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Spindle

Lisa watched the woman go, relaxing a bit when she left the room. She took the opportunity to look over the room, a measured gaze taking in all she could. It didn’t seem like there were surveillance devices hidden anywhere, but it was at best a guess. Lisa definitely didn’t feel like her perceptions had been enhanced, and this was helping emphasizing that. She sat back down after a few seconds, and didn’t have to wait too long before Adumbrate entered the room again. She told Lisa that the coffee was brewing, along with some tea, and Lisa smiled thankfully. The woman sat on the opposite side of the couch, her body language shifting slightly, and the distance helped her guest relax.

The black haired woman spoke of potential, before complimenting Lisa, and the gesture brought another appreciative smile to her guest’s lips. The host continued, telling Lisa that she could offer assistance if needed. It came together quickly, and Lisa had to admit that the idea was quite appealing. She could do a lot, but her power was limited in certain ways. She asked if that would be alright, and Lisa paused before speaking.

”I think that’s an absolutely wonderful idea, though. . .” Lisa trailed off, thinking for a second ”I feel as if there is something missing, honestly. I’ve never done this before, but how are we supposed to trust each other having just met? You seem quite reasonable, so I'm sure you can understand my uncertainty.” The word uncertainty was interrupted by the coffee pot signifying that a pot had been brewed.

Adumbrate left to retrieve the coffee and tea, and returned with two mugs. Lisa took the white mug gratefully, enjoying the relaxing warmth it provided. She didn’t even try to drink it, knowing it would be far too hot. Her body language would have conveyed someone who was perfectly comfortable if her eyes didn't betray her. Her gaze wasn't quite steady, instead moving constantly, only resting on Adumbrate when she was speaking or being spoken to. She was interested in how Adumbrate would respond, and was kind of worried that her host would not take the question politely.
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Zach Kozel:
Denver Alley

Sirens. God damn it, this was looking more than a little bad, especially considering the prison he was trapped in. Arsenal’s deep voice called out a warning, and Zach complied, backing away from the side of the cage the voice had originated from. A less-than-human fist burst through the cage, and tore a good portion of the material off. The sombrero wearing vigilante explained the situation, as he saw it, and suggested immediate departure from the premises.

The man reached out, grabbing Zach’s wrist, and to Zach’s surprise his power didn’t activate. He was a bit more surprised when he looked into his hand and saw a bone with an email address scraped onto it. Zach nodded in response to the command to keep it safe, slipping it into his pocket. Though a repeat of today’s events didn’t sound that nice, an ally did.

Glancing down into his other hand as the man walked away, he took in the crowbar for a few seconds. He glanced at the roof above him, and sighed. He threw it into the air, aiming for the roof, but it instead bounced back into the alley. Zach walked over to it, picking it up again, before leaving the alley the opposite direction of Arsenal’s exit, and perpendicular to the direction the sirens seemed to be coming from. God damn. He was gonna have to find a place to hide the crowbar, mostly because of the fingerprints, blood and brain matter it had on it.
Zach Kozel:
Denver Alley

Though it may have been in Zach's mind, it almost felt like Necro had begun panicking. Liquid snaked past Zach's leg, and he started in surprise. As a side effect of the delay, he was quickly trapped in a prison of bone, stopping his charge . A loud curse escaped his lips as he threw himself at the material, though the attempt was futile. He sighed as Necro fled, deciding to try another method. A loud crack sounded down the alley as he hit the base of a single bar with the crowbar It didn't shatter, but it fractured badly. Zach dropped the crowbar, wincing at pain at the pain. He fell to his knees, a long string of curses beginning to leave his lips after a large gasp. Distant sirens seemed to be growing less so, and Zach's escape seemed less and less likely. He glanced over at the now collapsed police officer, and the man who he had sided with.

”Do you mind-uh-helping out a bit?” He asked carefully, eyeing the man with a patient caution. He didn't expect to be attacked, but he wouldn't be surprised if Arsenal decided leaving was the more urgent task.

