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Return Of The Stalker Van!


Did things always happen so fast when you were a criminal? It seemed like so many things happened in such rapid succession if not conjunction. Seth gestured for him and Nightfall, whoever that creepo was, to enter the van. This precog looked like Frankenstein, probably got out about as much too. Nightfall politely refused the offer, stating that he had his own ride; Odd eyes that one. From what little he could make of the guy they were about the same build and probably age. Nightfall seemed like one of the those guys who always had three plans hatching and you only ever knew about one of them. Meanwhile, Greed flickered several times, returning with both Blackout and the girl in a matter of moments. However this guy teleported he did it quite effectively. Blackout was trembling on the floor of the van and the girl immediately began practically screaming at Blackout. Apparently the teleporting was rather strenuous on the passengers.

He stepped into the van with a simple nod to Seth, "Instead of being a bitc- brat." She was still a girl after all, albeit a rude one, no surprise there. Hopefully either wasn't part of the 'team' he was to be on, or she wasn't like this all the time. Because so far she was pretty dang annoying and useless. Part of it was that Regus felt a need to protect Blackout and partly because he plain disliked women that whined all the time. Reminded him of a little too much. "You might note that we have a large bag of cash and no one is in sight, which means we're home free. That is unless you want to stay here and continue belittling us or we can get going!"

The last word was rather pointed, aimed at Seth and whoever the driver was. No one was here yet but he had a feeling Chroma wasn't exactly going to sit still and wait for them to make a clean escape. While their money was admittedly still as pale as cauliflower, Regus was confident they could fix it or it would wear off. Cape's powers tended to wear off with range after all. Usually. It didn't really matter, he had a mil either plus whatever he'd just made. Life was looking, just slightly, better. Regus didn't really care who Blackout was, why Nightfall was here, who the girl was, why the Boss had hired them. Money in the bank. As his parents had so eloquently shown him, money was power, and Regus loved the feeling of power like a drowning man loved oxygen.

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With the Hot and Bothered Scourge


Watching Scourge grimace at her "hot and bothered" joke made her smirk in victory. She never thought she'd get a rise out of his boring stature. she was too busy bathing in her triumph and the awe of his aura that the quick color of panic that flared out of his core caught her off guard.

"Scourge!" A scream left her mouth as the cape rush past her, off to the back of the bank were the sound of a rock smashed against a wall. Sure she hadn't gotten his real name but she knew the cape.

Spencer skid to a halt as she watched the man in front of her burst into flames before her eyes. Though caught of guard she didn't stop them self from watching as the flames rippled over his skin. She would never admit this to anyone, for they'd think she was insane but she found the flames alarmingly beautiful. The way his cracks/tattoos seemingly became molten magma across his back and along his arms and the way the flames danced around him and blended with his aura made the bright colors burst.

Spencer snapped her self out of her trance and took in Scourge's attire. She almost burst into fits of laughter but it wasn't the time for that. A humorous thought came to her mind and soon formed a sentence from her lips.

"Not even the first date and you're already stripping for me?" What? She couldn't help being so humorous.
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Alley Behind the Bank


Before Chroma's green paint would've incapacitated Blackout a random person appeared and grabbed the criminal, teleporting away in time to avoid the incredibly heavy liquid. This immediately infuriated Chroma. There's a fifth one!? With a grumble he formed another glob of green paint, preparing to fling it in the direction he believed Serephina was in before suddenly the teleporting man reappeared again. He was clearly trying to rescue the invisible girl as well. Normally stepping on the blue paint would result in a tumble, but it seemed the teleporter either knew physics or was lucky enough to get the idea that just standing completely still and balanced while teleporting would keep him from kissing the floor. Either way Chroma didn't wait for him to just leave with the other cape. "Don't want to spend time in the Birdcage, do ya!?" Chroma shouted at him before flinging it at him. Of course Greed was able to teleport out of the way, but Chroma continued to barrage him with green paint until he finally stopped appearing. The alleyway was mostly blue but now had many various green splotches all over.

