The city seems to burn around him as he walks in dark clothes unseen. He looks around and doesn't see anyone. No villain or hero. But there hasn't been a true group of heroes in awhile, so he isn't that surprised. He pauses in front of the tall building. This is where they said they were sending people. He stares down at the purple, red, and orange pieces of fabric on his katanas before he stares up at the inconspicuous building. He sighs, choking back tears, and heads up to the building. He looks at the glass. There’s nothing on the door to indicate where to go. He sighs again and walks inside the building. Inside the building is completely silent and empty, but straight in front of him there is a staircase leading further underground. The staircase is dark and at only certain points does it actually light up. He shudders and begins a slow walk down the staircase. As he descends, he notices the dust on the walls. No one has been here in a long time. He reaches the lower floor and looks around. His footsteps echo in the hallways as he begins to walk down it. He looks into each door, checking each room for any signs of life, good or bad. Each one is empty but has a bed, which makes him think that there are going to be a few people here. This is a lot different than the sewers. He sees what looks like a meeting room ahead, or a living room. He walks into the meeting room. It is very interesting looking. It has a giant flat screen television a bunch of computers to the far left of the room and a small kitchenette to the far right. He walks all the way and goes to sit down. He sits down on a half circle couch that is turned to face the flat screen television. He waits for the others to show up. ---- The cold, frostbitten wind blew through her light colored hair. Her sunglasses slid down her nose slightly as she walked into the warm building. She hears someone walking ahead of her and she knows that she will have to duck off into one of the many rooms. She would wait until all of the heroes arrived before introducing herself. They needed to meet each other first before they met her. _What if they find out the truth about you?_ A small voice in the back of her mind murmurs. _What if they find out your secret?_ She shakes the feeling off and continues to walk inside. She makes it down to the lower floor and disappears into one of the rooms, lying in wait for the others to arrive.

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John walked down the street, his messenger bag bumping against his thigh. He had been contacted by an old friend of his from California who said that people were asking about him. He had looked into it and been told to come to a building in New York. He was intrigued to say the least. John had been going as TK for the past couple of years, so the fact that anyone had figured out who he was made him suspect that they were very intelligent and resourceful. He reached the building and was blasted in the face by warm air, a stark contrast to the cold winds of the city. He walked around the entry way, his feet smacking against the cold tile and sending echoes through out the building. As he began searching through the building he came across a living room of sorts. A living room that was already occupied. Sitting on the half circle couch was a guy who didn't seem much older than him. He walked over and waved. "So are you the reason I'm here or is that someone else?"

Rosalina looked at the building from the alleyway across the street. When she'd heard superheroes were gathering, she knew these would be her big chance to help out. She walked across the street, backpack on her back and her gas canister rolling behind her. She picked it up and went downstairs, finding the underground place. She sees the two males and walks over to them, sitting down a little bit away from the dark clothed boy, and catches her breath from walking down the stairs.

Will had not wanted to come to this little get together. He had not thought it was necessary for him to be there honestly. However he had to go since he was one guy and there were other crimes then in Central Park and his other stomping grounds. He looked over at the place they had been called to. He sauntered in and flopped down on the couch. He did not hide his face since he was not scared of people knowing who he was. He looked around. "So who called me here and why should I stay? I have things to do right now and places to be. " He said pulling out his iron ball and began to move it around him. He did this when he was bored.

Grand central central station, New york,New york. Josh got off the train, the many people around him made him question if he actually wanted to be a super hero again, hiding was much simpler and didn't kill anyone. He shook the thoughts out of his mind and walked onto the main platform and headed to the door, small backpack in his hands. How could he think like that, he needed to protect people, to be someone again, once he exited the building he found the nearest Seculded area and set himself on fire and rocketed Into the sky, keeping his two hands normal so he could hold the bag and the peice of paper that he scrawled the adress of this place on. It was pretty confusing on how to get there. But it wasn't missible once he found it. he ceased the flames and changed into clothes before he walked into the building "hello?" he called out not trusting this new enviroment. "This could be a trap" he mutterd to himself, Andre's contorted monster face flashed in his mind and hatred followed the image."anybody here?" he called again "why is it so dark?."

