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JC was ready to step up for what was sure to be the most technical fight of his career. He'd fought much more powerful opponents than this Blade, that was for sure. What he had not done was fight with someone who was as technically sound, if not moreso, than himself. It was always a matter of leveraging his own strengths while redirecting theirs, but in a technical fight, a whole new set of rules came into play. That was why he tried to train against as many people as possible, to be ready no matter what the fight. Still, that preparation told him nothing about this Blade's fighting style, and it always sucked to be going up against someone about which you knew nothing.

Before he could make a move though, the whole point became nil when Celeste stepped forward and put herself in the fight, telling him to sit this one out. It was not so much out of character for her as it was just an abnormal situation for him. JC was not used to letting others fight, he was the first to throw his body in the line of fire if needed. Martyr complex aside, it didn't sit well with him if others took the blows he could deflect. That was one reason why he was a hero after all.

Once he saw that Celeste had this in the bag, JC began the even more nerve wracking task of disarming the bombs. When it came to bomb disarming or fighting damn near anyone, he would much prefer the fight, even under the worst of circumstances. Hell, fighting freaking Sid was preferable to disarming bombs. Bombs were not so much opponents as puzzles; puzzles that when you screwed up, a lot of people died fiery deaths. Having been on the receiving end of said fiery death before, it was not something he wished to experience again. This would need his full attention.

Except he couldn't. Devoting his full attention to the bombs meant not paying attention to the freaking assassin fight that was going on around him, that could just as easily result in a terminal case of deadness. So, he had to focus as much as he could into the bombs while still trying not to get impaled. This was the sort of thing that made less stressful jobs sound appealing, like fire fighters or flight controllers.

The first vest took him a couple of minutes to disarm, but luckily provided the blueprint to the rest of them. Even the most skillful bomb-tech would not use different designs for ten vests, it simply was not worth it. Vests one and two were off in short order. A quick check on the fight told him something was coming at him, too late for him to deal with, as the biting pain of the shuriken into the back of his hand testified. He withdrew the shuriken and tossed a sticky projectile over the wound, but the damage was worse than the bleeding; some nerves had to have been severed, as he couldn't get his left hand to work properly. The pain was downright horrible, but the altered mechanics in his hand was a more troubling thing. Bombs didn't care about how well your fingers worked, right up until the point where it turned you into thousands of tiny charred versions of yourself.

As the sounds of the fight raged around him, JC set to work, albeit at a much slower pace. The work was not made easier by the pain, but soon three more vests were disarmed. It was not just enough to remove the vests, the blasting caps needed to be separated from the explosives, and he was well versed enough in bomb dismantling to do that before moving to the next vest. Sloppy work was death causing.

As he worked on the last vest, he heard a terrible thud and saw it was the Blade into one of the cars, which promptly exploded. The only reason the vest he was working on didn't blow up in JC's face was that JC pinned the man down and didn't let him flinch. “You move, we die. Please, stay still, you can do this.” JC said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. The man nodded, and JC resumed work on the vest.

It sounded as if the battle was winding down, but JC was focused on the matter at hand, almost... nearly... THERE! He tossed the vest aside, and sent the man over to the rest of the hostages, and stood between them and the bad guys. Sending the hostages out while the fight went on had its own risks, so he was looking for the right moment instead.

When Lux pinned the Blade down, JC took the opportunity to get the hostages to the doors, launching open the doors to the outside with a well placed kick. He kept his face inside the shadows so his bare face would not be visible to those outside of the place. Just outside was a squad of cops, armed and ready. “Get them out, secure the area!” JC called out to the cops. Once the hostages were out, JC nodded at the cops, who shut the door. That was when the Blade left off a smoke bomb. JC kept guard at the door, but the Blade had to have gone out another entrance. “Terrorist is out, I repeat, he is out of the building!” JC called into his comms as he ran to check on Celeste. She seemed okay and pointed at his mask to remind him to put it back on before everyone and their mother saw his face. As he tied on the mask, he looked right at Celeste. “Go get 'im.” he said, giving her permission to do exactly what was burning at her; he could see it in her eyes.

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Tina was relieved to hear Amanda say "I think I'm done for today..." Tina gave a smile to her sister, thank god. I don't think I could handle any more either. She kept the thought to herself as she moved to grab up her things and put her sunglasses back on. "I thought maybe we'd go get manicure's and pedicure's... You know, just to relax. We haven't really been able to do that, what with Sh-... Noxes injury and Falcon missing and all hell breaking loose. I think it's about time we take some time just for ourselves. Not to learn anything or to heal anyone or for patrols... Just for us." "A Mani-Pedi treatment sounds amazing." She spoke with heavy relief and happiness. It had been so long since they'd done anything together.. well anything not pertaining to their hero work or training, that a mani-pedi was a definite high point to shoot for. Unfortunately, as they made their way back towards the more civilized area's of the city, their excited chit-chat was about to be cut to an abrupt halt, as screams and sirens started to fill the air.


Lincat frowned, dissapointed that his 'new friend' had decided to not even try and outdo him. He wanted to see what had seemed to special about electrocuting someone.. how could one be creative with it? But instead, the man decided not to even try and had simply left. Lincat had felt the distinct urge to kill him, but instead just watched as he shattered a window and left.

The new opening for escape gave a couple of the humans still alive the refreshed hope of life, and lincat wasn't able to kill all those that tried to leave, but he did kill enough to keep anymore from trying to run. The people outside, who had quickly backed away from the shop windows, continued to stare transfixed in the horror that was going on inside. <"You lot just wait right there. I'll get to you soon."> Lincat let out a horrific little chuckle that sent chills down to even the most fearless of bystanders. He moved back inside and continued his tortures and killings of the very few remaining survivors. Blood and gore had by now covered the entirety of the inside of the establishment, and even the first cops on scene couldn't hold down their lunch. They were clearly aware of what had gone on inside, so instead of trying to storm in unprepared, they created a barricade and got the civilians away from the shop. "Come out with your hands up!" A cop spoke clearly into a megaphone.

Lincat stopped in the middle of gutting one of the last three patrons and turned to look outside. There were cops everywhere out there, though they all hid behind barricades or the doors of their vehicles.




It soon became apparent to the twins that whatever was happening was going to need their help. There were far to many cop cars and ambulances zooming down the streets around them for it to be anything less than another hostage situation. "Guess we better check it out." Tina said, clearly annoyed though quite willing to help. She was a hero first and formost, if that meant delaying the mani-pedi, she'd deal. This was far more important than some sister time.

Amanda gave a stiff nod of agreement as the pair removed their hats and sunglasses, stashing them into their bags before stashing those in an alley somewhat close to the cluster of civilians and emergency services. Once the bags were secure they quickly made their way to the police barricades, trying not to draw attention to themselves yet, not until they knew what exactly was going on. A quick chat with a junior officer allowed them access to the senior detective on the scene and from there, they were updated on the situation.. as much as the police knew of it anyways. "A deranged man locked the patrons of the shop inside and started to slaughter them. There are mixed reports that he had an accomplice on the inside, awaiting his arrival before hand. The accomplice has left the scene prior to our arrival... We're not sure what we're dealing with here. It's a meta is all we know. Witnesses claim he possessed a man and forced him to.. to flay himself."

The sisters had a bad feeling they knew exactly who this was they were having to deal with, and it sent shivers through their flesh. Tina looked to Amanda, they had no idea yet how to deal with Lincat. They hadn't gone up against him enough to find any true weaknesses. They knew that a blow that would usually kill someone made him vanish, but they couldn't capture or even kill him.. best they could try to do right now was just attempt to get in a 'mortal wound' to stop him for the moment. "Time for Last Ditch?" Tina asked as she readied herself. Last ditch was one of their combined attack codenames. It was one of the very few that involved them having no choice but to go for the kill.


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Riley would be lying if he said the chokeslam was not painful; the fact that he was in a small crater was the testament to that. If he had been in another form, it would have been a game over blow, but being metallic saved his a**. As he pretended to be out, he heard Jack speak to the other Challengers. Playing possum gave him a chance to surprise the two baddies, which had been part of his plan. He knew Elani couldn't read his mind because, well, his mind was metal right now, but she could sense if he was conscious, so she was keyed in. Hopefully, she let JR know.

