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The Witches Of Shipden Peak

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Location ⋗ The Patch. Interactions ⋗ Khalida @Benzaiten School of Magic ⋗ Enchantment, Abjuration & Divination Items ⋗ N/A

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Manon had to admit to herself that she was still getting used to how things were done here in the States. Having been throughout Europe, the way celebrations were organized, especially among witches, were different. And each country had its own way of doing things. However, she had chosen America for a reason. The political climate here was... challenging to describe. If there was one place that could use some aid in ensuring things ran smoothly and that relations with the rest of the world were maintained, it was here in Shipden Peak.

Manon had only been here a short while, but she already fell into step with how things were. Did she enjoy sharing a home with others she did not know? Not really. In college, she could afford her own student house (with the help of her parents). She wasn't used to living with others. It wasn't bad per se. They had their quirks about them. And she was sure the others found her irritating. She wasn't here to be best friends with anyone. She was here to help. Sometimes that meant saying what you mean, even if feelings got hurt.

The celebration was beautiful, she had to admit. Whoever had put it together did a great job. She would have to commend them. While Manon did not have any light or dark spells to offer, she did help herself to some of the food. It was hearty and filling. She was used to light, delicate means growing up. That was another thing she enjoyed about traveling. Culture impacted food. And food was always a way to connect with someone else.

Manon wandered around, unsure of how to busy herself. She opted out of going back home less she look like she was a recluse. But she didn't really know anyone here that she could converse with. There were some she saw more in passing and some she was intrigued to get to know, but during this celebration was not the best time.

Eventually, Manon found herself outside of a tent. The sign had an upside-down V on it and two words. Fortune Teller. To the average person, even with magic in the world, they may not readily believe that fortunes could be told. She dabbled in Divination herself, though she doubted her abilities transcended to telling the future. Curiosity got the better of her as she set foot inside.

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Khalida looked up as she picked up the cards from the last reading. She motioned for the woman to take a seat as she began to split the deck in half, put it together and split it in half again. "Are you sure you want your fortune read? I can not provide you with clear answers, I will not take questions and you may not be satisfied by what I provide." Manon was taken aback a bit. The girl could not be much older than 12 or 13, yet she commanded authority. Manon nodded her head, "Oui, yes." Once Khalida had Manon's consent to read her fortune under the stated conditions, the girl began to shuffle the cards. After precisely thirty seconds, she spread them out in front of the witch, cards face-down. "Please, pick three cards", Khalida said as she leaned back into her chair for a minute.

Manon gazed at the cards in front of her. Did she quickly pick them or choose carefully?

The watchful eyes of the young girl followed Manon's hands as the woman picked her first card and turned it around. "The Treasure Hoard." Khalida leaned forward. It was a promising card she had not had show up for a while. Maybe luck was turning? "The Headsman", she commented on the second card Manon had chosen. This card was neutral. It could fall on either side of the sword. And lastly, Manona picked - "The Sword." What a fitting conclusion to such a reading.

Khalida looked at Manon for a second before she raised her hand above the cards and waited for the familiar glow to emit from them. "Laws and rules are bendable, as I am sure you have tested before", Khalida began her reading. "You will be met with a choice. It may be easy to dodge at first glimpse but there are treasures far greater than jewels and gold if you remember to pause. The choice is yours but the gift awaiting you favors the lawful path. You will know what to do when you meet the knight."

Khalida pulled her hand back and gave Manon a soft, reassuring smile before the woman left her tent. At last, a solely positive reading.

Cards

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Manon left the tent and felt the cool, outside air hit her face. She could not easily hide the smile she had. The fortune appeared to be positive and, if the girl was to be believed, Manon was in for some good luck. Manon's mind wandered. Who was the knight? What would the choice be?

The sky filled with the light from the Evocation spells. Manon, content, made her way towards the fire, where other witches gathered. Perhaps she should converse with some of the others. It was the perfect night for it.

The Sunday Group

Primrose's hunch was right then. The man in the car had been to the club. Multiple times. So that meant the club was the next possible place to go. Still, Primrose felt odd not letting Eleanor in on what they discovered. However she was not....displeased to have Fynn there to help. After all, his expertise helped them find out the man had been to the club. And he translated the words quickly. "That sounds like a warning also. Perhaps it was a message. A message won't do a dead man any good so perhaps it's for someone else. Either way, I think the club will have more information.

