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Extra! Extra! Read All About It!! Unknown Mutant is Running Rampant Through the City. Heroes are Attempting to Apprehend Them! Reports Signify


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There was a heavy stillness in the air on this particular October day. There were very little people on the streets, and businesses had holed themselves up and closed down as soon as they knew what was going on. The air was full of staticky fear- prickling and sparking with adrenaline and spiked pulses. Reports of a Unknown Mutant running rampant through the streets of Sentinel City had surfaced. The Society of Truth and Order had advised that citizens, primarily non-mutants, should take cover until otherwise notified.

The Suspect was described as thin and lanky with long black hair that hung down over their eyes. They were masculine in stature, and were last reported wearing a black t-shirt and joggers. It was unclear what power this Mutant seemed to possess, a great many reports came back with various perspectives, and each opinion differed from another. Several had seem them exhibit feats of super speed or strength, others had reported seeing them form a few forcefields, and still some others swore they had seen them grow wings and fly!

No one seemed to know exactly what it was that this Mutant could do, and this caused them to fear the Mutant. Rightfully so.

In the Mutants wake, they'd left several wounded and a few dead. Many of the other Mutants they'd encountered along the way had lost consciousness, and were now set up in the Sentinel City Hospital Intensive Care Unit under direct supervision of the best Mutant Physicians they could afford to spare.

This rampaging Mutant seemed to have caught the attention of the entire city, a force that even the Society of Truth and Order hadn't been able to reckon with by themselves. Every Guild and Organization was on the lookout for this Biological Phenomenon. Supers had been put to the task to take them down, Team Demise included. Even the Myriad had been instructed to do so (even if they had some secret underlying plans to take whatever magnificent powers this Mutant had as their own little tool).

The Red Court and the Magpies were even in on it, intrigued to see what force could wreak more havoc than they did themselves. And one that so carelessly brought attention to itself--

It seemed everyone that was someone was on the lookout for this new, terrifying Mutant, no matter what their intentions were. But who was going to get to them first and save (or further harm?) the city?

Everyone was waiting with baited breath to find out.



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EMERGENCY ALERT.
an unknown mutant is on the streets and poses a significant threat to life and property. enforcements are aware and are actively investigating. seek shelter now!

the usual hustle and bustle of sentinel city was now blanketed in an eery silence, nearly deafening with the exception of the soft sirens that he heard wailing from a distance. the farther he walked away from central sentinel, the fewer cars he counted. traffic lights directed ghosts of yesterday's past and neon lights to welcome tourists within restaurants held no glow to them. the emergency alert issued by SOTO and law enforcement had done its job to get people off the streets and indoors. well, almost.

in the midst of a life-threatening danger lurking amongst the empty streets, only one person, aside from metahumans, would be courageous enough to walk towards it. in this case, however, one would call this dumb if you didn't have the capabilities to defend yourself against it. owen didn't.

sticking his nose into affairs he had no business being in wasn't his first rodeo, however. as soon as he learned of the existence of metahumans, his fascination grew throughout the years. in one way or another, he made himself a part of their unfolding stories despite his mortality stopping him from getting the front-row seat he wanted all his life. but, this rampant mutant wandering the desolate streets he walked on currently gave him an opportunity to potentially capture their identity. it wasn't a promise, but he would certainly try.

owen adjusted the strap of his camera that loosely hung around his neck, draping it comfortably against the nape of his skin as he fiddled with the lens cap. his trustee canon allowed for him to capture the absolute best quality photographs of heroes and villains in action, almost making it worth having risked his life for them most of the time. the same camera he had used to capture pictures of team demise and team majestic would be the one to capture whatever was lurking in the town tonight.

hopefully, he thought to himself.

as he continued down the silent sidewalk of the northern business district, camera in hand to capture any possible action, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement grow in his chest. trepidation would soon mingle with elation, however, followed by panic as soon as his shadow cast in front of himโ”€lights of a moving vehicle from behind making it grow. panic set in, and his heart quickly raced as he sought refuge. with a glance around, owen spotted the nearest alleyway, and without a second thought, darted into its shadowy depths.

"so much for bravery," owen silently scolded himself, taking cover behind a stack of discarded crates. as he tried to control his breathing, owen listened to the sounds of first responders speed by, briefly scaring off the shadows of the alleyway before covering it in pitch black darkness again. beads of sweat formed at his brow, and he hoped he had concealed himself enough to avoid getting caught.

but just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief, rustling from the opposite end of the alleyway made his head snap toward its direction. owen couldn't see much with the dim light, only making out an outline of a figure lurking in the shadows. tension hung in the air between them as he realized he wasn't alone in his desperate attempt to evade anyone who was around.

feeling his fight or flight instincts begin to swell in his chest, owen held his breath as he cautiously stepped closer to the hidden figure.

"w-who's there?," he spoke in a slight stutter, a hint of fear trapped in the tone of his voice as he argued with himself over his next move. to run or to fight?














































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Rhett had managed to get suited up and find her teammates fast after the emergency order had come out. Most of her teammates anyway, Arsenal was nowhere to be found and wasn't answering her phone. No one else seemed to think that was too far out of character for their teammate, but it worried Rhett anyway.

People in the city must be kind of used to these things happening, because the 'direct people off the street' portion of their night had gone a lot more smoothly than Rhett had expected, even the panic had been minimal compared to what Rhett thought they might feel as a non-powered human subject to that kind of threat. Team Majestic and SOTO existed for a reason, and it was eye opening to see first hand the trust that the public put in them. There were still stragglers, particularly restaurants and bars and the like, dragging their feet on emptying out the premises in hopes of squeezing out the profits from one last round of drinks and avoiding bad yelp reviews, Rhett couldn't help but worry about the bartenders and waiters who would be stuck going home past the curfew as a result. It would be harder to get back safely the longer they waited and the emptier the streets became.

They were a ghost town now, streets that were normally bright with conversation and the signs and windows of business at least partway through the night were cold and dark now. On the larger roads, her footsteps echoed off the tall buildings, every sound she made reverberating through the tunnel of empty space that was normally a center for activity. It wasn't so bad if she could stick with Iggy and Ro, and trust that they could all watch each others backs, but after the main evacuation they'd split up to cover more ground and Rhett couldn't help but feel extremely exposed and vulnerable out in the main stretch alone, especially to attacks from above.

She ran into and escorted a couple stragglers who's been at their offices working late back safely, but as she left the last apartment building, the silence of the district seemed to rush like water in her ears. She still felt overwhelmed by Sentinal City on normal days sometimes. It looked so much bigger when empty. There was an audible click of the lock as the door to the building swung softly shut behind her. She grimaced at the prospect of going back to wandering the street in search of the threat. Out there she felt less like she was tracking down a villain and more like a mouse lying in wait for some unknown cat. The she spotted the alley running alongside the apartment building. It was bound to be dark, and maybe more scary looking, but it was more defensible. Besides, if she were a villain running around causing chaos in the city then she might want somewhere like that to hide too. She fidgeted with her mask, double checked her location on the map on her watch, and ducked inside the shadows of the alleyway.