After a moment of silent rage Chroma finally negated all the paint in the alleyway. But he very specifically didn't negate the blue paint that had gotten on Blackout, Serephina, and Greed. While the white bills would return to color once they truly got away, the paint they had stepped or fallen in would not. Greed would only have it on the bottom of his feet, where he could take off his shoes if he didn't want to fall down every time he tried to move. Blackout had it the next worst, as it was along his feet, pants, and one side of his torso. He'd have to strip down and probably even wash his hands if he ever wanted to stop slipping. Serephina was in a similar state to Blackout, but due to having fallen into the paint in a tumble rather than a straight fall she had much more of it covering her. She would also have to find new clothes and probably even wash her face and hair if she wanted to truly get rid of it. While Chroma couldn't stop them from escaping he would at least cause them further inconvenience. No matter how far they were teleported away they would have to deal with the blue paint themselves.

"Mover cape on scene. He teleported the other capes to another location. Stranger also confirmed, capable of being invisible. Five capes confirmed, wouldn't be surprised if there was more. They got away with the money," Chroma began relaying into his earpiece communicator. From the corner of his eye he saw the bright figure of Scourge entering the alleyway since it was now devoid of paint to hinder him. "The money was put in a white van. It left the back alley approximately a minute ago, set up a perimeter around the district to find it. Wherever the Mover went won't matter because they'll have to regroup at that van to get all the money." With his information relayed Chroma finally turned to face Scourge. The pain was still throbbing in his head, but in a way he was getting used to it. The severity hadn't toned down yet but Chroma was a stubborn person and wasn't about to just let this Master beat him in his own mind. But in the meanwhile he was not only in pain but in a terrible mood. "Let's go! We aren't going to let them just walk all over me like that! Blackout's Crew are within our grasp! And nobody makes Chroma look bad!" Chroma bolted down the alley in the direction the van had initially went, largely uncaring if Scourge was going to follow or not. He just knew that he could beat all of them in a fight, they just had to stop running and it would be his assured victory.
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Bank Alley

A warm breeze blew past Scourge as he looked up and down the alley. All breezes were warm with him around after all. He nodded at Chroma's intel, glancing back at Spencer with an annoyed look. He hadn't planned on stripping, nor was there going to be a date to begin with if she took the 'even if you're a criminal you can leave now you're not the top of our priorities list' vibe that was clearly being given off. Then again maybe she was a rogue who wanted to help. Or, the worst possibility, a fan girl.

"Run! There are criminals nearby, and you will only get in the way." As he spoke, his flames peeled away from his mouth, making sure the heat didn't distort the words. He gave a quick look around and noticed the wall where Drho had escaped through, and jogged over to it. He sidled through it as the proportion were slightly off, his flames quelling so as to not damage the building.

Scourge didn't glance back and continued his pursuit of Drho, but upon reaching the other side of the last wall he found no van. "Shit. Van has left perimeter. Scarlett, report?" He spoke into his comms, his voice tense. She replied almost immediately with an all clear, and a inquiry about getting higher ground. Scourge confirmed the request, and started jogging out to the nearest actual street to look for the van, and saw it retreating into the distance eastward bound.

"Van spotted heading east on West Adam St." He said into his comms, before stopping and looking around. "Wait. Where is our backup?" He said, suddenly concerned.

"Back up will be arriving momentarily. Situation on south side of city delayed forces."

"That's way too convenient. Precog among enemy forces?" Scourge asked, directing the question towards Chroma.

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In a Fleeing Van

Serephina had started yelling at Blackout, and a stifled sigh was let out. It brought him back to the world of not reliving his trigger event, which was a relief. Regardless it was like being thrown out of burning hot water and into ice cold water. Or starting to drown after being dehydrated. She was being unpleasant was the point.

Before Blackout could tell her to be quite though Drho intervened. The man stepped into the van, and defended Blackout without being too rude. He had to smile, and he turned over to nod his thanks. Seth, who was just outside the van still, threw a small earpiece to Nightfall, and smiled warmly. "We'll be in touch." He said simply,before turning to follow Drho into the van.

"Blackout strip. That blue paint will fuck everyone up if you don't. Serephina. . . You can wait until no one's around if you care. Seth said, carefully stepping over Blackout before sitting down in his seat again. Blackout turned a deep red, and he hid his face as Greed closed the door of the van.

"Please look away," Blackout said quietly, not meeting anyone's eyes.

