Episode 4: The Jailbreak of Dawn

[Meredith]

Ren Lee


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Location: The local park.


Company: Her younger (twin) brothers - Danny and Denzil, Luci Tolbert ( @RemainingQuestions ) , Urial ( @St Stare )


Disposition: A bit confused


OOC: And so it begins







Her head turned toward the boy. It was strange, she thought, to go up to a stranger at the park.


But then, was there anywhere else to sit?


She glanced about, deciding the answer was no, before glancing up to check on her brothers. They were fine. Denzil was running up a slide - they were really meant for going down, though he'd never believe it - but she'd let him be. It wasn't hurting anyone.


The boy besides her seemed out of breath, and as she studied his face, familiar.


"Hello." She took a breath, bringing her hand forward as if to steady him. "Are you alright?" She almost asked if she knew him, but found that rude, and so hesitated before continuing. Danny was watching her, she thought absently, eyes drifting towards the playground - snapping back to the boy beside her.


"You look familiar, but I'm not sure where from."


She noticed idly that there seemed to be a dog at their feet. Maybe a stray (though it did have a bag)? Or belonging to a family in the park...


Reaching down, her fingers brushed the retriever's back as she awaited Luci's response.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini
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Location: Some Convenience Store - Bread Aisle
People Around: Mitch and...Kyle?... Maybe?
Interactions: @too much idea, @St Stare

Oh look, seems like we're all together again~


The boy on the floor had grumbled and turned around when the shower of fusilli hit him. Cecilia felt terribly sorry about both having dropped the pasta ON HIM, and having dropped pasta AT ALL. As soon as this situation was dealt with, she would have to go back and pick another box... And probably apologise to a worker for this mess.


Suddenly a new voice seemed to join them and the Italian was surprised to hear it call her name. Jerking her head in the direction of the sound, it turned out to be Mitch. WOA, they keep running into each other! Not that it's something bad, really it's the opposite. This is amusing AND great, because that girl is such a nice person! Cecil really enjoyed her company!



"Mitch!", she exclaimed energetically, before answering to the rest of the enquire, "I'm not sure actually... See, I was distracted and tripped at something, and then when I checked, there he was, on the floor. It doesn't seem to be anything serious but, I don't know..."


As if to cut her worries right there, the boy soon reacted again, rubbing his eyes and later sitting up slowly. Cecilia watched as he moved, he seemed to be rather drowsy still... He said he was fine and he did looked like so...Wait. Ehhh, a quick nap? A quick nap...in the floor?? WHAT??


"How could you think that sleeping in the floor of a grocery store was a good idea??", the girl let out alarmed, "That's most definitely not a safe spot for a nap...I could have actually stepped on you!"


Following the boy's cue to get up, Cecilia picked up her shopping basket and did so. She did it fairly easy, but he appeared to be having a bit more of trouble with it, definitely still sleepy. The Italian made a motion to offer to help him with the task, but in the end he got up by himself just fine. Everything seemed to go back to normal, at least the most normal you could have after the entire napping in the floor thing, when the boy decided to start over as if nothing had happened, which was a little awkward...

"My...day? I uhh, I just though it was time to buy food after so long. A lot of things had ended...or expired, sadly...", she lowered her gaze and looked a bit melancholic, before looking back up straight at the boy. He seemed, familiar... "Hey, aren't you...K...something?...K... Wait, I'll remember it...", the girl stopped for a moment to think, "Ehhh...I think it's Kyle? From the...Sunday training?"


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[Aldur]

Eve Knox
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The reflection had been standing still for the past 10 minutes, similarly to its owner. A look of shock and confusion floated on the new and more resistant face. The lacrimal glands had been gone and therefore a lack of tears was more than apparent. Eve's eyes were only half-open. Her hair grew slightly longer. Enough to notice the black roots. She hadn't dyed it either. It was for the first time in a long while that her arms felt heavy. Her artificial irises lowered and noticed the fading definition on Eve's abdomen. Damn! was the first reaction, followed by a small pout.


"Look at it from this angle... Your face is never going to age!" 


She feigned a smile. Once again she brought her hands up and touched her own face. It was still soft, like her old one. By all means, it felt exactly the same... except that instead of the polygon mesh tattooed under her right eye, there was a small blue star. 



"Come on! Let's go for a walk! Show the world your face... what do you say?"


Cole had been standing in the doorway for the past few seconds. Eve turned around and suddenly hugged him. Cole returned the favor and tapped his sister twice on the back. "Now, now... it's okay. Don't fret, alright?" Eve pressed her left cheek against his shoulder. She never asked him for help, but he was in Baltimore within a day of the Mall incident. He had gotten into an altercation with one of the interns at the hospital while trying to visit Eve's room. They wouldn't let him, so he retaliated. Eventually, he was escorted out of the hospital. Recalling all the events so far made Eve's breath stutter a few times. 


"Easy now, little sis...easy..."


No tears, just pathetic stuttering. 

...
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"... the guys at the fire department understand. There's no need to worry about my job." The hot air exiting Cole's mouth turned into steam as soon as it met the cold outside. 


"You gotta go back home, dude. They'll fire you. It's already been so long. And I'm getting better. I swear." He nodded and smiled while gazing away. It was warm and sincere. The traffic light turned green and the two were on their way. 


"Tell you what. I'll start packing and I'll be gone by Saturday. How's that sound?"


"Like I'm forcing you to get out of my apartment. Look, Cole, I don't mind you being around. Not at all, but you've got your own life to go back to."


A howling screech echoed through the city as a car came to a crashing halt. Eve went to investigate. Her brother followed closely, although against Eve's pleas. A few blocks away, the local casino was under attack. She quickly withdrew her phone from her pockets and dialed 911.


"911, what's your emergency?"


"The Horseshoe Casino downtown is under attack! There are wounded people! Send help ASAP!"


She closed as soon as she could and went looking for another number. 


*Ring ring*


"Mr. Mallory? This is Eve! You've got to rally up any teacher and Blue Card you can find and send them over to the Horseshoe Casino downtown! Double time! People are in danger!"

 

[Malikai]

Jeremiah "JJ" Johnson
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Location: AEGIS Facility 108 Entrance
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[SIZE= 14px]Mentioned: @Lioness075[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]Mood: Reflecting[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]Jeremiah looked up at the facility, a mixed variety of emotions swirling in his head.  In his hand he held a small piece of paper that essentially boiled down to his application being accepted.  Letting out a sigh, Jeremiah crumpled up the piece of paper and stuck it in his pocket.  Currently he was just looking at the entrance, unsure about even going in or not.  For some reason he felt as if he wasn't going to belong with the kind of people that would be inside.  A twisting knot in his stomach that seemed to grow larger and larger agreed with him.  Jeremiah looked off to the side of the entrance, saw a nearby bench, and took a seat in it with his head hanging low as he continued to contemplate going in.  [/SIZE]I know that I'm going to have to eventually, [SIZE= 14px]Jeremiah thought, [/SIZE]It's just... I have no idea how I'll be seen.  This is going to be me finally accepting my role, my skill that I have.[SIZE= 14px]  Jeremiah let out another hefty sigh and stuck his hands in the torn up pockets of his jacket.  Finally having made up his mind, Jeremiah stood up from the bench and marched over to the entrance.  As he stepped through one thought went through his head, I already made my decision.[/SIZE]

Five Days Ago
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The blinking sound of the monitor to Jeremiah's right was making it clearly evident how the room was silent.  The doctor sitting down in the chair next to him began to idly tap his pen against the clipboard he was holding.  They were the only ones in the room crowded with various machines.  The machines themselves seemed to be in shape, as if they were bought new.  As for the room, it looked as if it wasn't used often enough to warrant any true impactful cleaning; this was made even more obvious by the dust visible in the light streaming from the large window behind the two men sitting in chairs.  Slowly but surely Jeremiah opened his mouth to finally break the silence, "Are you sure you got the tests right?  You could've gotten them wrong..."  Jeremiah stared over at the doctor, and the doctor could only stare back in reply.  Putting his head in his hands Jeremiah couldn't help but shake in a slight movement from side to side.  




The doctor put one of his hands on Jeremiah's shoulders only to awkwardly pat him slightly, "I understand that this is big news for you to handle.  I can leave you alone for a minute, but then I'll have to escort you out."  Again the doctor made to pat his shoulder only for Jeremiah to brush off his hand.  Hearing the door close, Jeremiah stood up and began to walk around the room, This is some news, he thought, This could mean I have a way to care for mom, a steady income to help her get better.  At the same time though, I feel like this is going to change me, change the way I act and think.  Can I really go through with pursuing this?  Jeremiah walked over to the window and leaned against it.  The city had just crested on nightfall and already lights were beginning to pop up across the buildings.  Looking down from the window, Jeremiah watched as a small black car made it's way out of the parking lot supporting a large load on the back of it.  Closing his eyes Jeremiah knew that this wasn't about him anymore, It doesn't matter what happens to me.  If going through with that AEGIS career that the doctor mentioned means a way to get money, then it's what I have to do.  Standing up from the window, Jeremiah made his way to the door and only hesitated for a moment before opening it up and rushing down the hospital hallways.

