Episode 4: The Jailbreak of Dawn

[The J]

Hadrian Alburn AKA Ajax


Outside the Hospital


Viola's words jerked Hadrian from his shocked stupor, but he wasn't entirely listening to them. It took him a moment to realise that she'd asked him a question - his name.A few seconds more passed before he eventually responded.


"Hadrian." He said, "I'm at Aegis, I just joined recently."


Looking back to the dying man before him, he asked "he's dying, isn't he? Because... because of us. We killed him."


The girl wouldn't get a chance to respond before the door nearby crashed into the ground, having been torn from its hinges. Hadrian scrambled to his fight, ready for another fight as a girl stepped out, twelve feet tall and covered by extremely tight clothing that was far too small for her.


Luckily it seemed that she wasn't another criminal like the Viking, only a hero who'd gotten the wrong idea.


"Wait, we're heroes!" He said, looking around the Viola. She was a hero, right? She certainly acted like one.


"This asshole was killing people. We... christ, we went way too far. I didn't mean to kill him, just... I couldn't keep him down otherwise. I'm sorry, I'm so god damn sorry."

 

[Giyari]

Viola Porter
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 Mood: Callous


 Location: Mercy Medical Center


 Company: Hadrian, Erik, and Tabitha


 @'s: @The J @Bag o Fruit @Teh Frixz


 Other:







So this Hadrian was another Aegis member, not unusual, amongst Supers, quite a high percentage attended an Aegis facility across the US. Not all of them wanted to be Blue Badges mind you. Viola listened to Hadrian's worries about death, he wasn't wrong, The viking man was certainly in bad shape. There was a chance he could survive. Did he deserve to survive though? that was another question...


The appearance of Tabitha changed things a little, the size changer was well known at Aegis, and even more so thanks to her actions at the Zoo. She seemed, naive, assuming that old meant fragile, or that elders automatically deserved respect. Elders were the generations that segregated races due to their religions, the elder generations ere the ones that subjected millions of homosexuals to needless torture and humiliation, what did the elders know of respect.


"This man murdered a security officer in the Hospital with an Axe, and attempted to euthanize the hospice care ward. He's not worth your time, Tabitha." Viola spoke with a deliberate strength, she meant every ounce of what she said, this man was certainly the dregs of humanity, it was people like this man who painted supers in a bad light, stopped the public believing that failed attempts to save people and stop violence were not actually violence. It was people like this man that caused the intense distrust of supers in society, the demoniseation by the media when a super slipped up, the derogatory and hateful acts Supers put up with for their attempts to help. No, he didn't deserve a chance to live.


"We didn't go too far, we did the world a favour... He's scum, nothing more. " Viola sneered as Hadrian attempted to explain their actions. "And thanks for you help in taking him down, Hadrian. I'm... I'm Spitfire." she added. 


Spitfire, the legendary fighter plane that laid waste to German bombers during the Battle of Britain, and her fathers old codename. He had used it during the rapture attacks, used it to save the lives of many people at the behest of Commonwealth. He also used it to end the lives of many more who threatened him... It seemed like this was the perfect time to revive it.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Tabitha Crane 


As soon as she heard her name, Tabitha's ire shrank with her body. Her face blushes a bright scarlet while her stature returned to normal, clothing hanging together still but visibly relieved of the stress. Tabby doesn't answer right away, embarrassment at her attempted haranguing of a 'real' hero so great that she just wanted to hide again. She pulls on the jacket she'd dropped just outside he door before finally speaking up. 


"I'm sorry...I didn't know. I just saw him getting hurt. He's part of the world too is all.." Her words trail off as she mumbles and doggedly refuses to make eye contact but at least she approaches the pair of heroes. Morbid concern slightly paving the way for the approach as she wanted to check on the old man. He may have done something to warrant their actions but he was still a person. You couldn't save the world without helping everyone at least a little. Avoiding the gaze of the the heroes, she looks down at the body. Her red cheeks refuse to dissipate as her heart broke a little. 


The old man brought back memories, seeing her Grandpa in a hospital bed with tubes up his nose asking for grandma Val. She'd died years earlier but Grandpa never really managed to let go of her. She looks away, finally looking up at Spitfire and Hadrian with a sappy look akin to a lost puppy. It had been a trying day for her and it was just going from bad to worse. 


