Written in collaboration with @Mr Allen J Academy 61, Roseview.
Since his return from the hospital, Rowan had been unable to forget the events that had led to his injury. There was something frustrating in how weak he'd been in comparison to Ezekiel and how the man had overwhelmed his own abilities, putting Wendy at risk. Time at the Academy had taught him that practice led to improvement and if he had any hope of helping her out and getting some payback, he needed to practice.
As it happened, there was a spot at the very far edge of the campus, technically outside the boundaries, known as the 'junkyard', a little corner which a few students had, over the years, used it as an unofficial training ground. Littered with debris, it served as a good opportunity for Rowan to hone his abilities.
Wendy had approached Rowan... her new partner in crime in all of this madness. She wished that she didn't get him involved in the first place, but it's exactly what it is. An unfavorable situation. While Wendy trained in the training hall, Rowan chose to practice in the "Scrapyard" or whatever they called it. Only because it felt like more of Rowan's place. Though, she tried to convince him that the training hall was better equipped.
"Rowan!" Wendy shouted, waving her hand around in the air. "How is your training going?"
She caught of the scrawny kid stood before the husk of an old station wagon, long since stripped of anything valuable - it seemed as though Rowan was trying to concentrate on lifting it. Well, that is, until Wendy broke his concentration, causing him to drop it with a firm clatter that sent pieces of trash bouncing all over. "Uh shit, sorry!"
A piece was flying toward Wendy, but she put her hands up and had enough reflexes to block it. Apparently. It hurt a little, but that wouldn't bother her. "... Uh, It's my fault for, uh, breaking your concentration." She shrugged. "But, I wanted to ask you how you're doing."
"I'm doing fine... I guess." Rowan said, albeit hesitantly. "You? You all okay?"
"I'm... still worried about Diana," Wendy honestly said. "But, otherwise, I've been doing great. Sticking to my training regime."
"Yeah?" Rowan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Me too. I'm not gonna let those assholes hurt me or anyone else again."
"I'm getting the hang of Ms. Zhao's ability...." Wendy said as she looked at her hands... and pulled small pieces of concrete out of the ground that hovered around her hands. She released her control, and the stones fell to the ground. "I think I'm getting close to the point where I can face the Hound alone, but I still need more practice." Her voice had a hint of anger in it.
Then it hit her.
"Oh! Would you like to train with me?"
"Y- yeah, that'd be a good idea." Rowan said, caught a little off-guard.
"Training hall... or here?" Wendy asked.
"It's up to you, I guess," Rowan said, "But out here is good, y'know?"
"Alright then..." Wendy said as she looked around. "Um, how do you want to, uh, uh, go about it? A spar?"
"S-sure, I mean uh, yeah - whatever you saw." Rowan's answer sounded equally befuddled.
"Alright..." Wendy said as she thought about how she was going to do this. There was a lot of space in here, and she would prefer the open training hall, but this will have to do. She picked a large open space, pointed at it, and then shrugged. "Alright... let's start... however the hell we'll do that." Wendy said.
Rowan paused, then finally nodded and headed over to a spot just across from where Wendy was stood, yet he couldn't help but hesitate. Despite all the practice, his powers were unpredictable and whilst they might not have hurt someone like Ezekiel, he was worried what harm he could do to Wendy. "You sure you're okay with this? I don't wanna hurt you, or anything."
Wendy clenched her fists. "Rowan..." She started off, in a rather somber tone. "I don't care, if this is what it takes to fight the Hound and Ezekiel, then I'll do it." She raised her fist in the air with hope in her eyes.
That was enough encouragement, though he was still a little confused as to how they were going to 'spar'. "So uh, how's this gonna work?"
The thought never really crossed Wendy's train of thought. She thought about it - how to use this clearing to the advantage of their training. Then it hit her:
"We're going to try to knock each other out of the ring," Wendy said pointing at the ground. "This being the ring.... Without hurting each other. "
"Right." Rowan said, a little reserved about the notion of moving first, "You start, I guess."
"But, Rowan-" Wendy was about to explain that, in a real fight, there would be no turns. But, she knew that it was just best to just go first and get Rowan in the groove. Because that was the problem, he was hesitant and didn't have a "groove" just yet. So, she raised her hands up into the air and drove off some small rocks from the area around her. No bigger than her fingertip... because she didn't want to kill Rowan. The stones floated in front of her, spinning around, before she thrusted both hands forward, and shot a barrage of small rocks that would only bruise slightly.
Going off instinct, Rowan crudely pulled towards him the discarded hood of a wrecked car and embedded it firmly into the ground as a shield against the rocks, which pinged against the rusting metal surface with a firm clatter. Wendy meant business, it seemed and he had been given her explicit consent to fight back - at least to a certain point, and so he followed this up by pushing the same hood through the dirt towards Wendy at a speed fast enough to knock her down, but not so much that it'd have done any real harm.
Using up all of her ammo right off the bat was not the most tactical decision Wendy had made. Rowan had sent a hood right for her. Damn it. She was tempted to dive on the ground away from it, but she didn't want to leave herself open like before. She has to take it head on. Wendy quickly raised her hands in the air and gathered concrete in a mess of concrete dust.
Dropping her weight, she slammed her fist into the ground. A concrete shield popped up and blocked the hood... but, it all fell apart with the hood's impact.
Need to practice that.
Meanwhile, Rowan had started drawing in more pieces of metallic junk surrounding himself with a crude shield that gave him some protection at the cost of a limited field of view, before he started advancing towards Wendy's position. "A new trick?" He asked, referring to her use of concrete.
"... Just trying to do what Ms. Zhao does." Wendy just bluntly said as the shield fell to pieces. Rowan's shield was probably far more effective before it didn't fall to pieces right off the bat. She needed a plan to take out Rowan... because she was imagining herself fighting Ezekiel again, and with an ability more suited to fighting him on even terms.
Then she remembered that Rowan was human, too. And his barrier was blocking his field of vision. Perhaps she could take advantage of that. She looked down and willed a piece of concrete upwards, and she clenched her hand as if she was crushing it. Cracks covered it as it was turned into a barrage of tiny pieces of stone.
She sent it at Rowan... the idea was that it would break into a cloud of dust on impact with the shield. Before she sprinted off into another direction.
It seemed to work; Rowan found himself blindsided by the mass of dust and had to hold his breath to avoid coughing and spluttering, still recalling the effect that the other gas had held over him before. It was only as he opened his eyes again that he realised that Wendy was out of sight....
