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  • The city was disgusting, they passed several tent cities that seemed to have a population of at least a hundred. Scourge’s lumbering form behind her was a welcome comfort that shielded her from the true underbelly of the city. It had been so easy when Cro had picked her up and spirited her way into the European underground. Even though she was a fully accomplished tinker in her own right, capable of raining death on most of the Soviet nation, she couldn’t help but feel like a small child in certain situations. She walked with purpose and knew exactly where she was going, but there was still a nagging worry in the back of her mind.

    “What a pitiable place,”

    Lilian’s gait slowed until Scourge was right behind her, “It is… A true trash heap.” The darker part of the city of Angels was uncomfortably familiar to the Banlieue she’d escaped from only years prior. Shaking her head she dismissed her worries, as a Hero and Villain, she set herself up to transcend such frivolous concerns. Her eyes settled on a bush only half concealing a sleeping bag occupied by a grime-covered man. “A place to be recycled and repurposed perhaps, but not today.” Watching the street, she chose an appropriate vehicle and walked into the middle of the road as it turned the corner.

    The owner of the van pressed on the car’s horn and held it while they leaned out of the van, “Yo, what the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” The middle-aged owner of the car looked like he might actually run her over if she didn't get out of the way soon enough.

    Reaching into her coat Lilian produced a clip of money and her phone, then she thumbed out ten hundred dollar bills. “Take me and my associate to this cafe,” She pointed to a dot on her phone’s GPS, “There are a thousand dollars in it for you.”

    “Shit that’s three times what I would’ve made today, get in.”

    The van was fairly roomy, but… She looked at Scourge and the backseat, there was no way he was going to fit in there. Just how did this giant get around normally and how had Vicki gotten him here last time? “Open the trunk,” She hooked her thumb back at Scourge, “Brutus fold the backseat down and get in the back.”

    The driver’s face got several shades paler as he watched the massive suited man approach his vehicle. Carting him around was different than getting paid a dime to drive an attractive businesswoman to a cafe. Regardless he reached down and pulled the lever that opened the back of the van. Lilian opened the passenger door and got in the car. She thumbed out another ten bills and rested her elbow on the door while leaning her chin on her fist, “I’ll pay you double if you get us there in ten minutes.”

    “It’s twenty minutes away, that impo-.”

    “Triple. That should cover any tickets for speeding or running red lights. If the police get involved you can use my firm’s lawyer, no charge.”

    “Well… Since you asked nicely.”
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Vic gave Ezra a flat look before she gestured him to follow with a cock of her head. She was about to spirit away with him when Richard brought her attention to her ‘paparazzi’. Yeah, yeah, she knew they were taking photos, that’s why she was dipping. She flung an obligatory glance towards the subjects of Richard’s attention and… huh. No. Different guys. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and bristled. Her lackadaisical attitude visibly dropped.

“No…” she responded to Chizuki, dragging out the word. “Not from over here. OI!” Her voice raised suddenly in a bark. Paparazzi were like roaches. They scattered at loud noises and turning on the kitchen light. But these three didn’t scatter. Worst case scenarios started to tickle the back of her mind, goaded on by the paranoia of her company. Had STAs tracked her here? Were they about to make another attempt on their runaway talent?

A controlled wind picked up around her. Her clothes and hair swayed like she was on a clothesline, while everything else on the street remained still.

“I don’t think they're mine,” she murmured, then gestured to Ezra and turned the ‘passive-aggressive charms’ full force to hide her nerves. “Yours? Stressed-out undertakers about to be out of a job if they don’t get zombie boy back in the box.” She liked her new speculation better. She glanced Ezra’s way to check how much he didn’t. Then she turned it onto Richard. “What about you, left behind any grieving, vengeful friends and family lately?”

Chizuki’s return took Vic aback. That really was a quick minute. Vic had barely registered she’d been gone and now she had a different fit. She tried to not let this distract her from keeping her eyes on the trio across the street. “That’s wizard. Why are your feet out?”

The mystery behind that choice had to be put aside for later, as that’s when the trio made their move. Vic’s wind picked up. Shit, shit, shit. Maybe Chizuki was onto something because she was not ready for a fight in these heels –

The winds fell like a dead audience in the face of Team Rocket. In Pistolero’s bloodshot, dilated eyes, she saw herself.

“PFT-” without warning she doubled over with a snort. Vic over-corrected herself back up in hysterics. “Holy shit – Alright, man, yeah! Bring us to justice. What the hell.” She recovered enough to take off her trenchcoat and loop it over an arm, then looked over her shoulder at the others to point at the peacekeepers – ‘you seeing this?’. The sunglasses did little to hide the delight in her eyes. “Aha... You guys have fun. Come on, Ezra.”

Vic shook her head laughing and moved to walk past their accosters.
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Skidrow, California: March 20th, 2045, morning.
“Brutus fold the backseat down and get in the back.”

"UHHHH...Yes, Emma Ma'am. RIGHT away, Ma'am," Scourge responded, in a slow, frothing voice that parodied his own. The big green zombie took a step inside, and in an instant, the back of the van sank with a grating creak, deep enough to jerk the front-side upwards, its wheels six inches from the earth.

He sat quietly in the back, then shuffled forward to unburden the van. His shades masked much - but not all - of the leering, inhuman yellow of his eyes, threatening the driver by their mere presence. Not that the latter needed it, with the kind of cash Lilian proposed. Scourge's cheeks rose with an amused mile. Was she that desperate, or simply, filthy rich?

