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I'm still around. It sucks that a few key players have vanished on us, but I'll try to get a post in. We were kind of left hanging with Zelda and Byrne there.
I might have to back out of this guys. I signed up to this over a 2 weeks ago and not a post has been made in the IC. My interest just kind of drifted away, sorry about that.
((Part 2 of a collab post between Letter Bee, Kalas, and Watermelon Tango))

Constantine Ramiel King and Healing Spore had gotten away from the crowds, and were now in a side passage of the Walt Disney Concert Hall, exhausted. Constantine fed Healing Spore a ration bar; she needed it more than he did, having healed all those people and evaded near-death at their hands. However, after she ate said ration bar, Arisa - Healing Spore's real name - forced him to eat one of his own bars; he needed the strength as well.
They sat down for a while, before Constantine, in addition to his ration bar, gave himself an adrenaline shot from Healing Spore/Arisa's medical kit, and continued on to the Mayor's position, with Healing Spore right behind him. They were going to protect said mayor, and Heaven help those who would try and stop them...

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Aster turned slowly, simultaneously dropping the unconscious Mayor to the floor. He displayed a look of shock on his face and began to raise his hands just as the woman had demanded. As he rose to his full standing height, he dropped the facade of being shocked as well as his hands, which fell to his sides. "Your friends outside had guns, too. Not that it helped them much." He continued to scrutinize the woman, she looked like an ordinary Human. Probably an Officer too. He could tell by the way that she stood, primed and ready to shoot. If she'd had been a killer, she'd have shot him in the back. As it was, however, it was unlikely that she'd survive this encounter.

Pam tried her best to keep her voice level. This man did have the upper hand, but it would be best if she didn't allow him to know that.
"I'll invite you to test that theory. Why don't you step outside for a moment?" It was completely possible that he could kill her at a glance, but she hoped that she had the advantage of the unknown by her side. He didn't know what she was capable of yet.

"As much fun as that sounds, I'm kinda in the middle of something so I'm gonna have to take a raincheck." Aster smiled a little as he said so, she seemed so serious and he knew that if he could just antagonize her into pulling the trigger, she'd have sealed her own fate. "But I'm guessing you're here because you're upset about what happened on the street?"

Pam flinched as he mentioned what happened outside. Who was this guy?
"Is this some sort of game to you? A meta like yourself is gifted with a bit of power, and immediately you think yourself higher then the law." It was clear that by the tone of her voice that she was emotionally affected by what she had seen. Her grip tightened on the gun, but she didn't fire it.
"Justice will catch up to you sooner or later. You're still human, just like the rest of us."

"Like the rest of you?" Aster began. "Is that some kind of joke? What about all those people out there? Do you honestly think they would have taken a second thought about beating me to death, had they known I was a Meta when I passed through the crowd?" Aster felt himself almost offended by what she'd said. He didn't have time for this. "What I did was act before they did. If it was the other way around, if a Human had massacred a bunch of Metas, would you still be standing there saying the same thing?"

"I don't know what I would say. All I know is that..." She hesitated. She had been pondering this question herself as she stood among the anti meta protestors. He was right. They would both have probably been at the mercy of the crowd had they revealed their meta nature.
"All I know is that there has to be a better way of settling the dispute between us and them." It was then that she realized her mistake and lowered her gun.

"Both sides are criminals, both sides are monsters," spoke a voice from the side passage, a voice filled with conviction and force. Said voice came from a handsome blond man with glasses, carrying a cylinder that, thanks to a miracle of Metahuman-made technology, automatically extended until it formed into a spear, a spear that glowed with unnatural light.
"But," he continued, "we don't have to be like them; we can reject both sides of the argument, find the better way that she mentioned. If both sides are monsters, we can say to them: a plague on both their houses! Including, by the way, the house you seem to have chosen." And with that, Constantine attacked as Aster was forming his reply, his spear lunging the very moment the man's mouth opened to speak -

Aster had limited time to react. He'd initially been caught offguard by this new Meta, but as the man revealed his weapon, Aster had anticipated that moving quickly might be needed. As he was about to form his response, however, the man had attacked. Leaving him slightly stunned but not so much that he couldn't squat down to grab ahold of the Mayor's arm and teleport to the other side of the room.
"Cool spear, I believe you've already seen mine." He said, already raising his palm toward the Mayor's wife and children. The room was thrust into silence, a stand off of sorts. Aster looked toward the woman at the door and spoke again, "You said 'Us' so I'm guessing you're a Meta too." He then regarded the Meta who had suddenly tried to attack him. "And you..." He paused, seeing if the man would try to attack again. "If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. But your way of not being a monster sure does resemble my way of not being the first casualty." By now a ball of light had formed in his palm, it wasn't the same as the one before, this was just a normal lance, but they wouldn't know that. "There's a war coming and I'll be damned if Metas take the most damage. So you can either join me or get the hell out of my way!"

