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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Zach Kozel:
The PRT Building

The detective left, and Zach counted his blessing. He expected worse treatment, being a dangerous parahuman and all. Plan, that's right, plan plan plan. He could. . . Punch the wall? His power had never protected him from himself so that was out of the question. He could fake a seizure or something, but he'd have to get past every guard in the facility to actually escape. It was doubtless at least one of them would have containment foam so that was kind of out of the question. The legal route then: He'd need an attorney, and a way to pay them, probably. Having the judge volunteer any random lawyer they had on hand didn't seem very sensible, but did he have any other options?

Zach considered this carefully, slowly standing up and looking around the room in an attempt to find a task to distract himself with. His uncle was a lawyer, but he was pretty anti-parahuman. Well discriminatory or not, he seemed to be the only option that wasn't a complete stranger. It'll have to do He thought to himself, and at that a voice spoke up. This time the light level in the cell didn't change. He asked the question Zach had been considering, and Zach answered a bit too quickly. "Yeah, but I'll have to contact them. Can I get my phone call?" His voice cracked at the word call, and his face turned red as well. I'm way too anxious. He thought despairingly.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira Riese:
PRT HQ

The seconds dragged on as Ira waited for a response. When he finally spoke he seemed preoccupied, though his response was helpful. She turned off her earpiece completely, and carefully stood up. She walked around the chair, and out of the room. She ignored the various people walking about, and anyone who attempted to talk to her. She dragged her mind away from nothing, and instead considered Tulpa. Her power was versatile, amazing for recon, and apparently combat as well. It could even be used to directly solve problems, such as the bomb collars. That analysis aspect was very interesting, and if they were collaborating then Ira could definitely ascertain more information.

Ira came back to reality in her workshop, and looked around the familiar space. A thick wood top workshop sat in the corner to her left, the drawers labeled neatly with their contents. Everything was perfectly organized in the room, with even the small TV perfectly level. She sat down at her workbench, pulling a small radio in front of her. She turned the transistor on, and adjusted the volume to a steady background hum. Ira stood up, and moved past a large red button affixed on the wall. She curiously inspected an exposed circuit board, trying to remind herself what she had been doing.

Her vision shifted, the kaleidoscope resolving itself into a clear picture again. She walked back to her desk, removing a soldering iron from the drawer, before moving back across the room to plug it in. As she waited for it to warm up, she considered the next step in the project. Her power activated again, showing her vaguely what she had to do to achieve her goal. Ira picked up the iron, and began connecting the loose wires. She went back to her desk and picked out a completed circuit board as well as a small motor. She returned to the first circuit board, and connected the two using the solder. She carefully positioning the motor behind the first board, before putting down the solder, and pressing the button. The light above flickered momentarily as a steady hum filled the air. She glanced around, confused, before her vision shifted again. It wasn't going to affect Tinkers, that was. . . Odd. Useful, but still the exception seemed awfully arbitrary. Her power didn't offer an explanation.

Now that she knew how to build this, she could definitely show someone in the PRT who could put it to good use. Dangerous incarcerated parahumans could be transported without fear of them using their powers, the birdcage didn't have to be the be all end all! Ira smiled, feeling accomplished. She would just have to build a couple more of the prototype, and refine the creation in the process. As Ira moved to grab another circuit board, the motor that had been humming away suddenly came to a screeching halt. Ira mumbled an uncharacteristic curse under her breath.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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I alt-tab too fast =(

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira Riese:
Streets of Denver => PRT HQ

The time didn't speed up. It stopped. Ira felt the time move sluggishly around her as she stared at the brick wall for hours on end, though the tears did stop flowing. She had checked out of this world, and found herself in one of stone and mortar. Made of real things, not the tangential reality her mind normally perceived. She could feel the weight of her armor, and the clothing scratching against her skin. The tears dried, but her eyes remained puffy, and red. She wanted to cry more, wanted to kick and scream but she didn't want to throw a temper tantrum at a time like this. She turned around and sat down, her back against the building, starting upward at the sky; Ira watched the clouds high above her. She glanced over to her right and watched the ambulance arrive, as she distantly thought about how she hadn't heard its sirens at all. With that realization the blaring slowly faded into her awareness, starting at the peripherals at a dull pain, before being fully resolved with her attention.