He slipped off his shirt. The first thing to catch anyone's eyes if they were looking was the circular scar on his chest, which was a deeper tone then the rest of his chest His fair skin made it very noticeable, showing an extreme contrast. It spiraled out from the center, and someone with medical experience would know the kind of wound he had suffered before his trigger event was lethal. Though he wasn't religious, it was hard not to believe the woman who saved him to be an angel. It wasn't as hard after she snapped.

Blackout closed his eyes in embarrassment as he threw his wig aside and slipped off his pants next, though that was a bit more of a struggle, as the van had started to move. He slid immediately and hit the back of the van with a small grunt. He turned himself around, and used the back of the van as a way to leverage his pants off. Thank god the paint hadn't seeped through the jeans.
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Reinforcements car


"This is Chimera, what's the situation with a master-class cape? Perimeter establishment unit will be arriving in one minute." - Said the girl in a car through her com. She was dressed rather brightly, as usual. Short hair, huge weights in her ears and a heavy facial piercing. There was almost no difference between her day-to-day attire and cape costume. The precise difference was the cape itself - the extension of her scarf, that stayed on even when she was in a beast form. It was made of seven stripes of clothing, sewn together to form the rainbow. The only clothing that stayed on, rather embarrassingly. She wasn't a fan of shifting back in front of other people for obvious reasons. She wasn't really afraid to show her face, since her "battle form" was rather distinct, and regarded as "barely appropriate for a hero" by those tits at PRT.

The screaming siren of a car was rather getting on her nerves. Why wasn't it her shift? The van wouldn't have had the chance to run. It would have been a pile of scrap by now. Everything would've been resolved already. That mover... He would be trying to teleport those bastards out of her mouth by now, that's for damn sure. She also wasn't the best cape to handle a perimeter, she was a frontliner. She was designed to bash stuff in, not to calm the crowd. "If anything goes south, I am not sure I can minimize collateral. Crap..." - she thought.

The worst part was that she was running late. Which could mean two things: Either patrol unit will chase the van, and the perimeter around bank will be as pointless as a swimsuit in a desert, or they won't, and the van will be lost forever.

"Step it, mate! I could outrun this shitty thing without any cape voodoo!" - She shouted at the driver from back seat of a car. Nerves were getting to her, after all the training notion the upcoming fight was still a thrilling sensation, and not in a good way.
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Getting Heated Finally


She took notice to the flames dancing around his face and parting from his mouth as her spoke the warning to her. She took a moment to think about what she was going to do. Spencer wasn't exactly a good girl' but for so long she wanted a taste of some kind of action it almost no longer mattered how she got it. Maybe today was her chance to change.

"In all honesty, I'd like to help," Spencer replied, nodding to Scourge.

Spencer partially doubted he heard her considering she seemed to annoy him quite a lot. She wasn't trying to, but her bubbly self seemed to come off as just that. Not to mention the loud roar of those flames flaring around him, but there still was a chance her heard her as he ran off to where she could see some kind of blue paint. She sent some calmness in strong waves his way. She let out a light sigh and followed him through the person shaped holes in the building.
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Face Pressed Against the Wall of the Moving Van. . . Awkwardly


Serephina did as Blackout asked and turned herself around to face the back wall of the van. Remembering her beloved cat, she opened her bag and found Odette asleep soundly at the bottom, her face halfway covered by the black towel the was always present. Cats amazed her; she was just in a battle and taken an extreme fall and was covered in paint of all things and her cat had been asleep this entire time. She reached into the bag and petted Odette's head to wake her up. She needed comfort and Odette was the only way for her to get that right now. When she felt Serephina's hand, her eyes opened and she let out a small squeak. That sound was the only thing that could make Serephina smile most of the time.

As she rested her head against the wall of the abruptly moving van, she sighed and suddenly felt guilty for yelling at Blackout. "I'm sorry I jumped all over you. I'm kind of pissed that I'm covered in paint and my hair is gonna be hell to brush later. You did better than I would have trying to execute this plan and Drho is right; we have a bag of money and that's what we came here for. So sorry about that." She closed her eyes and waited on Blackout's response as she stroked the head of her cat and tried to slow her breathing. She would most likely ask to use some of the money they had acquired to get herself some new clothes because that paint was NEVER coming off and even if it would, she was not going to bother. She wondered where they were going, even though she assumed they were returning to Blackout's warehouse. Were all these capes coming with them? She hoped she could catch some sleep soon. . .
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Exit Of The Stalker Van!


