The living lighting rod had started to get testy with Graffiti, something she said must have definately touched a nerve with him. She didn't mean to offend him, but it was clearly too late, he was visibly angry and crackling with electricity, and making a very cleary and aggressive statement not to be undermined. Graffiti stood her ground but she could already tell this was not a man to be toyed with, he was a volatile mix of anger and insecurity and she may have nearly set him off. He mentioned that she may be projecting her faliures as a vigilante on to him and he backed up his verbal attack by threatening a bolt of lightning dangerously close to her face.

She went from slightly scared to very angry.

Yeah, that'd work, I cant block a lightning bolt to the face, in fact if you pour enough energy into that one bolt you could probably kill me. Easy as shit right?

TIKIKITKITKITKTI

Graffiti began shaking her spray paint can aggressively in her hand.

But if you were to strike me with bolt strong enough to kill me, the trauma would push my air pressure ability into overdrive and all 20+ cans in my backpack would overload and explode. Turning this shitty audotorium into a greenhouse of powerful nerve gas, sleeping gas and acid vapor being propelled though the air like an explosion. You, me and everyone in this room except maybe Tank would be dead within 13 seconds, trust me, I'm a chemist.

Graffiti put her pink spray paint back in her bag as the lightning in her face dissipated and turned to squint her eyes at Ditch.

I want to hear your plan, I have a sudden urge to fight something...something solid.

Graffiti turned back to Ecto and gave him a friendly wink.

So, Omega thought to himself, this is a bit more personal. But, still, it feels like there's more to it than that. Is there some sort of deeper connection? This doesn't feel like a normal revenge mission...we'll see...

Omega wasn't too excited about going against a super that could basically suck out your soul, but he didn't have much choice. Umbra was a serious threat and had to be stopped.

The bickering had come down to actual threats and shows of power, and it had become quite enough. Omega jumped from his spot in front of the stage and landed on the stage near Ditch. He lifted his goggles to rest on his forehead and brushed one of his dreads aside out of his face.

“Alright, guys. This is getting out of hand. Ditch didn't bring us here to fight each other. If we're gonna take down someone this powerful, we obviously need to work together. We've all agreed to do this thing, so let's stop acting like we're in high school and hear her out. If we have some sort of advantage right now, we need to exploit it. Looking at this room, I can see we're more than capable of taking this guy out!”

Omega sounded as confident as he could, though he could see Ditch had bit off slightly more than she could chew. It would take some time before they were able to mesh as a real team. Omega had seen a lot of these vigilantes in action and even tag teamed with a couple at one point or another, so he knew what they were made of. But they all worked alone for a reason and being part of a team would be a challenge.

“I'm not trying to take the lead here, so, Ditch, you said you have a plan…?”

Lightning cracks, ears perking at the sound Aurora turned her head. Her lips in a thin line as her mind focused on what was going on before her. In the back, slightly above. Dagger gaze, and..can? Graffiti? The sound of shaking cans was indeed hard to mistake, only to find the feathers covering her hair began to stand up ever so slightly, static dancing across whatever skin was exposed.
"Threats do nothing but breed doubt, a calm mind or even silence can end this."

The words falling from her lips she simply stood and listened. Picking up the voices, the tones, the depth, the slight change. The easiest to follow would be the dagger eyes, his accent was low, not vary common. The woman on the stage questioning Ditch sounded sharp, someone who thought higher of herself, maybe she had a reason for it? A large income? High upbringing? Rose was already spoken for yet she could not help but once again wish she had a way to figure out who Turn Back was. Her took something off, the sound of fabric falling to the floor was most likely what he covered his face with. Half mask at least, scarf maybe?
Levi
It was a faint voice, Ditch speaking behind her, Aurora found her attention grabbed once more. So, dagger eyes was Levi, that may come in handy in the future.

Voices and clashing minds. Fighting behind her and accusing words at her sides Aurora once again found herself with her lips sealed. No need to add to the flames that licked at the atmosphere.
Something kept pulling at her mind though. The one next to her, Ecto, at first she didn't pay too much attention to the male. But as he spoke she could not help but recognize his voice from somewhere, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

She could feel the air grow heavy once Ditch was questioned. Her father, killed and thrown in a Ditch. What a cruel name, the story felt like iron hands grabbing her. Memory flashing yet being forced back down like bile to not be thought of again. She had to focus on the matter at hand. And that was Umbra, they needed a plan, course of action, and Ditch seemed to have a plan. A motive for gathering and steps already thought of.
"Do you know Umbra's actual identity than? Or was your ties a simple acquaintanceship?" The more she knew the better, already she was weary, the idea of loosing her abilities was not something she could risk. "This plan of yours, who's involved in the first action?"