The darkness wrapped around her like a blanket, the brick walls closing in on either side made what few sounds were nearby seem muted and further away. She tried to step lightly across the pavement, dodging the occasional bit of urban debris, but her power wasn't one that was meant for stealth. Every several steps she found herself wincing as a crackle or rustle sounded from her movement, until she heard one that didn't seem to come from her own movement, and her eyes snapped to a hooded figure at the end of the alley. Her stomach plummeted, she hated being right.

"W-who's there?" She'd been spotted then. How could she not be? Dressed in red and stumbling through an alley like a baby deer or something. He didn't exactly match the profile, but he didn't NOT match it from what she could see. Did team Majestic even make arrested? No one had told Rhett the protocol, Majestic seemed to be a 'punch first ask questions later' sort of place. She had to be decisive or he was going to bolt. She'd already hesitated too long. She lurched a step forward without thinking. Her mind could only keep up to propel her into a run for a couple bounding strides, her body seemed to make the decision for her, launching herself over a crate, "Team Majestic! Freeze!" she shouted as she reached out to grab the guy, only to lose footing at the last possible moment and send them both tumbling to the ground.





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;; Casper
When Casper and Ariel hit the town, nothing could stand in their way. To them, bad ideas nearly always seemed like good ones, and without their beloved Jeremy to keep them in check, their combined lack of judgment could spell disaster. Still, there they were, at the second nightclub of the night since Casper had gotten kicked out of the last one when he smashed a glass on the ground in celebration after attempting to do a cartwheel on the dance floor (he did not succeed). But what was a night on the town without getting kicked out of a club for being a "nuisance" and a "danger to others" anyway? Casper relished in the chaos.

He hadn't been able to hang out with friends as much as he usually did for a while, but since he got a real job with real responsibilities, he'd found himself busier than ever. Sure, he didn't put all that much effort into his work, but he did find himself enjoying it. He even occasionally showed up to work on time, a true testament to him at least not being bored to death by what he was doing.

But tonight wasn't about work; he'd left any responsibilities behind to get absolutely fucked up with one of his childhood besties. "Ariel, my dearest darlingest, light of my life, we need to do this more often." He slurred his words a bit as he spoke, learning against the bar. If anyone asked, he'd deny he was drunk, only ever admitting to being a little tipsy. It was a nasty habit of hisโ€”not admitting to any overindulgence, lying to everyone, including himself. "Gimme another shot of vodka," he said to the bartender rather loudly, even considering the music that was blasting. "And a shot for the lady as well." With that, he winked, blowing a kiss towards Ariel.

As he waited on the shots, he bopped along to the music. "This music fucks. It's so much better than the last place." Yeah, he may be a little bitter about being kicked out of the previous club. Noticing a subtle vibe shift, he looked around the club, a little concerned by the sounds of serious muttering he heard. A little too serious for the setting they were in, which gave him the creeps. Casper thought he was just imagining things; he'd had so many drinks at that point that it seemed to be the logical explanation. But as he turned back to receive his drink, he caught a glimpse of the screen above the bar. A pretty dire-sounding emergency alert was displayed, causing those who noticed it to quickly drop their excited, buzzed energy and trade it for panicked tension, making plans to get home to safety as quickly as they could.

Casper should be scared; he had no abilities to protect him, and he was totally wasted in a very public space where whoever was terrorizing the city could just burst in at any moment. But he didn't feel that way. Partially due to the fact that he was right next to a member of Team Majestic and partially the fact that he was so fucked up he wasn't completely processing the danger they could be in, he remained unafraid. But, knowing just how fast his mood could change when he was drunk, it wasn't bound to stay that way for long. Downing his shot, he turned toward Ariel. At the moment, he was just very confused and a little annoyed that the night seemed to be coming to an end. "Shouldn't your bitchass hero team be on this? The fuck is going on?"
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Ariel was having the time of her LIFE. It had been at least a month since they'd both had the same night free to go out, and last time they'd only gotten tipsy because they'd both had work in the morning. Awful. Disgraceful. Fuck work, the city could save itself. Half the time all team majestic did was put on a show with those overly self important theater kids. Not that she didn't enjoy the opportunity to toss knives at them every once in a while.

The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and there was no limit to the amount of alcohol she could charge to this credit card. The only thing missing from making this a perfect night out was Jeremy. Even that was for the best, he was fun to drag around, and he kept them in check, but she'd promised to be on her absolute WORST behavior tonight, getting kicked out of the club was half the fun of going in the first place. They would start at the ritziest place they could get into, get wasted on the good stuff, offend their delicate sensibilities by dancing on the tables, or doing cartwheels, or manifesting a dartboard using Ariel's powers or something, and work their way down to the grungier clubs with the better music who knew how to have an actually good time. They were better off moving on from that first place anyway.

The vibe here was much better, the music louder, lights more colorful, even if the drinks were worse. Her skin was glistening from overexerting herself on the dancefloor moments earlier, and she was still bouncing and swaying to the beat even after she'd been dragged over to the bar to wait for another round with her bestfriend. In her absent minded enthusiasm, and clubbing heels she hadn't broken out in a while, she nearly fell into the man next to her. She shrugged off his glare and righted herself, reaching forward to use the bar rail for support.

"Ariel, my dearest darlingest, light of my life, we need to do this more often." She grinned at both the affection in his words, and how much he was slurring them. She leaned forward and pulled him toward her by his collar, accidentally drunkenly using too much force and narrowly avoiding whacking their heads together.
"You're DAMN RIGHT we do." She answered, loudly and overly earnestly, only to pull away as soon as she saw the bartender move in her peripheral vision and snatch the shot, shooting it back in the smoothest move she'd made this conversation, a well practiced motion.
"This music fucks. It's so much better than the last place."
"Yeah it is! We've been out for hours and we've only been thrown out once? We're getting rusty." Another good look at Casper though and he wasn't looking great. He was still his charming, flirty, weirdo self, just very drunk. When he seemed to get distracted by something happening around them, Ariel took the opportunity to mess with him,"Snooze you lose" she reached out to snag the shot the bartender had left for him, only to be a moment too late and close her fist around thin air.
She frowned, about to ask for another when she finally looked up to see the emergency alert on the screen. It took her a moment to actually read it, the words and red lights swimming in her vision.
"Ah, fuck. We should get you out of here."
Easier said than done, the crowd was becoming more panicked by the moment, including her. It would be a minute before they were even able to reach the door. Unless it was a mass attack from the Red Court, it was almost certainly going to be safer to get him back home while the crowd was still evacuating.






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Phoenix Mendoza

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As prone to anxiety as Phoenix was, it was a good thing she wasnโ€™t at work when the announcement came on. It was also a good thing that Antonio was fast asleep on her lap; otherwise, he would have been panicking just as much as Phoenix was trying not to right now. This wasnโ€™t good, not in the slightest.

