[IC] Devious Plots and Evil Minds {Private}

[RedBalloon]

Lacy pursed her lips, looking down at her glass and swishing the liquid around. "You can ask him yourself now, if you want," she stated, padding over to the couch and sitting down, still facing her. That's when Trick opened the front door and took a step in. He was in midstep when he froze, seeing them. "Uhhhhh.....Am I interrupting something?" He asked, slowly shutting the door behind him.

[1Hawkeyes]

"No, actually I needed to talk to you," Helena said, now facing Trick. "I know it's hard to trust me, especially since I've only been doing my 'good' streak for a week, but I need my belt. I was almost useless in the fight today without it," she explained, hoping Trick would understand. "How can I prove to you two I'm really trying to change? Look, I even bought this bread! I didn't steal it!" She opened the bag to show the pan dulce and receipt on top of it.

[RedBalloon]

Trick stared at her for a moment then, without turning his head, he looked at Lacy. "How willing are you to show us?" he muttered, clicking closer to them. Lacy gave a look of confusion for a second before realization flooded her features. She downed the rest of her drink then got up to return the glass to the bar. "Because I may have an idea as to how you can prove it," he stated, crossing his arms.

[1Hawkeyes]

"I'm willing to do anything," Helena said, standing up straighter. This wasn't a lie. She had already gave up a theft for Trick and turned herself in for him. She didn't know what else they could have her do, but she was willing. "Whatever your idea is, I'll do it."

[RedBalloon]

Lacy smirked. Trick gestured towards the couch and said, "Sit." While this was going on, Lacy dug out a cigarette and a lighter out of the draw of the bar's drawers. She lit it then walked over to couch with the cig between her lips. Once Helena was seated, she took the cigarette and blew the smoke into Helena's face before whispering something in a very different and unknown language. The woman's vision would black out then the darkness would fade into mist. Through the mist, a path lit up in front of her that branched out into three sections. "Choose a road," Trick's voice could be heard through the mist.

[1Hawkeyes]

Helena listened to Trick and sat. She was slightly confused when Lacy began to puff on the cigarette, but she didn't let it phase her. When he vision went to nothing, she instinctively closed them. After a moment the woman opened them back up to see three roads. Each was identical, so Helena used a bit of reasoning. She had always heard the phrase "Choose the road less travelled," and something told her that was the left road. She chose the left without much hesitation.

[RedBalloon]

The vision ended. It has short and sweet but very important to Trick's decision. Helena's vision would go black again then faded back to reality. Trick has standing behind the couch with his face mask pulled down and Agent's belt in his hand. He didn't have much expression on his lips. "Here, good guy," he joked. Lacy had put out her cigarette and was perched with her feet underneath her in the armchair across from the couch.

[1Hawkeyes]

Helena was surprised the vision ended so quickly, but even more surprised to see her belt in front of her. "R-really? Just like that?" Helena questioned, "You know I'm genuine just by me choosing a road? B-but they all looked the same, how?" Her head kept running in circles. She gingerly took her belt out of Trick's hands, "Thank you." Of course, she wasn't sure if the test was over. She checked the contents of her belt and it was indeed hers.

[RedBalloon]

Trick smiled slightly at her. "Your welcome," he responded. "And I'm still not exactly sure on how she does, but it works for this purpose well enough." As to what exact purpose he was talking about, he wouldn't say. "Now all you have to do is get the police officers off your tail." Lacy was picking at her nails when he mentioned cops. "Oh, I can help with that," she said, smiling at them. "But only if you want me to though." Trick turned his head towards her and narrowed his eyes at her behind his hard to see through goggles.

[1Hawkeyes]

"Well, I'm not sure how likely that is," Helena said and fitted her belt to her waist. "The country is looking for me, not the city. I think it'll take a lot of good to erase the bad I did." Helena said all of this chuckling. "Actually," she thought aloud, "if I can do more hero work with you two, maybe that could help." She didn't know why she didn't think about it before. If Trick and Viper supported her, maybe that could turn everything around.