The blood lust had left Zach's eyes, replaced with a measured confidence. He felt something warm on his face, and wiped away the red sticky liquid away with his sleeve. It didn't particularly help, it mostly just smeared the blood.
Recall

An incessant buzzing woke Casper, but it wasn’t sudden. It felt like his mind had been sitting idle, waiting for the moment when the alarm would go off, and as such there was no sense of drowsiness. He sat up, removing the tangled blanket from around him as he looked around the room. By instinct Casper activated his power, recalling the room he was in as it was last night. His past self looked about the room, confirming everything was in place, and now Casper double checked each item without standing.

The room was decorated quite sparsely, the most lavish thing being his laptop. It was a beefy laptop, obviously meant for gaming, and as such had three fans on the bottom, with a secondary hard drive attached via usb. Upon entering the room, you would see a bed on your right, tucked into the far corner, with the end right below a window straight in front of you. On the left side of the door, leaning against the wall, was a wooden dresser. It had an upper area for shirts, and four smaller drawers for pants, undergarments, socks, and seasonal attire. The desk was on the leftmost wall, running parallel to the wall, a cup for pencils and pens on top of it as well as a stack of paper.

Truth be told, Casper hadn’t used pen and paper in years, completing most of his school work digitally. His handwriting was atrocious, and he preferred his teachers not having to find that out the hard way. The center of the room had a small circular burgundy rug; it was a sharp contrast from the white carpet. Casper frowned when he noticed that the external hard drive for his laptop had been touched during the night, the port it was plugged into having changed from the closest on the left to the farthest. Besides a small change in the positioning of his pens and pencils, his room had stayed the same.

Mother will never learn He thought, frowning at the discovery. She always had to snoop, and when she had found out attempting to get into his laptop was impossible because of its password she hadn’t given up. She now inspected anything, and everything that wasn’t in a lockbox. It was kind of justified, though Casper hated to admit it. After his trigger he had become adept at handling social situations of all kinds. He knew how to get what he wanted, where before he didn’t know what he wanted. This was a sharp contrast, and it was only a couple of weeks before the change had been completed. This left his mother to wonder where the timid boy she had raised had gone.

Casper stood up, the cold air tickling his lungs when he tried to breath, and bringing about a coughing fit. He moved to the dresser, opening the two tall doors, behind which was his shirts. He quickly activated his power, going back to the memory of him talking to Tulpa last Thursday. He sped through the memory, not reliving it, but just waiting for a moment. It wasn’t there. He changed to the time before last, watching the memory unfold in fast motion, his attention fully on her eyes.

There.

She was speaking of some classwork when she glanced down momentarily at his shirt. The edges of her lips turned up the smallest bit as she did so, the corner of her eyes crinkling. Not a smile, but it was as telling as a flashing neon sign in Casper’s book. He deactivated his power, returning to the present once again. He blinked a couple times, before reaching out for the freshly washed purple edge of the shirt he had worn three days ago. It would be a fruitless effort if he didn’t see her, but he was hoping to convince their supervisor to put them together for tonight’s patrol.

He opened the closest drawer on the left, pulling out a pair of black pants. He precariously held it to his chest along with the shirt he had chosen, as he opened the drawer on the other side. He grabbed some boxers, and moved to the bathroom across the hall, setting down his clothing on the edge of the marble sink. The door closed noiselessly at a touch, and Casper removed the few articles of clothing he had worn to bed. He stepped into the shower, and turned it to a preset temperature setting at a touch.

The water poured over him, and he relished the warm sensation slowly. Casper smiled, putting his hand against the black granite wall, a small blue flicker flashing across it. The blue consolidated into a thin outline, spreading across the large portion of the wall of the shower. The image was pure black, but music started playing. He recalled the rest of the memory, and removed his hand, letting the musical visionless image stay.

“I can’t be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman.
I can’t be your Superman, but I can be your Alexandria,”

The female lead sang, with a pop instrumental behind it. The song was clearly written around the chorus, though Casper didn’t particularly mind the lack of depth. He quickly finished his shower, before the song had run its course, and turned off the memory displayed on the wall. He picked up his towel from off the rack, and quickly dried himself from head to toe, before putting on his clothes. Casper moved to the mirror, picking up a brush, and got to work making his hair manageable. He replayed a small, almost irrelevant memory to make sure his hair was styled correctly before putting on a reasonable amount of deodorant and spray. They, together, costed about two hundred dollars.