Phoenix bit her thumbnail as her eyes darted across the television screen, trying to find anything that seemed familiar. With her fear of most men, surely she would have taken note of someone matching a description like this? Alas, she didnโ€™t have an eidetic memory, so nothing was coming to mind, especially not taken over by panic as it was right now. She had to do something. But what? Even as a Ragtagger, she had a non-mutant (?) brother to look after, and even with all her posturing that she wanted to help people, Antonio would always come first. Always.

There was no way she ever losing him.

One thing at a time. She couldnโ€™t deal with this issue until sheโ€™d taken care of everything in here first. First thing was first: get poor Antonio to bed. Phoenix gently nudged him off her lap so she could pick him up. Oof, he was getting bigger each day. But then, that was to be expected of a six-year-old, wasnโ€™t it? Gosh, she was going to have to get stronger to keep doing this. Shaking her head, she took him to his bedroom, laying him down gently so as to not disturb. Callie mewed from the doorway, and Phoenix shushed her. โ€œLook after him, okay, girl?โ€ Though Callie had never showed signs that she actually understand human language, she hopped up onto Antonioโ€™s bed and curled up in a ball by his side. Perfect.

Phoenix was not dressed to do anything much. Sweatpants and a T-shirt werenโ€™t fitting for any sort of recon on an October night, especially without any of the other Ragtaggers. Hm. She turned off the TV and grabbed her coat, making sure to lock the door behind her. Antonio wouldnโ€™t go outside if he didnโ€™t know where she was; sheโ€™d taught him better than that. And right now, she needed to be on the roof.

It was brisk, alright. Thank goodness sheโ€™d brought her coat. Phoenix found her favorite cornerโ€”donโ€™t read too much into thatโ€”and sat down, pulling her coat around her to stave off the chill. Okay. Okay. Donโ€™t panic. She reached up to her headphones, which she always donned when leaving the apartment, and slipped them off, leaving them around her neck just in case. Usually, the city noise didnโ€™t bother her from up here; it was a bit easier to tune out from a great height. But if she focused, she could try tracing sounds and keeping her control over her power sharp.

Even Phoenix, a girl who loved silence, or even relative silence, was creeped out by the lack of noise in the city right now. Whatever this Unknown Mutant was up to, they sure were causing a fuss. This was the only way she knew how to help, and dammit, she was going to try her best.

Inhala, exhala. Her fatherโ€™s soothing voice drifted through her mind as she took in a few deep breaths to prepare herself. Okay. She could do this. Phoenix shut her eyes and cupped her hand around her right ear, turning her upper body about ninety degrees for a wider scope. The only good thing about the city being a ghost city right now? Easier to find sounds to trace. Of course, if the mutant in question wasnโ€™t within a mile radius of her, this was useless. But she couldnโ€™t think about that now. All the guilds had to keep an eye out, right? Well, she was keeping an ear out, so good enough.

Hm. A few sets of footsteps going inside, some cats hissing at each other. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. Wait. Was thatโ€”

Nope. Phoenixโ€™s shoulders slumped as she realized the sound sheโ€™d thought was maybe a clue was just the groan of a door swinging shut in her apartment building. Damn.

Opening her eyes and removing her hand from her ear, Phoenix folded in on herself, her muscles hurting from how stiff sheโ€™d held herself during her search. Maybe someone else in the guild knew something more concrete? It was hard to listen in when she wasnโ€™t sure precisely what she was looking for, really.

She slipped her TekPad out of her pocket and shot off a quick text to some of her guildmates. If needed, she could certainly suit up and go join of them, but with Antonio in the building, she wasnโ€™t sure if she could risk it. And since none of the neighbors actually knew she was with the Ragtag Assocation, it would be even harder to explain. Well, at least she knew Ms. Shapiro wouldnโ€™t ask questions. She was nice like that.

Willing her fingers not to shake, she hit send.

Hey, anybody got any leads? I tried taking a listen around my apartment building, but unless this person is a cat, Iโ€™ve got nothing.​

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Callum.





































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It had already been a hustling and bustling day for Callum Lavendar. He was up at The Enrichment Center from dawn till dusk; He arrived early, wanting to get some early morning workout in before starting the day of teaching and training. Of course, what was a workout of Cal's without some intense swimming?

There was nothing like swimming for Callum. He had heard of the Olympics, watched some clips here and there throughout social media, there were even nights where he would deep dive into the internet to find full videos of previous Olympic years. That was his "childish" dream, swimming in the Olympics. He knew, from the moment the dream started, that it would never happen. They wouldn't let mutants into the Olympics under the rouse of being "fair". Callum thought it was bullshit, but he continued dreaming nonetheless.

In Callum's daydreams, he was swimming in the Olympics. He didn't even care what country, however he could get in that Olympic pool, he would. He was swimming the butterfly, his favorite stroke. Most people who knew swimming considered the butterfly stroke the most difficult but Callum saw it as the most beautiful. In order for the butterfly stroke to be worth it's salt, the swimmer had to be coordinated, their body moving quickly and perfectly in synch. It's hard for most swimmers, but Callum is not most swimmers.

From the moment his fingertips break the surface tension of the water, he's gone; transported away from anything possibly bothering him in the real world. The cool, smooth water essentially being under his control. No, not under his control... working in tandem with his body. It was not a power he held over the water, it was an invitation to partnership between himself and the water. Every time Callum went into the water, the water accepted the invitation.

There wasn't a day where Callum wasn't in the pool at some point and time. Just being in a body of water seemed to heal his soul a bit more and more every time he was submerged. Swimming or just relaxing, Cal felt at peace when he was in the water. If he didn't start his day with some swimming, he would feel on edge the entire day.

It's how Cal was able to make it through his jam-packed day of teaching and training. Working at TEC as a linguist specialist, Callum helped share his passion and knowledge with anyone willing to listen. In between teaching, he also got to help train inexperienced mutants take control of their powers. While Cal's powers may not have been very offensive or powerful, he does know a thing or two about the mindset behind having a hold of your powers.

It's just like with the water. Mutants don't have power over their abilities; They have to extend an invitation to partner with their abilities.

His full day at TEC came to a pleasant end with a guest speaker. Her name was Jetta, mutant name of "Seawatch". From the moment she stepped into the facility, Cal's eyes were on her. Definitely not in a creepy, stalking kind of way, Cal was better than that. It was more like what happens with a train-wreck, or some other disaster happening. That feeling when your eyes are stuck, you're unable to look away. That's how Cal felt.

Well now it sounds like I think she's a train wreck

Scratch that.

It was like when you're driving through a forrest and after hours of winding, twisting road of nothing but trees, you finally come to a clearing. And it's a beautiful sight. The majestic mountains, the watercolors that fill the sky as the sun dips behind them. All you can do is stare at the natural beauty right there in front of you. Might as well pull over the car so you can behold the wonder without drifting into oncoming traffic.

Better.

It was a regular thing that TEC would invite other guild members in to speak. Speakers proved to help show un-trained mutants their options, helped show them they had so many more resources than they thought. He turned to his fearless leader, Naomi, to ask some questions about her. Apparently she had been there to speak before, Callum just hadn't been around. It was then that he silently cursed himself for every time he missed out on meeting Jetta before today.

