What was at first an empty shell of a hideout with nobody currently hiding within, as soon as the door parted and the youngest of the two brothers entered with a couple of other Users in tow, Kabal blinked in - his boots clapping against the floorboards as he landed.
"Ah, hot..! Hot!" he gasped, smacking away some cinders that lingered upon his jacket and pant legs from the conflict he'd just been a part of. Apparently, that User he'd been facing was more dangerous than he'd given them credit for; their flames licking him even as he teleported away.
Hearing some movement within their hideaway, Kabal peered his head through the doorway from the back room he'd jumped to and glanced over the trio quickly.

"Oh, a newbie? Is his ability cool?" he chuckled aloud, stepping out and into the open to reveal his very slightly singed apparel. A gold-coloured bandanna was currently pulled over the majority of his face, his hood pulled up deep over the top of his head to hide his messy, golden locks and an outfit that could be easily mistaken for someone else's. It was only after he'd given them his somewhat crass greeting that he noticed Jackie behind the new guy, looking as though she could fall asleep at any moment.

"Oh, hey Jackie." he gave her a wave, which was responded to with the usual response he'd get; a glance around for the source of the words relating to her and then immediately giving up, needing to nap. Sighing quietly to himself, he gestured to a nearby slightly tattered couch, to which she promptly waddled to and curled up atop - knees slipping in under her oversized hoodie.

At the sound of boots meeting the floor, Quentin grinned, "Well, there's Kabal. That's for sure." He cleared his throat, "Oi, Kabal, you go off and have fun without me again?" He asked cheekily, "You've gotta leave some of the baddies for me - I don't get to see any of the good action anymore." It wasn't long before Jackie moved straight for the couch and crashed. That wasn't the first time she'd done it and likely wouldn't be the last.

"Well, he's got Jackie's tail. Like, same exact thing..." Quentin looked at Elijah skeptically for a moment, "What are you, kid? Never seen somebody with the exact same ability as somebody else..."

Eli shrugged, "I'm a Mimic. I can copy a power I've been subject to or witnessed. Took her tail when she attacked me, seemed like better defense than the other chick's sword. That's all," He said with a shrug, "Might copy something else if I get a chance, this thing is making my balance all weird..."

He looked at Quentin for a moment as the drill dissipated from behind him. "What was it that you were doing... uh, Quentin?" He asked curiously, "Were you... trasmutating? Or was it more specific than that?"

The man shrugged, "Basically, yeah. Try it out, Copy Cat," He suggested, pulling a knife from his side and pinching the flat of the blade. He ran both fingers along it as the metal turned to wood before tossing it to the newcomer. Eli caught it and cocked an eyebrow, focusing on the wooden blade before repeating the process which he saw Quentin do.

"Hmph... That's nifty," He said, handing it back over. "I don't imagine that's all it does?"

"Ah, secrets of the trade. I can't tell you everything, then it's not just my talent anymore, right?"

Eli nodded, that was fair. "So, where's the food?"

Quentin furrowed his brow, "Right... Kabal - I'm... assuming that you didn't actually get anything while you were out? Need some help taking down whoever it was you were fighting? They have anything worth our time besides being assholes?"

"For all that talk about hating users, you sure have gotten pretty cosy." a slightly familiar voice called from behind Elijah, though nobody else in the room seemed to notice the arrival of a newcomer. Eve was currently standing behind him, her arms behind her back with fingers interlocked and amused smile secured planted upon her delicate features. Once he'd turn to face her, her expression was all he needed to know that she didn't want him making a fuss about her sudden appearance - looking to be more of an observer than interfere with how things play out. That being said, she had never really had anyone to root for in the past. Perhaps he'd be the first?

"Well, even if you're just pretending for the sake of survival - I thought I should point something out to you, out of utter generosity," she began again, stepping beside him and turning her gaze towards the others within the hideout, noting that none of the users in this place had the level of strength to sense her despite her lacking performance with one of her many, many abilities, "You're in danger of losing your ability, throwing it around so easily~" she suddenly sung, waggling her finger in front of him as though she were chastising a child, "There are some abilities out there that will do more harm than good, if you were to try them on for yourself. Do be careful, alright?" With that said, she simply stepped back and her form visibly melded back into the very air itself, as though she were never there in the first place.

Meanwhile, Kabal and Quentin had been laughing over the fact that the eldest brother was almost cooked on his way back from some investigative work. According to Kabal, their usual place that they'd get their supplies from was currently being occupied by the Sweeper gang, notorious for their assimilation of most supply depots.

"Yeah, looks like the chick with the flames got a bit hot-headed." Kabal announced proudly, smiling arrogantly at his own perfect pun and turning to face their newest acquaintance, expecting some kind of reaction from him.

