Scarlet Shifter
Reaper glanced around the second floor, but found it just as empty and disgusting as the lower level. When her back was turned peering into one room, a figure, silent as the night, stepped out of the room directly opposite of the one Reaper was inside.
A woman. Combat boots, black jeans, black tank top, and the brightest red hair humanly possible tied in a messy bun. Her left shoulder was heavily wrapped in blood soaked bandaging. Her eyes were red too; they could easily be compared to Levi’s glowing bulbs, only a different color.
“Ten seconds.” She hissed, her voice ever so slightly tinted with pain. “You have ten seconds to talk.”
Wall Walker
“It’s kind of quiet. Aren’t there usually a bunch of screaming children in an orphanage?”
"Good afternoon, Omega. " Ditch said, without even glancing towards him once. "Tis good to see you again. I imagine we await on others." “Yeah. Good to see you too, Raven Tale.”
"I'm surprised he'd be here... maybe someone important is here? Maybe he was once an orphan?" Only now did Ditch’s head turn, her gaze resting on Rose. “He's been hanging around this orphanage quite a bit. I have reason to think he’d be back today.” She looked back to the building with a small sigh.
“You don’t have to worry about any kids getting in harm’s way. They’re on a field trip. Some big company donated money for them to be taken to the zoo. The place is empty.” Ditch said, devoid of any emotion. Either she was nervous, or getting her game face on. Ditch was a cyber vigilante first and foremost; it would be interesting to see how she fared in a physical fight. “If everything works out, your devices should definitely stun him. The problem is getting Walker to stay in one place.”
She vaguely ignored Wraith’s happy-pappy greeting. “Really, if you were trying to hide something I’d suggest being a bit more quiet.” She muttered.
Only when Graffiti spoke did someone really truly grab her attention. Ditch, with gritted teeth, whipped around to face the spray painter. “Fucking hell,” She barked. “Can it. Pun intended. If you’re going to talk shit about your teammates, leave. Her “gadgets” are possibly going to be the way we catch this bastard if it comes to that, so be quiet.” She'd already had enough of Graffiti, and the woman has been here under three minutes.
Ditch glanced around. No other pedestrians. She pulled her skeletal mask out of her satchel bag and tugged it over her face, as well as some black leather gloves. And just then, a figure emerged from the orphanage. No, not from the door. From the brick wall on the side. Actually, correction. Through the brick wall on the side.
Though no one could see it, a grin spread across Ditch’s face. “Go time.” She said. The voice scrambler was clearly on, she sounded as if she was talking through a jar but ten times worse.
The Wall Walker moved away from the orphanage as if he'd just been taking a casual stroll. His hands in his pocket and his dark blue hoodie pulled over his face.
“Walker,” Ditch called. He froze, but didn't turn to look at the skeleton-masked vigilante. She waved a gloved hand at him. “Hey, me and my friends here were wondering if we could have a few words.” He still didn't look at the group, but slowly pulled up a cloth of sorts that had hung around his neck.
“Hard pass.” He retorted sharply, voice deep and gruff. And then, he bolted, heading straight to phase through the shoddy apartment building next-door.
“Well then.” Ditch muttered. “Here we go, I guess.”