So, in fairness, it wasn't usual for Alessa to freak out the way she was. However, keeping in mind the fact that she wasn't allowed to use her powers, and consciously reminding herself of that fact over and over again, was rather distracting her logical brain from the important business of not being terrified of the giant wolfman. This left her lizard brain in control, which was probably why, when informed that they weren't allowed to run away, her Krav Maga training kicked in, and immediately decided upon the least lethal move in the arsenal, reflexively side-kicking Protean in the snout quite firmly.
'...sorry!' she uttered, hands over her mouth, horrified once she realised what she'd done. Fortunately, she'd retained enough sense not to break anything, but she figured most people- wolf-hybrids- shapeshifting... most beings with snouts would have bruises after that. Whether shapeshifting helped mitigate that was a good question, but still, that had to have hurt. To his credit, he kind of just shrugged it off, and went on, as she and Ira continued running, to harass the teammates who were further ahead, before moving to the center of the room and turning into was he kidding right now? Nope, clearly not.
Okay, three riddles, the first one was fairly-
'Queue! Queue is the answer to the first riddle.'
Okay, the easy one was gone. Alessa cursed herself for never being great at them. Well, she wasn't sure about the second one, maybe she'd get back to that. So, if two coins made thirty cents, one of them wasn't a nickel... but you needed a nickel to make that amount, didn't you? No twenty cent coins existed at the moment...
'Hah! Achieved all on my lonesome. Google, where is thy sting? The answer is a stamp!'
Alright, well, that was kind of scary, wasn't it? She didn't want to dump Ira into a fight against Protean, but she also didn't want to fight Protean herself... well, maybe she should, actually, since she needed the experience, didn't she? But then so did Ira, and she was perhaps the weak link in their quin- oh, right, in their quartet... oh, wait a moment!
'The coin that's not a nickel is a quarter, and the other coin is the nickel!' she yelled, actually rather pleased with herself for that flash of inspiration. In a hushed tone, she then regretfully whispered 'Sorry, Ira,' to her partner, torn between accelerating ahead to avoid the inevitable lambasting or staying around to actually talk to her. She did not envy the person who had to fight Protean at any point, and least of all the non-fighter of the group.
His steps were methodical, rhythmic and relentless. His purpose; simple. He needed a platform of leadership. A group of followers that would fear him more than the orders he gave. What better place to go than to a group already broken in to leadership by power and intimidation? He'd heard of their activities and was not impressed. They were little more than a joke to the criminal underworld. He would change all that shortly. He was Damien and they were Swarm.
The door, though locked, lasted only a few moments to Damien's telekinetic force. It swung open as Damien stepped in nonchalantly. His mask hid his face from view, but it did not prevent him from smoking his cigarette through the mouth hole. He wore a fancy black suit to complete his non-traditional ensemble. He turned his head slowly from left to right, sizing up the place as if it were a house for sale. The gang members were like decorations and furniture of his new home. They stared back in shock, but quickly got to their feet in anger, "Who was this guy and who did he think he was?" They would soon find out.
Before they had a chance to shoot or speak Damien raised a desk into the air with his mind. It weighed a little more than 200 pounds. At 50 mph it was a deadly weapon. He launched it across the room against a wall and it splintered into a thousand pieces with a loud crash. Then he lifted papers, dust, dirt and particles of all kinds into the air with his hands raised upward. They slowly started to spin around him in a whirling motion. He walked forward with a purpose into to the very middle of the warehouse. Within a few seconds the objects were swirling like a miniature tornado. Then he spoke with an amplified voice from the center of the whirling vortex,"There is a new master in command, now. Submit or perish!" @Eklispe
Judah pressed the button to close the garage behind them and started bringing his gear through the door into the house. Then he turned to Zach and said almost as an afterthought, "Come on in." As Judah continued through the door it was sparsely furnished. It seemed to only include the basic necessities a house of this decent size. There was a kitchen table, flat screen TV, a single couch and chair..not much else. Oddly enough there was a dog dish. He stowed his gear away in a closet. Then he lazily sprawled on the couch, "Make yourself at home," he said to Zach. Suddenly, a black German Shepherd bounded down the stairs and nuzzled Judah's hands. "There's a good boy," Judah said smiling as he scratched the dog's neck and head.
Zach folowed Judah in slowly, noting the dog bowl with the slightest twinge of a smile. He remembered fondly the dog his family used to own, before the fire. He didn't sit down on the couch out of awkwardness but instead leaned against the wall. A dog bounded into the room, and ran up to Judah. It nuzzled his hand, and Zach smiled again, happy the dog wasn't paticularly concered with him. It might hurt itself if it tried to attack him, after all.
Outside of the house, unbeknownst to the two men inside of it, Gaia was busy running up to it with her mask on and nightstick drawn. "Dunn, should I just go for the front door and try to force my way in, or should I just try and get answers peacefully?" "It's really up to you, as I'm not the one with the control over our body right now." "Goin' in with the intent of peace it is." Gaia put her nightstick back into her bag and she walked up to the front door of the house, proceeding to knock on it with a weird rhythm while taking off her mask.
The dog turned toward the door and began to bark. That's when Judah perceived that someone was at the door with his ability. Then they all heard a few irregular knocks. Judah pulled a 1911 firearm from his holster and nodded at Zach. Then he imparted into Zach's mind, "Someone at the door this soon after we entered saw us arrive." Judah moved up to the window and glanced through, dog at his side. When he peered through he saw a girl with a bag. He reholstered his weapon but kept it in view and said, "Stay." The dog remained motionless, very obedient. A sign of good training. Then Judah opened the door enough to see through and said, "I didn't know the girl scouts were out this late selling cookies.." The remark was made in order to discern the motives of the girl. Just a tactic to get her to reveal her true intentions.
"Not a girl scout. Just moved into the neighborhood... actually... I came earlier but you weren't home, so I left," said Gaia with her hand behind her back clenched very hard. Girl Scouts? She liked the idea but god damn did this man annoy her with that comment. That was in the past though, and Dunn remained silent as Gaia continued to talk to the man in front of her. "With that aside, my name is Gaia, and I think your dog is cute." That last part was true though, as that dog was adorable.
The dog turning towards the door and barking surprised Zach, especially since it was followed by knocking. His eyes locked onto Judah's, before a thought was placed into his head. it was disorientating at first, before his brain justified it as being his own. He nodded to himself before moving to a spot in the house just out of sight.if the door was fully opened. He leaned against the wall, prepared to intervene. Judah opened the door, and made a sarcastic remark about girl scout cookies, which the girl on the other side dismissed quickly. He leaned out a bit, giving Judah a confused look as what he presumed to be a little girl commented on Judah's dog. Zach sighed, annoyed at what seemed to be a false alarm, and waited for Judah to end the encounter.
