEST get credited for saving the whole so many times if they employ the likes of him.

"Aaaaaand times up." Henry said. "Your dad is displaying readings. Meta human energy as you probably didn't gather from the advanced equipment over right next to his bed." He said, nodding his head over to the more advanced gear to his side. Most NEST agents, especially those of his caliber, were equipped with basic energy tracking software in their wrist-gauntlet things (he could never figure out their names but it had a bunch of random do-hickies in it). "I'm off duty right now, they called me to deal with you because you happen to be slightly too high in level for anyone else, who's in town, to deal with at the moment." he replied. "Now that we've finished our little game show I'm here to ask you a few questions and try to answer any questions you might have." he said.

Her father... a Meta-human? Interesting... Very interesting. But unexpected. Suddenly, he develops powers while in a coma, and what was more interesting was that his only two daughters were Meta-humans. Perhaps it was something that ran in the family? Shannon wasn't an expert when it comes to powers herself... aside from the power she had herself. The ability to manipulate fabrics, a power that she had been practicing for years, and had since she was a little girl. But what was his power? Shannon ignored Henry's first statement and went straight to the questions sections. She crossed her arms again, and looked straight at Henry (Which was hard. He's ugly). She responded, "Very well. I hadn't expected him to develop powers.... Do you know what powers he has?"

"That's actually one of the questions I wanted to ask you." He said. "We know he HAS a power, but we're not entirely sure what of yet. My main question would be on whether or not your family has a history of displaying your... affinity to fashion. I mean, I guess I could just look it up in our databanks, but I'd much rather ask you than play NSA." he said. "After that, feel free to ask anything you might be curious about. I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability."

An affinity to fashion? No, not really. Her father worked his back off as a surgeon, and her mother (Not his wife) was... she honestly didn't remember. Not even Blathnat displayed such an affinity. Perhaps he was searching for an inherent link? It made sense. While NEST was a powerful organization that regulated all Meta-humans, they had no real way to get information about powers other than observation, and being told. "The easy answer is no. Not even Blathnat displayed a powerset remotely similar to mine." With that out of the way, Shannon turned her head back towards her father. "And to tell you the truth, I don't have any questions to ask you." Because, she only have questions for her father, and she would only ask him those questions.... Shannon sighed. Maybe once - no, really, IF - he wakes up. "Are we done here Agent Olin? Me and Blathnat have things to do."

Henry told her that she was clear to go, and Shannon walked out the room to go find her little sister....
Shannon & Blathnat "Sugar" Balore.
Shannon told her to wait in the waiting room (And don't talk to anyone), so that was exactly what Sugar was doing. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting....

Waiting was starting to get boring. All she was doing here was sitting in this chair, kicking her legs back and forth. At least Shannon gave her a juice box, but that was running out. A loud slurping sound was made as she finally reached the bottom. Sugar pouted, and tightly crossed her arms over her chest. It was annoying that she had to come here... and not even be told why she was here. Hospitals were for sick people? Sugar isn't sick, and she believed that Shannon isn't sick. It made Sugar's head hurt thinking about it. At least she has Sir Reginald, her knight in shining armor, standing over her. There he was, floating above her head, invisible to everyone but her. Her guardian. He who never faltered. Who saved her. He made her feel safe. Her Imaginary Friend, and easily the one person Sugar herself could really call a friend.

Oooooooh, perhaps they'll have a little bit of fun? Because that's what friends do.

Hmm... Sir Reginald can tell her what people are thinking about. Oh, maybe that'll be fun. The girl didn't understand that it was an invasion of privacy, merely that she found the insight fun. Sugar turned her head towards her invisible follower, and sent him a telepathic message. Tell me what people are thinking about. With that, she waited for him to tell her something.

Sir Reginald turned towards a random woman, in her twenties, and had black hair. He scanned her mind, and got the immediate thoughts in her head, and deemed it safe for Sugar, before transmitting it to her:

Just a little longer... my father will pull through this...


Huh? This woman's thoughts weren't that interesting to the little girl. Perhaps reading thoughts wasn't as fun as she thought. Sugar pouted again, bored. Hoping that something will come up soon...

"Blathnat." Shannon said as she walked up to Sugar.

"... It's Sugar!" The girl said, annoyed that somebody used her embarrassing real name.

"We've been over this... that is your name..." Shannon asked her, "... but, are you ready to go?"

"Yes, please." Sugar said, immediately getting up off the chair. She headed straight for the door as Shannon (and Sir Reginald) followed behind her.
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“...so, Dr. Moreau, following up on your explanation of environmental conditioning, might you have any further insight on what might have influenced the Frost Beast's crime spree? Why does he want to commit interstate bank heists? ”

“Well, miss Schuler, there are a lot of factors to take into consideration – and you make the mistake by operating under the assumption that Erik Wall is stealing because he wants to.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

“Of course.” Baron cooed. “Psychology is a science. In science, we cannot afford to make assumptions without evidence and a strong theory to support it. Without a testimony or without the proper analysis of his behavior, and evidence to reinforce an educated hypothesis, we can't assume this is something he wants.”

“Then why would this meta-human be committing felonies if he did not want to?” The reporter insisted.

“That is why we must look into his history so that we can deduce the reasons.” Baron explained. “Yes, he must pay the price for his crimes... we must also account for the possible reasons and factors that led up to the initial crime. A man's hand may be forced into a situation in order to survive or support some aspect of his life, and almost always involves some form of desperation. While it is possible that Mr. Wall might have felt powerful and therefore felt assured he could get away with greed, that analysis has not been made yet.”

“Is there a reason you mean to sympathize with meta-human criminals?”

Baron sighed ruefully and leaned on his good leg. “I do not appreciate the leading questions, dear Molly. I am saying that I do not believe in the dehumanization of individuals because of their special traits, nor do I discredit the factors that may lead an otherwise ordinary individual into a life of crime. Accounting any person as a monster or less than deserving of sympathy without proper review is, by my code of conduct, immoral and a violation of my work ethic.”

“That's all the questions for today.” The reporter grumbled. She turned around and flashed a hand sign to the camera man, and the lights on the device subsequently died down. Baron rubbed his brows in frustration as he aimed his head down. Looking around the scene of the crime, where spires of ice had erupted around an ornate building, and buzzing around it were first respondents and news teams. Flashes of light spotted here and there, and lines of yellow tape were stretched across the scene to and fro. He couldn't help but feel somewhat in awe of the meta-humans he had recently started working with. Though he was mostly curious and highly wary, there has to be admiration found for all of the enviable powers those people were granted. But his attention was brought back to the reporter who had interviewed him.

“Uh – hey, excuse me, Molly,” Baron stumbled as he fought his way through the crowd of reporters; it was only when he could break through the wall of press could he tap his interviewer's shoulder and get her attention, “may I ask what that was all about? It feels like the questions were cut short.”

“Yeah, well...” She started, stiffening her shoulders and puckering her lips in a “I don't know” sort of fashion. “I wasn't left with much of a choice if you're going to try to embarrass the station on television.”

Try to embarrass?” Baron repeated incredulously. “I haven't tried to do anything aside from answering your questions and communicating as clearly as possible. What you were doing is what doctors would call malpractice.”

“Oh please.” Schuler drawled.

“Honey,” Baron said in a soft tone, “you're a news reporter. Leave those nature of questions to attorneys and lawyers.”

“How about you worry about your business and I'll worry about mine?” She retorted back. “I work for my news station, and I go by the book and by what the public wants. Our interview won't be aired and that's that.”

Baron stared blankly at her for a moment or two, as if trying to get a read on her. He finally resigned with a huff, “okay, fair enough, my apologies. I'll be on my way.”

With a step and click, the doctor did hobble his way from the crime scene and back into one of the finer sections of the city, where it smelled of bread from the bakery and coffee from the local coffee shop. That reporter he was just talking to – dear God, what was it she said? She goes by the book and by what the public wants? She wasn't a reporter, she was an entertainer! It's the same sort of garbage that Fox network feeds its viewers. The fact that the interview with a doctor that concerns that mental well-being of the convict wouldn't be aired because it contradicted what the network valued was ridiculous to him! Sensationalist headlines and racism – it was the whole package. Even going to referring the criminal by a stage name to further dehumanize NEST's latest target, and even further NEST praise. Baron himself didn't necessarily have anything against the NEST organization, but he did oppose news networks with a clear political bias.

His own feelings on the matter were simple: he approached the subject with the equal treatment of meta-humans in mind. That they were of the same class and mental health as the common man. While it is true that some people, when granted power, may abuse that power. It suggests that power corrupts, whereas Baron was a believer in power and wealth as a magnifier of a person's attitude. If this was indeed the case with Erik Wall, that he was simply an opportunistic criminal, then whether or not he had a power wouldn't matter. However, Erik was granted power, and thought he could get away with it. That makes it less of a problem with meta-humans, and more of a problem with mankind altogether. This was, of course, working under the assumption that Erik was in fact that kind of person... and scientists don't deal in assumptions.

All of that being taken into consideration, Baron was worried about a growing anti-meta-human sentiment building up in town due to a group polarization mentality. He still sought to sit down and perform his own social experiments with metas. A PET scan would be fantastic, but he was somewhat skeptical of this town and any of its clinics being in possession of such a machine So for now, he was stuck with simple observation techniques.

The man was adorned in a typical dress suit outfit, with the coat, slacks, and the whole shebang. A simple scarf had wrapped around his neck, which had hidden the mint green Oxford shirt beneath. There was nary a wrinkle nor hair astray that littered his attire, and his black hair was gelled and combed backward. He didn't need a head-piece very much – this was spring weather compared to the northern wastes that was Canada. He felt so spruced up today, he probably could've flirted his way through that confrontation, but alas, Baron conscience got in the way. At times, he thought be might be better ridden of that moral compass of his, but it had at least guided him this far in life. While Venezuela might have knocked it off its balance a bit, the compass was generally intact.

And then there was that smell of coffee. God, it was tempting. The thought of giving in to such an indulgence had reminded him of another; he reached into his pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Smacking one side of the pack a couple times – a technique to help pack the tobacco tighter – he pulled out a stick and lit it with a chrome zippo lighter. The first few puffs of smoke eased the tension in Baron's body. He knew it was bad, and he knew it was in the mind... but man, placebo faux cigs did nothing like the real deal. Now... coffee. Because nothing relaxed a man's nerves like caffeine. So, he just had to hitch a ride on one of these trolleys and – oh, no, they were buses. So, he just had to hitch a ride on one of these buses and make his way to the coffee shop. Sure, he'd use his car, but he wanted to get to know the town. What better way than by bus? So what was this shop called? The Mean Bean Machine or something?

It didn't sound very classy at all, but it was a local store. The rustic charm had its appeal. It didn't take very long to find public transport and pay its fare before finding his seat. The crowd on the bus was very small, and only a few others were on it. This was the nicer part of town, wasn't it? People around here didn't use the bus very often because everyone could afford their own cars. The few he saw looked to be the standard middle-class couple, one with cropped brown hair, and the other, a blonde woman with a bob cut. Baron watched them carefully. He spotted a small diamond rind on the woman's right ring finger, and a tan line on her left ring finger. Middle class, definitely. It wasn't uncommon to reuse the engagement ring as the wedding ring, and the ring looked fairly valuable. So there was enough middle ground for him to derive that conclusion. Her eyes were unresponsive to the man's movements as he talked – the man was expressive, and likely passionate – but she was smiling and nodded. The woman was blind. She lacked the glasses and cane that would typically signify that, and the tone of her skin was even. Very little, if any blemish. She must not like feeling old, but wouldn't be able to apply it herself. The man had very good hygiene and was expertly groomed. He must have helped her with it. Overall, they appear to be a fairly loving couple, even if it is unexpected.