Cozy? Who the hell was getting cozy? You don't survive unless you've people around you in a forsaken shit-hole like this. Eli cocked his head over his shoulder, half-expecting to find the feisty sword-conjurer from before, only to be faced by an orange-eyed beauty. Where the fuck had she come from? Her entire demeanour reeked of a dangerous, don't-fuck-with-me air. "Hey, who the fuck do you think you a-" He started, but she was gone. Was she threatening him, or warning him? Honestly, he couldn't tell. Her appearance was such a shock that he'd barely been able to process the words before she was gone.

Attention was called back to the others and he shook his head, "Huh? Oh, yeah, sounds like a rough fight... What? You were trying to take on a whole gang yourself?" He furrowed his brow, "Well then, what do we do about it? We've all gotta eat, so where do we go?"

Quint crossed his arms, "The Sweepers? And they didn't give you any for us? Those guys have no communication skills..." He mused, scratching the back of his head, "Well there's gotta be another despot somewhere? We could just leave the city - I'm sure we could get a few to with us if the Sweepers aren't doing what they claim they set out to do. Funny how they have morals until it's inconvenient. We could always send Ma in after 'em. Those guys wouldn't know what the fuck was going on before she left," He teased with a grin. "They didn't drop anything into the Woods today, did they? Most people won't go in there or notice if they did..."

"Mm, its possible but I didn't actively look, myself." Kabal replied bluntly, crossing either arm over his chest as he thought of any other alternatives he could come up with himself. Of course, the idea of getting their mother involved was always an option but making her fight their battles was starting to get old; she may not look it, but even with her small stature she had worked hard to bring them up properly in this place. What kind of family would they be if they always get her involved in danger?

"Hey, new guy. They always mention the drop locations to new inmates for that night. You remember them at all?" he turned to Elijah, a slim chance guiding his tongue, just prior to a loud banging emanated from the makeshift wall that blocked entry into their hideaway. The same banging as always, their mother returning from her walk. Small flecks of blood scattered across one cheek, no more than two droplets also staining the collar of her large coat that barely protected any passer-by from being flashed by her pre-pubescent chest.

"Ah, shit. Mom's back." Kabal sighed aloud, almost face-palming once he realised that she'd probably not be too ecstatic about not having any food for their evening. Of course, they had a small assortment for when things got rough in storage somewhere else but the good stuff was always in the new drops. The banging had also coincidentally woken Jackie from her all-too-short nap, her brow furrowing slightly at the disturbance.

"Damn. That's always a good one to chase after... If you can handle a couple of 'vagabonds,'" He said with air quotes, laughing at the stupid term. It was used to refer to the Users who were loners and moved around a lot. Usually, they were cast out of a gang for one reason or another, but never too difficult to handle for the brothers, let alone the two of them with company.

Eli shook his head, "Uh... I don't think so? Oh, shit, wait, that's what they were talking about? The fucking thing was so garbled I could barely make it out. I heard something about a forest; ruins, which I assume are... right here; a city, I guess? I mean, this could be the that city, but I'd wager a guess it's that nicer place out North; and a lake... Any of those good ones? That's not a lot of drops, considering how many people are locked up here..."

Quint laughed, "Don't be so dramatic, Kabal, I got it." He pressed his hand to the door and it fell like a curtain without a rod, pooling on the floor at the small girl's feet. "Hey, ma. How was your walk about?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. This woman scared the living fuck out of him - she packed a real powerful punch and her mysterious ability left everything about her unpredictable. There was likely not a soul in the area, if not the entirety of Area A, who didn't know about the "Immortal Child," who was actually a fully-fledged adult with two children. "Get anything good?"

"Oh, Quinten. Took you long enough, brat." her cute, high-pitched voice rung out as she stepped inside the building - a large sack, double the size of her small form slung over her shoulders and back as though it were weightless. Adorning a long, flowing coat that did little to hide her small body ironically and puffy pajama pants that lead down to her small boots, the little girl was definitely not the type of thing you'd expect to see in a place like this. Her large, golden hue turned suddenly however - the iris snapping towards Elijah and locking on as though she herself were a missile aimed right for him. The bag suddenly dropped in a heap behind her, the unexpected movement catching both Kabal and Quentin off-guard long enough for her lithe, petite body to surge towards the mimic. Her blade slid free of its sheathe in that same instant, the metal gleaning against the dim lighting of the hideaway they lived within, the sharp end flashing towards Elijah's neck at the precise angle to make lobbing off his head an easy feat. And off it would have been lobbed if Kabal hadn't reacted so quickly, his body already floating sideways at Elijah's side - arm stretched outwards and gloved fingers curling into his shirt to drag him back just far enough that the tip of his mother's weapon would barely avoid his chin. Before Elijah could even register that he'd been both attacked and saved in the same second, his surroundings would suddenly change as he was teleported to a few feet to his right, avoiding a sudden punch from Jessica - the small fist slamming into the concrete wall and cratering it under the sheer weight of her power.