She was concerned she hadn't heard from Mal or Jaelle either. But Fynn brought out his phone and dialed Eleanor. It rang. And rang. And continued to do so. Eventually, there was no answer and it went right to voicemail. "Well that's not...good. Eleanor always answers." Primrose now had a bad feeling for Eleanor as well as the other two. But it wouldn't do them any good to drive around trying to find them. "Well, shoot off a message to her and say we are going to the club. No use waiting around here when we already know the dead man had been there multiple times."

Primrose stood up and grabbed her stuff. "We can take my car, if you don't mind. I can get there quickly that way and, while I'm driving, you can see if you can pull up any information about the club. Basic information, sure, but see if you can find any stuff they may have tried to hide. The internet is forever, after all." She scooted around her desk, letting the piece of pizza sit there. She would get back to that later. She had never had cold pizza before but she heard how enjoyable cold, leftover pizza was. She had to admit she was a touch excited about it.

She waited for Fynn to get what he needed before heading to her car.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

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Asking For Help

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“Mind the hatch,” Cal pointed out the ankle high framing of the entryway. China Doll’s cockpit looked to be in order. I conjure our new flyboy knows how to leave it straight, he thought as his eyes took inn the gleaming skyscrapers of Capital City through the viewports. Tamping down the alienation such a sight landed in his gut, the captain dogged the hatch behind Quill, sealing the pair inside, free of earshot from the full galley table.

“Any other day,” he regarded the woman, “I’d tell you this was another one ‘o’ them places not to go, secrets or no,” Cal set his hat upon the pilot’s chair as he leaned against the console’s railing. “Hopin’ we might play another round of ‘Honest Answers,” he said as the silver case flipped open. As the flaming match set his cigarette to glow, the captain pulled a lungful. With care to avoid sending a cloud of smoke into the Companion’s face, he exhaled toward the ceiling. “I’ll go first. Whattya think of our plan to get them Ana…Anabaptists…offa this rock?”

Quill took the Captain’s warning about the hatch as she stepped over the frame. The Captain shut the door, leading Quill to think this was going to be an interesting conversation. As the Captain spoke to her, and asked her about their plan, her mind wandered back to when they first brought up this idea. At first, she questioned their sanity, but thought better against it. After all, there were far too many injustices in the universe. Wasn’t it up to people to put good back to counteract the bad?

“If you want my honest answer Captain, I would tell you that we are all in way over our head. Now I know I am new to this ship, but I am not new at reading people. You got figures from all walks of life on this ship. Some that you know well, some you don’t. Some they know well, some they don’t. And you are asking them to all work together to help out for a good cause. That’s wishful thinking.” As she spoke, she gave off a sense of empathy. Her words were not laced with barbs. “That’s not to say what we are going to do is bad and that we shouldn’t. What I would suggest is knowing exactly how each person could benefit and ensuring they are where they need to be. That might mean you have to play “Honest Answers” with more than just me. Heck, you might have to play it with people you flew on this ship with for a while now.”

He adopted a relaxed posture, one long leg crossed over the other as he leaned against the railing, lazy smoke curling up from his cigarette. “Can’t find fault in a thing you said,” he presently spoke. “It’s a mighty big ask, even for them’s been on this boat the past year…and there ain’t enough clock on this to peer into all the souls I gotta count on. Still,” Cal continued, speaking as if he were still mulling out the details to satisfy the disquiet in his gut, “there’s plenty to keep folk hoppin’ for the next three days. If this was Silverhold,” he cast a glance once more toward the hyper modern cityscape, “Triumph…hell, even Beaumonde, I’d call it a lead pipe cinch. But Osiris?” Cal’s eyes met Quill’s. “Let’s just say I don’t spend a lotta time on worlds like this. And that’s why I added the cockpit to your tour.”

Cal doused the smoldering butt in a decorated ash can, a backhanded gift from the Doll’s former pilot. “I mighta cracked wise earlier over how you earn your keep,” he offered, “but I conjure true that a woman such as yourself walks in circles I got no chance of settin’ eyes to. So it got me thinkin’...” he paused to straighten his posture. “If a fella like me was to ask about any pull you might have with some ‘o’ the high folk in that town, what’s the chances you could answer honest without breakin’ one of your rules?”