Jack was telling the heroes they should leave as they had the information they needed, which was true. The bigger issue now was the heroes could not leave the informant to be tortured, as that went against everything it meant to be a good guy. Information or not, this was assault, and that was the greater issue. A more diplomatic hero could have shared information, but the three present did not have the patience to play nice with baddies. Plus, the senior members would likely kill them for sharing information with a known... well, not villain, but a known not-hero. From the stories, Jack had even worked with the heroes once or twice, but typically stayed on the illegal side of the law.

Riley was lifted to his feet by Elani, who then telepathically threw Jenny into and through one of the walls. It seemed like the telepath wanted to do her own display of force, moving the snitch away and then throwing the concrete frisbee back at Jack. a loud crashing noise was heard as Jenny came back through the wall and caught the concrete in one hand. Her once tidy bun was coming undone, and it appeared as if there was a tear in her skirt. No blood though was present, as she appeared to be physically unscathed from going through two walls. Had she always been this tough?

Jenny was standing there in front of Jack, hair askew, holding out the concrete section with just one arm. as she did so, five orb like sentries appeared and began to fire bullets at Jack. Jenny slammed the concrete slab into the ground in front of Jack, where it offered him protection from the bullets. As she did this she was hit by quite a few bullets herself, the ammo slamming into her skin but thankfully not penetrating. It began to tear her clothing apart, only adding to the damage that was already present.

"Feck... guys... I'd geht bah-" Riley began, only to be cut off as Jenny leapt into action. Jenny grabbed the nearest orb with gritted teeth as the voltage ran through her, throwing the drone at the spider bots that were advancing towards Jack. It really was impressive that she was protecting Jack still against three other metas; fighting three on one was hard enough, but bodyguarding was another level entirely. When she saw that the concrete she had placed in front of Jack was nearly gone, she grabbed another droid and ripped it in half before throwing it in front of the concrete to reinforce it. At this point, she turned her gaze back to the heroes; her clothes were smoking from the voltage.

"Okeh! Time out!" Riley yelled, jumping in between both parties to drive home his point. Jenny seemed hesitant to stop, but stayed in a defensive stance. Her clothing was not as strong as she was, and was steadily being worn away; bullets and walls would do that. Likewise, her once tight bun had come undone, and her hair hung around her face.

"This is onleh gonna get worse until we bring the bloodeh roof down on ourselves. Smell tha?" he asked, indicating the faint odor that was growing stronger: gas. At some point in the fight, the gaslines had been breached. Luckily it was minimal so far, but pretty soon one stray spark or flame and they would all be taking a one way fiery trip. This was not a good situation for anyone. As he opened his mouth to speak again though, he was cut off by Jenny.

"I do not take orders from you Mister Cooper." she said as icily as ever. "If you wish to retreat so be it, but an explosion will not hurt us, as you know." she said, eyes boring holes into the heroes before glancing, ever so briefly, at the informant. "So if you need to leave... then LEAVE!" she said, stomping down hard again on the ground. The distinctive sound of metal breaking was heard, and the gas smell began to only get stronger.

Okay, yep, she was not playing. Riley was safe from breathing the gas in as long as he stayed in this form, but that did not mean any of the others were. Jr could likely turn one of his droid things into a rebreather, and Elani could put up a telekinetic bubble to trap in what fresh air there was, but the informant could not. This was not going to help things, especially if an explosion occurred.






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Thoughts: I will find her weakness./What’s this?







{P}hilip had tried to throw the woman off guard by mentioning the two men that had previously been tortured, but she laughed in amusement; he wasn’t sure if it was at his choice of words, the names, the torture or maybe something else entirely. After that, the woman continued to frustrate his attempts to break her grip on the situation by requiring him to listen first before he could get the encryption codes; it was a smart move as he had every intention to get what he wanted and bolt. This woman would be a tough one to crack which only made Philip want to do it more. He felt the urge to see how she handled physical force, but the lure of that signal was too much; he had to know what secrets it possessed. He would listen and get what he wanted, and then decide what he wanted to do.

Philip continued to sit on the ground, enjoying the slight tingling sensation as the excess electricity found its way from his body into the ground below. He listened to what this alluring woman had to say: frowning when she mentioned a man who shared his face, narrowing his eyes when she spoke of the old king as a spark of loathing passed through him, smirking when she mentioned that another was beginning to fail her, returning his face to a cautious neutral when the woman showed again what she knew of the man she had just met. Finally, the woman came to the end of what she had to say and Philip looked at her, surprised; he was still listening and had found himself being pulled into her as though he was an astral body floating through the emptiness of an unguided path through the void known as life and she was a planet with an intense gravity, no hope of ever escaping.

The woman held out the device, the origin of Philip’s interest. She was giving him what his heart currently desired, though she was aware that moments after he had it he would want something else. He could feel her touching on bases of the things he wanted. She subtly hinted that he would have much to do, though she did show there was a crack in her power. He thought back to what she verbally offered him… Power, prestige… He wanted none of it. He wanted only to see everything around him fall out of its rightful place, wanted to destroy the foundation that this supposed orderly society was built upon. Philip wanted to watch the world burn with the beauty of an everlasting fire, flickering in the night; the guardians of limitations screaming as their flesh blackened and peeled away from their charred bones. He couldn't hide the shiver of ecstasy that passed through him as he thought of this dream.

The electrokinecticist reached out and touched the communicator, reading the way the energy flowed in the device. He couldn't build another one, but he could understand how it worked, the information it stored. Philip then listened to the signal coming toward this device with new understanding. All he heard was labored breathing, as though an injured man was moving as fast as his crippled body would allow. Philip looked at Maeva, the beginning of hatred sparking in his eyes. She had to have known that he would hear nothing but this sound, and still she had used it to bargain for his time and attention. She had drawn him in, and now she was walking away. The woman told Philip how to find her if he so decided he was interested in the rest of what he had to say. As she walked, her back turned from him, Philip felt the growing intensity as his soul revealed his distaste for how she spoke and acted toward him, a blue crackling began to leech from his body as he stood. The air began to take on an acrid smell as it was burnt in the electric that was lacing across Philip’s body. Just as he was going to release the blast, he felt a new signal come on. It was as encrypted like the other was, but the signal and encryption was vastly different. Immediately, Philip’s attention was distracted; by the time he looked back, the woman had simply vanished. He would finish things with her later.

Philip listened closer to the new signal he had sensed. It had an extreme amount of data flowing across it. The activity was much too complicated for it to just contain audio of a man breathing. He began to feel it out, sensing where its origins were. Philip began to jog in the direction he felt, finding himself going the way the woman had. He was headed toward the older neighborhoods that held the unwanted parts of society that had been left behind. After a short jog that had turned into a vigorous run, Philip saw an auto shop. It was definitely the source of this signal. He noticed the broken-in door about the time that the blonde woman decided that she disliked using established exits; she also appeared to dislike using established entrances just as much. Philip reached into his pack, grabbing a mask, and slid it on. Surge walked forward, using the blonde woman’s choice of entry. He could see why she found this way much better to enter a building; it was much more spacious and you weren't cramped by the door frame.

Surge watched as chaos ensued in front of him. It was glorious and he had to find a way to allow the beauty of this anarchy to extend its reach throughout this moment. He watched as the blonde woman was slowly stripped of clothing, one hole at a time as she fought to protect a young man whose hair was white as snow. A metal man stood in the midst of the chaos, and tried to be the voice of reason. His words were what allowed Surge to find his place in this room. The smell of gas was starting to fill the room, trying to escape out of the two holes in the wall, though the lack of a breeze in this building wasn't helping it in any way. He held his right hand up, his thumb and middle finger touching as he cleared his throat. Everyone stopped just long enough to look at the new comer. He then snapped, a large spark of electricity sprung from his fingers. The gas ignited and the flames bloomed throughout the room in a display of artistry that no man could truly capture.


Surge lay on his back, a dozen feet from the building. His ears were ringing, and he still felt the effects of the blast on his body. He then laughed; it was a soft laugh with a sharp edge to it, though it would carry through the silence that was left after the blast. The laughter continued as Surge stood, looking about, wondering who was left standing, and who had been claimed by the inferno.