Judah wasn't buying her story. He could feel her anger flare up at the mention of not being a girl scout. The real question remained, what was her angle? He intended to find out. Judah opened the door slightly, feigning trust and asked, "New to the neighborhood, you say? What honor do I owe for visiting my door, of all places?" As he spoke he imparted the thought into Zach, "She's not telling the truth, I'd better keep my guard up."
"I just wanted to be friendly is all, and say hello. That being said, I have a small sister that lives with me and the speed you drove into your garage scared me. I'd like to ask why you were driving so fast..." Gaia responded, trying to look as earnest as she could. She could tell something was up with this man, maybe that he caught onto her ruse, or maybe that he was really hiding something that he didn't want her to know. Either way, it'll be found out soon what the truth is.
At his words and the thought appearing into his head, Zach tensed his body again, He couldn't tell which thoughts were his, and which were being given to him via Judah. He flicked his wrist and extended the baton that had been attached to his pants, the weapon making a quite click as it locked into its largest extension. He thumbed the release trigger nervously, wanting to be able to talk to Judah already, and wanting the girl gone.
Judah thought to himself, "So she saw us speeding. How can she have the guts to knock on a man's door, with a large dog, at a late hour, by herself..that as well as the fact that she got angry at my comment. Why do I keep meeting such strange people?" The fact that Judah himself was weird did not cross his mind. Judah decided that a new tactic was in order. He would invite her into his house. It would also give him a better shot at figuring her out. In his own home, he would have the upper hand. Every moment she stood outside his door, only drew unwanted attention. For the first time during their encounter Judah smiles, "You are absolutely right, driving at that speed was unsafe," he pauses and continues, "You said you think my dog's cute, if you felt safe, you could come inside and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate while you meet with us." As he speaks, he releases a subtle wave of happy emotions into their vicinity. It feels as though they were being enveloped by a nice warm blanket. Then he motions for his dog to come forward and begins to pet him. The dog wags his tail and pants, apparently pretty happy.
"I would love to, thank you!" Gaia responded as she entered the house. For the first time in this entire conversation, Dunn spoke up within Gaia's mind. "So you're just going to ignore that he was wearing a balaclava while he was speeding?""Patience, Dunn. We don't want to get a bad message across.""True, but don't be fooled by any of this guy's powers if he has any.""I won't be an idiot, Dunn." With that side conversation done, Gaia waved hello to the other man in the house, assuming he heard her name when she said it, and she began to look around while Judah prepared hot chocolate. She then realized that she never got his name, and as such she asked for it before continuing her perusing, "I never got your name, by the way."
At Judah's invitation Zach quickly condensed the Baton, and put it into his back pocket. As the girl came within sight, he was leaning against the wall, seeming relaxed. The girl waved at him, and he nodded in her direction. He bit back a jab about a lack of girl scout cookies, and instead stared at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Someone who was pretty obersvant would notice how tense his shoulders were, and how prepared he was to defend himself. His arms were even crossed across his stomach, an obvious signal about how unsure he was.
Judah turned from heating the kettle and replied to her question, "I'm Judah, this is my dog Axel, and here is my good friend Zach," Judah said as he gestured towards him. He tried easing the tension by continuing to release good feelings into their midst. It did seem to help. Axel, meanwhile, trotted around sniffing the newcomers. He nudged Zach playfully and then bounded over to Gaia. Any signs that there was anything amiss were completely lost on him. He was just excited there were other human beings around to play with. His master didn't entertain company after his trigger event and he was going to enjoy himself. As the kettle boiled Judah got a few mugs and poured them each a cup of cocoa. He set the three mugs down at the table. Then he went into the garage and grabbed two folding chairs. He gestured to the seats and sat down waiting for the other's to join him. He wasn't exactly comfortable, "social gatherings" as he called them, weren't his specialty. When they had taken their seats he asked, "What brings you to Denver, Gaia?" Axel sat obediently nearby watching their every move.
"That's a long story, I'll tell you that much. It also involves some death too, so I don't really want to get into it," Gaia answered before lifting up the mug of cocoa and blowing on it to cool the mug before taking a swig from it. The mood shifted to a bit of a different air when the voice that followed the next sentence was considerably different. "That's pretty good co... oh fuck me." The twins had transformed in the middle of Gaia drinking the cocoa from the mug, and with Dunn now present in his police coat, he had raised his arms in the air after he put down the mug. "Did we just-" "Yep." "Goddammit."
At first Zach hesitated to sit down in the chair, but he conceded when he saw the stranger move toward it. He sat down, and Judah asked Gaia why she was in Denver. She waved off the question, more than hinting it wasn't a happy story, before drinking the hot chocolate. In the midst of drinking. without Zach even blinking, Gaia changed from female to male. It was instant, with no showmanship. No curtain or lovely assistant for this magic trick. Zach opened his mouth, but closed it immedietly before looking to Judah with an expression that could be surmised as 'The fuck did you bring in here?'
As Judah listened to her speak, she paused to sip the delicious hot liquid. Suddenly, in the middle of her drink, Gaia transformed into a man with a police coat. The transition was instantaneous, with no warning. In fact, it seemed to even surprise the man when he swore immediately afterwards. Judah happened to be in the middle of a long sip when the transformation occurred. Unfortunately for Gaia/Dunn, Judah was so surprised he spat the beverage directly into their face. Judah dropped his mug, the cocoa spilling unto the floor as he reached for his gun. He stopped himself before unholstering it. Judah instead stood up and questioned him,"What was that!?" Axel barked in confusion and growled at Dunn. He had obviously never experienced such a strange thing.
Dunn lowered his hands to grab his shirt, rubbing his face clean of the scalding cocoa (which clearly left his face with some burns). "... y'know those parahuman things? I'm one of them. Well... we're two of them; we switch back and forth. Randomly. I'm Dunn by the way." Dunn was clearly not happy when he said that, and he was somewhat right to be unhappy as he just had cocoa spat in his face. His hands were back in the air as he spoke again. "Thanks for the burns."
Zach's gaze locked back onto 'Gaia' as 'he' cleaned himself up from Judah's coffee-saliva mix. 'He' explained 'his' power, that there were two different people in the same body, and this one was apparently named Dunn. He hesitated before speaking up for the first time. "I can understand why you didn't immediately come clean about being a parahuman." He wanted to offer some friendly remark but hesitated. That may be a bit too forward, and he felt like it would make Judah suspicious. He thought for a second before continuing. "Since Judah is being so kind as to let you into his home, maybe you should explain your power in its entirety-or at least what you understand about it." His voice was hesitant, and he spoke slowly.