The bus weaved its way through town, and Baron learned that the Mean Bean Machine was just a block or two off from where he was. He bid his farewell and thanks to the bus driver (his breath smells of booze, slight shine of oil in his hair [must've not showered this morning], reddened, however, not blood-shot eyes; swollen finger on his right hand – a divorcee?) and stepped off the bus in front of the coffee shop. What to get? The usual sounded pretty good. Iced coffee. Even back in Canada they looked at him strange for drinking iced coffee during the winter. There was something about a cold drink that brought out its flavor better. Regardless, Baron pushed open the glass door, which rang a bell as he entered. He looked up and saw a mistletoe hanging in the doorway. He smiled to himself and walked away from the doorway and looked around the coffee shop. It seemed pretty lively. A lot of couples. Only one or two tables seemed to have a group of friends, and one table had a family sitting around it. One of them had two ladies sitting around a table top, one younger (easily a teenager), the other older (early twenties). They could be mistaken for as sisters if they didn't look so different. Step-siblings perhaps? Anyways, this shop may have not been top-tier, but the locals seem to enjoy coming here.

Baron scooted over to the ordering table and met the barista with a smile. “An iced coffee please.”

He looked back around the cafe' as he unwrapped his scarf from around his neck. This might be a pretty good place to meet some locals and learn about the town. This might be a good place to get in touch with a meta-human or two. He hasn't as of yet to meet one on a personable level. Most people tend to shy away when they hear about a doctor looking for a meta-human to work with.
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Let’s begin at the beginning

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Like when the house lights start dimming

Like silver screen photographs

It makes a beautiful sound when nobody else is around

It has a wonderful way of eating up entire days

The Joslyn House Motel.

Harmon has a home here. He does, doesn’t he? No… no, he definitely doesn’t. It’s such a nice home, to him. To others it looks absolutely terrible. Then again, everything looked terrible, wonderfully so. Sometimes it has… grey walls, sometimes they’re a very, very pale blue. There are other colors too but he can never make them out too well. Sometimes they tell him to go away, sometimes they yell nonsense at him. Sometimes they don’t pay him any attention at all. And sometimes, they back away from him with frightened and hateful looks on their faces. It’s because of his eyes. They’re not there. They never have been. They never will be.

He trudges through the snow, past the rusty, half-hinged gates, into the parking lot. There’s only a few cars, most of them covered in snow, not having been used in some time. But why are there cars? No one drives here. Harmon never saw them drive, at least. They drove elsewhere, away from this place. The Motel is two stories tall, rooms dotting the exterior. Harmon lives inside one of them, he’s not sure which at the moment. Does he live here? Is he living at all? He has to be. He can still see. He passes by an old, bearded man huddling against the wall in his two coats and makes his way up the stairs. He almost slips on a step but, thankfully, he doesn’t trip and fall. He walks along the upper floor walkway and passes by a few doors. He stops at one and… stares at it for a moment. He presses his forehead against it, the metals in his crown scraping the surface of the wooden door ever so slightly.

This isn’t his room.

Harmon detaches himself from the door and continues walking. He lifts up his camera and looks at the painted numbers as they pass by. 8B… 9B… 10, the B had been weathered away over the years… 11B… is it 11B? Yes, yes, it is. He stares at the door for a moment before he reaches down and opens one of the large pockets in his cargo shorts. He sifts through the multitude of half and quarter-empty batteries, most of which are probably already depleted, and searches for his key. He has a key. Everyone has a key, to… someplace. He feels the jagged metal end and takes the key out of his pocket. He points his camera at it to make sure it’s the right key to the right room. It reads… 9B. He was wrong, his room is 9B. 9B. He takes a few steps back and finds himself in front of room 10B. He takes a few more steps back and he’s at his rightful doorstep. He slowly places his key in the lock and turns it, pushing the door inward.

The room is the palest of blues this time. He forgets if that’s good or bad. He forgets why it matters seconds later. Harmon shuts the door behind him and locks it again, putting the key back in his pocket. He could have put it in one of the smaller pockets with less batteries in it so he doesn’t have to search around for them all the time. But he always forgets he can do that. Forgets. Forgets…

The room is old. Older than Harmon. Much older. The floorboards are splintered and there are gaps everywhere. There used to be a carpet but it just disappeared one day. The walls are cracked and peeling and the wood and plaster behind them is visible in three different spots. There are maddened scrawls of gibberish and cryptic pictures everywhere, etched into the various surfaces over the years. There’s a fan up above missing two of its blades. The switch is broken so it doesn’t matter. The light bulb in it is still good, though. Sometimes. He pulls the beaded switch. A few seconds pass and nothing happens, but then the bulb slowly flickers to life. It’s dim but it’s serviceable. Harmon doesn’t know when he’ll have to change it again but he has… some, spares, lying around. There’s a bed with a spring mattress and no sheets, which he promptly tosses his blanket upon. There’s a nightstand with one of its drawers missing nearby. He sits on the mattress and opens the drawer. It’s full of batteries. He takes a moment to deposit the ones he has in his pocket into the drawer, coming closer and closer to filling it up again for the first time in a while. He’s been going through them so rapidly lately, it’s… worrying. He pays the thought no more of his mind and closes the drawer.

Harmon stands up and walks towards the closet doors. There’s a tall cabinet drawer in the corner of the room that he doesn’t use much. There’s just a lot of random junk in it, mostly old papers, hypodermic needles, some books with weathered covers… Useless, all of it. Useless. He opens the closet doors and lays his handheld vision on things that are not so useless. It’s stacked with boxes of electronic equipment – wires, cameras, phones, portable radios, a video game console he never uses, some computer monitors and keyboards… there’s so much more but he doesn’t want to look at all of it. He’s only making sure it’s all still there. And it is. All of it. Making a low hum in his presence.

He shuts the closet doors and turns toward the television sitting across from the room, on a small table. He stares at it for a moment before it flickers to life. Or, to a static screen. He walks over to the mattress and seats himself on the end, directly across from the television. With one hand he holds his camera so he can see. With the other he holds against his head, feeling the metals in his skull. He taps one with his index finger lightly, and the static turns to a random cooking broadcast. He doesn’t have a remote, but, he doesn’t need one. He taps his head a few more times, flipping through channels. He stops on a local news broadcast.

“-have confronted and apprehended the notorious bank robber known as Frost Beast…”

Something happening nearby. Harmon ceases tapping his head and remains still, watching the broadcast intently.

”Erik Wall, also known as Frost Beast, was known for attacking banks all over the East Coast.”

Is today Tuesday?

No… no, it’s Saturday. Harmon always gets those two mixed up. And all the others as well.

He keeps watching.
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"You goin' to Santa-Fest?" Creed asked, sitting on the hood of his car. It was a black 90's acura, with one dark grey door. There were spots of rust near the hubcaps, some of which were sloppily spraypainted black. He wore a tight black skullcap over his shaved head, a black windbreaker, and a black scarf. Nearly everything he wore was black, save for his jeans, which were dark blue, and the laces of his shiny black boots. They were white.

Lenny shrugged, zipping up his green parka. "Maybe, iunno. Looks expensive." He looked the opposite of his tall, muscular brother. He had a green jacket, brown chinos, grey boots, and an orange hunting cap. Creed's politics were less than agreeable, but at least he knew his way around color coordination. Lenny, on the other hand, looked like a homeless person.

"It's called a job, Lenny. I could getcha one if you want." Lenny began putting on his mittens, pretending he hadn't heard his brother. He knew full well what he was trying to do. "My boy Erik, you know Erik, right?" Creed said snapping his fingers, trying to think of whether or not Lenny and Erik had met. "Anyway, Erik's dad owns a sandwich shop or something, said he could use a dishwasher." Creed hopped off the car hood, letting it bounce gently for a moment. "And you know how I feel about honest American jobs being taken by honest Americans like us, Lenny-Boy."

Lenny swallowed the knot in his throat, nodding. "I'll think about it." Creed chuckled, and patted Lenny on the back all-too roughly.

"That's what I like to hear, killer." Creed smiled his nearly trademarked smirk, somewhere between self-assured and menacing. "Say, you should give your dear old brother's car a jump before you leave." Creed popped the hood, and nodded towards the engine expectantly. "Just go steal some juice from the stove."

Lenny sighed silently to himself, and obediently trotted into the house. He pulled off one mitten, stuffing it into his pocket. He made his way to the kitchen, cursing the mountains of trash he had to walk over. It made the house all the more cramped. Still, it was a house. Creed acquired it for them a few months ago, and on such a low rent. An impossibly low rent. All because he told the landlord to do it. It made Lenny shudder thinking about Creed's powers, and so, he didn't. It was on the opposite edge of Courtwall, further from the ships and factories, and closer to other actual people. And it meant his grandma wouldn't be confined to one room, so, it was all for the best.

Lenny turned on the stove, listening to the low hiss of the fire for a moment, before putting his hand over it. He watched the tiny orange flame dissipate into his hand, spinning upwards into his palm like one of the tiny tornadoes you'd get from spinning a half-empty water bottle. It didn't burn him. It was warm, but definitely not burning. After a few moments of this, he turned the stove off, and walked back outside. Creed was already in his car, impatiently rapping his knuckles against the open door. The hood was still popped, and so, Lenny carefully examined the inside. He placed his hands on the battery, and exhaled. A loud electric popping was heard, and the engine revved to life. Accomplished, Lenny closed the hood, and flashed a thumbs-up to Creed. "Can I get a ride to the coffee place?" He asked, putting his other mitten on.

Creed nodded, and Lenny climbed into the car, riding shotgun as always. He buckled his seatbelt, and the two brothers took off.
Lenny opened the doors of Mean Bean Machine, and swiftly walked in, hoping to get out of the cold as quickly as possible. He took off his pink mittens, stuffing them back into his pockets. He stepped in line, watching himself on the security camera display.

Meeeeean Beeeean Machiiine. He said to himself. He was easily amused, and the name seemed to roll off the tongue. Mean Bean Machine, it's always so clean and pristine, like nothing you've ever seen. It's where teens get caffeine, into their blood-stream. Lenny continued quietly muttering to himself, trying to think of something else that rhymed with machine.

"Sir?" The barista asked, raising an eyebrow. Lenny was at the front of the line. Startled, Lenny stammered out "Small coffee". The barista nodded, tapping keys on the register with her long fingernails. "That'll be two dollars and twenty eight sense." Lenny reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of change.

"Ten, twenty, thirty, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy..." Lenny continued counting, as the impatient line behind him stared holes into the back of his head. "Dollar eighty, dollar ninety, ninety two, ninety three," Lenny's face clearly became more and more nervous, as he dumped the rest of his change on the counter. "One sec, I think I've got some more somewhere." The barista sucked her teeth, and began counting the change, as Lenny looked hopeful that she'd count more than him.

"You're still short, sir."