He sat in on her talk, and he was paying attention, just not to her words. Cal was paying attention to how she gestured with her hands, how a giggle would bubble up through her words when she told a joke, even to the few times her eyes connected with his and how fireworks erupted in his chest.

When Jetta was finished with her talk, Cal found himself at the end of the line of mutants wanting to talk to her. He was going to make sure he talked to her before she left. Finally everyone else between them had said their piece and Cal made some smooth small talk to make nice with the Ragtag mutant. At some point she mentioned needing to get back to her guild

"I'll walk with you,"
Cal immediately offered himself as a buddy
"I hope you're taking my eagerness to know you as sweet and endearing and not creepy and unsettling"









































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basking sentinel city in an eerie silence wasn't the only thing soto's issued emergency alert had doneโ”€xyariah's income for the night was entirely below her usual earnings. the wandering mutant deemed a threat had left her stage bone dry of benjis and, for the first time in her life, annoyed under the body glitter she used on a nightly basis. but xyariah couldn't stay too ignorant of the fact that she shared this city with humans and mutants with immature powers who couldn't fend for themselves. it was soto's duty to ensure safety and her's to comply. still, little complaints didn't hurt.

in shorter words, the night had been dull for xyariah after vivana had left once they were given the choice to go home. but she, amongst a few other dancers with no agenda like her own, had decided to stay behind and indulge in cheap, plastic bottles of shots one had smuggled in their luggage and hid in the locker room until now. for the most part, it sufficed until xyariah was ready to leave. and like gift that kept on giving, an all too familiar contact on her phone seemed to light up at the perfect time.

an 'incoming call from miss. zhang' had her smiling and her lash extensions brushing against the corners of her eyes. she answered as quick as her thumb would allow her to.

"hey babe, what's shakin?," her usual playful tone sounded against her phone until the smile on her face instantaneously curved into a frown. the lack of cheer and the all-too-familiar sound of a choked-up voice became alarming to xyariah, especially when it came from the last person she'd ever expected to hear it from. suddenly, she was choked up and at a loss for words, keen on understanding what had happened.

given the circumstances, xyariah found it best to act first and ask questions later. "i got you. give me like two secs," she replied, already up on her feet and making her way up the stairs. similarly to a subway in new york, the entrance to the cosmic cabaret was quite different to an average entryway for a strip club. a staircase leading downward allowed for xyariah to make her way up to the sidewalk of sentinel city. boy, do the inhabitants know how to shelter in, she thought to herself, finding no one in plain sight but the cold, october air that sliced through her clothes. it acted as a reminder to her that she wasn't wearing enough despite having worn less for this particular location.

as callista instructed, xyariah took a picture of the entry to her job and quickly sent the image before locking her phone to wait.














































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"Whatttt? I don't need to leave, it'll be fine."Casper huffed at his friend upon her recommendation of getting him home. He still had yet to process any potential danger; there was only one thing on his mind: keeping the good vibes going. "Another round of shots!" He declared, nodding toward the tired bartender. The bartender rolled his eyes, but he poured the shots anyway. "This is the last round; we're closing up," the bartender said in a rather annoyed manner. Casper couldn't tell if his frustration was towards him, the situation in general, or both, but he still rolled his eyes. "Boooo, you're no fun."

Two shots in hand, he turned towards Ariel and held out a glass, but frowned when he saw her more anxious expression, which was uncharacteristic for her. He put the drinks down and sighed. "Fine, fine, I'll sober up. Should be easy, I'm not even that drunk," he said, still slurring his words a bit. Ok, now even he could admit that that was complete bullshit. "A glass of water, kind sir," he requested in a very dumb British accent.

Sipping on his glass of water, admittedly a bit disappointed he wasn't continuing to take shots, he watched as the panicked crowd headed out the door, creating a serious traffic jam near the exit. Even through his alcohol-induced haze, he could tell that this situation was stressing AJ out. So, he took it upon himself to lighten the mood. "Hey, it's gonna be totally fine," he insisted. Since her worries seemed to be directed towards his safety, he aimed to ease her concern with a goofy grin. "You don't even have to worry about me. I'm gonna live forever."

Pausing suddenly, his face fell, his eyes widening a bit as he set down his glass. "Wait. Fuck. I'm not gonna live forever. Shitttt." What a way to lighten the mood. It seemed reality had hit the drunken Casper like a ton of bricks; he was so out of it. "Oh my god. I'm literally not going to live forever. AJ, that's so scary what the fuck." In his despair, he went to hug his friend, ready for her to drag him to safety. "Yeah, you gotta get me out of here."
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Jetta had been passionate about the Ragtag Association ever since she could comprehend what the organization was. As a kid, she'd heard all about her mother's work as a Ragtagger, helping her community, being an everyday hero. She always knew that's who she wanted to be. Her one true calling was always to help people, in any way shape or form, and the RAs sure knew how to help others. Given her passion for the organization, it should come as no surprise that Jetta could talk for hours about her guild. It just came so naturally to her, raving about her teammates and the people they helped. The job sure wasn't glamorous, but she sure made it sound fun.

So, when the enrichment center reached out to guilds about guest speakers, of course she jumped at the chance. She'd spoken to students there before, and as an alumni of the center, she liked being back at the place where she'd learned so much about her abilities and herself. Although she did not join the guild, she liked giving back to it, helping them expose students to their different options. Goal of the day: inspire young humanitarians to consider the Ragtag Association in their futures.

Setting foot into the center was like a breath of fresh airโ€”so many good memories. It was always quite pleasant; she got along with many of the staff there since they were typically very kind. While hanging around a bit before her talk, going to greet some old friends, out of the corner of her eye she saw someone peering at her a couple times. The first time, she just thought the guy happened to be spacing out in her general direction, so she didn't give it a second thought. But once she caught a glimpse of him looking in her direction for the second time, she made the effort to get a better look at him. Ok, now he was cute. She still couldn't tell why he was looking at her, and she didn't want to seem weird or rude, so she opted to ignore it. Easier said than done, every tiny glimpse she got of him looking at her left her smiling uncontrollably. There was just something so warm and inviting about him. She made a note to go and introduce herself to him if she had time late on.

For now, she was a woman on a mission. Focusing on the task at hand, she was able to (for the most part) keep her mind on track. Speaking to the young mutants at the center left her feeling on top of the world. Displaying the usual Jetta charm, she was passionate, warm, and told some absolute banger jokes. Still, there were a couple times when she met the eyes of the cute guy that was looking at her before, and she felt her heart skip a beat, which was a minor distraction but a welcome one.

After her talk, students lined up to ask her questions or just to chat with her for a moment. Jetta loved every second of this, but when she caught a glimpse of that guy at the end of the line, he was on her mind the entire time. She remained upbeat and was genuinely interested in all the conversations she was a part of, but she shockingly got through her interactions without rambling on for ages, determined to get through this line. Finally, she met him. Callum, who worked at TEC, introduced himself and chatted with her for a while.

