Episode 4: The Jailbreak of Dawn

[Teh Frixz]

Kingsley [COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)]Plumbly Smidt-Hausen[/COLOR]  Rothlundt 


[SIZE= 14px]Location: That Park[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]@s: @lazyrocktime @remainingquestions @St Stare @Meredith[/SIZE]


The lady sleeps. O, may her sleep, which is so enduring, so be deep. Soft may the worms about her creep!


Disaster struck upon Knights Day for many families.  Loved ones were lost, innocents and guilty alike were killed and everyone wept. Of the innocent, none were taken so soon as Anna Greer. The twenty something woman had turned a corner in her life, transitioning smoothly from he college youth and into a vastly more mature young lady with a fiancé to match. A loving family provided support and little could be done by the universe to get her down. 


Except a chunk of shrapnel lodged in her neck leaving her in a vegetative state. It was travesty. Charity campaigns rallied, putting her smiling face as a poster child for grief relief. An attempt to do something for the victims and families hurt by the supers and knights alike on Knights Day.  


Which is why, to an observant citizen of Baltimore, would be confused to see her standing in a park. She was obviously worse for wear, standing awkwardly out in the open, her eyes slowly rolling back and forth as she observed the park. 


Enter Kingsley, her first thoughts gazing upon the park being nearly facitious. While it was no upper class affair, at the very least they looked like they had tried their hearts out in creating a comfortable outdoor space. Bless their hearts. What she was doing today was a bit of a scouting mission. Keeping her eyes open for possible targets. Maybe new people to hide in. People of wealth and substance though. This body she was wearing now was just too much work. The brain was dead and the family just had to accept it. After she dumped it, maybe it would be good for the family to have that band aid ripped off. 


Kingsley smiles, pleased with herself. She was doing people a service while serving herself. Two birds downed with one stone. Continuing to loiter at the edge of the park, Kingsley considers heading downtown towards a more wealthy populace. So far all she could see here were decidedly average people. 

 

[The J]

"A-are you sure this doesn't hurt?" The nurse asked, as she released her grip with the forceps on the shard of bone. It was sticking out from Hadrian's leg, having lodged in there when it was shattered from an altercation that came to pass a while ago. He'd only realised it was there when it started to poke out of the skin, and had organised to have it removed by a nurse, despite his insistence that he could have done it himself with some pliers.


"No, of course n-AH MY LEG OH MOTHER MARY SAVE ME!" He shouted, alarm and pain resounding on his face as the nurse yelped and jumped back in surprise at his outburst. His expression changed to a grin, then his mouth widened as he laughed at the horror on the nurse's face as it turned to anger.


"Don't do that! I have a responsibility of care, and I can't uphold that responsibility if you make fun!" She scolded him, using the forceps to punctuate her words as she poked them in his direction.


"Alright, alright. Really, I don't feel pain, even if I know it's there, and my body can handle it." He replied, raising his hands in a placating gesture.


"Hmm, fine. Hold still then."


The nurse retook her grip on the shard, pulling hard at it. With a slight wet sound, it began to slide out, coming ever so slowly free... until with a quiet pop, it was out. The nurse popped it into a tray before turning back to Hadrian.


"Is that the only one? There weren't any others left in there?"


"No, that's the only one I know of. I'd need an x-ray to be sure, but it doesn't really matter. I just figured that this would get in the way unless I got it sorted, probably rip my trousers and stuff."


"Alright. Your power will cover the wound? I don't need to patch it up at all?"


"Yes, and no, you don't. See? It's not even bleeding. It'll just take a few days to be back to normal."


"That's fine then. If there's nothing else, you can go now."


"Thanks!" He said, moving over to to the door as he hopped off the bed he'd been lying on. The door, however didn't budge.


"Hey, this is locked." He told the nurse, but she was focused on her phone.


"The hospital's... on lockdown. There's someone causing trouble in reception. We need to leave, through the fire exit." The nurse explained, calmly, striding over to the exit without waiting for Hadrian to agree.


"Hang on, let me through! I should see what's going on - I'm a superhero for Christ's sake."


The nurse looked like she was about to argue, then remembered what talking to him before had been like. She swiped her access card on the ward door, to let him into the corridor, where he immediately ran towards the reception area.


"Don't make me regret this..." she said, as he ran off to see what was happening.


Hadrian found himself standing behind... a viking? But nonetheless, he'd already slit someone's throat, it appeared, and the guards were pointing their guns at him. Acting swiftly, he aimed a solid kick at the viking's right knee from behind, causing him to collapse downwards, before he aimed a punch at his right kidney.

 

[Zahzi]

Bismark


Location: Facility 108 Dry Docks
Nearby:Victoria ( @KingHink )  
Chris ( @Bag o Fruit )


Manami ( @Gus )
Disposition: ...Maybe they'd like training to NOT kill them.


Standing literally feet away from the wormhole Aaron made, Bismark stared into the swirling vortex with the same amount of attention as one might view a grocery list. This was made more perplexing by the fact his proximity made it impossible not to notice everything he wore was effectively pointing toward the anomaly, as if threatening to accompany Aaron instead of staying put. As the wormhole disappeared when its host went through, he merely tilted his head as everything on his person finally went back to being still.


"...So that's how he moves around..." he mumbled before looking at the group.


"Okay, so." He looked around the children in front of him.


First, Victoria.


"You need to not kill people with laser eyes of doom."


Then Minami.


"....You need to lighten up."


And finally, Chris.


"...If you drove here in a Dodge, I'll give you like, fifteen bucks."


He then returned his attention to Victoria, to her earlier inquiries.


"No, you're not allowed to leave yet. Boss wanted you all to get training while he's busy at the casino, I ain't about to make'em mad. So we're gonna stay put till you get'a grip on your face-eye lasers of nukage."

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Luci Tolbert







Location: the park


Nearby: @DamagedGlasses @Meredith @St Stare


Mood: This girl seems kind, but something seems odd here.


OOC: Thanks for waiting on me!





"Hello. Are you alright?" The girl looked at the playground for a bit before looking back at Luci, and he was glad that she wasn't ignoring him. After all, why not make some friends while taking a break from running. "You look familiar, but I'm not sure where from."


Luci grinned at the girl and gestured to himself, mostly to illuminate the fact that he was glowing. "I am kinda easy to recognise, what with the constant glowing." But then his grin fell somewhat, "i think if you don't go to my school, you'll likely have seen me around 108." He was looking at the children playing as he said this, not wanting to insult this girl by insinuating that she was a super, sometimes people took that the wrong way after all. He glanced back at her, and now that he looked closer, she seemed familiar too. Maybe she was a super, just without the flashing neon sign like Luci was. The dog that she was petting didn't seem to be connected to a family, and while the bag looked like a something a service dog would wear at first glance, it was different when you actually looked at it. Maybe she was talking to the dog? That would be a cool superpower.


A teenager rescued a boy from ants, and Luci felt his stomach grumble. He quickly grabbed a granola bar from one of his pockets and with the voice of his mother in the back of his head, he grabbed the second one and offered that to the girl next to him. "It has chocolate in it, so the dog can't eat it, but do you want it?" Luci tried to smile to make the offer seem less forward, but it came out wobbly.  If he had looked around, instead of at the girl, he could have seen a familiar face walking around, he might have also seen more people leaving than entering, despite the early hour. But he was focused on this new friend that was maybe also a super, so Luci didn't look around for once.

 

[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 ) , Oliver ( @DamagedGlasses )


Disposition: Relaxed


OOC: Move, children. X_X





She brightened - figuratively, not literally, as he was.. well, actually glowing - giving him a small smile at his mention of 108. 


It wasn't likely he enjoyed it any more than she (or anyone else) did, though some of the teachers and students were at least pleasant. 


"I'm a reterocognant. I see the.. past. It sounds rather lame, as just about anyone can see the past with a bit of insight - but objects tell me things when I touch them.." She started to stumble on her words halfway through, lapsing into silence, but took the chocolate bar willingly.


"Thank you. Oh, I don't think I've - I'm Ren." She spoke as the past of the wrapper flashed before her eyes - factory, box, pocket, park, hand - and blushed lightly as she came back to herself. People had told her she looked like a doll when her power activated, and seeing herself often in the object's view, she believed them. Glass eyes.


Danny, she noted, was coming over - toward the dog. With an admonishment to be gentle, Ren left him to it, the corner of her mouth turned to a smile. He sat next to the dog, rubbing his side and leaning against his back, surprisingly calm for a child. "My brothers dragged me here this morning. It's awfully busy here in the afternoon. Do you like the park? Oh, and I don't think I've asked your name, either.."

 

[Lemon Boy]

Urial Ursler


Location: Park


Company:  Beneath a great tree with Klaus @Lazy Rocktime  > Close to Ren @Meredith, Luci @RemainingQuestions & Oliver @DamagedGlasses


Mood: Uneasy but prepared.


OOC:  What your next move, Nazi?