Drho shrugged and did as Blackout requested, turning away and wishing the van had some windows to stare out of. Probably he an embarrassing tattoo he didn't want them to see. At least the girl was smart enough to realize when she was in the wrong and to admit her mistake. "My name is Regus by the way, not Drho." he said quietly. The name had been an arbitrary decision to get his way into the bank and he didn't really want to be known by it. However in the following investigation the PRT would probably find his name and decide to call him that, which meant he was stuck with the name for the conceivable rest of his career. Which hopefully wouldn't be that long. Regus heard a small squeak and glanced over curiously. A cat?

That women had brought a cat with her on a bank robbery? And Blackout was the one without a plan? No one in their right mind would bring a pet on a robbery. Whatever, he didn't feel like criticizing anyone. Moving his thoughts from the van he considered the money he'd just made. With the kind of dough he had just made and his future earnings, he could probably spend a year at this, then bail out and make a decent living. Hell he could probably just live off the interest of his earnings. For the rest of the ride where ever they were going Regus would be silent, contemplating his future. What would hopefully be a very, very, rich future and one that didn't end up in jail. Or the birdcage. A small shudder ran through his frame at the thought of that. No, he'd be very sure to avoid that fate.
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Blackout
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Seth distracted everyone a little bit when he started giving commands to the driver through the com system, and Blackout was thankful for the distraction. He pulled his Kevlar vest out from under his shirt and slipped that on for a bit of decency. Just a bit though, he still had no pants. Regus said his name suddenly, and Blackout nodded his affirmation before realizing the gesture was useless. No one was looking at him, as he had requested and he smiled gratefully.

"My name's Ryan." He said suddenly, before standing up and resting his hand on the side of the van for balance.

"Nightfall, come in. We are headed towards 7545 S Claremont Ave. This connection will only be secure for the next ten minutes, so if you have any questions ask them now." Seth said, before switching the outgoing frequency of his earpiece. "Take next left, and take right out of alley." He told the driver, before switching the com channel again.

"I guess we're going to my place, so that's the good news. . . I think." Ryan said, glancing around the van. He had pretty much forgotten the state of his clothes (or lack thereof) at this point. He was admittedly very fit, his arms and legs very defined. Though they didn't know it yet, The Boss had been training Ryan for well over two months. He had a strict training regimen, and was probably the most fit of the five present, excluding Greed.

As they took a turn hard Seth nodded at Greed, and the gruff man disappeared. Though no one in the van knew, he had teleported into his home to spend time with his family. He hadn't touched the bag of money though, so he didn't seem too suspicious. They were also unaware that Seth's instructions were keeping them from being captured, though they would probably make the connection if they thought about it for long enough. The dollar bills that were laying on the floor of the van began to turn back to their normal green shade, much to everyone's relief.
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Gael, Verens Estrada



Nodding as he was allowed leave, Gael turned and exited the alley, his abilities deflecting the attention of everyone nearby. Swiftly he navigated the area, locating the alley in which he had changed. Despite the smell he slipped the clothes back on, knowing he'd need to launder them later. He then quickly got into his car and drove off, quite aware of the safety precautions that the PRT were taking. He out maneuvered them, having drawn information from many minds on the layout of the area, as well as from his incredible memory. With some time in hand he slipped the earpiece that the Precog had given him in place. Useful, but troublesome if they could track his location with it.

He noted that his clothes didn't smell that bad, having only been left in their hiding place for 15 or so minutes, if that much. They had a grimy feel to them despite their being wrapped in something else, but it was considerably less serious than he thought it would have been. He made a note of that. He also made a note to carry something to eliminate the smell and shield the clothes the next time he needed to hide them. As his mind moved through multiple lines of consideration, branching out and elaborating on details and plans he was forced to shift a small amount of his focus to a new development the moment that the Precog contacted him.

He almost smiled, then reconsidered and kept his tone and facial expressions neutral. He began to utilize a psychic screen, drowning out intrusions with mental 'white noise.' The measure might confuse the Precog's ability in regards to him, though it was just as plausible that it wouldn't. Nonetheless, it was better to try and rule one possibility out than to not try at all--at least in these circumstances that was.