Present
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Jeremiah wandered down one of the Aegis hallways, having gotten lost even with having been told directions and given a map.  Looking down at the map Jeremiah reasoned that there had to be something he was missing about how he was looking at it.  He began to stare intensely at the piece of paper, as if willing it to change.  A few seconds passed and the paper stayed the same.  As hard as Jeremiah stared at the piece of paper it remained the same confusing map.  Grumbling, he jammed the map into his pocket and instead decided to just focus on where he was going.  Just as he lifted his head however he ran straight into somebody.  Stumbling off to the side Jeremiah rubbed his shoulder and looked back at who he had bumped into.  Although the correct term might be what he bumped into, as the thing he was staring at didn't look human, I guess it should be expected that I'll have to get used to weird sights here.  Shaking his head Jeremiah finally came to his senses and spoke up, "Ah, sorry about that.  I wasn't really watching where I was going there.  You alright?"  Jeremiah picked himself up from the ground and looked at the person with a spark of curiosity in his eyes, They might be able to actually help me out with my direction trouble.

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Name: Jessica Turnbull
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Codename: Vape
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Location: Baltimore city streets
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Time: Early-mid morning
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Jessica nodded with a smile at the young man's response. Fresh baked rolls? Score! That would make her mom happy. Another teenage girl came in, blonde-haired and lithe in her movements. She knew the young man, called him Morgan, at least well enough to tease him about the apron he wore. It was the arrival of the younger boy, from the facial resemblance and familiar way he spoke about Morgan a younger brother, that engaged Jessica's attention. He entered on a multitude of spider-like metallic limbs, looking like some sort of anthropomorphic Daddy Longlegs. Some of the limbs had been retasked into carrying a tray of freshly-baked muffins, which were carefully deposited onto one of the higher shelves. This task done, the limbs retracted, and the boy walked on his own two feet around the shop, gathering the cupcakes the second blonde teenager asked for before dragging a small set of steps to the cash register to run up the purchases. Jessica smiled as she watched how comfortable this young Super was displaying his powers. The other people in the bakery, the two girls and the boy's brother must either be used to the sight of him or, perhaps, have powers themselves. Jessica decided it was wise not to make assumptions.


"You have a good handle on your superpowers, young man.", she said to the boy, her smile unwavering and confident, "Do you attend the 108?"

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Oliver McGenty


Location: Starts off at Oliver's Apartment; Ends at Park.


Nearby: In the same park as Ren, Luci, and Mr. Ursler (Urial) . ( @Meredith @RemainingQuestions and @St Stare )


Mood: Time to save a kid. 


OOC: Let's see if we can't make poor Oliver more noticeable! I dedicate this family of NPCs to the tried and true character traits, "Worried", "Portly", and "Brown Haired".

Sitting underneath the Oak tree, listening to the children play, Oliver wondered how other people hadn’t spotted it as fast as he did. Maybe it was because Oliver was adept in the body language of pain and agitation or just because of Oliver’s surprisingly well angled view of the playground at large. Regardless, it looked like Oliver was the first to see that one of the kids, a brown haired boy sitting down in the dirt, had his brows furrowed in pain, and seemed to be trying to shake something off of him. A lot of somethings. Oliver went into motion even before he had lowered the bar of his power, already having guessed what the boy’s agitation was about.


“Ow! What’s biting me!? Ow, ow! Get them off!”


Oliver picked the kid up by his armpits, lifting him up and away from the ant hill he had accidentally sat himself on. The boy was still in pain, but that was acceptable for now. The problem had not been completely dealt with. Laying the kid back down, Oliver noticed a worried looking woman run over from one of the benches, followed by a portly looking man. The child’s parents.


“Oh god, is Bobby ok?”


“Please be ok, she’s gonna try and blame this on me too!”


Oliver looked over to the panicking pair as he took off the ant covered shoes the boy had been wearing, throwing them to the side to be knocked later, “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Just need to get the ants off of him.”


Oliver took the boy’s socks off just to make sure that the writhing ants stuck in the cloth didn’t find their way to vulnerable skin. Dusting off some of the ants off the kid’s legs, Oliver passed him to his mother, letting the distraught woman finish the job. Oliver had to raise his bar up a bit so that her thoughts didn’t give him a headache. Yes, it was nice feeling how much she felt for her child’s safety, but it was still mostly unneeded white noise. The father seemed to have been calmed down by Oliver’s earlier words, even if he still seemed a tad perturbed.


The mother, after checking the kid for any leftover ants, faced Oliver with a grateful smile, “Thank you, I don’t think I would've noticed in time if it weren’t for you running over to lil' Bobby here, so suddenly.”


Oliver shot a glance between the two parents, before responding, “I’m glad I could be of help to Bobby. Please keep a better watch on him in the future and try to get your priorities straight for when you do notice.” The father seemed to lose his easy stance for just a moment, but was otherwise seemed nonplussed at that last bit of pointed advice.


The two parents stood there awkwardly as their child calmed down in his mother’s arms. Obviously they hadn't expected advice along with the 'You're welcome' part of his reply. Oliver cut the moment short as he walked away from the two, silently. Looking around, Oliver noted that the situation had seemed to go down without drawing too much attention. There were a few who had been drawn by both his and the parents sudden running towards the kid, but there didn’t seem to be any among them that were terribly interested in what had transpired.



That was good, Oliver didn’t need to get caught up in any kind of wasteful conversation answering stupid questions. If anything, the situation with the boy reminded Oliver that spending his time at a park full of supervised children, while relaxing, was not the most efficient use of his time. Sitting back down on his bench, Oliver allowed himself 5-10 more minutes of Playground duty before returning to the city.

 

[Lioness075]

Samantha 'Sam' Casan
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Location: Facility 108 Hallways
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Tagged: @Kingmalikai (Jeremiah)
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Mood: Are you blind?
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Letting out a quiet yawn, Sam aimlessly walked through Facility 108's hallways. She knew there were no classes today, but she also knew that she wanted her cast off as soon as possible. Now that she'd handled that, she was bored and hadn't the faintest idea of where to go or what to do next.


Luckily, someone else decided to make her day eventful for her.


When the guy bumped into Sam, she immediately pulled her injured hand close to her chest, the brace making it stand out against her indigo-colored fur. Though, she did wear clothes...they usually were shades of black or grey since she didn't care for any lighter colors. 


Shrugging off the light push, Sam turned to face the clumsy guy, though she wasn't too graceful herself, and raised an eyebrow when he blatantly stared at her. Since she knew better than to actually exhibit being offended by such reactions, Sam simply waited until the guy finally realized what he was doing and apologized.


Crossing her arms over her chest and snorting lightly, Sam replied, "It's fine, really. Just watch where you're going next time."
If she had classes today, Sam would've had no problem just walking away from the guy and moving on with her life, but as it were, she was bored out of her mind. Despite normally not wanting to have anything to do with other people, Sam figured this might be the most entertaining part of her day. For now, anyways.


Sighing and rubbing the back of her neck, Sam added, "Look, I don't normally do this, but you seriously look lost. Did you miss the memo about classes being cancelled for today?"

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory


Location: Shipyard


Nearby: Red, Victoria, Manami


Mood: So much for training, it's go time!


@s @Zahzi @KingHink @RemainingQuestions @DJ MagicHat @Giyari @Mini T-Rex Syndrome @Bag o Fruit @Suzuki Mine @St Stare


Before Red could reply, the new girl, Manami Hamasaki came bounding up to join the group. Aaron was about to say hello, when his phone erupted with a heavy metal guitar riff and throbbing drums. He'd set it to vibrate for sure, but that was Eve's ringtone. Emergency overriding the vibrate setting. Better take it. Holding up one finger and turning away from the group, he thumbed 'accept call' and said “What is it Eve?” After a brief pause he said “Understood” and broke the connection.


He opened his texting application, calling to Red as he did:


“How fast can you get to the Horseshoe casino? Eve needs backup.”


His fingers didn't exactly dance over the keypad; nobody had fat finger issues like Aaron did… Well maybe Ophelia. Thank heaven for predictive text. As quickly as he could he tapped: AEGIS Staff, all call, and typed


Horse who casino under attic. Eve on screen. Help!

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Mood: Concerned


Location: Grocery store


Tag: @St Stare   @Necessity4Fun


"Mitch!"


"Cecilia!" The girl called back in response, slightly surprised to see her here. She listened to her explaining what's going on, what she just did and how she stumbled across this scene in front of them. The boy gives out some silly answer to why he was sleeping in the middle of here, and before she could help she watches as the two of them stood from where they are before. 


"Ehhh...I think it's Kyle? From the...Sunday training?" Cecilia pointed out, and Mitch took another good look at the sleepy boy. Yeah, that boy is most definitely the same sleepy boy who helps her with her special training. Huh, what a coincidence.


"Oh, yeah, i think you are right. Hi, Kyl-." She stopped by a cough. "-Kyle... How's my day? Bad, really bad. I think i'm sick with the flu, if not the cold. I just want to go home and hid under the warmth of my blanket... By the way, are you sure you are okay? I heard about people zoning out and then suddenly drop unconscious when they are dehydrated. Maybe you should get some water."

 

[Gus]

Roger and Dr. D


Walking around the corner, Roger did not immediately spot another entrance, and was very quickly out of patience for looking, so he simply smashed through the windows on the south side of the building, and made his way to the buffet.


“Hurr hurr hurr! All you can eat, huh? They haven't met ME!”