Hmmm. I do believe there are going to be some talks about design later. Girard thought listening to the idea thrown out from who he now recognized as Melrose Faye.

The big man kept enough into news as to what went on around Millennium and the death of her father had been a sign of good news. There was one guy who had a good point, it didn't take long to put together who he was after the quip from Graffiti, and it was hard not to agree with Ecto about needing more information on Umbra. He had hoped the little exchange before would have been all that Sparky and Graffiti had but it appeared someone hit a nerve or at least a point of frustration. Then again this was the living sparkler he was talking about who never seemed to know when to lay off and in this case given reasons to lay off him. Good old Reaper managed to pull his attention with some questions to Ditch about one point he had overlooked about they're host knowing Umbra. The woman had been giving good answers to anything tossed to her but her explanation for this was far different, much more powerful in his mind, than the original speech. Tank couldn't entirely relate to the death aspect but going after the one who threatened family or worse was something he knew all too well hell it was how he came to acknowledge his power. However, despite the big bad being as dangerous as he was there was no way in hell he was going to back off, not for fear and not because anyone's doubts.

If there is one person who is gonna put the first major hit into Umbra, wouldn't surprise me if it was her. He thought feeling confident he wouldn't be wrong.

Girard turned his attention back to the conflict between Graffiti and Sparky which seemed to be coming to an end now that both of them had a say though not before the last of the threats were made aware. He couldn't help but agree with Omega that it was getting them nowhere not to mention putting a bit of a wedge in between them which was something they couldn't afford if trouble came knocking. The thought seemed to be the same among most of them giving at least some relief that this wouldn't happen more often, at least not immediately.

"Now that we have all that out of our systems," The big man said pausing to clear his throat in mild annoyance "Lets hear this plan so we can get to work, this ain't going to be one way or the other."

Wasting time was not generally his prerogative especially considering crime and there were more than a few things they could be doing right now whether it was sorting out the hole in the wall or punching the snot out of a particularly nasty baddie.

All Rose could do at this point is sort of watch, her eyes staring intently at everything that was going on, and even in the face of her mind being flooded with new information as people flaunted their powers she could still think clearly. At this point, the tensions and fear and insecurity were running so high that even Ditch seemed to wave her off, nearly completely. It was something she had acknowledged a few years ago but still didn't know how to handle all the time, that she was an empath and all these high running emotions were really starting to affect her. So much so that she even took Ditch's small remark as being 'not important.'

That triggered a very typical reaction from the rich girl. Suddenly her senses were filled with depression, familiar feelings of being abandoned and ignored, and it wasn't just that she didn't have much to say - she didn't feel like saying much at all. Assuming anyone had been even paying attention, Rose's expression fell from the calm, confidence that had entered the room to a quiet mouse hiding in the corner. She fell completely silent, looking both uncomfortable and unsure of what to do, just sitting there awkwardly. All this tension had put her in a sour mood and in truth, she had always been willing to be the last to leave anyways - she only lived a minute away - so she just sat there...

Turn Back looked at the girl who'd stepped up next to him, holding back a bit of surprise. The crime lord's daughter was Black Rose? "It actually was getting hot under there, bandannas aren't the best for keeping cool." He paused, noticing a change in expression on the rich girls face as the fighting got louder and louder around them. He stood conflicted for a moment, whatever was going on wasn't any of his business, but... If they were to be a team, then it would be. He sighed inwardly and turned towards Melrose. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly, his eyes flashing towards Graffiti and the sparky guy. "You seem kind of put off suddenly. We can make this work, this team thing. It's just... Getting a bunch of people together used to working alone will have some rough patches, you know?"

Kara Banks / Wraith

Well, Kara really wasn't sure what to do right now. From what Ditch was saying, this Umbra guy was worse than she'd expected. Taking away their powers? That could go very, very wrong for her. She didn't want to know what would happen if he caught her while she was walking through a wall or something. Suffocation wasn't how she wanted to go out. Wanting to get justice for her father though? That, Kara could relate to. Maybe she had more in common with Ditch than she'd realised. Funny how you meet new people.