A ten-minute long cacophony of blaring horns and screeching wheels ensued, set to near-misses, close-swerves, and highly illegal U-turns. Scourge steadied himself with his palms against the van walls, his shades dangling by the spikes of his mask. The momentary fear that flashed over his eyes narrowed into a wicked, slanted smirk as every sight and sound of the chaos registered through his senses and pumped adrenaline throughout his body. “HA HA HA HA! Yeeeees. YES. Faster, FASTER!”

Trash cans tumbled like bowling pins. Hoodlums leapt out of the way. Sparks flew as the van scraped against narrow alley walls, until Skid Row was a recent memory, and palm trees loomed over them against clear blue skies.

Los Angeles, California: March 20th, 2045, morning.
The van screeched to a stop at their destination. Scourge’s cackles subsided into shoulder-rocking chuckles, and he bumped his fist against the driver’s chair. “WELL DONE, Driver!” A light tap for Scourge, but one that tossed the latter forehead-first against the horn. “I’d tip ya, except I’m broke,” Scourge said - rather casually - and exited. A thud and another shriek of the wheel later, and Scourge and Lilian found themselves back on their feet, with the cafe just down the street. He hunched forward with his hands in his pockets, in an effort to make himself seem as small and subtle as he could... a futile effort, really.

”Right behind ya, Emma. HEH,” Scourge beckoned her to lead, mentally patting himself on the back for remembering their cover.
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Kindle stood at the precipice. Naught but a keycode and a hidden door between her and freedom. She could get out... even the amalgam-psychic would have trouble navigating the the labyrinth in the five floors between them. The probability that they could get there fast enough to even catch a glimpse of her tails as she sauntered away was unlikely. Why hesitate now?

They cage us unjustly. Treat us like monsters.

This wasn't the time to be hung up on petty grievances. There was a job to be doing. Going back to exact a little quick vengeance would put them all at risk needlessly. If they incapacitated Kindle, there was nobody else to take the wheel. Kindle balled up her fists, crumpling the note Peter had given her. Her sharp nails bit into the flesh of her palms.

They hurt Bubbzie.

The cost... in a world bereft of all but the scarcest traces of Mana, recovering her strength would be much more difficult... Blood dripped down her fingers and spattered on the floor.

When I put her to sleep... she was crying.
Shouldn't they have to pay for what they've done?

We're supposed to save these animals? Show them compassion? Mercy? While they twist our kindness to suit their selfishness, and fail to keep even the most basic promise to not be massive assholes?? The Oath Breakers could pay back the deficit with their souls. Kindle spun on her heels, her tails snapping angrily. As the fog swallowed her, dark shapes of spindly limbs and far too many silver eyes peeled out of her shadow and flanked her on either side.

Something had changed. The whole mood shifted from eerie mischief to malicious terror. Sebastian hunkered under a desk, chiding himself for feeling like a frightened child. They were still recovering from being thrashed about by that Tiger when the fog hit. He had the world's best training, graduated top of his class. He was supposed to be cream of the crop; a fearless warrior, and here he was hiding under office furniture from the malicious giggling of an anime character. It wasn't right. He held his breath as a mote of FoxFire drifted past.

Eeeeny Meeeany Miney Moe
Catch a Tiger by the Toe...
If She Cries the Fox Begins
Ţ̴̡̮̅̏o̵̘̍̚͝ ̶̯̤͙́M̷͕̼̹̌̿ȃ̷͈̦͈̌k̴͉̮͊͒̽e̴̠̬͉͒ ̵̡̓̍͛Y̴̲͓͑͌o̵̯̻̦͒u̷̹͆̉͋ ̴̜̻̤̎P̵̡̺͎͘a̵̠̔͑̓͜y̵͚̐̕ ̵͙̲̅̿͆ͅF̸̨̋o̴̞̥̪̽͂r̴̜̂̅̌͜ ̷̱̏̔A̴̻̍̌̒l̵̿̄ͅl̶̟͓̙̾̄͠ ̶̱͇͂͑ͅỴ̶̝͆ơ̵̬͑̍u̶̧͕͕͋͒͝r̸͇̍ ̵͖̟̣͌S̶̮͋̾͆I̵̱͚̋̋̒N̴̺͍͋̕͝S̴̥͇̲͗

The mote whipped suddenly around a corner, moving with a purpose. The dull thud of the explosion resonated through the concrete, chased by a flash of blue light in the fog and the horrid screaming of someone burning alive. He'd watched that unnatural hell-fire consume two of his squad-mates. Nothing put it out. The extinguishers did nothing. Rolling just spread the flames, and whatever they used to try and smother it just caught fire until the victim was a twisted mass of charred bone and melted flesh. He shivered, unable to get the pleading of his comrades to just make it stop out of his head.

Then there were the creatures. Spindly... spider-like hulks of living shadow covered in shimmering silver eyes. He thought they were just illusions at first: According to the information that had trickled down from an Operator outside the fog they were dealing with some kind of Fox-Witch... a Thinker? Couldn't trust your eyes. But these... things were real. They had weight: cracked the concrete, smashed through doors and furniture and dragged men into threshing maws to be torn asunder. Could illusions do that?? Not to mention the way the space twisted and warped. He knew the layout of this facility like the back of his hand: he could navigate it with his eyes closed but things weren't where they were supposed to be, and no matter which direction he ran, he seemed to end up running in circles. It was maddening. Sebastian flinched as something creeped around the corner and he leveled his rifle at it.

"Flash?!" The figure flinched in return.

"Uh, Thunder!" Sebastian lowered his rifle, heaving a sigh of barely contained relief.