"Replacing one oppressor with another isn't justice!" Constantine was heated now, his face flush with anger. "And that's all you're doing! Do you not see that this is a question of prejudice in which both sides aren't right? Both sides are the oppressors - or have the potential to be! And I see nothing in you that I do not see in who you claim to fight against!' And with that, Constantine stretched out his hand...and put out the lance. Or rather, it appeared as though the ball of light had vanished, gone, kaput. Aster could pour all the energy he wanted into it, but he would not be able to make the light appear again. Then, on the very moment that the man was mystified, Constantine would open the second stage of his attack: A series of red and blue lights meant to induce epilepsy in its recipient, the same series of red and blue lights seen in the controversial Pokemon episode about the Pokemon Porygon.

"What are you-" Pam began as Constantine used some mysterious power to subdue the rogue meta. Her attention was immediately drawn to one of the children as they ran towards the mayor, concerned for her father's safety. From her perspective, the ball of light was still present in the rogue's hand and with the child involved the risk was just too great for her to allow. She turned to face the most recent entry to their conversation.
"You have to stop! You're risking the life of an innocent child here!" Pam reached out and grabbed Constantine by the shoulders, convinced that whatever he was doing was endangering the child.

Aster's vision returned in an instant. The last thing he remembered was watching the ball of light disappear in front of him. Whatever that Meta had done to him, Aster had been caught off guard. He had stumbled back against the wall and was now vomiting. 'What the fuck did he do to me?!' Looking up, he noticed the woman from earlier grabbing the Meta who'd attacked him and shouting something about a child. He looked at the knocked out Mayor, there wouldn't be a better opportunity. Pushing away from the wall, he launched himself toward the Mayor's limp form. As soon as he could touch him, Aster teleported them instantly. The door had been left open, so his escape was inevitable. Re-appearing on the floor outside of the room, Aster stood quickly, making sure to lift the Mayor back over his shoulder. He needed to get out of this place, and fast.

He teleported again, heading towards the west side of the building. Before coming here to complete the task that had been assigned to him, he'd made sure to study the ground floor layout of the building, which was easily found online. He knew that there was a maintenance level below that lead towards the subway. That would be his route of escape.
Pam immediately shot up to attention as a lone figure stood high on the balcony. Who the hell did this creep think he was? However, the dead police officer's body was all she needed to see to know that this guy was a threat. He spoke of meta-humanity as if the lot of them were anything more then human. What arrogance. However, she'd deal with his negative attitude after she dealt with the ball of light growing in his grasp. This could not end well, and as he moved his arm to throw the projectile Pam had leaped off her seat and into action.

If she had time to think she would have thought she was insane, followed by thinking about how dead she was. But fortunately the military has ways of disabling that line of thinking.

Pam dashed across to make an interception with the light missile, desperate to protect the crowds. She leaned back and let the wheels carry her and the missile came into range of her powers just inches above her hands. She spun the spear of light as quickly as she could for two seconds before letting go and redirecting the directory of the missile towards the entrance of the facility, away from the main body of the crowd. The force of the explosion threw Pam off of her feet and she flew until she collided painfully into a nearby wall. She placed her feet underneath herself and landed with as much grace as she could given the circumstances. It was a really good thing she was wearing a helmet. Pam picked herself up with a groan in order to inspect the damage dealt.

