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                                              ◆He took a deep breath, as if centering himself, and Sheera waited. She was a little frightened. Of what? Her own desires, her own passion... His desires... What had changed that this should be happening? She wasn't sure whether to fight it or embrace it. "Sheera..." Darren paused. Outside, the sun was swallowed by the horizon and replaced by the moon and stars. Her room darkened. There were no lights to turn on; she never needed them and this wasn't a situation - at least to her - that would need them. There was... There was that change again. That shift. That one thing that she couldn't quite pinpoint... And then: "Sheera, I love you. I have had eyes for you ever since we met on the rooftop of that damn run down pizzeria in LA. I may not have known it then, but we were destined for each other. I am so sorry for all of this. Me getting engaged to Aria was a mistake. I was so blind. I've just been so confused. I never knew that you shared my feelings, so I made a rash decision to take Aria as a substitute. What I didn't realize then, was that nothing could ever replace the love I feel for you. It just wouldn't be the same. Please... forgive me Sheera." Her heart stopped. He... Loved her? And had, since their first meeting on the rooftop in L.A.? He had chosen... Aria as a... substitute? Sheera felt dazed, heart hammering far too hard, far too fast. He climbed to his feet, keeping a light grip on her arm until he was fully upright... Even then he only stood for a second before turning and sitting on the bed, pulling her over to straddle his lap. She suddenly felt very shy, like a teenager who was experiencing her first time with a man . Darren ran his fingers through her hair, stopping at the back of her head to pull her down into a kiss that was different from the first one. It wasn't forced. It was intimate, sensual, fueled by passion and desire. His free arm wrapped around her waist and the other slid down to link with it. As he leaned back onto the bed, his body language begged her to follow and... she did.

                                              Sheera woke some undetermined time later - she could tell that it hadn't been long at least - to find that she was once again alone in her room. The spot next to her was warm but the warmth was fading quickly, indicating that Darren had left not too long ago. She propped herself up on her elbows and cocked her head, closing her eyes and reaching out with her abilities, searching for him... He was in the training room, which was empty save for him. The shadow-wielder stood, porting herself directly to the shower for the quickest shower of her life before darkness swirled around her, pulling away momentarily to reveal her hero uniform before she disappeared once more. Ordinarily, she would have stepped directly from the shadows into the training room but something stopped her... Not a physical stop but perhaps a little nudge telling her that it would perhaps be best if she didn't reveal herself. What she saw was Darren, mechanically dressing himself in his uniform and Sheera could tell that something was very, very wrong... When he left, she followed, trailing silently through the shadows. She saw everything that transpired after he left up to the moment he ended up on that rooftop. The Russian couldn't believe the things she was seeing... The way Darren had so brutally murdered the thug, who, though a lowly criminal, had a family and a life and didn't deserve to die, and the fact that he did it as though driven by some internal, vicious force that had no regard for right or wrong but simply wanted to kill the thug. Wait... Her eyes widened even as she watched, the thought that had just occurred to her freezing her in place. Surely not... Blood splattered the ground as the thug was brutally murdered and Darren left the scene, dripping with crimson liquid, an anger that wasn't his own radiating off of him, seeming not to see anything in front of him. In fact, it appeared as though he was being driven, as though his body was a vessel for... another... being... No. No this couldn't be right. Sheera closed her eyes for a moment, trying to tamp down the welling panic, before reaching out with her abilities, feeling for that familiar touch...

                                              No...

                                              Anger blossomed in her chest. Surely not... Darren made his way through the streets and to the rooftops, moving almost mechanically but not. Sheera bit her lip and then disappeared, slipping through the shadows, following the archer through the streets and up to the rooftop. She had to test her theory. She had to figure out if she was right. The Russian prayed to whatever deity she could think of that she was wrong. Unfortunately... she wasn't. Sheera remained hidden from sight and watched as Darren came back to himself, remorse evident on his features. She could feel it swirl through him and she knew then that she was correct in her assumption. The Russian knew what was going on now, she had figured out their game, and now she was pissed. Way beyond pissed. But... Not only that. Her chest hurt and it was hard to breathe. As though she had been socked in the gut and was now struggling for air. Tears began to gather in her eyes. Was this what heartbreak felt like? Was this the feeling that people got when their emotions had been toyed with and then shattered like so many fragile pieces of glass? It was awful. Sheera reappeared in her bathroom, the cowl and blindfold slipping from her head as she looked into the mirror, startled to find a haggard, heartbroken face staring back at her... It took her a moment to realize that she was looking at a reflection of herself. Anger took over then, clouding all thought and judgment and she pulled her first back and slammed it into the mirror, shattering it and putting large cracks all the way to the edge. She. Was. Done. No more. At least... Not for tonight. Even as that awful throb continued in her chest, as though her heart was having a hard time coming to terms with the discovery she had just made. Her knuckles were bleeding. How did that happen? I hit the mirror. Oh. Right. Of course. There was a shard of mirror stuck in her skin and she absentmindedly picked it out, flicking it to the side, where it hit the wall and left a small splash of blood. No matter. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Except for the fact that what she had thought to be true was a lie. At least... what she had hoped to be true was a lie.

