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Capital City State of the USA and strongly held Providence territory. As the city containing the Providence Headquarters, entering the city is virtually impossible for those fighting against Providence and crime is nearly non-existent as criminals are nearly always caught by the high number of Providence Agents in the city.

You'd think that long hours of paper work and sitting at a desk for years on end would begin to tire someone out. That maybe after a few years they'd pack their bags and would be on their way to the next job for new experiences and challenges. For Garrett, this wasn't the case, especially in the middle of a warzone. All over the world it was Deviant vs your everyday average citizens who've had enough of the people with powers mucking up the place. They're destructive force and wild natures make them increasingly dangerous and have proven that they are here to stay after several countries have fallen under the reign of the Dominion. They fought to keep their own in a state of peace, removing any opposition against them. Disregarding the fact that Garrett too was one of them, he didn't approve of their methods and wanted no part in what they had to say or do, and in a way, he felt the same about those who stood up against them.

Garrett looked both ways before crossing the street, clutching his messenger back as he hustled over to the opposite sidewalk. After a long day at work, he could go home, relax, and repeat the day all over again, just the way he liked it. He broke out into a short whistle, a tune that he had heard many years ago that always seemed to stick with him. It calmed him as he traversed the dimly lit streets in that general area. It wasn't the safest place and while he preferred not to use his abilities, they would no doubt be useful in ensuring that he'd live to see another day.

"Help..he's...coming."

"What the hell?!" Garrett shouted as the young man gripped at his clothes. He stared down at him, wide eyed and confused. He was battered, beaten, maybe even tortured and didn't look like he'd last long without some kind of help. "I-I-I, I'm gonna get you some help, just stay right th-, holy s**t!" Garrett practically shouted as he jumped back watching an arrow head puncture the man's skin, causing him to keel over and fall to the ground. The man's panting and heavy breathing came to a slow halt before there was nothing. Garrett was left in the silence once more, though the lingering sense of death had no intention of leaving. He'd clutch his bag tight, looking around left and right and overhead. Where did that arrow come from? Who was that man? Was he a deviant too?

Garrett threw up one hand into the air, a cloud of ash and smoke surrounding his hands. "Screw it!" He uttered before bolting off in the other direction. Why did he use his powers? Whoever killed that guy probably saw him go all cigarette mode for no reason. s**t. s**t. s**t. I can lose him, I can lose him. Just gotta keep going and never look back.

Jan 27.

Osiris considered letting the other go. After all he had no idea if they were a deviant or not. Therefore he couldn't fully determine whether they deserved his wrath. But that entire notion was no longer such the very moment the other displayed inhuman abilities. Smoke manipulation huh? Thus, giving Osiris enough evidence to conclude they too too, were a deviant. Behind his mask a smile crept onto his lips. He'd not expected to take another so soon. Oh well, duty calls. Was his last thought before peering out from his position, down to the ground below watching as the male ran for safety.

Little did he know safety was no longer an ally of his. There was nowhere he could run or hide. Life as he knew it was over. It was only a matter of time. Osiris began making tracks overhead his latest prey. They needn't worry though. He would only follow for now, and let them drop their guard when they thought they were finally alone. If he fired an arrow now they would no doubt go into full out panic mode. And that, just wouldn't do. Go on. Lead me straight back to your home new friend. thought Osiris.

"What could be more luxurious than a good book,
a soft couch and a warm cup of tea?"



Dr. Morhan had been called in to deal with a bullet wound of a young Deviant. Operating on Deviants was a specialty in itself given all of the special conditions involved for dealing with various powers. Her Prehensile Tendrils gave her an advantage however since if they were damaged or destroyed they would heal or grow back, unlike human hands. When she arrived she quickly spoke to hospital staff. The surgery room was still being prepped, as was the anesthetic, but both should be ready by the time she had scrubbed up. Still since they weren't ready for her yet, she decided to visit the patient to see what exactly she was dealing with. There she found a EMT sitting with the victim who was laying on a gurney as they all waited for her and the surgery room. He was so young, yet strangely calm. “I'm Dr. Morhan.” She introduced herself to both of them, though most of her attention was on the boy that had been shot. “I'll be preforming your surgery. We'll have you up and walking around again in no time.”

"What could be more luxurious than a good book,
a soft couch and a warm cup of tea?"