Lenny cursed under his breath, desperately trying to find more change, as the guy behind him began tapping his foot. "Um, uh, shit, hold on, I have it somewhere."
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As the Good Lord would have it, Holly traipsed directly across the path of the Mean Bean Street-there was a curious energy lingering in the air, a kind of faint, barely palpable electricity that made Holly smile. This was nothing supernatural, nothing related to metahumans or even the faith that was so integral to Holly's psyche: it was simply that feeling you get of something momentous happening. Of something very important unfolding around you, of a thousand little coincidences all falling just the right way. It brought a grin to Holly's lips-what a lovely day! And something, she didn't know what, was surely at hand. Surprises were always excellent, and the not knowing in life kept Holly feeling invigorated. Things would get boring if one knew what were to happen! It was the suspense that kept things entertaining

Holly strode into the warmth of the Mean Bean Coffee Shop, deeply inhaling the aroma of coffee. Ah! She'd pay just to have the smell, let alone the drinks. Why, Holly mused, couldn't they make perfume that smelled as nice as that. Holly wasn't one to wear perfume, she thought it gaudy and a little wasteful (Although boys were silly enough to judge someone by how they smelled, weren't they?). But if someone could get a scent as lovely as fresh-brewed coffee? Holly'd be a believer. Holly scanned the shop for a familiar face, which was a normal practice of hers. Owing to her pretty outgoing lifestyle, Holly nearly always ran across someone she at least had a passing knowledge of as she went through town. Even in districts such as The Dead End, Holly saw familiar faces, whether it was a result of church, the kitchens, school, or any number of activities Holly was in. She was one of those sorts who could remember little details about people-while Holly had to work to retain the Krebs cycle or the American attack plans on D-Day in her mind for tests and exams, she could keep track of social things very well.

And lo and behold, a familiar face! Holly beamed (which is getting redundant, she smiles pretty much all the fucking time) and threw out her arms to grab Deborah in an embrace. Deborah! What a lovely girl. She was a little bit older than Holly was, but they were nevertheless good friends. "Why, I'd love that! I've never been one to turn down coffee." Ah, the charity of friends was a great thing. Holly generally tried to be the one offering to pay for meals-it set a good example, she thought, and her family was doing well enough that Holly could afford to do so-but it was just rude to turn down such a polite and selfless offer. "It's been a while! How have you been? You look great, I might add!" Holly said, giving Deborah a once-over. Holly was in good shape, but Deborah was in splendid physical condition. And so pretty! Holly felt a tingle of warmth-she just felt happy for Deborah. Nice, pretty-she was going to snare quite the fine young man one day! "Will you be going to the Christmas festival later?"

As they got their coffee and sat down-well, Holly got hot chocolate-Holly glanced around the coffee shop. Hm. There was a man with a limp walking in, and Holly's brow furrowed. Where had she seen him before...? Ah! On TV! He was interviewed after some absolutely atrocious killings a while back, one involving a metahuman. They'd called in NEST and the FBI and everyone. Quite the tragedy, but if Holly's memory was serving her correctly, this man was a...psychologist? Perhaps forensic? Or was she making that part up? Regardless, Holly felt a certain degree of respect for the man: devoting one's life to understanding and helping others with their personal demons? Surely there was no more noble calling!

Holly sat with her legs curled beneath her in the booth as she listened to Deborah answer her questions. Presumably. She was looking good-while most found leggings to be sexy, Holly's modest skirt negated any appeal to them, and the Christmas sweater and scarf were equally effective in avoiding being form-fitting. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, blue eyes sparkling with excitement as she chatted things up with her old friend. While she was focusing on what Deborah had to say, she couldn't help but overhear a poor patron standing in line. There was the subtle disruption in the background-that of something not happening when it should've been happening. Holly turned to the side and noticed a rather irritated line of patrons standing behind one scraggly looking fellow, with long red hair and clothes that looked rather as if they hadn't seen an ironing board in several millennia. Holly briefly wondered if he was homeless, but decided against it. No, she had a feeling she would've at least recognized him in passing if the man was in-between places to stay, and she generally trusted her instincts about these things.

Regardless, Holly wasn't one to pass up an opportunity to help someone in need! Especially so close to Christmas-Santa would be watching, after all. "Deb, love, could you excuse me for just a moment? I think I have the chance to pay it forward." Holly slipped out of the booth and jogged up to the counter. She reached into her little purse, which contained more Bible verses than money and drew out two dollar bills, sliding them onto the corner. "Here you go, friend!" he said cheerily. "Merry Christmas." She smiled at the people waiting in line behind Lenny but they, ah, weren't full of the Christmas spirits. Perhaps I should've gone with happy holidays...

Holly turned and walked on back to Deborah, sidling back into her seat. "So sorry about that, wasn't trying to interrupt you. I think we might have had a riot on our hands, these people don't look happy at all. I suppose everyone's tense with the holidays. And that whole NEST fiasco earlier."
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It didn't take long for the barista to fulfill Baron's order. It was a simple ice in the cup, pour the Joe, and shake it up before adding the cream and sugar and pouring it all into a cup. The transaction was made, and Baron soon found himself leaning against the pick-up counter sipping away at his cold beverage. He watched behind the counter where a young woman came in from around the back. The two exchanged a high-five and the man walked into the room where the woman had come from. Ha, tap-out. Perhaps there was an out-of-work relationship? Not necessarily romantic, there was nothing to imply that as of yet, but they looked to be a good team. His eyes were drawn to the door where a bell had rung, and two teenagers had strolled in. One had a matching black outfit – kid probably would've loved the 'Naughts – the other was mismatching and more lanky. These two, unlike the couple of girls he had saw before, definitely bore a resemblance. Brothers, perhaps?

He had payed attention to one of the boy's exchange with the female barista without giving anything away that might suggest he was anything but disinterested. A straight, droll expression. Let the eyes drift out of focus so as to dilate. Suddenly he had a brilliant recipe for remaining inconspicuous. The boy was counting out his change aloud – probably had poor monetary habits, as expected of most teenagers, and was short of change. Didn't have a job. He didn't seem to have a card, so no bank account. If he had, then there must've been a reason he wasn't resorting to debit, so again, lack of a job. Poor boy. Was he either lazy, or was it just he couldn't find one? Whatever the reason, the problem was alleviated when the modest girl he had noticed earlier had donated a small amount of funds to the boy's pocket. It had brought on the faintest, amused smile on Baron's face. Less so in the stretching of his lips, and more was it in the reddening his cheeks and softening of his eyes.

It was heart-warming, to say the least. It was nice to see selfless acts being given to one another around here, and as strained as the politics were around here, there did seem to be a sense of community among the Black Fall citizens. But at the same time, the deed was moderately detrimental. It didn't teach or condition the boy to anything other than to continue relying on the charity of others. Such kindness only intoxicates others from the more... sober reality.

Still, he could be looking at this wrong. It is just as reasonable to think that this taught charity. Maybe the boy would remember the girl's deed when he finds somebody that needs help.

When Holly had absconded away back to her table, Baron raised his cup and gave a simple, curt nod before taking a sip from his drink. Ah, coffee. Oh, wait, coffee. Coffee shop. It was getting a little warm in here, wasn't it? Baron loosened the scarf from around his neck and folded it neatly before storing it into one of his dress coat pockets. Hoo boy, that was better. It was a lot less stuffy now. America del Sur and Arabia can get pretty bad – this wasn't anything compared to that. Anywho, that girl with the gift. Baron decided it was best to encourage that behavior. Reciprocation was often the best reward. While boy worked out his order with the woman behind the counter, Baron caught the attention of the man in the back. When he came around, Baron smiled.

“Three croissants, if you would?”

“Absolutely, sir, give me one second.”

Baron nodded in acknowledgement, watching him take three croissants and placing them in a box. The order was payed for with the swiping of a black debit card and Baron turned on his heel and sauntered over to the table where the two young women had sat, including the girl who had donated money to the boy. He was aware of what it looked like, and heavens no. Baron wasn't quite old enough to be their father, but he was certainly out of range. 'I am more interested in... maturity. This is more out of “Christmas spirit”, shall we say...'

“Hello ladies.” Baron said smoothly with a gentle smile. He set the box down on the table and pulled a chair up closer to the table. “I just wanted to express my thanks – as an extension of your friend's over there, I've never actually been acquainted with him.”

When Baron opened it, the smell of three buttered croissants wafted through the air. He looked at Holly. “In the spirit of Christmas, right?”

Modest dress-ware, a chain around her neck, clearly weighed down by the bottom. Religious? It was likely, she was beaming wherever she walked. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but she was a breath of fresh air in a bustling, irritable city. The woman on his right, was dressed fashionably. Baron felt a little old sitting at this table, even at the age of thirty-one. The only thing that kept him feeling out-of-touch with this generation's style while wearing his dress suit and tie combo was this woman putting about as much effort into her appearance, although it appeared less formal.

Regardless, maybe he could learn a couple things about the town from these locals. Figure out where a good place to be is. He still needed to find somebody he could work with.
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"Here you go, friend!" she said cheerily. "Merry Christmas."

Lenny looked up, almost dumbfounded. There was a girl, one he had never seen or met, buying his coffee for him. She was cute, but in a sort of little-house-on-the-prairie kind of way. She definitely wasn't the type to go after a guy like Lenny. So why would she buy him a drink? Lenny ignored the thought, figuring that he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He scooped most of his change back into his pocket, and slid the bills and a few quarters over the counter.

"Hey, thanks! Merry Christmas!" He weakly called back, unsure if she had heard him or not. He took his coffee, leaving the change and the bills for the unamused barista, and scooted over to the section of the shop by the trash bins, where milk, sugar, and straws were kept. He poured a handful of sugar packets into his coffee, and then enough milk to bring the concoction to the brim of the cup, before he snapped the plastic lid on.

Covering the hole with his finger, he shook the cup over the trash bin, and finally took a sip. It was almost sickeningly sweet, enough that it no longer tasted like coffee, and instead, like a coffee-flavored candy. Just how Lenny liked it. Fortunately for him, after making it just sweet enough, his powers allowed him to make it just hot enough as well. He wasn't one to showboat, but absorbing excess heat from a drink was hardly showboating. It was a matter of practicality, and Lenny was a practical guy.

The coffee he held in his hand made him feel something. It was almost close to guilt, but he hadn't done anything. If Lenny had a better vocabulary, he would've called it gratitude, but he wrote it off as guilt to him. He felt like he owed the girl who bought him the coffee something, and it was probably because he technically did. He took a pen out of his pocket, and began scribbling something on his napkin. It took him a few moments, checking to make sure his spelling and penmanship were acceptable, and finally wiping what little remained of his coffee in a stained ring on the paper.

When he was finished, he walked over to the table where the girl was. She wasn't alone. She was there with another girl, and an older man, who he presumed were her sister and father. They don't look related, he thought to himself. And it was true. The girl who had given him the coffee was dressed too differently from the other girl, and to Lenny, all siblings shopped at the same stores. The man, on the other hand, wasn't eyeing him suspiciously, like most parents would.

"Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt. I wanted to give you something to thank you, but I'm broke, so here's this." He placed the napkin in her hands, writing side-up. with a sheepish half-smile.

"Merry Christmas, and thanks again." Lenny turned around and quickly made his way to the door with his coffee, practically jogging. He wasn't good at social situations, and this was as much as he could take. After all, it's easy to see if someone is blushing when they're as pale as Lenny.

Normally, he was fairly secretive about his metahuman status. But there was something about the girl that made him lose that edge -- Although it was likely that it was only that she was the only girl to willingly talk to him, she practically glowed with friendliness. If anyone was going to track him down for being a metahuman in this town, it wouldn't have been her.
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Deborah Lillian Javuant.


It must have been that Christmas cheer that just filled Deborah with a sense of delight, a new form of kindness. So, when Holly accepted her offer, Deborah smiled. "Me? I'm doing fine, girl. I still workout when I get the chance. You?" Deborah didn't stay in shape while lying around, but she didn't like to brag about it. She wanted to hear about Holly (What sport does she play again?) more than anything. "You should come with me to the gym sometime." The one gym she went to was the MacAuthur Training Center. Though, in the morning. The boys oogled her and her power made it quite uncomfortable... but enough of that. Happy thoughts. She was in the presence of friends, something she enjoyed more than anything. She scrolled along inside the Mean Bean next to Holly. The second she stepped inside, her observant eyes quickly scoped out the building for anyone she knew. One face was a blonde haired woman, mid-thirties, wearing jeans and a dress shirt (Is waiting for someone, likely husband), and another... Well, she shook her head and snapped out of it. She didn't want to stand around and stare at everyone when her guest of honor was right next to her. That would be rude. Holly most likely wouldn't have noticed - in fact, only keen and observant eyes would have even noticed in the first place. Which, fortunately for her, weren't made for cheap.