"Welcome. God get into cover, you're gonna draw them here!" he seethed. The figure shuffled over quietly and hunkered under the desk, slapping him with that I-know-something-you-don't-know grin. It was Frank. They'd been Friends Since Highschool. They're Basically Inseparable, and the Rest of the Squad Often Joked They Were A Couple. "What's so fucking funny?!"

"I figured it out."


"I. Figured. It. Out," Frank smirked. Sometimes he was Infuriatingly Clever.

"Well? Spill it!"

"They're illusions... not the fire, the fire is fucked up, don't touch the fire," he shuddered. "No, no... the creatures. They're illusions, they can't hurt you," he explained.

"That. Is a load of bullshit. I saw one break down a door, smash an oak desk and tear Sergei apart like a poorly sewn rag doll, if that's what your plan hinges on-"

"Wait wait, hear me out. It's not enough to be told they're not real, you have to believe it," he said earnestly. "The fire is still a hazard, and I been wandering around in circles for Gods knows how long, but I'm not afraid of the critters anymore. Killed one... you can kill them Sea-Bass!"

"We... if this is true we need to get to a slate... or a terminal or something and let people know!"

"Oh fuck, what is that?" Frank flinched. A pair of silhouettes rounded the corner... this was a busy intersection for some reason.

"Flash?! Flash?!!" They pointed their rifles. The figures paused for an agonizing moment. Silver eyes snapped open. First two, then six. Twelve. Big and small, between mouths, and teeth. They snarled and lunged. Sebastian clamped his finger down on the trigger in a moment of panic and unloaded the entire magazine into the creatures. They shrieked and wailed as they were riddled and finally slumped to the ground. Sebastian let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I got them!"

"You sure did," she grinned behind him, silhouetted by the flickering lights. Sebastian swallowed as ice water spilled down his back. Every hair on his arms and neck was standing on end. His eyes flicked down to the creatures sprawled out on the ground in front of him. The lights flickered, and they were wearing SINS uniforms. He couldn't breathe. Get a grip. It's not real. Is it? Rifle's empty. He spun around, sidearm out, but she was already on him frighteningly fast. Her nails bit into his neck. A tail lashed out and knocked the pistol from his grip as he squeezed a round off clumsily. She hissed, driving her fist into his solar plexus. The combat knife he had managed to draw out of its thigh sheath clattered to the ground.

The Fox kissed him roughly. There was no tenderness or warmth... it was the kind of kiss you give someone when you're taking something away. Fire erupted in his lungs, and the color drained from his skin and hair. All the strength left his body in a luminous blue mist from his lips to hers and as the darkness closed in around him, she let him flop roughly to the floor like discarded laundry. She kneeled over him with that grin, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

"Did that feel nice? Knowing the last thing you did was murder people who trusted you?" She rested a hand on his head, and he felt his body rise up with zombie-like vigor, supported by the living shadows that swallowed him, and illuminated by the silver eyes that opened all over his skin. "Do you relish the fact... that you will get to watch helplessly as people you trusted gun you down like an infected monster?" She giggled, though her voice lacked mirth. It was cold. It made his skin crawl as he lumbered off into the darkness, in search of more Agents presumably. More people were coming, right? Someone would save him... right?

"Fllaaahhhhssh," the creature moaned... in concert with the skittering shapes that formed up alongside him as he lumbered back through the facility towards the ballast door.

"Shouldn't have made my sister cry..." she said, tilting her head after him. As the lights flickered she vanished into the void.
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While he was a bit bummed that everyone seemed to gloss over the fact that he openly referred to himself as a member of the living dead, Ezra was more then happy to follow Vic's lead and see where this latest adventure took him. Up until the mention of paparazzi. He blinked in confusion. Was somebody here famous? Granted there wasn't any way Ezra would be able to know that even with his time on the internet. but everyone was now very focused on a group of three nearby. He took the moment to get a grasp on the situation and take note of his present company. Mostly so he didn't miss any social cues or get the wrong impression.

Richard he couldn't get a solid read on, Chizuki Seemed more curious if anything. Vic however had lost her previous mood. Which was enough to make Ezra be more aware of what was going on. He hung behind Vic for the time being when she motioned to him. "Yours? Stressed-out undertakers about to be out of a job if they don’t get zombie boy back in the box.”
Ezra cackled a bit at that. "Nope. Unless they are some interns picking up the slack for ol' Igor." He made the p in Nope pop a bit to illustrate the point further.

The mystery of who the trio were was not very long lived when they went into their . . . "Introduction." A part of Ezra really wanted to laugh. And he really wanted to. But a larger part of him just thought the display was rather . . . pathetic? No there was a word for this he picked up online.
was it Cringe? Yes, that was it. These three were very cringe. even still, a rather loud snort did escape him. He Followed after Vic when she started to walk past the odd bunch. When they were closer, he leaned over to Vic. "I think they forgot where their filming set was or something." His statement wasn't meant to be quiet and could probably be heard by the others at the café table still.

Despite the casual air Vic had given the situation, Ezra's instincts made him begin to wrap his body under his cloths with wire and slowly charge up his wire bound hands in his pockets. Had to be something Widget told him when he started running errands for him. Something something Super powered police?

. . . Eh, probably not important if he couldn't remember.

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With the barest of nods, Moore approves her request to chase down the bastards. Avery grins, turning her attention to the hallway that stretched out before her. The muscles in her leg tense and she feels the familiar adrenaline she gets when she uses her powers. She can see an eager neon outline tracing the edges of her body and vision as she lurches forward and-


Avery's vision fills up with a bright light as if she just got flashbanged. Her foot finds no purchase on the ground and gravity seems unusually heavy. The voice fills her line of sight and head with cotton, and her body sags deep under the covers. She's out before she hits the ground.