... And by the time he realized where she was, she had sent a stone to swipe his foot from underneath him, knocking him flat on his ass along with his shield.
"Nailed ya'!" Wendy said, fist pumping.
"Oh yeah?" Rowan said as she stood there triumphant. Admittedly, he had a trick up his sleeve, but he wanted to hold up on that for just a second. "Hey, paper girl," He said, reaching into his pocket, and withdrawing a crumpled piece of paper and tossing it at her. "Catch!"
Wendy was so utterly caught off guard by paper being thrown at her she didn't know what to make of it. She caught it, but stared at it, then back to Rowan, then to the paper again. It wasn't the paper itself that threw her off, but the action of throwing a crushed piece of paper. Is it his strategy against Ezekiel and the Black Hound?
That wasn't the case, hilarious as it sounded - Rowan wanted instead a chance to demonstrate something he'd been working on himself after a little inspiration from her, as well as after seeing what Ezekiel could do. Concentrating, Rowan put his mind to matter as he felt the metal bands he'd fitted under his sleeves pulling upwards.
Slowly but steadily, Rowan found himself lifting upwards.
"... You're..." Wendy trailed off as she stared at Rowan in disbelief. "... Flying?"
"Yeah... woah- just gimme' a sec..." Rowan said as he found himself a couple of metres above where she stood. "Yeah... I'm flying." He said. ".... Holy shit! I'm flying!" He repeated to himself, though in doing so he gesticulated a little too much and lost his balance. "Oh no- how'd you do this?!" He exclaimed at Wendy, as he flailed about mid-air, before he finally found a balance and was able to stabilise himself by outstretching his arms, until finally he was above the tops of the trees. All whilst Wendy could only look on.
"You've got that paper, don't you? C'mon, view's up here!"
"I can't use my paper powers if I just copied..." Wendy thought about it for a moment as she stared at the piece of paper. Whenever she copied a power, she would be locked into it until she gets to learn it a little bit... a strange limit of some sort, indeed. But, limits can be broken... and through those broken limits she can reach inside herself and gain new strengths. She clenched the piece of paper really tightly, and focused. Channeled her Metahuman energy and...
... her hand turned white as paper and her jaw dropped as she stared at it with large eyes of optimism. She could make the paper fly... she then realized that she had learned enough of Lihua's ability to switch powers. It was amazing, she took weeks just to master enough of electrokinesis to change it. How....
Limits are meant to be broken, after all.
She looked up at the sky, and turned into a cloud of paper and flew upwards to Rowan's level.
It took him a moment, but eventually the scrawny kid was beside her, still in awe at the sight before them; above the trees, they could easily make out the academy and dorm buildings nearby, but further out was something that Rowan had never truly seen before, the silhouette of Baybridge in the distance.
Wendy went up a little higher than Rowan before she reformed, then she became weightless and floated lazily down like a piece of paper. Gently swaying left to right as she listened to Rowan.
Somehow, he couldn't help but remark, "Cindy's probably gonna be pissed if she saw me doing this."
Then he cracked a wry grin. "Good thing she won't know."
"Yeah... she isn't omniscient...." Wendy said, taking the statement a bit more seriously as she fell down a bit lower than Rowan. Out of irritation, Wendy turned into paper again and flew upwards, and when she reformed, she was, once again, light as paper. "It's beautiful up here, y'know?"
She stared off at the bridge.
"... I think it's time to go find Diana, yeah?"
"You got another plan for that?" Rowan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I do..." Wendy said as she whipped out her phone, and typed in a text for her mystery contact.
Okay, I am ready.
It was only a few moments before she got a response.
You better be, because things are about to get really crazy... Head to Hazelwood Dr in Roseview, and go off the trail at the stop sign, and into the woods until you reach a warehouse. It's merely a hideout for members of the Intimidation Unit from other cities to lay low for awhile, and currently it's empty. Poke around in there until you find a computer with all other possible Family Base locations. Good luck.
Wendy nodded her head. "Okay... we're heading to Hazelwood... mind if we turn this into a race, Rowan?" Wendy asked.
"That a challenge?" Rowan asked, the corner of his mouth betraying his concealed interest.
"Well... it'll be a challenge for you." Wendy grinned wryly as she floated upwards.
@Fallenreaper I don't know why but the art that you just posted reminded me of this
I'm just picturing a bunch of Quarian kids exploring the vast wilderness of Rannoch and climbing the rocks whilst the aforementioned Juggernaut is just like "INFANT CREATORS, THIS COURSE OF ACTION IS NOT RECOMMENDED, THIS ROCK FORMATION WILL NOT SUPPORT THIS UNIT'S WEIGHT."
@Fallenreaper are we continuing the collab any time soon?
The gayest ending ever for an epically convoluted RP on this site with @Mr Allen J and @Zombiedude101. \( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)/
Thanks, you weaboo son of a bitch.
On another note I was just digging up some old screens from a Multi Theft Auto RP Community I used to be a part of for a slavic character named Iosif, who was a member of a syndicate of arabs and eastern europeans.
Was good, especially when we found some weirdo cannibal killers in the woods and buried them for it: imgur.com/a/utKow
Time passed slow, back on the Borealis; Iosif had found it to be quite peaceful, yet at the same time there was something strange... it was one thing to be sitting within the tight, confined spaces of a shuttle or a gunship that he knew every inch of, but a whole different matter in a ship of this size, on some frontier world with no civilization for light years in all directions.
Well, unless you counted the presence of pirates and slavers to be "civilization". Iosif hadn't forgotten that last fact and had made a point of keeping an eye on the ship's external cameras, just in case some of the aforementioned scumbags stumbled upon the ship and decided to try and take a peak inside. Otherwise, he had little else to do beyond keeping minimal power levels to ensure its concealment, which gave him plenty of time to start fishing through the navigation data he'd obtained from the quarian, back on Omega.
That is, until he picked up on a couple of familiar faces returning home and went down to meet them.
"Knock knock, any wanker home?" Tanya called out into the hold as they entered, holding Vellios' arm over her shoulders as she helped him walk the distance. If he was hurting before heading back to the Borealis, he was probably ready to collapse after the hard jungle hike. Finding him her painter stool to sit on, Tanya found Iosif waiting for them at the shuttle, apparently rearing to go. "So, our feisty turian friend needs his medicine. Keep an eye on him and keep him from moving around too much, will you? I'm pretty sure he'd still insist on going it alone even if he were missing both his arms and legs." she said, rolling her eyes before stepping back to address Vellios. "What am I looking for, exactly? I don't want to mix up your life saving shit with estrogen pills or whatever."