Meanwhile, Dr D shot the driver of the armored car right through the bullet proofed windshield. “Bullet proof against that!” he said with a tight smile. He tossed a spider-like gadget at the bullet hole, and it quickly squeezed through, unfolded, more than tripling in size, opened the door and dumped the driver out. It then seized control of the steering wheel and threw a quick approximation of a salute to its master, who returned the gesture. “Drones Alpha through Kappa will meet you at the rendezvous point and unload the cash. Guide them to secure stash Aleph-nought and lock yourselves in. Detonate the failsafes if anyone approaches without proper authorization.” The spider-drone threw another salute just as the charges under the docking bay blew out, dropping the truck down into the pedestrian tunnel from the parking garage. Their was a faint sound of shrieking from below and the squeal of tires as the truck drove off at breakneck speed. Whistling tunelessly, Dr. D hovered off in the direction of the buffet. Not that he was hungry, just that his henchman was depressingly predictable. As he went, fourteen large combat drones came hurtling out of the sky into the alley where the truck had been. They each stopped on a dime, hovering. At a complex series of gestures from their master, they followed, fanning out to cover all the entrances and exits.

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Chris Kravitz


Mood: Coasting


Location: Parking lot --> Sparrow's Point


@Zahzi@KingHink@Gus


　


Chris, a crutch at his left, limped over to where his driving instructor stood waiting by a tacky blue car. He nodded at the instructor who, despite looking Chris right in the eye, gave no indication that he had seen him at all. Chris glanced down awkwardly.

"So, uh... Car looks good." He checked around the front at the headlights, kicked the tires, squatted down to look under the cab. He heard the passenger door open and watched his instructors feet disappear. Alright then...


　


Chris hauled himself up and got in the driver's seat, storing the crutch (which in all honesty was no longer needed) between the door and the uncomfortable and sandy cushion seat.


　


""Car looks good."" the instructor mimicked, shooting Chris a look which said 'is that all?'


　


Chris sheepishly chewed his cheek. "I-I mean, it doesn't look bad..."


　


"Check it again."


　


Chris took a deep breath and got back out of the car, walked a circle around it, kicked all the tires, exaggeratedly stared at every aspect of the carriage, and returned to his spot in the driver's seat.


　


"Lights."


　


Chris fumbled for the lights handle and twisted the tip forward. It didn't move.


　


"Nope." his instructor droned.


　


He blushed and looked around the side of the steering wheel. Fuck, it's a dial? What the hell? He flicked the lights dial to the right twice, then back to the left twice.


　


"Nope."


　


Chris looked askance at his instructor, who was reading what he recognized to be a file on him. His instructor flicked his eyes at Chris and brought a clipboard out from underneath the file, marking a few boxes on a sizable grid. Chris couldn't make out what exactly the axis said, but it certainly looked ominous.


　


"Lights stay on."


　


"At 10:30 in the morning?"


　


The instructor slowly turned to look full forward at Chris, who stared blankly back and flicked the light dial forward one notch. The instructor returned his gaze to the clipboard and checked another box. Fuckfuckfuck.


　


After a little more than ten minutes of this interaction, which felt like an hour, Chris finally managed to take the car out of the damn parking lot and onto the open road. Down the road aways, his instructor gave a bored "Turn left here."


　


Chris began to turn left, but the car suddenly stopped. His instructor's foot was on the specialty passenger-side brake. "Um."


　


His instructor pointed to an incoming truck, easily three blocks down the road. "Wait for him."


　


Chris's shoulders sagged, his brow furrowed in a look of crazed exasperation with the Kafka-esque world he inhabited.


　


The Jeep behind Chris, which had been tailgating him since he pulled out of the parking lot, honked twice, then honked again and didn't let up. The small car behind that pulled out around them, which Chris was pretty sure wasn't possible without going up on the sidewalk.


　


Eventually the truck passed, and Chris turned left. The Jeep followed him bumper to bumper, its horn still blaring. The instructor calmly read Chris's file.


　


They drove this way and that, their dogged follower no more than a foot from their trunk at all times. After four turns, Chris muttered "Is that guy just following us for fun? How could we possibly be taking the route to wherever he's going?"


　


"Do not become distracted on the road." His instructor pointed at him. "Ever." Chris felt a little bit like crying.


　


After a few more minutes of Jeep-horn, Chris noticed they were heading towards Sparrow's Point. Huh. I guess there aren't many better rural areas to drive in Baltimore.


　


The Jeep followed them down the road towards the ocean. He's definitely just following me for fun. What the fuck.


　


"Turn right here."


　


"Doesn't that turn into Facility 10-"


　


"Turn!"


　


Chris turned. The Jeep behind him hesitated, the horn ended, and drove off, honking twice again. Chris raised his eyebrows and smiled a little at his instructor, who said "Eyes on the road."


　


As Chris drove past the drydocks, he noticed a few people apparently training with Mister Ward and Solo, who he knew by reputation. He pulled up near them and put the car in park, which prompted indignant motion from his instructor.


　


Chris rolled down the window. "Hey Mister Ward!" He turned back to his instructor, whose mouth hung open in incredulity and eyes betrayed a hint of dread. "Mind if I have a word with my friend here?" Chris asked smartly.

 

[Bag o Fruit]

oh god there's more of his head


Allen McNabb//Lazarus


Mood: Frazzled


Location: Apartment


"Aaaalllright... why don't y-you just, err, come out of there, eh?"


"Eeekk!"


Allen's chin moved to rest on his palm, but in his hands-and-knees position on the floor, it turned out that his arm needed to stay where it was, lest he fall over. He fell over. "Oh dear me."


Around him, his regularly cleaned and arranged room lay in shambles. Those objects that were upright were hopelessly outnumbered by those that were not so. White blotches and scratch marks accented the walls here and there. Allen was half in a button down, which was half in his khakis.


What happened? What motivated this? Also, how did such a small creature cause disorder on such a large scale??


Lazarus stretched Allen's arm under his dresser, and his hand began to suffer puncture wounds. The full extent of the arm couldn't quite reach into the corner.


"Eeeekkk!" *peck peck peck* "Eek!"


"W-well, I say."


Lazarus had Allen grab the back of his dresser and rock back and forth. After a few rocks, Allen's legs slid out towards the dresser and there was a sickening pop. "Right! Hehe!"


Allen reached into the corner again in a tactile search for his avian tormentor.


"Eeeeekkk!" *peckpeckpeckpeck* "Eeee-hwurk!"


"G-gotcha!"


Allen brought his hand back out from underneath, the tern in his gentle grasp. He put it back into its cage in one corner of the room, where it indignantly flapped. "Eeekkk!"


　


"Er, eek indeed!" Allen nodded, beaming, while Lazarus put his hand back together and relocated his shoulder.


　


As he began to put his room back in order, his phone chimed loudly. "Ahahh!" Allen said aloud. "Could this b-be our subscription to This Birding Life?" He looked amicably at the tern. "Your favorite?"


　


The tern, although not native to English in language or facial expressions, very definitely glared at Allen.


　


Allen tottered over to his phone, tripping only once over a horizontal lamp. Lazarus decided it was acceptable with no one watching to just have Allen crawl the rest of the way, which merited especially high eletrical commentary from the nerves in his knees and arms.


　


"Oh!" Allen said, looking at his phone. "It is a t-text from my co-worker, Aaron Mallelalory! Err, Mallory... Horse who casino under attic. Eve on screen. Help." Allen stared at his phone for a second. He glanced at the tern, as if he could help, and back to his phone.


　


"Alright. Err... Horse. Who. Casino under attic. Well I should th-think it isn't above the attic. Eve on screen, err, help. Well, let's think. Eve on screen. Help. He wants help with Eve on screen. He, err, wants Eve off the screen? What screen?"


　


Allen stood up and retrieved his laptop. "Well, I suppose it couldn't h-hurt to take her off all the screens?" He opened the AEGIS official communications database...








The cell doors slowly opened. There was a sniffling, and the mighty one emerged from his cage!


Hunched and wary, he scurried to the exit, passing the loathsome Moufinz, clawed hunter. He kept his distance and bared his teeth.


Once outside the cramped prison, he scampered many miles, far and far, through traffic and over rooftops to the woods of Avalon, and deep within. "Chrtchk! Chrtchk! Chkchtchukchrrrr!" He shouted. Arise! Arise! Your king has returned!


Throughout the forest, his call echoed. Chrtchk! Chrtchk! Chkchtchukchrrrr! Chrtchk! Chrtchk! Chkchtchukchrrrr!


They heard. All his subjects, they heard and rejoiced. "Chkchtchukchrrrr! Chkchtchukchrrrr!" Many ran deeper into the forest as messengers, screeching "Chkchtchukchrrrr!", others after him, through the night, "Chrtchk! Chrtchk!"


He reached King's Clearing, where the Chipmunk Throne stood waiting. Schwikschwik, regal sword, upright in the earth before it. Cht Chukik's fallen form lay on the ground next to the blade, two red marks on the edge and the soil nearby soaked with old blood.


"Ah, Cht Chukik..." The king laughed, his voice squeaky and unfaltering. "I always suspected the young fool was after my crown. Let him know now, in the Underwood, the cost of his ambition."


He turned behind him. Throngs of chipmunks stood awestruck, on the ground, on the trees and in the branches. He smiled at them all. He took ahold of Schwikschwik's hilt with one hand, then the other, and hauled it from its place in the ground to high above his head. His subjects placed their heads on the ground in front of them, in deference.


The king made his way up the stone steps of the Chipmunk Throne and sat with regal posture. He raised Schwikschwik in the air again. "CHRRRR!"


His subjects each raised one clenched paw in the air "Chrrrr!"


"CHRRRR!" the king said again, vigor increased.


"Chrrrr!" His subjects again repeated, excited.


"CHRRRRRRR!" "Chrrrrrrr!"


The king grinned wickedly and addressed his court in their tongue.


"Chipchkuk! Chipchtwhookwhookchkukchut. Chtchukkuchchip, chipchukkuchcht! chuchuchpchukwhookchip, chipchrrrr!"