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                                                              "A Mani-Pedi treatment sounds amazing." Tina sounded relieved. Amanda was sure that teaching this awful skill was just as taxing on her twin as it had been on herself; she'd never thought in her life that it would be so heart-rending to manipulate a rat. Using this skill on a person would be... So, so hard. Amanda was glad that Tina agreed to getting a mani-pedi treatment; they deserved some time together, just for themselves. When they got back to base, they'd need to give Sheera another healing session... One or two more should do the trick and heal the Russian up and get her on her feet again, good as new. It would be nice to see her up and moving again; she still couldn't really walk without help and long trips - such as anywhere outside of the medbay - required someone to help her. As they walked, the twins chatted back and forth and Amanda felt that, for the first time in a while, they got to actually act like sisters instead of teammates twenty-four seven. Unfortunately, as they made their way back towards the inner city, their excited chatter was cut off abruptly as screams and sirens began to fill the air. Amanda scowled. As much as they wanted to ignore it... Something attracting that many sirens, with that much screaming, couldn't be ignored. JC would kill them if they blatantly ignored something that clearly required some kind of meta/hero aid. "Guess we better check it out," grouched Tina, clearly annoyed with the interruption but, like any of the other heroes, more than willing to help out where they were needed. They were heroes first and foremost and if that meant delaying their mani-pedi sister date, then they would. Whatever was going on was way more important than sister-time. They had a job to do. Amanda nodded, frowning, as she and Tina removed their hats and sunglasses, stashing them in their bags before hiding the bags in question in an alleyway that was semi-close to the cluster of civilians and emergency services that appeared to be gathered near a... cafe? Once the bags were safely stored away, the pair made their way towards the police barricades and tried not to draw attention to themselves... They needed to know what was going on before people realized that they were there.

                                                              After a quick chat with a junior officer, they were allowed access to the senior detective on the scene and given a quick update to what was happening inside. As much as what the police knew at least. "A deranged man locked the patrons of the shop inside and started to slaughter them. There are mixed reports that he had an accomplice on the inside, awaiting his arrival before hand. The accomplice has left the scene prior to our arrival... We're not sure what we're dealing with here. It's a meta is all we know. Witnesses claim he possessed a man and forced him to.. to flay himself." Amanda winced. That was... vile... And... terrible... She and Tina shared a look; they had a feeling that they knew exactly who was doing this and who they were going to have to deal with and the knowledge sent shivers down their spines. This was going to go bad. Amanda met Tina's gaze. They had no idea how to deal with Lincat yet, they'd never gone up against him and didn't know any true weaknesses. Hell, this Ghost had nearly taken off Sheera's arm the last time he'd faced off against a member of the team! They knew enough to know that a blow that would kill anyone else would make him vanish but he'd eventually show back up again. They couldn't capture or kill him, simply because they didn't know how. For now, the best they could do right now was attempt to get in a 'fatal' wound to make him go away for a while. "Time for Last Ditch?" Tina asked, readying herself. Amanda bit her lip. The Last Ditch was one of their many combined attacks and it was one of the few that involved going for the kill. That was all that the move was for: it was a killing strike. "I'm ready when you are," said Amanda. The twins met each other's gaze for a moment before jumping over the barriers that separated the officers from the cafe. They could see Lincat inside. She took a breath and then water vapor condensed into liquid water swirled around her hands. Why did this have to happen on the day that they didn't have their water pouches on them? Now they'd have to count on the water vapor in the air to fight a homicidal maniac.... Hopefully it would be enough to protect them and 'kill' him. Was there even anyone else alive in the cafe? Amanda drew her arms back and then sliced down with the water, slicing through the bike lock that kept the door shut, blasting it inwards with another wave of water that retracted to swirl around her. "Lincat," she said as she and Flood stepped into the cafe. "Step away from the hostages, before things have to ugly." Or... Well, uglier.

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Fighting for balance alone in the dark
Will you carry the burden the world has grown?
Will you destroy everything in your sight?
You alone can give this one more try
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|R|os stood stiff as words spilled form Geraldo's mouth in reply. He needed to shut up. He needed to shut up, now. Ros went and grabbed his a** all the way from Japan, brought him to London, waited around as he shopped around, and was letting him stay in his penthouse. He had even taken the constant blabbering as a simple side effect of being around The Shimmer and, therefore, simply tolerated it. Now... he was being insulted. Yes, the 'group' seemed to be built in a day. As far as Ros was concerned there wasn't a group... yet. It was just KIN right now, but people were talking, and that's all it took. If the 'Evochist' group was up and running at full speed in one day, Ros would have some reason to question it, but this was not the case. It was one person, who Ros couldn't stress enough, was trained by Sid! Difference? KIN had charisma. He had honor. People would follow, and it would gain traction... IF it wasn't broken before it really began. The flyers may have set the whole situation ablaze, but Geraldo lit the damn match by sending an unstable mercenary after a dead man. Speaking of dead men... there was his spill about Sid. Of course he was dead. It wasn't about letting someone kill him. Jean had ended up in a wheelchair putting that psychopath out of everyone's misery. He had always proven effective against Sid, and this time, he had gotten rid of him for good. From the tale Jean had told, Sid had given everything. He ran out of power, plain and simple. He had always been one to throw caution to the wind and he finally ******** up with the wrong veteran. Plain... and... simple! Wait... that look in Geraldo's eye. No. Don't you even think about it! Geraldo touched him. "Oh ******** no!" he yelled out just before appearing in front of the dockside warehouse.

"You sonova b***h! What the hell were you thinking? Us being here is only going to jeopardize the situation!" he paused as the slightest bit of worry came over his face before turning back to anger. Geraldo was bleeding. He had just come back to life... Now he was going to KILL HIMSELF! The Shimmer went to fall against him. Ros' suit enveloped the geomancer's body, leaving his head exposed. He grabbed Geraldo's arm and slung it around his neck so that he could support his friend's weight. Light as a feather... made sense. Terron walked toward the warehouse, passing through the police with ease. He was, after all, Terron. The warehouse wall groaned and squealed as it was ripped apart. A hole stood in the side of the building way bigger than was necessary, but Ros didn't care. He would fix it later. The pair stepped into the building, one barely stable, the other tall, green, and furious. JC was standing in the midst of diffused, living bodies. Smoke was still clearing from KIN's escape. Great. JC was not detoured by the geomancer's entrance. Instead, he seemed to be more focused on the situation. That was a leader if he ever saw one. So focused. A sticky projectile was adhered to the back of one of his hands. It hung slightly limp. Heavy nerve damage.

As soon as Ros reached the Hawk, he laid The Shimmer across the ground and lifted up the blood stained polo. "This is The Shimmer, Lux, I need you, or he's going to die." he paused, there a was bit of silence while Celeste stepped over then, "What's the update here Hawk?" For the anger that was apparent on his face, his voice was unnaturally calm. He knew better that to come in kicking and screaming. He wasn't a child. Suddenly his head cocked. JC was saying something, but Ros' motion stopped him mid-sentence. Audible clicks rang through the building. Terron's head un-cocked and he nodded for JC to continue. He had sensed more explosives in the building. Mainly in the cars that surrounded them... and a few in the rafters... and under the catwalk. As JC spoke, the explosive mechanisms were detached, each of them floating to the hero's location. The ones in the cars would have to be removed by hand if they didn't want the merchandise damaged. JC made it around to asking why Ros was there. His eyes flared, "Well, you can thank this idiot. Now that he's about killed himself teleporting us, I might as well stick around. If you have a teleporter, other than Lux, I would like to get The Shimmer out of here, and into medical care. Isn't Mist still in town?" When JC said Manny was preoccupied, Ros sighed. He turned to Celeste, "Wonderful. Let's hope that patch work is enough to keep him stable. I need him to live long enough for me to kill him." Again, he sighed, looking out to the police and media crews, then back to JC. "If you want to take care of that, I'll help clean up in here." JC nodded and began walking past Ros, "Hawk." he spoke suddenly, grabbing JC's arm and looking him in the eye, "I'm sorry he got away. I couldn't stop the light wielding 'dim'wit from teleporting us here. Once The Shimmer made his move... it became life and death. We helped you lose him... We're going to help you get him back."

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Hardly a second after Novik had asked Sheera about the status of the base, and whether or not she knew about a 'dark presence', the heroines shadow cat jumped down from the bed and started to twine about his legs. Novik looked down with a great big smile as he patted it, the shadows actually allowed him to do so, before he returned his attention back to Sheera. She was explaining that everything was fine, no one had come or left as far as she knew. And since no alarms were going off, it was likely no one had broken in so that just left those who were here right now. He was just starting to wonder what The Timeless One could have been sensing when Sheera asked who else was in the base.