First he made a note of the address in his mind's eye, before zooming out to look at his mental picture of the city's layout. He focused in on the single street, recalled the area code, then narrowed the mental search down to a single area. He then ran through the addresses till he found the place. He would have raised an eyebrow, but the precog might sense that, so he didn't. "What's your angle..." he asked Seth, the question clearly aimed only at the Precog. He followed it up with something else, "...and what can I expect if I join the group? It's awfully risky, since they have a reputation now. I've done some research and having a reputation as a new villain is generally not a good thing."

While he didn't ask, he noted that due to the involvement of a Precog and the teleporter--not to mention the reactions they had given when they'd shown up--it was relatively clear that someone else was pulling the strings.

It was a dangerous and risky endeavor since the individual was an unknown variable. Gael didn't like unknown variables. He wondered what would happen if he decided not to join them, especially considering the fact that Seth had just revealed their base of operations. Then again, if they had someone backing them...perhaps finding a new place wasn't such a big deal.

All things to consider...and consider well. His focus branched off further, considering more possibilities. He'd need back up plans for sure. Running blind wasn't his thing and neither was not being prepared.

So he'd make damn sure that he was prepared--whatever came his way.

That brought a tiny grin to his lips. He wondered how things would play out from here. At the very least joining could be...interesting. He just didn't want to be trapped into doing so.

He didn't like having to follow the agenda of others.

So perhaps...perhaps he'd just have to change the dynamic.
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Among Friends in the Back of a Van


Serephina wondered why everyone was suddenly correcting her when she didn't know any better. Mr Wall Guy had never said his real name so how was she supposed to know? She decided to follow suit and introduce herself as well. Turning her head just enough to see Regus out of the corner of her eye but not enough to see the naked Ryan, she said "My name's Serephina by the way. And my cat's name is Odette. In case you're wondering, she goes everywhere with me so if you dont see her at any time, she's either in my backpack or we have a problem." She looked into her backpack and found Odette not sleeping anymore. She was sitting upright and trying to see over the folds of the backpack but was not tall enough to quite manage that. She let out a squeak of frustration and stood up on her hind legs in a gesture for Serephina to pick her up.

Taking her out of the backpack and placing her on the floor of the van, Serephina wondered if she would have to sit with her face pressed against the wall of this van the entire time or if it would be okay for her to turn around eventually. Odette's tail thumped against the floor of the van and made a ringing echo with each time. Stroking Odette's head and closing her eyes, she waited out the ride. She wanted nothing more right now than sleep.
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Where the van isn't


As Chroma sprinted at full speed, running in the direction the van had gone, it turned out that Scourge had taken a shortcut and already confirmed the van was leaving the area. He cursed to himself but didn't relent, sheer determination and rage pushing Chroma forward. The way he saw it meant that if they got away then he would've been robbed of a great opportunity. He almost captured three capes in one go, single-handed no less. But a twist of fate has resulted in that prestige being stripped from him. He wasn't happy about that.

"That's way too convenient. Precog among enemy forces?"

Just as he asked the question into the comms, Chroma arrived right next to Scourge himself. He had taken the long way there but he was at full sprint. In fact he didn't even stop next to his fellow Ward, instead continuing his sprint past in the direction that his comrade had previously called out. It was a vain attempt but Chroma was a vain person. Didn't stop him from answering though, granted it was over the comms considering he already ran past Scourge. "Maybe. If they had a precog when I got there then they would've escaped before I trapped them all. That would have to bump up the count to six targets if one joined. Seems to me like they had a second team to support the first, judging by the Master and the Mover. Wouldn't surprise me if they had a precog." Chroma had to slow down briefly to relay that information, but the moment he took his hand back off the earpiece he went back into full sprint.