[RedBalloon]

Trick thought about this and nodded in agreement. "Maybe. It could also hurt my rep, but," he stated. "I couldn't give less of a sh*t. And she'll sleep with anyone, either way." He jabbed his thumb towards Lacy in gesture for the last bit. She opened her luth to say something before rolling her eyes and shrugging. It's not something she could argue. "So when's the last time you updated your belt?" He asked, crossing his arms.

[1Hawkeyes]

"Well..." Helena said and thought, "I don't think I ever have. I never had the money or time." She took out a few capsules and pressed the buttons on top. One opened up into a net, another into a hover board. She pulled out two guns and explained them, "This one is a grappling hook, the other a laser." She took out a couple marbles too. "Smoke bombs."

[RedBalloon]

Trick looked to physical cringe. Good simple weapons but they were so... amateur. "Um, well," he stuttered. "You know what? I'm going to upgrade your gadgets, come with me." He just turned around and walked towards the door, expecting Helena to follow him. Lacy raised her eyebrows at him walking away before looking back towards the other woman. "I suggest you follow unless you want to annoy him," she murmured.

[1Hawkeyes]

Helena didn't really think her gadgets needed an upgrade, but after seeing what Trick could do she figured they could use an upgrade after all. "Thank you," Helena said again. She followed Trick and gave Viper a nod in thanks and respect. She didn't expect the two to be this hospitable to her.

[RedBalloon]

Lacy waved bye as the two left. She shook her head slightly. "That boy is too nice," she muttered to herself.
Trick was waiting at the bottom of the steps for Helena, his green face mask now covering his mouth and nose once again. Once he saw she had followed him, he turned to face the sidewalk and began walking. It seemed that he wasn't going to give her any hints as to where he was leading her. As he walked, he casually shoved his hands into his pockets.

[1Hawkeyes]

Helena continued to follow Trick, her belt in her hands rather than on her waist. She still couldn't figure out what made him trust her, but she tried not to question it. In reality, if it were up to Helena, if she were in Trick's shoes, she probably wouldn't trust her. A villain deciding to change their ways within a few days wasn't something she heard of too often, unless it was a double crossing effort.

[RedBalloon]

Trick led her down the sidewalk for a few blocks without a saying a word the entire time. He finally stopped in front of a small warehouse, well as far as small warehouses go. He spun around and looked at her. "Alright, before I show you this, you have to swear not to tell anyone about it," he stated. One of the big reasons he was acting so trusting towards her was because he didn't care if anything happened to (and I mean anything) and if she did try something then someone, most likely Lacy, would avenge him.

[1Hawkeyes]

"I promise," Helena said solemnly with a curt nod. "Besides, who would I even tell?" she asked, trying to joke to lighten up the mood. She wasn't sure if he could sense her nervousness and hoped he couldn't.

[RedBalloon]

Trick smiled and nodded back. He turned back towards the warehouse then flicked his wrist, a key appearing between his fingers. He unlocked the door, letting it swing open. The lights were off which made the room very dark, but once they stepped in, the entire room lit up. The metal of his inventions and gadgets glinted in the light. The small place that he called his 'office' was organized yet cluttered at the same time. He walked over to his desk and dropped his bag next to rolled up blueprints. "If you could have any weapon or gadget: what would it be, what would it do and why?" He asked, sitting down in the rolling chair and looking up at her.

[1Hawkeyes]

"Other than what I've got?" Helena asked and pondered for a moment, "I guess I would have some sort of invisibility pill or something. If I can take someone down nonlethally within the few seconds I'm invisible, it would be a lot safer and easier. Plus it would be better for handling hostage situations. But most of that stuff is for the comics." She thought about the irony of the sentence and quickly added, "Actually, scratch that, nothing's impossible in this world."