While she was really enjoying their conversation, which seemed to flow like no other conversation she'd had before, at some point she caught a glimpse of the time and realized she should head back before it got too late. About to make her exit, Cal made the offer of walking with her and not so subtly brought up how eager he was to get to know her. "You absolutely don't have to walk with me if you want to go home or do something more interesting. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't love to talk to you more, though," she grinned. "I'd say you're being sweet and endearing, but I'm probably biased since I also want to get to know you."

So they headed out, towards the industrial district. It was a longer walk, but one Jetta had always enjoyed. It was only made better by the company she was in. Her and Cal continued with their chatting, getting to know each other better, and the long walk suddenly felt way too short. As they approached their destination, Jetta wished it could last longer. Clearly on the same page, Cal smoothly asked if she'd want to show him a favorite spot to drink in town. She laughed and nodded. "It's like you read my mind. I know a place."

They continued walking until they reached a small dive bar on the edge of the district. It wasn't a very polished place, but she loved it. It was the place where lots of workers went after the end of a long day, and Jetta had been bought many a drink there after helping out around the factories. It held a special place in her heart. She was happy to show Cal her spot. Based off of the vibes of the conversation, she wasn't sure if he was like flirting flirting, or if he was just being friendly. Either way, she was enjoying it. On the way to sit down after they grabbed drinks, she greeted a few of the people she knew. Once they had gotten settled in a spot, Jetta was about to pick up their conversation again, but something on the small tv screen above the bar caught her eye. An emergency alert. "Oh, um, that's not great, is it?" she frowned as she read the alert.

Looking around the bar, she saw many stressed-out faces as the alert caught the patrons' attention. Some hurried out right away, eager to get to their nearby homes right away, but others stayed in place, clearly worried about how safe they'd be out on the streets. Jetta understood their fear; the industrial district had less security than others, and it was easy to feel unprotected. Without much thought, she stood up and raised her voice enough to be heard, but she wasn't yelling in a panicked way. No, she remained calm and reassuring. "Hey, everyone! I know this is scary, but everything is going to be ok. If anyone is worried about getting home, come talk to us, and we will be happy to help you out." As people began to drift towards her and Cal, waiting to take her up on her offer of help, she realized he had included him in her offer. It was probably kind of rude of her; even if he did seem like he'd be willing to help out, she didn't know that for sure. She lowered her volume a bit as she spoke to him. "Sorry, I shouldn't have just offered up your help like that. You can totally get home if you need to, I can handle these guys." She smiled as she spoke, showing no judgment, but she really did hope he'd stay.
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the hastened pace of a pair of shoes, and not of his own, hitting the cement mixed with the increasingly apparent shade of red growing brighter as they ran towards him made him panic where he stood. fuck!, owen thought to himself as the still unknown individual's pace didn't slow down.

"wait! i'm not the guy-!" he tried to get out, the loudness of his voice increasing at a peak when their body suddenly slammed into his own. habitually, his arms enveloped them in an attempt to slow down the intensity of the blow, only to be propelled down to the floor with the weight of another body on top of him. his hoodie did no favor to soften the fall as his back was met with the hard and cold cement of the alleyway to pin him in place where he lay.

whoever they were, he was somewhat thankful for how lightweight they were against him. it didn't make the situation any less startling or painful, but owen could have been caught in a worse situation given the circumstances. he wasn't supposed to be outside in the first place and he still didn't know if the danger was over. but, he still groaned:

"jesus..christ..," owen winced while attempting to wiggle his way out from underneath them. the usual adrenaline that saved him from situations like this was long gone as he felt every ache. recollection set in his mind as he thought back to what they had announced before the tumble to capture him. team majestic they had mentioned before ramming into him like a semi. perhaps he wasn't in as much danger as he anticipated. but, he wasn't escaping an earful.

"i'm not the guy..," he replied again, more successfully than the last as he rose to his feet and offered to help the other party up. rightfully, they still seemed to be in defense mode, forcing owen to throw up his hands in surrender. in that moment, he would rather be scolded than thrown to the wall that was now behind him.

"i swear i'm not! i was just out here to take some pictures. look, you can even see my camer..," where had his camera gone? previously draped around his neck, owen recalled taking it off before running into the alleyway. now, as his gaze shifted to the ground underneath their feet, he couldn't help but sigh as he saw bits and pieces of matte black canon parts scattered. slowly bending down to grab the mostly intact camera, he snatched it up with a slightly firm grip and outstretched the same hand towards his new companion of sorts.

"it's right here. and over there.. some there too," he half-jokingly retorted. the tone of disappointment lingering in his voice could give away the regret that began to sink in now. suddenly, it didn't seem all that worth it to capture a rogue mutant if it meant breaking a camera and almost an ankle.














































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The lights, the music, the free flowing vibes and good company had Ariel dying to just ignore the alarm in favor of keeping the party going onto the next place stupid enough to serve them. She seriously eyed those shots but she already knew it wouldnโ€™t be in the cards tonight. Team Majestic was short staffed as it was. With only four of them at the moment, all the manpower they could get from any of the guilds counted. It was a weird feeling, having someone to let down.

"Fine, fine, I'll sober up. Should be easy, I'm not even that drunk." She clapped her best friend on the back of the shoulder.
โ€œSure. Because historically youโ€™re claims of not being that drunk have worked out SO well, babe.โ€ So much vomit in the back of so many cabs, property damage, dangerous misadventures, you name it, AJ or Cas had probably claimed to be โ€˜not that drunkโ€™ through it. She herself was drunk enough that if she closed her eyes for too long she was likely to end up on the floor. A nice cold, hard floor might be nice actually. If this one wasnโ€™t so very sticky and also covered in panicked partiers all vying to get through two very average sized doors. Did she have a moral obligation to take charge here? She wasnโ€™t SOTO or law enforcement, she certainly couldnโ€™t think of a legal obligation, and if she did, would any of them be better off? She was probably better off getting Casper home safe and joining the search on the way.

"A glass of water, kind sir" she hit Casper lightly in the shoulder in response to the ridiculous accent, but it was the right choice. If she wanted to be able to use her power to help either of them, sheโ€™d better get sober enough to aim or they were both fucked.

Ariel wasnโ€™t an anxious person, she didnโ€™t like dwelling on things, normally she just took Rowans orders and bounded into action without a thought in her head, or pointed herself toward the most interesting party or prettiest girl and let her hedonistic, spontaneous impulses do the rest. The affects of having to sit here and drunkenly actually assess the seriousness of the situation must have been uncharacteristically showing, because Casper jumped to trying to make her feel better almost immediately. Actually impressive especially given how far up in the clouds his head was.

"Hey, it's gonna be totally fine," she loved him SO MUCH.

"You don't even have to worry about me. I'm gonna live forever." Yup. There it was, the partyboy she knew. Goddammit. She had to get them out of here and had no qualms admitting that they didnโ€™t have two brain cells to rub together between them right now.
โ€œSure, manโ€

"Wait. Fuck. I'm not gonna live forever. Shitttt. Oh my god. I'm literally not going to live forever. AJ, that's so scary what the fuck." Oh no. No this was about to be so much more difficult. She let him cling to her, at least then neither of them could run off. His limbs felt like she was being wrapped up by a clingy octopus. "Yeah, you gotta get me out of here." She shifted so that his arm around her shoulder let her guide them and use each other for balance.