Avery finds herself lying face-down on the ground, limbs splayed about. Her whole body aches like a nasty bruise, head particularly bad. She tastes the familiar metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She groans and pushes herself upright, moving slowly like an old man with arthritis until she settles herself in a seated position with her legs crossed. She finds that her nose and ears have a stream of drying blood running from them. She wets her dry lips with her tongue. When Moore calls for her, she replies with a casual three-fingered wave and a hoarse, "'Ere."

As the Sybil Sisters gave their report, Avery slowly took to getting her shit together. She stood up, dusted off her clothes, ran a hand through her hair, did some quick stretches, and generally willed the pain to dull to a manageable level.

"Congrats ladies, you're now part of the upper echelons of SINS and know as much about Peter Radovan as I do."

"Great." Avery groaned as she feels the crunch from her spine as she twists her body.

Avery paused mid-high elbow stretch once she caught sight of the dog, completely foregoing anything else to kneel down and pet the old boy. Between coos and licks, she felt Cadence's attention go to her and looks towards her. “Let’s blitz these animals and wrap this up in time for endless sushi.”

"Oh fuck yeah, I could totally go for some salmon nigiri and gyoza. One of you guys gotta pay though."

Before she could get ready to sprint off again, Moore collects them once more: "Not to put a damper on your eagerness ladies, but please don't bring the whole thing down. Doesn't matter if Douglas MacNamara does things that way, I'd rather avoid destruction of facilities, or loss of life." She pauses, an odd sense of respect blooms in the back of her mind. She files it away for later.

"We'll be going in together. Ready?"

What do you mean, together? Avery's always done this type of shit alone. It wouldn't hurt to have some backup, she supposes.

She's gone in a flash of ash green light, trailing away into the facility.

She slows down when she sees weird, spindly shadows casted from around a corner, having decided to do the uncharacteristic thing of not-charging-in-without-thinking since she's already doing the uncharacteristic thing of working-with-people.

She foregoes the uncharacteristic thing of being-subtle, though.

"Oi! We got somethin' here!" Avery calls back into the hallway from which she came, voice reverberating about the empty office halls. The shadows in front of her seem to shift with alien attention, spindly appendages reaching out into the hallway. Their shadowy masses are broken up with a starscape of eyes dotting their entire bodies. It gives her the heebie-jeebies.

One figure begins making its way towards her, feet dragging on the ground. Its form is humanoid, but it's drenched in an oozing shadow whose eyes twitch open with the other masses. It reaches an arm out, and in true zombie-fashion, groans out, "Flaaaa-"

In a flash of crimson, Avery teleports directly in front of the zombie. Her leg is raised high, and her momentum carries a heavy impact as she stomps him into the opposing wall of the hallway. She feels the crunch of its skull under her foot, and she pushes off as the creature sinks to the floor.

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  • "I could totally go for some salmon nigiri and gyoza. One of you guys gotta pay though."

    Anima grinned, "We'll go to Sushi Kaneyoshi, it'll be our treat. You've got to try their Fugu!"

    Sibyl took a moment to connect each of the SINS agents to the link. Now that they had a moment to orient themselves, it was impossible to ignore the extra sensory feedback coming from Avery. A whole new sense opened up around her and spiderwebbed out through the link. The agents formed up the rear of the formation as the group moved into the containment area. Avery sparked forward, leading the blitz. Cadence, Anima, and Emiri flew right behind her; they carried Moore and K-9 with them. Moore held himself fairly rigid as he flew, while the canine went limp and looked utterly nonplussed. Sophia and Danielle hung further back, running with the rest of the agents, the clicks of their boot heels sending up splashes of color noticeable only through Avery's enhanced senses.

    A flash of red alerted everyone that Avery had made contact with the enemy. Cadence landed behind her and spoke loudly, “If you see the Fox witch, leave her be. I’m making an executive decision until we are back in contact with the Director.” Emiri and Anima landed on either side of their sister. “There are too many variables here.”

    “Peter is supposed to be on the other side of the country, he orchestrated this to some degree. The breach that needs containment is him,”
    Cadence’s voice got louder, “Do you hear me Kitsune? I read the report on your arrest, as far as I’m concerned you did nothing wrong and were wrongly accosted. I'm exonerating you of all wrongdoing.” She shook her head as the rear flank caught up to them, “Snooping around where the Beast spawned, ‘highly suspicious’ was what they said in the report. To me, it sounds like you were looking for a way to hurt it. The enemy of my enemy…”

    ‘Keep moving,’ Sybil relayed the order as she sent out another wave of psychic echolocation. Where the hell was Peter going, and why? Were they using this breach as an excuse to break someone out? The psychic link highlighted the most direct route to who she assumed was Peter, Hudson, and Nina. Another SINS agent rounded the corner, he was wrapped in an illusion, some kind of large nebulous shadow that had arms that split into two separate forearms. He unloaded his gun into the group, bullets harmlessly being plucked out of the air by Sybil before they hurt anyone. Cadence added him to the link and cleared the illusion before continuing forward. As they moved through the facility, Anima and Emiri threw up telekinetic walls to block off the paths they weren't taking.
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  • Tik put a hand on Vicki’s shoulder, “I’m sorry Miss, but I’m afraid you’re a key witness in a crime and we’ll need to take your statement before we can let you leave.” In stark contrast to his words, Tik’s other hand was extending a copy of Vicki’s first album and a black sharpie to her.

    Tok for his part looked uneasy, there were suddenly a lot of potential enemies in this fight: The black-haired guy who had spotted them, Vicki who seemed to know the vandal, a white-haired fashionista, and the vandal himself. Maybe Miss Montgomery had been right to take them off patrols.