Aeon scowled as she used her flame construct to create a round shaped flame, a burning timer appeared above her sphere of conflagration, it was an explosive. She hurled the explosive at the apartment building, leaving it in a ruthless inferno. She looked over at Jester, who she presumed was going to go steal from someone, see if he can make some shady deals. Aeon created an intense flame armor around her, she practically leaped into the building, the flames not touching her because of her armor. She could hear distinct sirens in the background, _Gotta do this quickly.._ She sped towards Apt 5-B, the person who had attempted to scam her and Jester. She burst through the door and saw him trying to pat out the fire. She made the fire on his clothes shoot spikes of flame into him. She started to loot the Apt. building before the cops and firefighters made it, she would be a goner if they showed up. She found his stash of money under the bed, she retracted her left hand armor to grab it without it burning. She rapidly followed her footsteps at the door and ran into an alleyway, she extinguished her armor and started looking through the loot bag.

Josh walked through the city. Well, Reaper did. He was in his black and red cloak with his hood obscuring his face from others. He'd been following instructions on a letter he had recieved. He carefully followed the instructions until he reached a building. There was nothing special about it. It looked empty. He opened the door and walked in. Empty. Nothing except a door. He slowly edged towards the door and reached for the handle? It felt slightly warm under his grip. Someone has been here. He opened the door and was greeted by an ominous staircase that lead down. He walked down the stairs and opened another door. Behind the door was a room. Nothing spectacular. Just a room. With people. He never said a thing. He just stood there and inspected everyone

Jester loved when the cops came, they would try their hardest to capture him but they could never manage it. Each time they would scream at him to "PUT YOUR HANDS UP" or "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND". Then would come the gun fire raining down upon him like a hail steel, each bullet reflected back; they would scream in fear and pain as their own ammunition was put to use against them. Who knows how many families ruined, how many wives waited for their husbands to come home, how many sons and daughters waited for daddy to come through the door. It sickened Jester, all the little worms relying on someone else to help them unable to do anything for themselves. Jester strolled into the decrepit alley, a pungent odor of rotting food and mold hung in the air. Jester walked down the long alley way trying to find Aeon, in his mind he was thinking of all the things he would do to her if she took the loot for herself. But as he was about leave he saw a flicker of light, a flame.

Aeon held up her hand to lighten the money, _Yep, all there._ She thought to herself as she became aware Jester had found her, "Good to see you again Rumplestiltskin. Oh, wait that's not your name is it?" She joked in a not-so-light manner. "That was almost too easy." She tossed the money that was his half with her non-flaming hand. Aeon's metal helmet a flaming red color, she snorted, "That guy knows we always get back what's owed, I wonder why he even decided to try.."

Jester groaned, it seemed as though he almost wanted her to betray him so he would at least have something to do. "It's so boring killing normal people" Jester complained "We need to find a new enemy". His mouth tugging into a grin he leaned towards Aeon and whispered "We need to find someone like us, someone stronger".

Aeon scrunched up her face in her vibrant red helmet, "Jester I assure you, someone's going to want to stop our crime spree soon enough.. And sure as hell it won't be the cops to do it." She laughed at the last thought and said once more "For now we get to practice on each other, and make tons of cash." She stood up with her money still in the bag and said "Meet you at the 'lair' The Lair was actually a dinky basement under a unoccupied house, but whatever worked right?. Aeon leaped past Jester and started sprinting towards it.

Simon had just finished stopping a robbery at a grocery store when he remembered that he was suppose to meeting other heroes at a building somewhere in the city. "Oh well better late than never" he said to himself as he quickly made piece of chewing gum appear in his hand and he stuffed it in his mouth and started to chew. He then blew out a massive bubble of gum and grabbing onto the stem of the gum he lifted off into the air and quickly floated towards the place he was suppose to be at right. He soon came to the building and landed smoothly on the pavement, and then made the giant bubble disappear. "Another smooth landing" he said with a smile. he quickly entered the building and looked around for any of the other heroes, and he found a few of them. he smiled and waved at them. "Hay you guys, I guess you're all here for the meeting. Anyway, the name's Candy King, candy is my thing" he said to with a smile.