Quill considered the Captain’s words and was pleased he had given the matter some much needed thought. It was true she had walked in high circles. Her family was one, after all. But Quill knew the guild rules and she followed them routinely. She enjoyed her job, even if it might not have been what she would have chosen for herself.

“Rules dictate that there be privacy when work is conducted. What occurs is a sacred union between two consenting parties. However, not all follow that ideal and, more often than not, those who do not are left with a black mark, meaning we will no longer work with them. If there is one such individual on Osiris, I believe I can answer honestly about them. For the others though, that will require finesse. I have…..walked through higher class environments long before I became a Companion. So I can provide help there when possible. But I also value my job. I assure you I will do all I can, though.”

“Mmmmm.” The captain thought on that a moment. She’d given him far more to consider than he originally thought, and her offer of help rang genuine, despite polished behavior that the knocks in his life warned him to doubt. If eyes were the mirrors to the soul, what he read in hers had broken past their earlier games. “I still aim to back Yuri’s play,” he said, “but I’d feel powerful better with an Ace or two tucked up my sleeve. It’s pushin’ way too hard to get the Alliance or the cops to look the other way, or I’d just swoop in an’ pick ‘em all up at once.”

The cockpit went silent as the captain tried to work this problem from many sides. After a moment’s patient wait by the Companion, his face brightened with an idea. “Osiris is the home of all the law in the ‘verse,” Cal said. “I heard slavers get a writ before they take folk from the blackout zone. Thought about somethin’ forged, but I’ve heard price of that on Osiris could put my boat in hock.” His glance found Quill once again. “Any chance you might have a connection for the genuine article?”

Quill thought for a moment. She could possibly look through her contacts and find someone. It would require finesse and Osiris, for all its glitz and glamour, could be a dangerous place. “Possibly, I would have to see. And even then, there’s no guarantee. Osiris can be just as dangerous as any other planet despite the shine it has. But if it helps I can reach out to a friend of mine. She has connections.”

“Copy that,” Cal gave a solemn nod as he watched shuttles dart among the distant towers. “A danger I’m none too certain of sussin’ out ‘til it lands on my doorstep, so I’m much obliged for your expertise. Whole job came as a surprise. Any other day I’da pushed back for a deal less crabbed, but somethin’ about ‘em…these simple folk.” He shook his head. “This ‘un’s about as black-and-white as they come, dohn mah?”

Quill understood where the Captain was coming from. In her work, hell..even her life, she had run across many different types of people Those who shook hands and kissed babies while they slept around on their partners and shuffled money to people to buy silence or worse. These people, regardless of the choices they made, needed help. And it seemed like they were the only ones who could do something.

“Well I am happy to lend what help I could in dealing with these sorts of people. I don’t know if you are aware of the full extent of Companion training, but we are not just pretty flower to enjoy. We are also trained to handle situations if they become dangerous. Even the prettiest of roses still has thorns.”

Cal grunted; that much came obvious to the captain. A woman might carry herself with a degree of poise brought on by training, but he’d sized Quill Cassidy up for one who could handle herself just fine, whether it was denims or a cocktail dress. “Good to know,” he replied. “This crew just come out a scape to get one of ours back. I aim to do my best to keep everybody outta the crosshairs this time out, and for that,” he said, “I thank you for your kindness. Now, I’ll beg pardon. Got my hands full this afternoon.”

He unsealed the hatch, sliding it open with a mild screech of protesting metal. “Have to get my mechanic to see to that,” Strand quipped as he held it for her passage. “Yuri an’ I will be out for a couple hours, but I conjure we shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

Quill let the Captain leave as she stood there, thinking about how she would go about this. She would have to contact a few people before they even set foot on Osiris. It would take some time, but in order for this plan to go off with as few hitches as possible, it was worth it. Sometimes being a good person was exhausting.

The Sunday Group

@Penny I am down for 1 or 2. Either option gives us stuff to do and progresses the story. If I had to pick, #2 would be my preferred option.

The Sunday Group

@Penny Did you want me to post before you? Only asking because Fynn is attempting to contact you and the next steps for me would be to leave and go to the club.

The Witches Of Shipden Peak

Manon D'aureville

"Il y a de la beauté dans l'inconnu."

Stoic. Prideful. Courageous.

