[color=f26522]"The what!?!"[/color] Brick growled, blinded by the sudden change in lighting. He clenched his massive fists, ready to pond the voice into silence. The situation was getting complicated. Brick didn't like complicated. He couldn't even pretend to understand what was happening, but it was obvious that whoever had just spoken was responsible. That voice had brought him here. It had made him sit in darkness, then blinded him with light. It had brought the other annoying voice with it, the one that kept calling him "moron". It had made him feel pain. That voice... it had made him remember Bryce. That voice would die.

As his eyes began to adjust, he searched the room for his target. There were more people in here than he had expected. The one closest to him ("moron" guy, Brick thought) was a tall, lanky man in a blood-red suit. More distinctive than his clothing were his hair, spiked and silvery-white though he was obviously young, and his eyes, the same color as the suit. His hands bore fingerless black gloves, a stark contrast to the formality of the outfit, and in them he clutched a rather large book. The getup confused Brick. Stranger still was that of the girl beside him. She wore a brightly-colored spandex costume, similar to those infuriating "heroes" who were always bugging him while he was busy smashing things. He disliked her already. The only normal-looking one was a teenage boy who appeared to have been speaking to spandex girl. Though he seemed younger than all of them (except maybe Brick... how old was he again?), the boy seemed less freaked out. His eyes were cast away from the costumed female now, staring at something near the opposite wall.

Following that gaze, brick found what he was looking for. [i]There![/i] The source of the voice had been a woman, dressed entirely in black. Long sleeves and pants covered her limbs, leaving nothing to be shown aside from her face. It was a familiar-looking face. Brick paused for a moment, trying to recall where he had seen her before. He hadn't recognized the voice... then again, the chances of Brick remembering something at all were slim. The girl had symmetrical features, emerald eyes, and a narrow facial structure. She was quite skinny, to the point where he could see the shape of her skull framed by auburn  hair. He would crush that skull.

Before he could get up to attack, the girl responded to his initial question. [color=39b54a]"The Outcasts,"[/color] she smiled. [color=39b54a][color=00a651]"Just a little name I thought up for our group."[/color][/color]

[color=f26522]"Group?"[/color] Brick forgot smashing for a moment.

[color=39b54a]"Yes. I'm sure you all recognize me."[/color]

Moron guy nodded, clutching his book closer to his chest. [color=ed1c24]"Shadow."[/color]

Shadow? So that's where he'd seen her before! Brick was almost releived he hadn't ttacked now. Arch-nemesis of the dreaded Paragons, this woman was the most notorious (and most hunted) supervillain in the country. She'd gone up against the entire team on multiple occasions and survived. The fact that she now stood before them was a testament to her skill. Had Brick charged her as planned, there would be no more Brick. This chick was terrifying.

[color=39b54a]"I see you do."[/color] She seemed amused by moron guy's fear. [color=39b54a]"So you know that if you try anything, it won't end well for you."[/color]

Brick could swear she was staring strait at him.

"Here's the thing. there's been a spike in the number of good-guy types popping up lately, and as much as I loathe to [color=39b54a]admit it, they're becoming a threat. So my proposition is that we watch each other's backs... for now."  [/color]