Jack Lombardi, or rather Vice, was swinging through New York, taking his time with his most recent prey. "Jakob Rollins." He hissed. "Thirty-two. Worker for the mob. Third generation. It's too bad you won't be able to continue your work. You make wonderful car bombs." Jakob was sprinting through the streets and alleyways, led on by the false hop that he could actually escape. Turning back, he fired six shots out of his pistol at Vice, the bullets missing entirely as the so called hero twirled easily out of their path. Deciding he was done playing games with him, Vice swooped down like a bird of prey, tackling the mobster and skidding the alley on him. Vice looked him over and took the money from Jakob's pockets, then stopped as he inspected the gun. "We remember this gun. You used it to kill that old lady next to the Queensborough Bridge. That was different. They begged me to let you rot in jail, but this time you'll never be found. We won't let them buy your freedom." He absorbed the gun, hiding it away like he does everything else in that strange weightless pocket that is the symbiote. Suddenly, tendrils shot out around the monster as he began screaming in fear and pleading for his life. Vice didn't seem to hear him as he dragged him within, consuming the man whole and leaving no trail. Vice hissed in satisfaction as he felt the life be absorbed into himself, feeling the energy course through their being. Leaping into the air and moving between buildings, Vice slipped into his more costumed appearance, swinging through the air and gliding between the everlasting buildings of New York. He remembered the address he was supposed to reach, and knew he wasn't exactly on time. But criminals don't punish themselves. Arriving to the building, he landed in the nearby alleyway and allowed himself to appear in his usual outfit of a white and red trimmed hoodie, dark blue to black jeans, and some basketball shoes. Jack walked in with a smile, seeing everyone 'crowding' in and made his way to a spot where he was close enough to them. He chose to remain silent and await everyone rather than talk. They probably didn't want him here anyway. But he knew he had the right to be. After all, I'm a hero. Right?

ethereal reached out his mind to a particularly bright one, and looked around a bit. this one has some good ideas,but that's not important right now. he just needs to know the time. just as he speeds out side of the range of the mind merge, one of his voices, the nice one that's helpful, comments "we are a bit late, but we should make it within the allowed time." good. he concentrated on his body, covering it with his will, and lifted him self up. it wasent quite flying, but it was just as effective. "theres the building," the nice voice commented. "you missed it" commented another one that he had learned to ignore. well it cirtenly looked that way. the building looked empty, but then again this is a group of super heros we are talking about. he entered the building, ignored the stairs, and levitated up the stair way, where all the others are.

Emerald sat upon a bench outside of the bank, her gloves lay beside her and she slowly reached out to touch a small pigeon. She knew from experience what would happened but for her there was something about watching the birds eyes change as it realized it was meeting it's doom. Her small pale hands connected with the birds wing and she quickly moved her hand up, grabbing the small creature by its neck. She squeezed a bit, blocking its vocals so he couldn't make a noise. Slowly the light faded and Emerald watched as she slowly let go and the bird fell to the ground, drained of life. She let out a slow laugh, rich and warm but dangerous too. She picked the bird up and dropped it into her book bag with a few of her other items. "They all learn the same way, at the same pace." She cooed, stroking a feather and then plucking it out. She tucked the gray thing behind her ear and watched the doors of the bank.

The bus came to a halt at it's designated stop at the corner of 5th and Main. Street venders and tourists littered the streets of the major city as Calvin stepped out of the bus and into the crowd of people where he seemed easy to blend in. Police cars and fire trucks rushed passed them instantly, their horns blaring down the street. In a city as large as this, crime was everywhere and even more that villains are laying claim to the Big Apple. Even though heroism was new to Calvin, saving people's lives was not. He was inspired to follow suit of all the famous heroes he had seen on TV growing up as a small child. He looked down at the crumpled up paper he took out of his pocket and looked at the address that was scribbled along with a note. The handwriting was barely legible as he scanned it. Stuffing it back into his pocket, Calvin hoisted his duffle bag over his shoulder and made his way through the crowd of people looking at a breaking news in the window of a television store. After a couple of hours Calvin seemed to arrive at the spot that he was told to meet at. The building was really run down and looks to have been abandoned for some time. He sighed heavily and walked inside cautiously, scanning the dark room. "Hello?" All Calvin could hear was his echo that reverberated around the abandoned lobby. Straight in front of him a stair case that lead down caught his attention, not to mention the voices that came from below. Squeezing the handle to his bag nervously, he descended down the stairs and into another room where cavernous halls filled the area. Down the hall, he noticed that people were already starting to gather. He trudged closer at the group that was forming.

Leo looks around at all the people entering. He looks at the guy who asked the question. "I have an idea on who called us here but I don't know for sure. Anyways, be patient. I'm sure we'll be starting soon." He watches as more and more people enter. He sighs and leans back. He hopes they will start soon. --- She stays hidden in the shadows of the room, watching people walk by. She smiles softly as more people walk. Well, many people got her memo and accepted. She would wait a few more minutes and come back out.

Josh looked at who had said that. It was some guy sitting down. Josh walked over and sat down. "Any idea what is actually going on?" He asked him. "I'm Josh by the way" he added. He looked around the room. The candy guy seemed weird. The way he dressed and talked.

Rayne was sitting in a bar reading the wanted posters to see if any good bounty's were about, but nothing. Rayne then made her way outside and put her hood on to avoid any sunlight contact. Her name wasn't that big in the city, so no one knew her. So she just kept walking hoping for something to pop off.