The door opened, steam rushing out as Casper moved out of the shower, and back to his room. He picked up the smartphone from his desk, along with the PRT communicator. He had gotten one that was slightly smaller than the standard so he could wear it inconspicuously in public, though it was regularly tuned to the frequency exclusively used for direct communications with the Wards. He moved outside of his room, and down the stairs with a practiced ease, his hand lightly gripping the mahogany hand rail. He had learned, soon after getting his power, that his mother seemed less anxious as long as he kept his hand on the rail when heading down, and Casper had forced it into a habit.

The small gesture was meaningless as his mother had headed to work early. Case files were spread across the table, and that made Casper frown. His mother didn’t normally head to work on Sundays, much less leave her work on the table. Again Casper activated his power, replaying the conversation he had had with her last night. His memory showed him pausing before walking away from where she was working on the table. Casper focused on the paper she was writing on, trying her best to read the letters upside down. A breath escaped his lips as he finally deciphered the words, though they made no sense. Just a bunch of legal nonsense, composed mostly of jargon.

Casper went back further listening to his mother complain about her “incompetent shit of a secretary”. He had met the young intern before, and he seemed to be okay, not particularly bright, but he really didn’t need the smarts as a secretary; though Casper’s mother might disagree. His mother had also talked about the pressure the merger was putting on her, and the disproportionate amount of work put on her as opposed to her coworkers.

The act of recalling was becoming too time consuming for Casper to continue, so he capitulated his efforts, and decided a better use of his time would be eggs. He quickly made himself scrambled eggs, interrupting the process partway through to toast some bread, and grab some cold ham out of the fridge. After finishing the eggs he scraped the residue into the trash, put a small amount of oil back on the pan, and cooked the ham for long enough to make it a reasonable ubiquitous temperature.

Casper finished making his breakfast with a patient ease, and finished by pouring himself a glass of orange juice. He sat down at the table, devouring the food quickly, and guzzling down his drink impatiently. He sighed pleasurably, and moved his dishes to the dishwasher before heading out the door, and towards the PRT headquarters. It was a good three quarters of a mile walk from his house, and made him go through some lower class neighborhoods then he usually attended; then again he was used to a gated community.

A glance at the time alerted Casper that it was currently noon, and that his earlier meal had been a late brunch. He frowned, noting that he’d have to fix that habit. His body shape had been improving ever since acquiring his power, and he regularly ‘remembered’ working out to stimulate his muscles. His height was also not unreasonable for his age, and he was currently standing at six foot. If only his power was less subtle, than it might be more useful in combat. He had been given multiple kinds of combat training, as well as practicing at a gun range twice a week, and he still wouldn’t be any help when it came to fighting a brute, or blaster, or any shit like that.

Regardless, it was useless to dwell on things like this. If he didn’t focus on it he found he would have less anxiety, which was obviously a goal. There were many great long term health benefits associated with lower anxiety, if he recalled correctly; then again Casper always did.

A glance at the sky alerted Casper, too late, that he should have brought a jacket, scarf, and umbrella with him. He frowned, glancing down at his attire, before putting a bit more purpose into his strides. Within thirty minutes he reached the PRT headquarters, arriving just after it began to rain. He didn’t get very wet, as he was only faced with the beginning of the storm, though the rain did quickly intensify once he did arrive.

The first order of business he was obligated to take care of was giving a report to his superiors about a recent incident during his patrol. That report consisted of him displaying two hours and thirty minutes of patrolling, followed by him helping to arrest a man guilty of public intoxication. Luckily that seemed sufficient for the group he presented to, and he was released early because of a developing situation.

The developing situation turned out to be a dinner planned by Nolan, and communicated through official PRT channels. Casper chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief as he accepted the invitation, before frowning as he glanced outside. A phone slipped out from Casper’s pocket, and he dialed a cab quickly while standing near the exit.

Spindle

Their pace wasn’t uncomfortable, though it was hard to match Adumbrate’s ever changing pace. The woman answered Spindle’s question readily, telling her their destination was a safehouse. She continued, speaking of a safe place to stay, and about Spindle being her partner. It was strange though, the way the woman talked. She switched between speaking of present and future as if they were both just as. . . Current? Maybe it was just Spindle’s imagination.

