Realistic or Modern True power: Vol.1 Rise of the Supers.

Viola heard two wheels roll over the creaky wooden floor. A second person confined to a wheelchair had rolled in, and now there were two people. Two people too many, both stopping her. Why had this mattered so much to them? This was why she preferred staying down under with her pretties. The girl had offered to come with them, and an idea briefly flashed in Viola's mind to feed her to the rats as well. However, there was something... off... about the girl. It was the same case with the person stuck on the wheelchair. The odd sense of boldness that allowed these certain people to approach her, it had to have been sourced from something. These people were blessed as well, she concluded, a smile creeping onto her lips.

Viola loosened her hand, and the boy ran inside the church. What could little old her do against two able-bodied people, given different, yet equally extraordinary gifts? "My apologies. I don't go out too often, so I was unaware of how to properly handle the situation. In the old days, parents would tell their children to stay close, or if they don't, meet at a set location."

Though her mouth salivated at the thought of tossing half the flesh on some flames, and her stomach swirled like hordes of mice at the prospect of the skeleton being picked clean, Viola knew better. She may have been insane, but she knew how to behave around the orderly. Just as she had in the mental asylum. Just as she had with her first husband. She looked at where she thought Jane's eyes were, then attempted to do the same for William, only to forget his seated posture, and looking about a foot over his head, and nodded.

Viola turned around once more, trying to recall which alleyway she was closest to. Dinner was ruined. Fine. There were still plenty of dumpsters to dig through. "I have lovely children of my own to attend to. Please excuse me, as I now must find another meal for us to chew."

"Fantastic! fallow me." Liz lead the way down 7th ave to the subway station. She paid Alice's fare as it would take too long to explain how to buy a pass. The took the subway to Queens, getting off at Sutpin Boulevard. It was a stark cry from the city center. Gray and gray and gray. There were very few people around and they did not look to be friendly or happy by any means. Liz stopped by a vet clinic and rang the front desk bell. The place was dilapidated and didn't seem to have seen any use in a long time. Dust covered everything and there was no sign or sound of any pets. It no longer served pet and barely served people. This was a chop shop for human parts and patch jobs for the ruling gang. It was also where Liz got her requests for assassinations from the gang and others looking for her services. She would go else where if she hadn't cut a deal with the proprietor of this facility He got some of her cash in exchange for medicines that weren't readily available. Those meds and food went to the Ruins and so for every life she took she kept others alive.
A tall fat Hispanic individual came out from the back room wiping his hands dry from having just washed them. "Liz." he didn't seem particularly happy surprised or glad to see her. " Just got the call from the morgue. I'll be right back with your payment." He turned back and rummaged a bit before pulling out a large cardboard box. "Food and meds. You have two grand left over."
Liz looked in the box to make sure that nothing was missing and that the medicine was real and not expired. "You trying to cheat me Gril!" she picked up a vial of cloudy fluid. "When did you last have a fridge? This is useless unless kept cool, or did you just fill it with sugar water hoping I wouldn't notice?" The large man shrugged "You don't like it kid?.." before he could finish what he was going to say Liz blinked in a cloud of black partials and appeared behind him where he got a hard knock to the head. "Do you have the stuff or not?" Liz had gone from happy to furious her eyes had a burning blue glow to them as she hovered over the thug. He laughed off the injury. "We are out. Don't know if we will get more." He pulled out an extra bundle of cash. "Here. Let me know if you ever want to get back in the pits." Liz ignored him and counted the cash he handed her. "The pits don't pay enough. Let me know if a request comes in." She gave him a kick for good measure, and picked up the package throwing the useless vial on the floor where it shattered.
Out side she addressed Alice. "Sorry about that. Grill can be an asshole some times, but he knows better than to pick a fight with me. Shall we continue? We have a few more blocks to go." Liz lifted the large box onto her head and balanced it. She lead the way once more coming to what had been Briarwood in Queens. Now it and most of the surrounding area was as its name suggested ruins. It looked like a fire had gone through at one point taking out most of the homes and spread into the main parts of queens before fizzling out. A large unman chain link fence cordoned off most of the neighborhood but it had been left and forgotten letting time weaken the metal. Liz lifted up the faded Sign warning of condemned buildings and first put the box through before going through herself. "This way. Not much further now." Past the first few rows of homes the sound of children playing started to echo through the alleys and then they came to a section where the broken buildings were tallest and a large patch of parking lot made up a make shift bazaar/open air living. Liz passed the crowd of people and went to a four floor brownstone apartment. "I'm Home!" She called as she opened the door. "They didn't have any insulin Mag, but I got everything else." A older black woman greeted them. "Too bad." she said. "Mik isn't doing to well." Liz gave her one of the rolls of cash. "Take him down town and get what you need." the woman was grateful but hesitant. Liz insisted. "Mag was a nurse and kinda our doctor around here." Liz explained to Alice. "It's hard to get the real thing out here so we all do what we can to help out. Mag this is Alice she is passing through and looking for a place to lay down for a bit. This way!" Liz took two cans of soup from the box and a loaf of bread. and raced up stairs. She was hungry and inpatient to eat. Up the stairs she came to a dead end and waited for Alice to catch up. "So you like magic tricks? Check this out." She grabbed the girl's hand and in a black haze the two were one moment in the hall the next in a studio apartment. There was no door, and only one small window. "This is just one of my hide outs. Make your self at home and I'll get lunch going. Afterwards I'll show you around."
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Jane Doe
Tags: StaidFoal Yahhah Reytian FearItself (Open)
Location: St. Maria Goretti Baptist Church, New York
A towering woman in a full trench coat seemingly several sizes too small, the tightness of the garment giving a clear indication to the physique below and the bare calves leading into heeled boots did little to downplay the height...Jane herself was often seen as tall in comparison though this individual had around half a foot atop of that. With a final look to Viola, she heads back behind to the seemingly lost woman, looking to William as well with an offer to push his wheelchair back into the warmth of the church to speak to new woman and doing so if he wished, she had come seeking talk and that was his role after all...she felt her words could not bring the peace needed.