Another man hobbling into the Mean Bean caused Deborah to turn her head around and look back at him. A man had to be in his early thirties and dressed up like a rich man, piercing green eyes, tall. The most standout feature was that he didn't exactly walk right (Stems from a past injury). Well, the cane made it obvious, power, but thanks anyway. He looked vaguely familiar to her, like she's seen him before - it took a moment or two to recall that this man was on the News a few times. Baron Moreau, psychologist extraordinaire. Debby was glad that she watched the news, or else she wouldn't have learned about such a fascinating man. She would have said something to him, but she thought that it was for the best that she leave him alone.

That said, Deborah found herself and Holly a chair and casually sat down on it. She probably should get them something to drink before they have a conversation. "Now, Holly, letm-" She was about to get up, when Holly forcibly excused herself. "... Ooookay." Deborah said with a smirk as she sat back down, but her eyes whipped towards Holly's destination. A redhaired boy who was struggling to pay for the coffee, Deborah hadn't been paying that much attention to him - because come on, you should always check to see if you have enough money before trying to make a purchase. Deborah would have pitched in herself, but she wasn't a charity here. Clearly Holly was the nicer person out of the pair as she gave money out of her own wallet. Once again, the woman had to smile at the act of kindness. "That was so sweet of you, Holly." Deborah said the moment Holly sat back down, following it up with a tooth baring smile. She reached back and fiddled with her ponytail a bit, as she looked at Holly. Oh yeah, the fair. Holly asked about that. So Deborah was going to answer. "Oh, yeah, I'm going to be at the fair. You know how many people I know are going to show up there? You just know I have to be there. I'm bringing Jago and Newt along, since, while those two are a pain in my behind, they actually like the fair...."

Surely enough, the boy that Holly helped hobbled his way over to their table. It was instinct when Deborah shot him a disarming smile. "Hey there," Deborah greeted him, almost like she had expected him to sit down. Now that she got a good look at him... He was certainly the scrawny type. Like the kind of kid that didn't get to see too much sunlight because he's playing WoW all day. Even Jago had more size than him. Now, Deborah wasn't the type to judge people for their differing lifestyles (Everyone has a role to play, everyone, even the most "insignificant" people are all relevant in their own ways) but the boy's... lack of confidence (Don't lie, I can tell by the way you carry yourself), kinda pushed him further into computer nerd territory. But if it wasn't for Deborah's power, it seemed like the boy was developing a crush on Holly. She quietly laughed. She hadn't seen too much of Lenny, so she couldn't really tell if they would make a good couple.

Lenny somewhat disappointed Deborah. He didn't sit down, instead thanking them and leaving a note on a napkin for Holly... Yup. Acute lack of confidence. But she was sure they would cross paths again. This city isn't so big if you get down to it. "... Merry Christmas to you too." Deborah said under her breath and smiled. But the first thing she did was look over Holly's shoulder to see what it said (Having a few inches over Holly came in handy sometimes). Of course it was a bit of an invasion of privacy, but her curious was just too great! It was... a coupon? But that wasn't what caught Deborah's eye, what did was the "Metahuman Electrician/Appliance Handyman" line. Was he saying that he was a Meta-human, this openly? That was brass, to say the least. While it could be worse, there was still a massive prejudice against Meta-humans. Which is why Deborah keeps her power between other Meta-humans. Can't discriminate against the group you're apart of, correct? Wait, this means that he also left Holly his number....

.... Not so timid after all. Haha. She laughed quietly.

He left, and another man came in. It was Baron, the older man. Deborah turned her gaze upon the man (He is thanking Holly for her good deeds). See? She knew that she would find some reason to talk to the man. To an outsider, it would look like he was trying to flirt with the girls - looking like your usual handsome devil and all - Deborah knew he had better intentions. He wouldn't have gotten anywhere with them otherwise. Well, might as well make the most of this.

"Hello, there," Deborah greeted Baron, not breaking eye-contact with him. She didn't respond to any of his other comments, because that was Holly's job. Though, her eyes wandered downwards towards the box. Croissants. Yum. Baron was presenting them like they were his gift to them. Again, Deborah smiled warmly. "Oh, thank you sir." She was about to reach to grab one, when she choose not to. They were more for Holly - Deborah didn't do anything to deserve a gift, after all. "I'm Deborah, you? I swear I've seen you on TV somewhere...." She did know the answer to that question, but she was trying to stir up conversation.
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Friday, December 3rd, 2015. 1:03 am.

Darren Shaw

Lights, Music, Atmosphere. Darren had managed to score a late night gig a couple of days ago, at a small time club called "Club Pulse" and at this moment, he was experiencing all three things that made a good night at the club to him- lights, music and atmosphere. Darren was currently playing a track created by himself, which had a slow tempo to begin with and was now slowly building to the drop. This was more mellow than most of his tracks and the club-goers in front of him were dancing at about the same pace. Darren took a swig of his cold beer beside him as he checked everything was working on his MacBook, adorned with many stickers all over the back, to his left and checked the deck to his right. Darren sidestepped over to his Akai MPC 1000 beat pad and played out the drop to his song. The crowd cheered and whooped to the song. This was going to be a really good night.
Saturday, December 4th, 2015. 11:23 am.

Darren slowly opened his eyes as sunlight beamed through his bedroom window, he was suddenly awokened to the sound of his phone ringing out "Iron", a song by a british DJ called Calvin Harris. Without checking, Darren reached over, grabbed his phone from his bed side table and answered the call, "Hello?" He said.

"Hey Darren, it's me Matt." A familiar voice said over the phone.

"Oh. Hey Matt, what's going on?" Darren answered back, rubbing his face with his free hand.

"Did I wake you?"

"No. No, no, no. I just had a gig last night that's all." Darren answered back as he got out of bed and stretched.

"Oh sweet man, how much did you get paid?" His friend Matthew asked.

"Two hundred and fifty for six hours." Darren replied.

"Nice man, so what you doing later tonight?" Matt asked.

"Uhhhh, hang on a second." Darren said as he sidestepped to his calendar. "Nothing, why? What's happening?" He asked curiously.

"Durr, the festival?" Matt leered, jokingly.

"Oh, that's tonight?" Darren asked, but in his head he just answered his own question.

"Yep."

"You know there's going to be loads of metas going?" Darren warned.

"I've got you, ain't I?" Matt joked.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, I'll be at yours for half one, sound good?" Darren asked.

"See ya then." Matt said.

"Bye." Darren said as he hung up and locked the phone. He checked the time- 11:30. Matt's house was an hour away walking but Darren could run there in half if he used... inventive traversal (parkour), so he carried out with his morning routine which consisted of showering, brushing his teeth, getting dressed (today Darren chose dark blue boot cut jeans, a white t-shirt completely covered in tribal patterns and a navy blue zip-up hoodie) and having breakfast which took him about an hour. 30 minutes to kill. Darren switched on the TV just in time to see the report about the arrest of Frost Beast. "So he did get caught." Darren said to himself. Good. There were always meta-humans mistreating their powers, so to Darren it was a good thing they had NEST. Darren flicked through the channels till 1 o' clock when he left the house.

Darren was at a running pace even though to him this felt like a light jog. Darren carried on left straight from his house and cut through the park. He had to vault over a park bench which he done pretty easily. To get quickly to Matt's house, he had to hop over a wire fence which lead down to a long, straight alley. One by one, Darren alternately raised his hands and legs to climb to the top of the wire fence before vaulting over. Darren continued down the alley and when he reached the end of it, he was facing Matthew's street. He walked down the end of the street and knocked on Matthew's door. It swung open to reveal a male with blonde hair similar to Darren's age.

"Hey man, good to see ya!" Matt greeted to Darren.

"Yo man, how's it going?" Darren said,

"Going good, you?" Matt said.

"Yeah, fine mate." Darren replied.

"Well come on in, make yourself at home. I'll get us some drinks." Matt offered.

"Thanks dude." Darren said as he walked into the living room. It was quite spacious with a red couch, facing a fairly large TV. Darren asked for a soda when Matt asked and they joined each other on the couch.

"So you coming tonight?" Matt asked.

"I don't think I have a choice do I?" Darren said jokingly.

"Nope." Matt replied with a grin, he switched the tv on to some cop show. "So did you hear about Frost Beast?" Matt questioned.

"Yeah, got arrested didn't he?" Darren recalled. Matt confirmed his answer then surprised him with a question he never thought he'd hear.

"Hey Darren, what's it like being a Meta?" He asked, still watching the TV. Darren really had to think about this one.

"It's uhhhhh, a cautious life, is probably the best way to put it." Darren finally answered after about a minute.

"Huh." Matt said
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Henry pinched his nose as Shannon left the building. Good grief was she a thorn in his ass. Of all of his regulars, she was by far the most annoying, stuck up, and overall asinine. Her friends Deborah and Jago and Newt and Sugar, they were all pretty good. Her? Nooooooo, she had to treat him like an animal, as if he was going to snap at her. She was a hypocritical woman, wanting equality for herself and homosexuals and other oppressed groups, which he was all for. But then she'd go and treat him like an animal instead of the person he was. He couldn't respect that. He sighed, he had been called in during his off time. It wasn't very common but he knew he kind needed to earn his keep a little bit. Most Apartment buildings close to him dont allow pets.

He looked down at Shannon's father, his reptilian eyes scanning him, analyzing the small details of his appearance and taking in his sent. He never forgot what a person smelt like. He smelt of sterile equipment, cleaning alcohol, and stale soap. He would require a sponge bath soon, it seemed. Well, he didn't want any part of that. He took one last look at the equipment around the room and decided it was best that he left it here for the NEST agents that would be monitoring him until he either died or woke up. Easy jobs, easy money. Lucky them. He tore his eyes away and grabbed his coat, dawning the huge leather jacket like it was nothing. It fit him well, despite looking so big. He took one last glance at the man through the doorway, before turning away and heading out.

He exited the building a few minutes after Shannon did. He was out having lunch with a friend of his. Specifically his partner in crime Fred. Fred was a huge turtle man straight out of TMNT. Excellent guy all around. He was glad that he had been partnered with him when we was nineteen all those years ago. They'd been working together ever since. He came up and opened the car door. It was a huge G63. Six wheels in total, and looked more like something out of the military despite being a Mercedes. He turned it on, and looked over to the passneger's seat. There there a box full of donuts sitting there. "I swear to god if the chocolate somehow melted..." He muttered. He knew it was winter, but he had seen some odd shit happen He reclined back in his seat and shut the door, watching carefully for his tail, and opened the box, grabbing one of the donuts and popping it into his mouth. He pulled his forearm around and tapped away on the device that was attached to his suite. It looked similar to a sleeker 'Pip Boy 3000'. He swiped through the layout of the device before he came up to his contact of Fred, which was a picture of Fred and himself. Fred had a pink moustache and huge shades on, with a top hat, and he had a clown wig on. He wished he could remember how and when that picture was taken.