He was able to see the van ahead in the distance once he returned his attention forward. There was a sparse few people on the sidewalk and they were all quick to get out of the way of the angry Ward that was running eastward. It was times like this when Chroma wished that he had superhuman strength and speed because despite his best efforts here he saw the van turn left into another alleyway in the distance. It would take him way too long to get to that alley to even determine where it would go from there. He knew that yet he kept running forward. When he finally reached the alley that it had disappeared into his rage reached a boiling point. There was nothing there. It was a through alley that stretched for several blocks and had multiple roads intersecting as well as various buildings with garages. "Lost visual on the targets. No traces. No idea where they went." Despite keeping his voice down it was easy to detect his anger. And if one couldn't hear it in his voice they'd hear it when he ripped the earpiece from his ear and tossed it at the concrete ground with full force while it was still on. The teenage cape leaned against the nearby brick wall and slid down until he was seated, panting in exhaustion and suppressed rage. "Damnit."
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Scourge
Bank Alley

Scourge barely registered Spencer's response, but he had heard her. Chroma replied to his question, and Scourge watched him attempt to catch up to the van in vain. He had obviously wanted this victory pretty badly, and that was justified. This didn't happen in Chicago. Villains didn't get away, the bad guys never won at all, even a little bit. Even with their Protectorate constantly at other cities, Wards like Scourge, Chroma, Scarlet, even Chimera led to flawless victories, but now. Even The Alchemist was a big "Fuck you" to anyone even attempting anything. Her very name was a crime deterrent, though these days she was doing only high level shit.

The bad guys had gotten away, and were probably not very worse for wear. Drho, as the unconscious bank teller would later report the name of to PRT officials, had robbed two banks in less then a week. Blackout had narrowly escaped capture a number of times, but now he had a team. Then there were the new villains, the stranger and master. They were both pretty new it seemed, and didn't fit the MO's of mercenaries currently active and known about in the United States. Despite this, they wouldn't be given names until it was proven they weren't known villains. Security footage had definitely captured the stranger's face, if Chroma's Tinkerfab hadn't. If she had true invisibility, though. . . God help us all.

Then there was Greed. He was an absolute monster, not being bound by the Manton Effect and all. He was a well known mercenary that had been working around the country for years. His power seemed to be short range teleportation at first glance, but at forty he was well known enough that they knew more about his power then that. His work against Endbringers had netted the PRT the information that he could only teleport so much. The farther he teleported, the larger toll it would take on his body, and enough consecutive teleportation would render him unconscious. Greed didn't seem to be bound by the Manton Effect either, though teleporting his hand into somebody else's leg wasn't a good idea. Upon teleporting again, he would be devoid of the part of his body that he had teleported into the other person, or sometimes he would just teleport the person with him. Regardless he lost what he teleported inside of others.

Finally the precog. Though he may or may not exist, his hypothetical existence would explain a lot in the way of Blackout's victories. Though a report of a precog that may or may not be present would probably just be seen as an excuse from the Ward's superiors. The question still remained though: How had all of the Protecterates been busy when the situation had started up till now?

"Chimera, I can help you secure the perimeter, and interview everybody that needs to be." Scourge said, glancing down the street in the direction Chroma had come from. He could see the signature PRT vehicles pulling up, and even thought he saw Chimera climb out of a car as she arrived.

Scourge sighed a bit as he glanced back at Spencer, his face a stern mask. His emotions were a conflicted mess right now, none stronger then the other in any particular sense. He was disappointing, apprehensive, annoyed, and tired. "Are you a parahuman?" Scourge asked, getting straight to the point as the flames peeled away from his head and shoulders. His hair was completely devoid of fire, as was the rest of the area above his shoulders, though his torso and legs were still engulfed with heavy flames.

His glasses showed the time as 4:26 PM now, and he knew he had to get home sooner rather then later to keep his mom from getting worried. He didn't let his impatience show though, as he knew he had to be nice to her.

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"My angle?" Seth had to pause a bit at that, not expecting Nightfall to ask such a personal question. It was really pointless too, as knowing wouldn't make the situation they were in any better. Then again, pleasantries came before business. He paused for a bit too long, and the driver grumbled a bit on the alternate channel. Nightfall asked a second question right as the driver was ending what he was saying, and Seth smiled a bit at the convenience. He had naturally started the conversation at a moment where everyone would be talking out of unison. It wasn't just a third sense; It was an extension of his will most of the time.

"If you want to know why you should join, you have no reason to ask me. I can see the future, but I could just lie to you every step of the way. You have no reason to trust me. The boss on the other hand, you can talk to him and find out why you should join. You're obviously at least a bit interested, or you wouldn't have helped to begin with." Seth replied, ignoring Nightfall's first question. He changed outgoing channels again and said to the driver this time, "Right followed by a left on intersection after next. We'll be in the clear, and drop off the recruits. After that we're heading to HQ."