My people! You, for whom I am responsible, who answer to me and to whom I answer! Long have I been away, but no longer!


"Chtchuuk!" answered his people.


Huzzah!


"ChrtChrrchtchtchirrupchkchkchee! Chkcheechpchp chkcheechipchtchkuk chipchtchockchockchikchipchuckchock. Chipchkchchrchrchipchkch. Chipchkchchickchukchirrchir,


May the Many bear witness to this moment! This moment is when our people take their rightful place in the world. We will be not as we are. We are playthings of canines and felines,


chrukchukwhookwhookwhook, chockchuckchurpchurpchurp. CHCHRCHR!"


rivals of birds, and slaughter-victim of man. NO MORE!


"CHCHRCHR!" his people echoed.
NO MORE!


"ChrtchrchrChrrchtchtchirrupchip. Chipchkchockchuckchurpchurpchurp. Chip... Chipchrchrchurpchurpchurp."


But let the Many avert their gaze from me. We are the slaughter-victims of man, and I... I am man.


His subjects were silent at that.


"Chkchkcheechrchrchipchkchee." He stood up from his throne, laying aside Schwikschwik, and began to walk towards his people, arms outstretched.


This moment is not my moment.


"Chkchkcheechchkchkchee. Chipchrchrchukchrrchkchchch. Chukchrrchkchchchchk. Chkchchchrrchi, chkchchkchkchk, chkchwhookchokchok. Chkchrchrchikchokchukchk


This moment is your moment. It is not for me to lead you to glory. It is for you. You, the strong, the many, the quick. You are more powerful than you know!


The people before him ground their teeth in agreement.


"Chipchchchukchukchuk, chipchchukchockchik, chipchrchrchukchrrchk. Chkcrhchrchchikchuikchtchkcht. Chkchchchrrchichok. Chkchchuokchikik. Chkchrchrchukchrrchk.


As man, as a member of the oppressor race, it is not my place to lead you. You do not need my leadership. You are powerful. You are clever. You take your destiny.


Some of the gathering wiped their noses in sorrow, others ground their teeth, but most looked down at the ground. One young lad, the king noticed, ran off into the forest. He was about to call after him, but a larger chipmunk, likely the young one's mother, ran after him. It will be well. He thought to himself.


He picked up Schwikschwik and laid it down in front of the horde of chipmunks. He bowed to them. "Chkchrchrchukchrrchk." he repeated, and began to leave.

"Chtchuk! Chtchuk!" a meek voice from the forest called. He turned around to see. It was the young one, who must have been born after the king's capture. He took a few steps towards the child, who was running back towards him out of the woods, his mother in tow. They arrived at his feet and placed what they had been carrying before him. "Chtchuk!" they said again.


It was his crown, sown of twigs and sticks, adorned with acorn caps, lost even before even his capture. Somehow, it was just as beautiful as he remembered it, as the day it was completed. His vision blurred, his eyes stinging. He laughed, almost a sob, and fell to his knees.

"Chipchtchukchrrrr." the young boy said. "Chkchchipchtchuk."


My king has returned. You are my king.


The king placed two fingers on the back of the child's head and stroked his fur, smiling.


"Chkchchipchtchuk!" A chipmunk called from the crowd. The king looked up.


"Chkchchipchtchuk!" Said another. "Chkchchipchtchuk! Chkchchipchtchuk!" "Chkchchipchtchuk!"


More and more of them called forth. Soon, they were all in chorus. Chkchchipchtchuk! Chkchchipchtchuk! Chkchchipchtchuk!


The child and his mother scurried up the king's arm with his crown and placed it on his brow.


"Chtchuk! Chtchuuk! Chtchuk! Chtchuuk!" became the rallying chorus.
The king! Huzzah! The king! Huzzah!


The king stood up slowly, those who crowned him on either shoulder. He paraded forward, picked up Schwikschwik, and held it high above his head. "CHTCHUK! CHTCHUUK!" he yelled.


"Chichi Chirchukichuk! Chichichchchchrrr!"


To Baltimore! To vengeance!

 

[ViAdvena]

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Marianne Ross







Location:


Brahn Bakery


Company:


@welian @Zahzi @Musician @Captain Hesperus





Mary's eyebrows shoot up as she heard Jordan's comment. "With garter belt?" She gave Morgan a shocked look. "Oh wow Morgan, I knew you aren't as straight-laced as you look, but I didn't know you have that kind of hobby." She shook her head, as if regretting this fact. "I guess people are right when they said it's always the quiet ones..."


The expression of regret quickly morphed into an amused one as she looked away from Morgan. Walking to the counter, Mary's eyes followed as her selections was being taken care of one by one.  After her orders were placed on the counter by Jordan, she looked at him and commented. "...You know, I do order a marshmallow cupcake." a hand reached over the counter and patted Jordan's head. "...But don't you think you are a bit too big to take home?"


The comment then followed by a grin. "Kidding~ That's a nifty backpack, by the way." She reached into her sling bag and pulled out her wallet. As she did this, one of the customer was heard protesting about the channel change. Mary glanced at the television, which was now displaying some wildlife. "They're probably releasing the name and face of the escaped criminals on the other channel right now." She commented as she took out the money. "We will need that."


Another customer approached, a red-haired lady in red biker jacket, walking with strong stride. From her question to Jordan, she seemed to be familiar with their training facility. Mary didn't remember seeing this woman before, so she was probably not a staff. Maybe a former student? Sound likely.


Taking her bag full of muffins, Mary then gave the woman a polite smile as she walked past her, heading out to one of the nearest table. She did have an assignment to review the local food business, so why not spent time in here some more? The home was just one snap of finger away from her anyway.


Sitting on the chair, she glance through the glass pane, at the sky and small black spot that seemed to be a helicopter far away...

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter Red Ward
Location: Facility 108 Dry Docks / Airborne
Nearby: Snorlax [Aaron] ( @Gus )
Cyclops [Victoria] ( @KingHink )  
Bismark [Fucking Bismark] ( @GoddamnFuckingBismark)


Kung-Fu Action Whitey [Chris] ( @Bag o Fruit )


Sharkbait [Manami]
Disposition: I'm sure leaving them in the hands of a quasi-suicidal manchild couldn't hurt.


Hunter looked over as Manami began addressing him in her usual ways. Culture Shock would be hitting her as bad as Future Shock did for him eventually. He nodded to her before the big blurry blob spoke. 


Red listened to what Aaron said and thought for a moment. If Eve was requesting assistance, that meant it was either an overwhelming amount of force, or maybe she had some phobia of pain after losing her face. Either way, it wasn't like ignoring this was an option. He looked over at Bismark who just tilted his head.


"I can get the two of us there in minutes. Bismark, you're in charge of the training. Laserface needs help keeping her WMD eyeballs from nuking the world, and Abe Sapien generally needs help in all areas. Oh look, Chris might need work on the art of dodging."


"Sssssssoooooo just uh...The usual Fodder Training, sir?"


"Yeah, that'll work."


A metal slab formed below Red and slowly carried him into the air. He could have tried to do the same with Aaron. You know, if you like the idea of lifting the equivalent of a fucking black hole. Or the depression of his niece. Either was bad depending on the circumstance. He looked down at Aaron with a skeptical look.


"Try not to blow up the planet trying to get there fast. We already have enough craters as it is." he rose into the air, flying off upon his metallic platform.


"YOU KIDS DON'T EVEN THINK OF FOLLOWING, YOU SHITS HEAR ME!?"


Bismark watched them leave before looking back to Victoria, Minami, and Chris.


"....So uh. You kids have Wills or anythin'?"

Jordan Short-Tempered Brahn


Location: Brahn's Best Bakery.


Nearby: 


Morgan ( @welian )


Jennifer ( @Musician )


Jessica ( @Captain Hesperus )


Mary ( @ViAdvena )


Disposition: Show and Tell. Woo.



Jordan gave a groan, waving his arms upwards to try and get Mary's hand off his head. It was clear the pint-sized Brahn wanted nothing to do with such antics. He gave her an unamused expression before she and Jennifer spoke up about the televison.


"Too bad. Dad's orders. Anything that might make Mom's Xanax killcount go up gets nicked. Besides, why the hell is that apart of our duties as students, minors, and generally B-Team'ey powers?" Jordan retorted in his usual dull tone, not looking away from the register before Jessica began speaking to him. He rose an eyebrow at her line of questions. Oh this would go well.


"I do. But the legs and backpack are just a biproduct of my talents. I'm just more intelligent, that's all." he told her simply.


"Backpack is linked to my brain from a wireless link that controls the mechanical limbs through my own thought process...Made it when I was bored."


Jordan thought for a moment, a shit-eating grin on his face.


"They were also instrumental in bringing down the guy responsible for the Zoo incident. Pretty sure he's not having kids ever again."


A moment of pride for the half-pint.

 

[lazee]

Klaus vos Scheiffer
Location: Baltimore Prison for Super-Criminals -> The mean streets of Baltimore


Mood: Happiness is inappropriate for this.


Tags: @Meredith @RemainingQuestions




So yeah, appeal to mind control did not work at all.


Despite his clearly valid reasons, the hand of the law had not forgiven Klaus vos Scheiffer, former Facility 108 disciplinary counselor for the attempted murder of a lowlife upstart. The result of their decision was solitary confinement in Baltimore's maximum security detainment facility specially tailored for housing superpowered individuals. As far as he was concerned, this was good news and bad news. The bad news was it was pretty much a life sentence. The good news? He was put in a super cool glass prison like in the movies. Being isolated from human interaction for an indefinite amount of time gave a man an opportunity to think. Think far clearer than he had ever done before.