                                              No wonder Darren was behaving the way he was. How could she not have seen it sooner? Noticed at least. No one else would have known... No one else would have known the signs or what to look for... They would just have seen the odd behavior and perhaps other odd physical signs... But she... She should have realized what was going on far sooner than she had. She'd been blinded by hope. And now... Now she had to figure out how to fix it.

                                              Sheera had made her way all the way to the kitchen/dining room area, as she'd been wandering pretty much indiscriminately throughout the base, and found Kayleb sitting at a table. She wondered how long he'd been there. And then she had a sudden moment of clarity: they were supposed to be going on patrol together and she'd left him in the training room over an hour earlier while she tried to escape a meeting with Darren. Fat lot of good that did. Anger seared through her again. <"We're leaving,"> said the Russian, walking past him. Kayleb tried to ask her something, though whether it was 'what was wrong' or 'what took you so long' she wasn't sure. And she didn't care. Sheera cut him off with, <"Now!"> Her voice was nearly a snarl and he flinched. She felt bad but didn't apologize. And rather than wait for him to meet her on the rooftop, darkness swirled around them both and they were suddenly standing atop a roof across town. Sheera stood there for a few seconds before saying, <"Lets go."> She didn't wait to see if he was following before taking off across the rooftops, leaping over the gaps between the buildings and slipping seamlessly over the uneven tiles. What was obvious was that she was angry. What wasn't obvious was why.


Location: ?xxxxThoughts: ...xxxxMood: Hurt and angry

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Tina half glared as Mist spoke, she was not in much of a mood for his antics at the moment. What she wanted to do was go out and beat the living daylights out of someone, preferably Frost himself, but he was likely off hiding at the moment so any lowly criminal would have to do for the time being.

With a shrug to herself, in attempts to calm her anger at least a bit, Tina headed off to get herself changed and ready for patrol after Mist vanished to do the same. She was quite quick, but not so quick as Mist had been. She found him where they had separated, and was half surprised he had even bothered to wait for her. It wasn't uncommon for him to pop out and have you catch up if he felt you were taking to long.

She almost wished he had gone ahead when he called her angry chica, "Don't call me that." She almost snapped out as she put her communicator in her ear, "We'll be taking Route 4 in H Sector.. It's near big ben." She spoke, clearly aware he had no idea of the routes so instead provided him with the nearest known landmark so he could port them there quickly.

Upon their arrival on a rooftop not to far from Big Ben, Tina had them headed off to the actual route. It wasn't terribly far, a few blocks, but when they arrived Tina paused on the roof of a tallish building to give Manuel a bit of a overview of the route, just in case they got separated and needed to meet up again somewhere. They moved on at a steady pace, Tina was aware that Mist was somewhat tired from all the porting he'd already done in the day. Though things for the most part seemed quite quiet in this area of the city... much to Tina's disappointment. She was really hoping to beat the s**t out of someone.


[Location: in the city] [Mood: Slightly calmer, but still pretty pissed] [Thoughts: Where are the lowlifes when you need them?]


OoC: I'm not sure if someone was supposed to be joining them or not.. if so, just have it happen lol.

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Kayleb had waited around the training room for Sheera for a awhile but eventually gave up the wait and headed to the kitchen to grab a light snack and maybe something to drink while he waited for her to finish whatever it was she had gotten herself busy with.

He had long since finished the sandwich he had made for himself and his water had gone room tempurater before Sheera found her way to him. He perked up when Sheera entered the room, though the excitement of her arrival and their finally going on patrol was shot down by her demeanor. He tried to ask what was wrong.. what happened to change her mood so drastically in the past hour or so, but she shut down his questions with a snarl, causing him to flinch away and almost try to hide himself behind his wings. He steadied himself though, just as shadows enveloped him then dissipated moments later, leaving them on a roof across the city.

Sheera took off moments after arrival, and Kayleb quickly took to the air so he wouldn't get left behind. He followed her path from above, watching her just as much as he watched the streets below. Eventually, he couldn't stand to see her so obviously hurt and angered by something that he had to go down and fly just a few feet above her. It was more dangerous for him down here, he was a lot more likely to hit chimney's, poles or wires but he was worried..

"Are you okay? What happened?" He asked once he was sure he was close enough for her to be able to hear him clearly. He hoped it wasn't something to bad.. but with how angry Sheera seemed... it had to be something pretty significant.


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When you're standing on the battlefield, And all the pain is real...