For now, however, she heads to locate the child to take care of him and bring what comfort she could...still finding herself looking into his milky eyes as she helps him warm and prepares a small meal though it appeared the entire event had tired them out so rest came quickly after. The pastor may know the parents the child spoke of when he woke, that would resolve another issue and help them back to the comfort of home, but for now she tucks them into a makeshift cot in a side room and sits by his side until slumber fully takes them...finding herself still looking to him as her mind runs, sharing a look at her own hand as prior events and thoughts play to her mind. This life of helping those she could...it would soon slip away with the hunting of the templars being on her before long, and those around her at risk less she simply accept their judgment and drag her to their confinement...it would be fitting for someone like her, but she couldn't help anyone like that could she? rotting away wherever they would put her or being subjugated to their desires would offer no penance for her sin.

Turning to the child once more thought comes to her mind, there was more she could have done...but she concealed what the pain had given her...and limited the good she could do, preferring to hide less she brings down discomfort to those around her or draw the attention to the greater dangers of the world to them....but if she could no longer hide, then at least she could do what she could without such concerns. Placing her hand upon the child as she strokes his hair away as he sleeps gently before focusing, her warm palm strangely seeming to meld with his forehead for several moments as she seems to be looking for something before slowly standing up once more, the true nature of what she had just done would not be revealed until later when the child works and he would see for himself...she could at least leave this behind.

Quietly exiting through the door she gently closes the door and looks across to the pews the larger woman clearly visible though for now, she waits to speak to William after her to inform him of her decision...and at least admit her reasons, she had concealed her existence as a powered individual but he deserved to know at the least as she may not see him again after this.

Allec shook his head slowly as his headache slowly faded. The man took a deep breath, he noticed another woman appear, she was sort of hard to miss the giant that she was. He wondered what brought the giant around here but the curiosity wasn't enough to provoke him to stick around. Allec hated crowds, and this was becoming exactly that. "Have a good one" he mumbled at the group giving them a backwards wave while going off to look for somewhere else to lay low. It was getting harder and harder to find good spots to be a hermit these days, this damn city was getting too crowded. Allec made sure to go in an opposite direction of where the old lady had gone. "Maybe I should stop faking and go live in the woods or something, it'd probably be quieter" Allec mumbled to himself meandering down an alley.

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Djekil Solas
Location: Lower Manhattan

After dealing with the gang members, solas decide to go home his last action had put him in a pretty bad state, he was exposed to the explosion and now he looked like a mess, his left side entirely burned, his clothes weren't in a better state he didn't want to stand out so he grabbed those of the guys he just killed and after covering his body, he leave the building, get on his bike; it wasn't time to go home yet, he had something else to do, someone to meet before he start to act has he should have since the start. He had to meet his "father", the only one he ever had, the only one he wanted to have, the only one that did care about him; he was going to a church, to confess, to repent cause starting from now on; more blood would flow.