Judah gradually relaxed his posture as he listened to Dunn and Zach. The room's mood went from alarmed into something more akin to stillness. Even Axel picked up on this and stopped growling. Judah nodded at Zach's comment and agreed,"Yes, why don't you give us the full rundown of your powers." He had completly ignored Dunn's comment about the burns. He thought he'd probably deserved it anyway.
"I transform between me and my sister randomly, and when we transform we go to the last state the other was in... I can also talk to Gaia in my mind," explained Dunn. He didn't really know how it worked to be honest, all he knew was that it worked out pretty well so far. "That's all I know about it at the moment, and how I got it was... awful. Just awful."
"It is unfair to ask about, um" Zach paused, trying to think of the word. "Trigger events." He said, remembering what he had forgotten since high school. "I thought most trigger event were caused by happy stuff, like the strong ones, but-" He stopped himself before he let loose too much information about himself. Zach had got strangely comftorable already, which was an odd thing. Normally the thought that he should be anxious would make him anxious but that didn't work either. The infinite regression was therein stopped and he drank some of the hot cocoa before him instead of worrying about it. Before the liquid could touch his tongue its momentum was stopped inside the cup. Presuming no one had seen the small moment of the liquid being still, he sighed as he set it back down on the table.
Judah scratched his stubble in thought as he listened to Dunn explain the workings of their powers. All this parahuman's psychological and emotional signs pointed to him being honest. Could their group use a parahuman who transformed randomly? It sounded like more trouble than it was worth. However, the ability to communicate with an entirely other being within the mind could prove invaluable. After all, Judah did it all the time. He slowly lowered himself to the chair and for the first time since the fight with Necro, felt the numbness in his neck. He rubbed it absentmindedly. The black handprint on the side of it could easily be mistaken for a very well done tattoo. Judah waved his hand dismissively after Zach spoke about skipping the trigger events and added, "You're right, those things are very personal and trust must be gained before they're spoken of," he paused for a moment and continued, "However, that means you have to earn our trust too. You wouldn't mind if I looked through your bag would you?" It sounded more like a command then a question. As he spoke he imparted the thought into Dunn/Gaia, "We'd better do as he says." Axel was still confused but calmed down somewhat.
Almost instinctively, Dunn almost eased up to the idea of this guy talking to him and asking to search through his bag, responding to the question with a simple "Alright," before continuing. Gaia, on the other hand, actively opposed this idea. "What the hell Dunn? What's gotten into you?""I dunno, I just think it's a good idea.""I swear this is going to go so far south.""Oh hush, maybe it won't." When Judah would look through the bag, he would find a half-eaten bag of Chex Mix, a standard issue handgun with bullets accompanying it, a series of crumpled up cash, and a notebook of various intel for the mission the twins were on beforehand. While Judah would be sifting through the bag, Dunn spoke up to ask a question to the two men. "I assume you guys are also parahumans? What can you guys do?"
As was the pattern, Zach hesitated slightly before responding. He figured keeping the general idea of his power concealed was a lost cause at this point. "Judah, do you have, like a baseball or something? I can demonstrate mine if it suits you two." He said, before blowing on his cocoa and trying to drink it again. This time his power let some through, just cool enough to not burn his mouth. He smiled slightly, before setting the cup down. His face turned more neutral as he made eye contact with the two people present, while waiting for a response.
Judah rummaged through the bag and found everything inside. When he pulled out the handgun he cocked it back finding ammunition and set it down on the table louder than necessary. He ignored his comment about being parahuman and spoke up, "You mind telling me what you were planning to do with this?" When Zach answered back admitting his status as a parahuman, Judah shot him a look of bewilderment, as if to say, "You're kidding me right?" The air shifted from stillness into volatility as Judah's anger kindled all around them. He was not always as in control as he wanted to be. Axel whimpered slightly in response. As Judah regained his composure the air coolled off around them. "There's no denying it now," Judah said with a resigned smirk. He turned to Axel and shouted, "Fetch!" Axel bounded away happily and brought a tennis ball over to Judah and 'handed' it to him. Judah took the ball, patting Axel's head, and suddenly threw it with all speed directly at Zach's face.
"I didn't get anything like laser-palms or stuff like that when I triggered, and I'm largely acting as an independent cape right now... so..." explained Dunn, trying his hardest to answer the question. What he said was true, that he couldn't really fight without anything to get him leverage on an opponent, so he carried around the gun for the firepower. He still wasn't sure why it changed to the nightstick when the twins swapped, but he really didn't question it. The situation quickly devolved into slight chaos as Judah threw a baseball with sheer force at Zach's head. Dunn didn't really react to it, but Gaia spoke up in his head. "That's gonna hurt a fuckton."
It was easy to tell Judah was more than a little mad, but Zach felt confident in his decision. Judah pushing anger into the air had the effect of making Zach feel attacked, and so made him feel more justified. At Judah's command his dog retrieved a tennis ball, and rewarded the dog. Zach sat with his arms crossed as the gruff looking man suddenly threw the tennis ball full force at his face. He flinched slightly after it collided with his shield, his power stopping it in its track. It was a elastic material, so the sudden stop didn't damage it at all, thankfully. The ball dropped into Zach's hand which he had moved to catch it. He lobbed it back to Judah, and gave a cocky smile to the two present.
Judah gestured to Zach and commented, "He's a walking forcefield and I.." he paused for a moment considering whether or not to go through with a reveal. It would be the best way to create trust, but Judah didn't know if Gaia/Dunn could be trusted. Zach had already proven himself by jumping in front of a deadly object, saving his life. He pondered in his head for a moment, "Life isn't worth living without running a few risks." Then he spoke up, "I can manipulate and sense other people's emotions." As he talked the vibe of the room became somber and slow. It was as if someone had layed a cold wet blanket on them. A few seconds later it became nearly suffocatingly hot and stiffling. Passion billowed in them and their midst. All at once, it ceased. Axel was visibly agitated, but when everything went back to normal he padded over to the spilled cocoa, and did what dogs always do. Licked it up. The room was quiet for a moment with the only sounds coming from the lapping of Axel.
Dunn was quietly experiencing these phases of different emotions, and he wasn't very surprised at the lot of these feelings (except the suffocating one, that got him). Gaia was busy in her own mind at the time, and it'd be preferred to keep what she was thinking about to herself for the time being. After all of the emotions settled, Dunn looked over at Axel and decided to say something about the dog that probably should be brought up. "... Isn't chocolate dangerous for dogs to consume...?"
Zach listened to Judah explain his power, interested to finally hear it. Suddenly a cold chill swept through the room, making Zach feel sluggish. He was surprised by how seamless this power was, how little he could notice its prescense. The room then became hot with passion, and making Zach want to jog or something. Axel responded in similar ways to Zach, before licking the hot cocoa up. At Dunn's comment, a sigh escaped Zach's lips before he responded, "No, not in small amounts.", He drank more of his hot chocalate, waiting for an actual response.