Aria was sleeping so peacefully for what felt to be the best time in weeks; ever since the day that Darren had killed Craig and she had nearly killed him - accidentally mind you but still - she hadn't had a peaceful night's sleep. And then there was all of the excitement of the day, where she had turned herself into the cops for something that she hadn't truly been guilty of and then escaped said cops before nearly being captured, with the hopes that Darren would be where he said he would only to be rescued by an unfamiliar vigilante named Python. My, wouldn't Celeste be jealous if she found out? It still angered her that Darren hadn't been where he was supposed to... And because of Sheera, no less. One could easily say that she hated the Russian... Despised her, in fact. But she wasn't thinking of this, not even dreaming of the events that had passed over the last few weeks and days. Aria was so exhausted - drained emotionally and physically - that she didn't even toss and turn as was per usual. She was dreaming, however, but not of bad things. Instead, she was dreaming of things to come in the future. Her wedding. Perhaps even children... But that certainly wouldn't be for some time. She was so out of it, so deep into sleep, that she didn't hear Darren enter the bedroom. He was so quiet that the only sound in the room was that of her breathing. The amulet glowed gently in the darkness of the room, a faint amber color that could be seen around her neck, and the long tail of her braid was curled up against her. The black eye was now a mixture of faded purple and yellow and the split lip just a small indent instead of a crack. Had she been awake, she would have thought that Darren would be in the bathroom long enough to brush his teeth and maybe change into a pair of pajama pants before sliding beneath the sheets for a good nights rest. She liked the idea of curling up next to him and listening to his heartbeat as she fell asleep. Besides... He'd been so off lately that cuddling up next to him sounded like heaven. And after he'd failed to pick her up after her escape from the cops and her yelling at him and then him leaving again... It would be even better to just spend some quiet time with him... "ARIA!" Like a gunshot, Darren's yell woke the red-head immediately and she sat up, the light clicking on with a push from her telekinesis and the sight before her was... Most unexpected and more than a little terrifying. There was Darren, unclothed and frozen, and then a dark shadow, which was floating towards her and she was quick to scramble backwards, away from it... Even as it began to dissolve before her very eyes. It was gone before reaching the bedside, leaving Aria seated in the center of the bed, the sheet curled around her, and Darren near the bathroom door. Silenced reigned for several seconds and then she noticed that her fiance was beginning to sway before he began to collapse entirely. No. That wasn't right. What was wrong? What was that shadow thing? What was happening? As he fell, she caught him with telekinesis and leapt from the bed, reaching him in an instant. Aria wrapped her arms around him, easing him to the floor. Something was wrong. Very wrong. His face seemed slack, his eyes dazed, and she wondered if he would even be coherent if she spoke to him. Tears began to gather in her eyes. "Aria.. I've.. I've done something terrible." The words were choked out, tears streaming down his face and terror reared up in her gut like a poisonous snake. What? What had he done? "Darren, what's wrong? What happened? What's going on?" Aria fought to keep the panic from her voice. The sheet was dragged off the bed, as though pulled by an invisible force, before tucking itself around his body. She wiped the tears from his face, fingers brushing over the stubble on his face and then through the short spikes of his hair. "What was that... That shadow? Are you okay? What... What..." She couldn't bring herself to ask him what it was that he had done. Or perhaps she didn't want to know... In her heart, she felt that it was something... Awful. Aria closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath before easing him up into a seated position and using telekinesis to summon some clothing to their side. After a bit of work, she managed to help Darren dress in a pair of pajama pants and a lose shirt and in short order they were seated on the couch in the living room. Aria wiped a tear from her cheek - it had been terrifying, waking up to see what she had, to see Darren so fragile and weak - and then asked, "Darren... Please, tell me what's going on. What happened to you?"

That's when you realize That you must've done something right, Cause you've never felt so alive

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"Alright, maybe next time."Jason said to Tina when she said she wasn't in the mood for playing games. Jason picked out Trivial Pursuit when Jaegar said he could choose the game. Being a genius gave him the advantage in a game like this. Jaegar would likely regret letting Jason pick the game. He had never lost a game of Trivial Pursuit.

When the two exited the game closet, Jason noticed that Shaundi was still in the base. "Room for one more, if you want to join us." Jason offered, holding the game up slightly to show her what they were going to be playing. He was pretty sure that he'd still come out with a win against his teammates.