    “Emmmmaaa,” Pistolero laughed the word out with a goofy grin plastered on his face. He reached out a hand towards his boss who had just arrived, “Gimme some skin!”

    Tok tried to swallow the lump that was forming in his throat, he looked over his shoulder at his boss; was it just him or did she look hungry? Something about Miss Montgomery's face was downright predatory, her expression promising recompense for their unauthorized hero duties. He suddenly wished they'd heeded Tom's warning.
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  • A Cafe, Los Angeles, California: March 20th, 2045, 7:50am

    Richard watched as Chizuki dashed off into the cafe, wondering briefly if perhaps she had a history with paparazzi? Maybe she was a famous author or something? Did seem a little odd though that paparazzi would be sneaking around to take pics of an author. But her comment was correct, the three seemed to be pointing now at Vicky and Ezra. Strange...

    Vicky began inquiring about who they might really be watching right now.

    “What about you, left behind any grieving, vengeful friends and family lately?”

    "Lately? Well if I have, I can't say I have much sympathy if it was lately." His mind wandered to last night as he smirked and took another sip of coffee.

    Richard turned his gaze beside him as Chizuki returned, and notably coughed as he swallowed the wrong way. That was an.... Interesting choice of attire. And no shoes to top it off too. He averted his gaze and turned back to the paparazzi as he attempted to cool his cheeks.

    Only a few moments later, the paparazzi finally decided to approach them, and... Well, that was disappointing. They were some kind of lame Super Team, and one of them was noticeably VERY out of it.

    Richard chuckled a bit as he leaned back a bit more relaxed in his chair. This was all a little annoying, but at this point probably harmless. Maybe if they just went along with these antics, the guys would scurry off and mind their own business.

    “Emmmmaaa,” the out of it one slurred.

    Now his gaze turned to two other figures who approached, a woman and...

    Richard's eyes narrowed on the giant that followed behind her. He didn't want to make any assumptions, but something about him was off. Very off.

    Firstly, he was two feet taller than he was, at least. Secondly, even among most supers, that wasn't a very common attribute.

    As Tik and Tok performed their 'Clock Block', Richard pushed his chair back and stood up, approaching the woman and the giant, creating a slight obstacle between them, and Ezra, Vicky, and Chizuki.

    "Big friend you've got there. He supposed to be some kind of mentor? Cause he looks more like a... Bodyguard or something?" Richard took a sip of his coffee as he rapped his fingers along the left pocket of his black jeans.
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Cadence's voice echoed through through the fog, parroted by the FoxFire that had had been accumulating more and more frequently around them.

Untenable Promise.

Kindle's voice rippled back through the facility towards them with a note of contempt. The FoxFire flared to a deep ruddy red as Peter made his entrance, silhouetting him in an ominous light.

"They had their chance to be reasonable," her voice whispered into Peter's ear from... somewhere. "I'm content to burn it all down but do as you will," she breathed into the other.

For a moment it looked as though she might interfere, but the skittering shades retreated into the fog, and the living shadows animating the Shamblers evaporated with a hiss, releasing the survivors. They collapsed into heaps, drained of color and strength to a man but still living. The FoxFire had stopped hunting, and seemed to be content to drift lazily near the edge of the confrontation, occasionally illuminating a shade. Hundreds of silver eyes peered at them from just beyond the light, encircling the group at a respectable distance.

"You're no use to me in shackles Mr. Radovan... don't forget your promise."


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"Uuuh, what's going on-?" He didn't really get the chance to finish his sentence though. In his lack of attention to the situation and increasing confusion over what exactly was happening. Ezra soon found himself slowed down. Like he was trying to move underwater but the water was thicker. He appeared to be thinking at his usual speed though and quickly caught on to the multiple light projections coming at him from... well, everywhere.

Ah. Powers. I'm being attacked. Feels like an excessive use of force for some graffiti. He shook his head and let out a sigh that was drawn out from whatever was slowing him down. Not feeling like having to replace his current outfit or repair a body riddled with burns and holes, Ezra resigned to the fact that he would have to fight back.

Which was most certainly one of the things Widget had told him NOT to do. Oh well~

Even in the de-accelerated field, Ezra's eyes began to glow. A similar light emanated through his shirt as electricity surged inside him faster and faster by the second in real time. Sparks and electricity arced across his body rapidly. Unnaturally quickened by his own powers. It all accumulated until he was wrapped in an aura of pure ionic energy.

The energy bolts might as well have fizzled on contact with the vastly stronger energy field. That was . . . . Rather disappointing actually. Ezra wasn't an expert on powers or how they worked, but a part of him was hoping that one of the blasts would maybe knock him out of whatever was slowing him down. But they barely even registered against his aura. Might as well have been shot with a handgun.

Now I gotta make my move. Time for the glowing octopus with too many legs. . . . Widget's right, I really need a peter name for this one.

A little faster now with the help of being ramped up now, Ezra pulled his wire covered hands out of his pockets and began to unspool more from his hidden rig. Thin metallic tendrils snaked out of his cloths and flowed outward as if alive. As they moved past his aura's base level of emission, they too became shrouded in energy, effectively expanding his aura's reach. Dozens of electrified wires began to reach out towards his attackers.

Ezra made sure to keep the output just right so that a touch could knock out a grown adult while still keeping his aura intense enough to keep the blasts at bay.