As for the rest of the room, Kara wasn't sure whether to be depressed or just annoyed. Seemed like the lightning guy was walking out, and the spray-can girl was still yelling threats at him or something. This really reminded Kara of the babysitting job she'd been dragged into last summer. Except instead of puke, they had superpowers. And instead of toddlers, it was some edgy lighting-man and an overenthusiastic vandal. Sometimes she wondered where things went so wrong. If they can kill Umbra half as fast as they killed the mood, then he'd better be scared.

She was planning to ask some questions, but it seemed like the others had them pretty much covered. There was one thing that she wanted to get out of the way, though.

"You know, as much as I appreciate the posturing and all, before we get into plans I'd like to know who I'm working with. Hopefully without any more of this bickering. I'm sure some of you have done your research and all, but I've got no clue who half of you are." she looked around the room, hoping someone would be listening. "No offense." she added with a bright smile.

Interacting with: His lonesome.

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After his rather dramatic exit, whilst walking the desolate and ear-piercingly silent streets close to the warehouse he realised in the back of his head that he shouldn't have left early, and overreacted like that, but no matter, Ditch would most likely find a way to get ahold of him and send him information. Nevertheless he was still slightly annoyed at the events that transpired, a scowl permeating his face, but not his normal resting face which was deadpan emotion, this was an irked off expression.

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It had been a bit of walking, numerous thoughts of how he would eventually work with this ragtag crew to take down Umbra filled his head, and before he knew it, he was getting close to his home. He must have looked like a civilian merely passing through, but he felt cold steel pressed onto his back.
"Put down your wallet and prized possessions on the floor, or get filled with lead." a voice behind him sprung up in an almost realized tone, a tone that was used to doing this kind of thing.

Of course Levi placed his wallet and belongings on the flo- he fried the mugger. Electricity built up around his body and conducted from the gun onto the mugger's hand, effectively paralyzing. He had overdone it a bit because of that rather unsavory exchange with Graffiti earlier, and the man was basically going to be paralyzed for a few days- at best. Levi quickly dialed the MCPD and left them a quick snap with an address through one of his disposable phones. He threw the disposable phone onto the quivering body. So that's why he had phone(s).

He finally reached home, and with a rustle through his jacket pockets he found the key in one swell swoop. The smell of smoke hit him in the nose, but this didn't alarm him, he made his way into the spacious living room, filled with lacking furniture. The one thing that may catch the eye is the shrine, a rather distinguished one. Incense strewn about with fresh flowers, a picture at the center of it all, a picture of his sister- Jaine Lynn.

"Hey sis." he said in a lower, melancholic tone, his scowl all but faded instead replaced by a solemn, downcast expression. "I'm back." He took of his gas-mask and bowed slightly towards the altar, the incense about halfway done. He walked to the kitchen, his footsteps echoing across the empty home, and fixed himself some cup noodles- a chosen food choice of his, having gotten used to it in his childhood. He opened two, heating both of them up. He walked backed into the living room and placed one of the cup noodles he made on the shrine, and opened his. He sipped slowly, the hot steam rising past his eyes, thinking of the future events to come. He wondered if ditch would message him the details.

The damned noodles were too soggy, only his sister ever got it right.

Ecto answered Graffiti with a wide grin.

Ooh she's witty, I like her. - he thought to himself.

And yeah, she would probably take down this whole building, with everyone in it. The pressure alone would turn most of the supers into mush or just plain vaporize them (as in the case of Ecto), and the acidic gases would take care of the rest.

Levi seems to have some serious issues, it's probably better not to push him. Eric would have no backup against those lightning arcs, they would probably hurt like hell. Too bad, he was already coming up with some nicknames for Levi: Angst Lightning, Broodstorm, Edgy McThunder... Maybe a bad idea.

He was thinking about how certain supers here could totally obliterate him if it came to a fight. Elemental and mystical supers could probably make him swallow his teeth, but physical supers, like Tank, might not be able to touch him at all. Although... Wait, this is stupid. He suddenly realized he was being an idiot, and they should be focusing on working together, not holding a pissing match. He crossed his arms and waited for Ditch to lay out the plan.

Everyone seemed to agree that they were ready to hear Ditch's plan. Ditch grabbed her backpack and propped it up against her knee, moving to unzip it when Wraith spoke.

"You know, as much as I appreciate the posturing and all, before we get into plans I'd like to know who I'm working with. Hopefully without any more of this bickering. I'm sure some of you have done your research and all, but I've got no clue who half of you are." Ditch stopped. "Hmn. Good call. Alright." Ditch put down the backpack.