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"I won't be too upset if we don't see an event. I can always come back another day," Novik smiled at her as they made their way towards the first animal exhibit. The alien didn't seem to be pleased with the bird enclosure's, though the white-haired female was certain that it was only because the winged creatures were easy to hear but not to see within their enclosure. The peacocks and a few other larger birds who were strutting around on the ground or the lower branches of the enclosure. Novik's excitement at the sight of some of the primate exhibits caused Celeste to smile - she hadn't been to the zoo in some time and it was nice to see the enthusiasm of another - and her smile broadened just a bit when he said, "Despite the hair and proportions, I can really see the resemblance between your species." He had to be careful saying things like that... People could get offended and she didn't want any more attention than was necessary to them. "There are some who believe that. Others believe that humans and metas came from a superior force... That we were created by an all knowing, all seeing, all powerful being. Others say that humans were an accident. And others believe that metas originated from several powerful beings with abilities we could never hope to comprehend or combat. It's all very jumbled and people are very divided over it." Perhaps, if they had the time some day, she'd talk to him about religion and politics... She thought it would be something he'd like. But today was not the day for that. They looked at a few more different species before moving onward, passing the amphitheater before taking a look at the penguins, parrots, and butterfly exhibits. While Celeste herself enjoyed the butterflies, Novik didn't and upon asking him why, he explained that they resembled flesh-eating parasites from his home world; this prompted the white haired female to move on to the next enclosure. When the pair arrived at the exhibit, she found that it was monkeys and that Novik regained his composure and what appeared to be most of his excitement at the sight of them. "Why are these ones separated from the other primates? Do they not get along?" inquired the alien. Celeste thought this over for a moment before saying, "The animals of Earth all come from different places and have different genetic sequences, even if many are similar. If these ones are separated into a different area from the rest, it's likely only because they're of a different species and likely not suitable for the habitats and eating habits of the others." She was sure someone else could've given a much better explanation to the alien but he listened intently and seemed to find it truly interesting. However, the pair had to move on quickly when a monkey got a little rambunctious and threw some rather fowl substances at a child, prompting Novik into busting into loud laughter and causing Celeste to move them quickly from the scene so that the childs parents wouldn't become angry with her or the alien who wore a human face. Once they were removed from the scene, Novik said, "I'm so sorry Celeste." He was still chuckling as they approached the enclosure's for the big cats. "It was just so unexpectedly funny." She shook her head. They stopped walking so that he could regain his composure and she said, "I'm sure you're not the only one who thought it was but I'm sure that child thought it much less so. Try to remember that next time you think to laugh at someone else's misfortune." She wasn't going to lecture him but it was a gentle reminder for him to remember that there were somethings that probably shouldn't be done when in human company. Only once he had fully regained his composure did they move on. "They look so much like tiny Deofy's," he said as they watched the lion's lay about their enclosure. What was a Deofy? "Missing some legs of course and the body isn't segmented but they are very similar." So... The creature he spoke of was, in some ways, a large lion with a segmented body and many legs... Perhaps she could convince him to draw a picture of them some day. Then, as they approached the tiger cages... Novik did the worst thing possible: he jumped into the cage. Shocked gasps and screams followed this and Celeste moved forward to jump in after him, "Novik!" Only to find that her way was blocked by several men, one even daring to wrap an arm around her to stop her from going in after him. She struggled against the mans grasp and tried to resist the urge to blind them all long enough for her to hero up and go get the alien out of the pit. The tiger's were clearly not okay with having this intruder in their habitat and growled menacingly, hackles raising, beginning to stalk forward with the intent to defend their territory.

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Jaeger grinned, sitting on the living room floor. "Trivial Pursuit, huh?" He chuckled. "You're a genius, right? Thanks for not being too stereotypical and picking chess." He shook his head and started shuffling cards. He took extra care handling them with his right hand--he didn't want to crush the delicate pieces of cardstock with an accidental spasm or glitch in the motors. He handed a few to Jason, still grinning like an idiot. "You may be a genius, but I have a computerized brain." Will winked. "This'll be fun." He waved at Shaundi. He didn't know her well, but now seemed like the perfect time for them to better acquaint themselves.


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It's nice to relax


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OOC: small post, sorry. Also, who plays Shaundi? I couldn't find somebody to quote.

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“All yours. Make me proud.” JC said, chuckling slightly at the last bit. It was sometimes unnerving to the rookies to hear the veteran heroes joke during situations when someone's life was on the line, but eventually they learned the truth: The heroes didn't joke because it was funny. They did it to distance themselves, they did it so they could get by. If they lived and died with every moment of being a hero, they would not last long in the business. It was a cold reality of the job, but living and dying with each event was not something the heroes could afford to do.

And besides, things were tense but not bad yet.

JC watched from the edge of the roof as Jr went to work, doing quite well in taking out the mugger. Unfortunately, he did fudge the ending a bit, hurrying off the victim, or at least attempting to, before grapple hooking away. Because of his removed vantage point, JC had seen the flames Jr had not.; this girl was a meta. JC dropped silently into the alley, landing next to the mugger and examining the man's front. The man was whimpering in pain, and JC moved quickly, pulling a syringe out of his belt and injecting the man in his neck. The man was out cold rather quickly.

“Electro. Emergency services to this location. Localized 2nd degree burns, patient stable and sedated. “ he called out, knowing Jr was likely just above him on a rooftop; he could handle getting the authorities here while JC handled the man and the woman. “Miss, he will be fine, please just try to breathe.” JC said, getting up and getting closer to Celia, but staying far enough away for her not to panic. What he needed was a closer look at these flames; color could say a lot about intensity and just how they were made.

“He is alive he is fine, aside from some pain, but there is nothing life threatening in the slightest.” he told her. “Besides, he attacked you. From what I've seen, your powers reacted before you did, so it is not your fault. I can help extinguish the flames though... or give you a chance for release” he offered, rubbing his gloved hands together as he planned.

In quick succession, two projectiles were embedded into the concrete in front of the girl. “Release at the one here,” he paused, pointing to the right projectile before continuing, “it will convert the heat into electricity. The second one, well, think of it as something that converts electricity into cold. The heat essentially will make cold, so everything evens out.” he explained to her. Fire was not damaging without heat after all.

The second effect was one he had mastered back in LA, and was one of the most complicated ones he had even tasked himself with. Still, it paid off in the end as he could now do things like he had just done. Normally it was for house fires and such, but it would work fine for this too.