He tapped the voice message option, and began speaking. "Hey Fred, sorry again for having to leave. I'll buy you a beer later. There's some Christmas festival tonight, meet up with me there. Oh, and do you wanna hang out at your cabin tonight or do you wanna hang out at my place and play videogames or something? I'll see you soon." he said, ending the message and sending it. He noticed that the radio was playing a Christmas song, like they usually did this time of year. His voice was deep naturally, so it was one of the few times he could actually sing along with the songs. Grinch was always one of his favorites because he could sing along with it nicely.

Well, he thought he could. He didn't know what other people thought.

He put the car in reverse, and turned around, reversing out of the parking lot, and slamming on the breaks as several teenagers ran behind his truck. He rolled down his window, and angry look on his face. "Watch where you're running!" he shouted to them. One of the kids, a larger boy, turned around. "Metas! Captain, metas that way!" he shouted back in a paniced tone, pointing off in some direction. "At the abandoned skating rink!" he shouted over his shoulder before dissappearing around the corner of the building.
It didn't take especially long to reach the skate rink, it wasn't too far away since he was in that part of town. As soon as he stepped out of the car and shut the door he picked up two familiar scents right off the bat. "Damnit, kids." he mumbled under his breath. He pulled his jacket on over his exosuite and trudged through the snow. He could smell them. He reached the wall of the building and looked up, his keen eyes looking over the building with an intense and analytical glare. He sighed, and took his hands out of his jacket pockets, and pressed them on the wall, hissing slightly as his warm scales met cold cement. His tongue flicked out.

He could smell Newt. He could smell that she had been here.

He followed her scent up to a window, he craned his neck around it, attempting to find a way that he could geometrically fit through the window. It was too small for him. He would have to go around. He snorted, and stepped back, walking around the building to the doors, which had been boarded shut. To a lesser being, this would have been the end of the road, but Henry was different. He fell back on his tail, his two huge and muscular legs lifting like a Kangaroo, and with more force than any human could muster he delivered a powerful kick to the door, smashing throught the wood and nearly ripping the door off of it's hinges. It was permanently bent now, but the boards were broken. Falling back to his feet Henry placed his hand on the door, pushing it open.

There in the middle of the rink was Newt and Jago. Newt looks like she was in mid celebration at beating Jago in a game. Henry looked at them for a moment, his eyes going over their expressions and outlines. The light poared into the room, shading his figure as it did so. He released a great breath. "Some kids told me there were meta humans going crazy here." he said. "Seeing that's not true and you haven't done anything, you wont be in any trouble." He continued. "But I cant have you hanging around in a closed place. No one is supposed to be here until it's torn down and rebuilt, it's dangerous. If something happened to you no one would know where you were. Does Deborah know you're here?" He said, still making no advancement towards them. "I can give you both a ride home if you two want. I have donuts in my car if you want some."
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"Well, that was fun." Maki sighed contentedly as she slipped on her jeans, looking at the redhead giggling on her bed. She picked up her bra and the remainder of her clothing from the floor and dressed herself, the moonlight giving a ghostly hue to her tattoos. When her partner for the evening had seen them for the first time when she undressed there was an appreciative moan at how domineering it made Maki look, and the Japanese had not disappointed when she pushed the girl onto the bed. Now, however, she had somewhere else to be.

"It's Christmas, stay." There was a whine coming from the redhead, and Maki managed a charming smile but shook her head.

"Your sister wouldn't be very happy to hear that you slept with her savior." Maki replied with a giggle of her own. "And it's Christmas, that's why I have to go collect my presents."
Or so she had said. Still, there wasn't much for the young woman to do now that she was on the street again but put up with the cold and wonder why she had even let that redhead talk her into staying for a Christmas dinner. Company was fine and all, but Maki didn't do the whole domestic thing. Especially not on Christmas. Don't start. Not today. Not this year. The whole holiday season was a real depressing period for the Asian woman, and her friends knew it. She had yet to find her parents' killers and every Christmas or family holiday was a reminder of that. Having sex with a hot girl was just a distraction from her foul mood, but now she only had her thoughts left to keep her company.

She sighed and took a right, heading back for the bar. She was off her shift already, but there was no point hanging out by herself and trying to keep from looking for a razor or some rope. Her mind would go there eventually if she stayed alone and unsupervised. Well, she could round up a few of the kids and bring them in the back. Tom didn't mind her borrowing the kitchen for them for birthdays or holidays as long as she didn't go overboard. That settled it. She needed it nice, cosy little party with the kids. In fact, they usually hung out nearby...

Maki turned down an alleyway, a shortcut to the arcade where the homeless children always hung around. The owner let them in when it was cold outside and the patrons were usually nice enough to spare some change on their way out or in. She could always find at least a couple of them loitering around for those reasons, and she'd get them to spread the word and throw a little Christmas feast. Well, that was the plan. It was very abruptly interrupted by someone running down into the alley and straight into her.

"Ow! Watch where you're going assho- Johnny?" Maki recognized the man before her. He was a thief through and through, but had a Robin Hood mentality insofar as he shared his spoils with the other homeless so they could buy meals and stuff. Though he had a knack for bringing trouble with him because the man had no sense of restraint when he was stealing from people. Cops and drug dealers weren't safe from his hands, and that usually meant a lot of running and yelling when he got caught. The look on his face told her this was the case now. Especially since he recognized her and smiled immediately.

"Oh, thank God you're here! I need some hel-"

"Stop. Stop right there." Maki silenced him by pressing a hand to his mouth and glaring at him. "It's Christmas and I am not getting in a fight with some cops or gangbangers because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself this one night. Who the hell did you try to rip off anyway?"

Her question was answered as three very angry looking men entered the alley shortly after. Their gang tattoos were prominent in the light and they headed straight for the pair. "Of course you had to pick the Iron Skulls to piss off. They're only the largest supplier of street weapons in the area, what could go wrong?" She sighed sarcastically at Johnny before letting him go and leaned against a dumpster. The reason why they even had "iron" in their name was because of how well armed they were. She could hear the threats coming in from the gangsters, threatening all sorts of bodily harm.

"It's Christmas, gents. Surely we can avoid doing this for one night?" Maki called out, her voice sweet and charming, trying her best to seem as if she wasn't tense and ready for a fight. This was bad. If these bastards pulled their guns, all they had to do in this narrow alleyway was fire in their general direction to kill them. Sure, the sound might draw too much attention and bring the cops around, but that was no consolation to a couple of dead bodies.

"Yeah, well he shouldn't picked Christmas night to fuck around with us then." The leader retorted. Maki knew the gang well enough to tell he simply had seniority on the other two, because there was none of the usual indications that he held any kind of rank in the gang. Well, hoping that they would recognize who she was from the tattoo on her arm, she crossed it and made sure it was prominent.

"Come on, he's going to use that money to buy everyone in the sewers a hot meal tonight. Let it slide this once, just for tonight." She appealed. It sounded reasonable, but the look in her eyes and the way she was had her legs crossed in her leaning position told them she wasn't joking around or that they weren't getting past to Johnny unless they went through her first.

"Dude, that tattoo on her arm... She's the one they call Angel, right? She does favours for the boss now and then?" One of them asked in a hush whisper. Maki only caught it because she had superhuman hearing, but she was trying hard not to smirk and give the game away. The leader narrowed his eyes and studied her tattoo, before sighing. He nodded to his friend's comment and stepped back.

"Just this once, and only because you're the one who asked."
"You're a colossal moron." Maki snapped as she counted how much Johnny had stolen. Two hundred dollars. Enough for a Christmas feast for twent, by their standards. Not enough to risk getting shot by gangsters. "You almost got us killed for two hundred dollars."

"Well, they backed off."

"Only because I asked nicely." She drawled, and removed thirty dollars for herself. "That's tax for saving your ass. The kids will have a good time in the arcade tonight, and you're paying."

"What did they mean by you doing favours for their boss?" Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow as he took the rest of the money and pocketed it. Of course that was the only thing that interested him from the whole exchange. Not thanking her for saving his sorry butt.

"I run messages for them and tip them off when the cops are planning to raid them from time to time, when I hear about it. In exchange, their boss is tracking down who sold the guns that killed my family." Maki replied flatly. "And that is all you're getting out of me on that matter. I'm off to the arcade."
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The restaurant was certainly bustling with activity-Holly smiled softly to herself, thinking about her earlier musings on fate. Well, Holly wasn't entirely sure she believed in fate-if anything, fate was a mere extension of the divine (just as luck, Holly believed, was a little leftover residue from design). Was it the Lord's will that boy had not enough to change to pay his meal? Holly wasn't arrogant enough to speak on behalf of God, but she attempted to keep an open mind. Cliche and trite as it may be, it wasn't very often He acted in overt ways. Perhaps coming up a few quarters too short to cover a drink would have far more serious repercussions. Or maybe they'd just cross paths later and have a conversation starter. Regardless, Holly was happy to have helped, and sipped her cocoa eagerly.

"I'm doing great!" Holly replied to Deborah. "School's-well, school, but it's not too bad. And soccer starts up in the spring. And the gym sounds lovely! I've never been to one before so you might have to show me the ropes. Oooh, maybe literally! Do they have ropes in gyms? Or was that just in the movies?" Clambering up a rope seemed like fun. For the male onlookers, it was also quite enjoyable. Fun for everyone! "Oh, I'm rambling again. Silly me." Holly cupped both hands around her, uh, cup, as she listened to Deborah's plans for the evening. "Jago and Newt! It's been too long since I've seen them! How are they doing? Not to invite myself, but I'd love to tagalong and see them if you don't mind. I-"

Oh! The boy she'd bought coffee for had returned. Poor thing was a bit awkward and uneasy. Well, Holly assumed, perhaps he was just shy around strangers. Perfectly understandable. Holly'd never been one to be shy, but she could understand it. The less naive idea of Lenny being off-put by approaching two attractive girls went over Holly's head entirely, as did the idea that he had subtly left her his number-Holly simply wasn't one to think of such things, and it was maddening to anyone who ever tried to hit on her. "Thank you!" She said to Lenny, offering him a wide smile. "Merry Christmas!" she said to him as he fled. "Oh, poor thing. So nervous. Nothing to be ashamed about, everybody gets a little short on change sometimes."She read over the coupon for a moment. "Well that was nice of him! I didn't know electricians hired so yo-ah, that explains it! A metahuman! Maybe that's why he was shy, he was afraid we would be discriminatory or something." Holly folded up the note tucking it into her purse-and someone with a keen eye would note she was, in fact, glowing just a tad bit. Scarcely anything noticeable, more akin to "the glow" that pregnant women have (although that would NOT be the same glow Holly had-how scandalous!) "Meta-humans. Such a hot topic. I don't get why people can't jus-"

Once again, Holly was interrupted-however, she didn't view it as such. When one had to change the channel from one's favorite show to see that they'd won the lottery, was that an interruption? Or when a car crash on the interstate forced you to take a far more scenic and prettier detour, was that an interruption? Or when a man showed up with croissants in the middle of a conversation, was that an interruption? Nothing was an interruption to Holly. Just an unexpected twist that offered something new. Her almost unnerving optimism was hard to damper, and to some seemed contrived-but Holly was resolute. To her, life was too beautiful to worry and fret about it. You did good deeds where you could and enjoyed it (wholesomely) where you could. Nothing more to it! Everyone always trying to control the world around them. No sense in that. No sense in that at all. "Why, thank you! In the spirit of Christmas indeed. And for a total stranger, how kind." Holly smiled to herself. And to everyone. (Holly smiles a fucking lot, have I conveyed that yet?) Ah, nice to see others going out on a limb for strangers. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit! Or perhaps Hobbes was just rolling over in his grave. Holly took one of the croissants and broke off a piece of it, swallowing it. "Mmm! Deb, why didn't we get croissants? These are delicious. Thank you! And you may have seen him on a, oh, what are they called...crime scene investigation?" she glanced at Baron to make sure she was speaking correctly. "At least, I think that's where I recognize you! You were doing a forensic analysis of a killer a while back. I think psychology must be so interesting. Helping people through their problems and fears and such. Probably lots of good stories." Holly took another bite of her croissant. Ah. She wasn't the type to curse, but if she were, its buttery warmth may have elicited an obscenity. She wondered if she'd been too forward identifying Baron. Would he be creeped out or anything? She hoped not. But if so, that was okay. Sometimes things just didn't work out the way you wanted. No sense in being disappointed when they didn't. No sense at all.
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“Absolutely,” Baron assured with a reciprocating smile, “I ought to be saying the same for that boy you helped.”