Vellios was in terrible shape. He thought the trek to the observation point was bad but going back was worse and it took a lot to convience Tanya he wasn't just copping a feel. His arm reached to cup where the pain was harsh enough he could barely breath then pressed in, relieving some pressure from his thin frame. He leaned back when his ass touched the seat as he leaned to the side, easing his pain before he perked up at what Tanya said.
His head turned toward her. "In my quarters, there's a suitcase with a lock. Pressed 15-24-01-31. When it hisses open, you should spy a case under a small and slightly beaten up model starship, and a few quarian toy soldiers. It's pure black with a red strip down the length of it. It's not hard to miss, hun."
"That why you brought him back?" Iosif asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I forgot my trailmix and I was feeling peckish." Tanya replied drly.
The slavic pilot snorted at the remark. "I trust the others haven't forgotten theirs?"
"Not to break up your flirting, but please hurry." Vellios insisted as he let the cool of the metal press against his carapace.
Tanya was taken aback by how forthcoming Vellios' was with giving access to his personal belongings, he was one of the most secretive people she knew. While she understood he was in agony, nothing drove home the point that he was in dire need of his medication more than that. "I'll be back as fast as possible, I promise.", she said softly, turning to run up the ladder and to the crew quarters, leaving Vellios and Iosif in each other's company.
Iosif folded his arms and looked on at the turian with a quizical expression. "Personal supply?" There was something familiar that struck him about Vellios' condition.
"Long story that would require a lot of personal story to explain." Vellios admitted, his body starting to shake. His eyes closed as he inhaled, trying to stop his body from crumbling from the withdrawl. He regretted not taking a larger dose earlier before they left as he leaned against the metal harder.
Iosif shrugged, then frowned as he picked up on the turian's shaking. "Your business, I guess. Hold up a second." He glanced over his shoulder, back towards the shuttle and headed over to it for a moment, digging through the open cockpit for something before finally returning with an open canteen, which he held close to Vellios' mouth. "Drink."
Vellios didn't argue and instead, sipped whatever was offered to him. His head tilted back while he coughed from drinking a bit too fast. The turian smirked in gratitude back while he tried to stop the shaking, his muscles twitching uncontrollably causing him some concern.
Within a few short minutes, which must have been agonizingly long for Vellios, Tanya was back with the container in hand. With well-practiced agility, she threw herself on the otherside of the ladder, smalls of her boots and hand on the outer rim of the ladder as she slid down with a squeak. Touching the deck of the cargo bay, she hurried over to Vellios, taking a knee. "Direct me." she stated.
"Inside is several vials filled with it and an injector," Vellios said though gritting his teeth. The substance was a common street drug called Zofloxi, one both Tanya and Iosif should be able to recogonize right off the bat because it was pale green and gave off a slight illumination within three glass vials. It numbed pain and commonly used as calming agent, at the cost of being addictive. There was a gun like device strapped to the inside, nestled beside the vials.
The turian continued in a breathless voice, his figure's temors getting worse by the moment. "Push the first vial into the back, there's a little opening for it then press it to my arm and pull the trigger. Hold it there until the liquid is half way gone then place it back into the case. It will take a few moments to fully take effect."
Tanya followed the directions, pausing only for a moment to take in what exactly Vellios was taking. It sure as shit wasn't medication; Vellios was an addict. Still, she didn't dwell on it, long ago accepting that her team would have more than a few sketchy details about them, and drug use was hardly as bad as she feared. Handling the vial with care, Tanya loaded the injector, pressed it against what looked like a soft spot between carapace plates, and injected it half way, removing the device and setting it down into its case. She shook her head. "How long, and why?" she asked.
"Well, after what I told you... I'm surprised you would ask that." Vellios let a bitter chuckle escape his mandibles, then continued. His tremors starting to cease, the sweat still clinging to his carapace and making him slightly cold.
"I've had nightmares since I was ten thanks to that pirate ship. I wasn't the only that hated the Haides, but I was one of the luckier ones to come out still sane. I had to learn to deal with it, even when my counselor disapproved of it."
"I tried to get off them when my children were born with some success... then after they were murdered, I naturally went downhill and gave up. His talons scratched at his neck, digging at his scars. "I've been slowly trying to get off them again when I met Serena, she's not a fan of me being on them. However, being hurt isn't something I want to tolerate right now. So it's primarily to numb the pain."
It explained a few things; why the turian had seemed as careless as he did, getting into that fight back on Omega, why he'd come across with a lack of concern for self-preservation. Iosif saw something in Vellios. Pity, maybe? He'd almost been down that road before, with only a certain hatred, stubbornness and spite keeping him from fully passing the threshhold that led to alcoholism and substance abuse. Only the turian had arguably been broken far more than him. Iosif's childhood memories were bitter, but they were far from nightmarish.. and losing children?
Iosif had never been a father, but he recognised the pain of it all too well. Even an addict deserved some measure of sympathy.
"It's difficult to understand," Iosif finally said, "Not unless you've been under those circumstances."
"The understatement of the year really." Vellios tried to joke, feebly, as he looked at Tanya's moving figure.
Tanya slumped down into a sitting position, resting her wrists on her knees. "You misunderstand. I know why you're using a mind-altering and body numbing substance to cope, hell, I pound back enough whiskey to keep Sampson Distillery in business on my own, but it's more..." she didn't really have the words to say it tactfully, so she simply gestured towards the case.
Vellios' brow raised, indicating he didn't fully understand. It wasn't a surprise as Turians, even himself, were far more straighter in their meaning when it came to a few subjects. His mind was lost at what she was meaning and thought he just answered her, but she didn't hear. However, he didn't unterrupt her while he let the drugs seep into his system and numb his pain.
"That shit. Steet drugs are not what you want in your system. You get an impure dose, or something that was cut with some other shit, and it could really fuck you up." her eyes darted to Iosif before returning back to Vellios. She was distinctly uncomfortable with the conversation at hand, and did not want to be having this conversation, dragging up people's skeletons like this.
"I'm not too worried. I'm not looking to die, but it if it happens... I won't exactly stop it." Vellios stated clearly, trying to brush off the statement casually.
"Look, all I'm trying to say is, well... I've lost enough friends. We've all been through shit, Vellios, I get it, Iosif gets it. He was a fucking slave. I watched a young girl get gutted by a batarian and I was helpless to do anything about it, and shortly after had my best friend's brains blown across my face. That's not exactly something you sleep off. I feel like an asshole for even talking about this, and I hate throwing shit when I can barely take my own, but this ship and the idiots that live on it are all I have, alright? We'll find something that can help you, but... let's fucking stop with this crap."