As he worked, he heard a gunshot from their North East... not too close but judging by the noise, higher caliber. Soon the police band would begin to light up. "We've got our assignment... sorry to take over, but I'm asserting that." JC explained to Jr. "Tina, Mist, high caliber shot fired, sending you the coordinates, please investigate." he said into his communicator before using the device to send them the general location of the shots. They could use the police band to narrow it down.

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Okay, she was clearly still snippy and angry after hearing about Tank, that much was obvious. What Manny was forgetting was that he had more time to digest what had happened, so it simply was not as raw in him as it was with the water twins. He kept trying to remind himself of that fact, but his naturally playful personality was hard to keep under wraps. The angry chica remark had not been intended with any sort of barb to it, but clearly some of it still stuck.

So he kept his mouth shut as she pointed out where they were going, giving him a landmark even so he could take them there. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, took a deep breath, then teleported them to Big Ben, or at least a close rooftop. Truth be told he had been aiming for setting them at the base to the clocktower, but he just didn't have it in him. As much as Tina was hoping for an eventful patrol to release her anger on, he was hoping for something nice and easy then a warm bed to go pass out in.

That thought was banished after a bit of patrolling. Sure, the hope had built up after things stayed quiet, but a message from the Hawk changed all that. "********." Mist said, rolling his eyes before pulling up his communicator to listen to the police band... and realizing it wasn't connecting as his was geared towards American police forces. "Double ********... Tina, can you get a more specific location from the cops, let them know we are on our way?" he asked her.

What they would hear from the cops were reports of shots fired, the location, and the fact that witnesses reported it as a sort of chase... well, a man chasing a flickering pair of ghosts. Tina had to be happy if she connected the reports of a semi-invisible white haired boy with Jack Frost. Clearly, somebody was granting her wishes tonight over Manny's.

As soon as she had a location, Manny would teleport them to the chase so they could stop it before innocent people got hurt.


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Eyes huge, so little left if something
Cracks and clues, he’s crazy as a straw
Why denied, does no one care or nothing
How, you ask, I ever last so long

Cause I, I went blind, a blinding riot
He’s regretting every word
Those empty lies
One more tonight, a blinding riot
As I summon every nerve


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Location: Across the street from Maeva's Shop --- Chasing Rotor and Jack Frost



Rotor began rambling. He mentioned Maeva Kryme. Now he knew why that shop was so damn eerie. Still.. Rotor should've known better than to threaten a master of information with the queen of information. He did know better.. he was just stalling! A flash of light was emitted from the shapeshifter's eyes. Mokin had been blind for almost two decades. Lot of good that did the duo. Really though... 'a lot of good it did them' would be a true statement. Mokin seemed to flinch at the burst of light. When he could see clearly again, he moved swiftly, sticking a bomb to the equipment. "Karuma, take after them and give me a path. Take some friends with you." Karuma took flight, tailing the smoke trail that Rotor was leaving behind the 'invisible' pair. Mokin jumped from the roof, the charge detonating behind him, which in turn propelled him to the next rooftop with ease. He landed in a somersault, which he pulled out of without missing a beat. He followed the path set by Karuma. Birds, both large and small, lined this path, giving him clear view of everything he needed to get from one place to another. Rotor and the white haired man had a significant lead, but that was not a problem. Long range was his specialty. They had just made a turn around a skyscraper about a block away. Perfect.

Mokin took a hard turn, leaping across buildings with little to no effort. He was used to Tokyo... London couldn't even hold a candle to a city of that caliber. A large gap would arrive soon. He surveyed the layout and formulated a plan. "Karuma, I need your eyes. Let us give those thieves a road-flock." Mokin pulled a barbed stake from his hip, digging it into an air vent. The stake connected with a chain, which led to a crossbow. He gripped the crossbow, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Another barbed stake soared through the air, nailing it's mark; a rooftop on the other side of the gap. He was still running... had been the entire time. At the last moment he jumped hooking the crossbow over the chain. Mokin slid to the other building, landing in yet another somersault. During the somersault he unhooked the crossbow, placed it onto his back, and gripped what looked to be a mangled group of metal from his lower back. Instead of rolling to his feet, he ducked into a kneel, his arm flipping from behind him. The mangled metal unraveled into a fifty caliber rifle, which he leveled in his other hand. Karuma came from the sky, landing on his shoulder, keeping her eyes locked on the jet stream that was now headed in their direction.

From the dark came an enormous flock of sparrows, headed right into Jack's path. This caused them to stop in mid-air. Many of the birds fell from the cold Jack emitted, the others fled for their lives. It didn't matter. They had given Hack Shot every bit of the split second he needed. The sound of the rifle rang through the air. A bullet struck one of Rotor's engines, causing them to stagger in the air. He had it.. the kill shot.. so easy. Karuma cooed in his ear. Another shot rang out.... destroying the flash drive that had been left open in the struggle to level themselves. Karuma screeched. "I know, I know! Let's go before we get in any more.." He was cut off as he turned by the sight of a Challenger in green. Did you hear him coming?" he asked Karuma in a worried tone. She cooed. Nope.. she hadn't. Mokin backed away slowly, rifle in the air. "Whoa buddy. I'm not here to cause trouble... Mr...." His name was, "... Mist.. yes.. um.. If it's all the same to you.. I'll just be leaving." He was not incredibly afraid of one Challenger. The real problem lied within their tactics. They were never alone. Mokin did not come prepared for a fight... this was suppose to be a simple recon and equipment destruction. It had turned into a chase.. and now a possible close encounter; something he was not very happy with. Maybe, just maybe, this guy could be reasoned with. The Challengers were pretty understanding people.. most of them anyway. This man was Detroit sector. It was his job to know that. It was not one of his targets, but at the moment... that was the furthest thing from Mokin's mind. Mist seemed to settle.. if only slightly. Only an idiot would actually lower his guard when standing in front of a man with a fifty cal. So, he expected as much. Where was the other one.. or the other 'ones'? Karuma listened to Mokin's thoughts. Birds circled over head. Was that water? One of the twins... the angry one! Mokin swiftly folded his sniper onto his back and dove off the building. He had jumped straight into the water... and was now frozen within it.