 

Back two hundred or so years in the 1700's, Urial would've shown clear objection to being petted and treated like a basic animal, but he was such a miserable lump back in the day and a few hundred years was more than enough time to get used to it by now. Most people loved dogs, and he came to expect it from others to immediately go for the petting of the fur without assuming he was an actual person. His power was far from common and the Commonwealth had described him as an "Odd case" who defied basic rules of the Supergene, so he'd be surprised if people even thought of thinking of him as a person first time meeting him. 


Whilst listening in on their conversation, a small little boy seemed to come and join in on the stroking of his luscious fur and given the warning she gave to the boy, he seemed to either be the boy she was probably babysitting or related too. Going along with the situation for just a little bit, his fur slowly started to stand on end as he looked towards the odd couple who seemed to look like they were on a hostage video. Their expressions were unnatural, entirely fake and they looked as if every step they took they were ready to burst off into a sprint as if it were a race against time. Something was wrong and he could sense it. One thing he had learned about animals whilst inhabiting them was that they had a very keen intuition and his was going off like crazy, watching them drag their child away from the seemingly innocent and easy going park. This feeling of unease was heightened by the fact that a boy seemed to be informing people about something, most likely telling them to leave given that people were starting to vacate the Park. 


Unceremoniously standing up, he brushed off the child's incoming stroke of the fur, turning his head to the side as he caught the aroma of a rather familiar scent. It was the disgraced faculty member from 108, who had tried to kill a child, Klaus. Straightening as he got up as If he had spotted an intruder, he slowly surveyed the Park to find a figure standing ever so ominously under a great tree that shadowed their visage. Even If he was wrong about his suspicions, the shade of the figure screamed chaos about to happen. Perhaps the boy who seemed to be warning people was somehow aware?


A telepath like that Morgan boy?


A precog? 


Whatever the case, there where children and families here and they needed to be evacuated as soon as possible lest this shady figure pull something and let the chaos ensue. 


"Sorry but the two of you mentioned being students of Facility 108?"


He stated calmly, turning his head towards them as he moved in front of the bench, his telepathy kicking in and acting as his voice. 


"If so, I'm a new teacher, First Aid Instructor and I'll be sure to reward with something when the School opens back up If you do me a favor because something is about to go horribly wrong, I'm quite sure and the numerous children here with their families shouldn't be caught in the crossfire." 


Turning his head towards the shady figure trying to disguise their presence beneath a great tree and the boy going to warn people, he motioned towards them to show the two students the odd event that seemed to be taking place. 


"Now, I'm no seer but I can feel something is wrong and I know for a fact that the boy knows, for better or for worse, whatever It is It seems like he's already started to get people vacated from the Park. I need you to help him in whatever way you can but don't go screaming about it, you'll induce panic in the populace and that could lead to children being left behind and frantic parents willing to get hurt just to find their child. If either of you have siblings here, call your family to pick them up. This place needs to be emptied quickly If we don't want anything to go wrong." 


Nodding to the both of them, hoping they would be able to do this with haste and without making the situation worse, he sent his own personal telepathic message to the triplets he was looking after and they seemed to look towards his direction in unison, frowning at the prospect of leaving so soon. The frowns on their faces, however, quickly faded when the usual cheery Golden retriever's sparkly eyes turned into ones glaring daggers. The three of them grumbled, beginning to make their way out of the playground and from the park itself. The backpack on his person soon opened up, two arms revealing themselves as small compartments in them opened up, both of which contained basic Communicators that acted like phones albeit with slightly reduced functions and made purely for the purpose of calling people. 




HEATHER MORRISON


Lounging on the couch, the War veteran was indulging in the holy drink that was a bottle of red wine whilst watching some old show about a bunch of Doctor's and how dramatic their lives were. It was a typical drama show, but It sure as hell was a good one. She even got Urial to do her job for her today and now she could simply lay back, relax and eat all the damn food she wanted. That was the plan anyway until her phone began going off on the small glass table they had beside the couch. 


"FOOOOORRR TTHHHEEE LLLOOOVVEEE OOOOOFFF FFFUUUCCCKK." Groaning and throwing her head back, she not so gently placed her wine glass on the table, snatching her phone and answering it just as the show was getting to the good part. Trust the fucking mutt to inconvenience her just as it was getting good. 


"I swear to god Urial, If someone isn't dead or dying, I'm going to throw a shit fit when you get back." 


"That's the situation Heather, something's about to go down at the park and I need you to pick the triplets up, they should be by the bus stop just outside the park."


"Oh shit, everything alright over there, should I hel-


"No Heather you may not, I'm sure you can recall how much the Commonwealth and Police appreciated your help last time." 


"Fucking hell, my soul Urial, just stomp all over it why don't you. Fine, fine, but be safe you shitty mutt." 


"I will, you as well." 


Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she just gazed at the currently unused leg prosthetic by the couch, which had conveniently fallen over just at the right time. Sighing with such intense wrath and anger that Ares himself would tremble, she slowly flopped around the couch to go and get it on.


"Fucking shit fest of a city Baltimore is....Can't get one day without someone destroying something with their bloody magical powers or whatnot.." 


This day was beyond inconvenient. 








After he had made a call to Heather, he contacted the Commonwealth to inform them of the situation about to go down and they promised to send some of their agents over there soon. He trusted that this shady figure, even if they weren't Klaus, were most likely a Super either way and they could do with some specialized help If things went badly. Slowly going through the Park and making his way towards the man, his guess was correct, as It was none other than the man himself, Klaus, the poison creator who has quite adept at killing people with his powers. 


"Well, It seems like you were one of the criminals who escaped from that Super Jail breakout that occurred during the night. What exactly are you doing here Klaus and what do you plan on doing, because I assure you, whatever It is, I'm here to tell you It's a bad idea no matter how the situation plays out. You can save yourself the trouble of going back to Jail and the guilt of harming innocent kids if you just walked away now. No one would even know that you came here." 


Urial looked up at the man, awaiting his next move. Be it speech or attack, the arms hiding beneath his bag were more than ready to burst out and throw him to safety. Though they were equipped with medical tools, those tools worked just as efficiently when fighting someone as they did fixing them. He had to be ready for anything at this point now. 

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Oliver McGenty


Location: Park.


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


Mood: Making decisions. Curse his blessing of rationality.


OOC: Who is this girl? And why does she look so familiar? No matter, Oliver will still try to save her! Will he ever find out about her true identity as Kingsley? Tune in next time on AEGIS!



Oliver watched another family take their child away from the park, counting them off as the third one he had been able to get to. Looking around, Oliver knew that something would have to change if he wanted to get everyone out of here. It was a optimistic goal, but one that he had little chance of actually succeeding in before whatever that murderous thought was waiting for happened.

Looking around his next target, Oliver spotted a woman on the edge of most of the sitting parents, her gaze not focused on any of the children, but rather, the people walking around. Strange, but not unusual, in all honesty. The biggest thing that stood out was that this woman didn’t seem like a parent or caretaker. It hurt him to say it, but that made her lower on his list of people to save. Every life was important, but to get the biggest reward for your efforts, you had to make sure you took care of certain individuals first.


The children were important due to their future, while the parents were important due to their impact on the children’s future. This woman didn’t seem like there was anyone she was here for, nor did she look old enough to have kids back at home. That made her lower on the list.


And yet, he found himself walking over to her anyway.


He mapped it all out as he was walking over to her, taking calm strides that hopefully wouldn’t alert the voice behind the tree. He would talk to her, get her to leave, and then when she was out of harm’s way, he would continue to the group of parents talking to each other like they had grown up together. They probably had.


Nearing her, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. Did he know this woman? He wasn’t exactly the most social of people, nor did he watch the news beyond emergency broadcasts. This woman’s face though, he was sure he had seen it before somewhere. He was, however, struck with how much that didn’t matter right now as he finally got close enough, keeping his back to where the mental voice sounded from and hoping that it couldn’t read lips.



Oliver spoke with unnatural calmness, “Excuse me, miss. I’m afraid you need to leave the area. Be calm and don’t rush, but a fight between Supers is about to happen. Is there anyone here that you know and can alert?”


Out of reflex, Oliver took a small glance over his shoulder, at the tree, and almost had a heartattack. Walking up to it was a familiar golden furred dog, looking careful but brave, like it knew that it was treading on dangerous ground. Oliver glanced over to the bench where it had been just a second, laying down for a rest near the two teenagers. Turning back to the woman, his power keeping him calm and rational, Oliver still had the instinct to feel fear for those who still watched and played unaware.


Had he run out of time?

 

[Teh Frixz]

Name: Kingsley 


Place: The park 


@DamagedGlasses @Meredith @Lazy Rocktime @St Stare @RemainingQuestions


"Oh my word!" Kingsley raises her hands to her hosts mouth in an almost pantomime of surprise. The voice and words seemed genuine but each action seemed delayed and thought out. Like her body was lagging behind the rest of reality. Inside the body, the parasite tugs on muscles, yanking them this way and that. It was rough but Kingsley was starting to get the hang of it. 


"Thank you for telling me, Who are going to be fighting? Is there anyway to stop them?" Kingsley lowers her arms and takes a more cautious stance as she swivels the head this way and that to try and get a bead on the fight. 