โ€œYou know it man. Ride or die, weโ€™ll just have a little walk back to your apartment, ok? โ€™s fine. Think thereโ€™s a back door to this place overrrrโ€ฆ there somewhere. Unless it's Swackhammers that has that.โ€ She sort of waved toward the little hall the lead toward the kitchen. โ€œThereโ€™s also a window in the girls room if you feel like tryna to climb a sink while I laugh at you. That one's def'nitely here.โ€ Not that sheโ€™d do much better in her heels. Maybe she should take them off? She started too and then remembered too late that she was connected to Casper and sent them both stumbling to regain balance. โ€œCool cool. Ok shoes stay on. Got it.โ€





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"wait! I'm not the guy-!"
They hadn't meant to tackle the guy. They'd lurched forward to grab him, maybe hold him up against the wall for questioning, her lack of physical or social graces sent her tripping forward and careening into him. Unfortunately with their power it didn't take a whole lot of force on her part for something to be felt as a significant blow. It all happened much to fast for the mans declaration of innocence to save him from the harsh impact on the concrete below.

She felt the wind knocked out of his lungs on impact, and the teeth rattle in her skull even though she landed mostly on top of him. A mix of glad and guilty feelings about him unwittingly breaking her fall washed over here. She would definitely have to watch this guy for a concussion... she eyed the offer up a little suspiciously, but took the hand. She'd already be back to chasing him down again if the guy had actually been up to no good and tried to bolt.

"i swear i'm not! i was just out here to take some pictures. look, you can even see my camer..,"
Her chest seized as she saw the broken pieces, strewn about the alley, identifiable only by the little light that came in glinting off of them.
"it's right here. and over there.. some there too"
"Oh my god. Oh my god I'm so sorry!"
This man was definitely a civilian. Oh god, she was supposed to inspire and protect civilians! Not terrorize them!
"Did you get lost in the evac or something? Come on, I'll get you home and show you where to get the documents to fill out to report hero work related property damage..."
She was making a lot of assumptions, but if he wasn't the guy and he wasn't taking advantage of the chaos for criminal reasons there was no way he'd be out here on purpose, right? Unless he was a vigilante but considering how easily she'd bowled him over, he didn't seem like the type...






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"well um... not exactly," owen began to confess sheepishly as the heat rose to his cheekbones.

a slight chuckle escaped in between his words, giving away an agenda disguised as a half-truth. of course, he wasn't doing anything considered illegal, but it's not like owen was doing anything he was supposed to do either. soto's orders were as clear as day on the notification from his tekpad earlierโ”€they hadn't wanted anyone outside as long as the danger was still at large. and where was he now?

outside.

in the helping hands of an anxious hero writhed in guilt and embarrassment as she thought she was in the wrong. a usual owen would have fled as gracefully as he could if he hadn't gotten caught. but his moral duty and conscious kept propelling him to do the right thing and tell his truth. hopefully, she would be understanding.

"i take pictures of mutants whenever i'm not busy with classes. they're kinda my muse, ya'know?" he explained while looking anywhere but directly at her. not even the adrenaline rush could relieve the tension in his shoulders as he sang like a bird. still, owen wanted her to know that he was no threat by fully cooperating with her. "when i heard that there was a mutant on the loose, i thought it would be awesome to try and catch a pic. but, not so much now though. you kinda humbled the fuck out of me back there, heh..."

the ache in his back began to set in as he rolled his shoulder. the brisk fall air paid no favors to him either as they sliced through the barriers of his cotton hoodie. perhaps going home was the better option for the night anyway. there was little to no energy left in him to defend himself after being smacked into the pavement. no doubt his company packed one hell of a tackle. and he would have appreciated her strength a lot more if he hadn't felt it firsthand.

adding on, owen continued: "..and i don't think that report would do much for me considering i was outside by my own choice. my camera wouldn't have broke if i was at home like i was supposed to be."

"speaking of, this little incident isn't going to fuck me over too bad, right?" he asked (and internally hoped), finally taking a glance at her direction as they walked out of the alleyway.














































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;; Casper
As Ariel shifted so that Casper's arm would be around her shoulder in a more practical position, he shifted right along with her, as uncooperative as ever. He wrapped both of his arms around her and buried his head in her shoulder, blinking back drunken tears. He initially took her shift in positions as trying to pull away, which frightened him, made him think he was going to be left alone. But, once she started speaking, he remembered that this was his Ariel; she'd never just leave him behind. He instantly relaxed a bit, taking a couple breaths and shifting to a more casual arm-around-shoulder position.

A bit of levity was restored when Ariel poked fun at the idea of him climbing a sink to escape through a window in the girl's bathroom. "Fuck you, I'd climb a sink in no time. I could climb a million sinks if I wanted to." His voice was still a bit shaky, but he was determined to push his negative thoughts away. He knew he wouldn't be able to climb a sink in ten minutes in his current state, though, and the potential danger of the situation lurked in the corner of his mind. He gulped, imagining how he'd probably fall like five times if he attempted any climbing. "But you know I'm no good under pressure, so we can revisit sink climbing another day. Because I could do it, obviously."

When his friend bent down a bit, the sudden movement threw him off balance. The two stumbled around for a moment, Casper refusing to let go of Ariel, leading to about half of their struggle. "Yeah, no one wants to see your grippers, AJ," he scoffed. "Where did you say the door would be? Like over there?" He lazily gestured towards the back of the place like AJ had before and started walking in that direction, still attached to his friend and not planning to let go any time soon. Walking straight proved to be a struggle for the duo, and Casper didn't know if using each other for balance was helping or hurting. But he knew that it gave him some peace of mind, assurance that AJ was right next to him.

Everyone who remained in the club was trying to get out and gathered at the front door, so there was no one really around as they made their way through the back hallway. The door that Ariel said might be there was, in fact, there. "Oh, thank god," Casper sighed. "I mean, like I said, I could climb a sink no problem, but tonight's just not my night, babe." Man, he really fixated on that sink comment. He began to try to push the door open, finding that it wouldn't budge. Locked. Or maybe stuck? Either way, kind of a problem. "Shit, we really are gonna die in here," he pouted a little, trying to use some force on the door to no avail.
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"..and i don't think that report would do much for me considering i was outside by my own choice. my camera wouldn't have broke if i was at home like i was supposed to be."

"speaking of, this little incident isn't going to fuck me over too bad, right?"

Rhett stared at him blankly for a moment. She really didn't know the answer, she was a rookie, barely having one staged battle under her belt. "Ummm..." she began without a plan to end the sentence. "My job is kinda just... see bad guy, punch bad guy, etc... Don't really do the legalities and all tha-" She was cutoff as a figure appeared at the end of the alley, every muscle in her body tensing up.
"Call for backup!" Would he even know who to call? Hopefully he didn't just get stalled by dispatch.
This couldn't be anyone but the mystery mutant, the fear almost palpably coming off him in waves when he grabbed the other man by the throat, the feeling had spread to her, gluing her feet to the gritty ground as the victims silhouette grew weaker and weaker in the arms of the fugitive. Her heart was gripped by a vice that grew colder and tighter with every second that there was nothing they could do but watch the man fall to the ground.