(OwlsOnConquest: Hey guys, I know you probably wanted a fight. I'm just trying to wrap up my characters for this day in the rp. Also.. you guys just captured Hack Shot. Someone no one knows anything about. smile )

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                                              ◆Sheera really shouldn't have worried about Kayleb getting left behind or not following her; he was as devoted as anyone, doubly so it seemed in her case, and she should have remembered that he wasn't going to just stand there and watch her take off on her own... Especially when she knew he would recognize her anger as something foreign and fierce and want to console her. Was he ever angry? She wasn't sure. Upset, certainly, she knew that well enough... After all, hadn't he shut himself away in a closet and stabbed himself with his feathers after learning of Aria's engagement to Darren? God... How could she have been so stupid as to believe that Darren had so willingly tossed aside his E1 sweetheart... For her? It was a stupid, misguided hope... And still that line of thinking didn't make her feel any better. In fact... It made her feel worse. Curse her foolish heart. Sheera heard Kayleb winging his way through the air above her and could almost feel his eyes on her back. His worry was almost palpable. How would he react, she wondered, if she were to tell him the truth of what had just happened? Of why she had kept him waiting so long and left so fast in such a foul temper. After all... She'd been in a fine mood before and after her training session with Jr. After several minutes of running in a silence that was far from being blissful, as her mind was churning with what had happened between her and Darren and the discovery she had made afterwards, Sheera heard Kayleb make his way down from the safer heights to fly closer to her. She knew it was dangerous for him, being so close to the rooftops where he could easily hit a chimney, poles or wires. "Are you okay? What happened?" Ha. How was she supposed to explain it? She couldn't bear it if her one true friend - for all her hard words and behavior, Sheera considered Kayleb to be her best friend and protected him like he was a younger brother - looked at her with disgust and horror. She'd managed to escape that so far... He was so kind to her despite her not truly deserving it. Sheera... Felt she didn't deserve his kindness now. But how to explain her anger to him? She could always tell him the truth... Because that would surely go over so well. Except not at all. Sheera slowed in her relentless run, coming to a halt on a rooftop. <"Have you ever... wished for something so badly that you thought you'd give anything to have it? And just when you think you've got that thing... You find out it's a lie and..."> She paused, mulling over her thoughts for a moment so that she didn't accidentally say what it was that she was trying to avoid actually saying. <"And you don't know whether to pretend that you never realized it was a lie and go with it or to fix it... Even though you know fixing it is the right thing to do."> She was glad it was dark out. Sheera didn't want Kayleb to see her become upset again; it seemed that her anger had dissipated into simply... Heartbreak. God she hated this. How foolish she had been to believe that Darren had tossed Aria aside for her. It was a simple, young hope that she thought she'd buried a long time ago... But oh how it had consumed her at just the faintest sign. Sheera rubbed a hand over her face, making sure that her blindfold was in its proper place, and now she suddenly felt like she wanted to hit something... Or someone. She wanted to hit someone very badly. But not Kayleb of course. Never Kayleb. Sheera hoped that someone would be stupid enough to rob a bank or try and mug someone so that she could take her anger out on them.


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At first, the idea to jump into the tiger pit didn't seem so bad. The creatures were beautiful and he was fully capable of defending himself from them should they attack. He knew they wouldn't be terribly pleased at first, but he could always just talk to them, let them know why he was here.

Only after he entered the pit did he realize it was a bad idea. He couldn't exactly talk to them without giving himself away as not quite the human he was expected to be. Nor could he just up and leave now without revealing the exact same thing to those looking down at him and the defensive tigers. He looked back, up towards Celeste who was being held back by a stranger. He wasn't far enough away that she couldn't see the apology in his eyes... How am I going to make this up to her? I didn't think it'd be such a big deal... He turned back to the tigers as one let out a snarling growl, the biggest male.. likely the 'leader'. <"I'm sorry big guy."> He whispered out as loud as he dared, hoping his translator could turn that into at least semi understandable tiger. The tiger stopped coming forwards at that point, though from his talking to it or the sudden arrival of a zoo official one couldn't be too certain.

"Okay, Okay that seems about enough fun for all of you." the forty or so year old man said, he had a very distinct Canadian accent. The Tigers seemed to calm quite a bit though at the presence of the man, who wore padding on one of his arms in case of attack from the cats, but they seemed more wary over Novik than the newcomer. "Come over to me slowly son. I'll get you out of here."