Novik literally only had the chance to open his mouth before he was cut off by the other in the room saying 'Hi'. Novik looked over, an excitedly happy smile formed on his face as he turned his head. "Hi." He replied as as he gave the warmest smile one could possible imagine. He kept the smile on Mokin for only a moment before turning his head back to Sheera so as he could answer question, though the smile remained where it was. "The Timeless One is one of a group of Time Shamans who live under the Tree of Time. In the simplest terms, they keep order in the Multiverse. Long, long ago they visited my people in a time of dire need, and passed on knowledge of order and peace. They fell into Myth and Legend though.. it had been so long since we'd last seen or heard from one we thought it had only been a story as to why we do what we do.. Now though, a Timeless one has come to you. They have chosen a male form, and he is now situated in one of your... rooms below the ground." He had lost his smile at the last sentence there, and couldn't let himself refer to the prison as what it was. A Timeless One did not belong in a cell..

Once Novik had finished his explanation of who a Timeless One was, Sheera had obviously heard more than she needed to want to go and check on the man in the cells. She asked Novik to help her go down to take a look and evaluate the man. Novik had initially declined with, "You need to be staying in bed Nox. You are badly injured. I don't want to see you in any more pain than you already are." He almost sounded as though he were pleading but Sheera just glared at him, telling him if he didn't help her, she'd go down alone. Novik was horrified at that thought and even after trying one more time to dissuade her, he had to give in when she started to simply get up to go. "Okay, okay. Just please don't rush yourself. I will help." He moved over to her, and held out an arm, letting her be the first to make physical contact.

It wasn't until she was stood and Novik was about to start helping her along toward the exit that Sheera told him Mokin would have to come with them. Novik looked over to the man who still sat upon his bed, staring at the pair behind sunglasses. "Oh. Okay?" He didn't understand why Mokin had to come, but he was learning that he should not try to disagree with what Sheera wanted, as she would do it anyways. "Do you need help? I don't want you getting hurt again." He offered. Mokin shook his head as he let Novik know he would not need help. Though Sheera was clearly unhappy with the thought of Mokin being left to simply follow. She did not trust the man, not one bit. So, she put it upon Novik to at least keep a firm grasp on the man as they made their way to the sublevels. Novik couldn't help but sigh as he motioned for Mokin to get up and come closer. The man didn't want to obey, it was evident in his posture and expression, but he did give in and came over. Novik took hold of Mokins hand with his own free hand and the three, plus the owl, started heading down to the cells. On the way, Novik properly introduced himself to Mokin, who gave his name in return. He chatted to both Sheera and Mokin the entire slow trip down to the cells, completely oblivious to the tension around him.

"I did not see any dark presence." Novik called out as they made their way through the hall towards the cell Igasho was residing in, "But I brought two friends for you to meet."

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He met her gaze. She couldn't believe... That the kind stranger, the man who had been so concerned for her safety... Was the same man who had taken innocent strangers captive and was threatening what would essentially turn into genocide. He pushed away from her and whispered, "I'm sorry." Sorry? Sorry for what? For pretending to be a normal, kind good Samaritan? For pretending to be even slightly interested in whether or not her 'brother' was found? For playing off her good-natured personality? How stupid she'd been! How stupid she'd been to believe that a stranger might even be... Slightly... Interested in... Her... And her problems. Had RedHawk gotten everyone out? There was the sound of the doors being forced open and then she heard him yell, “Get them out, secure the area!” It seemed that he'd succeeded and not blown anyone up. Had he been hit by that shuriken? Katsumi reached behind him and then suddenly a thick smoke-screen billowed around him, hiding him in a thick fog of smoke. She still had yet to move. How was she supposed to explain her sudden... Pause. She had the power to apprehend this... This criminal and she'd stopped. How was she to explain it to him? Say that the King's Blade was that of the same man who'd 'rescued' her from a bunch of thugs earlier in the day and who had been quite kind and seemed to be concerned for her well-being and for that of her missing 'brother' and that she'd just been so stunned to see this that she'd stopped? He'd never accept that as an answer. As the smoke rolled through the warehouse, Lux simply stood there. Katsumi was the King's Blade. He'd purposely tried to fight RedHawk, tried to push her out of it and turn her into nothing more than a background character for this fight... Just a shield for the hapless hostages. Had he done it on purpose? Had Katsumi been trying to protect her, in a kind of backwards way? RedHawk was at the doors, guarding them, but she knew Katsumi wouldn't be stupid enough to try to go out that way... Not when he'd be given double the beat down from Redhawk. There was a brief rustling and as the smoke began to clear... She saw him drop down into a tunnel that had been hidden... He only paused long enough to look back... And then he was gone.

Lux took a deep breath. Sheera would say she was acting like a stupid, love-struck teenager. Her job was to apprehend criminals and... Katsumi was a criminal. She had to go after him. Her feet seemed rooted to the ground. “Terrorist is out, I repeat, he is out of the building!” RedHawk called into the comms, running over to her side; it seemed he was doing his leaderyly-duties and checking on her but she was fine... Aside from a pounding headache and a spinning mind. It was nothing compared to what Blade had received. Oh... He was still maskless. Lux pointed to the pile of red fabric that made up his mask, reminding him to put it on before everyone saw his face. RedHawk scooped it up and tied it around his head and as he did so, he looked at her and said, “Go get 'im.” The stunned - perhaps slightly heartbroken - look in her eyes was replaced by one of intense, burning passion and she nodded; she had a job to do and she was going to do it, no matter the cost. Her body began to glow, soft at first but growing, indicating that she was going to flash-travel, only to suddenly disappear as she flinched. The cause of the flinch? The massive wrenching, shrieking noise that the warehouse made, just before the wall was ripped open, admitting none other than Ros Hostin himself... And he looked absolutely furious. Who was that with him? The other man barely looked conscious... RedHawk was not bothered or deterred by the geomancer's entrance - barely seemed to notice it in fact - and he seemed solely focused on the problem at hand: the fact that the King's Blade had gotten away and that there was still the threat of people revolting against all metas in the city. She wasn't sure if she should still leave and go after Katsumi or if she should stay and see what Terron needed... Lux bit her lip, debating. RedHawk had given her permission to go after him... But... It seemed that there was something wrong... Terron reached them and laid the other man on the ground in front of them and lifted up the white polo the man was wearing... It was blood-stained. This man was injured! "This is The Shimmer, Lux, I need you, or he's going to die." Well, this was her calling it seemed. She stepped closer, eyes taking in The Shimmer's injury. So this was the man who had initially hired Katsumi?

For the first time in her life... Lux wasn't sure she wanted to help someone. But, as per usual, she knew she would. It was who she was. It wasn't in her nature to leave someone in need without help. "I would be happy to help," she murmured, her eyes glancing over the injury before her eyes fell on RedHawk and his hand, which hung limp at his side... Clearly the shuriken had hit its mark... And done a lot of damage. Before focusing her entire attention on The Shimmer, Lux reached over and took his hand, peeling off the sticky projectile before placing her other hand over the wound. A warm golden glow emitted from her hands, encompassing his injury, and when she pulled them away, his injury was gone and his hand was completely healed. Without a word, she moved over to The Shimmer and knelt down next to him, gently prodding around the injured flesh. It seemed as though his skin had just... Vanished. She was fairly well versed on the damage most weapons could cause and she'd never seen one that could do damage like this. She tried to figure out as much as she could about it before attempting to heal him as Terron turned his attention to RedHawk; while it was difficult to do more damage with her particular abilities, there was still the chance that it could happen and she didn't want to risk further injuring a hero that was obviously just as well known as Terron was. Even though she wasn't really focused on what was being said between the two boys, she could still hear how calm his voice, which was odd compared to the angry look on his face. Lux flinched again as clicks and ticks ran through the building, which resulted in the explosive mechanisms from bombs hidden throughout the warehouse to become detached and begin floating towards them all. Lux kind of zoned out after that, trying to focus enough to do a good job of healing this man - it looked like he could actually use a lot of help - and only came out of her thoughts when Terron turned to her specifically and said, "Wonderful. Let's hope that patch work is enough to keep him stable. I need him to live long enough for me to kill him." She nodded, "I think I can help him; I should be able to repair the damage and keep it... Whatever it is, from happening again... At least for a little while." Hopefully. Usually she knew the mechanics behind an injury that she was about to heal but she didn't this time. So she wasn't sure if she could keep the injury from occurring again.