Basic Information

• Name: Manon D'aureville
• Gender Cisgender Female
• Age: 28
• Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
• College Degree: International Relations/Psychology
• Languages: English, French, Latin, German
• Notable Skills: Fencing, Etiquette, Empathic Accuracy, History, Knowledge of the Supernatural

Magical Abilities

Years of Magical Education: 8
Schools of Magic: Enchantment, Abjuration, Divination

Enchantment 9

• Mesmerize
  This spell allows the user to charm and manage another being through words and appearance. The being affected is tasked with doing what the user intends. To the person being affected, the caster appears beautiful and captivating. At higher levels, the user can tell the being to do things against their own wishes. However, the being affected cannot cause harm to themselves or others. The being must be in sight. Those with stronger wills can fight against this. Depending on the user's skill level, the being affected might remember they were charmed.
• Emotional Read
  This spell is an innate ability to read another person's emotions. To the spell user, the emotions show as colorful auras. At higher levels, the user is able to read the emotions the person is trying to hide. The person must be within view.
• Memory Modification
  This spell allows the user to modify a person's memory to make them believe something happened or forget. Depending on the user's skill level, the altered memory can last longer. There must be a verbal iteration of what memory is to be changed. The person being affected must be touched for this to be active. The effect lasts roughly one hour.

Abjuration 6

• Mystical Barrier
  This spell allows the user to create a barrier around them or someone/something else to protect them from attacks. Depending on the caster's level, the barrier can protect from both magical and physical attacks. The caster does not need to maintain concentration of their barrier, but if they do, the barrier can last longer with energy directed into it. The spell has a range of 30 feet.

• Cleanse
  This spell allows the user to cleanse another person of harmful effects. These can be magical effects, such as confusion or entrancement, or physical, such as poison. This ability requires concentration and the caster must touch the person to cleanse them. If concentration is broken, the spell stops. At higher levels, cleanse can clear multiple ailments at once. Depending on skill level, certain effects may take longer to cleanse or may not be able to be cleaned.

Divination 4

• Danger Sense
  This spell is an innate ability to sense when danger is near. Depending on the user's skill level, the length of the sense can be large-scale or more immediate. At higher levels, the user can detect what type of danger is present (supernatural, human, weather, etc.). Those who can mask themselves using magical means stand a higher chance of not being detected than those with lower skill levels.

• Psychometry
  This spell allows the user to be able to read an object they are touching and get sensations or memories through the object. At higher levels, the user can even get the sense of who touched the object and read their thoughts and emotions. This spell requires the user to touch the object and channel their magic. Depending on the size of the object, the channeling could take longer. If the concentration is broken, the spell does not work.

Personality

• Stoic
  Having been raised to never wear your heart on your sleeve, Manon is able to endure hardships without complaining. This results in her rarely, if ever, showing how she truly feels, which is both a blessing and a curse.

• Prideful
  Manon takes great pride in her abilities. Part of her upbringing resulted in her believing she is the best at what she does. This has continued to the point she feels she is better than most others, especially in terms of magical abilities.

• Courageous
  Manon's family has fought many things over the course of their life. Manon was raised to never fear the unknown and to jump headfirst into battle. Manon has taken this to heart and is one of the first to offer aid, even in the face of evil.

History

The youngest daughter of the D'aureville family, Manon was raised with great expectations placed on her. The D'aureville has long since been recognized as magical protectors. Her family was often called to help protect France against supernatural attacks, offering council as well as banishing chaotic forces. Manon was given everything possible to fulfill her own duty placed on her shoulders. This led Manon to feel a great sense of pride in her abilities.

In school, Manon excelled in Enchantment magic, able to wield the power to influence others, much to the dismay of her Father, Emile. Outside of school, Manon was provided other useful skills, such as languages, culture, and self-defense that did not rely on magical help. Manon prided herself on her ability to read others, longing for the day she could be free to pursue her interests in helping with foreign affairs, especially in the magical realm. Manon was not afraid and rarely backed down from challenges. This led to her getting into trouble during her school days where she challenged and beat up the boys who thought they could beat her and win her hand.