"Graffitti. Air Pressure manipulation. Raven Tale. Story book summoning. Omega, gravity manipulation. Turn Back, Kinetic Absorption and Redistribution. Gorgon Eyes, Devolution. Ecto, Ghost Psychology and such. Tank, certain invulnerability and strength. Reaper, darkness manipulation. Black Rose, accelerated mind." As she spoke, she pointed towards every person in question. "Levi just left. Obvious electricity manipulation. And you, Wraith. Density Manipulation." Ditch said everything without even so much as a stutter. "And then there is, of course me. Of course, that's all bare-bones, but I'm of course not going to start barfing personal information." Ditch brushed her hands together as if wiping off dust before picking up the backpack again. "Now. Down to business. I've been waiting for this."

Out of the backpack Ditch pulled out a laptop. A few bills floated out as well when she pulled out the laptop, but Ditch paid them no mind. They were hundred dollar bills, yet she didn't care one bit. The vigilante used the stage as a table and placed the laptop there, opening it up and pressing the start button. The device whirred to life and she began to pull up photos and videos.

"Scarlet Shifter and Wall Walker, both well known rogues. Shifter is known to go after shiny stuff; Walker’s robbed nearly all the banks in Millennium City without being caught. Despite both their abilities being immensely powerful, they've never killed, which leads me to believe they aren't half as bad as the media is making them look. I've looked through the security cameras at the locations of both of their last sightings, and I found this.” Ditch stepped back from the laptop and let a video play.

A woman with a red cloth draped over her face covering her nose and mouth, as well the brightest red hair, was shown walking down a dark alleyway before she went out of sight. “Wait for it.” Ditch said. A good thirty seconds later, a hooded figure entered the video the same way Scarlet had come. Ditch expertly paused it at a moment where the figure’s clenched fist was shown. On his wrist was a black wristband, and when Ditch zoomed in, the following symbol was engraved.

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“Umbra’s mark. He carves it into the foreheads of his victims. Another figure similar to this one also followed Walker. They’re going to attack them, and I bet it will be soon.” Ditch closed the laptop. "I'm hoping we can split up into two teams; one goes after Walker, the other goes after Scarlet. Umbra probably won't do this deed himself, he'll send some men in, but that's no reason to underestimate the power of his soldiers. And if he manages to snatch these two, we're on a whole other level of "fucked"." Ditch muttered.

"Walker was nearly caught at his last heist, and Scarlet was injured just yesterday during a police chase, so I suspect they'll be laying low for a few days. That means we have time to strategize, decide on who's chasing after who, and such." Ditch gave a nod, signifying that was it.

Something changed in the air, head turning to Rose's direction she could not help but notice something changed. Uneasiness, what was wrong with her? She came here with an air of confidence, yet it was gone. A flick of the switch that had to have been caused by something. What was it?
"You know, as much as I appreciate the posturing and all, before we get into plans I'd like to know who I'm working with. Hopefully without any more of this bickering. I'm sure some of you have done your research and all, but I've got no clue who half of you are." She could feel her eye lids opening slightly yet she was quick to close them once more. "Sorry,but I can't afford to give out that knowledge." One false move and she could loose her competing line, others would think she had a unfair advantage if they knew she had abilities.
Yet she found her putting her lips in a tight line for a moment when Ditch decided to introduce everyone. Well that had been a interesting way to get around it all.

The sound of a bag unzipping she began to listen. The click of a lap top and tapping keys. Of course, its a damn screen. Gods she hates that about screens, can't really learn much from a normal lap top. “Umbra’s mark. He carves it into the foreheads of his victims" biting her lip in annoyance she sighed. She was going to have to ask Ditch what that mark felt like.
Scarlet and Wall Walker, interesting names. Though she couldn't help but remember hearing about them before. New maybe? Probably the news, one almost caught, another injured. And they needed to find them? A hunt?
Now that was something she could do. A hunt, nothing that the Grim couldn't find so long as he had a link. If there was enough and they were stubborn enough they might be able to find one of them before Umbra gets them. "Where is the last place Wall Walker was seen?" She loved a challenge, and this was probably going to be one of the most difficult so far.

"So, all we have to do is find them? This is going to be interesting."

He sighed inwardly and turned towards Melrose. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly, his eyes flashing towards Graffiti and the sparky guy. "You seem kind of put off suddenly. We can make this work, this team thing. It's just... Getting a bunch of people together used to working alone will have some rough patches, you know?"