Delving a bit deeper in the dead brain, Kingsley starts playing out a scenario she had thought over a couple times but never had the guts to pull off. She was fully fed, the body was cooperating so far. Why not test it a bit? Coming across a few loose memories floating about, Kingsley 'takes a bite'. A little glimmer of the mind groans in biological pain, flushing a taste of fear through the parasite. 


"I'm...I'm Sarah...I'm Sarah! I'm a super human too? Are you one as well? You seem heroic enough already to be considered one, going around warning people and all." Her hands rest on her hips heroically. "What can I do to help you, sir?" 

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Kendrick Haywood
​

Location: Haywood's Household >> AEGIS Facility 108 - Drydock
People Around: Mr. Ledford, servants and security >> Security and everyone currently at 108
Interactions: @Zahzi, @Gus, @Bag o Fruit, @KingHink, @too much idea, @DJ MagicHat, @Lioness075, @Kingmalikai (Could have heard the distress call)
Today's toys: Ted, Mr. Holeshot, Sparkles, Pandora, Harry, Kefir, Shouty, Theo, Millie.

If this does work, I won't mind my punishment afterwards... Just please, someone help!


Saturday morning.


The great majority of people would still be in bed, at least, most of them wouldn't have engaged in anything more than breakfast. Perhaps watching television while eating, but nonetheless very mundane and calm tasks. Kendrick would love to be doing mundane and calm tasks, maybe staying in bed a little more since 108 was 'closed', though the fact that he was here at this time was partly because of that...

"Let's attempt a few exercises today. Pluck G3 and quickly shifting back to the bow, press down on C2 low. Remember, we're going to repeat the task until it has been completed with the utmost perfection."


"Yes, Mr.Ledford."


Ever since AEGIS had cancelled classes, Kendrick's schedule had returned to it's pre-facility 108 state. All extra activities had their times doubled and/or shifted, meaning that instead of getting some free time, he had been given more task time, oh joy! Thus, from 8 AM to 10 AM on a Saturday was the activity the boy despised, more than anything else, violin class. No he didn't had any problem with the instrument itself, it was actually rather enjoyable. But the fact he had absolutely no say in the picking of the thing, and how his teacher LOVED saying the notes instead of the hand positions and strings, just to test his memory in some kind of sadistic way, was always extremely stressing. To make it even worse, today Mr. Anthony Ledford had decided to make him practice pizzicato:


"No, no, no! That's G2 low, and you're shifting too slowly. From the top, C2 and bow faster!"


The boy replied with a sigh, restarting the exercise.


Why does he even need to know pizzicato anyway? It's not like he is going to write something for the instrument or perform, pizzicato is a technique for orchestras. Next, he will want to practice col legno, or with a mute. In consequential mistakes, Mr. Ledford would repeat the notes. 'No that's B1','That's G2 low again', 'Did you forget this exercise starts at G3?'. Frustrated, Kendrick's irritation had reached a point where, if the teacher before him were to choke on air, the boy would appreciate and enjoy the brief silence before calling someone to help... Just, someone please shut that man up.


Finally, the clock chimed 10 o'clock and class was over. It had been a total loss of a day, the teenager had indeed gotten the exercise right a couple of times. The perfectionist teacher didn't seen satisfied however, announcing that they would be tackling this again next class. After putting his Stradivarius properly in it's case, Kendrick insisted to lead the man to the front door and see him leave. He waved at the teacher, saw he leave with his car, closed the door and then leaning on it, let out the longest sigh ever. At last, freedom.......Or that's what he had thought.


The cellphone, that had been on mute during the activity, had a notification. Until there, completely normal. But the strange part is, it was a SMS from his dad.


Now, Rupert Haywood was a busy man, he barely used this cellphone for anything other than phone calls, and since most of his time was spent at work and the e-mail was always open, he had the habit of communicating through these, even with his family. The fact that this busy man had sent a text message by itself, was enough to make Kendrick weary. The possibility that something had happened was big. Oh, how he wished he had been wrong...

If the Savannah has been flooded
by the foolishness of man,
then Lion and Gazelle alike,
shall flee and dream of new skies.

To everyone else, it might have seem like the message is just a quote from some bad poetry, or maybe a child's book, but it's actually a code.


Lion and Gazelle represent Rupert and Evangeline Haywood, Savannah is a name for a place before thought to be safe, and the fact that the characters 'dream' of new skies, actually means they have been taken from the 'Savannah'. This was actually a cry for rescue, something the boy had hoped to never ever receive.


Mid-panic, Kendrick rushed back inside, startling a couple servants at how sudden he had crossed the doorway. A couple of them started making questions, but the boy's focus was somewhere else. Going towards a table by the corner, the young Haywood pressed the internal communication system:

"Ivor, gather security and meet me by the car in 10 minutes.", he ordered, quickly turning his back to the device without waiting for the usual response.

Next, the teenager grabbed the remote and turned the television on. Petra raised her voice to make a question, but Kendrick instantly cut her out with a flick of his hand. Maybe they had some news about what was happening, he hopped. But to his dismay, the situation seemed to be worse than expected. There had been a prison break in the super powered area, and a lot of dangerous criminals had gotten out. This, this couldn't be coincidence could it?

"Master Kendrick, please! Tell me what is wrong?? Can we help?", Petra's voice dragged the boy back to reality, though he did not turn around to her.



"I'm afraid not many CAN help. Mom and Dad, are in danger. If they really were in a meeting this morning, the building has most likely been invaded. But I don't think security alone will cut it...", his gaze fell back to the television, "They're not going to like what I'll have to do...", he mumbled to himself before turning around and heading upstairs, leaving the maid in a loss at what to do.


When he returned, with a backpack larger than the one he often carried and wearing his conductor hat, a couple more servants had gathered in the room, drawn by the unusual commotion. Good, this meant he could do an announcement and leave it for them to decide and pass it along. Kendrick gave his hat a confident flick and cleaned his throat to call the attention of everyone:


"Workers of the Haywood family. The news are bad but there is no need to panic. My parents have apparently been taken hostage and a jailbreak has also happened. But please, do.not.panic. it won't help.", he reinforced it since some of the workers had started nervously chatting amongst themselves, "I'll be heading outside with some bodyguards to gather specialized personnel to deal with this. We all know how things with the police take too long, and they most likely have a lot on their plate currently. The remaining security will be ordered to protect the household in case anything happens, they'll try to keep everyone in here secure with all they've got.", he paused to breathe, "If...you have families to tend for in Baltimore, you may leave. I won't keep you and you won't suffer for that. Everyone else that decide to stay, keep doing everything normally. Don't expect me back so soon. Pray to the Lord that we all return safe. Spread this announcement to your fellow workers who are not present but on duty today, that's all."


With a deep breath, Kendrick walked out of the room and crossing the hall, left through the front door. Punctual as always, Ivor Bletcher was waiting close-by, sitting on the driver's seat and ready to start the car. 3 bodyguards waited outside awaiting positioning. This situation was the most problematic he had ever seen. Looking back briefly at his home, the boy really hopped his logical reasoning had been on point for the issue at hand.


About 30 minutes later, a Black Mercedes-Benz reached Sparrow Point. It turned left and continued through the drydock, only stopping next to another car that had been parked in there. One of the suited men open the door and step out, followed by Kendrick with his backpack already in hand. He knows time is of the essence, so instead of running to the group of people not too far from there, he opens the backpack and pulls a toy megaphone from it. Now, despite it being small and handy, this little device is capable of doing just as much noise as an actual megaphone.
The boy takes a couple steps to direct himself towards the building, and flipping the switch on the device to turn it on, tests it out, most likely for the first time:

"Ahh, Ahhh", seeing that it works, the young Haywood begins his message, "Attention facility 108 teachers, staff and students. This is Kendrick Haywood and, thought I would like if it was, this is NOT a drill, I repeat NOT a drill. This morning, Rupert and Evangeline Haywood have sent a message that indicates they have been kidnapped or taken hostage somewhere. The message was received between 9 and 10 AM, and at the light of the current situation, the jailbreak, I most likely need your assistance in rescuing them.", his voice begins to tremble. It doesn't matter if they're not loving parents, their absence, the thought that they could be in danger still bothers him, "If...If you'd like to volunteer, please come down to the parking lot."


"I am asking, no, I AM BEGGING OF YOU, please...Help me rescue my parents!!"


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[DamagedGlasses]

Oliver McGenty


Location: Park.


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


Mood: Pleasantly surprised. Suspicious. Unnerved. Interested. Hurried.


OOC: Another post to continue the conversation with Sarah/Kingsley before the inevitable panic happens!


Oliver was unsure of whether or not he had heard this girl right. He, honestly, hadn’t expected anyone to offer help after being told there was trouble just around the corner. Although, that had been when he had assumed everyone in the park were caretakers of some sort.


Oliver knew that his time, however long or short he had expected it to be, was running out quickly. He wasn’t sure if that dog would be the spark of the entire debacle, but if it was, then there was no way he was going to get everyone out of here in time.