Vellios sighed, feeling a bit like shit for causing the issue. "It's not as easy as it-"
Tip tapping suddenly erupted and interrupted him, the sounds of something scurrying within the copit with the three of them. Vellios' eyes looked at Tanya with confusing as he mouthed a few words: "Did you hear that?" It was close. Suddenly, it darted from just under Iosif's seat then scrambled across the floor deeper into the ship and was gone into the darkness, running over the pilot's feet in the process. Whatever it was, the thing was fast.
"I heard somethin-.. cyka!" Iosif's hand quickly snapped for his holstered pistol as he jolted forward, caught off guard by the creature's sudden presence.. "Where'd it go?" He asked, with a certain urgency in his tone, stepping forth with his weapon at the ready. "Quick, before we lose it!"
@Dervish, @Zombiedude101: Who posts? I'm aiming to get the CS for the monsters up shortly btw. There's about 10 of them, all male save for 4 which are female and a bit different than the males which will be explained in the CS. They are currently inside the Ship and will be eating a bit of... stuff as we try to play exterminator.
Written in collaboration with @Zombiedude101 New Raygate, Prince Edfield.
There was a desperate push for the exit.
Wendy was leading the great escape towards the exit, and having little idea where in the hell that is. She was honestly just running, hoping for a way out of here - and hoping the group could outrun the terrorists. Wendy looked up, and saw a sign that said "LOBBY" and where's there's a lobby, there's an exit!
She took a sharp right and started running dead ahead... and she realized her mistake when she remembered that the lobby is most likely where they'll be focused. But - oddly enough - there wasn't a single person in the lobby. Wendy raised an eyebrow at the sheer convenience of it - the base was going into high alert and nobody was guarding the front door - but had no choice but to continue.
"Step aside," Jessica said as she broke out into an all-out sprint, and rammed the front doors of the building with so much strength that they broke open. She stepped back in with a cocksure grin, and tilted her hat at them. "C'mon, c'mon!" Jess said.
Wendy, Rowan and the rest of the escapees ran through the doors pursued by the Intimidation Unit.... except for Kai. Who stood in the doorway fearlessly. Her body had transformed into a clear ice that exposed her organs, and then it got real cold. The men opened fire, but Kiri created a massive layer of ice that quickly engulfed her and filled the opening. The ice spread from herself to the ground and ceiling (to the point where Undertakers were tripping over it).
The Undertakers were slamming the wall with bullets, before Kai merely detached herself from the wall, and took careful steps away towards Wendy's group.
Now that they were outside, all the escapees separated and pretty much adopted a "every man for themselves" mentality as the Undertakers were trying their best to capture them. At best, they were a distraction for Wendy's group, but it soon became apparent that there were others on their tail as a few other guards spilled out from the garage where they'd made entry earlier on.
Up ahead as they reached the exit of the compound was a sliding gate, still locked, with access to the control booth locked down tight. A few of the other escapees were already trying to break in, but Rowan simply reached out, tightened his palms and spread his arms as though he were tearing a piece of paper in half; only that piece of paper were the metal links of the fence, leaving a huge gaping space for people to spill through. "C'mon!" He shouted to the others, unwilling to push on ahead without them.
Wendy was the first to run on through, followed by Kiri, then Jessica and Rowan finally coming last. With the whole situation gone to shit, there wasn't much they could do for the other escapees other than hope for the best.
They hauled ass out of there.
Veronica Emily Davis, Makoto Koda, and....
New Raygate, Prince Edfield.
"... Well, damn it." Makoto said as the lights faded away.
Veronica slammed her foot onto the ground repeatedly out of sheer anger. They were humiliated by some random ass loser, and outsmarted by a tiny dyke. Nothing could quell Veronica's rage right now.
Makoto laughed a little bit, "Don't get so bent up over this, Ronica. Everyone has a bad day every now and then."
"But, we were given a job, Makoto," Veronica seethed. "You know what'll happen when we can't do that job...?"
Makoto rolled her eyes.
"... The Black Hound will kill us." Veronica finished.
"That's what I find so cute about you, Veronica..." Makoto said as she shook her head with a smile that flashed her white teeth. "... You're so dramatic. It's what makes you interesting..."
Makoto laughed, that made Veronica tempted to shove a knife in her throat.
"... Other than those big ol' tits of yours." Makoto teased as she walked by Veronica, that made Veronica lose it and flick a knife at Makoto. It pressed against Makoto's throat, and the Japanese woman merely raised an eyebrow.
"Come now, Ronica..." Makoto said, unworried as she teleported right behind Veronica. "...You know you like me." She said as she walked towards the compound.
"Be-sides," Makoto said as she looked over her shoulder, spinning her chain around. "You know that taking your anger out on me won't solve anything, so just relax.... I can definitely help you."
Makoto's right... she let her failures blind her. When she should be worrying about the success... and the inevitable fall of the Founding Family. She'll let those cockroaches go for now. She followed Makoto back inside the garage, and the first sight they were greeted with was the last one Veronica wanted to deal with. Going off of how everyone was bowing down to him.
Ezekiel.
Veronica rolled her eyes up into her head as she gazed upon his massive frame, crossing his arms.
"... Not only do we lose every candidate we have gathered here," Ezekiel said, his voice was stern, and disappeared. "But, you let some commoners sneak in, and catch you off guard. Some security you turned out to be."
He rolled his eyes. "Who was it? The Philosophers? The Coven?"
But, Veronica merely stood her ground, she put her hand on her hip. "We're assassins, Ezekiel." She looked at her nails. "We don't handle the security around here..."
Ezekiel grit his teeth at this whore's insolence. "... You're whatever the hell we say you are!" He said as he shot a wave of electricity in all directions. Veronica and Makoto loudly yelled in pain as they hit the ground, and so did the rest of the Intimidation Unit. While Veronica was recovering, Ezekiel stood over top of her, and grabbed her by the collar.
"Don't forget you wouldn't be nowhere if it wasn't for us," Ezekiel said, grabbing onto her collar. "We gave you the opportunity to be great, and this is how you repay us?"
Veronica was tempted to spit in his face if she wouldn't get electrocuted again.
"Now, refer to me properly." Ezekiel ordered.
Veronica was going to savor the moment she kills him, and destroys everything they know and love.
"... Lord Ezekiel."
"Good." Ezekiel let go of Veronica and stood straight up. "I want an immediate evacuation of this facility, we are going to torch this base, and nothing valuable better be inside when it goes up in flames."