The boy, whom, he had noticed stopped by to give a thank-you note or something similar and had absconded before he had arrived to the table. He heard some curious exclamations about meta-humans. Was the boy perhaps one of them? From the looks of him, he certainly had some problems of his own. Some problems that Baron could probably aid him in... but his services weren't totally free. But if worst comes to worst, it might have to come to that. He'd at least some insight into the meta-human psyche, then.

Deborah's hesitation didn't escape Baron's notice. He glanced over and met her introduction with a similar smile. “It is nice to meet you Deborah. Please, go ahead and take one. They're for all of us.”

As if to demonstrate, the doctor picked up a croissant of his own and took a small bite of the dainty, buttery pastry.

“Mmm!” Holly had chimed. “Deb, why didn't we get get croissants? These are delicious. Thank you!”

Baron nodded his head in reply. “It is my pleasure."

"I swear I've seen you on TV somewhere...." Deborah said to Baron.

“You may have seen him on a... oh, what are they called... crime scene investigation?" She glanced at Baron to make sure she was speaking correctly. Baron nodded to her in approval. "At least, I think that's where I recognize you! You were doing a forensic analysis of a killer a while back. I think psychology must be so interesting. Helping people through their problems and fears and such. Probably lots of good stories."

“My, my!” Baron laughed. “I should probably be keeping a lower profile! Fame isn't really my thing. At least, not until I'm on my deathbed, you know?”

He sat in his chair straighter and taller and straightened his tie, in order for a proper introduction. “My name is Baron,” he said, “or Barry, whichever you would prefer. Most people know me by Dr. Moreau.”

Baron relaxed in his chair once again and look at Deborah and then back to Holly. “If I am hearing this right, I am supposing you are interested in psychology, miss...?”
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Aisha "Newt" & Jago Javuant.
"I win, I win, I wiiiiin, I win..." Newt repeated again and again as she danced a circle around Jago. With the cheekiest smile on her face. Jago merely looked at her with the driest of all looks, and propped his head onto the palm of his hand. Waiting patiently for Newt to stop rubbing it in already. However, Newt suddenly came to a stop once those ears of hers picked up something. She froze like a statue, and didn't move a muscle. The sound was a car pulling up, and the door slamming shut behind whoever this new person was. Newt heard footsteps and breathing approach, but unfortunately her sense of smell wasn't as good as Henry's, so it was hard for her to pick up the scent. All the people it could be quickly ran through her head, but first and foremost, she knew that they were trouble.

"It's the fuzz!" Newt whipped around and shouted at Jago at the exact moment Henry kicked down the door. Bah. What a dick. Now they have to put that back up or else the crackheads will pour in here! He could have knocked, or take a side entrance. But noooo, he had to kick down the door like some god damn action here. Nothing could have annoyed Newt more than that. Even seeing her friend was overshadowed by the damage.

Oh boy. Jago rolled his eyes as he raised his handheld above his head and snapped his DS close. Looks like those little bitches had to run off and get NEST's little pet iguana to fight their battle. Pa-thetic in all it's definitions. But, Jago was gonna set those bitches straight later, what he should be worrying about is what's happening now. Lizard-fucker is probably gonna to bust a nut because they're somewhere they're not supposed to be. A nasty ass roller rink that is literally a waste of space! Look at all the trouble they're causing here. Well, maybe shooting snowballs at people counted as "causing trouble" - but, man, if you can't take a itty bitty snow hitting you in the face, then get the fuck back inside and play with your barbie dolls like the kitten you are. But whatever, not everyone is tough enough to take it. That's fine. What isn't is running to the man whenever you get in over your head. And lo and behold, here they are, probably about to get bitched at because they aren't being "model citizens" (What the fuck is a model citizen anyway? Someone who kisses politician ass all day?).

Jago sighed, and, yes, rolled his eyes one more time. He jumped up to his feet to a hop, and just knew when the lecture was coming. Pttf. He knew what Henry was going to say - and to the surprise of no one, he wasn't wrong. Blah, blah, blah, those kids told the teacher on them. Blah, blah, blah, they can't be hanging around in here (It's dangerous!). Blah, blah, blah, does anyone know they're here? Of course nobody knows they're here. "Pttf, it's a hideout, dumbass. No one suppose to know where we are." Jago whispered to himself as he didn't break eyecontact with Henry, he crossed his arms tightly. Yeah, Henry's point went clean over Jago's head. Giving them a ride home? What's going to stop them from coming right back? Absolutely nothing. He knew that the great and powerful Agents of NEST have bigger fish to fry than two bored fourteen year olds. Like murk that sex-crazed maniac that keeps jerking off to animal-meta porn all over the city. Shit's nasty!

"Hey, Henry!" Newt says so cheerfully that it's almost like they weren't in trouble. Newt herself, didn't care too much that Henry's making them leave. Because - like Jago - she knew that they could come back anytime they want.... and play more Pokemon.... Which they can do anywhere, really. Okay, maybe they could find somewhere else to play Pokemon. Actually, unlike Jago, Newt was more willing to listen to Henry. Maybe it was because he was her fascination with reptiles personified (Or deep down, she had respect for him - but fuck admitting that.). So, she was more willing to head somewhere else. "Donuts!" She said as she casually walked over to the exit, then towards Henry's car.

Jago threw his hands up the second Newt walked over to Henry. Seriously, why is everyone dick riding Henry? Still, Jago remained adamantly where he was. His legs weren't moving unless they're going to Henry a swift kick to the ass! Well, maybe he could get a giggle or two out of pressing Henry's buttons. "Make us leave just so we can come back two minutes later? Sure thaaaaang, Lizardman..." Jago gave him a cocky smile as he brushed some of his locks from in front of his face. It was the look that was supposed to piss Henry off - because actions speak louder than words, baby!
Shannon & Blathnat "Sugar" Balore.


"Dammit, Blathnat..." Shannon moaned under her breath, getting a brief, curious, look from her younger sister, whom was holding onto her hand. Walking several districts was a pain in the ass, especially when she could have been home by now. Her feet were hurting, and she needed a break. Where was she now? Shannon took one look around, and noticed, because of the lack of formal and quite frankly rustic buildings, that she was most likely in Arcadia Heights, Black Fall's downtown district. Usually where all the sheep go to play. Shannon rolled her eyes. Because of this damn fair, the place is loaded with people. More likely than not looking for place to park. Ugh. This place was too crowded for her liking - her grip around Sugar's hand tightened - but she felt like there was no point in heading back to Westgate. It was a pretty long walk, and they're going to head straight back here.... on foot. Yeah, that wasn't ideal in Shannon's head. They're in Arcadia Heights, the one place they advertised as being the most "fun" part of this city. Shannon flicked a strand of hair out of her face as she looked around. Well, she only had  a handful of money on her, and she was famous for saving her family money on clothes (Because why buy clothes when you can make your own?). So shopping was out of the question. The two Balores stopped at an intersection, just a random one, but Shannon's hand was being pulled by Blathnat. The woman turned her head back and looked back at Sugar.

"Sister!" Sugar loudly shouted, her tiny finger was pointing in the direction of a particular building. Shannon's head whipped towards it... The large and bright neon sign (glowing) of ARCADE BLUES above the entrance which had the appearance of an old-timey movie theater, except much more colorful and eye catching. Going off the cyan, blood red, and paper white colors of the building. Through the doors, Shannon could already see the neon lights and the glow radiating off the Arcade machines... Older games? Most likely. This had to be the famous "Arcade Blues" of Arcadia Heights. Debby told her that it's a hangout for kids. Not really Shannon's kind of place, but if Sugar wants to go there, it'd be a great place to pass time. Maybe she can get Debby to show up.

"Can we go to the arcade?" Sugar calmly asked. She grabbed onto Shannon's larger hand with both hands, rather tightly. Hopping up and done, that calmness she had a second ago completely disappeared. "Can we pleease?"

Well, since Blathnat asked so nicely... Shannon couldn't refuse. "Yes, Sugar. We better stick around Arcadia until the fair starts." She said as she started walking towards the Arcade. She briefly wondered where Cassidy was, Sugar's mother. Hmph. She expected the woman to show up to the Fair only to get drunk off her ass somewhere. What a disgusting woman that is an insult to her Irish heritage (That Shannon shares by half).

"Yay!" Sugar quickly ran over towards the Arcade, dragging Shannon along with a similar tight grip. Shannon herself found it amazing how quickly the girl could walk missing a leg. But maybe it was that child-like excitement that hasn't wanned since the accident.

But, the child's enthusiasm was not too appreciated by her older sister. "Blathnat! Calm down!" Shannon shouted at her younger sister, who didn't seem to listen at all (Usually she gets annoyed when called by her real name).

It wasn't long until both of them, both Balores, were in the arcade. It didn't look too different from other arcades, honestly. It was a large building separated into rows and rows by arcade machines. Many different arcade machines, of new and old. The carpet was a dark-blue color with a star pattern splattered on them. The ceiling were plain white tiles, with lights built into them. Not so crowded today, at least a handful of people here. Probably because it just opened, what, thirty minutes ago? It was good for Sugar, because she could get on and play whatever she wanted to. Sugar quickly ran through the aisles, looking for something to play.

All while Shannon was walking up to a machine... A little machine that exchanges dollars for quarters, since the machines here take only quarters. An attempt to appease the retro-tryhards, whatever. Shannon pulled out her wallet out of her purse and stuck in two fives. That should be enough to keep Blathnat busy for now... Unless Little Flower demands that Shannon plays. Ugh. Either way, the machine spat out the correct amount of coins - forty coins. Shannon scooped them all into her purse and walked over to the machine that Sugar choose to play. Pacman. Hm, Shannon had expected her little sister to play something else, but whatever she chooses. "Here you go," Shannon said as she slid the quarters into the coin slot, and Sugar sat down on the stool that was placed in front of every machine. Otherwise - given her height - it'd be hard for her to sit down.

"You're not going to play?" Sugar turned her head towards her older sister, placing both of her hands on the machine's controls. The game's intro sequence had finished, and she was thrusted into the game. Though, she continued looking at Shannon.

"Not this time, Sugar, you go play and have your fun." Shannon leaned up against the machine that was right next to Sugar, and crossed her arms over her chest. Letting out a quiet sigh as Sugar enjoyed herself.
Deborah Lillian Javuant.
When Holly took a bite out of the pastry, Deborah's eyes peered over to her, and were locked on the croissant as she bit down on it. Then, she scanned for any changes in body language, but Holly's reaction told Deborah that she liked it - even without her power informing her. Well, there was a little perk with her power. It told her when other people thought food was nasty. So, that was motivation enough for her to take one. She broke off a piece of a completely separate one, a corner, and slid it into her mouth. Mmmmmm... the texture, the butter, the flavor. This is delicious! "Dunno why we didn't get these, girl. But I know what we're going to get next time...." She affirmed, looking over to Holly with a playful smile. She grabbed the whole croissant and tore it into two large pieces. Deborah enjoyed Baron's act of charity, to say the least. Holly clearly knew who Baron was, going off what she just said about what she heard about him. Hm. The same thing that she had heard about him herself. The fantastic Mr. Moreau. Sharing his psychological expertise with the world. You know, Deborah knew that she could learn something from Baron. Her power made her naturally interested in psychology - but far as she can tell, Baron was no Meta (If he was a fellow information-type, Deborah wouldn't have been able to read him). It was all talent, and hard work. Deborah never saw her power as a "skill", or a "talent", it was a gift. Nothing more, nothing less. Which is why she was interested in him.