"Ma, calm down!" Kabal gasped, already feeling a little dizzy from the very sudden usage of his ability, "He's not danger-" his voice was cut off as she lurched at them again, her hue having narrowed to a blood-thirsty slit and her body shooting towards them like a bullet. He had no choice but the teleport again, once more transporting them to the opposite side of the room and hopefully away from her assault, only to realise that Jessica had anticipated the move and had turned around in the same moment, already driving her sword forwards in a quick, stable stab to try and pierce the heart of the male. Sparks flew wildly around the tip of her blade as it collided with the vigorously spinning drill-tip of Jackie's tail, the girl having sensed the threat of someone thirsting for death and quickly come to her new friend's aid. The attack was blocked perfectly, but Jessica was always on the move; her flow never stopping and her sons knew this. With Quentin barely able to keep up with the faster fighters and Kabal already with his hands full releasing Elijah behind him and moving to help the unknowing Driller of what was to come, Jessica was left to her own devices as to how she punished the girl for getting in her way.

With her blade caught against the spinning drill tip, Jessica simply discarded it - leaving it lingering in the air for that instant, dipping low and moving to tackle the girl at her legs. The instinctive Jackie once again sensed the incoming attack, her legs already bracing and slipping upwards to jump and avoid the attack. But the tackle was no longer coming; Jessica's body raising again, having faked that coming grapple and instead palming the butt of her sword to shove it forwards. Once more, in a stunning display of instinct and battle prowess however, Jackie deflected the blade once more with her tail - the weapon beginning to tilt and spin to the side as it recoiled from the block, shielding Jessica from view for just long enough to close the distance all at once. Her fist clenched and launched like a rocket-propelled grenade, colliding with Jackie's stomach, the fist not losing strength or speed regardless of how much it pressed into her poor midriff and indenting into her very core, her body soon propelling backwards and crashing against the wall, the cement crumbling with the strike and the tail-wielding girl falling through until the rubble covered half of her form; only an arm, her tail and a leg left sticking out from the mess.

Of course, Jessica was not done yet; her prey was still very much alive and well despite her attacks so far (which had only spanned about 5 seconds by this point). Catching the spinning blade perfectly, as though she had intended it all along, she once again stepped forwards, stabbing through to try and once more finish him in a single move. Kabal had gotten enough time to react by then however, having pushed Elijah aside and grabbing his mother's wrist before the two suddenly vanished all at once; leaving both Elijah and Quentin alone with an injured Jackie.

The small girl standing in the doorway caused Eli to cock his brow. Did they say... mother? What the fuck kind of power did she have? He wanted to know, but... If she was their mother, who didn't look over ten years old, but still managed to provide for the small family, then what did that say of her ability? Elijah desperately wanted to try it already, but he wouldn't take something so... odd hastily. Honestly, in the field, he'd never seen anything like it. But he hadn't been catching Users since they first appeared and most of the big powers were in the initial surge. He couldn't imagine what it must have been like rounding up those people early on.

"Hey, hey, what the fuck?!" He shouted as Kabal yanked him back. Just as he was pulled, he noticed the glint of a blade swiping by. "Holy shit, what are you doing? I didn't fucking do anything!" He cried out, dodging the subsequent attacks before Kabal teleported him across the room. "Ah! Geeze," He gasped, catching his breath. Teleportation? Nifty, he was gonna have to try that out. He was probably switching powers more than he ever had in just today. But at this point, he was just tired of people randomly launching themselves at his jugular.

When all was said and done, the little home was in pretty bad shape, Kabal and the small girl were gone, and Jackie was buried under some cement. Eli was breathless, looking around, "What... the fuck... was that?"

"Elijah, meet my mother, Jessica. Don't piss her off... and that little copycat power you've got? Don't... Just don't mess with hers, okay? It's not as much a power as a burden, despite what it might seem..."

"I don't get it... What the hell is her ability in the first place?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

Quentin crouched down by the pile of rubble holding Jackie down and sighed, "Don't worry about it. Just don't use it. Help me get this poor girl out of here..."

Eli nodded, though still confused as Quentin started pulling rocks up and setting them aside. He knelt down and took hold of Jackie's hand, "How's your brother's power work..? Do I just... kinda concentrate on the place I wanna go?"

"Wait, don't!" Too late, Eli and Jackie vanished before reappearing a few feet away. The mimic gasped and panted heavily, doubling over as Jackie fell back to the floor, bruised and a little battered. He fell to his knees.

"Holy... fuck... What the... Oh my god, that..."

"Yeah, it really knocks it out of ya. You should've seen him when he first started practicing. You're just lucky that you didn't get halved. He teleported once and there was a pole straight through his shoulder. He has to be real careful, if you teleport around something, you get splintered. It's... Fucking disgusting. Watch yourself, it's really tiring too. You might wanna sit down, I'll make sure she's okay..."

Quentin stepped over and looked down at Jackie, taking a knee to look over her injuries. "Hey, Jacks... Jacks, open your eyes, you okay?" He asked, shaking her shoulder a little bit. "C'mon... wake up."