Lux went to work, putting her hands over The Shimmer's injury and beginning to heal him, the warm glow of her abilities causing the cells to regenerate at an accelerated rate. Had anyone been watching, they would see the wound quickly sealing over with new skin. Her brows furrowed, the white-haired heroine put all she had into this; if they were to fix this, they'd need all the information on Katsu- ... The King's Blade as they could get. Just as the wound finished sealing itself, she heard Terron say, "I'm sorry he got away. I couldn't stop the light wielding 'dim'wit from teleporting us here. Once The Shimmer made his move... it became life and death. We helped you lose him... We're going to help you get him back." Lux stood and moved over to them. "I'm going to get him. I can catch him just fine and bring him in. It was good to see you Ros." She reached up and kissed his cheek before disappearing in a flash, reappearing briefly to snatch up the rest of Katsumi's left over gear and his mask before disappearing again, the only sign of where she'd gone being the hidden door slamming shut. She was going to find Katsumi. What would happen when she found him? She wasn't sure. Would it be better if she found him or if someone else on the team found him first? Lux reappeared in the sky above the warehouse, golden gaze sweeping over the gathered press and officers of the law... Before looking for the man in the red and black suit who was missing a mask.

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Julia smiled as her heels clicked on the marble flooring, "Well... I hope you don't find it unusual, but I was about to take a lunch brake, and I was wondering if you could join me? Don't worry, Mr. Montoro didn't ask me to do this. He would have called it a waste of time." Chi seemed hesitant. She asked why Julia was offering, "I don't really know. I suppose..." she paused, stepping into the elevator and holding it as Chi followed, "... I suppose it feels like we could both use a little... company. If you have prior engagements, please, you aren't by any means being pushed to accept. A no will not hurt my feelings. Just thought it might be nice. I'm always buried in my work, so I really don't have much room for socialization. When I do, it gets rerouted by... the man upstairs. I rarely even leave the building for lunch. Today just feels kind of different. I could use the air, I could use the company, and was just wondering if you were interested." Chiara was still a little distant. She didn't know Julia so, it was to be expected. Which is why Julia was surprised to hear her accept. Julia grinned from ear to ear, nearly jumping out of her heals. After almost falling, she regained her composure, wiping down the dress and bowing her head in embarrassment as she brushed her hair behind her ear, "I-I apologize. That wasn't very professional of me." The doors opened and Julia put her hand out, motioning for Chiara to go first. Julia followed and caught up in just a step or two, I'm not very big on eating out so... where would you like to go?" The secretary knew Chiara had a thing about plants, but... was unsure on her view of what was considered an acceptable food source. The botanist mentioned that she usually ate home cooked meals. This left them at a disadvantage. Neither really knew where to eat. By the time they reached the front door, Julia had come up with a solution.

They walked for a few minutes before coming upon a sub restaurant. They ordered their food to go and left to find a good spot to sit and eat at a nearby park. By this point they had begun chatting. It was very slow at first, but eventually became easier and easier. They were currently in the midst of talking about randomly rude people. The kind that had no reason to be so, but were so just to make others miserable. Julia giggled, "I know, right? Like, just yesterday I was walking to work. I crossed the street and some guy nearly ran me over. He had a red light. Then, he flipped me off. What's that all about? Some people just have no manners." another giggle escaped her lips before taking another bite of her roasted chicken and cheddar sub. She chewed for a moment, her eyes rolling up as if she realized she wanted to say something else. Her hand spiraled in the air, almost like she was trying to speed up her chewing by doing so. Finally, she swallowed and took a breath, "Um..." she began, her eyes staying up and away from direct contact with Chiara's,"...I know it's none of my business..." her eyes fell down to look at the ground before eventually rising up to meet Chi's, "... but... Francisco... he thinks about you quite a lot. I mean, he doesn't really talk, but... I always know when he's thinking about you. He's a man of stone, you know? I planned an evening for the two of us tonight. He canceled my plans before I even had a chance to surprise him. Still... he goes all gooey when it's about you. I know he seems to act tough... hard as Terph, but somewhere in there, you hit a nerve that makes him melt like grilled cheese." she shook her head, almost as if she felt stupid for bringing it up. Then she seemed somber, almost saddened, "What's it like... to know someone was there for you... to know that someone cares about you, but... you can't even remember their existence in your life? I can't imagine it, really. It must be terrible." She had been searching Chiara's eyes, but quickly jumped as if she had woken from a nightmare, "I'm sorry... It's not my place. I shouldn't have..." She took another bite to keep from saying too much more. It was a good sub. Soon it would all be gone... then she'd have to stuff her own mouth with her own fist just to keep from touching on sensitive subjects.

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Katsumi moved as quickly through the tunnel as his aching body would allow. He was lucky to be walking away on his own power; he was lucky that he hadn’t been arrested. Celeste’s presence had made him sloppy. All those bombs had been planted because he knew he couldn’t win an outright fight with most of the Challengers, but he used technology for a reason. He didn’t know what to do. Maeva would know; the witch seemed to know everything.

Katsumi thought back. Was Maeva really just a witch? She brewed her potions and had her store of charms and idols, books and voodoo, but she was so kind. Katsumi knew a lot of it was just acting to get what she wanted, but she chose to use kindness first instead of threats. She had definitely used those, and he could understand. When you work with those that have a high self-opinion on their ability to fight, they usually like to use that ability to negotiate with. Maeva was not a witch; what was he to call her than? Katsumi would figure that out, but right now he had to get to her protection first.

Katsumi stopped and looked around, trying to find his surroundings. He was standing just in front of where the smuggler’s tunnel turned into the London tunnels. There were a few homeless about that had somehow found their way down here; Katsumi had an idea. He stripped himself of the King’s Blade armor and grabbed a nearby piece of cardboard, cutting out eye holes and a spot for a mouth. Covering his face, he approached a man that was about his height and offered the man one hundred pounds if he would wear the suit and walk about the city with a limp. The man looked confused at first, but when Katsumi held out two one hundred pound notes, the homeless man started to get dressed. After confirming the man went above ground, Katsumi fast walked in the direction he knew to be Maeva’s shop, leaving the cardboard behind.

The crippled Asian man had made it pretty far before he decided to go above ground. When he came up, he was pretty close to his destination, the buildings still ugly and wore down. Katsumi hated that society always worked like this but what could he do? He was an assassin, not a social worker. He brushed the thought from his mind as he walked in pain. All these stupid orange flyers were still hanging up in some places, though there were cleaning crews working to pull them down; they were having a lot of trouble though with the adhesive he had the workers use to put them up. Katsumi knew he would have to find a way to get on the air and apologize for taking hostages. Even if he had fought Lux instead of Redhawk, a gamble was a gamble, and Katsumi was a man of his word.

Finally, the assassin found the shop. He approached, but saw something disconcerting. There was a Challenger holding his hand out to Celia, talking to her. How had they known to look for him here? Dammit! Katsumi had a feeling that he just had to make it into the shop; something about that place made everything just feel safe, if you didn’t mind just how creepy it was. It was as though the house was a living entity in itself and it would protect those that belonged there. It was then that he noticed the way the metal armed Challenger looked at Celia. He was here to socialize, not to arrest Katsumi. Why did women seem to bring out the stupid in people?

Katsumi walked forward, keeping his limp as minimal as possible. Celia was trying to clean the gunk off the shop windows, though most of it seemed gone now. When he got close enough, Katsumi said to Celia, moving around Jaeger to get closer to the shop door, “Is the madam in right now? There’s an emergency that I could really use her assistance with right now.”


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Jack watched as Elani lifted Riley out of the crater that Jenny had put him in and as Jr's eyes took on a more calming blue, small bots beginning to fly around the room. Then the female heroine looked at him and said, "How tempting it is to take you up on your offer and simply walk away for it is indeed correct that I now know what this man knows." The ice-wielding teen already knew where this was going; heroes were so predictable. They always made the decisions that were 'noble' but would ultimately result in them getting their asses kicked. People tended to vastly underestimate him. Elani glanced towards the exit before looking back at him and adding, "Tempting but I'm afraid we can't do that so yes we are going to have a problem." Jack almost sighed. Why did they always have to be so damn predictable? Heroes always expected someone who wasn't a hero (or didn't necessarily get along with the law) to be horrible and do terrible things to people that they happened to need; Jack didn't torture his snitches. He was more than capable of finding out what they knew without resorting to such barbaric means... And if torture did become necessary? That was what a call to Rotor was for. But as she spoke her last words, Elani flicked her wrist and Jenny went flying through one of the super thick walls of the abandoned auto-shop; Jack almost shook his head. They had no idea just how bad this was going to go... For them. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. So. Damn. Predictable. McTavish was suddenly sent sliding backwards, out of danger, and then the chunk of concrete that had been flung at them earlier was suddenly flying towards him. Jack frowned but didn't move, his eyes flicking over to Jr instead as he said, "It's funny, Jack. You seem to be implying that i'll lose? Sorry to break it to you. But I guess this kid is going to kick your a**." They were teaching cockiness early, weren't they? However, with Jenny out of the way, it seemed the the youngest Challenger was taking the chance to show off a bit; his eyes began to glow red - he was tapping into his augmentation - and five orbs suddenly formed, each with guns equipped on their sides and while. Well... That was interesting. Jack felt one of his eyebrows arch upwards at the sound of the weapons beginning to warm up, knowing that at any second they would begin to shoot, but not moving anyways.

