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The HQ was destroyed and the time is desperate. There is someone out there trying to hunt all Legends- not caring if they capture them dead or alive. Dare and your Legend meet in secret in a pub to discuss action and potential strategies to save young and old Legends alike.

[Age: Teen. Anything else you need to know, ask in OOC brackets, XD.]

Dare is nursing a watered-down soft drink at the bar. His thick soled boot rests on one of the supports of the stool, and his eyes wander around the bar setting. It's difficult to look past the thick and continuous smoke cloud, nevermind the contained heat just about slows everyone's movements down.

He doesn't yet notice Neva. Cupping the glass with his gloved hands, he can feel the eyes of the bartender on him, and purposely pretends that the mirky drink transfixes him. He'd gotten enough stares by arriving unaccompanied and requesting a non-alcoholic drink. He needed his head clear, for one, though his choice may have been a poor one; any attention is bad attention in such a situation as the one the whole of the Legends have found themselves in..

Taking another swig, he casually lifts his olive green eyes toward the bar entrance. Faint relief flashes across his face, and he straightens up slightly, not yet speaking.

[Sorry, ;;. -confuses people often with abnormal writing habits, XD.-]

Dare lifts his eyes briefly, but masks this with a swig of his drink, to create the allusion for any onlookers that he hadn't been expecting anyone. He sets the glass back down noisily.

"D'you make sure you weren't followed..?" he asks lowly, his eyes on the bartender at the opposing end of the bar. He pushes a stray strand of crimson hair from in front of his eyes, but once he tilts his head to look at her, it falls back into place. He doesn't bother with it a second time.

Dare's expression hardens and turns grave at her question. He'd thought about that often since finding the Headquarters in rubble and ash. They could have been watching him then, and ever since then he was never able to shake the feeling that someone is watching.

"We don't," he murmurs plainly, swirling his drink in the glass. "And it's in our best interest to find out who they are before they find us. Our entire families are at risk, and for what?"

With slighted fury, he knocks aside his drink with his knuckles. The glass threatens to spill its contents, but gravity kicks in and the glass settles. Dare goes without speaking for a moment, fixating his stare on his own hands.

Slowly, he lifts his gaze and finds himself looking directly at Neva. His voice is softer, more tender, when he speaks next. "We have to take action, Neva, which is why I turned to you.. when the headquarters.. when it.."

He shakes his head. She would get the point; he doesn't need to review the extent of the disaster. "I lost all lines of communication between Legends and their families. It took a great deal of personal sacrifice to reach even you." His eyes stray briefly, and they cloud over, almost as if they portray that he doesn't want to talk about what sort of sacrifice may have been involved.

Dare doesn't even supress his shock. He does, however, calm himself rather quickly, once the immensity of the current situation is reminded.

"You aren't suggesting.." he trails off, shifting uncomfortably on the bar stool. The bar tender shoots him a glance out of the corner of his eye, but continues to mix drinks. Dare falls short for a few moments and waits until the man is out of earshot before continuing. "As much as I don't want to believe it.. it would explain things."

Massaging his right temple, Dare cranes his neck to look over his shoulder. "We may need to take action sooner than I had planned," he mutters bitterly with a kick to the bar, unheard over the bustle and noise of the pub, which grows busier after every passing minute.

Neva seems to sense Dare's fear as he takes care of not being heard by the bar tender. As he massages his temples she is heavily reminded of her own habit to receive headaches at the worst time.

The girl is about to say something about theory and action as a drizzling feeling runs along her arms and she can feel the goosebumps on her skin.
Silence. Dark eyes flicker towards the entrance.

It only takes seconds but for Neva the dark hooded figure's movements seem to be in slow motion. Death is her first thought, but as the stranger pulls down her hood it appears to be some kind of girl. A sick looking one indeed.

As strange as it seems Neva has a glorious feeling of victory inside of her. She just knew it had to be a girl, males would have never been so tricky. I knew it. This thought is the dictating one in her head, but slowly fear trickles into her consciousness.

The girl is whispering. Neva only recognises the mouth movements, but doesn't seem to understand what she's saying. Her eyes are rushing with adrenaline and her hand holds convulsively on to the stool she's sitting on.

She has never seen death before. It is like her self-consciousness shatteres into tiny pieces, but at the same time it arises in a paradox kind of way. The murder, IT, has also come to get her. She isn't useless, she is some kind of special.

Neva shakes her head as the skull drops to the ground and swallows her own spittle. The ice on the ground almost looks like glass...

A high pitched scream escapes the teenagers lips as she starts to tremble. Her past life seems to embrace her in a horrid nightmare. The whole floor is decorated with glass, glass of her heart... Looking down at her chest Neva expects to see a huge hole and blood, but there's nothing but her cloak and the shirt she's wearing.

"No..." She breathes out in a whisper. It's not certain if she's talking to herself or Chandra.

The screaming seemed to feed Chandra and she took slow deliberate steps towards the pair of Legends. The floor is slick, but her boots allow her to easily keep her balance.

"This is not madness Dare." She laughs, but it comes out all wrong. Twisted, as if she isn't physically capable of mirth. "Someone giving a bunch of random souls a second chance at Life is madness and I intend to end it and return things to their natural order."

She shifted sideways, half out of her body and into the Land of the Dead. While she was there she could try to manipulate their souls, but she could not protect her physical body.

"I assume neither of you intends to go easily?" The words came out slurred, a sign she was letting go of her body. She shouldn't have given it, but she wanted this to be a challenge.