At the sound of his body hitting the pavement, Rhett's trace was broken, and she pushed the photographer into the wall, into an easier to defend position, carefully aware of her own strength this time. Not that she had much of a plan, no idea what this guys abilities were, she just knew she had to stay between him and the civilian, regardless of what happened. As he approached him, she reached out to grab him, hoping to use her strength to hold him or something while the other man called for backup, but her hand closed around nothing, causing her to stumble forward into the suddenly empty space, her head whipped around, trying to figure out what had happened. It took a second for her to locate where the man had ended up, on the other side of them when he suddenly doubled over, retching. It caught her off guard, and she stumbled backward at first, hitting something metal with a loud clang, at first afraid it was some kind of acid spit power until

"Help me..." Always the hero, that was the trigger she needed to launch forward, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"It's ok! What do you need? What happened?" It wasn't ok! Nothing about this was ok! He'd just knocked out or maybe killed that man! But she couldn't just subdue him without at least trying.







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The words 'Casper was right' might do psychic damage as they rang in her head, but he was, they were NOT getting out through that window, they were having difficulty just standing. She patted Casper on the head gently when he buried his face in her shoulder.
"Rude. They're good feet! I bet somebody would pay good money for that..." She answered, temporarily sidetracked by offense at his implication. It took her a moment to refocus when he redirected them toward searching for a back door. The further they got from what was turning into mass hysteria, the better. She should probably use her position to reign it in, calm people down and get them home in an orderly fashion, but she barely had a hold on herself and Casper, plus, she didn't exactly have a mask or uniform on her. She was best off doing what she realistically could until the floor stopped swimming below her. If she took charge and then got into an altercation now, she might be more likely to cause injury to a bystander than actually take out a dangerous unknown if it came to that. The bar goers were better off getting to their own homes and avoiding making appealing targets of themselves.

She sighed in relief when the back door appeared before them, the chaos parting in the back of the bar to reveal an uncontested exit like a holy grail. Only for him to toss himself against it with no luck.

"Cas what are you doing? Get back here weirdo." She called, grabbing his arm and pulling him clear of the door after he tried very hard in vain to open it himself. She tried the handle herself with no luck, all the staff were very preoccupied trying to secure everything to close early and usher people out so they themselves could go home probably. She also couldn't tell if it was bolted or just stuck. After a quick lookaround, hoping for an obvious key or available employee or something turned up nothing, she shrugged. They were leaving one way or another, and she'd deal with the consequences later. Plus, an additional exit would help breakup the stream of people, allowing them to get home faster, and be in smaller crowds, making them less desirable targets in the event that this was some kind of red court terrorist thing.

She placed a hand on her exposed midriff, closing her eyes to imagine what she wanted, and yanked. Her hand pulled away, gripping the butt of an axe that materialized out of her skin as she pulled it further out. It was kind of freaky to watch if you'd never seen it up close before, and it felt like a weird tickle, and like her skin was made of jello, being pulled apart and then rebounding back into its original form.

"That's more like it." She gripped the handle in both hands, held the axe above her head, and swung down with all her upper body strength on the join between the door and the wall, causing a loud crash that had the bartender from earlier to come rushing over,
"Hey what the hell is-" she smiled apologetically,
"Sorry man, hero business." Not that sorry though, because despite the guy attempting to grab and stop her, she swung at the door again, this time crashing the door open, which had the bartender nearly red in the face cursing.

"Right. Let's go, everybody out! Take up the door problem with insurance or something." She ducked under an attempt at the bartender to grab her, nearly fell down in the process, and dragged Casper out into the alleyway with her, several patrons not far behind.





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time seemed to drag at an agonizingly slower rate of motion while xyariah waited for callista to appear. any usual company of her friend would hardly have the mutie feeling so anxious, but the foreign sounds of cal's wave of sadness caused a pain in her heart that wouldn't subside without seeing her first.

it was out of the ordinary for the two to share anything less than feelings of pure bliss or ecstasy with one another, to say the least, and now that xyariah was left to her own assumptions, her thoughts weren't working in her favor to calm her down.

as predicted, nothing worked until callista's figure emerged from thin airโ”€her physical form planting in front of her being the only reason of bubbling co2 to release from xyariah's burning lungs. it was a breath she wasn't aware of holding until it escaped in the form of a sigh, relief washing over her. momentarily, that is. callista's tear-stricken face sounded alarm in her mind while she listened to her explanations.

"fuck yea, cal, you know i'm here for you, always!" xyariah beamed, finding herself wrapping her lanky arms around the other's frame in a comforting fashion for just a moment. after she pulled away, she allowed herself to use the pads of her thumbs to catch the tears threatening to turn her porcelain features into a puffy pink.

despite her usual bluntness and curiosity to pry, she managed to keep questions at a minimum. with an unknown mutant left on the loose to wreak havoc on the streets, xyariah figured it was best to act first then ask later. if she's crying, this someone must mean something to her, she thought to herself. had the roles been reversed, she wouldn't have been stupid enough to stand here longer than she had to while knowing the dangers that may arise.

"when was the last time you talked to them, cal? if you're sharing locos with them, we might be able to pinpoint something from the tekpad..." right? it was in xyariah's nature to stay confident in optimism, especially for one of her dearest companions. one of them had to be strong in this scenario, and cal was showing no signs of emotional capacity left to do so.

"i call dibs on helping you fuck somebody up if we have to," she added without processing her words first, a lighthearted giggle escaping in an attempt to take some tension off the two.

still, she meant it, as she waited for cal's green light to find them.




coded by weldherwings.
 
Da Vibes

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@: N/A Nearby parties: minajesty minajesty DreamBoy DreamBoy Lizy Lizy nova.the.alien nova.the.alien Location: South S. >Urban District > Public Streets Outfit: Red blazer / White button-down shirt / Cuffed jean / Tennis shoes

Rachel's heart skipped a beat as a chirp echoed from the tekpad within the overstuffed wine-colored duffle bag, its shoulder strap weighed down by countless belongings hung off it. Packed in haste, fueled by a mixture of rage and uncertainty, Rachel found herself in a dimly lit alleyway, surrounded by the tangible weight of her existence. With nimble fingers, she wrestled the tekpad from the bag's confines, unveiling a warning message that scrolled urgently across the screen, casting the alley in hues of red. The red was a drastic contrast to her short platinum pixie cut. The black liner around her rich brown eyes were smudged in a few spots, hinting at a rough last 24 hours. Subcontiously her mind took tally of the situation causing a stinging swell of water to rush both eyes.

Determined not to show vulnerability, Rachel blinked back red-hot tears that threatened to betray her emotions. It had been mere minutes since she was expelled from a tiny trinket shop, the world outside shuttering its windows in response to an impending threat of a rogue mutant. Hindsight, with its perfect clarity, taunted her. Had she known the day would unfold with such chaos, she might have approached the situation differently.