The complement elicited a smile from Spindle, and she nodded in response. Adumbrate ran her hand over the alley wall after they crossed an empty road, tapping intermittently. She then asked if Spindle had settled on a name, and she answered verbally this time.

"Spindle, I’ve decided on the name Spindle."

Adumbrate once again changed her pace, and Spindle took notice but didn’t comment. The inconvenience would be forgotten quickly, as one tended to do. Spindle decided to see if anyone was following them, but only saw a large amount of foot traffic behind them. That was odd, the footpath had been clear a little bit ago, without a soul to spot them. Spindle glanced forward at Adumbrate, and then further ahead. Someone walked past in the alley ahead, but a door closed and the person was gone once they were close enough to be seen.

It was a little unnerving, and Spindle would seem stiff for the rest of their walk. She almost laughed out of stress, as they were getting inhumanly lucky. It was another ten minutes before they reached the apparent destination, and they entered just as police sirens raced by outside. Adumbrate closed the door, and left momentarily only to return with towels; two towels for each of them.

Spindle thanked the woman quietly before beginning the laborious process of drying herself. She started with her hair, using her wire to position it when it would normally be inaccessible. She went from top to bottom, and, for some reason, it did seem effective. She kept her hair away from her body as she dried that next, and again was mildly surprised about how fortunate she was. In retrospect it would only seem that she hadn’t gotten as wet from the rain as she had expected, even if that wasn’t the case.

Truth be told Spindle did not take note of Adumbrate’s apparent bone-dry-ness, as the woman didn’t draw attention to it. Adumbrate departed again, and this time Spindle interpreted the way she left as a bid to follow. Spindle obliged. The room they entered was reminiscent of a living room, but only if one ignored the safe in the corner. Adumbrate sat down on the couch, and motioned for Spindle to do the same, and she waited a moment too long before doing so. As the woman spoke Spindle listened, taking care to smooth her dress and remain decent. She set the plastic bag full of various bills on the floor carelessly.

Adumbrate offered her a safehouse, with seemingly no strings attached, and Spindle seemed uncomfortable with the proposition. Though she definitely appreciated the offer and wanted to say yes, it just seemed like it was going too fast. She barely knew this woman, and she was already offering her a place to hide out from the cops. Could it be a trap? No, no that just didn’t seem right, but then. . . Something seemed strange about the situation, especially considering she seriously considering accepting the offer.

At the offer of food Spindle smiling underneath the wire mask, mostly in appreciation, before considering for a second. "I'm not particularly hungry, but if you have a coffee machine, I'd like to brew myself a pot." She said, and glanced about quickly. Her wire mask began to remove itself from her face. It was wrapped from the bottom up, all laid horizontally across her face with no gaps except the space for her eyes.

It seemed to remove itself, and she willed it in front of her with the rest of her wire supply. She released the wire holding the man at the gas station, before making more of the stuff with simple movements. She grabbed one of the wires, and seemed to pull more of it out of itself. She was nowhere near her limit right now, but it was also cumbersome to have that much wire. Lisa forced the wire to form into bracelets, totaling about twenty per arm. They were simple things, without any stylish designs or flare, though they didn't move particularly often.

The entire process took about forty seconds, the routine methodical, almost mechanical in nature. Once she finished she stood, smoothing out her dress absently-mindedly, before speaking again. "Alright, I'm ready." The smoothing of Lisa's dress, though it may have seemed like a pretty routine activity, was a nervous habit that almost everyone noticed, excluding herself.
Recall


Full Name: Casper North
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Zach Kozel:
Denver Alley

The crowbar hardly shook Zach’s arm as the head absorbed the pummeling readily. The gunfire continued, the firefight escalating rapidly with sirens in the distance. Zach stopped attacking the creature and started walked towards Necro; the cretin at his feet was not worthy of attention. Necro was backing away quickly, and he watched as the man began controlling a police officer with a touch. The police officer began firing at Arsenal, but was interrupted when a body landed on top of the man, followed by a hail of bullets. Those who were particularly perceptive would notice the pulverized bullets floating next to Zach momentarily. His power had made the executive decision that deflecting the bullets was too dangerous, and had stopped their momentum.