Novik complied, and moved in what he was pretty sure was the sort of way a scared man would move in this sort of situation. Not being scared, it was difficult to feign the emotion. "I'm so, so sorry." Novik said as he approached, though before any more appologies could be given, Novik was quickly grabbed by a different zoo employee and the tiger pit was quickly vacated.

Novik was about to get quite the talking too. Luckily, one of the zoo employee's seemed pretty okay with Celeste coming into the back rooms where Novik was being held, as she made the cover story that she's Novik's 'guardian' because he isn't 'quite all there.' She and Novik were temporarily left in the room alone together, where Novik began to profusely apologize, but a few short moments later, the Canadian man who 'saved' Novik entered with disappointment on his face. "How could you let your charge do something so dangerous?" he asked Celeste, clearly disappointed and worried.

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Montoro froze as the vines whipped past him, denying him an escape. He looked to the ground, his back continuing to face Chiara. What was he suppose to tell her? What 'could' he tell her? The name he had mentioned sparked something within her. She could remember little to none of her true past, and still, she was reaching, gripping for information she didn't even know actually existed. Half of her life was in fragments.... for Francisco.. it was all too clear.

"Monty! Monty! Look! You see? Frutalin has highly glycosylated isoforms and the presence of the glycans may be important for its functional properties. So, I plan to produce FTL in a microorganism capable of performing glycosylation, namely using the strain P. pastoris KM71H." Montoro shifted in his chair and looked to her with a smile, brow cocked, "That's wonderful Chiara.. I think... but I can't stress enough how little of that I actually understood." he chuckled. The ten year old grinned, squealing out a laugh so high pitched, that it nearly exceeded the range of human auditory consumption, "I know, but it's fun to see you confused." she giggled. Francisco's face scrunched into a playful scowl, "Now, Chiara, why would you take joy from that?" Chi hopped onto his lap and wrapped her arms around Montoro's neck, "Because... you always seem to know everything. When you get confused, it lets me know you're still human." The man sighed, hugging her tightly, "Trust me, my dear, if I weren't human... the world would be a better place. I can only do so much. Maybe one day, you will do what I can't, my niña verde." She cocked her head sideways, "Monty?" he nodded for her to continue, "What is... ninya verday?" Montoro chuckled before taking one of her arms down from his neck. He kissed her hand and said, "It is you, my dear. Tú eres mi niña verde. You are my little green girl.

His body turned halfway, his head rolling the rest of the way to look at her. He wanted her to remember. She was asking to remember. That wasn't how it worked. No matter what he told her... it wouldn't mean she would accept it. What if she did? He could try.

"All of you, clear out!" The crowd stood firm, pickets in hand. "The authorities are on their way. They will remove you by force, if necessary." No one budged. In the thick of the protestors against deforestation, was an older gentleman and a teenage girl. "Monty... what are we going to do? We can't exactly fight the police... can we? We could end up in jail." Montoro gave her a stern look, "Law or no, we will stand for the betterment of this earth. It is they who are in the wrong. We are innocents, speaking for that which cannot speak. Do you understand?" Chiara glared at him, "I'm not an idiot. We came here for a reason. I'm just saying.. what will we do if they force us away?" His hand was placed onto her shoulder. Sixteen years old... she was a fighter... but, "If they try to take us by force.. we stand our ground. You have such a pure heart.. such a care for the earth and everything on it. You can stand for something your entire life.. but if all you're doing is 'standing'.. you make no progress. If they can move you from this rally without a fight... you shouldn't be here to begin with." She nodded in understanding. "This is the police. Disperse, or we will send in officers to remove you." a strong voice echoed through a megaphone. Go back to your steel cities where you belong!" a protestor yelled out. The man picked up a rock and chunked it at the nearest cop, knocking him in the head. Triggers were pulled. Shots were fired. Many in the front lines went down either out of fear, or because of injury. Montoro moved quickly, grabbing Chiara by the arm. He began leading her into the forest. She pulled away, "No! You said we should stand and fight!" She escaped his grasp, running back to the opening, stone in hand. Another shot rang through the trees. Chiara hit the ground with a thud. Montoro's eyes widened. No. NO! From the brush, Francisco stormed in a rage. An officer approached him, gun raised. Montoro grabbed the officer's wrist, twisting. The gun fell from his fingers into Montoro's grip.

Chiara was placed on a soft patch of grass as Montoro dressed her wound. A shot to the arm. It wasn't fatal. Still, she seemed to have passed out from the pain. Her eyes fluttered open and she screamed. Francisco put his hand in her mouth, allowing her to bite down for the pain rather than vocalize their position. An entire squad of officers laid dead amongst yellow bulldozers, which were splotched in crimson. Though, that was roughly six miles ago. Now, they were deep in the forest, it was dark, and they had choppers looking for them. Once he was done wrapping her wound, he removed his hand. She had drawn blood. A few hours passed before they were in the clear. Montoro had stayed completely silent the entire time and Chiara didn't have the energy to speak. Until, "Monty.. what happened?" He sighed, suckling on the bite wound, "I fought. They lost. That's all you need to know."