Alice
Location: Apartment complex
Alonthra

Alice nodded at Liz smiling away as she proceeded to follow her, down into a subway station. Alice watched Liz with curiosity as she bought two passes and then they both entered the train, taking it to a place called Queens. As they rode Alice looked around at the people in the train, obviously getting odd looks here and there. Her attire wasn't exactly the norm, but she was none the wiser. After some time has passed they both departed, getting off at a Sutpin Boulevard. Following Liz, Alice took note of the vast contrast of this new location to her previous one. Everything was soo.. dull and lifeless. Times Square was bright full of life and vibrant, this area was grey dull and somewhat creepy-ish.
Coming to a halt outside a building Alice waited outside when Liz entered. She began playing with her deck of cards, shuffling and sorting them, doing magic tricks here and there to pass the time. Eventually Liz came back with a rather large box, which she proceeded to balance on her head. Alice leaned her head to one side wondering who Grill was.. Oh and off they went again, Liz leading Alice like a puppy, on and on they walked until arriving to what must of been the "Ruins" Everything looked run down and partially destroyed, as if a fire had ravaged the area. Then they were walking through a crowd and then into a building before Liz met with another woman called Mag, who she called a nurse doctor, whatever that was.
Alice was finding everything slightly bombarding her mind with so many new things, and places she'd never been to before. She felt slightly dizzy, but kept on going up some stairs and then finally they must of been there by now. However Liz took Alice's hand, asking her if she liked magic. At this Alice grinned like a child would being offered ice cream. "Oh yes! I LOVE magic" Suddenly they were in a hallway before suddenly being in a room. Alice looked around slightly dazed and confused but Liz said it was magic..So she must of been like Alice. She smiled looking around the apartment. "This is home?"

Zane
Location: USF
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Zane watched as the thing suddenly flew backwards, must of been some form of shockwave from Soundwave.. He then watched disturbed as the thing before him seemed to melt down a mass of large pink worms suddenly appearing and zipping along the stage. Raising his hand and pointer finger he sent a very small and weak lightning bolt at one of the worms trying to hit it. He didn't want to kill it, more of a warning shot. With that he sighed and looked around the stage area and to the crowd, before glancing over at Zeek who was with the other creature up on his small platform area. Shaking his head Zane was about to start getting ready for a new match before something else happened once more. A voice began to broadcast itself out from the various speakers around the area, giving off a rather long speech.. It sounded rather grim, as they mentioned something about the BT being handed a device that could detect people like us.. Zane frowned listening as did the crowd. He glanced at one of the screens as they all began to display a cartoon looking person with a monocle. Well this was getting weirder and weirder by the second.. However he began to focus more and more on the speech. About how now was the time to rally together and fight back against the Black Templar.. He chuckled speaking to himself. "Huh.. Viva La Revolution hmm?"

Zeek for the best part tried hard not to lose it. This whole USF had became a crapfest, from a knocked out fighter, to a sudden intrusion and now THIS?! He sighed and then turned his focus to the creature beside him watching it with curiosity, small cogs and gears on his mask whirring away. He watched as it looked about rapidly, probably confused as to how they just went from the cage to here. He chuckled slightly and watched as it got low and slowly and carefully approached him. He reached out with his hand slowly allowing it to sniff him at it's own pace.

USF-Soundwave

Soundwave narrowed his eyes annoyingly seeing his target escaping. He tried his best to walk past the supers in order to keep up with her but seemed to be a fruitless attempt once he lost sight of her. Upset Soundwave took a moment to try and sense her phone signal but instead began to pick up on a sound. Looking down at his foot was a piece of Millie which was wiggling its way to the exit. He gingerly picked it up while still invisible so a spectator looked at the floating piece of Millie with confusion. Soundwave thought that it would be somehow useful in the future to keep a sample of the shapeshifter. Perhaps learning more of his target via testing, so he opened a pocket on his coat and setting the tiny thing before closing the zipper.

Soundwave then took a moment to catch up with his thoughts, clearly upset but not one for emotions he decided that next logical thing to do was come in contact with Lawbringer on what he messaged earlier. "Hey, Wave here, will be on my way with the given coordinates. But before I go please tell me that you're actually serious about this"
and sent. Honestly hearing what Lawbringer was trying to do crossed Soundwave's mind more than once but, with the way things are now, it seemed impossible. As the quiet man was walking toward the exit he halted his movements when hearing an announcement. An alarming one as of a matter of fact on how the Black Templar will be able to detect other supers...this sucked.