Judah looked at Axel quickly at the mention of him ingesting the hot chocolate,"Sit." Axel obediently stopped licking it up and sat, but had a look that said, "Aw man." Judah sank back into his chair. It had been a long day and this was the straw that would break the proverbial camel's back. When he had finished rubbing his tired eyes, he spoke quietly but firmly, "Now that we've all become aquainted with one another's powers, I think it would be best if we verbalized our true intentions," he said as he looked into Dunn/Gaia's eyes, "It is no accident that you came here tonight. We are starting a group... a vigilante team, if you will. The PRT are incapable of protecting the people of this city from the monsters that inhabit it. They have too many guidelines, too many rules," he paused for a long moment, "We don't have that problem."
"... well damn. I feel like if I don't join I'm gonna be hunted down by one of you," Dunn replied jokingly. He got a bit of a weird vibe in the back of his head from Judah, while Zach simply seemed like that guy who would buy you a mug of beer and have you in a round of pool. "Thankfully, I'm interested besides that intimidation factor." Dunn didn't expect himself to join in a group like this (or any for that matter), more or less he decided to act alone as his own unit in order to bring down the human trafficking in Denver. In the trainee cop's head, Gaia piped up and asked something about Cassidy. "We're not going after Cassidy, I assume?""No. That bounty was sent out to a lot of people, so someone at the PRT had to have received a message about it. She'd be okay in their hands." "Well... alright then."
Slowly Zach nodded in agreement with Judah, seeming to Dunn to have heard the sales pitch already. At the mention of no rules a smile flickered across his face. That was the ticket, the part he enjoyed. They were the good guys after all, nothing should inhibit their progress. He turned to Dunn as he started speaking, and smiled again as he spoke of being hunted down. That wouldn't be a problem, heroes don't hunt heroes. Dunn continued on to say he was interested in joining, and Zach nodded. With every second his us vs. them mentality was getting stronger.
Things were moving along quickly, just the way Judah liked them to. The question was now, where would they begin from here? A name is what they needed, every legitimate vigilante group had one. But what would their's be? Judah glanced at Zach and Dunn while petting Axel's head. After a few seconds he responded to Dunn, "No, we won't be doing any hunting of good guys. It's the bad one's we're after. I am glad you're interested in joining. We don't have a name yet, what do you guys think? I suppose we should include Gaia in this decision. Let us know what she says."
Dunn quickly discussed with Gaia about joining this group. "Last chance to speak up if you don't want to join." "I'm cool with joining, final answer." "Y'sure?" "Yes, you fuckin' nerd. Make sure the name is badass!" After their mini conversation was over, Dunn returned to the group of men with Gaia's response. "She's down for us joining this, and our only request for the name is that it's badass as hell." The group wouldn't be running around as something like 'The Hero Team', as that's just vague and shoddy, clearly not something that would be proper for a team like this. "Maybe something like 'The Union'?"
There was a buzz in there, and excited elation was starting to emanate from Zach. He stared at his feet, trying hard to come up with a name. Dunn suggested "The Union" but that was a bit vague. He shook his head, looking up at the two of them. "The Confederacy? That sounds kinda racist though..." He said, trailing off. "Maybe something cliche like 'The Omega force?'" He shrugged.
Judah shook his head at the names, "Too generic, what about Lethal Force?" Judah seemed pretty proud of himself for the name. It fit so well. They were not bound by the rules of the PRT or other groups. As long as they did not get caught using it, they would have an ace up their sleeves. "If there are no objections let's make it official. We could even start our own clothing line if things got real good," Judah smirked at his own joke. If there were no objections, Judah planned on bringing their meeting to a close. He was tired from his fight with Necro and needed rest. Judah gave Dunn/Gaia his number and told them that they should keep in contact. It would not be their last get together, but the first of many. There was an energy in the air now, untapped potential. The possibilities felt almost limitless. As the moon shone through the night sky, their team became a reality. Was Denver safer for it? Only time would tell, but one thing was for certain, Lethal Force was a freaking cool name.
Shatterpoint shrugged. It wasn't a big deal that she wasn't able to help with the other one and he'd expected her to have a meeting condition like this, though it would've been nice to have a phone number, even for a disposable phone. "I see, as for our next meeting place how about-" Anything Shatterpoint was going to say was cut off by the sound of splintering wood and yells from below stairs. The most distinct of which being that of what could only be the intruder. Shatterpoint grimaced, this sounded like it would be trouble. "I may have need of your services already. Whoever this is isn't a hero and sure as hell isn't a civilian." As he spoke he rapidly typed on the computer, shutting it down and standing up. "Do whatever your thing is near me." Shatterpoint confidently strode forward and opened the door to his 'office' and looked downstairs at the whirling mass of wood and other assorted objects, eyes narrowing behind his goggles. "Creep, if I can get that to calm down can you take care of whoever that is? I don't care if it's lethal or not, but do be quick about your response.", he sounded impatient, just on the edge of being anxious.
Wisp listened to him before suddenly the sound of the crash downstairs sent her flinching towards the wall. Wait, what? She was in a blank state of panic when Shatterpoint issued his commands. Wisp held herself against the wall. This was too quick. She hadn’t mentally prepared herself. This was too much!
With the words the being had spoken… he’d kill? The man would break the unwritten rules and kill? Perhaps he’s thinking that if he’s just killing minor goons in an organization he intends to take over he won’t be bothered for it? Frighteningly easy to imagine. This was a real villain, with a powerful power, and real experience. He did not come here without a plan.
It was with a frightening quiver she realized her unique opportunity. She could help the Rockers take him down, end this threat to the city in its infancy. But could she? She was scared and inexperienced. While invisible, she had no talents for taking hits. If he hit her, even by accident or so, she was dead if he so willed it. She couldn’t make Viola live through that. She just couldn’t.
Yet… she just had to go down there, regardless. Shatterpoint’s orders led her to move. She stepped softly near him, and he gave his request. Could she take him down?
i can
It was not a lie. She wouldn’t guarantee it, but she could. Wisp communicated by writing with light only directed at Shatterpoint’s eyes right in front of him. No light leaked out elsewhere. She considered if she should tell him how, as that would give Shatterpoint insight into how her powers worked. … She eventually decided on a minimum. She had to give away that she had a range. Otherwise he’d question why she didn’t do it from a distance.
i need proximity i will be around, and neutralize him if i get the chance but i will not approach unless i wager it safe
relatively safe
She added the last part when she realized there was no way Shatterpoint could guarantee it would be completely safe. Then, she drifted away from Shatterpoint, intending on entering the room before him so she could not be in the staircase when Shatterpoint came down and drew the opponent’s eyes to him. She’d try to simply… float around the warehouse, where it was safe.