Rose looked up at the man for a few moments, just staring before letting out a sigh and nodding slightly. "I know... I'm just.. not good with tension.." Though things had started to calm down and it was obvious Melrose was feeling a bit better. "But I guess it's dying down, now that Kid Spark is done throwing his fit," she said a bit with a bite - apparently she hadn't approved. Though she gave the man a smile, "thank you."

Hopping down from the stage as Ditch started to spill out a bunch of information out again. Though admittedly, it was nice to know the powers she was playing with, it still didn't provide even the hint of depth that she would learn over the course of working with them. Already, she had comprehended Levi's & Reaper's powers to an exactness and to some extend also Aurora's summoning abilities. Though mention of her powers made her blink as she gave Ditch a subtle look - she never expected Ditch to know her power, exactly, but she had gotten surprisingly close with her guess! Well, she was a smart gal and probably took her time to observe them.

The rest of the information was just minor details as far as she was concerned, moving to watch the screen and it's video. It boiled down to, two criminals needing to be saved from Umbra's henchmen so they either weren't recruited or didn't have their powers sucks from them. Umbra was definitely someone she needed to be extra cautious around - especially in the first meeting. She needed to survive the encounter so she could tell the others what and how he did it and what weaknesses he had... everyone had a weakness.

By the end she seemed to have returned more to her normal, causally confident self, as she looked at the others. "I'm fine going with either group," she admitted. Though, perhaps later, she would need to tell them all what her power REALLY was.

Graffiti's eyebrow raised when she heard Ditch rattle off the names and powers of everyone in the room. She was already aware of a few of them, but the density manipulation of Wraith and Turn Back's Kinetic Energy powers intruged her. She wouldn't want to be on the bad end of either of those powers, and she didn't want to have to be squabbling with more than one member of the group, the gigawatt boy was enough to deal with. Graffiti listened and watched carefully to the video that was shown and was feeling that tight burning sensation in her gut that she always felt when seeing a villain, a mix of fear, anger and excitement.

Not that I don't want to beat the crap out of Scarlet Shifter but I'll be Joining RavenTale in the pursuit of Wall Walker. Along with his location could you give me a rundown of his powers and abilites? I need to be fully prepped for anything he might throw at us, injured or not.

Graffiti turned back towards Ecto for a 3rd time, holding her hand out for a fist bump.

I'm going to feel a lot better taking on the Wall Walker with the help of Casper The Friendly Ghost and The Big Friendly Giant.Ecto,Tank you guys with me?

Under her face bandanna, Graffiti was smiling with excitement.

Girard kept en eye around to room at the others in the meantime ready to put out more fires if need be. He noticed Black Rose looked extremely down compared to how she walked in but Turn Back already seemed on it trying to smooth over the situation. It was good to see because the big man would admit he had never been good with the whole comforting thing being a forward and maybe a bit blunt at times, sure he could but words were best left out of it. Then Wraith took the time of day to point out introductions being a thing something that brought with it some awkwardness for the fact that no one had really taken the time to do.

"None taken." He responded with a shrug about to fix the mistake up until Ditch did it briefly except for her own information which he ticked up to brevity rather than trust.

Well there goes that. Useful info though. Girard though tucking the powers and names into his mind for later.

The big guy had a listen to what they were going to do as per Ditch's plan and to him it made perfect sense. Cut off resources and possible allies to Umbra while giving them some extra backup and allies of they're own. Well provided they could catch either Wall Walker or Scarlet Shifter neither of which seemed certain yet given that it might devolve into a scrap even if Umbra's men didn't get in the way provided they could keep pace with them. It took only a moment of thought for him to realize going after someone who could get above him really easily via walking up a damn wall would leave him practically useless. Sure he could blow through walls to keep up but he already did enough property damage on a regular basis only then it had a more direct purpose than just chasing someone, no it wouldn't do for him to put everyone in the shit for it. It seemed like a few volunteers for walker were already popping up and ones who might actually be able to keep pace where as no one had spoken for Shifter yet.

"Seems like a finesse kind of job, think I'll leave that to you guys and go after Shifter." Tank replied casually to Graffiti putting his two cents in.

Teeth grit. A shudder ran down her spine. More than anything a bad taste built up in Zoey’s mouth, a bitter aftertaste to an experience she never wanted to encounter again.