Oliver gave the girl a onceover. She seemed in good health, even if there was something about her that seemed off. The situation took precedence of that however. This girl could be a terrorist, for all he knew, and that still wouldn’t detract from how much help a second hand could be.


Nodding, Oliver gathered his thoughts and responded, “I’m not sure. There’s a man over there behind the trees. Don’t look over there. He is alert and paranoid. Anyone noticing him and showing to much interest might set him off.”


Oliver stopped for a moment, before deliberating some more, “There are some teenagers and a dog that the man seems to be after, but I have no idea why.”


Oliver looked into the eyes of this Sarah intensely, hoping to convey how serious this was. She seemed ready to go, but Oliver felt something off about her intentions. She felt no stress or fear from the situation. Or, at least, none his power could pick up.


“If you’re willing to help, then I need you to be ready for when that man decides to attack. There is no single I can give you, so use your own judgement. Until then, I need you to help me get these families away from the park. Let them know the situation, but only what I told you at first. Long explanations will waste time. Give them only enough to understand the situation and let them make up the rest so that their guided panic will get them going. Understood?”



Oliver wasted no time in standing their and listening to any answer Sarah had. He wanted to run and sprint, shouting to everyone that there was danger lurking. But such distress was likely to only cause further injury. Something he would never forgive himself of.

 

[Gus]

Manami Hamasaki


Location: Dry dock yard.


Nearby: Sempai Biki, Sempai Kurisu, Sensei Bizu, eh to... KENDI-KUN?!


@s: @Necessity4Fun @KingHink @Bag o Fruit @Zahzi


Sensei Aaron vanished into thin air, amidst a strange squall like none Manami had ever seen before. Sensei Bizu told her to 'lighten up.' Hm... she would have to mull the meaning of that over later. Preferably underwater where she could think properly. Idioms were hard for her, even then. A familiar voice, distorted and strangely loud brought her back to the present moment. Was that... Kendi-Kun? Manami jumped up and down and clapped her hands in excitement. Kendi-kun, along with Samu-chan had been her first friend at 108, on her very first day! And he was so funny and cute! He dressed like a grown up, and talked like a teacher, but he was a little boy all the same. And he had toys that came alive! Kawaii-zo! But where was his voice coming from? His voice was so loud and far away and echoed everywhere. It was like having dolphins shouting at her from all sides!


Oh, there he was! She jumped up in the air and waved her arm vigorously. As she landed, she was already sprinting toward his car at a breakneck pace. She was halfway to the parking lot before her brain fully caught up with why she was running. His words, and the stress in them, had triggered her subconscious mind before she fully processed the meaning. All she was sure of was the following: Begging: Honto ni onegai! Help: Tasukete! Parents: Oyajin. She came bounding up to him, heedless of the startled reaction of his bodyguards, crying out


“KENDI-KUN!!! MANAMI HELP YOU! PROMISU!”

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Luci Tolbert







Location: the park


Nearby: @DamagedGlasses @Meredith @St Stare @Lazy Rocktime @Teh Frixz


Mood: It's always something...


OOC: I couldn't help but reference the confusion in the OOC the other day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯





Well, it seemed Luci had been right about the girl having powers too. He wondered just how bad it got, seeing the past of all things. Sure his power was showy, but hers seemed much more draining mentally. He opened his granola bar as soon as his other hand was free and took a bite, but when he looked back at the girl she seemed different like she was seeing another dimension. Oh, it must be the bar's past, right? "Oh, yeah, I'm Lucius, Luci." He wanted to slap himself, he'd forgotten one of the key rules of introductions, actually introducing himself. "I run through here daily, and it does seem busier now..." Luci twisted his lips, and considered the different reasons, "maybe because the weather has been clearing up?"


Alas, talking about the weather was no more, because the dog was talking to them now. Because Ren wasn't a super with some kind of dog powers, no it was a super inside a dog. Luci was glad that he just accepted that the supergene simply was or he would be giving himself an aneurysm trying to figure out how dogs got supergenes, or how superhumans got into dogs without supergenes.


That aneurysm might still come, as only two weeks after the horror show that was 108 getting blasted because of an evil, andor insane, andor mind controlled teacher something else was going to shit. Luci could feel his light getting denser, a response to stress that he had started attempting to control since his therapist pointed it out. Today it was harder to control somehow, gathering around his mouth like he had bent it that day too. Luci blinked a few times, a different scene flashing in front of his eyes each time. Stiff black cloth and a closed casket, sly eyes on him, like he had a choice in shining brightly at his sister's funeral. The teacher, Klaus, showing no remorse and Luci choking on his light as it was trying to protect him. The smell of fire and snow, his brother's voice echoing in his ears, and hope for his sister still in his heart. That teacher had been there then too, hadn't he? Luci opened his eyes again, and consciously focused on the dog, a different teacher, in front of him.


Now that the super pointed the boy out with his head Luci wondered how he had missed it. It should have been obvious. He shouldn't have let his guard down, he should be paying more attention, he should never have let his guard down.


The other teen was talking to a teenager girl, and if Luci was not mistaken the four of them were the only teenagers. Were the parents super? The children, only not yet presented? Luci could feel his light starting to pool on his skin again, and he consciously kept it away from his face. One of the kids looked at him, wonder in her eyes. Luci smiled back, and it was only as a friend of the kid pulled on her arm that she looked away and went back to playing. As soon as she looked away Luci's smile fell. If they didn't act quickly and properly, she could be dead at the end of the day. Her blood would be on his hands.


The dog teacher finished explaining the situation, and Luci couldn't help but agree with the conclusion. He swallowed the last of his granola bar, now sitting heavy in his stomach. For a moment Luci's eyes followed him as walked off, but then he decided he didn't want to know what the potential threat looked like. With a final glance at the park, including hiding spots and potential strategical advantages, Luci turned back to Ren, the girl he met only today.  "You call your family, I'm going to get another family out." He looked at the boy that had been petting their teacher and stepped towards the closest parents he could find. 


"Ma'am" he started with a smile, despite the weight of his heart, the feeling of a thousand eyes on him, "I'm sorry, but I have strong reason to believe that there might be an escaped super here," the fake smile was still plastered on his face, even if the mother looked shocked, "please stay calm, and get your kids out of here without making a ruckus." He smiled wider and tried to keep his body language open. "The super might get agitated if they figure out we're trying to get everyone safe."


The mother glanced at the woman next to her, the stroller and the softly sleeping baby. "Johnny, Brittany, come here!" The call wasn't out of the ordinary in a place like this, but it still raised Luci's nerves even further. No one else, luckily, seemed to be responding like Luci. The kids came running, and Brittany was the girl that had made eye contact before. She stopped when she saw him there, and softly touched his arm, huge eyes focused on the play of light between her fingers. Luci was frozen as he stared at her woollen cap and the two braids on her back. Children had died at the mall too, hadn't they? Narcissa wasn't the youngest death, had she? But it had been long since he had been this close to someone so much younger. The other woman had lifted the boy up, fear clear in her eyes but not in her steady tread, and the mother that Luci had first spoken too grabbed Brittany's hand. She didn't attempt a smile as she walked away, but she did nod.


With a heart both heavier and lighter, Luci looked back at Ren. He wanted to see what she was doing and he also didn't want to lose the one familiar thing in this new horror show. The teacher had already walked off after his orders. Hopefully to bring this to a peaceful and uneventful end.

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Erik Sigurðardóttir
@Giyari@The J


Erik's knee cracked, he dropped to a kneel and smacked Hadrian's blow aside with his elbow. Pivoting to face the two supers, keeping his shield between him and the five remaining security guards, he swung his axe into Hadrian's now exposed right side.


Two more guards drew their pistols and searched for a clear shot.





Chris Kravitz


Mood: Um. Um. Um!


Location: Drydocks


@Zahzi@Necessity4Fun@Gus@too much idea@kinghink


Chris spent a very, very long time trying to get a word in edgewise. So did his driving instructor.


Red, disregarding Chris's greeting, spoke very quickly: "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-"


One of the girls hung her head, shamefaced. Chris frowned. "Hey-"


"-and Abe Sapien generally needs help in all areas. Oh look, Chris might need work on the art of dodging."


"Are you fucki-"


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


"Yeah, that'll work." Red lifted off the ground, suspended by a floating iron disk. Oh, metal control... Chris thought. Waitasecond...


"Uh, Mister Ward, you wouldn't happen to b-"


"Try not to blow up the planet trying to get there fast." Red addressed Solo. "We already have enough craters as it is. YOU KIDS DON'T EVEN THINK OF FOLLOWING, YOU SHITS HEAR ME!?"


Mister Mallory tossed the 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 to Chris. "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.”


"Uh, I kin-"
 


A swirling vortex of terror appeared. Chris took only momentary notice, as did Bismark. Weirder things had no doubt happened to them both, i.e exchanging words with Hunter Ward. Ever.


“Get these kids back to 108!" Aaron shouted "They will be safe there. GO!” And he disappeared.


"...So that's how he moves around..." Bismark muttered. Chris didn't imagine anyone heard it but him. "Okay, so..." he said aloud, pointing at the poor shame-faced girl. "You need to not kill people with laser eyes of doom."