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Los Angeles, California: March 20th, 2045, morning.
Scourge stood by Lilian as her faithful bodyguard whilst she briefed the heroes on their objective. A practice session! This should be amusing, Scourge thought. It was then that Lilian pointed out a ‘Miss Vortex’, and sure enough - beneath the trenchcoat that was far too big for her was his favourite rockstar. He resisted the urge to greet her, though he couldn’t quite hide the pop of his yellow eyes behind the shades. He'd need to ask her for his jacket back.

"Tik, Tok, get ready to Clock Block!"

Scourge cackled, his eyes squinted into slits. ”HEH HEH HEH, Clock Block,” the big green man amused himself, completely oblivious to Lilian’s revulsion.

"Brutus, let them squirm for a bit. Then you're free to join in the fun if you so choose, nothing too over the top though, wouldn’t want anyone getting maimed, now would we?"

”UHHHH, No, Ma’am! Brutus is a GENTLE soul. I would NEVER want that… Ever,” Scourge replied, his posture stiff and straight. A part of him whispered to go out and crush the weaklings. Make this interesting. Turn this into a real fight. Watch them kneel, and sob, and beg… but it was not what Lilian wanted. So he watched, whilst Tik, Tok, and Pistolero engaged their sparring partners. Until one of said partners waltzed up to him and Lilian instead. Scourge’s eyes fell upon him. He was a small one. Tall for a human, yes, but lean, with a face soft as a baby’s. And he knew babies taste best.

"Big friend you've got there. He supposed to be some kind of mentor? Cause he looks more like a... Bodyguard or something?"

“I’m a math teacher,” Scourge quickly replied, with a tone flat and unlike his previous words. ”I work out to RELIEVE the stress. You ever TRIED teaching high schoolers calculus?!” His eyes narrowed into a glare. ”It’s murder.”

Scourge’s attention briefly turned back towards Ezra, the blonde vandal, enveloped in light that writhed, dazzled, and crackled across wires. Scourge eyed him carefully, watching him move with unexpected speed. Lilian mentioned him to be of ‘particular interest’. Scourge wasn’t sure why yet, but… there was a scent about him. A scent that became more familiar as lightning singed his flesh…

Scourge looked back to Richard. “You know, it’s three against two out there. By my COUNT, you should pitch in and help. Make it FAIR,” the giant suggested with a tilt of his head. “Trust me. I’m a math teacher.”


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» Vicki Vortex

“Miss Vortex, thank you for agreeing to offer your assistance with our training exercise today.”

“What?” Vic said, pen and CD in hand (she’d signed it instantly without question – pure instinct). Were you telling her that sunglasses and a trenchcoat were not an adequate disguise? How did all these strangers recognise her? A moment longer of listening to the new blonde talk and eyeing up her gargantuan companion, and it connected. The way she spoke and held herself, right down to her micro-expressions: these people weren’t strangers. Vic squinted at them from behind her sunnies and chewed up the words on her tongue. What are you guys doing here? It’d be a pleasant surprise if it wasn’t for her other company.

“On it,” she answered Lilian’s request for a coffee run and evaporated. A rush of wind burst open the café’s doors and Vic’s heels stumbled to the counter before her body appeared. “Hey, can I get a…” Huddled away from the counter was a wide-eyed barista on the phone to the authorities, hurriedly relating the events transpiring right outside. Vic looked around. Half of the customers were abandoning their avocado toasts to flee before the place went up in smoke and other half were flooding the window with their phones out. Yep. That’ll be about right. Vic kept her attention out the window with them. Hey… that was unfair. Unleashing energy blasts on the zombie was one thing, but Chizuki? What the hell, Lilian. She was just a civilian. Someone should do something about that.

Richard. Vic shrugged and jumped the counter.
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“Richard, there’s no shoes for a reason.” she stares at him straight in the face after he nearly choked on his coffee from seeing her change of clothes. She was very clearly dead serious. A second after the stare, came a slight smirk, and a “hmhm.”

Her smirk then disappeared as the peculiar arrivals approached them, stopping Vic in her tracks as she tried to walk away moments earlier. Something seemed a little off about Vic’s initial encounter with the woman that had approached them. ‘Do they know each other?’ Yukisa cocks her head to the left ever so slightly.

Yukisa then takes a look at the rather significantly larger fellow following behind the woman. She looks up and down the length of his guise. He was completely covered in clothing, not an ounce of skin showing. That seems rather odd to Yukisa as the day is only getting hotter. ‘How could he possibly stand being that covered up?’ Yukisa shakes her head slightly at the attire of the burly figure.

“Miss Vortex, thank you for agreeing to offer your assistance with our training exercise today.” The lady then hands out a business card to Yukisa, Richard, and Ezra. "If any of you care to join today’s training, I’ll make sure you’re duly compensated.”

Yukisa takes the business card with a loose grip in between her pointer and thumb finger of her right hand. She looks at the name on the front which spells out Emma Montgomery, flips it over, and raises her right brow slightly. “Training session?...” Is it even legal for her to do this? She wonders if it would be a bad idea to join in, but Yukisa hasn’t used her abilities in a little while and does desperately want to freshen her reflexes.

Yukisa glances at Emma. “I’ll partake in this. However… you need to move any civilians out of the way first. We wouldn’t want them to get hurt now would we?”

A moment later, Yukisa slides the business card into a random small pocket of her backpack, and from that same pocket pulls out a hair scrunchie. She zips the pocket closed and places her backpack back onto her table. Then her hands make their way up to her hair, and she flips her hair through the scrunchie loop a few times, causing the hair to swish back and forth and shine in the sun's rays. After her hands slide off of her hair, a scar behind her left ear is able to be seen, it stretches and curves slightly to the nape of her neck, a total length of about 3 inches.
Yukisa watches as Ezra sparks up his powers at the initiation of Emma’s little trio of heroes. Although, could that drugged guy really be considered a hero? ‘Why is he so high?...’