Ira slowly stood up her gaze shifting to her feet. A throbbing migraine started, and pulsed in time to the new, distant ,yet approaching sirens. She didn't want to think about what this accident meant, for her team or for her. She didn't want to talk to the therapist or Decoy right now, she just wanted to sleep. Her stomach was tied into knots that wouldn't go away. A firefighter approached her, and asked her if she was alright. She nodded in response, waving him away without a second thought. An ambulance drove away, with Sonar being treated in the back.

A PRT transport showed up, and Ira was the last to get in. She didn't look up from her feet once. The young 'hero' followed orders wordlessly upon arrival, and tuned in to the meeting in the conference room just long enough to be reminded about the importance of Sonar's helmet. She nodded, remembering what she had read what seemed like centuries ago. Messiah was promoted with little ceremony and even less cheer. Ira tuned out again, and only came back once Messiah talked about a meeting. She made the smallest of downward movements without eye contact, which could be taken to be a nod. After Messiah and Martyr left, she looked up to the ceiling.

Ira turned on her communicator, and switched it to the direct channel for contacting Decoy, mostly for emergencies. "I hope you don't expect me to fix this. I probably can't. You could give me access to the classified information about his training, testing, and his interactions with Hero. Are you that desperate?" Her voice was quiet, just loud enough to be heard through the microphone, and very strained. She listened carefully for a response, sad that she was taking advantage of the situation in this way.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Zach Kozel:
The PRT Building

The loud sound of metal breaking near Zach's neck startled him, but, as he couldn't move any other part of his body, only his eyes showed his surprise. They sprayed some liquid on some of the foam encasing Zach and moved him, along with his prison, into some sort of PRT transport vehicle. As they moved Zach from the alleyway to the PRT headquarters, he had a little bit of time to reflect on what had happened so far.

He didn't lose his job-Wait, no, if this took more than a single night he had definitely lost his job. Okay, well he had gotten jumped by some assholes, beat the shit out of a couple of them. He was then approached by a man - Necro - with two men, and a nice fellow by the name of Arsenal. A short fight ensued, in which Kozel discovered that the goons Necro had arrived with were not normal humans, some sort of master power that he used twice more to summon two reinforcements with before fleeing the scene. In the process of fleeing he trapped Zach in a cage of some sort which Arsenal helped him escape from, before giving him an email address and the recommendation to contact him. They both fled, which led to Zach being ambushed.

Zach went through all of this in his head on his way to the PRT building, purposefully leaving out details just so he could get the information in his head. Okay that was a start, but now a different angle. A lense serial killers, professional thief, and the like had to always don. What did the police know?

One young black male, with fingerprints on a pistol nearby, and residue on the barrel and muzzle. One black male youth fled the scene, and another had his head splattered against concrete. However the body of that youth suffered heavy postmortem wounds, along with the man who had his fingerprints on a gun. Not to mention a police officer, or someone who dressed like one, suffered a similar fate. Two men who Zach didn't notice the race of, who were older with major bullet wounds. There had to be clear evidence of someone with an extensive arsenal on scene, obvious not only from plenty of bullets in the bricks and shells; But also the bullets that almost hit Zach.

Zach had that strange realization shortly after arriving in his cell. The world had become white noise around him as he became lost in thought. He looked around a bit, went to the bathroom, and then sat down on his bed staring at the ceiling. The most damning part of this is the crowbar wounds inflicted on that p.o.s. The fact that it has his fingerprints, my fingerprints, and his blood will needlessly complicate things for the forensics team, even if they do know stuff about my profile.