After magical school, Manon went to university, where she obtained degrees in International Relations and Psychology. During her years of learning, she visited other countries, such as Germany, Austria, Greece, the UK, and the US. It became apparent to Manon that witches had a lot of work left to do. While it wasn't as bad as the witch trials, it could stand to be better. Manon decided she needed to use her abilities to help. Manon emigrate to America to lend aid to their efforts to improve relations within their country as well as with others. Manon had heard of Shipden Peak and offered to move there to help in their efforts.

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The Witches Of Shipden Peak

Manon D'aureville

"Il y a de la beauté dans l'inconnu."

Stoic. Prideful. Courageous.

Basic Information

• Name: Manon D'aureville
• Gender Cisgender Female
• Age: 28
• Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
• College Degree: International Relations/Psychology
• Languages: English, French, Latin, German
• Notable Skills: Fencing, Etiquette, Empathic Accuracy, History, Knowledge of the Supernatural

Magical Abilities

Years of Magical Education: 8
Schools of Magic: Enchantment, Abjuration, Divination

Enchantment 9

• Mesmerize
  This spell allows the user to charm and manage another being through words and appearance. The being affected is tasked with doing what the user intends. To the person being affected, the caster appears beautiful and captivating. At higher levels, the user can tell the being to do things against their own wishes. However, the being affected cannot cause harm to themselves or others. The being must be in sight. Those with stronger wills can fight against this. Depending on the user's skill level, the being affected might remember they were charmed.
• Emotional Read
  This spell is an innate ability to read another person's emotions. To the spell user, the emotions show as colorful auras. At higher levels, the user is able to read the emotions the person is trying to hide. The person must be within view.
• Memory Modification
  This spell allows the user to modify a person's memory to make them believe something happened or forget. Depending on the user's skill level, the altered memory can last longer. There must be a verbal iteration of what memory is to be changed. The person being affected must be touched for this to be active. The effect lasts roughly one hour.

Abjuration 6

• Mystical Barrier
  This spell allows the user to create a barrier around them or someone/something else to protect them from attacks. Depending on the caster's level, the barrier can protect from both magical and physical attacks. The caster does not need to maintain concentration of their barrier, but if they do, the barrier can last longer with energy directed into it. The spell has a range of 30 feet.

• Cleanse
  This spell allows the user to cleanse another person of harmful effects. These can be magical effects, such as confusion or entrancement, or physical, such as poison. This ability requires concentration and the caster must touch the person to cleanse them. If concentration is broken, the spell stops. At higher levels, cleanse can clear multiple ailments at once. Depending on skill level, certain effects may take longer to cleanse or may not be able to be cleaned.

Divination 4

• Danger Sense
  This spell is an innate ability to sense when danger is near. Depending on the user's skill level, the length of the sense can be large-scale or more immediate. At higher levels, the user can detect what type of danger is present (supernatural, human, weather, etc.). Those who can mask themselves using magical means stand a higher chance of not being detected than those with lower skill levels.

• Psychometry
  This spell allows the user to be able to read an object they are touching and get sensations or memories through the object. At higher levels, the user can even get the sense of who touched the object and read their thoughts and emotions. This spell requires the user to touch the object and channel their magic. Depending on the size of the object, the channeling could take longer. If the concentration is broken, the spell does not work.

Personality

• Stoic
  Having been raised to never wear your heart on your sleeve, Manon is able to endure hardships without complaining. This results in her rarely, if ever, showing how she truly feels, which is both a blessing and a curse.

• Prideful
  Manon takes great pride in her abilities. Part of her upbringing resulted in her believing she is the best at what she does. This has continued to the point she feels she is better than most others, especially in terms of magical abilities.

• Courageous
  Manon's family has fought many things over the course of their life. Manon was raised to never fear the unknown and to jump headfirst into battle. Manon has taken this to heart and is one of the first to offer aid, even in the face of evil.

History

The youngest daughter of the D'aureville family, Manon was raised with great expectations placed on her. The D'aureville has long since been recognized as magical protectors. Her family was often called to help protect France against supernatural attacks, offering council as well as banishing chaotic forces. Manon was given everything possible to fulfill her own duty placed on her shoulders. This led Manon to feel a great sense of pride in her abilities.