Yukisa just stands still watching Ezra have at the trio for a little while to survey their abilities. It appears one of them is making the area around himself slower which encapsulates both Ezra and Yukisa. Ezra’s wired insides start stretching outwards with electrical currents going towards Tok who is slow-ifying the area, oddly enough the wires did not appear to be slowed thanks to the sheer amount of energy coming from Ezra. That was definitely an interesting power he had.

Tik starts running around, at an inhuman speed with the final member on his shoulders. The one on the shoulders starts to shoot plasma blasts out of his hands into the slowed area.

Since the area was slowed, it wouldn’t be easy for Yukisa to dodge any of the plasma bullets. So instead her body completely turns into a compacted form of snow, the type of snow likened to slush, it’s more of a heavy type of snow. Any plasma bullets that came her way, simply passed through while her body regenerated after. She was however taking careful steps so that her head wouldn’t be hit, dodging just enough so that any bullet trying to contact her head just barely whizzed by.

It didn’t appear that the blaster was aiming at anything in particular. He himself didn't seem to have much mobility so Yukisa thought that she should reposition herself in order to get to Tik who is holding him up and running around.

Nothing was actually keeping her from escaping the slowed field. Her snowy body morphed into a more fluffy, weightless type of snow. She then floats upwards in the snowy cloud of her own body and escapes the slowed radius.

Now, hovering in the air, Yukisa eyes the two that are making laps around Ezra and Tok in the middle. She wooshes herself more towards the ground, making sure to keep her distance from Tok and the slowness emanating from himself. Tik and the other guy were running a perimeter around the slowed area but not directly inside of it.

Yukisa compacts her arms and grows them into snowy tendrils, then she hastily reaches out to trip Tik over.

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US Bank Tower, Los Angeles, California: March 20th, 2045, 7:53am

Avery stood her ground as a figure emerged from the hallway before her; she kept her body tensed, ready to spring at any moment, but she wasn't dumb enough to try that yet. As much as part of her wants to.

His footsteps and voice doesn't just reverberate around the sterile hallway, but seemingly bounces around the corners of her skull as well. It crawls into all the places where she had shoved away any unsavory dealings to rediscover at a later date, making them rise to the surface of the back of her mind like bile. The deep grey that seemed to emanate from his very persona was back and clouding her vision - usually the colors that paint her field of view are rather decorative, mere tricks of the light that aren't distracting in the slightest. However, Peter Radovan's layers atop each other in a smoky obfuscation.

This fog was accented with a deep red that seemed to flare to life behind him before drifting away, leaving only the grey. She decided to lay low for the first part of the conversation, the spirit's voice echoing through the hallway leaving red reverberations that proved shocking even through Peter's haze. Avery stood her ground through it all, but chose to hold her tongue. This part was not her fight, she was just following orders.

(... Was she? Who even are these people? When the fuck has Avery ever taken orders from some guy she's just met? This whole situation was so odd and uncharacteristic. So, maybe she got some good vibes from the sisters and Moore, but look at where that got her: staring down some cat-spirit-monster-thing and whatever the hell Peter Radovan is. She's in way over her head, jumped right into the deep end of the pool when all she's ever known was the shallow, and now she's flailing for a sense of clarity. Fuck, she needs a goddamn break after this.)

Of course, Peter Radovan's attention snaps to her. A predator smelling blood in the water at the slightest hint of her losing composure. If she had her mask this wouldn't have happened. She doesn't have to think of keeping her composure evident on her face in that thing. Or maybe if she had her shitty MP3 player and turned the music up so loud it would've blocked Peter from ever crawling inside her head. Both of these things were still in that goddamn duffel back upstairs. Unless the weakness he caught was a shift in her body language - maybe some micro-body-language-bullshit where she shifted ever so slightly to one side - whatever. It doesn't matter now. What does matter is that he's grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

"Nice kick by the way, I think you mighta killed that dude. You ever kill anyone before Avery?"

Avery frowned, instinctively opening her mouth to send off an indignant retort, when the air filled with a dark hiss as the encompassing shadows faded away, revealing the living husks that once embodied the alien figures they fought against. The one Peter was near was the one Avery had stomped into the wall, pale visage seemingly exasperated by the streak of crimson that flowed down from his head.

Avery's mouth grew dry. She didn't kill him... did she? She looked at the crumpled pile of man and felt an odd chill run down her spine. The man had no discernable signs of movement. She should go check his pulse or something, get some help, but Avery remained rooted at the spot, eyes glued to the man. What if he was dead? What then? The thought brought out a queasy ball of anxiety from the depths of herself that she didn't like. Peter Radovan had opened up one of the boxes in the back of her mind where she kept all of the thoughts and feelings she didn't want to deal with and began tossing the junk over his shoulder.

Avery thought back to all the other guys she's fought before. Her main strategy had always been to hit them hard and fast, and she had never bothered to administer any sort of first aid or call emergency services before. She thought back to all the other crumpled bodies she's seen, guys so thoroughly beat up their blood painted the walls and floor and her clothes and God, she didn't bother to see if they moved or breathed afterwards. Had she not killed before? The question never crossed her mind as deeply as this time. It had always been an obvious no, but thinking back the answer seems so, so uncertain.

Well... Even if she had... She didn't mean to, right? Right?

Doesn't that count for something?

She was twelve again, in the kitchen of her family home, hearing the sharp thump of a pile of papers being thrown against the kitchen table. Her mom groaned, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her closed eyelids with her hands. She was still in uniform; she had just gotten off work and was tired. This was always the worst time for her to get any sort of news.