It was a good thing she didn’t have to talk, because her voice would break from her fear. It was a good thing she was invisible from curving light around her, so nobody could see her shaking. It was a good thing she had no attachments to this place, because if she decided to, she could simply bolt. For now, she kept out of the way with silent steps, hoping the enemy had no way of locating her.
So yeah, uh, she couldn’t do a thing against a guy in a tornado of debris. Shoot some light at him with hope of blinding him, get killed by things shot in the direction of the light, and that’d be it. However, shooting light and blinding was Wisp’s trademark. She’d like to avoid doing that as Creep if at all possible. She had to come up with other ways to use her abilities. This was going to be difficult.
Wow Chatterhead didn't seem phased at all by what was going down. It seemed like they were basically at gunpoint but he was still just chatting away. Well that was kind of his thing after all. Sofia was kind of surprised that he hadn't starting just shooting them but that was really more of Weapons and Headhoncho wasn't it? Sofia wondered how they were doing. Well Weapons was hiding apparently but Sofia wasn't sure about anything that was happening. Trusting Chatterhead to toell her if she needed to do anything Sofia contented herself with holding onto him and pondering the situation. Could they really be put in jail? Was it possible to put her in jail? It'd be pretty hard to capture her too if she wasn't caught unawares. Chatterbox and her could just walk away from anything, but then again they'd probably follow her so it was kind of a stalemate. This was not at all what she'd expected, she'd been given the impression that things would go a lot smoother. Were was that Gamble guy anyway? Still stuck in cuffs or something probably. Maybe they should look for him and walk away under the effect her power. If she had someone guiding her and the ability ignore anything Sofia could probably shake whoever was following them. Hmm...
You know, Arsenal was feeling pretty silly for not only targeting two dummy targets that allowed the heroes to sneak up on the team, but also the fact that the villain was hiding behind a car afraid of being enveloped by some shaving cream by some trigger happy bitch. He was hoping for some kind of opening, Chatterbox could do that with his power... Right? It would take a second and Arsenal could pelt her until her skin color was purple! Ah, but that chance never did arise, as much as Arsenal wanted to kill the hero it seemed that Chatterbox had something else within his mind as he heard his voice calling out to the cyborg to stand down. The young man sighed to himself, rubbing his eyes at the tomfoolery of Chatterbox's scheme of brainwashing a hero and in his situation had to comply to try to get out of these mission alive and out of super hero jail. Grimacing just for a few seconds, a giant frown beneath his bandanna, Arsenal flexed his back before slowly raising himself out into this vulnerable position. As the cyborg stood tall among the rubble, all sets of his arms were now pointing at their best towards the sky with his surprisingly resilient sombrero still perched upon his head. "Ya got me, I surrender, just try to tell your trigger happy friend to lay off the murder bullets."
Artificer - Denver Skyline
As things started to conclude, the masked man in swat gear called Jaunt teleporting away as their slightly villainous schemes were brought to everyone's attention, the Endbringer being rather a parahuman than an Endbringer, and Furnace the supernova star flying away to save people with his rather awesome power. All that was left was the person they saved and the rest of the Minutemen with the Endbringer parahuman sticking around to maybe join the team. That was until Kyoshi, the new member, had suddenly told the team that there was a girl in trouble that needed to be saved from... The Rockers. Artificer hasn't heard much from those people, a gang that isn't really much into this territory but since they got this call the faction must be expanding into Denver! "Yeah... yeah! I'm sure we can do this. They are a low-tier gang so I think with everyone here it shouldn't be too hard to deal with some thugs."
Shatterpoint nodded. "I'll try to give you an opening. Tommorow we will meet where we first found you." It seemed Shatterpoint suspected they might not get a chance to chat after this, perhaps he was aware that Wisp might just run away? Well he didn't seem very worried about it either way. Shatterpoint descended the stairs, stopping as soon as he took his first step on the floor. "Stand down! What does submitting entail torando-man?" He asked, projecting his voice loudly but speaking calmly, he was standing rather passively. From first glance it seemed he was willing to consider surrender, but cornered rats seldomly went down without a fight.
Jackson put his hands up defensively, "Aw don't get so riled up. I gotta do something if I'm gonna figure what yer power is. I think I've got a vague idea. You saw through my magic tricks like I was some 12 year-old showing off for his friends and it didn't look like you've seen them before either am I right? But you didn't see the punch coming. Makes me think its got something to do with your eyes. You see stuff and something clicks in your brain. That's just a theory of course and I'm not sure how to go about proving it. Maybe we could show you some old boxing fights I've got recorded: but you might not be able to work with that. Got any other ideas?" Jackson asked as he pondered the situation. He seemed quite dedicating to figure out just what Ruben could do, though his methods were certainly rather unscientific at best.
Protean certainly had a great deal of fun messing with the Wards as they trained! It was cute the way Margrave recoiled when he was slapped in the face by a tail, and Messiah's attempt to assault him was nothing short of precious. Once they had been good and stressed out, the real entertainment began. Their bodies focused on the running, their minds still reeling from his suddenly attacking them, it made for the perfect level of stress to really test their reasoning functions. So as a sphinx he gave three riddles. Much to his surprise, though he didn't show it, the first of his riddles was answered near instantly by Tulpa. Damn, and he thought that was going to be the hardest pone, too! "Fantastic, Evelyn! You get to take a break! Everyone else, keep running your laps! Now who will be the one to fight me?"
A few moments passed, and the second riddle was provided an answer. The senior hero gave a hearty laugh for Margrave. "Yes, you are correct! A stamp! Now keep up your laps, my boy!"
That left one unanswered riddle, and two Wards. Messiah, the newly appointed leader, and Epsilon, the largely non-combative tinker. Using a long, serpentine tongue, Protean licked his lips and tasted the air. If things turned out how he thought they would, this would be a most interesting situation indeed. "The coin that's not a nickel is a quarter, and the other coin is the nickel!" Ah, there was the recognition in Messiah's eyes! Just as he had anticipated. "Yes! You got it, Alessa! Keep running, girl! And that leaves..." The sphinx man turned his eyes to follow Ira as she ran her own pace around the gym, keeping his eyes locked onto her. "The weakest link. Exactly as I thought. Good news is you can stop running. Bad news is..."
The sphinx-like body began to bubble over, boiling once more into the primordial ooze that made up Protean's form whenever he shifted his body structure. This time he grew tall, lean, but muscular. He appeared mostly human this time. Mostly. His body covered itself in a thin layer of black fur, while his head grew horns and took on a distinctive bovine appearance. For all intents and purposes, Protean had become a minotaur.