"Ah, that's it!" Deborah said to Holly, following up the statement with quiet laughter. She already pegged Baron, but she felt like this was a more... natural turn of events. "It is great to meet you Mr. Moreau." But that was all Deborah said. She felt like the real conversation was between Holly and Baron, and that she had no place to insert herself. Which is fine. Deborah was the observer, she watches, quietly, and lets things play out so that she could learn from it. Besides, she only really spoke when she had something to say, and, this time, she had nothing to say.

Deborah took another bite of her croissant.
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Darren Shaw
Matthew checked the time on his watch. "Hey, Darren, we got time 'til the fair, want to doss about in the arcade until then? Like old times?" The non-meta human suggested. Darren figured this would be a good way to catch up rather than dossing about in Matt's house.

"Hehe, sounds good. Like old times." Darren replied smiling to Matt. After Matthew turned off the TV, they both hurried out the door to get in Matt's car. With his hands in his hoodie pockets, Darren walked out the door first and then turned to face Matt as he locked the door. When he turned back to the street, he was looking at Matt's old dark blue Ford Fiesta, which was Matt's first car and to Darren, no matter how glamorous or not so (in their case, it was the latter) a car was a car and the old Ford got the job done so Darren couldn't really complain. Matt unlocked the car and they both got in following that all important click sound. Matt turned the key in the ignition and off they went towards Arcadia Heights.

When they arrived, it was already bustling with the populace making finding a parking spot very difficult. However, after 20 minutes of frustrating searching and assholes taking spaces seconds before Matt and Darren do, they finally found a space about a ten minute walk away from the actual arcade. They had to sure through the bustling crowd, but managed to talk over the chatter to hear each other. "So, you looking forward to the fair?" Matt asked, well shouted more like just to be heard.

"Yeah man, should be fun, yourself?" Darren replied, talking just as loud just to be heard.

"Haha, yeah dude, although..." Matt began shuffling closer. "I'm gonna keep my eye out for a couple of chicks, ya get me?" He said quieter, elbowing Darren jokingly which Darren chuckled and rolled his eyes. They didn't talk much, to busy concentrating on sidestepping the members of the crowd as best as they could to get to the Arcade. Finally they made it and made their way inside and immediately made their way to the change machine, putting in a five dollar bill in each and each taking their respective change. They began with some sort of two player, futuristic shooting game appropriately named "Alien Genocide VI: Retribution" and the controls were simple: Aim the plastic gun at the screen, pull the trigger to shoot and press on a pedal to take cover. The two spent five straight minutes shooting aliens in a Halo style before finally losing. "Yo Matt, grab us two a drink would ya please?" Darren asked politely, handing his friend a couple of dollars. After his friend hurried to the concession, Darren quickly scanned the arcade and noticed a woman, clearly bored out of her mind so he walked over. "You look like you're having fun?" Darren joked, smiling. "The name's Darren by the way." He said, introducing himself and offering his hand.
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Harmon Rottlage
Wide awake, waiting like a target

Listening for things I cannot see

Insects flutter up against my window

I don’t like the way they look at me

Harmon’s just sitting there now, mouth agape, ‘staring’ at a screen full of flickering static. The television had long stopped showing anything that could hold his interest. He’s sitting there, on the end of the bed, wrapped in his blanket, watching static. He’s relaxed. Why would anyone disturb him?

He would.

There’s a knock on the door. Harmon’s startled, and the television screen stutters and goes black. The light flickers but corrects itself. Harmon slowly rises from his bed and examines the door. More knocking. He can’t see whose outside – either they have no electronic devices with them, or they were protected by advanced anti-meta hardware. So… whoever they were… they were most likely NEST. Harmon picked up his camera, slowly made his way to the door, and reached for the handle.

“Social services!”

The door flies open with a kick, smacking Harmon in his head. He doubles back, falling onto the floor, against the nightstand. He scrambles for his camera, breath pounding through his lungs as he aims the camera at the hulking figure standing in his doorway.

The man walks inside, his combat boots caressing the floor with each step. There’s this sense of gross pride to his walk that leaves Harmon all the more fearful. A tall, bulky man dressed in layers of warm, NEST-issued garbs, covered in a plated jacket. He’s fair-skinned with a shaved head, the light brown of his hair still peeking through around the top. His ears are large and pressed against his head a little. The rest of his features are… average. But his dark brown eyes are barely open, squinting gently, dead focused on Harmon.

And his smile.

His horrible, disingenuous, downright perverted smile, that he never dropped.

“Harmon?” He says in a calm, playful, antagonizing tone. “Remember me?” He did this to Harmon every time he was assigned to “collect” him. Tested his memory, berated him when he couldn’t come up with the correct answer. Harmon tried to build up that little shred of memory of this man that was always left when they plucked his head clean, but… it was never enough. And thus, he was always at the man’s whim. This time, however, he would try.

“Y-y-… yes…” Harmon mutters.

“Yeah?” The man replies, “What’s my name then, H-H-Harmon?” The stutter is intentional, and mocking in tone. He had a tendency for that, mocking people. Harmon mustered every shred of mental willpower he could and focused on the man’s name. “I-… I, G-…” He stutters, the man mouthing Harmon’s words along with him, still smiling, timing him. Harmon’s thoughts are rapid now, beaming from letter to letter. It’s… it’s something starting with an F, right? No, an S, there’s an S in there somewhere… “Fr-… Fri-fra-… Fr-“ Harmon says, trailing off as he desperately attempts to find the right letters, his fear beginning to overpower him. The man wasn’t having it, though. “Time’s up!” He calls out, before rearing one of his boots and kicking Harmon straight in his gut. He quickly brings his hands over the spot of impact, keeling over, dropping his camera on the floor.

“It’s Frank, Harmon.” The man says, keeping up that god-awful smile. “Saint Frank.” Harmon would have gotten it eventually, but Frank didn’t want to give him any glimmer of confidence. He knelt down and picked up the camera, examining it, aiming it downward at the poor, deranged meta-human. “Ah…” He says, turning, scanning the room with the device. “Any new home movies, Harmon?” Harmon, of course, didn’t respond. Frank aimed the camera at Harmon once again. He could see himself through the lens, still keeled over, clutching his gut. “Heh… really starting to disappoint me, buddy.” Frank says, before promptly tossing the camera against the wall, breaking it into a few assorted pieces.

“Ņ͜͢͝O͏̸̀.̴̢̨́͝” The blinded Harmon calls out, his head shifting a little, attempting to get up off the floor. Frank promptly placed his boot on the meta-human’s shoulder and forced him back on the floor. Harmon’s on the verge of non-existent tears, now. He switches over to the television to see around the room, but all he can see is Frank standing over him while he’s on the floor, off-screen.

“Want to know why I’m here, Harmon?” Frank questions softly. There is, of course, no response. Only short, fearful breaths.

“There’s been some very unfortunate things happening around here lately. Shootouts, gold thefts, gangs picking up their paces… really bad stuff. And it’s all happening around Christmas of all times, now-“ He pressed his foot against Harmon’s back, making sure he was staying down. “You know how I feel about metas breaking laws during my favorite holiday, right Harmon?”

Again, no response.

“Well, anyway…” Frank continues, “I was just minding my own business over at the NEST Base when one of my boys brings all of this up with me, and… well, I got to thinking. Who sees everything that happens in the Dead End? Who records everything in his head and leaves it ripe for the picking later?” He waited for a response, of which there were none. Again. He knelt down and got as close to Harmon’s head as he could before he quietly said to him, “It’s you, buddy. My favorite pal.” He gently removes his boot from Harmon’s spine and grabs his left arm, hoisting him off the floor. “So, here’s the plan, Harmon. You… me… and two of my boys. We’re gonna take a ride down to the Base, and you’re gonna tell me anything interesting that you’ve seen, or read, or heard lately. That sound like fun, buddy?”

Harmon’s practically limp, letting Frank lead him out of the room. “C’mon, c’mon. Black Fall isn’t known for its candy-asses.” The agent says softly. He takes a split-circle device from his waist and clamps it around Harmon’s neck – a nullifying collar. His vision goes black, away from all the devices in his room. He feels a numbing sensation as Frank takes him across the upper walkway, like bags of sand slowly pressing against his head. “Snow’s beautiful in this afternoon light.” Franks says, “Wish you could see it.” They reach the stairs, which Frank promptly shoves Harmon down, confident that the snow would cushion his fall. It did, but… not too much. He lands on the bottom step, sprawled out on the ground. “Oh, no!” Frank calls out in a feigned manner, “You slipped.”

Harmon doesn’t respond. Not because he’s afraid this time, now he’s unconscious.

Frank descends the stairs and takes a quick look around. There’s no one else around the Motel, probably all huddled inside, waiting for this to be over. There’s a few people across the way, though. Watching. Judging, most likely, as well. Frank never cared, they could judge all they wanted. He was just having too much fun. He reaches the bottom of the stairs and grabs the unconscious Harmon’s left leg, dragging him across the snow to the armored truck with two other NEST agents standing by for him. “Bet you wish it was that lizard instead of me, huh?” He says mockingly. There’s a light trail of blood stemming from Harmon’s nostrils that quickly disappears under the snow. “Open her up, Jackson.” Frank calls out. The agent standing by the back of the van opens one of the doors to the containment section. Frank lifted Harmon up and tossed him into the back – a relatively easy feat given the poor thing’s measly weight. Jackson climbs in and props Harmon on the side bench. He sits on the opposite, rifle needlessly at the ready.

Frank shuts the door and adjourns to the passenger seat of the truck. “To the Base, Wills.” He says to the driver, nudging his shoulder. The agent nods and starts the vehicle. They’re off, into the night streets, headed out of the Dead End and towards the Arcadia Heights, all the way to the NEST Base.

Frank left Harmon’s door open this time. Intentionally.

Everything he’s gathered up to now is ripe for the taking.
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Henry Olin, Jago, Deborah, & "Newt" Javuant.

Henry, at first, ignored Jago in favor of listening to the much more positive and kind Newt. "Hey there Newt." he replied, giving her a kind smile. "The car's unlocked. Dig in, but leave some for your brother!" He said after her as she left. He turned back around to face Jago this time, his face contorting into a frown. "Seriously? What is your deal? I get that you're trying to play some tough street thug or whatever but is that really what you want to come across like?"

He shook his head. "Of course it is. At your age you know everything and being a street thug is what you want to be and all that. God forbid you actually do something useful with your powers, no, you have to use it to bully other kids out of areas that one neither of you are supposed to be in and two aren't yours to claim." he said, pinching his snout. "And I'd really appreciate it if you didn't call me a 'dumbass'. It's kinda uncalled for." he said. He took a deep breath for a moment. "Sorry about that." He cause, composing himself. "That was unprofessional." he said. He watched as Jago showed off and attempted to make himself look tough... or something. He looked more like an ignorant idiot at this point. He probably didn't comprehend the situation he was in, like, at all. "Seriously though like, of all places why would you be playing pokemon here? Go to a normal park or an arcade or just in your own living room. You can do that anywhere." he said. "But since you haven't done anything besides disrespect and officer of the law and tresspass, which I really dont feel like arresting a kid for, I'm not going to make you do anything." Henry said, crossing his arms. "I would've thought donuts would've been enough to sway you since they're free, but hey, whatever man." He said, moving his forearm closer to his face for a minute. He tapped a few buttons, and swiped once or twice. "But..." he said, pressing a button again. "She might." he said, turning his arm so Jago could see.