St. Maria Goretti Baptist Church- William

William felt a bit at ease seeing the suspicious individual leaving the boy alone now since he had an unsettling feeling just by looking into her eyes. But he shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. The man then turned his head toward the cieling of the rundown church and spoke as if he were to heaven "Oh so heavenly father, thank you for guiding that little boy into your house for I shall protect him under my wing for however long it takes to find his guardians. Amen," he said to himself and immediately after doing the sign of the cross. William then reached for his wheels in order to push himself back toward the candles he had been residing at but stopped when hearing the door yet again open.

Seeing Jane look up he knew that it must be a tall individual. So he began to make his way toward the doors and once there he saw a rather tall, muscular, and concerned lady at the front door of his abandoned church. "Please Jane, help the boy, let me handle our new visitor," William said reassuringly with a smile. Once seeing Jane leave her turned his full attention to the guest. "Would you like to come in?" without awaiting an answer he turned back toward the aisle and wheeled himself down the aisles. Honestly he felt as though she wasn't here to cause harm and if she was then well he could handle himself. "We have some tea if you're a fan of that," he spoke while his back had itself turned on Mira. "Oh but please close the door, it's rather chilly out there with the breeze and all," he spoke as if the church was isolated without cracks and openings clearly visible. "So what can the house of god help you with?"

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Djekil Solas
Location: St. Maria Goretti Baptist Church

Solas had spend a long time wandering in this huge city that is New york, and now he was standing in front of a church, one he had heard about; many homeless (some of them super) told him about this place, about all the good this church's members had done. That was the perfect place for him to go, maybe they would help him to see some good in humanity; but for now something else was on his mind, he had to pay respect as he could not enter this house without greeting it owner.

As solas entered the church he was confronted to a pretty rare sight, a man in a wheelchair? No, he saw a lot of them when he came back from war, most being his brothers in arm; the giantess? It sure was unusual a woman that tall, solas was impressed, but then again she was still human. Something or someone else triggered his curiosity, a girl, accompanied by a child, her entire face was wrapped in bandages, only her right eye could be seen, the child didn't seem to mind her appearance but solas did, this kind of injuries were pretty frequent, burned skin, torned arms, ripped limbs and more but from where he stood; this girl didn't seem like she ever stepped on a battlefield! So where did she get these? something was strange about her but as intriguing as she may be, the others two were as strange as her, solas couldn't explain it, but his guts were telling him that he just walked on mined ground. His arm was still bleeding, and however he tried to hide it; he just couldn't and so as he made way to the first row of benches, he could feel his blood tainting the clothes he wore as well as dropping to the ground.

He sat on one of the benche, and ignoring anyone else, he start to prey joining hands and lowering his head to do so.

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Jane Doe
Tags: Reytian FearItself Tunisse Beby (Open)
Location: St. Maria Goretti Baptist Church, New York

Djekil Solas: St. Maria Goretti Baptist Church, New York.

Sitting there, Solas just wanted to yell, then again, just like that time when the templars discovered him; his back was against the wall, he wanted to run again, to hide, he finally understood "Wherever i may go, i still cannot escape my old habits." what he pray for wasn't redemption, why would he, while knowing that he would kill again and sooner than later. Then why did he come here, to atone for his sins? This thought made him laugh, no, hell was the perfect place for him; so what his he looking for? He kept on looking inside his own self, while asking some directives to GOD; still no answers, as always, sometime that made him doubt his belief, why would you follow someone you never saw, never heard? He was born and raised in the streets, always been a murderer, a sinner; he didn't want to be save, he didn't deserve to be save but his belief his the only thing that kept him from going deeper into the dark side.

After sorting his thought, solas opened his eyes to bandage girl asking if he needed help, he was confuse most people would just walk past such a suspicious individual, some would call the police or an hospital, but SHE wanted to help? Maybe he was wrong, but right this instant, he just wanted to believe that not every human were evil, calculating and more. To her offer he just replied while looking up to the ceiling then back to her "A very kind offer, but i'll have to decline." he get up from the bench "You don't need to trouble yourself with this... scratches, i have seen worse than that." he prepare to leave, but suddenly turn back to face her again. "Tell me, would you consider someone who save peoples by pure interest a hero? Or a villain?" he wait and had "I don't know who's right, even less who's wrong but i'm done being a spectator." turning up to face the cross, he continue with a higher voice "You gave me super power, so i'm sure you don't want me to die like some homeless dog." a wide smile spread across his face "It time for retaliation." and without a word, he goes for the door.


