Pace Ackermann
Pace raised an eyebrow and turned her head to face Dylan. The other woman seemed much better suited for combat than herself (at least, on the outside) but was way too quick to reveal powers. If Pace was someone else, she'd call the police, but that might lead to discovery of her own abilities. "I saw." Pace flipped the knife into her hand and looked down the stairs to where the police corporal was talking. Hasterville police wasn't really the best; they lacked most technology, some still used rifled muskets and flint locks, and overall they resembled park rangers and spoke like cowboys. "Metahuman. That's the word, isn't it."
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Dylan Evergreen
She nodded, "That's right." Dylan looked out the window, "Well, that's not what I expected when it came to their guns...." She never called the cops, mainly cause she normally didn't mess with stuff like this. She just couldn't stand by when she smelled the blood, which was weird in its self, but she figured it was just because of all the iron.