Another darkness elemental. How … unfortunate. The description Ditch gave had Reaper’s eyes narrowing, a bristle running through her body. Though their element may be the same it appeared that Umbra’s manipulation ran a different vein than her family’s down. Painful. Brutal. Certainly not something to build a career helping others on.

But it was not something to linger on. Reaper gave Ditch the respect of holding her gaze as their soon-to-be ‘leader’ spoke, baring her backstory to the rest of them. Beneath the mask her lips pressed together, unseen from the dark material, but her eyes never wavered. Reaper knew the loss of having a parent ripped from your life; two parents in different ways. Vengeance was perhaps one of the brightest burning fuels for those in this business, and something she could understand. It lit a fire beneath those already burned, urging them to go brighter and hotter until there was nothing but ash left.

It was hard to say what stage Ditch was at.

As Ditch pulled her gaze away Reaper bowed her head briefly in acknowledgement, a silent recognition of the answered question. She did not regret asking it, as such a thing had to be exposed lest doubt fester. If it was better to rip the bandage off quickly Reaper couldn’t say, but she had gotten her answers and fell back to quiet contemplation as her eyes roamed the group once more. Truth be told, a small pang of feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, a mix of guilt and sadness that Reaper had no desire to let settle. Despite that conviction her shadow continued to wisp, rising higher and curling about her crossed legs hanging over the stage as they reacted to her emotion.

The others had taken it well enough. They seemed to be accepting of Ditch’s story and eager to move – some showing more enthusiasm in the case of Graffiti. Though, the one with the silver mask set Reaper on edge. Their beacon – and that of lightning bug’s – were slightly off from the others, just enough that it had trouble blending in. Larger, darker, more intimidating. The beacon of someone who’s hands would no longer be clean. When silver mask spoke Reaper focused on them intently, a frown tugging the corners of her lips down at their request. Innocent enough, but how sure was Ditch of these others?

Nevertheless Reaper showed grace in giving a small bow of her head at being introduced to the room, though she was more focused in what she sure everyone else was – their … teammates. How odd to say.

Reaper almost commented on Ditch dropped her change as the other girl set up the laptop, but dismissed the few hundred dollars as unimportant. She wouldn’t retrieve them from the dirty floor either. Instead Reaper finally slid from the stage to prowl around and get a better look at the screen, coincidentally near silver mask , her crossing her arms without a word as the images flashed by. Scarlet Shifter and Wall Walker. She had heard of them – who hadn’t in this business? Ditch’s plan, however, had her lip curling in an almost feral manner.

A criminal was a criminal, no matter the reasons. Were the situation not so dire she’d be tempted to take her own punishment from their flesh. As it was… if Umbra was that powerful the allies would be a strike against. Reaper didn’t have to like it, though, and huffed near silently in disapproval.

A sigh at Reaper’s side had her glancing over, looking to the smaller girl beside her. A pale woman from what she could see, with a raven’s mask that nearly engulfed her identity, something Reaper could appreciate. It took her a moment to figure out why the girl seemed annoyed, but a glance at the cane had her memory of watching Ravens Tale enter the auditorium play before her, cane tapping along the ground. Really? She had forgotten. This little presentation was no doubt less than useful to her, though hopefully Ditch knew what she was doing about inviting her. Otherwise it would truly be a case of the blind leading the blind.

With a flick of her fingers shadows coiled into a small ball at her palm, Reaper beginning to move and shape the shadow. Small objects such as this were more her father’s finesse, with Reaper having brute strength and ferocity packed within her frame. Which made her decision as well.

“Shifter.” Reaper said simply without looking up, once again the fact that words came from her lips beneath the mask odd and foreign. It wasn’t as odd as before, as in her palms the shape began to take form. A solid bar as base, from there smaller strikes gathering through it and multiplying…

There. In Reaper’s hands, wisping gently now lay a solidied form of Umbra’s mark. She almost reached to grab onto Raven Tale’s hand in order to bring up but stopped at the last second, remembering just how dangerous some of these people could be. Instead she lowered her voice, already quiet, to talk to the other vigilante.

“Umbra’s mark.” Was all she said, taking the solidified shadow in her palm to press it against Raven Tale’s. She retreated from the touch quickly to let the other woman take or reject the offering, crossing her arms once more to watch the proceedings. It was … quieter without lightning bug, though many were still riled up. Graffiti in particular was eager, though the others were getting further into the plan as well.

As for Reaper? She was just getting a headache. She could already see the wires that would be crossing in a targeted project such as capturing the apex predator Scarlet Shifter. Hopefully they’d get some work in before they all went to doing their own things.