"Can.. uh... we go home?" she asked. The other girl, the one Red called Abe Sapien, slowly took a look of horror.


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


"Hey, I cou-"


"....You need to lighten up." Bismark said to the girl who enforced his own fucking lesson plan. Then, finally, he acknowledged Chris, saying "...If you drove here in a Dodge, I'll give you like, fifteen bucks."


Chris frowned. "Why."


Bismark answered Chris's classmate instead. "No, you're not allowed to leave yet. Boss wanted you all to get training while he's busy at the casino, I ain't about to make'im mad. So we're gonna stay put till you get'a grip on your face-eye lasers of nukage."


The girl's shoulders slouched more. "Hey!" said Chris "She's clearly not comf-"


A spotless black car rushed past Chris, drowning out his protests and nearly taking off his head as he had stuck it out the window to address his schoolmates.


"What the fuck!?"


His instructor took this opportunity to begin chastising. "Hey, you're here on my time! This is not a social event. You're here to do what I-... you're here to learn to driv-"


"Ahh, Ahhh," a crackly voice from nearer the facility interrupted him. "Attention facility 108 teachers, staff and students. This is Kendrick Haywood and, though I would like if it was, this is NOT a drill, I repeat NOT a drill. This morning, Rupert and Evangeline Haywood have sent a message that indicates they have been kidnapped or taken hostage somewhere. The message was received between 9 and 10 AM, and at the light of the current situation, the jailbreak, I most likely need your assistance in rescuing them. I-if...If you'd like to volunteer, please come down to the parking lot. I am asking, no, I AM BEGGING OF YOU, please...Help me rescue my parents!"


The model student who Bismark and Red so simply shat upon took off running after the source, screaming “KENDI-KUN!!! MANAMI HELP YOU! PROMISU!”


"What." said Chris. "The fuck."


His instructor began to speak. "If you're not going to get on the road, get out of the c-"


"Sh." Chris snapped. He addressed the remaining student. "Hey, are you alright? Do you need a ride home or..." he paused and gestured to the direction of Kendrick's call to action. "To whatever that is?"

 

[Teh Frixz]

[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)]Kingsley [/COLOR]Plumbly Smidt-Hausen[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)] [/COLOR]Rothlundt 


Location: The Park


@'s @damaged Glasses  @Meredith[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@RemainingQuestions[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@St Stare[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] [/COLOR]@Lazy Rocktime @RemainingQuestions


Okay she was in. Having latched herself onto a proactive side in an upcoming fight and with nothing personally to lose in an encounter, she had to start swinging this situation to benefit her. She doesn't even attempt to call out to the young man who had already hurried off to go play the hero, instead Kingsley turns her sights upon the fight to come. Hopefully, maybe? Despite all the fighting they did, it was surprisingly hard to find a mortally wounded or brain dead super human. If the fight that she was being warned about was between supers, maybe there was a better chance at one of them ending up mostly dead... 


Operating the body in a hurried fashion, Kingsley pilots 'Sarah' on over towards the conflict. The hero had repeatedly mentioned a dog so as she crested the small hill and spotted a dog with some sort of contraption on his back. That had to be the one. 


With the best grace she could manage, Kingsley stands there awkwardly watching things unfold, waiting to pounce if given the chance. 

 

[The J]

Hadrian Alburn AKA Ajax


The axe swung straight into Hadrian's side, sliding and catching between two of his ribs. He stumbled to the side slightly from the force of the blow, not even to stagger him though. He left Erik just the shortest moment to realise that his attack had had no effect, before he grabbed the axe's head and retaliated.


Shifting his weight onto one foot and bending down slightly, he brought his opposite knee up towards the man's chin, springing forwards with the grounded foot as he did so. If this worked, then Erik's head would rock back, shaking his brain in his skull, causing it to rock against the sides and knock him out cold. There wouldn't need to be any more bloodshed, and they could take the bastard into custody.

 

[Giyari]

Viola Porter
​

 Mood: Dangerous


 Location: Mercy Medical Center - reception


 Company:  Erik Sigurðardóttir Ajax


 @'s: @Bag o Fruit @The J


 Other: Erik chose violence, please turn to page 43.







With a whizz as a bullet flew over her shoulder and spurt of blood across Viola's chest from the edge of a swinging axe, the first guard went down, and any chance of solving this peacefully died with him. It appeared that this Nordic fellow didn't hold the lives of his fellow man in high regard, which meant bystanders were just in the way, they didn't pose a threat to him, they weren't going to stop him swinging an attack in, if they died that was there fault for being in the wrong place. It was time for plan B, she needed to force this outside.


"See this is what happens when you strike first, and yes I have a badge you idiot!" Viola shouted, turning to face the group of security she now stood in front of as one of the officers scanned her limiter to a confirming "ding". 


"Now get the hell out of my way." She added as a grin began to spread across her face, the security taking a few ample steps backwards into the lobby once more. This was going to be fun, she had a chance to use her powers on someone who deserved it, and if she could get him outside, she wouldn't need to hold back too much either. Oh how Mister Valhalla was going to regret putting on his helmet today. 


Viola placed finger through her neckbound servo motor onto a silver choker with a blue gem fixed in the middle. Tracing her finger around the gem, it gave a subtle flash as her limiter turned off, and her power began to overcharge within her body. Her auburn hair crackled with sparks as static leaked into her surroundings, her servo motors reaching maximum power as energy seeped into them through her skin.


Before Viola could make her move though a third party joined the scene, and they immediately went for the knees. Good tactic, but now they were in the way, and that was awkward... Still, after watching them brush off an Axe to the torso, Viola was pretty sure they could handle an assault from herself, hopefully they didn't take it the wrong way.


Her knees bent slightly as Viola steadied herself, and moved all her energy towards her arms.


"Sorry boys, I'm taking this outside!" Viola roared before releasing a brilliant flash from her arms. Her feet slid back across the floor a few inche, and deafening crack filled the room. A huge jolt of lightning erupted from her palms and danced through the air at breakneck speed towards the Viking man's shield, it's brilliant white lit up the room as if the sun had temporarily moved indoors. The look in Viola's eyes was almost ecstatic as her heart raced. Was this the thrill of the battle? Maybe it was just the increase in energy pulsing through her body, or maybe satisfaction at dealing out revenge on someone who truly deserved it. She didn't even know that guard, but he sure as hell didn't deserve to die like a slaughtered pig

 

[Aldur]

[SIZE= 18.6667px]Epic Snowball fight II[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 18.6667px]Red Strikes Back[/SIZE]


A collab, by the lovely @Gus, @Zahzi, and @DeKay


Eve hung up the phone and turned to her brother. Her hero. And all she could think was how the fuck do I get him out of here? He’s going to help. It’s his nature. And this is S class fuckery right here. That walking ice cube covered three city blocks in ice in the time it took her make two phone calls. If he walks in there with her, odds are, he won’t come out. She’s not even sure she will. But he isn’t just going to walk away. No way. Not her big brother…


A car slid through the intersection and smashed into the light pole near where they were standing. Without thinking, Eve pushed the concrete up around the pole to stop it from coming down, and grabbed Cole, using the sudden tilt of the icy sidewalk to skate them both to a safer vantage point under the awning of the restaurant they had just walked past.  And in a flash, she had her inspiration. For once, she was going to save Cole. Turning to him with forced brightness in her voice, she said


“Alright, They’re coming. But here’s the thing: no rescue vehicles are equipped for these kinds of road conditions. And 911 doesn’t send plow trucks for fuck knows why. So: I am going to keep an eye on things until Red and Aaron get here and prevent more crashes. YOU are going up three blocks and two blocks over and stealing a plow truck. You pave the way for the local emergency with a trail of sand and salt. Got it? Go!”


For a moment, Cole looked like he was going to argue, but then, amazingly, he nodded.


“OK, sis. This is your rodeo. You call the shots, I’m on it. Be safe!” He skated along the icy sidewalk and began working his way up the block as fast as he could go, using the building for support.


Eve watched him go in amazement. That was possibly the first time he had ever done anything he hadn’t thought of himself! Certainly, the first time he ever recognized her authority.  Picking her jaw up off of the floor, she turned her attention to the fiasco across the street. It was hard to see clearly through the tinted windows of the casino, but her new eyes did better than her old ones would have done. There was some kind of robotic assassin looking droids blocking the exits, and at least a dozen hapless senior citizens trapped. At least the active killing seemed to have stopped. The guy in the hover shoes had disappeared, and the human ice cube was still chowing down on the buffet. Picking a spot near the middle of the wall of windows, away from the droids and behind the back of the S-rank, she concentrated on isolating her frequencies to a high amplitude at under 10 hertz. The kind of vibrations you can feel but not hear. Pushing down through the earth, she made a tunnel under the street and across it. When she came up, she was right in the middle of the largest crowd of seniors. Beckoning to the nearest one, she began the evacuation. Ten were able to make it on their own and she was able to carry three more. Stowing them safely in the restaurant across the street, which luckily included three off-duty EMTs, she considered what to do next.