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Jane Doe
Tags: Reytian FearItself Tunisse Beby (Open)
Location: St. Maria Goretti Baptist Church, New York

Daniel Reaving said:

Sirius raised her palms right at the two men, and plumes of raging flame poured out. Just like the old military flamethrowers of the world wars, these fires screamed as they overwhelmed the drone operator and spotter.

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Flames consumed the rooftop altogether, and the two men who once stood besides their allies were all at once distracted, then bathed in heat, unaware that their clothing and equipment melted to their skin, that their flesh sloughed away in a soup of human stew. They were dead, but such a fate was not one that they had deserved. They had left behind nothing, asides an unrecognizable pool of burning unmentionables.

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Quickly, Leviathan pushed deeper into the center of the works where the gas couldn't reach. He glanced back at the entrance and blasted a few shots of compressed water at the metal doors before climbing into where he suspected it would all end: The Main Furnace. He used his best judgement and figured that hiding in the steel casket would be his best option.

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It was not his best option.

To assume that a man would ever not pack enough nerve gas to fill a facility after he had been briefed would be beyond foolishness. That would be willful foolishness, otherwise known as stupidity. No, these men were not stupid, especially not that specialist weapon expert, Konrad, who had put together each bottle of sarin before the mission, and each and every mission before that. He had a PhD in biochemistry, and one cannot be stupid to get something like that.

Another rooftop window was opened, and another dose of nerve agents were tossed down into the warehouse. It was only a matter of time, and nerve gas, particularly sarin, only had to make skin contact with a victim before they would be puking blood. Good thing these men were all wearing full body suits and masks.

The floor squad found that breaching would probably be the lesser option at the moment, and decided to contact their overwatch to see what their next move should be.

"Team 1, do you copy?" A moment of silence passed, and the ground-bound team turned their heads to the roof with their weapons raised. If anything were to move up there, they would shoot it without any hesitation.

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Alice
Location: Apartment complex

Before Liz could even answer Alice, a strange purple coloured smoke suddenly appeared from nowhere engulfing her and then just as quick as it came it faded into nothing leaving Alice alone in the room. To say Alice was confused was an understatement, as they had only just arrived and then just like that her new friend was gone. Alice felt sad at the disappearance of her new friend, a single tear slowly running down her cheek before falling and hitting the dusty floor, but perhaps they would meet again. Holding onto that thought a small smile danced across her lips and she wiped her eye with a colourful handkerchief
she pulled from her sleeve dabbing at it before putting it away. Looking around the room she looked at the wall and frowned. Well that wouldn't do.. Removing her "Wand" from her coat she approached the wall and tapped it. What was once a wall was now forming into a door. When the change was complete Alice opened it up and stepped into the hallway from before. From there she proceeded a very long journey back to more familiar grounds..


Zane
Location: USF
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Zane sighed standing alone in the cage. This certainly had not been how he envisioned his day going.. Glancing around the area he spotted Soundwave making their way to the exit. Probably best to just let them leave to be honest he wasn't exactly looking for a fight with him. Just wrong place wrong time sort of thing. His ears perked up, when he heard a new voice speak. "We meet tomorrow night at 9 in front of the old Red Box warehouse. Be there." Well that was that.. 9PM tomorrow at the old Red Box warehouse.. Perhaps he would pop along see what was what. He then slowly turned his gaze upwards. Come down there..? They were above us this whole time? Zane shook his head a laugh escaping his lips. Nodding to himself his opened his arms wide addressing the voice. "Well then! COME ON DOWN AND GIVE THESE PEOPLE A SHOW!" At that the crowd came out of their stupor was roaring once again.


Kiki
Location: Downtown near USF
Shadowfall

To say that this didn't look a warzone would be mad. Bullets, rockets, fireballs and other projectiles flew through the air as the battle raged on, Kiki and Alfred one side, their would be attackers on the other. "Alfred be a dear and pass me my gun." He grinned and nodded, passing over a rather heavily modified Beretta 92FS, having been converted to automatic handgun with a drop-in auto sear (DIAS) and given a longer barrel and modified slides. Checking it over Kiki smiled, before standing up and taking aim. Squeezing down on the trigger she released a hailstorm of bullets towards the attackers.