Eric remembered Wall Walker, he saw him on the news during a chase. There was a lot of collateral damage. Not because of the robbery itself, but because of goddamn Captain Powerhouse, a self-entitled superhero who Eric used to know as Damien Reed, his childhood friend. He was now a smug asshole who worked for the corrupt leaders of Millenium City, who in turn praised his "heroics".

But seriously. The Goldrose Bank just happened to get destroyed while the Wall Walker was being chased by Captain Powerhouse? Everyone knows that the owners of that bank opposed the secularization of the stocks market by the Mayor's Office. On top of that, Wall Walker was already out of the bank. And what appeared in the news? Captain Powerhouse, hailed as the savior of the city, while one of the few companies that opposed the City Council's greedy centralization was basically forced out business. Everyone was cheering, the good ol' Captain was smiling for the cameras, and Wall Walker was never even caught. What a load of bullshit.

Ecto clenched his fist. Coincidentally, Graffiti raised her hand for a fist bump. She offered to go after Wall Walker, teaming up with Raven Tale, Tank, and Ecto.
Tank proposed to go after Scarlet Shifter instead. What he said DID make sense, if this was a mission that required subtlety, than this was DEFINITELY not one of his's strong points. Poor Stage.

Ecto concentrated on his right hand. After a second, it materialized as his naked arm, in the flesh. He raised his head to Tank: "Never keep a lady hanging." Then turned to Graffiti and gave her a fist bump. "I got your back."

Omega listened carefully as Ditch spouted off everyone's abilities at Wraith’s request. It was actually kind of necessary, seeing as there were a couple of people in the room that he wasn't particularly familiar with. He wasn't the kind to do a lot of research on every super in town. Most of his knowledge came from the field.

Devolution? So she basically goes into primal beast mode...cool. And energy redistribution? That must be why that tiny nut made that crater in the floor.

He also noticed how Ditch conveniently left out her own abilities. Why still so secretive? He wasn't given much time to consider it as Ditch continued to lay out the mission.

He got into a better position to see the screen, quickly realizing that Raven Tale wouldn't be able to see it. He looked back for a second to see that she was standing very still again, and it seemed as though she was using every bit of her other senses to take everything in. He admired her tenacity in spite of having a flaw that would completely cripple most people. He understood that quite well, having a brother that was a paraplegic. Even when his mother wasn't able to heal the extensive nerve damage done to his legs and back, Ellis kept his head held high and pressed on. His strength inspired Manny, and still does, and he sees this same strength in Raven.

Giving her a small grin, he turned his attention back to the laptop as the video played. When it finished, Omega thought back to a man he had chased after a bank robbery. The police had lost the guy, but Omega picked up the pursuit. The guy was pretty mobile and even started running up walls. He almost caught up to the guy until he went through a wall like a ghost. Omega thought for a second about ‘Tank’ing through the wall with a blast, but thought better of it. How many walls would he have to blast away while this guy just casually waltzed through them? After losing him, he later found out that his name was Wall Walker.

Raven, Ecto and Graffiti had settled on taking Walker, while Tank and Reaper decided to hit up Shifter.

“I'm pretty sure your method for going through walls differs just slightly from Walker's, so Scarlet is your best bet,” Omega said walking up to Tank and patting him on the shoulder. “I've seen Wall Walker in action and he can really move, so I'll be joining them.”

Omega gave Graffiti and Ecto the thumbs up and waited to see who else would come along.

Wraith

Wraith listened to Ditch's rundown of their powers with interest. Seemed like they were pretty powerful, at least, and she knew everyone's codenames at least. Satisfied, she nodded to herself, and was happy to watch the little presentation that had been put together for them. She noted the bills that fluttered out with the laptop, and was tempted to pick up a couple. After considering it for a little longer, she decided against it, a little ashamed for even thinking of the idea. She wasn't some common thief. Common thieves ended up like the man she'd met this evening once justice caught up to them.

She would have liked a little more detail on the other vigilantes, even if she understood why Ditch wouldn't give it. It was just that a few of them creeped her out, just a little. Like the darkness-user, 'Reaper' if she remembered right. It felt as though she was looking straight through her. That wasn't a feeling that Wraith enjoyed. She glanced at her briefly, but decided to think about something else instead of dwelling on her thoughts. Whether she's got me figured out or not, there are more important things to deal with.