First, she righted all the flipped over cars and shoved them over to the sides of the street to make way for emergency vehicles.  Popping the doors off of them, she watched while the majority of the occupants got out. For those that couldn’t she reshaped the ice to bring them to her and then reshaped their cars until they were able to be extracted by the waiting EMTs. Who needs jaws of life? Next, she cleared a path down the middle of the street by shoving the ice off to the sides. The ice still seemed to be growing, as if it had a mind of its own, but it was too slow to keep up with her efforts, and she quickly had the streets clear for as far as she could see without breaking cover.


Just then Red came swooping down on a big metal magic fucking carpet and stopped on a dime next to her. Surveying the situation, he looked her up and down and nodded. “Not bad, newbie. You didn’t get any new horrific wounds either, so that’s a plus.” As he spoke the window wall blew out and cage labeled ‘Chip Exchange’ sailed across the street crashing into a parked car. Moments later, it was followed by a vault door, which Red casually caught in mid-air. “Good to know we’re not dealing with subtle…”


...a few minutes earlier:


All too soon, the buffet was empty.  Still hungry, Roger briefly considered raiding the kitchens. Deciding he would follow the doc’s advice and get the cash first, he made a mental note to visit the kitchens after if there was time.


Heaving his vast bulk over the remains of the buffet table, he grinds inexorably across the room, leaving a spreading trail of ice in his wake. When he gets to the cashier’s window, he finds the clerks have all disappeared into the vault. Chuckling ominously he grabs the edges of the counter and cage. With the barest effort, he hurls it over his shoulder where it sails across the dining area to the wall of windows where it crashes out into the street. There is a sound of tires scrabbling for traction on icy roads, and a crash.  His arms seem to stretch out impossibly far, crunching into the wall on either side of the vault door. Ice quickly rimes the vault’s metal and there is a groaning noise as the door contracts too quickly for the frame to keep up. Roger gives a little grunt of effort, and the edges of the door shatter with a sound like the Titanic meeting its fate. The massive door goes sailing out into the street the same way the cage did. Curiously there is no sound of it hitting the ground. Roger growls to the frostbitten clerks:


“Hand over the cash now. Chips too. Don’t skimp either, if you want to go on livin’.”


...back to the present:


“Oh, no fucking way. Someone actually took their childish fantasy and is trying to rob a goddamn casino.” Red laughed suspending the mangled door in the air as people continued to flee the scene. He looked around for a moment, looking for a place to toss the door to keep collateral damage down. Slot machines? No. Elderly patrons? Nope. Ah! Perhaps the massive pile of rubble from when he slammed through the ceiling! Yeah, minimize collateral damage! With a resounding metallic thud, he followed the trail of ice into the casino’s cash reserves, staring at the back of what appeared to be the personification of a frozen flank steak.


“...Anderson Smith, what the fuck do you think you’re- Oh. Hold on a sec….” A small pillar of metal shot from the ground parallel to Roger going a foot higher than him.


“Yeah, thought so...Too small….Alright, tiny, I’m gonna say this nice, and slow. Because I know. Big words. And lots of. Little ones. Are hard. On your brain. What. The fuck. Do you. Think. You are doing?”


“Sweet. Cold hard cash can wait. I been waiting a long time for round two with you crap-heads. But you know what they say…” Roger paused, trying to remember what they said. Damnit, he should have written this shit down. “...revenge. Is. Um. Cold. ‘N stuff.”


That sounded lame, even to him. Time to do some violence, cover for that. He struck the floor hard enough to send chunks of concrete flying in all directions, and a new spray of ice spreading across the floor, layering over the old, and covering spots that his trail had missed. Flowing forward like some vast icy slug, he swung his massive arms up into an approximation of a boxing ready position. “Awright, tough guy, ding ding, round 2! I’ll show you tiny!”


He threw all his considerable bulk behind a haymaker, which swung ponderously toward Red’s chin.


This was always a fun way for a fight to start. Well, at least it was for Red. He watched the lumbering giant charge towards him, a grin on his face as the haymaker approached his jaw. If anything, he seemed to move his chin to be even easier to hit for his opponent.


Just like with Sam, there was a resounding metallic thud that made it seem like the frozen bandit just decked a steel gerdur. But, unlike with Sam, Red had amped his Galvanization to the max. That thud was followed by something similar to being under a giant bell, causing the entire building to reverberate and shake upon impact.


“It’s ‘Revenge is best served cold’.” he retorted, casually reaching up and rubbing his chin.


“Not bad, I could actually feel that. Though I suspect you might have felt it more. How’s the hand, tiny?”  


“Hah!” Roger felt, dimly, that he ought to have something a little cleverer to say. Nothing came to mind, though. Clearly, this guy could take as much impact as his ice shell could dish out. He sloughed off the shattered pseudo fist and rapidly formed another from the frosty air.  “Punches no good huh? Well, lets see how you deal with hugs!” Roger surged forward arms out, attempting to grab the little metal pipsqueak, or failing that, simply belly flop on top of him.


Around the perimeter of the room the drones quietly recorded the fight, analyzing Red’s movements and powers, calculating countermeasures. From his hiding place in the coatroom, an old man sat on the floor watching avidly through a fiber optic prehensile spy cam. Quietly, he mutters to himself, “Yeah! Get him, kill the icy little agrammatical prick!”


A sheet of metal blocked Roger’s advance with a resounding thud. In its haste to be made, it was on the thinner side, leaving an indentation of the man for Red to see.


“Oh...Oh okay, now that’s actually a happy accident...Just uh...Hold on for a sec? Gotta get a clear picture of this…” he mumbled, retrieving his phone from his coat pocket and switching to camera mode.


“So Tiny? You can’t seriously expect me to think you came up with this brilliant plan on your own. Got any other toadies running around? Oh wait, what am I saying? Where’s your boss?”


“Rrrrraugh! I AM the boss you little metal pinprick! I chose this casino for revenge! Buncha punk kids from the school took me down here six years back! When they get here this time, things are gonna go DIFFERENT! ‘Til then, you can be the warm up round!”


Roger pulled back and swept forward and down with both arms as fast as he could go. Not all that fast, to be sure, but this time, when his fists contacted the icy ground, it erupted forwards and outwards in a tidal wave of ice some thirty feet wide and almost a dozen feet high. It swept all furniture, bodies, and a number of hapless seniors from the room and ejected them forcibly through the wall of windows, along with a ton of broken glass. The metal framework for the glass buckled and bent outwards, and the ceiling above began to collapse in chunks, raining building materials and ductwork.


Sliding across, Eve raised her arms wide to catch as many of them as she could. She managed to dampen the fall of 3 of them before her generous behind reached ‘rock bottom’. Gently getting herself up from between the elderly.


So Red has learned two things about this individual. One, that he has an inferiority complex that is going to get exploited maliciously. And two, that his power is fucking annoying. For now, a plan was needed. Something cunning, something...Something….The fuck was he laying on? Red sat up from where he had been sent after the wall of icy fury carried him across the casino. He looked down at what he was laying on. Coins. Hundreds of them from the nearest slot machines.


That’ll work.


Roger crashed out through what little remained of the window wall in pursuit of his plaything. “You think you’ll get off so easy as that? I’m gonna freeze you and crush you and mount what’s left as a trophy!”


Jumping back to his feet, Red turned to face the bloated ice cube of a target.


“Eyy, Frosty. Wanna see something cool..?”


Eve adjusted her frequencies and grabbed the bad guy in a virtual fist of white noise.


“Freeze!”  Quite literally, Roger stood frozen in place. Eve approached him but kept a safe distance. She brought her hands together, forming a “gun” with her fingers and pointing it at the giant ice cube in front of her. “You’ve got the right to… WHOOPS!” A big chunk of the iceman’s ice just threw itself off his body. “Police brutality! BANG! BANG!” More chunks flew off Roger.


Roger was stunned. He’d thought he was invulnerable. Invincible! And here he was getting peeled like an onion. His ice shell had not been this thin in at least a decade, even when those punk AEGIS kids had set him on fire six years ago. He looked down at himself. He could actually see his flesh showing through the ice! He’d forgotten that he was naked under the ice…


“I surrender!” He shouted. “Please don’t strip me down in public. Mercy! I’ll be good. I’ll go back to jail. Just… leave me some dignity?”


Red slouched forward slightly, seeing that the guy was basically just a paper tiger. It figured that no matter how it went, he never got to have his own fun.


Still, seeing how easily Eve got through his ‘armor’, what Red had in store would have killed the poor guy.


“Whelp. That was….Anticlimactic.”


In the interest of decency, Eve ‘borrowed’ concrete from what was left of the fountain to make a makeshift holding cell for what was left of the ice man. Because, really, nobody wanted to see that.  Up the street, she spies her brother in a plow truck leading a convoy of red and blue lights. A job well done, with clean up crew already on the way! Regardless of how Red felt about it, she’d take anticlimactic over horrific casualties any day.