The furthest bot from the left began to buzz, rather loudly, and then it began to churn out miniature drones that scurried towards the snow-wielding meta-human, carrying a pair of dice on their back. His eyes narrowed. For some reason, he seemed to recall Rotor telling him something about a criminal who used explosive dice as a weapon and that that particular criminal was now dead. You didn't need to be a genius to know that they were obviously some kind of dangerous and that it would hurt to get hit by any of this. However, all of these things happened in a matter of seconds... And each was stopped as Jenny burst through the wall, catching the concrete in one hand. Her once tidy bun had come undone and there was a tear in her skirt but otherwise she looked unscathed; Jack smirked. This was just too good. She stood there, in front of him, holding out the concrete section with one arm, just as the little sentries began to fire bullets at him. She slammed the concrete slab down in front of him, which offered him protection while she herself was hit by quite a few bullets; the ammo slammed into her skin but didn't penetrate, simply tearing away her clothing and adding to the damage already present. "Feck... guys... I'd geht bah-" Riley began, only to get cut off as the blond leapt into action. Jack leaned on his staff and watched, quite obviously relaxed, as she grabbed the nearest orb, gritting her teeth before throwing the drone at the spider bots. It really was really quite impressive that she was still managing to protect Jack against three other metas; fighting three on one was one thing - and difficult enough - but body guarding was on another level entirely. She was worth the money he and Rotor were shelling out to have her. When the concrete she'd placed in front of Jack was nearly depleted - with him still leaning nonchalantly behind it - she grabbed one of the droids and ripped it in half before throwing it in front of the diminishing concrete barrier to reinforce it. He smirked as she turned her attention to the heroes; her clothing was smoking by this point. "Okeh! Time out!" yelled Riley, jumping in between the heroes and the chaos causing neutral and his assistant as if to drive home the point of 'time out'; Jack couldn't help but feel that the Scotsman was being even more of an idiot than usual.

Jenny seemed hesitant to stop but remained in her defensive stance. "This is onleh gonna get worse until we bring the bloodeh roof down on ourselves. Smell tha?" he asked. Sure enough, Jack could smell the faint odor that was steadily growing stronger: gas. At some point during this fight, it appeared as though a gas line had been broken and now it was seeping up into the auto-shop. If they weren't careful, they could accidentally set it off or pass out due to over-exposure. This wasn't a good situation for anyone to be in but Jack wasn't about to back down; that wasn't the way he operated... And neither did Jenny. As Riley opened his mouth to speak again, the blond cut him off. "I do not take orders from you Mister Cooper," she said icily; if her voice took on any more of a chill, she'd become Lady Winter. Jack almost smirked at the idea. Rotor'd kill him if he went after Jenny. "If you wish to retreat so be it, but an explosion will not hurt us, as you know." Her eyes bore holes into the rookies before she glanced, ever so briefly, at the snitch, who still seemed quite out of it... Perhaps that was for the best. "So if you need to leave... then LEAVE!" Jenny stomped hard again and there was the distinctive sound of metal breaking, followed by the smell of gas getting stronger; it seemed she was going to force them to make a decision. Jack's smirk became an actual grin by this point. The rookies needed to learn when to back away from a situation, especially when they were given the chance to do so. And that's when things got really interesting... There was the sound of someone clearing their throat and everyone - with the exception of McTavish - turned their attention to the sound to see a man who looked like Sid standing there, two fingers close together as though he was about to snap his fingers. Jack's eyes widened, realization hitting moments before the man did, indeed, snap his fingers, a large spark springing from the tips, igniting the gas in the room. He didn't have time to worry about what the heroes were doing or even if McTavish would somehow survive the blast. Even as fire bloomed throughout the autoshop, he grabbed Jennys arm and pulled her to his chest, throwing his arm out; ice spiraled around them in a protective shield just as the full brunt of the blast hit them.

The pair was tossed from the autoshop, colliding with a building just across the way; the shield collapsed upon hitting it, leaving Jack and Jenny in a pile of snow. He stood, shaking his head to aid in getting rid of the ringing in his ears, before taking Jenny's hand and helping her to her feet. Her clothing was almost entirely destroyed. Jack smirked, "I gotta say Jen, I love this more revealed version of yourself; you should dress like that more often." She glared at him for a moment before attempting to straighten up her hair and what little clothing she had left. Jack grinned before stepping out of the rapidly melting snowbank and looking up to find that it appeared as though the teleporter known as 'Mist' had stepped in for a quick rescue, getting Elani, Riley, and McTavish out of the auto shop before they were killed by the blast. Lucky them. He could hear the man who looked like Sid laughing from the shop. "Alright, we've had our fun but I really do need McTavish, unless you want to tell me what you learned from him. If that's the case, we'll gladly take the information and get on our way." Rotor would kill him if he let Jenny's clothing be completely destroyed in a fight - she was a professional after all and they didn't want to totally destroy her reputation - and all Jack wanted was whatever information was in McTavishes head before moving on to the next snitch. He needed answers and he needed them now. Only an idiot wouldn't agree to a little exchange of information if it meant a stop to fighting and injury, because clearly Jenny was capable of hurting even Riley.

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                                              Celia was in the back of the shop, trying to figure where the sponge went. Then she spied the little rectangle perched on top of the highest shelf, that she almost never touched due to it being nearly against the ceiling. She set down the empty bucket with the bottle of Windex and grabbed the little step-ladder that was kept back here for this specific purpose. Her thoughts were relatively placid for her, just normal thoughts about how she was going to get the glue off, and if she could control her powers enough to slowly roast the idiot who put the offending pieces of paper on the window. Celia had just plucked the sponge down from its lofty perch when a groan seemed to rumbled up from the baseboards, like the shop was protesting something, to punctuate this, a few small objects clattered to the floor. They included a glass bauble shaped like a cat (which thankfully landed on a rug and didn't shatter) a knife that clattered onto the boards, and a few small amulets that Celia had just finished arranging.

                                              Celia froze, trying to figure out why the shop had suddenly decided to knock things over. She gingerly returned the sponge to it's former position, then paused a beat to see if the shop would respond to that. After nothing happened, Celia hesitatingly lifted the sponge again, relieved that this time nothing fell. She hopped down from the step-stool, gathering the items she needed to get the gunk off the windows, replacing the items that had been toppled over by invisible hands.

                                              The bells on the door jingled merrily as Celia re-emerged from the shop, tools in hands. She blinked her gray at Jaeger, surprised that he had actually helped, rather than leaving like she had expected. However, most of the gunk was gone now, and she wasn't about to complain. "Yeah looks you did. Thanks. I'm Celia." She didn't take his hand, not because she was polite, but rather because he was part computer. Who knew what kind of sensors he had? Celia was aware of the fact that her body ran a good twenty degrees higher than a normal human's, and she wasn't about to give him a chance to find that out about her. Celia smiled weakly at him, ignoring the hand stretched out towards her.

                                              "Look, thanks, but I really need to do my work without any distractions. Please, unless you're going to purchase something, go find somewhere else to hang out." Celia kept her tone firm, almost... Bitchy. She had been working in various forms of retail for two years now, eventually even the nicest of people learn to be mean if necessary. And in this case, it felt appropriate. She felt slightly threatened by his presence here, even if he had helped her, there was still the fact that he was a Challenger, and no other group was as well known for taking down rouge Metas. Criminals. Even if she wasn't on their radar right now (and she planned on staying like that) that didn't guarantee that she wouldn't be someday, that they would connect the dots. Then it would be game over, Celia had Maeva, and that was really it. They had near a dozen members in London alone, and they were trained, unlike Celia. She could not afford to gamble with everything she had tried to scrape together for the past two years, this semblance of normality. If it meant acting like a b***h to a cyborg, then so be it. It was better than facing off against him in the future.