Zach’s attention momentarily returned to the brainless creature that had attacked him as it rushed him from behind; it lurched backwards again before its arm could impact Zach’s shoulder. Loud, purposeful footfalls filled the air as Zach put himself in the middle of the alley, clearly intending to take the fight to Necro head on. He strode forward, his confidence at an all time high. How could you be scared when you were invincible?

With a crazed look Zach rushed forward, his crowbar raised as he wordlessly closed the distance between him and Necro. Blood was still splattered across his face, the hair that framed his face presenting the image of psycho, not with nothing to lose. Instead he seemed to be unable to see himself losing. If this was poker Zach was all-in; however this was not poker, and Zach was actually just risking his life because of his fetish for being a hero.

Ira Riese:
Streets of Denver

A sudden flash of light filled the tight quarters, along with a guttural battle cry or two. Epsilon watched the proceedings carefully, shifting her eyes back to her leader intermittently. Sonar’s eyes shifted to her, and he nodded in understanding before throwing three sets of cuffs to her. She mouthed a thank you, barely above a whisper in volume, though that didn’t particularly matter. Her hand reached out, and she undid each cuff before clipping them onto her belt. Her eyes shifted back to Martyr and his combatants.

Epsilon leveled her gun again, watching the proceedings closely, before suddenly noticing Eyeblight’s shocking form. She instinctively covered her mouth, audibly gasping before she shook her head to focus. Knowing the effect Eyeblight’s power had on people, and witnessing it firsthand were very different.

Epsilon turned her attention back to the pack of Martyrs who were helping to defeat the henchmen while Eyeblight focused on Messiah and Tulpa. Her eyes fell on the last woman, and she took aim. Her first shot missed, but the woman’s luck didn’t let Epsilon miss the second shot.

The woman gasped as the bullet collided with her ribs, the breath leaving her lungs quickly. Epsilon adjusted her aim instinctively as the woman slowed, shooting again to nail the woman in the temple. This was nowhere near lethal, as rubber bullets almost never were, but it hurt like a bitch. Epsilon made the executive decision to ignore the threat from then on, and moved forward to cuff one of the thugs defeated by Martyr; her expression was grim. She lifted him as best she could, moving him next to the other thug, before going back to cuff another thug.
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Spindle

Lightning lit up the alley, and Lisa scanned it quickly before glancing down at the money in the plastic bag. Thunder followed the lightning as wire came out from behind her. The thin material quickly organized itself into a shape reminiscent of a comb. It floated up to her head, and began smoothing her hair, a task which did not consume Lisa’s attention. Her hair quickly became devoid of drywall, and it was again its smooth self. Unfortunately if it got much more moisture it would probably get frizzy, and that would be quite the sight.

Four hundred dollars, give or take, was the final amount Lisa found herself with. A smile spread across Lisa’s face, though her hands were still shaking. Movement was made deeper in the alley, not farther than a few steps in front of her. Before Lisa’s eyes were fully up, wire sprang from behind her back. The coils, separated into six sets, spreading out evenly behind Lisa; automatically they pointed towards the threat, swaying back and forth in unison. A woman, older than Lisa, and brimming with confidence stood before her.

It didn’t seem like she was a threat, she was just so. . . She wasn’t prepared to defend or attack, the woman was just present. Without direction the wires lowered slowly, stopping their hypnotic dance. The woman only gazed upon Lisa’s form for a second, before shifting her eyes to the sky. Her words cut clearly through the open space, through the wind and rain, but without need of raising her voice. She spoke of fear being an appropriate response, and Lisa nodded slowly in response; She was clearly entranced by the woman.

She continued, and Spindle listened, though she cautiously urged her mask to reassemble above her face. Now the woman spoke of the advantages of being a villain, the exhilarating thrill it could provide. Again Spindle nodded, and was surprised when the woman offered a handshake. She blinked in surprise, glancing between the woman dressed in red, and her hand, before cautiously accepting it. She would never know why she did.

The woman spoke her name, and Spindle covered her mouth in shock. She suddenly remembered where she had seen that costume before, despite not making the connection herself. Adumbrate was more than a little famous, as mystery tended to excite the public. The exact details were a little fuzzy, though Spindle did remember her being some sort of precog; that made sense considering their current situation.