The pair made their way on foot from the subway platform to the diner across the street. Richard could feel the burn of his muscles as they walked, granted nearly two hours of drills and sparring would tire out just about anyone even if they didnt take any damage from it. Though he had to admit it wasnt easy to keep up with her, at least three times in their bout she wouldve won if he wasnt the man he was. Yet that all made perfect sense to him in his head, after all Callisto was his best student bar none. Granted he didnt have many pupils, just shy of a dozen, of all of them she was the only one to master the First two stances and by default the only one to have begun taining in the third doing so faster than Richard ever wouldve thought possible. If he was a Genius of martial arts then she was a rising Prodigy who would likely be better than he was faster than he would care to admit. As they approached the diner he finally spoke up having been silent for nearly ten minutes...not exactly a rarity for him. "Trust me, you havent had a proper burger until youve got one from Rick's And with Jonas working today your gonna hate having ever eaten anywhere else."

Callie raised an eyebrow dramatically, stopping on the sidewalk as she walked, incredulous at Rick's first choice of words after minutes of silence. "Really?" She asked. "You nearly had me going there. I thought that Giovanni's had good burgers? Or is that only downtown?" A moment of stoic truth passed before she snorted from how serious she was pretending to be. The two of them had been sparring all day, and she's been seriously working out some of her tensions onto her master, and testing the limits of her own abilities. Perhaps, if Echo was still around, she'd finally get into martial arts too, seeing the progress Callisto was making.

"I mean, I guess we can go to Rick's, since it's closer after-" The nerve-wracking screech of tires cut her off, and Callisto jerked her head to spot the source of the sound. Chaos ensued as a series of vehicles chased down the street like it was out of some action movie. True to an action movie, the leader of the SUV chase had stopped and unveiled hidden weapon compartments that blew some of the armored vehicles away, before stopping and acting as cover for the clearly secret agent driver and overflowingly rich lady that had sat in the passenger seat. It was like she was cast as an extra in a James Bond movie, and she was just watching the SFX unfold in front of her eyes. However, the sensation of something pattering at the top of her head proved otherwise, as debris rained from above, but this didn't concern her. She merely braced for impact with her arms, as if she were to catch it.

For any normal person, they would've had their arms shatter on impact, and die. Callisto wasn't a normal person. She took a power pose, and caught the thing, the sound of snapping permeating the sidewalk as something did break, and then there were three of the same woman standing on the sidewalk, using their combined strength to ensure that it didn't collectively crush the three of them.

They shrugged off the rubble, and a clone dragged Richard behind a postbox, outside of the immediate hail of bullets. The other clone started to scan for any civilians caught in the fighting, to try and escort them out. Callisto herself however, made a mad dash to the black SUV with the pair of James Bond agents in it, because she was very sure of one thing. That overflowingly rich lady wasn't just any lady. That was Kiki Crow, her mother had worked with her on the infrastructure of the power plants in the city, since she was the city planner, and an overflowingly rich lady herself.

"Miss Crow!" She shouted as she sprinted over, narrowlingly avoiding gunfire as she did. "I'm here to help!"

Callisto's clone blinked twice as she gained her bearings for the first time, fully absorbing her surroundings. She made eye contact with Rick, and nodded to herself. "Callisto gave me all the fighting lessons I've ever learned from you, so just lead the way, and I'll try to follow." The clone stated. "Oh, and you can call me Cyrene, for ease of reference."
As the situation unfolded in front of him richard had actually paused to observe what was occuring. A bullet whizzed by his head yet he didnt even flinch at it and offered no resistance as he was pulled behind the post box. He listened intently as cyrene told him what he was working with. "Alright i will draw their fire then, get the others out of the line of fire then help me clean up, and please stick to form 2, these men are not irredeemable." as he spoke he reached out grabbing a two foot piece of Rebar that had fallen with the rubble and handing it to the clone who called herself Cyrene. "You have my trust, lets do this." as he said this he stepped out of the cover and began to jog towards the black templar troops on the ground. They let him get rather close as they saw him as an unarmed man until his knuckles slammed into the head of the first soldier, it hit the helmet hard enough to crack it clean in half and send the man skidding on his back and unconscious. That was enough to catch the attention of many of the nearby troops who promptly began to light richard up with automatic gunfire. However their hail of bullets only served to create a storm of shrapnel as they exploded a tenth of an inch from his body. Neither his clothes nor his hair were even ruffled by the onslaught and he simple sprinted to the next man landing a knee into his diaphram before slamming his elbow into his head again spliting the helmet on his head and dropping the man like a sack of potatoes. By this time he had most of their attention and had positioned himself between the car and the black templar. "You guys don't do so well once your guns are no longer in the equation." he said as he placed the flat of his palm against the barrel of the nearest rifle causing the barrel to explode as the bullet burst in the end of the barrel. "Thats to bad, my friends and i dont need guns."