A couple of hours would pass before Krista would remerge from the operating room. It had been relatively simple procedure in all honesty and really a regular surgeon could have done it just fine if it wasn’t for the fact that they were so afraid to work with Deviants. Inside the nurses were just wrapping things up and the kid would be brought to a recovery room in the hospital. “Oh, you are still waiting?” She asked, a bit surprised when she saw the EMT waiting outside the room. Usually they left as soon as dropping a person off. “Do you know him?” She asked. After all it was fairly common for Deviants to stick together in a world where they were often attacked for being simply what they were.

Jan 27.

Osiris looked on as the frantic individual nearly got themselves into an accident in attempt to escape. Even displaying their unique power once more as they reappeared on the other side. He was intrigued by the ability never having the joy of killing a smoke manipulator. This should be fun. he thought to himself. The mouse scurried looking for a place to hide like they always did. And just like mice, did he manage to find a place. It was a quaint shop, the lack of light letting him know it was closed much like most of it's neighboring stores. The archer started to raise his bow aiming it carefully. If the prey wasn't going to come to him as Osiris, they would if he got their information as his other self. The arrow zipped forward sticking to the glass and with a five second countdown shattered the glass. Osiris enjoyed his work before turning and walking away. The response time on the shop's alarm system in this neighborhood would be rather quick. And he had to change. See you soon kid.

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"What could be more luxurious than a good book,
a soft couch and a warm cup of tea?"


It was hard to remain unattached in their world, yet vitally important. Especially hard when working on fellow Deviants. Krista was lucky as she could hide her powers and very rarely displayed them outside of the operating room. The poor boy didn’t have that luxury with his green skin. “I expect he will make a full recovery. The nurses said he didn’t have any I.D. though, so we have no one to call to look after him.” Naturally she couldn’t get into too much detail about the green boys medical status, but she didn’t see the harm in sharing that little information with the concerned EMT. “I don’t suppose there was anyone where you picked him up?” She didn’t think it was likely given they would be here by now if there was. Perhaps she would contact Providence. She certainly didn’t what to leave him alone and injured at the hospital. People were more accepting of their kind in Washington D.C., but there were still plenty of problems.

A slight chuckle escaped Jayce when he spotted a sign in the reception area that read, "Do not enter authorized personal only." Without any signs of concern, Jayce pushed past the double doors and strolled through the hospital halls all while whistling a tune. Despite this being a restricted area Jayce seemed to know where he was going. Then again this wasn't his first time he stole from this particular hospital. Typically Jayce never cared about the minor details for the jobs he was assigned, as long as it paid well, however this gig was rather odd. Apparently his client was paying top dollar for heavy duty anesthetic drugs and the client needed it in bulk. Jayce was a little curious but in the end it really didn't matter what the drugs was being used for because it was easy money for a guy like Jayce. Knowing that he was getting close to the storage area Jayce picked up his pace. Everything seemed to be going as planed until a nosy nurse spotted Jayce.

"Sir you're not supposed to be back here! Excuse me sir." The nurse shouted.

Ignoring the woman's cries Jayce continued towards his destination. Unfortunately the nurse perused Jayce. The nurse began running towards Jayce, while yelling the same garbage as if she was stuck on repeat. The hospital's future employee of the month eventually caught up to Jayce. Determined to halt his progress the woman latched onto his leather jacket. When Jayce swung around to face the nosy nurse the woman stared at him with wide eyes filled with fear. The nurse had spotted the Glock 22 holstered on his hip and looked as if she was about to scream. With a heavy sigh Jayce rolled his eyes and punched the woman in the face. Not one for chivalry Jayce continued to beat on the woman until she was evenly knocked ********>." Jayce muttered as he shook his bloody fist.

Even though the nurse had been knocked out, Jayce was not in the clear. The woman had caused quite the commotion, which meant Jayce had to hurry. In a haste Jayce bolted to the supply room; shoving anyone who happened to be in his way. When Jayce entered the room he started grabbing all of the bottles labeled anesthetic medicine and shoved it into a small black duffle bag. The pressure was on and the hospital security may have shown up at anytime but it was moments like these that Jayce felt he was in his element. This feeling, this sensation of adrenalin reminded Jayce of his military days as a member of Laughing Skull.