"... Lord Ezekiel!" Ezekiel's secretary said as she sprinted inside the room. She knelt over, and said,
"... The intruders were in your quarters."
"What?!" Ezekiel shouted as he immediately turned around and ran down the hallway. Makoto and Veronica glanced at each other, and ran down after him.
Ezekiel had kicked the doors of his quarters, and ran over to the library as his secretary, Makoto, and Veronica came charging in the room behind him. Ezekiel barely even paid them attention as he quickly shuffled through his library. "No, no, no!" Ezekiel said as his hands grazed over the empty space where his books should be. "My notes...." Ezekiel said.
"... WHERE ARE MY NOTES?!"
You see, Ezekiel had hidden his notes, and other sentimental items, hidden inside his bookshelf. His strategy was to hide it in plain sight, as he didn't fully trust the rest of the Blessed Three. How did they know where his notes were?
"Who..." Ezekiel tightly clenched his fists, they were arcing with electricity. He was shaking, his teeth was chattering as he resisted releasing all of that anger inside of him. "... Who was it?! Was it the Philosophers! Don't tell me it was the Verschlinger's bastards!"
"We do not know sir," Ezekiel's secretary bowed down as she apologize.
"Ugh! Useless! All of you!" Ezekiel shouted as the electricity got even more intense, to the point where Makoto and Veronica simply left the room before they got infused with another painful jolt of electricity.
Ezekiel walked over to his dresser, and pulled out a device.
"Thankfully! I have my notes bugged with a tracer!"
Ezekiel was pointed in a specific direction, and he marched after it.
"My lord Ezekiel!" The secretary said as she ran alongside Ezekiel. "Where are you going?!"
"Since my employees have suddenly become useless, I'm getting back my notes one way or another." Ezekiel said as he pushed his secretary aside.
"Wait, Lord Ezekiel!" The Secretary said. "Don't! I'll arrange for the Black Hound, or Veroni-"
"Enough!" Ezekiel discharged electricity towards the secretary and knocked her unconscious as the electricity made her tremble. He marched on like nothing happened until he made it through the front doors of his building.
Electricity was sparking off him as he marched on towards the bastards who stole his notes.
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Wendy Emily Lucker & Rowan Campbell.
Written in collaboration with @Zombiedude101 Courtbridge, Prince Edfield.
The girl had ran all the way to Courtbridge (which wasn't that far away, actually). Finally regrouping in an alleyway.
"Woooo..." Jessica loudly groaned as she had her hands on her knees. "... That was... something else. Honestly. Nice jailbreak, sweetheart."
"Still wonderin' how you pulled it off?" Jessica said.
Then she wondered if she should tell Jess of her accomplice. "... I tracked Diana's phone here."
Having absolutely no idea how phones work, Jessica just shrugged.
"So.... that's how you knew... right?"
Rowan was still at the side of them, out of breath. His ribs were aching worse than before and his throat was burning a little, exacerbated from the all the running against the doctor's earlier advice. But it was worth it - he'd saved Wendy's friends. Just not her sister.
"Right."
"What now?" Kai chimed in, putting her hands in her pockets.
"First, we contact RAVEN, DOVE, and whoever the hell else and tell them everything that happened." Wendy raised a finger. "Then I'm going to find Diana regardless of how many bases I have to knock over."
Jessica grinned. "I'm with ya'," She laughed despite all the stress. "Think we oughta' get a move on... I was never a fan of big city alleyways." She tilted her hat.
"Yeah, before they catch up," Wendy spoke, before she began walking over towards the street, with the intent of walking her ass out of here. "Let's go somewhere with a lot of witnesses... I think the Orchestra Mall isn't that far awa-"
When Wendy turned the corner, she caught eye of a very tall, blond, man wearing one of the fanciest suits she has ever seen. He stood in her way, with his hands in his pockets. He gave them a stern look that just told Wendy "trouble." He pointed at Wendy.
"... You four?" Ezekiel raised an eyebrow. "Are you all the Verschlinger's lapdogs?" He asked. Before his face contorted into subtle rage. His arms had arcs of electricity bouncing off them, and he took a step forward.
Then Wendy took a step backwards, terrified. "... I don't know who that is!" She said, honest to God.
Ezekiel hung his head for a moment and laughed. "... Very well then." He raised his head with a slasher smile that made Wendy double-take. Now even more electricity began to aura off the gigantic man.
In a sudden movement, Ezekiel pulled his hands out of his pockets, and clawed his fingers as he swiped them across the air. A parking meter was ripped out of the ground, and sent flying towards the center of the group, only it halted mere inches away, crumpling like a train crashing into a mountain as Rowan exclaimed and raised his arms to shield them, palms shaking.
Wendy screamed, before she stopped when she realized Rowan was helping them.
"Huh?" Ezekiel said, raising an eyebrow. "So, you're a metal manipulator? A magnetic-type?"
The scrawny teen didn't answer or even acknowledge the question, instead dropping the meter to the side and staring at him with a mixture of fear and uncertainty racing through his mind.
"Silent type, eh? No matter..." Ezekiel said as the electricity around his hands intensified. "... I'll make you scream!" He pointed both hands at them and fired a bolt of electricity, laughing like a madman.
Wendy thought fast and put both hands out and absorbed as much of the electricity as she could. She was shaking because she never absorbed this much at one time before, she was almost brought to her knees but she remained strong.
Kai turned into ice, and fortunately, ice doesn't conduct electricity (but she certainly melted a little). However, Jessica was electrocuted, and fell down to the ground.
Ezekiel didn't let up on his offensive, began floating in the air, and put his shoulder forward, and the electricity surrounded him as he launched himself forward like a cannon... straight for Rowan.
There was barely any time for him to get out of the way, yet as Ezekiel reached within a few meters' proximity of Rowan, a sudden crack could be heard as the man's electrical charge recoiled off the scrawny teenager's own electromagnetic field. Rowan tripped in the midst of the chaotic glow and hit the ground with a thud, yelping with pain as he felt his already bruised ribs being smashed against the asphalt.
"Annoying." Ezekiel said as his attack got utterly deflected. So he knows that the boy and the girl has electromagetic abilities. He could sense it. Which makes them his priority. Ezekiel raised his foot up into the air over Rowan, and prepared to stomp on him, but...
Wendy had stepped in and had used electricity to propel a can at Ezekiel's face. The rusty can had scraped his face enough to draw blood, and he grazed his hand over his face. "You insolent whore!" Ezekiel shouted as he turned his attention to Wendy and charged her with immense speed, his shoulder smashed against her chest at high-force and made the girl fall backwards and shout in pain as she hit the ground.