Despite her best efforts.. it wasn't pretty. The entrance was half caved in and there was a large charred hole in the ground left behind by the meta's explosive powers. While the explosion didn't land inside of the crowd, it struck them with the force, and it was clear by the pile of writhing and harmed people that there could be casualties and many broken bones. Pam might have saved a few lives with her crazy stunt, but whoever did this was running rampant in the upper levels of this place. She had to move! Pam could feel eyes staring at her as she leaped for a flag pole jutting vertically out of the nearest wall. She didn't know what they thought; did they think of her as a hero for trying to protect them against the explosion? Or did they see her as a filthy meta human, no better then the man who made and attempt upon their lives? She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, knowing that doing the right thing was important no matter what people thought of you. But it didn't help her fight back the feeling of shame.

Pam used her powers to spin herself around the pole like a gymnastic. Spinning spinning spinning.. gaining more and more speed. To the crowd below if she hadn't already revealed her meta-human origins it was now plainly obvious. She spun until she had gained enough speed and let go, flinging herself up towards the balcony where the mad man had been previously standing and managed to grab the ledge. With some effort she hoisted herself up and was met with the kind of carnage she hadn't seen since she was in service. Several police officers were sprawled on the ground, with pools of blood gathering everywhere. Limp bodies of police officers were strewn everywhere. This guy seemed like a tough guy, whoever the hell he was. It was then she noticed that one of the officers was still alive. Pam knelt by his side and inspected the wounds like she had been trained.

It wasn't good. If this guy got into a hospital immediately he would have a chance of survival, but the ambulances would be too occupied with the crowds below and he was all the way up here. And unfortunately she didn't have the time to lug him to the hospital herself. It was a tough decision but.. she did what she would have expected her fellow brothers and sisters in arms would do for her.
"I apologize for what I'm about to do," she said as tears reached her eyes, "You will be remembered fighting to protect what you loved." And with that, she used the gun he had in his holster to quickly put a bullet through his head and to end his suffering. She quickly equipped the man's gun and ammo before making her way inside with determination in her step. This guy would pay for what he had done to the innocent people here today, she would make sure of that.
An ability I once had for an old RP character was that he could create energy rings he could bend and shape, and one of the special properties was that he could connect two rings together in order to create a portal portal-gun style. The limitation was that he had to use pure muscle in order to throw these discs like a frisbee, so while he was a good throw sometimes it would be hard to predict where the other end of a portal would end up with wind and other factors causing it to land somewhere unexpected. He also had razor sharp disc throwing skills of course.
Pam was leisurely strolling down the sidewalk towards Los Angelas when she heard the ringing of a phone. A.. phone..? She reached into her back pocket and sure enough there was a phone. She eyed the device suspiciously before accessing the message she had received. She scrolled through the message as she rolled on and was struck with many questions. However, this seemed like an excellent opportunity. Whoever sent this was obviously a pro meta-human organization that believed that it was important to protect those who needed it. Even if those who needed the protection didn't know or appreciate it. She had many questions; the most notable one was how this mysterious informant seemed to know so much about her. Did they slip this cell phone into her suit? But those questions could wait. This seemed like an opportunity to use her new abilities for the greater good, that was the entire reason she was going to LA in the first place.

It also paid pretty well, and like it or not the measly funds she brought wouldn't last a week. So Pam skated on, happy that she had a purpose in LA after all.

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After another few hours of skating she had finally made it. She skid to a halt in front of the Walt Disney theatre. Her powers made roller-skating a breeze, but even so she had been standing for several hours. She needed to rest her legs for a few moments. She strode in and sat herself down on the first seat she could find as she scanned the growing crowd. If they found out she was a meta she would probably be beaten to death then and there, but her powers were easy enough to conceal. She supposed that's why she was picked for the job. Pam scanned the room, trying to spot the two other people she was tasked to work with but it was hard to pick them out from the crowd. She remained where she was on the bench keeping an eye on the crowd, deciding that if the time came and they needed to intervene she'd find out who it was she was working with after all.
Letter Bee said
Aren't you a registered hero already?


My character was kind of on the downlow since being booted from her unit, but I didn't think it was too far out of the realm of possibility that it'd be accessible information for the US to possess somewhere so I let it slide. Pam would totally be willing to do the job anyway, since the whole reason she is going to LA is to protect people from meta-humans.
If there's a skype group I'd like to be a part of it. Letter Bee could you PM me your skype details so I join in?
There's a heck of a lot going on right now. I want to maneuver my character in where the things are happening, but there's just so many plot threads going on at once. Any suggestions?
I'm here as well. If Impa doesn't get back to us soon I'll post again.
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