A gruff older man finally brightening the gloomy cell with light, but darkening it with his demeanor. The man said his full name, as well as a shitty PR term that Zach assumed was to be his hero name. The investigator asked for information, after reading him his rights, and Zach shook his head.

"I want an attorney, and I will not answer any questions, or make small talk, until I get one." He said, his voice strained. If there is one thing he knew, it was to never, ever talk to police. No matter guilty, innocent, or perceived as either; It was not a good idea. Unless he had an attorney present they probably wouldn't get much out of him besides rewording of that sentence.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira Riese:
Streets of Denver

A small sigh of relief escaped Epsilon's lips unbidden, and she found herself very thankful for the ingenuity of her teammates. God the stress had been building all day, and now that the climax was reached she felt like she could fall asleep right then. Though, oddly enough, she wasn't just mentally exhausted. Another part of her wanted to do something, build something. She felt like she could build something to help bomb squads in the future! Something similar to how Tulpa's power worked! Ideas for prototypes flashed through her head, but were interrupted when the sky broke open. A flash of lightning and a simultaneous crack of thunder blinded and deafened the young Ward, and she raised her hand to cover her eyes. Unfortunately she had been looking past the hostage that the lightning struck, so her vision didn't clear before a second flash of lightning blinded her again.

Epsilon tried her best to blink away the afterimage painted on her retinas, and her blurry vision slowly resolved itself into a clear catastrophe. Sonar was laying unconscious on the ground, gravely wounded, while Margrave tried her best to get medical attention for their young leader. It was surreal, almost impossible to believe that their fearless, invincible leader could be laying on the ground.

He could be dead.

Epsilon felt her throat constrict, and her gut tighten with anxiety. Tears welled in her eyes, and the mask's normally reassuring pressure instead made the tears blind her. She covered her mouth with her hand, and turned away from the scene before her, stumbling away to recover in private. Leaning her head against a stone building, she drew shaky breaths which occasionally turned to sobs. She didn't even know Sonar that well, but the image of his bloody body lying so small and motionless was burning into her head.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Zach Kozel:
Denver Alley

Zach walked confidently past the crowd that had gathered outside the alley, appreciating their timidness as they parted for him. Truthfully he couldn't particularly blame them, as he was probably quite the sight. Dried blood was streaked across his face, though none of it was his. An ungodly amount of blood staining his attire. The moment he had crossed the street and entered the next alley he broke into a sprint, turning this way and that to lose himself in these back alleys. At some point Zach dropped the crowbar His sense of direction was keen, but not keen enough; after a few more too many turns he was lost. He jogged across an empty street, glancing at the street sign for some semblance of location, but the name East Cedar Avenue didn't ring any bells. A frown cemented itself on his face as he slipped into the next alley, and he was forced to wonder how he was going to get home.

The sound of footsteps behind him made Zach flinch, lowering his head before glancing back. A large African American man stood there, hands in pockets. The young boy blinked in surprise, stopping completely. "Wow there," The man's voice was bassy, the kind you could feel in the soles of your shoes. "I don't want any trouble. I know who you are, heard about you. Most in these parts have."

Zach sized the man up automatically, but he wasn't intelligent enough to do so accurately. He could gleam the obvious stuff, that if it wasn't for his power the man would kill him before he could think about retaliating. There was a fear that should come with that, but it just didn't. Not anymore, and that lack of fear was the part that scared him. The man continued despite the weird looks Zach gave him.

"Now I think we can both agree that we don't want the police in these parts, especially the murder police." Zach nodded without thinking. They were trouble, even if they had good intentions. "The kids you killed, or helped kill, they don't see it. Hell you barely see it. The cops don't care if you or I smoke a doob every once in a while, or shoot that poison up. God knows you and I don't." Again Zach nodded, "But some sick shit comes with it. The mob, the hitmen, the junkies who were systemically disenfranchised and will do anything and everything for a hit. Most of those kids you killed deserved to die, no doubt. Can you honestly say it, though, can you honestly say that every one of them deserved it." Zach's frown deepened and he had to shake his head. "That's the problem then. That's why you're going to end up in handcuffs. Vigilantes kill the bad people, but you have to decide before you know them."