Most of it involved family. Granted, his wife Karin had enacted quite a few contingency plans to avoid the scrutiny of the law, but it appeared they were unnecessary as there was no move made towards his family at all. Still, Klaus imagined Sherina and Minah without their Bapak. At least the former was accustomed to having either one or both of her parents absent, but the girl he just adopted...her mind was as fragile as a snowflake. Who knows what she could do without his company? She could react in sadness and despair, but more terrifyingly, she could react with rage. Baltimore did not need to see the Bird Witch at her worst.


Times like these made him miss freedom the most. Sitting calmly on the only chair the wardens provided, Klaus kept himself busy by solving a number of sudoku puzzles. How nice of his captors to provide such basic needs as mental nourishment. He had gone through well over fifty puzzles out of the two hundred found in the collection of puzzles when suddenly, the power went off. His eyes only saw blackness and was reduced to looking around blindly. Something was afoot. Blackouts never happened in places like these. Which meant that someone had shut them off and it couldn't be the guards themselves. Soon enough, the lights were back on and the only door out...was open. 


Someone had freed him.


Who was he to not take the chance when it stood before him? The man of poison stepped out of his glass confines, met with no resistance at all. Guards were not at the scene when he made his easy escape, so Klaus ironically did not know where to go. After all, any way that people would bar him from must be the right way. But his ears picked up the sounds of chaos and destruction. That must be where the other prisoners were having fun. It seemed naive to think that only he was granted freedom by our mysterious benefactor. Klaus walked in that direction; surely someone was focused on breaking out and not necessarily killing the guards.


The riots following their escape was pandemonium incarnate. The bad news, however, was that Klaus saw the bastards Knights of Raguel amongst the chaos. So their master plan was to free criminals of a group they claimed to despise? Wonderful thinking. He didn't have time to think about that, though, for a few guards saw him and rushed into action. Judging by their lack of equipment to combat biohazardous material, they didn't know who he was. Or were just incompetent. Not that it mattered; Klaus's powers were still disabled. Without options, he simply ran away out of their gunfire and led them into the crowd of angry prisoners, who made short work of them. He grabbed one of their fallen guns for good measure and worked out the nearest exit. Along his path, he discreetly killed any prisoner or Knight of Raguel he could find. Even though Klaus was not in the side of the lawgivers, that did not mean he would not exact the same justice. Everyone here was a threat to the public, himself included. Lowlifes and criminals and dangers to the fragile fabric of society. They needed to die.


After nearly an hour of searching for a safe, secluded exit and shanking enemies when possible, Klaus found it. A hole leading towards the sewers. Dirty, but perfect. Still with a firearm in hand, he made his way out of the prison and into open freedom.


///


The first chance he got, Klaus got out of his prison grays and also removed his limiter. Turns out it wasn't that hard for a healthy adult male. His next bid was a change of wardrobe. Unfortunately, that meant killing an innocent homeless person that happened to have nice conspicuous clothes. As he inconspicuously walked the streets of Baltimore, he noticed that there wasn't much of a commotion despite a massive breakout in progress. He saw a peak at a TV in a diner and there was no 'breaking news' about it yet. The Knights must have disallowed outside communication beforehand. Smart of them.


The man of poison debated heading straight for home, but that was too predictable. The law would know to look there first of all places. So for now, he just wandered. Maybe by chance, he'll meet Karin while she was jogging or something. It was a nice day, after all.


That one thought took him to the park. Walking down one of the many pathways, no one he passed seemed to recognize the visage of Klaus vos Scheiffer, even though he had been in the news two weeks ago. This was good; the short attention span of the public eye was of great benefit to him right now.


Out of the corner of his eye, Klaus saw a familiar...muzzle. A familiar dog. Urial Ursler, medic supreme of Facility 108. What was that son of a literal bitch doing here, he wondered? Next to him was two also familiar faces from 108. Ren Lee and Luci Tolbert. Klaus needed to be wary around them, they knew his face well and would surely try to recapture him if he showed himself. So he perched himself beneath the shade of a great tree, leaning against its trunk. His eyes were steadily observing their every move, mindful of any signs of suspicion.


...


If Klaus felt particularly daring, maybe he could test their mettle here with a showcasing of mass destruction and give spice to their day. He definitely needed to unwind after a long bout of solitary confinement. Yeah. 

 

[D. Rex]

Victoria Beckett


Docks


@Gus @Bag o Fruit @Zahzi


Around: Red, Chris, Manami, Aaron, Bismark


Victoria could not really do much but stand there shamefully, head hung with downcast eyes as the white haired teacher rectified the damages she had caused. The grating sound of metal made her want to grit her teeth, but she wasn't exactly in a position to complain. Instead, she kept her mittened hands in her pockets to stave off the cold as she while Red did his thing. She wasn't kept waiting much longer though as he finished his project. Of course, he then proceeded to verbally berate her, with which made her visibly grimace. She reached up to touched her limiter... thankfully at least the rather disgusting imagery of the groundskeeper and macaroni was disgusting enough to distract her for the time being. That all aside... this whole training thing... she really didn't think it was a very good idea. Not only did she think of shooting Mr. Bismark a horrid thought (god knows she lost plenty of sleep when she had learned that she had shot the security girl...) but she had no idea how on earth Red expected her to limit the 'catastrophic destruction' that she so far has been the only thing to come of her powers. Victoria was not so optimistic to think that this was going to end well for her. Still, when asked if she had any questions... she just shook her head. What else could she do? Hopefully Mr. Mallory would balance things out.


The other student arrived, a rather odd looking one. Now, even though Victoria has gotten somewhat used to being around the more phyisically different students, but such sudden appearances did catch her off guard still. Thankfully, the visor really helped when it came to hiding her expression. Specifically the staring. Victoria responded to Manami with a simple nod, after a few moments of piecing together the accent and realize that she had said her name. The accent might take a little getting used. Chris came too, in a car. Which was pretty cool. It would be nice to have a care... though why he wanted to come to school during what appeared to be a driving exam was beyond her... Anyway, like Mr. Mallory, she got distracted before she could respond. It seemed that things would not be peaceful today. Horseshoe Casino. Needing backup... whatever it was sounded serious. It was a little scary given the major news of the morning.


At Red's accusation, Victoria held up her hands and shook her head. Nope. No worries about that from her. What good would she be, anyway? You know... aside from causing craters and nuking the world... Somehow something she didn't expect to be very constructive.


That then just left them with Bismark... who to be honest... Victoria wasn't exactly expecting him to be a very good teacher. The way Red made him sound... he was a worthless idiot.. "Can.. uh... we go home?" She asked him. No, she didn't have a great amount of faith.

 

[D. Rex]

Dr. Anthony "Nine Lives" Moufinz


5:12 AM


Undisclosed location.


The video call closed and the face of Radford thankfully disappeared. Useful as he may be... he did not enjoy the young man in his network. However the information he had gleamed made the deal more than worth it.


Moufinz rested himself on a silken pillow stuffed with down. In front of him was a gilded dish of minced chicken, fastidiously prepared by Jack and Danielle. It smelled delightful, and would be a lovely meal, made at least a hundred times better after dealing with the horridly uncultured prison food. Dry cat food... insulting. While he did enjoy some of the more quality brands, the government certainly didn't splurge on his account. 


"The Knights of Raguel." Moufinz said musedly as his faithful number one, John, gently poured some chilled Perrier into his water dish. "Our mysterious benefactors. Shame. And here I was hoping it would be someone we can find common ground with. I find the goodwill of the Knights suspect for obvious reasons. I'm sure I don't need to elaborate their intent. I will give them kudos for their brazen measures, however unimaginative. That said... I don't intend to fall in step with what they want. They are are a temporary disturbance I would rather not deal with."


"Don't look at me like that, John. I am referring to them being an annoyance that I don't have time for. Sure I could nuke them into martyrdom, but I don't deem them worth it. The absurdity of their mission will be their undoing. I have no doubt they are quite eager to get their hands on high profile targets, such as myself." He said as he clawed a piece of the warm poultry into his mouth. Divine.


"No. However, I don't intend to take the risk. I expect them to let the city stew for a bit before they take action. I will make my move before then. Hmmm? Yes, quite. We will go with contingency twenty seven. Prepare the funds see that the instructions are carried out. It will make my second coming far easier. Until then, I think I have something in mind with a lively bit of flair. I do regret not giving Jack and Danielle a proper celebration. I'm sure they will find it amusing with what little time we have to work with. We will use the TK line for this."


___________


Dr. Anthony "Nine Lives" Moufinz


Present time.


Brahn's Bakery


Nearby:


Morgan ( @welian )


Jennifer ( @Musician )


Jessica ( @Captain Hesperus )


Mary ( @ViAdvena )


Jordan ( @Zahzi )


The black SUV parked itself outside, from the drivers side, a tall and broad man stepped out. He was dressed nicely, with a white long sleeve shirt underneath a dress jacket, and sporting a pair pressed black slacks. Most notably, the man had short red hair, his hairline receding to form a widows peak. Yet the loss of hair was more than made up for by his thick and well groomed friendly mutton chops. He looked more suited to be in a biker gang or a lumber yard if not for the tailored clothing. However, he did carry himself with an air of sophistication as he walked to open the back door of his vehicle and take a white cat into his arms. He gave it a scratch behind the ears and straightened the collar. As if to make sure his beloved pet was presentable.