"Bad news is you're going to take some boxing lessons from me, 'contact' style." Now the real test would begin. The question remained though, would they figure it out?
Noble watched and observed silently as Chatterbox engaged her. The soldiers around them kept their weapons trained on the heroes, but as he went on attention seemed to be diverting ever so slightly. Noble kept a watchful eye on the two her weapon was trained on, naturally, unable to get any kind of vantage on the sniper mercenary currently preoccupied with cutting himself loose higher up on the hill. Once Arsenal stepped out into the open, the heroine looked rather relieved. The soldiers relaxed a fair bit too.
“As to how things should proceed, Ms. Noble. Perhaps we could discuss this over dinner?”
She actually cracked a smile at that. His words, and more importantly his power, were making headway into her psyche. Though her response sounded pleasant (or as pleasant as can be coming from a woman holding a gun of unknown capabilities at your face), her guard hadn't dropped. At least not enough to make any drastic or sudden moves.
"I thought it was common knowledge that I'm spoken for. You wouldn't want to piss off Inkscape. He always tells me I've got to work on my temper, but the last time a villain got the upper hand on me... Well, let's just say they should be glad they regenerate." She followed that up with a chuckle.
“Though, in all seriousness, I'm sure my comrades and I would rather not go to jail, which would surely be the result of this encounter. However, that's not really up to us, so what did you have in mind for how things go, moving forwards, mmm?”
"Pretty much just the jail thing, sweetie. If you're lucky you won't end up in the Birdcage. None of you look familiar, so I'm guessing this is your first offense? If you all surrender now, I'm sure you can get a decent plea bargain. Fuck, I'll even put in a good word."
"21,786 to 1!" A new voice called out from the sidelines. Noble jerked her head to see who had spoken just in time for a large hub cap to smack her in the chest, knocking her back several feet and onto the ground where she fell unconscious. The hub cap bounced from her body and flew through the air like a discuss, striking the nearest PRT soldier across his helmet-protected face. It continued to ricochet, bouncing to the next soldier and knocking him on his ass. Finally, as though it were some sort of crazy, high tech homing boomerang, flew toward the armored transport truck to be caught by a young man. He was only a few inches taller than five feet, blonde hair with blue eyes, and dressed in prisoner transport garb. Gamble had gotten free, and with his power created a situation of the greatest unlikely outcome: That he would single-handedly defeat Noble and the remaining PRT soldiers in one fell swoop.
"21,786 to 1. That was the odds of me taking out that hero and her goons. 31 to 1. That was the likelihood I'd survive the crash without any major injury." He pointed to a small cut on his forehead, barely a scuff. "Probability that I'd get out of that truck before they got me to the birdcage: 5001 to 2. Thanks for being my 2. I'll ask who the fuck you are once we're out of here. Now I assume you've got a plan to get our asses gone before more heroes show up? 7 to 1, in case you were wondering the odds."
While Kyoshi conversed with a mysterious caller, G4M3R tapped his unique ear implants, doing his best to concentrate on two conversations at once. Outsider being here, and even better actually considering the offer, was pure joyous. What Kyoshi was discussing on the phone though, that was business. Important business. Saving someone's life, just just their actual physical life, but acting as an inspiration to do better? That was the perfect kind of PR that his Minutemen needed! Getting to beat up on the weakest gang in the Norther Colorado area to do it? That's just a bonus.
"Alright Minutemen, sounds like we've got ourselves our first honest-to-goodness hero request! Let's make sure we do this right so everyone knows that the Protectorate aren't the only force for good in the world, am I right?" G4M3R held his hand up for some high fives from his team. "Outsider, I'd love for you to come along. I know we can handle the Rockers, hell just one of us would be fine against those dopes, but if things get hairy I'd bet you could make them surrender on sight alone! Hahaha!"
The leader of the Minutemen turned toward Celia and cocked his head. "Hmm. Weird." He hadn't meant to say that out loud. His cybernetic ears were detecting electronic signals coming from her body. A ton of them. He decided it was best not to say anything, for now. If anything, he'd like to keep tabs on her. "Hey, you want to come along, too? You can make a name for yourself as a cape? And it'd be more appealing to the public if we had more than one female member."
As Shatterpoint made himself visible Swarm turned towards him. "So this is the right hand man of the Rockers; letting him get close would be highly illogical," Damien thought. After Shatterpoint asked what the meaning of "submit" was, Swarm began to slow the tornado down. It took about ten long seconds. At the same time, Swarm lit up his cigarette that had been extinguished in the whirlwind. He took a long drag and exhaled before finally responding,"What it means, is you and your lackeys will obey me and follow my lead," then he cocked his head to the side arrogantly and took another drag of the cigarette,"How you choose to respond, will determine how shattered you may or may not become," more smoke left his mouth out of the mask as he spoke. This was no bluff. He was dead serious. It was as if he'd just as soon as look at you as he would leave you crippled and hospitalized. The objects had now all become frozen in the air. Swarm had acquired them. @Eklispe@PlatinumSkink
Ruben shrugged as Jackson asked if he had any other ideas, as his mind was blank. "I have no ideas, but I'd say let's try the boxing matches," the teen said, tossing his Eye around between his hands like a tennis ball. It gave his hands something to do while he waited for whatever was coming next. "We won't know if it doesn't work until we try it out, so let's do that thing."
Meanwhile, a small little connection in Rubens's head began to spark as he felt something, though it was very small, return to him. He couldn't identify it immediately, but he felt something start to click.
Kyoshi delivered the high-five to G4M3R before she cracked her hands and stretched, preparing for a few great leaps across the city. She didn't really know where to go just yet, and sure her arms were bruised to hell when she caught Celia, but otherwise she was ready to get this show on the road. The only clue she was really given to the whereabouts of their object was that she was probably in the area of town controlled by the Rockers, which was pretty much limited to a bunch of warehouses in Northern Denver. Kyoshi knew that because G4M3R told her to study up on some things before going out today, and that was the only thing she studied aside from various costumes.
"I'm going to run on ahead, unless someone needs help getting there... does anyone need help?" Kyoshi asked, still stretching in the preparation for a hop, skip, and a jump over Denver.
Wisp drifted slowly through the warehouse floor, keeping a distance from the intruder. A suited man in a mask, smoking. She could easily imagine him being the ruler of the city underworld in the near future, with how powerful his power appeared and how ambitious he seemed. While invisible, she slowly and silently wandered on her socks to behind him. Made no sense to approach from any other direction. She drew her knife, but she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with it.