Footsteps sounded down the alley behind him, and Zach didn't have time to look behind him before the containment foam surrounded him. For about a second it floated behind him, stopped by the inhuman protection, but that didn't last. His power decided, without Zach's intervention, that the foam wasn't going to harm him, forcing a shit load of containment foam onto his body. Zach didn't even scrape his knees, didn't fall or anything.

'You're under arre-"

"Shit fuck" Zach interrupted the PRT officer behind him, the swearing not meant to be loud enough to hear.

The PRT officer didn't continue, but radioed for backup instead. Zach sighed audibly, wondering why he had even let the man delay him so much. He couldn't even tell how many people were behind him, but he guessed there to be three. His pulse had quickened from fear, and he wanted to cry. Why was this the thing that was getting to him, and not all the vigilante work he had done. The fear of the police he had been instilled with since he was a child seemed to be taking its toll.

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

The Aes Sedai
Morning of the Hunt

Alyna found what she was looking for, and stood up slowly. She set her shoes down softly on the floor, and set the coin purse she had been searching for beside it. The Aes Sedai slipped into her shoes, and offered the coin purse to Saloul. “Our plans is to witness Lord Gregoras. We need to find out what he has planned. We might even take the Hunter’s Oath,” She said quickly, walking over to the letter she had left on the desk. She folded it a couple times, and walked back over to the saddlebag to place it inside. She suddenly hesitated, before handing it to Saloul.

“Burn it. We’ll be sleeping here again tonight, so I’ll leave my saddlebag. Not much in there that is worth stealing I’m sure,” She said, taking care to keep her eyes off of his. The woman patiently waited for him to complete the task. Alyna gracefully moved to the door, opening it at a measured pace before proceeding into the hall. “I’ll lead the way, stay close,” She said quietly, not remembering if he had been to Illian before. She had not, but she had done her best to memorize a map she had received, and at the very least wouldn’t get lost on her way to the square.

The pair’s footsteps sounded down the hallway, as they quickly exited the inn. Alyna took the lead as promised, making sure that Saloul was never more than a step behind, if even that. After a short walk, the Warder and Aes Sedai arrived at the square, just as Lord Haron appeared. Alyna had a hard time seeing above the crowd, though she scanned those surrounding them suspiciously.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira Riese:
Streets of Denver

A frown creased Epsilon's lips as she listened to Sonar scolding Martyr. When Sonar informed Epsilon of the dead man switch she blinked in surprise, and moved towards one of the hostages. Margrave appeared suddenly, speaking of saving the day. Despite the theatrics Epsilon appreciated his presence, and she gave a grateful smile. Her face flushed as she realized she was still wearing her mask, and she turned back to the hostage she was trying to calm down. "A dead man's switch, a dead man's switch, how do I beat a dead man's switch," She mumbled, glancing at Margrave.

He touched one of the hostage's collars and turned it into a toy which also served to deactivate it. He destroyed it as best he could, before moving on. An unnaturally graceful creature suddenly began to materialize, its form abhorrent to the senses. Nonetheless it moved forward to one of the hostages, and seemed to make use of a power similar to Margrave's.

Epsilon's vision changed, like a kaleidoscope shifting settings, not literally but. . . She could see the situation from a different perspective. It was hard to explain. The bombs each had an internal timer, that activated when Eyeblight's signal was no longer detected. That was connected to a speaker, as well as a mechanism that outputted energy only when there was no input signal. If the battery of the bomb collars was destroyed they would definitely explode. A breath escaped Epsilon's lips, before it again shifted into a frown. That explained why Margrave's system worked, he toyified everything, and then destroyed all necessary mechanisms. "I can't speed up the process. It is up to Margrave, and that thing," She mumbled, for Sonar's ears only.