"Wendy!" Jessica shouted as she reached out to Wendy.
"Leave her alone!" Another voice, Rowan's called out, seconds before a can of aerosol paint was sent flying towards Ezekiel's direction.
It was a simple exertion of his ability to stop it dead in it's tracks. Ezekiel took a step back as Jessica threw a haymaker at him, and he put his hand out and electrocuted her to the point where she fell down again.
Ezekiel spoke as he reached into his suit and pulled out a pocketwatch. "I was holding back.... up until now that is..." He wiped the blood off his cheek..
Electricity surrounded every ferromagnetic object in the vicinity. From cars, to random trash cans. Then they began to float up in the air - every car in the street included - like they were weightless.
Wendy shivered in fear as the vehicles began to float. Even from here, she could feel his power and oh God it was immense. She had to think fast... and realized that nothing metal or electricity would bother this man. A hand reached into her satchel, and touched a piece of paper, which traveled up her arm and turned the rest of it into a white paper.
"... You see, you never had a chance to begin with," Ezekiel said as he adjusted his suit collar slightly. "... Because you were never on my level."
He flicked his finger - but Wendy had created a paper airplane made out of paper she had compacted together and sent it right for his eyeball. Ezekiel's strength was focused on holding the the cars up that he didn't have any time to react.
The paper airplane hit him dead center in his iris with surprising accuracy, and utterly embedded itself in his eye. Ezekiel let out a loud cry of pain as he grasped his eye and thrashed around. All the metal he was manipulating fell to the ground in a cacophony of chaos. Car alarms were set off, and it was a nonstop barrage of metal hitting concrete.
Wendy had to sigh... That was one hell of a gambit, but he left himself open there. But, there was one thing that came to mind,
"... Run!" Wendy said as he hopped up to her feet and ran like hell away from Ezekiel, whilst Rowan and the others soon followed suit,
If they weren't on his level, then why bother?
By the time Ezekiel had recovered, they were gone... but, he wasn't going to give up despite all this pain he was experiencing. He wasn't going to let a child get the best of him here of all places.
He took his hand off his bleeding eye after ripping the paper airplane out. He began marching after the four.
Wendy and her gang were hauling ass away from Ezekiel, praying to God that they could break the line of sight. Where's RAVEN? Where's the police? They can't defend Courtbridge on this Tuesday night? Wendy kept running, but then she looked behind her and... Oh God....
It was Ezekiel pacing after them, covered in an electrical aura that made people haul ass away from him.
That was just motivation for Wendy to pick up the pace. The group ran across the street right as it was turning red, and prayed that it would slow the bastard down. It didn't. Not one bit. He merely walked out in the middle of the street like there was no threat.
A car was about to crash right into Ezekiel, the driver slammed on the horn - but with a swipe of his hand, Ezekiel sent the car careening towards the group. It crashed into the building right in front of them, going through the concrete, and killing the driver on impact.
Wendy and her group had to stop or else they would have gotten killed. Okay... if he was able to redirect a speeding vehicle like that, then he has to be a real heavy hitter. There was no way Wendy could take him on directly, he was simply too powerful. But, at the same time, he's relentlessly pursuing them to the point where they have little options. They have to come up with something.
Every man has his limits.
Ezekiel bled just like the rest of them, that's why he freaked out so much when Wendy stabbed him in the eye, and when she scraped his cheek with a can. That means they can catch him.
"Guys," Wendy said as she watched Ezekiel approach them. "I have an idea..."
He was getting closer. There was something else off here, but Wendy couldn't tell why he wasn't hitting them from this distance. She would have to take advantage of it.
"There's a park around here - I'd know because I took pictures of every angle of this place - but that isn't important right now," Wendy said. "Let's all split up, and regroup at the park, luring him there." She then pointed in the direction of it.
She prayed to God that she could make this work.
Rowan looked ready to argue with her logic, but with the man on their tails there wasn't any time to complain. "Okay, just make sure you get there."
And like that, they dispersed.
When they all split up, save for Wendy, Ezekiel was quick to look at his tracker... She has it. Which makes this easier. Just kill her, take his notes back, and then head back to the Founding Family's headquarters. Ezekiel would have to be careful, if he gets carried away, then he'll damage his notes. He put the tracker back into his suit pocket and cracked his knuckles.
Wendy was trying to see what he'll do next.
Ezekiel broke off into short choppy steps before taking long steps. He began to float up into the air and tried to charge Wendy with his shoulder again. Wendy was prepared this time, and she turned into paper, and scattered herself as far as she could.
"Huh?" Ezekiel looked around, he pointed his fist at a mass of the paper scraps, getting ready to fire a bolt of lightning... "Wait!" The electricity dispersed right as he realized he may destroy his notes. He would just have to follow them....
... They all went in separate directions.
Right when Ezekiel looked down at his tracker... and the signal was dead. He crushed it in his hand in irritation, before he charged after the nearest scrap.
That girl will have to reform eventually....
Rowan didn't stop running until he felt himself forced to catch his breath once again. His chest was pounding so hard that he could feel as though his head were pulsating in rhythm, his aching ribs burning as he stopped to lean against a park bench, if only for a second.
That man could do the same things that he could've and more. Being overshadowed and overwhelmed like that was a mind screw, a terrifying one at that - it left him feeling in a way that he hadn't felt since his childhood days, dealing with the old man standing over him.
Despite it all, he was still worried about Wendy - that asshole had gone after her. Even though he'd knocked him down, Rowan was stubborn enough to just keep picking himself back up, no matter what. He wasn't the old man. Nobody would make him afraid like that, never again.
Especially not with a friend like her at stake. He could only hope they'd meet up soon, in one piece.
Sucking down another breath of air, Rowan shrugged off the ache as best as he could, before continuing down the path towards the park, when all of a sudden he felt a strange, metallic tingling sensation that seemed to tug at him from a particular direction.
Wendy? He thought, before setting off to find out.
Flying through the air until she had to catch her breath, Wendy reformed right in the park. In a pathway. She didn't know where he was, but she knew he was going after her specifically. Perhaps she can lead him away, or... No, Wendy, have to stick with the plan. Wendy had to remind herself. "The Plan" being drag out this confrontation long enough for this maniac to leave them alone.
"... Found you!" Ezekiel charged in shoulder first, before swinging his arm around in a wide "hook" motion. Wendy turned into paper and dove off to the side, and made Ezekiel whip around and direct his fist at her, and fired a stream of electricity.