Cyrene grinned and nodded at Richard's instructions, and at the new weapon she was just handed. "So it shall be." As Jorm charged the templar, Cyrene's eyes darted around for any civilians still in the vicinity of the fight. A young man cowered with his head in his head behind a car parked off the curb of the street. Cyrene ran towards the man, who flinched as she skidded down towards him. "This way! This way!" She hissed at him, grabbing him by the arm. The man was reluctant to follow at first, but she led him down an alleyway that led directly out of the battle. Since templar were on the scene, policemen and medical vehicles could be heard just outside of the carnage, waiting for people to turn up outside of the battle.

The clone re-entered the battlefield through a different alleyway, cutting through a building to try and get closer to the templar. There, she noticed another civilian. A girl, no older than a highschool senior. Long black hair stuck to her tear soaked face, all curled up against a wall with a phone stuck to her hand. Blood pooled against her top, but hadn't quite spread that far. She must've been shot during the gunfight and crawled into the alleyway, but she didn't see any markings that would've suggested that.

Immediately, Cyrene dropped the rebar and knelt down to the civilian. She quickly introduced herself, shooting off a flurry of questions that in the end, meant nothing. She knew she was hurt, and the girl's mumblings didn't answer any real questions she had. With a fluid motion, she looped her right arm underneath the girl, and grabbed her opposite wrist in a fireman's carry. The pink phone slipped out of her grip, and this seemed to bring her out of her stupor.

"My phone!"

Cyrene groaned in annoyance, but complied and retrieved the girl's phone. She figured that with the condition her rescue was in, she wouldn't be able to lead her out to the ambulances without getting shot for being a super, considering the paranoid public and the presence of the BT's. Already she felt blood not her own pour down her shoulder, a timer that reminded her to act quickly. First things first: Get to safety. The far end of the fight should be fine, nearby Callisto and the others. Hopefully, Callisto would get the idea and make another clone who had an understanding of medicine, since Cyrene had no idea what to do.

She ran through the shops again, but the girl's groaning made her slow down, she was probably hurt and the jostling was only making it worse. They just had to walk it. She figured it'd be a good time to ask and really check if she was still conscious enough to understand questions beyond 'How'd you get hurt?' and any variations of that. "Girl, what's your name?"

"M-Millie. Millie Valentine." She muttered. Well, at least if the girl died, Cyrene would have a name to give the police if they made it out.

"Alright Millie. We're going to make it to somebody who can heal you, just hang on tight. I'll get you out." The girl muttered protests, but Cyrene wasn't listening. She had already trekked past most of the crossfire and over by the super's side, where she set down the girl once more. The bleeding seemed to be more profuse, probably due to her, but that was of no matter now.

"Callisto!" She shouted towards the car. She turned her head back towards the girl, who was not just leaking blood, but was coated in it instead. Her skin wriggled unnaturally as if something inside her wanted out. Cyrene wisely stood back from the strange creature as something ripped through the girl's skin. A perfectly unblemished arm tore through Millie's forearm, like a lizard peeling off it's own skin. The creature within Millie ripped her to shreds, her skin peeling away like it was nothing to reveal...

Millie, again, who slowly crawled out of her own carcass and to her own two feet. Cyrene assumed combat stance, but Millie seemed unphased by it, approaching the clone slowly. She spread out her arms, and in a swift motion-

She hugged the warrior. Cyrene was confused at first, about at lot of things, before she simply accepted it, and hugged the girl back. Millie looked back up to her savior. "How can I repay you?" Her tone shifted, more focused. Adamant, even.

Cyrene broke the embrace to point past the alleyway. "BT's are shooting at my friends. I'm just trying to get civilians out right now. If you're okay, then try to do the same, but you should really stay back-" Black spiderlike appendages sprouted out of Millie's back. "Leave it to me." She waved an over the top mock goodbye before she turned around and crawled up the side of the building.

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