Calling: DEBORAH JAVUANT, was what was displayed on the little screen. When she picked up, he spoke. "Hello Debby, this is Captain Henry Olin." he said. "I'm calling to ask, did you know your younger brother is tresspassing on and abusing private property, as well as disrespecting an officer after I offered him a ride home and free donuts?" he questioned. "You're on speaker by the way."

"Awwwwww, really, Lizard-man?" Jago threw his arms in the air. Of course the lizard-freak had to rat his black ass out to Debby. Like a real bitch. A man solves his own problems, a bitch runs to to the man. He let out a loud "pttf" sound as he put one hand on his side. "Big strong Godzilla can't take a little poke? You NEST's finest alright." Jago crossed his arms and rolled his eyes after letting out one loud puff. So yeah, Henry is a bitch.
In the middle of the conversation Deborah's phone began loudly blaring her ringtone (The start of Shooting Stars by the Bag Raiders). Her hands moved like a blur to grab onto the phone. She took a quick glance at it and saw "AGENT HENRY OLIN Calling". Well, crap. It wasn't her power that told her that one of her younger siblings had got in trouble with NEST (I'm hoping it's not for public urination again). Because Deborah abided by their rules and does nothing to anger the faction. Those two brats on the other hand do everything to piss off NEST. Like they make it their mission to cause problems - the kind of problems that they couldn't solve on their own, so Deborah had to get off her ass and deal with them. In this case.

Whatever they got into, it wasn't Holly or Baron's business. The last thing she wanted to do was let one of them catch that she had associations with Meta. "I need to take this." Deborah said as she got up from off the chair and walked outside the door with a skip in her step, pressing the answer button by the time she was through the doorframe, and had it to her ear the moment she leaned up against the wall right next to the door.

What Agent Olin had to say was of no surprise to her. She quietly huffed as she listened intently. Yeah, Jago got busted for doing what he wasn't supposed to be doing, and then giving people lip for no reason. "Yeah, I didn't know, but I'm[/] on my way now to go handle it." She quietly sighed as she realized it was another chance to observe a social situation, ruined. "I know where it is, I'll be there to talk to you shortly. Bye." Deborah hung up the phone and looked back in the Mean Bean towards Holly and Baron. It would be rude to just leave them without saying a word. She stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and stepped back inside.

A few steps and she was back at the table, she put her hand on the back of Holly's chair and leaned in. "Heeeeeey you two," Deborah said with a smile, trying to hide that grave irritation that was built up inside of herself. "I'm gonna have to step out, I have to go handle my business - but I'm sure we can meet up again at the fair, right?" She asked them. It was truly a rhetorical question, because she just [i]knew
that they would meet again. It wasn't even a question. With that, she waved goodbye to the pair and began heading out towards the door.
"Wait, Deboarh, ma'am, there's no need to do tha-" the line cut. "Damnit." Henry said, sighed and turning off his gauntlet. He was more of planning to get Deborah's blessing in making Jago get in the car and go home, but if she wanted to take matters into her own hands he couldn't really stop her in that respect. He would have to apologize to her later for having to make her do this. "It's not that I can't take a poke, it's that I dont tolerate disrespect." Henry said. "I've done nothing but attempt to be kind to you, and I'm not going to do anything that would ruin my moral high ground. I'm sure you were told to tell an adult if you got into a skirmish with someone, and news flash, it applies in adulthood as well." He said, a puff of air coming out his nose as he finished his statement. "I honestly dont know why you feel the need to do this. It's a waste of time on everyone's part. I hope you plan on saying something in apology to Deborah when she gets here. I know I will."

Disrepect? That's implying that Henry is worthy of respect in the first place! Which made Jago snicker like an imp. Because all Henry is is a NEST dog that thinks he's big and hard. Don't make Jago laugh. Henry was no different from a dog really. He hasn't been where it really matters. Hasn't fought for what he wants to. Only what his big bad bosses tell him to fight. Just like a dog. Pathetic. Jago here has fought for himself and what he wants to fight for. That's what makes him a bigger man than Henry. Oh, and Henry had the balls to say that he was only nice to Jago. New Flash! Nice guys finish last, lizardman! Everyone knows that!

That said, Jago had nothing to say to the Lizard-man. Because he ran by the rule of "don't have nothing to say, then don't say anything". He only had his arms crossed and blank look on his face.

At this point, Deborah had pulled up in her car, right in front of Henry's. The next thing everyone heard was the loud slam of Deborah angrily closing her door. Her steps crushed the snow underneath her boots. She stepped through the, now trashed, entrance to the roller rink. "Boy, why the hell are you always causing problems?" Deborah asked Jago.

"Hey, hey, hey, now..." Jago turned towards Debby and gave her a cheeky smile. "I don't cause trouble, it comes to me." He shrugged. Naturally, the only thing he did was anger Deborah further. She took a step forward and quickly jabbed at Jago's forearm before he could react. "Hey!"

"All you had to do was keep your mouth shut and go along with the lizard, but nooooo, you had to act like a dumbass...." Deborah snapped at him. Ugh. This boy annoyed the hell out of her. Ruined her chances at learning about new people. And for what? To look like a big macho-man? It was pathetic how he was poisoned by the sterotypical way men should look at themselves... but deep down inside of Jago, Deborah knew that it was different. But that didn't excuse how he presented himself outwardly. "That's it, you are not going to the Christmas Fair tonight."

"Yo!" Jago shouted as he tossed his arms up into the air. "You can't do that shit!" Shit ain't fair! All he did was talk to the Lizard-fucker the way he was meant to be spoken to. He was aiming to go to that fair for months now! Now she gonna act like he can't go? As his punishment? Bull. Shit. He'll go anyway. Just sneak out and run his ass all the way to Arcadia Heights... and then do stuff at the fair. He didn't what the fuck he was going to do there. Maybe prank some people.

"Oh, I can and I will." Deborah walked over to the car, and opened the back door. She and Jago stared at each other for a few moments, until she got annoyed and said, "You ain't dumb, boy, get in." She commanded, and Jago followed. Quietly stepping his way into the backseat of the car, and lying down on his back.

Henry turned around and walked outside of the buildign they were in to give Deborah an idea of where Jago was, and like a smart lizard-man, took a few steps backwards to stay out of her way. He make use of himself by going over to his truck where Newt was currently residing, most likely eating a few (Acually all) of his Krispy Kreme donuts. He walked around the side and opened the passanger side door, and peeked his head inside the car. "Hey, Newt," he said. "Jago acted... like himself. I ended up calling Deborah. If you stay out of sight I can maybe help you evade her wrath and drop you off before they get home... Or you could ride back with them. I'll make it clear you were good about the whole thing. Your choice."

Damn these donuts were so good. Unlike Jago and Deborah, Newt could honestly eat whatever the hell she wanted and wouldn't gain a pound! The beauty of a high-metabolism... but on the other hand, she has to eat a lot. She knew that Henry understood her struggle, and how real it was. Which is why she helped herself to "some" donuts. Some in this situation means pretty much all of them. Newt was kneeling down over the box and pretty much shoving them into her mouth as fast as she could chew and swallow them. Until there was one donut left... now came the conumdrum of what to do with it. Should she save it for Henry? Should she eat it since she pretty much ate all of them?

Well, Newt went for the latter and grabbed onto it... at this point Henry opened up the door and her eyes darted towards him as she froze like a deer in the headlight... and slowly put the last donut into her mouth and chewed on it. Not breaking eye contact for a fraction of a section.

"I,,," Newt trailed off... rudely chewing the donuts with her mouth open. "... would like to go with you!" To be honest, while Newt wasn't the smartest girl out there, she knew enough to know that she would be dragged into what Jago started if she stuck around. Them being partners in crime after all. But the difference between Newt and Jago is that Newt lacked his hard-headed determination and arrogance that kept getting his ass in trouble. So she knew when to back down. Besides, she actually wanted to go to the fair.

"Okay, I'll keep you out of trouble." Henry said, turning around and looking over at Deborah and Jago for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow before sighing. He didn't like lying. He shut the door and turned around. "I have to go! I just got a transmission. They need me and a few others. Keep an eye on the news tonight!" Henry shouted to the two of them,hoping to give a believable excuse as to why he had to depart so quickly. He moved around the front of his car, and got in as quickly as he could, and turned on his sirens as he did so. He pulled out and sped off with practiced urgency, to make it look as authentic as possible.

Because he was acting like he was on the move for something big, Henry excused himself from the speed limit, and weaved around cars in a deft manner. There weren't many on the road they were on currently, which was nice, but Henry got off on an exit that they normally wouldn't make. If they were going to beat Deborah home, they would have to make full use of the G63's offroad capabilities. So, Henry did what Henry does. Flicking off his siren since he was out of earshot by now, he proceeded to run his way through a slightly overgrown backroad. No trees, just some mud and a lot of foliage. But his car tore through it fairly easily.

Eventually he got back onto a paved road, and he slowed down a little bit to obey the traffic laws in the neighborhood because children could be in the streets and that would be a mess if something happened then. He pulled up to the Javuant's residence in Westgate. He had been there many times before, so he knew the way and the fastest way to get there. When they came to a complete stop, Henry hit the unlock button on the driver's side door. "You owe me one, Newt. Dont get me caught." he said, giving her a sideways grin. "Go, change clothes and look like you were doing homework or something." He said, motioning for her to open the door.

Newt quietly jumped out of car and quietly said, "Thanks." Newt had to thank Henry here, by not mentioning her at all, she had a freepass here. Safe from Deborah's anger just as planned. So, all she had to do was run inside, act innocent, and she'll be free from trouble. Just as planned. She ran through the front door (Not at superhuman speeds, that'd be showing off) and closed them shut behind her. Now she was safe to whip out the superhuman abilities. She needed them if she was going to run inside and act like she had nothing to do with this. Newt quickly galloped upstairs, and in the same few seconds, she had carried herself right into her room, grabbed onto the wooden door and slammed it shut. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for her clothes. Two whiffs through her noise told her where her old pajammas were, lazily tossed into the corner. Waiting for someone to pick them up. Well, unlike some girls, she was perfectly fine with putting on dirty clothes. Let's see... a pink pajama shirt with a pink star over her chest, and matching pink pants. It was only around twelve, and usually she could get away with saying that she hadn't gotten dressed yet.

Newt put her hands on the bottom of her shirt and quickly unfurled it up her body and threw it in the same corner. Then she unbuttoned her jeans with hands-blurring speed and let them drop to her ankles as she stepped out of them. Her next objective was bouncing across the room and grabbing those aforementioned pajammas with the intent of putting them on. Newt did the usual, slid on the shirt, and pulled up her pants. Ta-da! She is now perfectly dressed to fit with her story of being no where near the roller-rink. All thanks to Henry being the good cop. When she was finished her morning dance revised, she walked out the room and slide down the railing to the living room. Now, what should she do today...?

Henry watched Newt run off and turned back to face what was ahead of him. It was just like something out of Ferris Beuller's Day Off. He would compare it to something out of his own childhood, but he never really had that. He put his foot on the gas pedal and sped off, taking the same back road to evade Deborah and Jago. Fucking mission accomplished. He'd have to tell Fred about how he had to run from citizens when he saw him later tonight.
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