A half a block away in the opposite direction, Aaron steps from 108 to Mars to the street. He immediately falls on his face. “Gah. Don’t remember getting this dizzy in the glory days… am I that old, or just that out of practice? Oh, hey, ice. That could be it.” Carefully, he rises to his feet and makes his way over to the clear path at the middle of the street. As he hoofs it toward the casino, he makes a mental note to thank Eve later. He’d never have made it past the ice without her. Speaking of which, she and Red seem to have the perpetrator well in hand with rescue services on the way from up the street. Whoever thought of bringing a plow truck? Brilliant. Nothing left now, but to compare notes before facing the press. Probably best to let Eve do that…


Meanwhile, in the coat check room, the old man watches through a tapped city traffic cam. ”Awww. How cute! They think it is over.” Another small spider droid emerges from his sleeve, and he speaks rapidly to it in gibberish. It throws a salute and skitters off toward the still quiescent combat drones in the lobby. ”Oh no, my friends. This battle is only just beginning!”

 

[Gus]

Dr D and the Drones


Roger was finished, and good riddance. He had served his purpose however, in exposing the heroes of 108 for attack. He had drawn them into the open, made them display their powers, and bought time for analysis and last minute adjustments to battle programming. This was going to be epic.


Four drones erupted through the sagging roof of the casino, seizing the high ground. Four more crashed through the one pristine window on the north side of the building and came around for a flank attack. A split second behind the first two groups, a third formation of four drones came rocketing out through the hole Roger had left. The group in the air dropped a pattern of a dozen small black capsules that began emitting massive chaotic sonic pulses halfway to the ground. Far beyond merely rendering speech impossible, they shattered windows all up and down the street. About 10 feet from the ground, they hovered, buoyed up by the sheer force of the noise. The street directly underneath them began to liquify, reshaped in similar ways to what Eve herself could do, but with more brute force, and far less control. The group emerging in frontal assault opened up on Red with what appeared to be miniguns. The projectiles however were not bullets. They were instead spraying the metal man and his general vicinity with low velocity, high mass, magnetic limpet mines. The tremendous magnetic force they exerted pulled them toward anything metallic or conductive: Cars, lamp posts, power lines, cybernetic arms, anything with loosely bound valence electrons, including a few of the sonic capsules. What ever they hit, they stuck to, hard. The flanking group also focused on Ward.. Bathing the area in low frequency lasers to ionize the atmosphere between him and them, they flooded the ion channels with hundreds of coulombs of charge. Dropping through a potential of tens of thousands of volts, the charge had enough juice to go almost anywhere. But you know what they say about electricity: it will always find the easiest path to ground. And few things have less resistance than ionized air.


Almost as an afterthought, one of the drones hovering above the fray, observing the results of the sonic, magnetic and electrical bombardment below, launches a bulky looking missile toward Aaron Mallory, still doggedly power walking up the street. He looks up as it rockets towards him and raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Really? A missile, for me?”


@DeKay @Zahzi

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter Red Ward
Location: The shattered remains of an overpriced casino
Nearby: Uncanny Valley [Eve] @DeKay


Doctor Dick [Doctor D]


Snorlax [Aaron] @Gus
Disposition: Oh no. My one weakness. My one vulnerability that I have done NOTHING in life to prepare for...


...


What on EARTH could I do, seeing as these drones are completely non-metal thanks to environmental cucks...?


...


Oh right. I actually know what the fuck I'm doing.


As the drones surrounded Red, he watched and paid attention to their hardware. Someone had done their homework it seemed. There was a nerd out there that needed to be stuffed in a locker later. He would make sure of it.


"What, you think I was prepared to believe the Hicksicle was in charge here!?" he barked out, a grin from ear to ear as all around him the ground seemed to shake from an immense force.


"You did a shit job hiding your cameras!" he roared as the floor behind him, facing the electricity-armed drones. a massive wall of copper lined with iron blocked their view of Red, not only blocking it, but became the most conductive and magnetically attracting object on the block. All of the mines went from making a b-line for Red to that wall when he completely disengaged his own galvanization. He fell onto the ground, sitting down with the grin still on his face as all the mines slammed onto the copper wall. A metallic groan echoed through the casino as the wall folded itself inward like a roll of newspaper before it swung at the group behind him, sending the drones through the building's foundation with a resounding thud. It remained held there, jutting above the now-liquefying road. A few of the sonic capsules were caught in the magnetic wave...Along with a few other things.


"Wait for it...."


A grinding sound as abandoned vehicles were being caught in the wave as well..


"Waaaaait for iiiiiit......"


...A bus.


The roll of metallic doom was then swung toward the drones up front. It was nowhere close to connecting, but that wasn't the point here. following the electrified pillar was a slew of flying vehicles that flew over the heads of the fleeing civilians and straight at the unfortunate bots. The cars rained down upon the scene around them, keeping them from moving out of danger. There was a pause.


"....Where's the-"


The bus flew over his head, snagging a demented-looking cat inflatable from the front and right into the gap the cars had left for it.


"......There's a pun here, but its beneath me."

 

[Malikai]

Jeremiah "JJ" Johnson
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Location: Facility 108 Hallways
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Mentioned: @Lioness075 @Necessity4Fun
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Mood: Embarrassed/Awe
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Putting his hands in what was left of his jacket's pockets Jeremiah stood very embarrassed in front of the person he had just bumped into.  Not only had he bumped into somebody he didn't know, not only were they injured, not only was he new to this place... he had no idea why he was even here.  As he thought it over in his head, Jeremiah realized more and more how stupid of an idea it was for him to be here.  This had become especially obvious after she, Jeremiah was fairly sure it was a 'she', announced that classes were cancelled for today.  After realizing that he was standing still without even responding Jeremiah finally spoke up, "Hello..."  Well that is how you start conversations, Jeremiah thought, "My name is JJ.  I'm a new student here at the facility and... I guess I was lost.  That is until I was just told classes were cancelled for today."  Jeremiah leaned against the wall, a sigh escaping his lips, So much for being able to introduce myself.  Would have liked my first meeting with somebody to be under better conditions.  After realizing that Jeremiah was still near somebody he snapped out of his thoughts, "So then, wha-"  Before he could even finish that sentence he heard the loud noise of somebody using a megaphone outside the building.  


After listening to the voice that echoed through the hallways of the building Jeremiah had two horrible thoughts run through his head.  The first was, The Haywood family?  Aren't they just another rich family that sits on their ass and doesn't bother to help out with people who need it?  The next was, This seems like a matter for heroes, not somebody like me.  Realizing that it was a kid who was speaking out about this, a kid who was attempting to get somebody to come and help his parents made Jeremiah realize something, I'm supposed to be a hero now.  When people need help, I'm the one who needs to help now.  I can't just sit by or run away from a fight anymore.  I need to intervene.  Without thinking of his lack of training or his complete inexperience in the duties of Facility 108 Jeremiah had already decided that he should help out and try to save this kid's parents.  Turning to face the person he just met he gave a quick smile to her, "Sorry to have run into you and then dash off, but I think this kind of situation involves us."  Jeremiah ran through the hallways of the school and back outside, making his way from the doorway to the parking lot in just under a minute.


Jeremiah looked around and spotted the small boy in blue, Boy in blue, kind of like the-not the time.  Shaking his head he walked over to where the kid was standing and stopped right in front of him.  Taking a deep breath to calm himself he prepared to address a person that lived a completely different social situation then him for his whole life.  This was a person that was completely different from him, the complete opposite spectrum of the poverty line.  Somebody who probably had never experienced the pain of having to choose whether to spend money on water or food for the day.  Finally, Jeremiah spoke to this opposite pole of a person, "Hey,"  Jeremiah really wanted to punch himself right now, Looks like I'm two for two.  Hopefully I'll be able to say two words by the next time I have to introduce myself, "I heard your message.  I'm here to help out."  Jeremiah gave a smile, not realizing the horrible situation he was putting himself into.  What he did realize however was that Kendrick was a lot taller in person.  In fact, much taller.  If Jeremiah were to think specifics he might guess one foot and two inches, and he would be wrong.  Jeremiah stared up at him in slight wonder, Huh, tall.  That or I'm short... Yeah I like to think positively.

 

[Lioness075]

Samantha 'Sam' Casan
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Location: Facility 108 Hallways --> Bakery
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Tagged: @Kingmalikai (Jeremiah) --> @welian (Morgan), @Musician (Jennifer), @Zahzi (Jordan), @ViAdvena (Mary), @KingHink (John and Moufinz), @Captain Hesperus (Jessica)
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Mood: Irritated
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Sam rolled her eyes at the new guy, more so pleased to know that she was no longer the new student here. At least, not the newest one.


Hearing him finally speak up, Sam raised an eyebrow, as he trailed off and then began stammering through a rather one-sided conversation. Crossing her arms over her chest, Sam responded, "I think you're being new is blatantly obvious at this point, dude." Not bothering to introduce herself, Sam paused at the same time as JJ when some kid spoke up with a megaphone not far from outside of the Facility.


Not at all caring to go help anyone, especially someone she didn't even know, Sam remained where she was while JJ hurried off to act like a hero. 


Scoffing to herself, Sam muttered underneath her breath, "Try-hard," before heading outside.