Wendy had put her hand out, and immediately absorbed the electricity to activate her electrokinesis... but, Ezekiel wasn't letting up for a second. Wendy had no choice but to continuously absorb the energy.
Oh God, I'm going to ash at this rate... Rowan, Jess, somebody... help!
Wendy silently called out.
Jessica and Kiri were holding hands as they were hauling ass to the park. The bastard wasn't on them... which gave them a little bit of breathing room. Jessica put her hands on her knees, and started panting. "Jesus, Kiri," Jessica said before huffs. "When Diana suggested we head up to Washington, I never expected any of this."
"Strange things happen." Kiri was quick to reply.
"Yeah, but..." Jessica then stood straight up and scratched the back of her neck. "... Nevermind. What we gotta worry about is getting Diana back from the Hound."
They heard a cracking of electricity.
"Wait... is that?" Jessica said, before breaking out into a sprint. "C'mon, Kiri!"
Can't take it...
Wendy thought to herself as she was being loaded with so much energy that she couldn't possibly take much more. Was this man a living powerplant? She never encountered such a powerful Metahuman before... Electricity began to pour out of Wendy, dancing across her skin. She risked ashing if she absorbed anymore, so she had to quickly discharge it.
In a desperate attempt, Wendy pointed her hand at Ezekiel, and fired a bolt of lightning at him. Which forced him to go from overloading her with electricity, to absorbing it right back. Before he absorbed all of it effortlessly.
"... I'm surprised," Ezekiel crossed his arms. "You have so many powers... Paper, and electricity. You have to be a replicator."
As he made his evaluation, the man remained unaware as from behind him came a broken tree branch clumsily swung towards him.
Ezekiel was caught off guard by the branch slamming into his back. He groaned and turned his head around towards Rowan. Of course... the rats come to defend each other. Ezekiel thought to himself. But no matter.
He whipped around with his elbow coated in electricity, driving it into the teen's face, roughly knocking him down as the electricity arced in a sphere around the two of them.
Ezekiel ignored him for now and focused on Wendy - who had already launched her counter-attack, sending a barrage of batteries flying right for Ezekiel's face. It was elementary, because all he had to do was wave his hands across and his superior control overpowered hers - and the batteries came to a stop.
Each of the batteries were crushed and dropped to the ground oozing battery acid.
Before Ezekiel could kill Wendy, spray of ice came from behind and hit Ezekiel in the back. He let out a hoarse cry as his back was frozen, and began shivering as he fell down to his hands and knees.
"Everyone, hit him at once!" Wendy shouted, before she grabbed a piece of paper and switched back to her paper manipulation. She condensed paper together to form thick paper airplanes that were as threatening as a pocket-knife.
Meanwhile, Jessica had grabbed a rock, and threw it at Ezekiel powered by her strength. Which was enough to pierce through a car door. Well, if this bastard's slingin' lightning, then Jessica has no reason to hold back.
While on the ground, Ezekiel was loudly growling, growing more and more intense, until Ezekiel let out a loud yell. Which was drowned out by the thunderous crash of electricity as he shot a massive bolt of lightning up into the sky. The blinding light was too intense that it would cause eye damage if you stared into it for too long.
When the light faded, Ezekiel was loudly panting... his shirt was burnt off by the electricity, and he had many burns on his upper body. His pants were perfectly in tack... but, now, he was getting pissed off.
He was channeling his electromagnetism deep underground. The ground was violently shaking as the earth split. The lamp posts around the area were torn out of the ground, as the ground finally gave up and the pipes and deep plumbing were ripped out of the ground.
"Leave us alone!" Rowan's voice yelled from behind and at that, Ezekiel could feel the metal being pulled from his grasp, as the scrawny teenager made a desperate attempt to exert his own will against it.
Electrical energy arced and crackled as it formed into an electromagnetic tug-of-war between the two metahumans.
"... And the only way to get Ezekiel to calm down is to get his notes back."
The Foundation Woman spoke to Makoto and Veronica on the comms as the two ran down the street. Following the trail of destruction that Ezekiel had left.There were sirens everywhere... so they were following the trail of destruction. Veronica didn't want to be the one that retrieves Ezekiel during his hissy fit, but she seems to be the only one that could.
"Copy that." Veronica said rolling her eyes.
"At this rate, even if they don't connect the Family to him, Ezekiel will be branded a nation-wide criminal for going on a rampage through downtown." The Foundation Woman said. "I don't care about the brats he's going after..." She trailed off for dramatic effect. "... Just get him back into a base before he digs us a hole we can't get out of."
"Yeah, yeah," Veronica said. "I'll carve 'em up if they get in my-"
They were stopped by the giant bolt of lightning piercing the sky. They both stopped, and stared at it in awe for a moment.
"... I get the feeling he's there." Makoto said as she started running towards him.
Ezekiel was exerting his electromagnetic will on the metals he was pulling out of the ground. The boy was strong, he'd give him that, but Ezekiel was Blessed with such amazing abilities that would make even armies tremble. He could hear one of the girls running up from behind him, and Ezekiel laughed.
"... I am a God!" Ezekiel loudly shouted before he yanked the metal out of Rowan's control. and sent a lamppost swinging behind him. Jessica was trying to sneak in a hit, one hit, that would end this damn fight once and for all, but the lamppost was so damn sudden that it caught her off guard. It hit her square in the ribs, and sent her flying into a tree so hard that she went through it.
Jessica began coughing blood.
"... Okay, got a lung collasped there." Jessica hoarsely said as she tried to force herself to her feet, but to no avail. Kiri tried shooting another blast of freezing mist at the man, but all she got in return was a painful bolt of lightning. She let out a scream of pain as she shook violently, falling face forward when her body couldn't take anymore.
"One by one, your friends fall!" Ezekiel said. "You're going to regret stealing my notes, you whore!"
"... Stealing?" Wendy said to herself.
He sent an utter barrage of objects at Wendy with no care that he would damage his notes. Pipes, lamp posts, and whatever the hell else he could get his hands on.
A gasp escaped Wendy's lips as she turned into paper and flew high off as she could. Reforming high up into the air, she used her ability to cancel her weight and flow like paper. She looked over her shoulder, and the pipes impaled the trees and dirt around. Causing so much damn destruction
When she turned around, Ezekiel was rushing her through the air, shoulder-first. It was a mixture of reflex and instinct that caused her to turn back into paper and regain her weight as she hit the ground. She looked back up, and saw Ezekiel floating down. She could see him grit his teeth.