She listened to Ditch's little presentation intently. So, seemed like Umbra was trying to 'recruit' another couple of supers. Ditch also seemed to have a very dim view of killing, which lead Wraith to wonder exactly how much she did know about the way she operated. In her books, Wraith was probably worse than both of these crooks put together, even if she did go for 'victims' that deserved it as far as she cared. Probably just cross that bridge when she came to it, something which Wraith decided she would avoid doing for as long as possible. She thought about the two supers in the footage.

Wall Walker and Scarlet Shifter, huh. She had to admit, the idea of taking on either of them excited her. Looking at the footage, as well as from what Ditch said, they seemed to be fairly powerful supers. Not powerful enough to escape Umbra's little servants. Both of them intrigued her, and she found herself wanting the opportunity to fight Scarlet. Still, while she'd love to try and beat the snot out of the shifter, looking at the abilities the pair had displayed, and even their names, it seemed obvious which one Wraith should go after.

"I know there's a lot of us going after him already, but I think it makes sense for me to go after Wall Walker." she said, with a small smile that didn't match the slightly predatory look in her eyes. "I can walk through walls with my ability too, you know? Anywhere he goes, I'll probably be able to follow."

Listening to the conversations around the lap top, Aurora found her ears following a pair of footsteps. Light, yet steady, Reaper? Clicking her tongue lightly she nodded, yeah, it was Reaper, taller, back straight it seems, or some kind of stronger posture than most. Once again she began to think of the advantages and disadvantages for going after Walker.

Kaite, if she used Kaite than it would have far better results than going after Scarlet. If she went after the shifter than she would have to use the Grim, sadly the Grim was used more for tracking than for combat. Yes, Walker is the safer choice for her to go after due to her abilities. If a fight were to break out she could at least have a chance.
"Umbra's mark." Being pulled from her thoughts Aurora turned her head at the sound. Her own mask kept her eyes hidden, pools of what many said to be a faint glow like blue. Something shifting in Reaper's hand, Aurora reached out. Fingers carefully brushing over what felt almost metallic in a way. The coolness of such material being absent, light but heavy, it was such a strange thing to hold. Something that she may never figure out fully.
"Thank you" her hands were already running over the object. "This is indeed more than helpful." She wasn't lying, the figure was coming to life in her mind. Lines, like the marks one would make in a prison. Slightly leaned but extremely fine, six vertical, one horizontal. Least they wouldn't get a count mixed for it, he made it easier for someone to find the thing.

Standing to listen as everyone began to figure out who went after who, Aurora kept thinking as she continued to run her hands over the creation. She wanted to make sure not to forget it. "My summon that is most suitable for combat works better when hunting a male. She travels short distances by vanishing and reappearing if she wishes, something like a wall? If its thin enough she would keep after him till our separation starts to cause me damage."
So many were going after walker though. Was she right in doing the same? Or was there another way to go after Shifter? "Lets see, I could use the same summon on Shifter. So long as she stays a human, that name of hers is making me think that's not the case." The Wraith that stayed by her side all these years never went after animals. Humans being it's only target for it's own reasons. "If shes anything but human than the Grim would be the next best thing, even than he's used for tracking."

So many ideas, so many choices. Yet each one comes at a price. The Risk of Katie leaving her is always there. It was never a pleasant thing to be too far away from the Wraith as she tugged your soul with her. But than there is the idea that Shifter could easily over power the Grim.
Tapping her cane to the floor she held the creation in her hand. Her thumb running over the surface once more she rose her head. To some it seemed like she looked right at them, yet her gaze never truly rested on any of the vigilantes around her.

Turn Back smiled wanly at Black Rose, patting her shoulder and nodding. He wasn't very good at this comforting thing, but he tried his best. If they were going to be working together, it would be best to-- Is that money?! Turn Back's attention shifted away from everything to the bills settling on the ground. For some reason it seemed Dicth was carrying a backpack full of hundred dollar bills, and the breath caught in his throat. That much money would... No, stop that. Not going to steal from teammates. Bad. Bad Jason. He cleared his throat and tried desperately to pay attention, perking up when he realized they were getting down to business, to defeat the baddies. He recognized the names used, but didn't know of them very well. However, judging from the murmuring, he guessed that Shifter would be the heavy hitter of the two...

"I'll take the polymorph witch." He said, grabbing his folded staff and extending it to full length, leaning on it for support. "If she's as tough as you all say she is, we'll need a way to stop her, and I can help with that. Do we have any leads?"