John pushed over the front door, with a warm smile on his face. It really was a lovely day, and things were going to much more interesting now that his master was back. However fleeting, it was no doubt worthwhile. Now, John had been here several times before, and many a times he had told himself that the Master would definitely enjoy the place. Besides! He did afterall insist that Jack and Danielle deserved a something special, and while they did not have time to properly order a wedding cake, John was sure there was something pleasant here they could take with them. He did, however, place an order for a small tin of biscuits. While John did give a very specific lost of requirements, of which he was quite apologetic, he was willing to pay for the trouble. He hoped they were ready by now.


John stepped to wait behind the blonde young woman. He wasn't in any rush, no sense in hurrying a the conversation with wee spider lad. The boy seemed quite pleased with himself. Well, boys did tend to start trying to impress the opposite sex at that age. Far be it from him to interupt. Jack was setting things up anyway. Besides, the white haired Brahn did seem the type to spit in one's food should he become frustrated. We couldn't have that, could we? The master would insist on consequences.


Moufinz purred to himself softly, in the arms of John. He missed being carried around. A shame it wouldn't last too long. With each step taken by his henchman, the tag on his silver collar jangled slightly. It's tag reading simply "Nine Lives" in tiny engraving. Perhaps a bit guady, but Moufinz did enjoy looking nice for the public. No sense in looking like he has just been drug put of the gutter. As John entered the bakery and stood in line, Moufinz inhaled the aromas around him. Mmm. Very nice. Oh how he wished the days he could eat chocolate and sugar. Pastries had always been his weakness back then. John, who denied him such delicacies, given that he was a cat now and couldn't eat them god dammit... was shown leniency. Still, he did highly recommend this place and Moufinz was feeling kind enough to humor him. 


His little kitty eyes scanned the shelves for whatever delightful looking cake he though the newlyweds might enjoy. Lemon. Danielle preferred lemon if he remembered correctly. And Jack... he had the fondest for the German Chocolate. As did Moufinz, back in the day anyway... meh. Depressing thoughts. Lemon would do, if they had any. Otherwise, a double chocolate rarely failed. Women did enjoy their chocolate. Maybe too the gallery had some fine art. There was a showing going on. Maybe he would let the couple take their pick. It wasn't like college students oft made anything valuable anyway. God knows one wouldn't think that by the way they acted. 

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory


Location: Shipyard, reaching for mars


Nearby: Red, Victoria, Manami, Chris, and Bismark


Mood: No more fooling around; Eve needs help, I gotta make this happen...


@s @Zahzi @KingHink @Bag o Fruit


Red lost no time in making for the casino. Aaron checked his map application to double check its location.... roughly 7 miles north west across the bay. Red could probably cover that in under five minutes. Aaron would have to take the long way. Via Mars. At least six minutes, if he could even do it. But first, secure the children. He tossed his school keys to Bismark.


“Take them up to Red's classroom. Keep to simple hand to hand techniques. Like Red said, don't let them get involved in this.”


He turned and eyed Chris Kravitz, sizing him up. So far, their paths had not crossed, but he knew the reputation he had with the students from Knight day. Best to rope him in with Bismark as well...


“Mr. Kravitz. I don't believe we have met. I hear you are pretty handy in a fight though. Why don't you join Bismark, Victoria and Manami up in the HNK classroom. Show them how it's done, eh? Run along now, I gotta focus if I am going to get to Mars and back in time to help Red and Eve.”


So. No more half assed practice. He had to get his ass to mars. And no simple test jaunt either. He needed to open a separate return tunnel simultaneously. He closed his eyes and raised his arms. He felt the planet turning beneath him. Felt the harbor at full tide, fluids left behind by the earth falling toward the moon beneath his feet. Reaching out along the bulging surface of the waters, he found the river... the freeway bridges... a passing bus... THERE. That was the greyhound station. The casino was just over there...


Mars was getting low on the horizon. The moon wouldn't be up for hours. He'd only get one shot at this... Gently, oh so gently, he began to fold space-time into nearly parallel tunnels out of Earth's gravity well, one from the shipyard, and one from the casino. The atmosphere around the gravitational anomalies roils, forming twin cascades of toroidal clouds rushing upward and westward, toward space. Lightning licks among the upper rings, and there is a light pattering of rain near the ground. He should never have got so out of practice. This used to be routine, and nearly undetectable. The tunnels are self sustaining now, and race toward the martian gravity well and just under the speed of light. In a few more minutes, the casino will literally be just two steps away.


The hard part finished, he can spare enough of his attention to speak again.


“Bismark! Don't stand there gawking like you've never seen a wormhole open before! Get these kids back to 108; They will be safe there. GO!”


Manami Hamasaki


Location: Dry dock.


Nearby: Sensei Mallory, Sempai Victoria, and Sensei... Biz... zu.. maruku?


@s: Same as for Sensei Aaron


Manami breathed a sigh of relief. Then she felt light-headed. Sighing was something she was still getting the hang of; it did not seem to do good things for her mental acuity. At any rate, her teachers did not seem to be angry, and Sempai Victoria even nodded hello! Manami returned the gesture, bowing deeply from the waist, before going over to take her propper place slightly to Sempai's left. She had to resist the urge to sit in seiza. It felt disrespectful to stand around while Sensei was talking, but she didn't want to seem out of place either, so she followed Sempai Victoria's lead, as is proper. She planted her feet, folded her hands in front of her, and looked at the ground meekly, concentrating on her breathing. Focused on processing the air, she let the sense impressions roll over her without really internalizing them. Sensei Aaron spoke on the phone, then Sensei Red left. A new boy showed up in a car. Sempai seemed to know him. Sensei Aaron reached up... and pushed into the sky? It made rings, like the waves when she swam her very fastest. She smiled at this. Sensei was going to swim to space!


Finally something he said penetrated her haze of perception: GO.


Go where? She thought back over the sounds she had been hearing but not fully listening to... 108! Hyaku-hachi! She knew where that was. But, Sempai, had suggested...going home? Perhaps she had misheard. It was hardly her place to correct Sempai, but Sensei had definitely said 108... she hesitates, torn between duty and manners. Finally she says


“Sorry... Sempai Biki... No. Teecha said 'Wun Oh Eyto' ...we go to 108... gomen nasai.. Sensei Bizumaruku, Ikimashyou ne? ...Let's go?!”

 

[Gus]

Roger and Dr. D


“Roger, when you are finished with the buffet, would you be a dear and go clean out the money from the cashier's cage?” He glanced out the windows at the sudden appearance of a stack of toroidal clouds receding away toward the horizon. Oh goody! Had hoped to test the drones against that one... If he brings the metal manipulator with him, the day will be completely perfect! Roger paused, his maw full of mini-pigs-in-a-blanket.


“Omm- you wan' me t' ge' the chips too, doc?”


Dr D suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.


“Yes Roger. Get the chips too. Waste not, want not. You can cash them in later, mm? Now listen, and this is important. There are sure to be blue cards on the way. The police as well, though they are hardly of concern to such as you, mm? Still. Thought you should know. There is a hole in the back lot to the pedestrian tunnel. I recommend that as a point of egress should you need it. Block your retreat with ice, mm?”


“Retreat? Doc, I got a bone to pick with all them blue cards. Cops too! I'll go out your way when I've put enough bodies in the ground, aight?”


He regarded Roger cooly, amusement warring with the urge to turn 14 drones worth of flamethrowers on the lunk immediately. Amusement won, and he smiled broadly.


“Suit yourself, Roger. I think it best that we part ways for the nonce, and I will contact you afterwards, mm? My combat drones will assist you in your battle. I am not personally suited to such things however, so I will be off, if that is quite alright with you?”


Roger has returned to gorging on the buffet, but makes a motion with the top of his body that looks rather like a nod. The doctor turns on his heel and heads for the coat check room. There is a good tactical view from there, and he does not intend to miss a second of his drones' performances. Additionally they might need orders, and he doesn't believe in wifi. Too many technopaths around. Messenger droids, gestures and battle codes disguised in ordinary speech. That is how a true genius controls his combat drones. That it gives him a front row seat for the carnage is just an added bonus. As he enters the coat room, he pushes a button on his lapel. In an instant, his hair turns white, his eyes take on a milky rheumy look, and his clothes morph into old man plaid pants hiked up too high and a simple white button down and cardigan.


“John? Is that you? Where have you been, the tour guides have been frantic!”


“Ah, Phil! Yes it's me, John. And look at you! Right where I asked you to meet me if anything went tits up at the casino! Good old dependable Phil. Say... do you have your boarding pass for the senior bus tour? I seem to have misplaced mine...”


“Well, yes, I think so...” Phil rummages in his jacket and as he pulls out the pass, John deftly takes it, injecting Phil with a syringe. Phil drops without a word. Without even time to look surprised.


“Sorry, old boy. Heart attack, mm? At least, that is what it will look like. Now, to practice my lines... Ahehehhem.... Oh please help! I think my friend had a heart attack! Oh it was awful! They went that way! I am just so tired. Can we please get back on the bus so I can rest?”


The old man with the rheumy eyes smiled a wolfish smile. It won't be long to wait now... Hunting S-class heroes... the most dangerous sport of all!

 

[Bag o Fruit]

@Mini T-Rex Syndrome This one's for you. Merry Christmas :smile3:
@Giyari










He had not heard them in a long time. No signs, no portents, no omens. He had somehow proofed them, the dverg-født tyske, his clever hands proofed the walls from them. The white walls, the walls he could never reach, and even the mind-walls, the walls he could never not reach. He closed his eyes.


He was in a grim, grey, damp cell. A cement cube, with a door, where the white walls had a wall, and a window, where the white walls were flat. There was a bench. Erik sat on the bench, like he sat in the white walls... but the white walls had no bench. The white walls had a corner. But he could never tell where it was, such was the light within the white walls.