The woman turned, walking towards the end of the alley, and Lisa felt compelled to follow. She didn’t know what it was, she just couldn’t place her finger on it, but she trusted Adumbrate. The woman just didn't seem like she would try and harm Spindle. The wire that had been extending from her back folded back in on themselves, and once again hid behind her hair. She spoke softly, just loud enough for Adumbrate to hear her above the rain.

"Where are we heading?"

Her voice sounded strained, clearly not as practiced as the words spoken earlier.
Spindle

The soft mid morning sunlight sparkled against Lisa's hair-Or it would have, but it was raining quite heavily at the moment, which made her choice of attire all the more odd. Lisa was wearing a beautiful black dress, with a red bow wrapped around it, resting just above her waist. Her hair had recently been redyed, and the startling blue was absolutely breathtaking. Unfortunately it had been quite expensive, as her hair reached down to her knees when not tied up. Right now she was taking advantage of that length to hide metal wire against her back.

As she walked purposefully down the street, metal wire unfurled behind her back, sliding up near her collar to cover her face in a slow process. No one else was on this street at the moment, which wasn't too surprising considering the neighborhood she was in. Right as she passed under a streetlight, and turned to head towards the gas station Lisa's mask finished obscuring her face. Only her eyes were visible, even her lips hidden beneath the thin wire. As she moved towards the door, a man begging for change noticed her, and moved quickly to escape into the nearest alley. Lisa ignored him, entering the gas station as the bell connected to the door dinged.

The man behind the counter didn't notice her for a second or two, but his eyes didn't leave her once he did. The bulky TV above the shop shelves gave out the scores of Sunday night football with an incessant hiss in the background. Spindle surveyed slowly, wire stealthily snaking down the back of her leg, and heading under the counter. It quickly wrapped around the man's arms, and legs before he could press the silent alarm. The wire detached from the rest as the man gasped in surprise, but he didn't make another noise, probably because the wire was, almost gently, caressing his neck.

Soft footfalls sounded as Spindle headed further into the store, looking from side to side with a confident gaze. To her surprise there were no others in the store, and she moved back to the counter, glancing at the door. More wire uncoiled from behind her, less stealthily this time, and wrapped around the door handle to prevent it from opening. Spindle scanned the self-serve gas area, before looking back up at the man at the register.

”Hand over all of the money in the register.”

Her voice was steady, not panicked, and definitely not hurried. She had practiced that in the mirror all morning, and it had come out much better than she had expected. The man nodded, flinching intermittently at the feeling of the cool wire against his throat. Spindle loosened the wire's grip on his hands, and the man let out a small breath, moving his hands in front of him. He pressed two buttons on the register in succession, and a small ding played as the cash drawer ejected from the machine. Before the man could reach into the drawer, Spindle's eyes snapped to the door. A young mother, and her small child were standing outside, the mother was holding the keys to the restroom. Fear was clear in the mother's eyes, while the child, who seemed to be more than a year old, only showed vague interest. Spindle sighed, and turned back to the cashier.

A loud click sounded as the man pumped a shotgun, quickly bringing it level with Spindle's head. She reacted without thinking, stumbling backwards as wire suddenly wrapped around the man's arms. His aim was quickly displaced, his arms being pulled violently upwards. Panicked, he pulled the trigger, shooting into the ceiling above Spindle, and showering her with drywall. Wire wrapped around the shotgun quickly, wrenching it out of his hands, as more came out from behind Spindle to restrain him further. Within seconds the man had both his arms and legs restrained again, with wire pulled taut around his throat.

Tears welled in Spindle's eyes as she took ragged breaths, trying her best to calm herself. She stood shakily and quickly moved forward. The cashier was curled up behind the counter, the wire stopping him from fixing that. Spindle pulled herself up onto the counter, making sure to stay decent. She picked up a plastic bag, and moved the money inside of the cash register quickly into it. She finished after about thirty seconds had passed, and hopped down off the counter. Her wire untangled itself from around the door handle, before pulling it open for her. Spindle moved outside, noticing the young mother and child gone from view. She shrugged, before moving towards the closest alley. Once in the safety of the dark alley, her mask slid away layer by layer, tears mixing with rain as they slid down her cheek.
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