Okay, her plan to drag this fight out until Ezekiel gets tired isn't working... He's just too damn powerful for them to last against. But then came Rowan, stubborn fool trying to come up from behind when the scrawny kid reached into his bag. As the man turned, ready to smack him down, the scrawny teen pulled out a can of aerosol paint and squeezed on the nozzle, aiming its projected contents at his face.
Ezekiel grabbed his face, and let out a loud yell as the contents sprayed his face... and he looked at his hands and they were covered in yellow paint. This... worthless... child.... sprayed him with paint.
Ezekiel couldn't help but break out in laughter.
Loud maniacal laughter.
It was disturbing to both Wendy and Rowan. While he was laughing, he was pulling out a small pipe that he had previously attempted to kill Wendy with out of the ground, and sent it flying at Rowan at speeds that were a blur,that nobody could've properly reacted to.
Instead, the scrawny kid had barely a second to mitigate the damage it could've done, but it came in all the same like a ton of bricks and speared him through the side, leaving him at Ezekiel's mercy.
"Rowan!" Wendy shouted as she put her hand out... wait. She was coming about this wrong the whole time. She pulled her satchel out as Ezekiel walked over to Rowan, and pulled out the books she took.
"Now..." Ezekiel said as he grabbed onto the pipe that was firmly embedded in Rowan, eliciting a pained yelp, and then turned back around to see Wendy pulling out the books she stole. He stared at Wendy with eagle eyes as he clenched his fist with rage. "My notes..." He pointed at the First Edition Copy of Lord of the Rings where he had hidden his notes. "... Give them to me!"
His eyes went wide with rage.
Wendy noticed his anger, and had to stay strong. "... No." Wendy quickly said, and held the LoTr book up high. "Don't hurt Rowan or I'll destroy this book! And don't underestimate me, I can restore books that have been ruined beyond belief... Imagine what I can do if I do the opposite...?"
Ezekiel raised his fist, which was shaking with rage, and crackling with electricity. "... You whore!" He seethed in between breaths, spitting out a cloud. "If you touch my notes..."
Then Ezekiel realized what was at stake here. This child is certainly a powerful one, and could definitely surprise him. And nothing he can do to these kids can bring it back. It was a matter of whether or not he could dispatch her without damaging the book, and without her destroying it at the first sign of hostility?
That was when the rage-prone Ezekiel used his head. He dispersed the electricity and took steps away from Rowan, towards Wendy, and put his hands in his pockets.
"Fine, child," Ezekiel said. "If you safely return my notes to me, I'll spare you and your friends' lives...." He gave her a look of sheer detest, but Wendy wasn't afraid.
"Fine." Wendy said.
"Just leave it on the ground, and walk away from it," Ezekiel calmly ordered, and Wendy complied. Leaving it on the ground, and Ezekiel walked up, grabbing it, and shifted through the notes to ensure everything was in order, and the contents weren't even touched. He scoffed.
"... Maybe next time, you shouldn't go taking what doesn't belong to you," Ezekiel said as he felt calm. He merely walked past Wendy, getting what he wanted. "I'll spare you this time, but if you dare cross me again...." He looked over his shoulder at Wendy. "... Make no mistake, I will kill you."
That's the second time I received such a threat today.... Wendy trailed off mentally as she kept her eyes on Ezekiel... but, while he was shifting through the pages, something fell out of the book. Like a photo. While she was worried about Ezekiel, she wanted to know what it was.
She quickly used her paper manipulation to will the photo over to herself, and quickly absorbed it into herself before Ezekiel turned his head.
Wendy quickly ran over to Rowan as he dropped to the ground, and realized the severity of his wounds. He was impaled. He was fuckin' impaled! "Shit, Rowan, I'll get you a medic!" Wendy said, before she looked up to see some flashlights.
It was the BPD, she could tell from the uniform and badges.
"... Do you kids need some help?"
After expressing his rage, Ezekiel had little reason to continue his rampage through Courtbridge. He casually scrolled out the front gates of the park, ignoring all the destruction. Because to him, getting his notes back was the only thing important to him. He would have questioned those kids about who they are... but, that's irrelevant to him - No, beneath him. He'll leave that to the Black Hound and his Intimidation Unit.
However... there was a little problem when he stepped out.
"Freeze!" The BPD had formed a line right outside the park, and aimed all manner of pistols and rifles at him like that was going to do something. Ezekiel looked to the left, then the right. Before he sighed.
"Get out of my way." Ezekiel said as he merely continued his march like it was nothing. "I'll slaughter the whole lot of you."
"I said freeze!" The BPD captain shouted again, and didn't get a single response from Ezekiel. "Open fire!"
The officers just let loose with pistols, shotguns, and assault rifles, a barrage of bullets that would kill anyone in mere seconds. However, the bullets came to a slow halt in the air before they even got close to Ezekiel.
"... Weak." Ezekiel rolled his eyes as he raised a finger in the air. That calmness was replaced with sheer lunacy as he swiped his hand downwards with the most maniacal smile, "... Get ready to die!"
The bullets were all launched back at the police officers at the same speed they were sent. A bloodbath followed as police officers were killed by the boatload, and their vehicles were filled with holes. Few officers were already taking cover... but at this point, they were just stalling for the fully equipped RAVEN to show up.
The few that weren't killed in the initial attack were swiftly wiped out when Ezekiel lifted up an armored truck, and sent it tumbling over the vehicles. Sending an organized police force into chaos as they desperately tried to get away from the rolling vehicle. Ezekiel stopped his rampage and continued marching-
"... Lord Ezekiel!" A familiar voice shouted in the distance as Ezekiel looked up to see Veronica and Makoto running up. Makoto in particular teleported right before the massive Ezekiel. Whom looked down on her.
"Did you retrieve your notes?" Makoto asked, smiling under the mask.
"No thanks to you." Ezekiel shoved her aside and kept marching, which made Makoto frown. She teleported back to him, and grabbed onto his arm, giving him a seductive look from under her ask.
"... My lord, Ezekiel," Makoto said with a smile. "You've gotten so angry today... don't you think it's time to relax?"
Ezekiel looked at her wordlessly.
"My, my, my, you know you have all your secretaries - and me - waiting for you in your quarters?" Makoto seductively said. "Come now, let's leave. There's nothing more for us here anyway."
Veronica floated over and pressed her earpiece.
"... Zenith."
And a portal opened behind her.
"... And Veronica can join us!" Makoto said as she lead Ezekiel into the portal.
"Wait, what-" Veronica tried to say before Makoto shoved her in.
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