As Seth spoke Ryan looked about the van again, and let out a small sigh. He had been half listening to Seth's words, and half not. Ryan enjoyed the feeling of knowing everyone's name though, so he had to smile a bit at that. He would finally be a part of a team, and he would have people to play games against. With a small voice that grew a bit louder as he spoke, he asked, "Does anyone have a jacket, or. . . Something warm I can put on?" The words left his mouth just as a small clink sounded on the roof. The noise was joined by many duplicates as heavy raindrops started hitting the roof, the sound filling their ears.
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She felt the presence of another ward before she saw a parahuman aura run past her full sprint. "Well someone's in a hurry," Spencer thought as she finally came to a stop beside the annoyed Scourge. Speaking of, the girl never got his real name. Hopefully she'd get it soon. Spencer watched the Ward known as Chroma run through the crowd not stopping a moment, something she doubted she could do in all honesty.

Spencer acknowledged Scourge's annoyance and took a step back away from his flaming body, but she watched him. Okay, she mainly watched the flames dance around his body. Flames then began to peel from his head and went down his shoulders.

"Are you a parahuman?"

Straight to the point then; She expected nothing less from his aura when they first met. Right now his aura was multiple dark grays and dark blue even a hint of baby powder blue was in there. Man this guy was interestingly dull. One day I'll get this man to smile genuinely. He needs it.

"No, but I'm your biggest fan- Yea I'm a parahuman" Spencer said the last part in boredom while the first sentence was excitedly over exaggeration. Another joke coming to play without her intending to.

"Are you annoyed with me?" She asked with mock sadness.
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Regus shrugged his shoulders at Serephina's explanation of the cat. Still a piss-poor reason to carry a pet around on something like this but it was a reason and Regus didn't feel like attempting to correct her lifestyle right now. He silently listened to Seth as he alternated between explaining something to a person on his comms and giving direction to the driver. Apparently they were being dropped off. Regus turned his head slightly at the twin sounds of Blackout's- no, it was Ryan's - voice and the rain tinking against the roof. Embarassed that he hadn't thought of it himself Regus shucked off his black hoodie and the sweats, "Yeah, here you go." He said simply as he tossed the black clothing to Ryan, revealing the red t-shirt and blue jeans he'd walked into the bank with. Had he put those on only this morning? It felt strange to be wearing his normal clothes again. Like he was suddenly another normal person, going about his day. Like he hadn't just robbed a bank successfully, again. Regus took off his mask as well, carefully placing it in a pocket. He wondered where they were being dropped off. It didn't really matter, he doubted it could be much worse than that seedy apartment.
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Gael, Verens Estrada

"My angle?" The man said, followed by a lengthy pause. In response, Gael's eyes narrowed and things began clicking into place.

his mind shifted focus, Seth's noted lack of response to his initial question was one he found quite telling. He had locked several of his tendrils of influence onto the precog and while he wasn't drilling into his mind or applying noticeable pressure, he was watching very closely for responses. From what he could tell, the Precog didn't even realize just how much he had given away by not answering him outright.

After all, sometimes it was what people didn't say which clued one in on what was important.

One of those details amused Gael, as it appeared that this Seth character was hardly as smart as his ability might have one believe as a sharper person would have deduced a good deal from the nature of the question itself. Yet, it appeared Seth had not done so at all, instead he proceeded to, well, not truly answer his second question either. At this Gael rolled his eyes, deciding he'd meet up with the group anyways. The Precog was right on one account, he was at least slightly interested. However, it was more that he'd have a better chance in a group than he would alone...at least at first.

Of course, this Seth had given him some other useful data as well. There was in fact someone pulling the strings. Perhaps being allowed to speak with this Boss could assuage some of his concerns, not to mention allow him a better grasp of the group dynamic thus affording him more context to work within. After all information was power and the more he knew, the better he could slither his way into the hearts and, more importantly, minds of those around them, applying a choke hold on their will and subjugating them in the end.