There was stabbing him and going for the kill, but she found the notion nauseating. Much worse than she had thought it would be. She could put the knife against his throat and try to make him submit… but it was all too easy to imagine him breaking her body in half with a mere thought as soon as he was aware of her. She could blind him or stab one of his limbs to incapacitate him… but then maybe he’d send a burst of kinetic energy that’d send her crashing into a wall with at least one broken limb.
The whirlwind of things slowed to a stop as Shatterpoint spoke to him. This… could be the opportunity she needed. But, how was he aware of the things around him? Wisp feared he might have a sense for detecting physical bodies around him, in which case she’d be found. … No, that’s silly, she told herself. She had to tell herself that, because this was likely the only chance she’d get. Because ten second later, she was a few meters directly behind him, and the objects had stopped.
Wisp started moving forward towards his back. She still wasn’t sure WHAT she’d do if she reached him, but she started moving. Her skill at dodging people would prove valuable as she could keep in mind all the positions of the frozen objects and maneuver through silently without touching any of them, unknowingly supported by her minor Thinker power. However, she was being careful, taking her time. She wouldn’t arrive before at least one more exchange had taken place, and by then, the situation might have changed.
"Not the most unreasonable request I've heard." Shatterpoint said flatly. At least the man seemed distractible, if he could just keep him busy for a bit longer, and Wisp kept to her part, then this should be over quickly and relatively painlessly. Shatterpoint take a step forward and knelt down. "And what is your lead?" Shatterpoint didn't mind playing the fool for a bit, as long as it helped further his goals. His minions seemed to be following his lead, practically throwing themselves on the ground to show their surrender.
Jackson got a silly grin, "Boxing films coming right up." He said cheerily, managing to pull out a tv from one of the boxes and plugging it into the wall. It was an ooold tv, with a screen smaller than most computer monitors these days. As he plugged in a tape into the vcr of all things you got the feeling that this was more about him wanting to watch boxing then finding out about Ruben's parahuman traits. Oh well. The tape in question appeared to be a collection of the '100 greatest boxing matches' and as it played Jackson eagerly fed Ruben information about the fights in question, practically narrating as the film played.
"Curious,"Damien thought to himself. Why would the second in command surrender so easly? Something wasn't right. Swarm looked around the warehouse to spot anything out of the ordinary that didn't include himself. Nothing. He turned back to SP and said,"To prove where your loyalties truly lie, we will be heading for your former leader to establish an official line of command. Where is he?" This would be the only way he could be sure his leadership was uncontestsd. Wisp had plenty of time to move in. Though, if she disturbed too many particles that were in the air, her movement could be detected. @Eklispe@PlatinumSkink
As Arsenal continued to expose himself to the direct line of fire between the three still functioning soldiers and the rather dangerous Noble, the boy was starting to worry if Chatterbox was going to be able to talk his way out of this mess before reinforcement arrives to bag everyone. He actually had the half mind to just switch to his little live-fire stash and use his more dangerous weaponry to kill everyone within his sights! He didn't want to spend the rest of his life stinking up in jail without the use of his perfectly crafted weapons making human slushies out of people with his hail of fire. However, as Noble seemed to calm down from her trigger-happy state, still giving rather undesirable options of going to prison, another voice rang out of the blue surprising everyone within an ear shot of the made up numbers.
Before any could properly react to the sudden arrival, Arsenal heard a loud whiz from an object pass his ears before a loud jarring clang knocked the wind out of Noble before falling down for the count. Incredibly, it didn't stop there as it impossibly ricocheted of the body to consecutively hit each of the following soldiers with similar effects of being knocked out by this flying object. Arsenal soon looked to find the person causing this sudden turn of events, and as the object soon landed squarely within the hands of thrower, it seemed to be the person that the group was sent out to save. It was Gamble to everyone's surprise, it looked like he had somehow gotten out of his cage to ironically save the people that were trying to save him. Though, all of that aside, as Gamble was randomly blubbering out numbers with the rest of the gang getting their barrings out of the fight, Arsenal needed to do something before leaving the crime scene.
Briskly walking over towards his rear flank, Arsenal quickly went behind some chest high cover to find a certain someone that needed to be taught a lesson for their ignorance. They seemed to be knocked out from Gamble's attack, the boy would have liked to hear some screaming, but this would have to do before he made his escape. Taking off the man's helmet, exposing his face to the bright light of the sun, Arsenal looked upon the face that destroyed one of his creations. As he slowly curled up his fingers into a ball of steel and circuits, Arsenal decided to hold back almost all of his concrete destroying strength as killing a person now would just be kind of stupid after going through the trouble of using rubber ammo. So, with that decision of not murder, Arsenal placed his fist near the eye of the fallen solider and took two quick jabs towards both of his eyes. "There, that should cover the psychological cost of almost killing me and destroying one of my creations," Arsenal mocked, the two excellently placed punches would soon turn into nasty looking shiners after the group wakes up from their failures.
After walking away from his punching bag, Arsenal knew that at this point someone had told Gamble that the group would escape the same way they arrived through Chatterbox's car. He was most likely the last one in as he needed to set things straight with the PRT solider. As Arsenal jammed his way into the car, waiting for the getaway, the group seemed to have succeeded in their plans even if it had major hicks such as losing an entire member but Arsenal didn't much like Lovely in the first place.
Artificer - Denver Skyline
With everyone doing their own thing, Artificer climbed on top of his impossibly flying construct and settled in for the oncoming fight. At the moment, the young boy only had two weapons at his disposable with one being this great flying fly and the other being a rather large explosive device which would most likely kill anyone if dropped within range. Artificer disliked killing people, especially mutilating bodies in horrible explosions, so Artiicer could really only provide air support for the group at the moment. Still, providing air support was better than nothing as the group of misfits started to get ready for the fight ahead and Artificer waited for G4M3R to climb aboard the giant wooden fly.
He kept up the charade until, well, a probability was called out and then the least likely thing occurred as a single hub cap essentially took out all of their enemies in one fell swoop. Chatterbox kind of just stared in disbelief, looking confused, rather than completely befuddled.
The one responsible sauntered up and he couldn't help but feel...outdone and disappointed. All of that work for nothing. He stood up, retrieving his fallen items, before grinning. He snatched the stupid tinker gun from Noble's unconscious fingers before he turned to who he only assumed was Gamble.
“Yeah, this way,” he said, smiling, even though he really didn't feel like it. He headed away from the relative carnage and to the remaining borrowed vehicle. He got into the driver's seat and sighed a bit.
One day he'd get to show the others just how useful his power could be. Not today though, unfortunately. On that note he really hoped that no one noticed what he had briefly done to Sofia. Reflex more than anything, but it had helped them survive so he supposed that was what really mattered.
Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa
Evelyn frowned, continuing to run as she did so, though she kept an eye on Protean and her teammate. She didn't like this. He'd said one-on-one, so she couldn't intervene, she also had to finish her run, but she didn't get it. They were a team why weren't they taking him on together or something?