A message from her mother, the cause of the chirp, brought a sigh and an eye roll.


Rachel,

We did not raise you to act this way. We are worried sick about you. We can work this out. Just come home and I will talk to your father.
-Mom


The sudden concern seemed fleeting, a temporary truce summoned by the current crisis. There was little chance of returning home without invoking her father's wrath. Not to mention Sentinel West and South were not just a quick block apart.

The digi-map replaced the tekpad in her hands, a digital lifeline guiding her through the labyrinth of South Sentenial toward Demise HQ. Glaring down the alley at the establishment that had cast her adrift, she locked in Demise HQ as her destination. A couple of miles through the city sprawl stretched before her, and the weight of the duffle bag on her shoulders seemed to amplify the burden of her situation.

The urban landscape unfolded as she trudged forward, navigating a city that felt both familiar and alien. With each step, Rachel braced herself for the unpredictable challenges that lay ahead. As she trudged through the nearly empty city streets, the weight of her belongings and the uncertainty of her circumstances pressed heavily on her shoulders. The neon glow of the cityscape flickered overhead, casting long shadows that danced with the rhythmic pulse of the emergency lights. Demise HQ beckoned in the digi-map, a distant sanctuary she hoped would offer refuge in the face of the impending threat. Along the way, she noticed the faint glow of a hotel sign, a potential respite from the uneasy urban exodus. Yearning for a momentary escape, she beelined for the doorway. The hotel's entrance, however, was locked, the lobby dimly lit and devoid of the usual bustle. A sign crudely taped to the glass doors announced, "Closed for Emergency. Seek Shelter Elsewhere." Frustration welled up within her. The city, normally teeming with life, now echoed with an eerie silence, amplifying Rachel's sense of isolation.

Undeterred, she continued on her path, her journey marked by several closed doors and darkened windows along the same block. Each potential refuge was denied, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. The distant echoes of ominous sound effects reverberated, a chilling reminder that solitude wasn't the only companion on these deserted streets. However, the unsettling nature of the sounds left her torn between advancing cautiously and seeking refuge behind the concealment of a nearby power box.







Dreamscape



Rachel








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OWEN.












  • ๐Œ๐Ž๐Ž๐ƒ
    freaked the fuck out atp.


    ๐‹๐Ž๐‚๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐
    roaming utopia, currently the northern business district.


    ๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐€๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’
    rhett & the rogue mutant.











๐Œ๐”๐“๐€๐๐“ ๐Ž๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‹๐Ž๐Ž๐’๐„ !

puzzled and now fused to a nearby wall, owen grimaced at the tenderness of his back from his last physical contact with his company as it smacked against the cooled surface, again. still, he could be grateful that her shove was much more considerate of his mortality than the last. it didn't take him long to analyze the situation and get caught up to speed, watching in brief horror as he witnessed a figure forced down to the road by a grip clamped around its neck.

what the fuck... is that...?, he gulped to himself before flinching at the gust of wind that blew by. then there the mutant wasโ”€driven to his knees by nausea and painfully obvious exhaustion. despite owen's features softening from fear to a look of genuine concern, he still recognized a potential threat when he saw one. being gently subdued by sickness and a helping hand from the mutie that found him in the alleyway didn't automatically make the red flags go away after witnessing the demise of another.

"i don't wanna sound like a dick but um..," his voice trailed off as he pushed himself up from the wall, making his way towards rhett and [redacted]. "did you not see him suck the life force out of that person over there?!" owen exclaimed, glancing at the lump in the roadโ”€a body.

"you shouldn't be that close even if you want to help." he added, a sudden sense of protection washing over him as he hesitated to pull her up and away from them.

his gaze never left them as he fumbled with his tekpad nervously, the anxiety in his thumbs making him navigate the screen as if it were a foreign object in his hands, too fragile for human touch.

owen naturally gravitated to the bright red emergency call button, pressing with a little too much force. unexpectedly, however, an authoritative tone of voice responded with a loud "what's your emergency?"

"we have uh... an individual in distress alongside a road in the northern business district. covered in bile. hardly conscious.. and possibly the rogue mutant..." he added in a quieter tone, chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths. his training seemed lacking now, faced with someone he didn't know what was capable of. he had witnessed just a taste of the possibility, but no part of him wanted to stick around and find out.

"we can't stay here. help is already on the way, let's just leave before something bad happens!" owen reached down to her again, offering a semi-shaky hand towards rhett. he wanted to help, truly. but his fight or flight had kicked in before his courage had this time.




coded by weldherwings.
 
mood :
gonna die here rip

location :
nightclub, urban district
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
Ariel DreamBoy DreamBoy
Samson
;; Casper
"Hey!" Casper gasped, feigning offense at being called a weirdo. But he put up no resistance as Ariel pulled him back. Partially because he didn't have the strength to do so, partially because he knew he was a fool for trying to bust down a door himself when there was a perfectly capable, badass mutant beside him. "It's not gonna open for you, do the thingggg," he whined as she attempted to open the door the normal way and glanced around for a non-destructive solution.

Seeing as there was no non-destructive solution, or at least they weren't able to come up with one in their current mental state, Casper watched as Ariel seemed to set her mind to something and placed her hand on her midriff. He giggled a little, finding the axe coming out of his friend's body amusing for no damn reason. As frequently as he'd seen her create objects out of her body, it was always at least a little entertaining, even more so when he was drunk. He nodded as she held the axe she created over her headโ€”a solid choice for breaking down a door, in his expert opinion. "Yeah, you show that door who's boss," he cheered as she began swinging.

The bartender from earlier seemed to notice this disturbance and ran over. "You heard the woman, hero business. Back up, buddy. Back up!" He declared and attempted to push the guy back as he went to grab and stop Ariel. Due to a lack of strength and energy, his shoves were more like small taps, like a harmless but annoying little fly buzzing around. Fortunately, the bartender seemed to be sheerly focused on the door and not fighting back against Casper's disjointed attempts at shooing him away.

There wasn't much time for this guy to try and catch Ariel because she busted the door down quite quickly, giving them room to escape. Ariel grabbed a hold of Casper's arm, dragging him along as he quickly flipped off the bartender with his other hand. Now making their way through the alleyway behind the nightclub, he felt less safe than he was inside the club. Somewhere deep down, he knew that he'd be fine; they just needed to calmly get back to his apartment, and all would be well. But the panic was still there, and the new environment was not helping.

"This definitely looks like a place I'd get killed. Like not even by this scary ass mutant, like I could just be walking here any night and I think someone would jump out and stab me or something." He gripped Ariel's hand tightly as they began to walk in the direction of his place, holding on so tight that he was hurting his own hand. Considering his friend's ability, a thought popped into his head. Not a very smart one in his inebriated state, but a thought nonetheless. "Should I have a gun? I mean, I think you should give me a gun. It's a really smart idea for me to have a gun in my hand right now, so I can fight off whatever psycho killer jumps out at us. AJ, I will literally make out with you right here right now if you give me a gun." He begged for a weapon until he was out of breath, pouting at her when he was finally finished.
coded by reveriee.
 
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