They were not here. They never came here anymore, not to see the old defeated Erik. Beyond the iron bars of the door and windows the world was black. Erik's head sank into his chest, his wrinkled eyes shut. Perhaps it is time he thought, for Ragnarok, for the end, my end, the self-slaying. He shut his eyes tighter. He did not want to... But what hope could be had in the walls? He exhaled slowly, steadily, his lungs starting to tickle. Perhaps it would be like drowning. Perhaps Helgafjell was real, and he would not go to Hel after all. Perhaps Hel was not so bad, when it was that or the walls...


There was a great crash, a boom, and Erik involuntarily gasped, thwarting his efforts to self-suffocate. But what did he care? That was HIM, that was his hammer! He was here. He was WATCHING! Erik sprang to his feet, like he could've thirty years past, and grabbed the window bars, pulling his face up as close as he could. Again, strike again! Please!


There was a pattering behind him. He turned around and saw a rodent, four feet in length, scurry through the darkness, stop, sniff. "Chipchchipwhookchtchuk!" it said, and scampered off.

"Rattatoskr..." Erik breathed, hair standing up on his arms. He turned back to look out the window again, and came face to face with a majestic night-black form. Thunder sounded again, and lighting illuminated the silhouette of a raven. A sound arose from Erik's throat, both high-pitched and guttural. The raven responded in kind. "KHRAW!"


It took flight towards the hall, disregarding the closeness of his face. Dodging, he fell flat on his back, into the concrete dust of the floor, the wind knocked out of him. He wheezed. He rolled over and pushed himself up, bringing his eyes up and into the hall.


The door was open, and a man stood at its mouth. His hair was white as snow. His eye, his one blue eye, pierced Erik's as he leaned on his staff. The raven perched on his shoulder, clicking. Erik thought he saw the hint of a smile on the man's lips. And he turned, walked away, around the concrete wall and into the darkness. There was the smell of lightning.


Erik brought his knee up under him and rose as quickly as he could, age returning to him. He ran out into the darkness, finding no one. Finding no darkness, either. There was a balcony, balconies, railings. He looked left and right. A few people in inmate uniform. A standing fan, plugged into the wall. The wall!


He turned around, looked back to where he had come. There were the white walls. No window, but now a door. A door he had exited! He was outside the white walls. And THEY were here! As they had been here all along. He fell to his knees, laughing, fell to his side, laughing harder, finally lay down on his back and laughed longer and harder than he had in twenty-and-one years.


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Mercy Medical Center


He entered the glass doors, dressed in a cloak of furs. He had hidden his helmet underneath. "Hello!" He greeted the portly red-haired woman behind the receptionist's desk. "'Fare hale and hearty wherever your heart's list to go', good maiden!"

"Um." she said "Yes... help- um, can I help you?"


He beamed "Yes! And I you. I'm looking for the doomed-to-He-... er, the..." He pointed to a sign behind her. "Terminal patients ward."


"Oh, I'm so sorry." she affected the sympathetic face she'd been practicing. "Your name, please?"


"Erik Sigurðardóttir."


She stared at her keyboard. "... Spelled?"

"Ah... um... E, R, I, K, S, I, G, um... You see..." He smiled apologetically. "It's... been a while, since I've spelled..."


"Ahhhuh." Her expression was blank, which bore a certain semblance to one of terror. "Well... What patient are you looking for?"


Erik knew the answer to this one. "All of them!" He smiled.


The woman smiled and nodded, pressing the button for security on her desk. "All of them. I see."


"Haha! Yes!" Erik grinned.


"Well, I'll just let them all know you're coming, and in the meantime why don't you go sit in the waiting area over there?" she pointed to the emptier side of the gathering of chairs near the entrance.


Erik shrugged "Don't see why not."


As he walked off, she pressed the security button a few more times.


He sat down in the waiting area, and began to pick up a magazine when a half dozen men walked in in uniform, two of them carrying a straightjacket. "Oh." he said. "Well." With his left hand, he pushed his helmet down on top of his head, and threw off his cloak, revealing the axe in his right. He grabbed his shield out of the pile of furs on his seat in time to block one of their Tasers. "Hahahaha!" He licked his lips. "OOODIIIIIIINNNN!" 

 

[Giyari]

Viola Porter
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 Mood: Confident


 Location: Mercy Medical Center - reception


 Company:  Erik Sigurðardóttir


 @'s: @Bag o Fruit


 Other: I hope Erik liked boobs and violence, because both may be used against him...







Viola took the stairs two at a time, launching herself down each floor as she approached the ward where her mother worked. It was likely that no alarm had been raised yet, the hospital staff would have no way of knowing what danger could well be approaching them from the prison. Glancing at a fire alarm switch as she passed another landing, Viola considered setting it off. The alarm would evacuate those who could move, but then they would just end up on the streets.... where the criminals were. Bad idea. What terrorism precautions did hospitals follow? They couldn't exactly go on lockdown if injured civilians were likely so the doors would stay open, increased police and military presence?  Vigilante presence? At the moment Viola was certain she was the only "blue card" in the immediate area, maybe it would be up to her to hold the location until authority presence arrived. 


"shit." she muttered, opening the door into the hospital's long wide corridors. Taking out assholes was one thing, but doing it surrounded by public was another entirely.


The whirring sound of her motors picked up considerably as she agilely weaved in and out of patients and staff, dodging trolleys of medicine, beds, and jumping clear of groups of nurses chattering. Viola may be physically paralysed, but thanks to her servos she was perhaps even more mobile than she ever could be naturally. As she made her way to the door of her mother's ward, Viola called out in search of her.


"Alison Porter!" she shouted, causing a woman with hair as red as her own to look up with surprise from a pile of patients notes.


"Viola? Is everything okay?" She replied with an air of confusion at her daughters sudden appearance, not to mention the full use of her name from her own child.


Viola moved quickly to her mother's side, keeping her voice low so there wasn't any unneeded panic. "Something's up at the prison, I think there's been a breakout, and by the look of the damage, I think it was the powered wing... You should get out of here and raise the alarm if there is one for this kinda stuff." she explained quietly, glancing out of the window for any approaching airborne assailants.


"What? I, I can't leave then, I definitely couldn't leave! In fact if that is the case then I'm exactly where I need to be. People will need me." Alison replied, fumbling through her pockets for her communicator before tapping out a number of commands into its touchscreen. Almost as soon as she was finished talking, a trio of lights in every room began to blink in sequence. Red, red, Green, blue. Red, red, green, blue. Over and over the lights flashed out their silent code, every staff member of the hospital receiving a silent vibration alert to their communicator as a subtle warning flashed over the screen "caution, attack under way."


"But you'll be in dange-" Viola began before reconsidering her thoughts. Her mother was right and she knew it, what health professional worth their salt would abandon their post in the face of danger, when lives were potentially at stake.


Alison placed a hand on Viola's shoulder, bringing her into a comforting hug. "I've lived through worse... I'll be fine, honest." she sighed, pushing Viola towards the door."Do what you have to." 


Viola stared with a bit of disbelief, did her mother know? She must, how could she not with Viola's recent interest in her family's past. Giving her mother a single nod, Viola turned back and made her way back into the corridors.





"OOODIIIIIIINNNN!"  


The shout of the self styled Viking rang through the reception like the call of a madman, which given the situation was fairly apt. Viola stood back out of immediate view as he brandished his axe, causing the security to take a few steps back, and everyone else to duck or run for cover. This would be interesting, perhaps even entertaining... she could do this. Viola's thoughts ramped up, the electricity coursing through her body spiking lightly as she formulated plans A through to Z. First plan, talk your way out of this building. Smirking confidently, Viola sauntered around the corner into the middle of the reception, waving at the security to stand back.


"Odin! The father of battle!" she cried, pointing towards the assailant, before pointing to herself. "Thor! The god of Thunder!" she cried, raising her arms triumphantly, a few sparks of electrical discharge leaking from her fingertips as she approached the fur clad lunatic. "Tell me , Great warrior! What brings you to this home of the sick and weary?" Viola asked, packing around the man, seductively tracing a finger over his shoulders pretending to admire his build. "A man of your no doubt impressive strength would be much more suited for battle, would you not? Valhalla would rejoice at the splendour of your actions against strong and fearsome opponents." She purred, coming to a stop in front of him once more. Glancing over her shoulder at the patients hiding behind the reception desk, Viola looked back to the helmeted man with an exaggerated look of confusion on her face.


"Attacking the sick, the dying... Surely it would be an insult to your ancestors, to the gods, to waste your courage on such unworthy opponents, people who will die a shameful death after living a life devoid of battle. Would you not be better tasked defeating the police that will soon be upon us?" Viola proclaimed. Hopefully he would take the bait and at least move outside before she attempted to fry him. At best, she hoped he would take her speech entirely to heart and go find some tanks to wail on...

 

[Bag o Fruit]

 Mercy Medical Center (@Giyari)


Erik just barely halted his charge at the sound of an invocation of his gods. Barely. His axe still made a sizable slash across the Kevlar on one of the guards, and he growled.


He took note of Viola's display of electricity, as did the guards. Aha, he thought, a super!


"Ma'am, are you a blue card holder?" One of them asked, his eyes trained on Erik


"Tell me, great warrior!" She said in response "What brings you to this home of the sick and weary?" she brought a finger to Erik's shoulder, which he brought the flat of his axe up under to push away. She seemed to take little notice. "A man of your no doubt impressive strength would be much more suited for battle, would you not? Valhalla would rejoice at the splendor of your actions against strong and fearsome opponents."