"Very well, Seth, I'll meet everyone at the address you gave. Hopefully your employer won't mind if I decline this invitation should it seem too...well, unsafe." his voice level and calm, though possessing the tiniest of suspicion, Gael responded to Seth, then set his GPS to the location, mostly to put up airs rather than because he actually needed it to find the place. The less people understood about his abilities, the better.

As he made his way for their hideout, he began looking over what he knew about his potential "team". He also decided not to say he'd join during this first meeting. He'd use this encounter to gather data first and once he had some time to think it over, provided nothing changed his mind during, he would give his response.

It was a nice feeling to have a plan.
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Chimera waved the driver as she left the car, going fast towards the bank. She saw the Scourge with some girl near the entrance. Chroma was out of sight.

"Chimera, I can help you secure the perimeter, and interview everybody that needs to be."

As she approached she spoke loudly: "First, is the chase possible? Second, did they left anything in the bank? Third, who is that girl? Fourth, give me a full report, especially about that master bloke. Fifth, we'll make the decision of who goes after them and who does the perimeter buisness as we go along... Also, the last one - 'sup Scourge! Nice to see you." - Saying the last senctence she smiled gleefully.

The faster she could get the grasp over situation the better. Out of the whole bunch Chimera was the fastest, that much she could say for sure, especially if that girl has some usefull power, the chase was still an option. They have a handicap of about three to five minutes, which wasn't that bad.

Even if the chase is possible, they should still leave somebody to establish the perimeter. Enemy certanly left clues on the scene, and losing what little they had would make the situation for PRT even more terrible.

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With a swipe of her new access card, and a quick squint into a retina scanner, Glint stepped into the Wards' common room. She was in full costume, of course, despite having only had to make her way from her mother's apartment down-town to the PRT building. The PR people insisted that heroes should be at their most iconic-looking while out in public, a fact that they never got tired of repeating, it seemed. She knew it made sense, but if she had to sit through another lecture about branding she would probably cry.

Honestly, it was yet another incentive to avoid the trip home altogether and spend the night in her quarters here.

In the safety of the Wards HQ, she felt she could probably get away with pulling her hood back, tucking her mask into a pouch on her belt, and shaking her hair free as she looked around. Odd. The place was deserted. She guessed that a few of her comrades would be out on patrol, but she'd expected to see Chimera or Scourge or... someone, hanging out in the rec room or doing homework. She didn't mind the solitude - she almost preferred it, actually. She'd only been a member of the Chicago Wards for a little over a week, so things could still be a little awkward at times. No, the problem was the possibility that there'd been some sort of crisis that she'd missed while she was in afternoon classes.

Frowning, she hurried over to the room's computer console and logged in, trying to remember how to look up the PRT's day logs...
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Gael, Verens Estrada

With Seth's voice reaching him several minutes apart, Gael made good headway towards the meeting place, his mind more focused on gathering psychic energy than it was on driving or plotting the conversation that he knew would ensue upon his arrival. Though there was one thing that Gael found slightly odd, and that was when Seth's voice had cracked upon his mentioning that he wouldn't be there. It was kind of funny, in a way, as Gael knew the man was a precog, even if he didn't know what form the man's abilities took. It meant that, more likely than not, the man's range from a given situation mattered very little in regards to his ability to predict.

He would be equally as careful as he had been as a result.

Several minutes passing, Gael eventually found himself pulling past the house in question. He was still in his costume as he parked two blocks away and then diverted the attention of everyone within a block of himself. Once he had done so he got out of his car, closing and locking its door behind him, keys in tow. He then took a roundabout route, before reappearing a total of four blocks away from the base. Here he made his appearance dramatic, suddenly allowing people to notice him. He walked as if focused towards a particular house, an empty building rather, knocked, and then blocked their vision as he made it appear as if the door opened for him. He entered the building.

If anyone did some looking into where he had been meeting, this would throw them off completely from his real trail as once he'd entered the building he reactivated his diversion field, making it once more so nobody noticed him as he walked out the backdoor and began circling back, unnoticed, to the true HQ.

It only took him about 15 minutes, and so he had roughly 15 or so to spare before the deadline of 40 had passed. The drive over hadn't been long.

Knocking on the building's door several times, his power tipping off the members of Blackout's team aside from Blackout, that their guest had arrived, he waited for them to let him in. He paid close attention to who headed down to greet him.

First impressions were quite important after all.

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