Since she could care less about the kid and his parent problems, Sam walked away from JJ and the kid. After making her way to the street nearby, Sam hailed a cab before beginning her short journey to the nearby bakery. She'd taken time out of her day, early on even, to figure out where the nicest and nearest bakery was in town. If there was one thing Sam couldn't resist, it was freshly baked goods to enjoy, especially during the weekends when she'd basically spend all of her time in her apartment. She still hadn't gotten around to making many, if any, friends here.


Once she arrived at the bakery, Sam paused outside when she noted several others inside. It seemed she hadn't timed it well this time around and had arrived during the busier hours.


Sighing, Sam headed inside regardless, intent on getting some fresh bagels and maybe even a baguette.

 

[lazee]

Klaus vos Scheiffer
Location: Baltimore Park


Mood: I am being oppressed and discriminated against.




Tags: @St Stare @DamagedGlasses @RemainingQuestions @Meredith @Teh Frixz






It was good to be free again. As cool as the glass prison had been, Klaus didn't feel right being a jailbird. Confinement made him depressed more than anything and God have mercy, who knows how much his family missed him! Words failed to explain how much this poor little murderous German wanted to go home and see the family again, but such an act was just too predictable. Klaus had to assume that the shadowy hand of the law at the very least planted hidden cameras within his residence. Family reunion would thus have to wait.



No one recognized him, so so far, it was good. Everyone went about their business without knowing that a prison escapee was watching them. And would it be their business even if they knew? But Klaus saw a subtle shift in the parkgoers. One young boy who looked so preppy he could puke seemed to usher people away from the vicinity. And wouldn't you know it, Urial was walking up to him, that son of a bitch.


You'd think they had a clairvoyant among them. No way he was that visible.


Regardless, Klaus let the dog approach him and didn't make an effort to immediately run away.


"I'm only here because it's convenient, Urial." He sat down, leaning against the tree trunk. "My house is probably bugged and who knows if my family actually wants to see me again." If Klaus didn't know any better, he almost sounded like he was garnering sympathy, but surely a man like him wouldn't do such a thing! "I'm not here to kill anyone. Yet. So rest easy."

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Oliver McGenty


Location: Park.


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


Mood: Pondering. Perceiving. Surprise. Exasperation. Calm. Sharp. Blunt. Successful. Determined. Patient.


OOC: Oliver begins to realize he is a few puzzle pieces shy of any actual picture in this situation, sees the volunteer Super getting ready for a fight instead of helping people out of the park, and has a close encounter with a tired, suspicious mother. Things are looking up!


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          


Oliver was beginning to think he was only looking at half a picture, as he watched the oddly equipped dog stand there near the tree. It didn’t move or make any kind of sounds of distress, which was good, but Oliver couldn’t exactly tell if anything truly was the matter, with it being an animal and all. The voice from before, however, had changed. There was still murderous intent, but it seemed to be snuffed out, however slightly. Was it because of the dog? The voice seemed quite focused on the dog’s presence, even giving a name. Urial.


The voice sounded tired.


However, Oliver was not a forgetful man. Maybe he didn’t know what exactly was going on or why the park was the place the voice had chosen to come to, but he did know one thing. This voice, however tired it sounded, was willing to attack earlier. It played at the idea, suspiciously wondering if anyone had seen it. Oliver had even deciphered some mentions of his own movements from the voice, his efforts at evacuating the effort obviously being detected sooner or later. Yet, the voice made no move to begin the attack, but there was always that “maybe”. Why was the voice so worried? Why did it not want to be seen and still consider a fight to be worthy of public appearance?


Oliver shook his head of such thoughts as he neared the next family. Tapping the middle aged looking woman, time having conceded years in return for appearance, Oliver looked around and noticed something unexpected. Sarah, the girl who had offered her help, was just standing their, seemingly having walked off to help, but only moving enough to close in on the area surrounding the dog and the voice.


He hadn’t been asking for help in a fight with the voice! He had wanted help for evacuation!


Oliver was broken out of his thoughts as he finally felt the tugging at his shirt sleeve.


“-cuse me, do you need something or not?”


From the look of annoyance in the woman’s eyes, this hadn’t been her first attempt to regain Oliver’s attention. Silently pondering what to do for just a moment, giving the woman just enough time to open her mouth for another question, Oliver interrupted, “Ah, yes, I’m very sorry. Ma’am, I’m afraid there is a situation going on that requires your immedia-”


“Situation!? What kind of situation?”


Oliver looked at her in surprise as she broke into his repeated mantra of the day. He had forgotten about the temperament of some people when disturbed. As Oliver noticed the heads of the families around him turning towards him and loud woman, Oliver was also reminded about how people loved to take an interest at horrible times.


Trying to disarm the woman with a smile, Oliver tried again, “Well, you see, ma’am, the situation involves a dangerous situation with two or more supers fighting in the area. Evacuating the area is extremely...suggested.”


Oliver weakly let the last word fall on deaf ears as the woman looked more and more fed up.


“This is a prank, isn’t it? I’ve seen you walking around, thinking no one sees what you're up too! People getting up and walking away when you talk to them, it's rediculous. What're you playing at!?”


Oliver shook his head, “Ma’am, please liste-”


“Stop calling me that! I’m not that old!”


Oliver narrowed his eyes and dropped his smile just a tad, “Alright, sure. Lady, if you stay here, you’ll die. You have kids with you? They’ll die too. Bring the family pet? He’ll end up in the same state as you will be. Dead! I’m trying to help you out here so this park doesn’t have to rename itself in memorial to your stupidity. Believe this is a prank, call the cops, I don’t care. I called them myself just a few moments ago.”


The woman looked shocked and pale. Some of the families close enough to hear the muttered conversation moved away, and an even fewer amount began to make the trek away from the park entirely.


Oliver looked at the woman earnestly for a moment, “Just please, if you’re up there shouting at policemen about my prank, then that will be a million times better than any kind of alternative that I can think of if you. Stay. In. This. Park.”


Oliver didn’t even know this person’s name. That was his last thought as he finished wasting his precious moments. Well, not exactly wasting. From what he could hear coming from the woman, she was definitely stressed out about something and looking for her children to take home. Whether it was the impending danger or Oliver, it didn’t change that she was one more success. Even if her annoying thoughts about leg pain were muddled about in the mix of seriously important worries.



Oliver continued his trek, waiting for whatever hell planned to let loose.

 

[yoikes]

Tomoko Sato



Mood: Helpful


Location: Facility 108


Tag:  @Necessity4Fun @KingHink @Gus  @Bag o Fruit @Zahzi


The moment no one took immediate notice of them or Erika's question, Tomoko could understand that it is like they have arrived at a bad time. Everyone looked a little bit of restless, and she could feel the tension in the air. Especially from Erika-neesan. Is she hiding something from her, just so she's not scared or worried? The girl tugged her hand to show her curiosity and protest, but before Erika-neesan could tell her anything a teenage boy with a conductor hat appeared and started speaking- shouting.


Kendrik Haywood, the boy introduced himself, then went straight to the problem: His parents. A hostage situation, a possible kidnapping. A jailbreak? asking- pleading? for help. He sounded so desperate, Tomoko sensed like he knew that he couldn't do it alone and need help. A plenty of help.


Tomoko tugged her guardian's hand harder, to draw her attention back to her.


"Nee-san, i want to help him." Tomoko stared at her, and gives the older girl her still half full cup of chocolate. When Tomoko gives up her snacks, she means business. Erika knew it, that's why she frowned at her. "His parents... Onegai, Tomoko... Tomoko wa... Kendrik-niisan o tasuketai! (Please, Tomoko.... Tomoko.... want to help Kendrik!)"


"Dame!! " (No!!)" Erika lashed out, but she quickly contained herself. Tomoko startled by it, as she is rarely yelled at. Being yelled means whatever she about to do is something very wrong, very concerning. The girl shut her mouth, she doesn't want to cause a scene. Erika sighed, and gave her a sorry look before taking out her phone and started dialing a number. The moment her call is answered, Erika shoved the paper cup of chocolate back to her and took a bit of a walk away. Something important, important enough to leave her unsupervised...

 

[Aldur]

Eve Knox
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@Gus @Zahzi
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Drones. Red had gotten a big chunk of their numbers, but there were still many circling around. A dozen black capsules were dropped and they started "screaming". She took a step back and concentrated towards them. She focused the sound waves into backfiring, quickly crushing the capsules. She would return her gaze towards the bigger drones, who were brandishing miniguns. After witnessing Red's massive retaliation she assumed they were prepared to fire. 
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"HEY, RED! Get down!"
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Eve quickly enclosed Red in a human-sized pyramid with thick walls as to stop the bullets. She would do the same for her, but half-way through she felt a small object push against her forehead forcefully. Her head immediately recoiled back and took Eve's body with it. She fell against one of the pyramid's walls and then ricocheted down between the walls. After a brief pause, they continued to form the whole pyramid. To whoever was watching, it is highly apparent that Eve has been mortally wounded and perhaps killed, meaning that the further movement of the pyramid's walls "would" be controlled by someone else.(Hint, hint)
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