                                              And maybe her behavior would be enough to make him not want to come around here anymore, and that was fine with her. One less possible problem to worry about.

                                              Celia kept her eyes on her work while she scrubbed off the last remnants of the glue, ignoring Jaeger. Maybe he'd take a hint and leave without some sort of akward goodbye. She heard another voice speak to her
“Is the madam in right now? There’s an emergency that I could really use her assistance with right now.”
Celia looked up at Katsumi, surprised to find pain behind them. She did a quick glance-over at his body, he wasn't holding himself the same way he had been last time, although it still looked like a normal stance, it didn't look like Katsumi's normal stance. Normally his shoulders were further back, his movements a bit smoother. Something had happened, and guessing from what Maeva's introduction to him... It probably involved something a bit illegal. Well she wasn't about to begrudge him for doing his job, actually she was a bit concerned about him. Katsumi had seemed almost more than human last time they had spoken, unbound by the same restraints, and slightly off his rocker. So how had he gotten hurt? A fight? A staircase? Arthritis? And this emergency, it had to be bad. The removal of gunk from the window dropped a few rungs on her priority list, taking care of this strangeness was now on the top.

Celia glanced at Jaeger from the corner of her eyes, he didn't seem to suspect anything, and she was going to keep it that way. "I'm sorry, she isn't right now. It's about the granite statue isn't it? Lost in the mail right? Let's go inside so we can call her on my phone. She'll want to hear about this as soon as possible..." The lies rolled easily off her tongue, Celia knew the guilt would hit her later. It always did. Celia gave Katsumi a meaningful look that said "Play along." Assuming everything went well, she'd walk inside with him and lock the door. Flip the sign on the door to "Closed" and see if she could help Katsumi with whatever was paining him. After he contacted Maeva of course.



Location: Maeva's shop

With: Katsumi, Jaeger

Feeling: Nervous, concerned

OOC: And thus begins the downward spiral...

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                                              ◆Even Sheera noticed the owl perk up at the mention of 'The Timeless One'; it was way too smart to be just any normal animal and its reaction to the shadows was one that she'd never seen an animal give. Not to mention the odd phenomena of the medical equipment flickering when the owl screeched. The longer she was around it... The more the Russian hated it. As soon as she asked Novik who the 'Timeless One' was, Mokin said, "Hi." Her gaze snapped to him, teal blue eyes narrowing in a blood-curdling glare. He needed to remain silent, this was not a matter that concerned him and did not require him to speak, even if he had been doing so to give trivial greetings to the alien as per social norm. Novik, at any rate, didn't seem to mind that he'd been greeted by the blind man and he looked over, rather excitedly, to reply, "Hi." The alien only kept his gaze on Mokin for a moment before returning his attention to Sheera, who was waiting a little less than patiently to figure out who this unknown person was. "The Timeless One is one of a group of Time Shamans who live under the Tree of Time. In the simplest terms, they keep order in the Multiverse. Long, long ago they visited my people in a time of dire need, and passed on knowledge of order and peace. They fell into Myth and Legend though.. it had been so long since we'd last seen or heard from one we thought it had only been a story as to why we do what we do.. Now though, a Timeless one has come to you. They have chosen a male form, and he is now situated in one of your... rooms below the ground." The smile that had adorned his face had slowly disappeared as he spoke; from the way Novik spoke about these 'Timeless Ones', they were highly respected and almost looked upon as Gods. She was sure that the alien didn't like seeing a being who was the subject of myth and legends locked up in a containment room. She wondered who had put him in there... JC and Celeste had both been on patrol that morning and the twins had gone out as well but she hadn't heard them come back yet, so it was anyone's guess as to who had put the 'Timeless One' in one of the containment cells. What mattered was that there was a person in the containment cells and she was just now finding out about it.

                                              At any rate, Sheera had heard more than enough and wanted to meet this 'Timeless One'. <"Can you help me down to the containment cells? I want to have a look at this... 'Timeless One',"> requested the Russian, slowly easing herself up onto her elbows so that she could sit up and swing her legs over the side of the bed. She had to know who was currently resting beneath their base. She was the only member of the team within the base and she had to try to keep an eye on things, even if she wasn't truly fit to fight anyone should the need arise. "You need to be staying in bed Nox. You are badly injured. I don't want to see you in any more pain than you already are." It almost sounded as though he was pleading with her to remain in bed but she glared at him; she didn't have time for this. <"If you won't help me, I'll go down alone,"> she snapped. Sheera knew she shouldn't take that tone with him. Novik was genuinely concerned for the members of the team and seemed to care about everyone, even if he really didn't have any reason to do so... What was more, he seemed to care about her well-being despite her caustic and poisonous personality which was, quite frankly... A bit perplexing. She didn't understand it, since she wasn't exactly the kindest person on the team. He attempted to dissuade her one more time before finally relenting as she finally managed to sit up and made to swing her legs off the bed, and he said, "Okay, okay. Just please don't rush yourself. I will help." Sheera resisted the urge to smile in relief; the thought of making it to the containment cells on her own was just... exhausting. Novik moved over to her and held out his arm, clearly being the one to allow her to initiate contact. She was grateful for this. Sheera reached out and gripped his arm with her hand, carefully standing up and using his solid weight to hold herself upright. Once she was upright, he began helping her towards the exit and that's when the Russian remembered that Mokin was no longer chained to the bed... He'd have to come with them. Novik looked back at the blind-man, who was watching them through his dark sunglasses, the owl doing the same. "Oh. Okay?" Clearly he didn't understand why this was and she didn't feel like explaining that she knew Mokin would just (try to) walk out if they left him here under good faith that he'd stay put. No prisoner would stay put if given the chance to run.

                                              "Do you need help? I don't want you getting hurt again," he offered the blind man, who shook his head and let the alien know that he didn't need help getting to the containment cells. Sheera was not pleased with the idea of Mokin just being allowed to simply follow them and since she didn't trust him... Novik seemed to trust her judgement and when she told him to at least keep a firm grasp on the assassin as they made their way below. The alien sighed and motioned for Mokin to to get up and come closer - which he didn't want to do, evident by his posture and expression - but eventually he did give in and come over. Novik took the assassin's arm in his free one and together the trio, plus the owl, made their way down to the containment level. Sheera remained mostly silent on the way down but Novik was chatty, as usual, and he properly introduced himself to the blind man and got Mokin's name in return. He was more polite than most humans, which she found a bit ironic considering the fact that he wasn't. When the alien spoke directly to her, she would answer but for the most part she was silent; he seemed completely oblivious to the tension between herself, Mokin, and his owl friend. The darkness was draped over her shoulders in the form of a large snake. It muttered irritably in the corners of her mind, wanting to kill the owl but not acting... Yet. She could feel that it wouldn't take much to change that... And Sheera wasn't sure she'd be totally against getting rid of the owl and its handler. When they finally reached the containment cells, Novik called out, "I did not see any dark presence." Clearly he was quite comfortable with this... 'Timeless One'. The darkness seemed to fade into Sheera's skin and clothing, disappearing from sight but everything about her seemed to grow darker. "But I brought two friends for you to meet." Sheera glanced up at Novik; it was strange to have someone so nice consider someone like her, someone so... harsh, to be a friend. They stopped in front of the only occupied cell and the Russian released Novik's arm, walking forward under her own power to stand, straight and tall with her feet slightly spread apart and her hands clasped behind her back, in front of the shield that separated the prisoners from everyone else, hard teal eyes appraising the man within the cell. He was tall and broad, she could tell that much even though he was seated, with muscles that practically exuded power, and looked to be quite the warrior. There was an air about him, something that made it obvious to her that he was a person who didn't belong where he now sat.

                                              There was something in his expression, a kind of surprise or perhaps shock or horror, that told her that he expected her to be here about as much as she suspected someone like him in a place like this. Sheera said nothing. She could gather a lot of information just from observing... It was him who had been questioning about a dark presence and she was curious. But she would wait for him to speak, if he had anything to say at all, that is.


Location: With Novik, Mokin, the damned Owl, and the Timeless OnexxxxThoughts: Who the hell is 'The Timeless One'?xxxxMood: Pained, Curious, Annoyed

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                                                                Location: HomexxCompany: JuliaxxMood: Nervous, RexxOutfit: Casually Nervous

                                                                Chiara followed behind the blond woman in silence, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. She'd never been very good at interacting with other people and this was no exception, especially when combined with the emotionally charged atmosphere she'd just walked out of; there'd even been some kind of tension between Montoro and this woman who now led the way through the building. No one questioned this woman, Julia. Chiara felt that the blond could march through the front doors with a gaggle of masked morons and still not be questioned. Perhaps stared after as though she'd grown an extra eye, as had happened when she'd gotten Chiara herself past security, but otherwise the red-head didn't think anyone would stop Julia from marching through the London branch of Montoro Incorporated.