"Avery, I don't care if you're trying to get better. You need to do better - and I'm not fucking seeing it."

She's standing again in the basement of a weird government office building with a pile of bodies of people she may or may not have killed, not that it matters if she tried to or not - just that she might have - and she's twenty four. She's twenty four, but she still feels so small and so stupid and she's still waiting for her mom to scream and yell at her and maybe then she'd wake up.

She thinks she might pass out.

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  • Lilian frowned at the man approaching her, taking careful note of his features, her eyes pouring over him. With her heels on, he was shorter than her. “In case you haven’t noticed your demeanor isn't exactly welcoming cupcake; if I needed a bodyguard, it’s cause people like you.”

    What did this stranger want from them? He seemed to be focusing his attention on Scourge. If the two of them got into a fight, it would certainly end up with the giant revealing his identity. Tik could probably move the newcomer off of them long enough for them to leave, but that risked further escalation. Scourge spoke before she could decide on a course of action.

    “I’m a math teacher,”

    Emma’s borrowed shoulders relaxed as ‘Brutus’ explained his profession. She looked over the black-haired man’s shoulder at the scene unfolding behind him, the blonde one was exhibiting some sort of Sýrmakinesis. “If you don’t want to be part of the exercise, then you’re free to stand aside. This assessment is part of a vital mission for my shareholders and I’d rather not have the board of directors on my case.” Her attention returned to the stranger in front of her, their arrival had provoked him somehow. No, he didn’t care about Emma, ‘So Scourge... Does he know him?’ The less those two interacted the better. Her eyes darted down to the stranger’s hand as his fingers rapped along his leg. Practically all of the smartphones in the area alerted her that the police had just been dispatched; one hundred and fifty seconds or so until their arrival.

    “You should pitch in and help. Make it FAIR.”

    “And, if you’re not interested in my B-team, maybe you’d be willing to show me a few things?” Lilian looked to the bottom right of her field of vision, focusing on an icon of a rose in the corner of her HUD, it started flashing. “You carry yourself like someone who’s been in a few scraps.” Taking off her blazer, she handed it to Scourge and began to roll up her sleeves, “That sort of calmness that only comes from assurance of skill.” Rolling her shoulders she locked eyes with the black-haired man, “I'd wager it'd be worth both our time.” One of her feet raised up behind her until it almost touched her hip and she took off one heel, then she raised the other foot and took off the other; he was only barely taller than her now.

    “A quick unarmed match on a Monday morning, no better way to get to know someone, you know... Unless you're scared.” Her stance relaxed, her dominant foot sliding back slightly so her center of gravity was held slightly behind her waist. Her hands remained open and her gaze slowly widened until it wasn’t focused on anything. “If you win, I’ll tell you a juicy secret pertinent to the events of March 12th, hot off the LA tabloids.” Her voice was quiet, barely audible over the din of fleeing cafe customers; but seductive with the power it implied, “And if you lose, you owe me a favor.”


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  • “Au contraire.” Cadence raised her interlocked fingers overhead and stretched as she yawned, “The armed guards are here for you. None of mine have harmed her host.” She gestured to the soldiers in her psychic link as her head dropped, her hair hanging around her face as she stared at the ground, “Agent Moore gave you orders and your very presence here is in defiance to them.” Her thumb pressed against the back of her index finger and it let out a pop, “Seems to me like you’re the one making us look disjointed. And in front of the new blood too.” To punctuate her sentence she cocked her head slightly in Avery’s direction.

    “I liked your scary story earlier. You ran off without giving me a chance to tell mine.” She pressed against her middle finger, letting out another muffled crack. “Mine is a little longer than one word, though, so bare with me.” Another knuckle let out a crack to punctuate her sentence.

    Emiri dispassionately set the scene, “During World War One, the German and British troops were locked in a deadly stalemate outside of
    Mons Belgium. The dangers of diseased trenches and suicide charges into no-mans land forced the two sides to a begrudging stalemate.”

    Sophia spoke in a soft sorrowful voice, “Then one day the British started experiencing a dramatic rise in fatalities. Their soldiers started being found in No-Man’s Land torn to bits, with lacerations that could only have come from an animal. Bayful howling could be heard from sundown to sunrise. The Allied forces named the mysterious assailant the Hound of Mons.” The canine let out a chuff and began to scratch its ear with its back leg.

    Anima snorted as she scratched the back of her head. “Then a few weeks later? Kaput. Things go back to normal. The Hound disappears. Mass hysteria, the Allies claim. There never was a Hound. Except… There was a Hound.” She dropped to her knees and ruffled the dog’s ears. It was bigger than it had been a moment before.

    Danielle smiled without warmth as she introduced their guest, “The Hound of Baskerville, Churchyard Beast, Hergest Black Dog; it’s gone by many names, may I introduce you to the only pet the Director approved out of our one hundred and seventy-two requests?” Dark-colored fur began to blur as the space around it danced and contorted while the Hound grew even bigger.

    Each of the sisters held out their hands as they spoke in unison, “Amarok, the goodest boy in America!”

    Sibyl placed a hand on Avery's shoulder, the sounds of the basement melted away in her head, replaced by a quiet melody pulled from the calmest part of her mind, 'Avery, you're twenty-four, you're in the basement of the US Bank Tower, and we can't afford you getting panicked right now. Close that can of worms until we're out of the shark tank. Don't think, trust your instincts.'

    Cadence pursed her lips and whistled, Amarok flickered and was suddenly gone, his heavy panting echoing throughout the containment room. Every agent in the room took a ready stance, "At your command Agent Moore."

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