In school, Manon excelled in Enchantment magic, able to wield the power to influence others, much to the dismay of her Father, Emile. Outside of school, Manon was provided other useful skills, such as languages, culture, and self-defense that did not rely on magical help. Manon prided herself on her ability to read others, longing for the day she could be free to pursue her interests in helping with foreign affairs, especially in the magical realm. Manon was not afraid and rarely backed down from challenges. This led to her getting into trouble during her school days where she challenged and beat up the boys who thought they could beat her and win her hand.

After magical school, Manon went to university, where she obtained degrees in International Relations and Psychology. During her years of learning, she visited other countries, such as Germany, Austria, Greece, the UK, and the US. It became apparent to Manon that witches had a lot of work left to do. While it wasn't as bad as the witch trials, it could stand to be better. Manon decided she needed to use her abilities to help. Manon emigrate to America to lend aid to their efforts to improve relations within their country as well as with others. Manon had heard of Shipden Peak and offered to move there to help in their efforts.

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The Witches Of Shipden Peak

This is gonna be fun! I'll get my sheet done and ready for review either today or tomorrow!

The Sunday Group

I just posted so I was waiting for others.

Titans Academy

_{Location: Midway City, - Michigan}

Episode #1: Magnetic Madness

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_{Interaction(s): @Hillan - Accelerate | @Damo021 - Flamebird | @Lord Wraith - Blitzkrieg | @PapaOso - Sacrifice}

Post #1.01: A Wavy Future

Kennedy sat on the couch, staring at her phone. She had been there a few minutes now, debating on if she should make the call or not. She hadn't told her parents that she was now part of the Titans Academy. Her uncle knew and she begged him to not tell them. Not yet. She would be the one to do so. But how could she explain this to them? They still saw her as a walking timebomb. Who knows what will blow up around her? When her powers developed, she had been popular. The envy of everyone at school. Now she was a pariah. Or she felt like one.

There were some cool people here that she met. Link, for one. Her heart thumped a bit harder in thinking about him. She hadn't really made friends here, per se. Sarina was cool. So was Kwang-Jo.

She began to press numbers when she heard Cyborg's voice.

“If you’re here at the academy suit up and get ready to go into the field. There’s been an accident at STAR Labs and the local authorities aren’t able to get through. Meet me out back at the helipad in three minutes to teleport there. Cyborg out.”

Though she did not have a suit, she knew this was the real deal. She joined the others for transport and prepared to be as big of a help as she could.

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It happened quickly. Cyborg having his machine parts literally ripped out of him. Chaos growing. Plans shifting and changing. She was tasked with crowd control and she chastised herself for not being able to see the present danger. She would make up for lost time. Blitz seemed to gain control of the situation, allowing the others to form the offensive. Smart as those he tasked with it were not liable to be as hurt as Cyborg. Accelerate ran to help him, leaving her and Switchblade to tend to the civilians.

Kennedy reached out for a vision. Her eyes glowed as she sensed everything around her. People continued to scream. She saw Blitz shoot up the building. She also saw part of the wall that he was climbing up fall as he hoisted himself up, falling down on a group of civilians frozen in panic. An explosion nearby hit two others huddled. And further falling debris was starting to crumble. They would need to hold it all together to get the civilians out. Once they were safe, they could tackle the menace.

She came back. She looked up as Blitz jumped to start climbing. "Blitz! Jump off elsewhere, that wall is going to come crumbling down!" She ran over to the two civilians huddled. "Come with me. Now!" She grabbed both of their arms and led them away towards the exit. The explosion happened and the two with her looks over in confusion. "You saved us..." Kennedy nodded and gently pushed them towards the door."Get out and as far away as you can!" She looked over to Switchblade. "The place is going to crumble down. Can you do anything to hold it in place while I get the rest out of here?"

She hoped her words hit as she continued to lead people out. Hopefully, the others could handle Polaris.

The vision hit her at that moment. The trouble with her visions is, that as much as she could control them, part of them also controlled her. In the vision, she saw Rufus, after working on Cyborg and fixing him up, speed off and grab exposed electrical wires. While the others were fighting off Polaris, he sped back at the man and attempted to jack him with the electricity. A solid plan, sure. As he reached Polaris, Rufus jammed the wires at the man.

And they fizzled and died.

Polaris laughed and grabbed Rufus by the neck, "Nice try." She heard a crunch as Polaris chucked Rufus towards the others before the vision ended.

Kennedy took a few deep breaths. She could not let that happen. She turned herself invisible and began searching for Rufus.