Montoro stared into Chiara's eyes. You've never been alone. Your parents didn't care much for you. Too busy being caught up in their research I suppose, but I have always been there. At the age of nine you were charged to my care. You were smart.. really smart. Never knew a person with such extensive knowledge of plant life. You surpassed even your parents. They thought you would be better off with me. They left my company.. wanted to.. 'see the world'. Funny... they had the world in front of them the whole time. I raised you Chiara. I lost my wife and daughter in an attack on my family when I was young. You were more precious to me than anything. I taught you all I could. Gave you everything you needed. When you were old enough I gave you an apprenticeship at MI. I was so proud of you. All you ever wanted was to save the planet. I gave you all the tools you needed to do it. Then.. your lab suffered an attack. One that no one saw coming. I stayed with you in that hospital for over a month while you recovered. Suddenly they stopped letting me see you, saying I was too close to the situation and I 'mucking up' the investigation. When you woke... it was too late.. and now.. you don't even remember. You can believe me... you can shun me.. you can run from me.. but one thing will never change; you will always be my niña verde. My little green girl."

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'Thank ******** christ', the dullness of this patrol was making her itch even more for a confrontation so Red calling them to let them know of the chase was a exactly what she had been hoping for. "Got it Red." She said before quickly connecting her comms back to the police signals and searching the lines for the chase with the gunshot. She knew it was Frost, who else could it be? She found the signal just as Mist asked her to do it, because he had neglected to switch himself to london police. She gave him a sideways glance, the look saying both 'obviously' and 'already done.'

She got the location quickly and relayed the info to Mist. He whisked them away, and dropped Tina on the rooftop opposite, and a few stories lower, than the one the gunshot had been heard from. Mist himself left as soon as he dropped her and went to distract.

Water gushed from the buildings rooftop water tank and rushed quickly up, she was really hoping it was Frost and that this attack would catch him off guard. Unfortuately, the man who plummeted from the other rooftop was not Frost, though the a*****e couldn't be any more than a few good metres away considering her water froze solid almost as soon as the stranger with the gun hit it. For a few seconds, as the ice plummetted towards the streets below, Tina struggled with the need to engage Frost and the need to save the man stuck in the ice before he smashed into the street below. "You're lucky Frost, You son of a b***h!" She yelled as she jumped from the roof, heading after the man falling to his death. The water mains running under the street bust open and the water stopped the ice entombed mans fall just in the nick of time.

Mist was already down on the street by the time she arrived, water slowing her decent so she didn't fall to the fate she just saved this gun toting stranger from. "Get us back to the med bay."

As soon as they were back Tina went to work forcing the ice back into water while Mist reported in what had happened. She wasn't nearly as good at is as Amanda was but she managed to get the man out quick enough that he hadn't died. As soon as he was out, they removed his still half frozen clothes, though they didn't quite feel the need to relieve him of his underwear, restrained him to the bed, then covered him in a warming blanket. With that work done, Tina sat pulled up a chair and sat down a few feet from the bed, waiting for this fellow to wake up. He made her let frost get away, and she may have saved his life, but he was going to wish she hadn't.

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Jr had finished off the mugger and tied him and without any second thought towards what really happened, He had noticed JC gone from his lookout position. "Wh.." he hesitated for a moment "What the?." the roof was quiet and empty.

Jr looked around and noticed Jc had taken action, he was down on the ground with the other civilian.. No wait, a meta? How could he miss something like that? He quickly shook it off as a familiar voice rang through his communicator. "Got it Hawk." without any second thoughts, Jr took out a mini tablet, he sent a command out to local authorities, the message quickly notified the ambulance of the 2nd degree burns and the location of the sedated mugger. It was weird, he messed up the slightest, but now wasn't the time to worry. Before he could even think of going back down, he watched JC put 2 projectiles. No idea what they we're for and since he was on the roof he couldn't quite catch what he was saying; after all he wasn't Darren.

Jr made his way down, with his magnetic shoes keeping him stable and swiftly down without a scratch or a noise. "Wha-" he was quickly cut off with the sound of a high caliber gun in the distance, but before he could react Hawk quickly told him the assignment was here and ordered Mist and Tina to take care of it. "Gotcha." he looked at the young woman, she was scared and frightened and on the brink of tears. Jr knew what it was like, to have a power and be completely overwhelmed by it. His augmentation ability is still something he can't quite understand, and because of it's draining effects and unpredictability he really didn't want to use it. He had used it in the spars and a few times for the past weeks, but that's only because he was able to just give in just a little. Something about it was still so unpredictable he didn't dare use it to it's full extent.

Jr watched as Cecilia looked worried, what was she gonna do? He watched Cecilia's next move, if anything damaging was gonna happen he would have to contain it. He had the ability to protect others that is. Fire was unpredictable, but still he wouldn't let anyone get hurt. A force-field at the ready and everything hopefully would be fine. So he hoped, as long as JC's tactic worked he had nothing to worry about.


"Located:Roof Top of Patrol RouteMood:Calm, and Collected. Thoughts:Another meta.


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