Kennedy nodded, mostly to herself since there was no one else around to see, as Bushwhacker's instructions cracked over the radio. "You got it." She placed the walkie-talkie at her hip, clipping it safely to her waistband and out of the way of harm from the feathered appendages that she was about to manifest at her back. A few too many good shirts had been ruined by similar acts. In fact, there was that time that she assisted a group of heroes against some villains where shifting into a puma effectively ruined her favorite Royals t-shirt. Not only did it ruin the shirt, but finding a creative way to shapeshift with a set of "skin clothes" and have no one touch you to know the difference was another story. 

This time, she removed the jacket from her back, and before sprouting the large wings, she first ejected bony spikes from her shoulder blades to make sure she arrived on the ground fully clothed. Then, the projections grew in size and grandeur as webs of ligaments and skin stitched across them and brown feathers grew as grass did on a spring day to cover them. The whole process took only seconds, and soon she leapt off the side of the hotel, the wings expanding behind her to catch air and guide her down on a skilled glide. The first time she had done this, it had not looked so graceful. Oh, no. Freeform the shapeshifter was not always so comfortable in her ever changing skin. A fear of heights, for one thing, quickly had to vanish in a city filled with skyscrapers and bad guys willing to climb to the top. 

As she neared the ground below, a few shamblers could be seen mindlessly wandering and pawing at the barricaded entrance to the casino - no doubt attracted by all the hubbub of the fireworks and gunfire. Kennedy extended her left arm and the light tan flesh extended and morphed into a black substance, taking on the shape of a large disc that she extended beneath her body as she hurled toward the ground. The shamblers stood no chance as her transformed appendage came to rest before her winged body did so afterwards. A sickening [i]squash[/i] affirmed that the immediate threat was gone, and she carefully shifted her arm back, flinging the gore off as she did so. 

It was then that she had a moment to notice that a small crowd had formed. Few faces were familiar, that of The Maker, Lillah, and MinuteMan. The rest she assumed were all newcomers drawn by Bushwhacker's display. 

"Long time, indeed." Kennedy smiled at William, glad to see the old man had made it in one piece. She gave a nod of recognition to Lillah before taking in the rest of the crowd and answering William's question. "Welcome to The Star Casino and Hotel, everyone. KC's finest in luxury zombie-proof accommodations." She reached for the radio at her hip and brought it to her mouth. "All clear down here, send it down." She said, while pointing up with a finger towards the lift above them all. 

[hr]

Liam had been relieved to make it to the casino. What he had not been prepared for was to see a woman jump off the roof of a building in an apparent suicide attempt that sent his heart leaping into his throat. That is, before a large pair of wings spread out from behind her as if she were some kind of real life angel or something. Now his heart sank and he was left feeling like he had a five pound weight in his stomach at the sight of the shapeshifter. Was this some sort of hot spot for supers or something? He was beginning to feel a little out of place. 

Liam jumped at the realization that there was now another group of people behind them. He must've been so caught up that he didn't hear their footsteps. Or maybe they were just really quiet. Yeah, that must've been it. Otherwise, that would mean he let his guard down and could've been ambused. Nope, can't let that happen. Not again. 

He shifted his gaze and narrowed it as a few people began to talk, seeming to know each other. Others, like himself and David, seemed to be new. He looked up when the young woman pointed, seeing an operating lift that looked dismal at best. [i]Yeah. That seems safe.[/i] Still, he thought getting inside was better than being left out here on the street. Plus, it seemed he and David had come to a silent agreement to have each other's backs if this little get together turned out to be a shit fest of its own. Liam remained quiet and kept a hand casually on his hip, close to the pistol in his waistband should he need it.