Erik had to admit, he was surprised by her knowledge of his beliefs, even though she couldn't piece together the answer to what she was asking. One of the security guards spoke again "Ma'am I cannot allow you to interfere without a blue card!"


Erik looked straight at the man with a piercing and maddened gaze. "Shhh!" he brought the index finger of his axe hand to the man's lips, axe positioned threateningly near to his throat. When he was quiet, Erik grinned.


"Attacking the sick, the dying... Surely it would be an insult to your ancestors, to the gods, to waste your courage on such unworthy opponents, people who will die a shameful death after living a life devoid of battle. Would you not be better tasked defeating the police that will soon be upon us?"


Erik studied Viola's face with a crooked brow. After a few seconds, he spoke. "I am a modern sort of person." He smiled. "I think you can figure it o-"


One of the guards drew a gun and took a shot at Erik. He whipped his axe around, sending out a spray of blood from the threatened man's throat. The axe he placed in the path of the bullet, which crushed against the axe head's surface and fell to the floor. He wound up to throw his axe at the guard with the gun, shield now positioned in front of him to block further shots.

 

[yoikes]

Tomoko Sato


Mood: Fatigued


Location: Baltimore–Washington International Airport -> Facility 108 (Shipyard) 


Tag: @anyone in facility right now 
ooc: she's hereeee!!


"To-mo-ko."


"Tomoko, wake up."


"... Tomoko."


"Tomoko, we are arriving soon."


"C'mon, wake up, or you are going to miss the sight!"


The girl raises her arm and yawned like a cat as an answer, then retreated back to the warmth of her yellow winter coat. The said guardian clicked her tongue, "Tsk tsk tsk", and flicked her forehead hard enough to make Tomoko jumped in pain, and immediately placed her hands and started rubbing a small red spot on her forehead.


"That hurtssss...." The girl pouted, "I'm still sleepyyyyy...."


But the moment she caught glimpse of the city below, she stopped complaining. The girl shifted her body and pressed her face against the cold window, and just quietly observe the beautiful city she's going to be live in for a couple of years. Everything is white. The sky, the streets, the forests in the distance, the roof of the buildings. She could see smoke from the distance, but it might be from a factory. She could see the river and bridges as the plane circles to make it's landing, one of it is curiously under what seems to be under heavy construction.


Moments later, the plane glides down and touched the ground as smooth as it could, then slowed down and begun moving out of the runway toward the airport building. Tomoko took off her seatbelt and started stretching her hands and legs after the long flight, and then yawned once again. This time, her guardian took out a handful of strawberry candies out of a small pocket on her bag.


"Ame! (candy)" Tomoko giggles, then proceed to take and put all of it inside one of the coat's pocket. She opened one and ate it, grinning as the taste melt into her tongue, "Amai~ (Sweet). Thank you, Erika-neesan."


"If you are still sleepy, we can drop by a restaurant or a cafe for a warm milk or chocolate," Erika suggested. "We are not going straight home for your apartment, after all."


 "Eh?" That's a news to her. "Why?"


"Today i'm taking you for a tour of Baltimore! Woooo!" Erika lifted her hand and waved it in the air like pom-poms. "Especially Training Facility 108, Johns Hopkins University, and the Commonwealth building. A few people wanted to meet you, you know!"


"But i just want to sleep." Tomoko pouted once again.


"I'll buy you a box of chocolate."


"Okay!" A smile appeared on her face, the girl did not realize how easy she was to bribe.


---


The two of them did not carry and luggage other than two backpacks. A big black one for Erika and a red Japanese backpack one for Tomoko, a left over from her time back in elementary school. The rest of the belongings are packed and sent to their apartment a week ago. Holding hands, the two of them move past the crowd of people waiting for their luggage. As promised, Erika took her to Starbucks and get her a hot chocolate before lining up for a taxi.


"To Facility 108, please." Erika said, and the driver gave the two of them a weird look. Erika sighs and said, "Just drive."


It was a quiet drive, the driver said nothing and Erika busy calling a few people to inform them that they have arrived in Baltimore. Tomoko herself doesn't really care to eavesdrop, she's too busy enjoying her chocolate and watches the street. Of the cars, buses, and the people who are walking on the sideway. She noticed a helicopter flying above the city, too. After a few minutes of travel, they finally arrived at their destination. Funny, the taxi seems to speed off right away as soon as they exited the car. Erika led her inside, and Tomoko could see more of the facility hidden behind the walls. A few buildings, the biggest one has a part of it covered with a tarp, a drydock where she could see a small group of people standing and talking with each other.


"Excuse me? Hello?" Erika called out to them. "Erika Hawk, from Commonwealth? I am here to introduce a new student who will be joining the Facility soon, is Director Swan currently present?"

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Oliver McGenty


Location: Park.


Nearby: In the same park as Ren, Luci, Urial, and Klaus von Scheiffer. (@Meredith @RemainingQuestions  @St Stare and @Lazy Rocktime)


Mood: Must stay calm.


OOC: Very important post for the Park people!


“If they recognized me here it would be bad...but, it’d also be kinda exciting, wouldn’t it? A little bit of fighting could go a long way...”


It was only because of Oliver’s power-induced eternal calm that he didn’t react more violently than he did. Instead, Oliver opened his eyes in far less alarm than he truly felt. That thought, it was brimming with barely restrained violence. Oliver had had the thoughts of murderers in his head before, the more nervous ones giving their intentions away, but this one was different. This one was not only in his mile radius, but…


Oliver’s eyes flickered to a nearby tree, not even that far away from him. The murderer was there, hiding, waiting for something. Oliver divided his mind and tried to think about the best way to handle this. First, answering some questions. Who was this voice referring to? Whom did he want to both hide away from and attack? Oliver looked around, briefly noting the addition of a golden furred dog near the two teenagers, before looking around for interesting people. Oliver turned to the subconscious of the voice, focusing. Oliver was surprised when he felt the pull of the thoughts leading him back to the bench he had passed off.


But why? They were so young! Why would this man want to fight them? Were they supers? The voice was obviously one. Oliver had never before seen such a penchant to openly fight in a crowded area than he had in supers, even those that had claimed to be heroes. The voice was watchful, alert. Waiting for the people on the bench to move or show any display of suspicion. If anyone was going to be alerted to the danger nearby, they were going to have to be low on the list. Oliver got off of his bench quietly, moving to the nearest adults, casually flicking his phone out of his pockets and up to his ears as he called 911.


A young woman’s voice quickly picked up, “911, what is your emergency?”


Oliver was quiet as he responded, acutely aware of the situation he was in, “Yes, I’d like to report a future fight between Supers. Two or more, with one very willing to kill.”


The woman was quiet for a moment, typing loudly, before responding, “What is your current location, young man? We’re sending a response team.”


Oliver told the woman where the fight was about to happen, “There are children here, playing. Send paramedics. This could turn bad at any second.”


Seemingly nonplussed, Oliver hung up and pocketed his phone, bending down next to the man and woman who had both been watching a cute girl in pink bowties running around laughing, “Excuse me, you need to get your daughter and leave the park. Don’t rush, but a fight between Supers is about to happen.”


The two seemed to be confused, before realization dawned on them. They looked to each other, having trouble believing Oliver, but in the end nodded to him with worried eyes. The father stood up and made way to his daughter, picking her up right before she could jump onto the jungle jim. The mother made her away towards a distant vehicle, fumbling around in her purse for keys. Her distant worried thoughts were the last thing on Oliver's mind.


“Wha? Dad, what’re you doing?”


“S-Sorry sweetie, something's come up. We’ll come back tomorrow, a-alright?”


“Aaaw, ok.”


Oliver watched tensely as the father made his way from the playground. They weren’t perfect actors. Their faces were tense and watchful, and they looked like they were treading on glass. Oliver felt both understanding and irritation at the display. Their inability to keep calm could cost the lives of countless others. Speaking of others, Oliver began to make his way to other families, attempting to issue out as many warnings as possible before whatever happened, happened.


This voice seemed to be more focused on the group on the bench, so Oliver felt like he was in the clear. Yet, he still made sure to listen closely. Someone walking around and clearing the area for seemingly no reason could be suspicious to someone who wanted to stay hidden. It was for that reason that Oliver stayed alert, and more importantly, calm. If he broke into a run, let his hesitation rule him, or anything that gave away the emotions he was feeling, it was over. The future of these people depended on Oliver keeping his cool.


It was a good thing, he had to mentally offer himself, that staying calm was a specialty of his.

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Name: Jessica Turnbull
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Codename: Vape
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Location: Brahn's Best Bakery
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Time: Early-mid morning
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@s: Morgan ( @welian), Jennifer ( @Musician ) Jordan ( @Zahzi ) Mary ( @ViAdvena ) Anthony ( @KingHink )
​

 
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Jessica smiled. Her Blue Card status had allowed her to see seized amateur footage from the Maryland Zoo incident. Now he'd brought it up, she recognized the short blonde boy from the shaky smartphone camera footage. The long, spindly metal limbs had certainly been of instrumental help, but there'd been others there, other students. Including a familiar young man with a vocabulary that made Marines cringe.


"I'm sure you did everything within your power to minimize harm to the assailant. Your family must be very proud of your bravery, I'm sure most people your age would have fled for their lives.", she responded, looking him squarely in the eye.


While he might be a student, he'd been tested in a critical incident and had managed to save lives without taking life. The same could not be said of others, qualified Supers and Blue Cards, herself included.


She glanced over at the older Brahn, hoping he was either bagging up her rolls or cooking them at least.