                                                                As Chiara was walking behind Julia, she didn't see the blond smile, but her attention was immediately draw back to the woman when she said, "Well... I hope you don't find it unusual, but I was about to take a lunch break, and I was wondering if you could join me? Don't worry, Mr. Montoro didn't ask me to do this. He would have called it a waste of time."

                                                                Chiara stared at the back of Julia's head, surprised. Lunch? With someone who was practically a stranger? She was sure that Julia knew of her history and of some of the things she'd done and yet she was still asking to go out to lunch together? Why? If Montoro hadn't asked his assistant to do this, then why? Was there a reason behind it? Or... Was this blond just being... Friendly? Usually other females were threatened by Chiara's physical appearance and treated her poorly, so it was strange to come across a woman who treated her... kindly. She wasn't sure how to feel about it. Should she accept? "Why... Why are you offering?" It was a valid question. Anyone should ask that question, she felt, especially since she'd only met this woman a few minutes ago and only because Julia had gotten her past security even though she hadn't actually had an appointment with Montoro. Chiara felt that perhaps she should trust Julia a little bit...

                                                                "I don't really know. I suppose..." said Julia, pausing as she stepped into the elevator and held the door for the red-head to enter as well before continuing, "... I suppose it feels like we could both use a little... company. If you have prior engagements, please, you aren't by any means being pushed to accept. A no will not hurt my feelings. Just thought it might be nice. I'm always buried in my work, so I really don't have much room for socialization. When I do, it gets rerouted by... the man upstairs. I rarely even leave the building for lunch. Today just feels kind of different. I could use the air, I could use the company, and was just wondering if you were interested." Chiara bit her lip, still unsure. She didn't have any plans to meet with JC today, even though she'd been hoping to see him so that she could give him the container of herbal medicine that he'd left without... And it wasn't like she had any friends.

                                                                All she'd intended on doing was going to her shop to do a little work. She took a breath and replied, "I... suppose it could be nice. I'll join you for lunch; I think we could both use a little... Company." She'd almost said 'girl time'. Chiara barely knew this woman. Such terms were not appropriate.

                                                                When she accepted, the red-head was surprised to see Julia grin from ear to ear and practically jump out of her shoes; after nearly falling over, she regained her composure, brushing a hand down her dress and bowing her head in embarrassment. Chiara almost giggled. Almost. "I-I apologize. That wasn't very professional of me." The elevator doors opened and she motioned for Chiara to exit first. She felt she should say something... "You don't have to apologize... No one can be professional all the time and who else was there to see?" The doors opened and Julia put her hand out, motioning for Chiara to go first. Julia followed right behind, catching up in a step or two, before saying, "I'm not very big on eating out so... where would you like to go?"

                                                                Well... that was a problem. The red-head didn't eat out much... The only time she'd done so was when she was out with JC. When she ate... She ate home-cooked. It was healthier and cheaper. As Julia never went out much either, this left them at a bit of a disadvantage: neither of them knew where or what to eat. However, by the time they reached the front door, Julia had come up with a solution.

                                                                The blond led the way to a sub restaurant, where they ordered their food to go before leaving to find a nice place to sit. They went to a nearby park and sat down, beginning to eat and chat. It was a bit awkward and slow at first but as the two became more accustomed to the each other and more comfortable... It became almost fun to sit and talk with another girl. They were currently talking about rude people, the kind who had no reason to be so but were anyways, just to make people miserable it seemed. "The other day, I ran outside to try and catch my boyfriend and this car full of guys drove by and made some rather lewd calls; it was so rude! Some men are practically neanderthal at heart," said Chiara with a roll of her eyes.

                                                                Julia giggled in response and said, "I know, right? Like, just yesterday I was walking to work. I crossed the street and some guy nearly ran me over. He had a red light. Then, he flipped me off. What's that all about? Some people just have no manners." She giggled again and the red-head smiled in response, taking a bite of her roast beef and pepper jack cheese sub and chewing in silence for a moment before Julia got her attention again.

                                                                The blond's hand spiraled into the air, as though she was trying to speed up her chewing by doing so, before she finally swallowed and took a breath, "Um..." One of Chiara's eyebrows arched upwards; whenever someone began a sentence like that, the topic of conversation tended to enter awkward areas. "...I know it's none of my business..." The blond was staring at the ground and the red-head had a feeling that she'd been right; the conversation was going to be awkward. Julia looked up to meet Chiara's eyes, "... but... Francisco... he thinks about you quite a lot. I mean, he doesn't really talk, but... I always know when he's thinking about you. He's a man of stone, you know? I planned an evening for the two of us tonight. He canceled my plans before I even had a chance to surprise him. Still... he goes all gooey when it's about you. I know he seems to act tough... hard as Terph, but somewhere in there, you hit a nerve that makes him melt like grilled cheese."

                                                                The red-head stared at Julia, partially in shock, even as Julia's expression seemed to grow somber and she asked, "What's it like... to know someone was there for you... to know that someone cares about you, but... you can't even remember their existence in your life? I can't imagine it, really. It must be terrible." Julia seemed to jump, as if coming out of her thoughts and she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry... It's not my place. I shouldn't have..."

                                                                Chiara stared, silent. It was strange to have someone, someone who was practically a stranger, touch of topics that she'd never expected to have anyone ask about... What was more was that this woman had spent more time around Francisco in the last God-knew-how-long and seemed to know the inner workings of the mans mind... Even seemed to... Care about him. The cancelled plans might explain the barbed comment back up in Montoro's office earlier. She shook her head and said, "No, don't... Don't apologize. You're the only person who's... Ever asked me that." Her eyes held Julias. "Though I'm not sure how you would be aware of any of that." Unless you've been sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

                                                                "Not having the proper memories from my child, only having a jumbled mess where some of the best moments of your life is supposed to be... Is terrible. There are very few clear memories. I remember weekends with my grandmother and I remember never getting any attention from my parents and how I was treated by the other children in my school. But not remembering anything about Francisco... About being raised by him... It's... Terrible. Everything I thought I knew... Is wrong. I wish I could remember." It felt strange to say this to a woman who was practically a stranger but... At the same time... It felt kind of good.

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This day was going to s**t rather quickly. No patrol was given, but Manny knew where he would be most needed and so assigned himself. What he was doing now was monitor duty, taking in all the feeds from the team and the news, and trying to keep a lid on everything. He was seated in front of a giant monitor that showed him a map of London and what communicators were where (it was assumed the owners of the communicators would be with them, but you never knew) when the feed from the auto-shop popped up.

The rookies seemed to be handling things pretty well, but Manny was still ready to 'port in at a moment's notice if things started going wonky. The new girl working for Jack had her face run through recognition software, but it was still crunching so no answers about the mysterious 'Jenny' yet. Manny had his attention divided between the bomb situation and the shop situation, but the mention of the word gas focused his attention. Then, the stranger arrived, and Manny was gone in a blink.

It happened so fast that few people could comprehend what had happened, but as soon as the blast started, four people found themselves nearly instantly outside of the building. The snitch was still stuck to his chair and tripping on some sort of drug. Next to him were Elani and Riley; Manny was behind them and facedown on the ground, smelling slightly of ash. Luckily, he was in his hero outfit, which kept him from getting burns, but the strain of what he just did nearly knocked him out.

In the first milliseconds of the explosion, Manny had grabbed Mactavish and dumped him outside of the shop and safe from the explosion. Then he came back, grabbing Elani first and telelporting her next to Mactavish, and quickly followed suit with Riley; he worked based off of the first person he could grab, dealing with time in milliseconds did not leave time for thinking. When Manny tried to grab Junior, things went bad.

Jr had instinctively put a force field around himself, which Manny could not breach. The ash and soot was because he had stayed until the flames tickled his back trying to get Jr, only to give up and flee. All in all, it had taken about a quarter of a second. That much fast paced teleporting had completely drained out Manny, leaving him the barely conscious form he currently was.

"...you guys.. owe me drinks... kick a**..." Manny muttered before giving in and passing out, leaving Elani and Riley to deal with Jack and Jenny. He'd done all he could.

((figured I would toss in Manny's point of view))
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