She glanced back at Alessa and co, before turning her attention back to running. She picked up the pace a little, unsure of what to do, and distressed because of it.
Outsider
Smiling a bit at the one who appeared the leader of the Minutemen, Outsider nodded. “Alright, I'll come along then,” he responded before glancing at Kiyoshi as she spoke, “My...other form can fly, but I'd rather not cause a huge stir on the way there, anyway you could help me get there?”
He looked apologetic, hating to ask. If she refused he could just swap forms and follow along.
Well, that was certainly going to be awful for Ira. She reminded herself that, yes, the girl needed to practice, but wasn't this going a bit far for somebody who was in essence an unskilled fighter? Not to mention utterly human aside from her usual powerset - there was no way for even a highly-trained human to so much as fend off a powerful Brute such as Protean unarmed, let alone a Cape whose primary power had nothing to do with battle whatsoever.
But for the sake of the testing, she attempted to wrestle down her urge to leap in and assist Ira, continuing her run at a much more rapid pace than before. There was hardly room to intervene, and if no powers was still in effect, well, her training in Krav Maga was as good as useless anyway against such a beast. And what a pity that was...
Raymond Haywood: Highway Robbery
After much cutting and sawing, Raymond finally emerged from the steel net, largely unscathed but nonetheless alive. Whilst various portions of his body did still ache, he figured he'd recover soon enough... more relevant to the present situation, though, was the man he'd just knocked unconscious. That did need to be dealt with, unfortunately, and he didn't have the anatomical knowledge to just... get rid of a specific portion of his brain with a bullet. Even his smallest caliber weapon would at best put the man in hospital, and at worst... either way, he imagined shooting somebody in the head would make him an instant target for the Protectorate.
Speaking of which, that is technically exactly what he'd just done. And as far as erasing evidence went... well, the unwritten rules suggested that revealing another Cape's identity was out of the question. He'd just have to hope that Morales' concussion would help eliminate most of his memory of the past few minutes, alongside the hope that the damage to the helmet could be attributed to blank rounds... but it wasn't like that matters when there were several live bullets scattered around the place. Well, sometimes you just had to say "screw it".
As events played out down below, Headhunter first put his weapon back in its holster, then gathered the few shell casings he'd left behind, first from around his current position, and then back up at the top of the hill to gather the three larger casings, that being a short enough climb anyway. Then, he headed down toward his teammates. From what they and their target, Gamble, was discussing, it sounded like they were planning on getting out of there reasonably soon. But, they ought to leave a calling card of some sort... and as it happened, there blew a scrap of paper. Snatching it out of the air, Raymond used the tip of his knife to quickly scratch a note reading "Courtesy of The Jacks", before folding it neatly and tucking it into a pocket on Noble's outfit, sticking out just far enough to be noticable when she awoke.
And at last, chancing one final glance over toward what may as well have been Love Craft's tomb- he reminded himself to figure out what the hell had happened there, or at least to ask Broker about it- as well as what appeared to be Arsenal's vengeance against an unconscious PRT soldier, the cold sniper followed after Chatterbox, ensuring he had his eye on Gamble the whole time, just in case the punk tried to do anything... unwise.
Shatterpoint nodded. As expected, trust was not such a simple matter. "As you may know this is not our primary city of operating. Therefore taking you to my leader would be a bit of a drive. Of course I have no complaint, you however may not have such free time. Should this a problem or should we begin our trip?" Shatterpoint asked cordially. All true, even if Shatterpoint had no intention of letting this man ever come face to face with Ceramix.
Sofia Stien: Highway Robbery
Sofia waited patiently for some indication that she could open her eyes again, Chatterbox relaxing and the sound of what was presumably Gamble bragging about how he'd managed to take everybody down good enough for her. She opened her eyes, taking a brief moment to adjust to the light level. Sure enough, all the baddies were down. Apparently the surprisingly short person in front of them, presumably Gamble, had taken care of it. Sofia trotted off after Chatterbox and took a seat, well that hadn't been too bad for a first mission. It had been a little dangerous there, relatively speaking, but everything had turned out okay. As everyone filed into the car Sofia amended that thought, it looked like Loverly wasn't with them. Hm, perhaps they had some other transportation? Sofia shrugged philosophically, in the end it wasn't really important.
As the young woman finished speaking, Jaunt seemed to slowly make up his mind. He leaned back a bit on his heels, and then disappeared, reappearing a moment later directly in front of her. Her hand instinctively went to her knife, pulling it from its sheath, and pointing it at Jaunt’s right shoulder, her left hand behind the back of it. At the slightest inclination she would thrust it forward, disabling that limb. Right as she finished preparing herself he disappeared, and Celia was left with an unfortunate realization.
Celia had revealed a bit too much about herself. She kind of revealed her reaction time, but also her general speed. With a sheepish smile she slipped her knife back into its sheath, and went back to her interaction with Decoy. She watched those around her carefully, not sure what they would think.
The first step, establishing the handshake with the server proved to be very difficult. A small breath instinctively escaped her lips as she resigned another core processor to the task, and even then it took about ten seconds. Soon millions of attempts at cracking the encryption were being sent every second, but once it was cracked she began the fun. Unfortunately her best attempts only brought down their Internet connection for a second or two before the tactic failed. The moment Decoy responded Celia stopped all her malicious activity. Decoy offered up an encrypted chat channel, and she paused before responding. It had an option to choose a username, and so she did.
C17: I have information about a missing person, and I think it might interest you.
After the message was sent, a file was also sent that contained the unencrypted and encrypted version of the message Celia had intercepted. Celia checked on the conversation between Kyoshi and a stranger. A girl, who claimed her sister was Wisp, was talked to Kyoshi about a problem with the Rockers. As the conversation finished Celia looked over at Outsider, who said he would give the team a test drive. The android considered it for a second, before deciding that she would also want to try and join given the opportunity. It probably wasn’t going to be a permanent thing, but she would have to see.
Kyoshi spoke up, explaining to G4M3R who had called and what about. Artificer impressed Celia a bit by seeming eager to help, and she took a second to reconsider the label she gave him of being a coward. G4M3R suddenly turned to her, and said something under his breath about something (maybe her?) being weird. He then continued by asking if she’d like to join. Celia frowned a bit at his reasoning. She bit back a comment about how making the group sexier wouldn’t help with him present, and nodded instead. “Sure, I’d be fine with that.” She said, turning to Kyoshi as she spoke up and offered a ride, Outsider took her up on the offer, and Celia turned to Artificer. “Do you mind if I ride with you? Or will I have to follow on foot? I don’t mind either way.” She said, figuring it was a bit late to hold back everything about her powers.