"Please don't arrest me, I wasn't on his side or anything, I thought he needed help." She pleades softly, trying to ignore the growing concern that this was strike two on her record after the zoo incident. 


@Giyari @The J

 

[Lioness075]

Lara Scarlot Hart
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Nickname: Raven
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Location: Park
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Tagged: @Lazy Rocktime (Klaus), @St Stare (Urial), @RemainingQuestions (Luci), @Teh Frixz (Kingsley), @Bag o Fruit (Chipmunk King), @DamagedGlasses (Oliver), and @SweetNicole (Julie)
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Mood: What the...?
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To say things were remotely normal at the moment would be far from the truth. Chipmunks swarming the park with some samurai-wielding short madman leading the charge and Mr. Mallory somehow holding someone in place with just one limp hand, which meant he clearly had super strength, though this didn't explain his random appearance earlier. The creepy guy being held in place was also the same man who'd kissed Mr. Mallory recently, which left Lara feeling rather disgusted. Did they have no sense of public decency? Or the fact that people could die!?


Trying to absorb everything around her and, in short, feeling overwhelmed, Lara did the only thing that could help her think straight again. She turned away from the chipmunk army and sprinted as fast as she could to the next bench. Once she reached it, Lara jumped onto it before leaping off, her wings suddenly shooting out of her leather jacket to their full wingspan of sixteen feet. She always cut two slits in the back of her tops to allow for this. She then flew away before banking back towards the chaos. Wanting to avoid it at all costs, especially now that her vulnerable wings were out, Lara focused on flying up higher and away from the danger before she decided to simply circle the park from above.


Thanks to her keen sight, Lara had no trouble watching everything unfold and was more than ready to dive and try to help someone if the need should arise. She wasn't much of a fighter, but Lara wasn't about to let anyone get hurt if she could help.

 

[Lioness075]

Piper Farrar
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Location: Page's Office --> Front of Facility 108
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Tagged: @Mini T-Rex Syndrome (Page)
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Mood: Excited and anxious at the same time
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Patiently waiting for Page to move to her desk and get herself ready for this appointment, Piper sipped at her coffee again, already beginning to taste it cooling off. A slight frown appeared briefly on her face before disappearing once Page spoke to her.


At the mention of the teacher going postal, Piper envisioned the news article about 'Klaus', the teacher who had attacked a student with gas. It was horrifying just to imagine going that way and Piper shuddered at the thought. Shaking her head and letting out a small sigh, Piper then smiled at Page.


"Well, there is that one saying, 'Kill your enemies with kindness.' I suppose killing bad news with good news could do the same, yeah?"


Hearing a printer come to life, Piper blinked and looked at it, nearly missing Page's incident with a pile of papers. Wincing, Piper instantly felt bad for the secretary, who likely had spent hours going through that one pile alone. A quick glance around the cluttered room gave away the hours of work likely still left. Piper could drown in the paperwork alone, she couldn't imagine the numbing work of having to go through each sheet individually.


Hearing Page requesting to be followed, Piper suddenly came back to life and hopped after her, freezing in place when a drop of coffee bounced out of her cup, but miraculously landed on the top instead of any papers or the ground. Quickly licking it off to hide the near fatal mistake, Piper then carefully followed after Page, minding where she stepped on her way out.


While Page temporarily focused on what appeared to be an iPad to Piper, she shifted her focus to pulling her DSLR camera out of her camera bag, which was slung over her left shoulder. It was one of the best cameras of the year, gifted to her from her rich parents, and Piper was grateful for its high FPS. A high FPS meant one could hold down the 'picture-taking button' and the camera would fire off multiple shots within seconds of one another. 10 used to be the best FPS option out there, but nowadays she could get up to 12 FPS!


With her camera strap over her neck and the camera powered on now, Piper looked back up at Page and let out a quiet yelp, as she almost walked straight into her just as one of her own statements incited the flames to come back to life on her. Biting the inside of her cheek, Piper slowed her pace down to put some distance between her while Page began speaking again.


Mindful that her coffee would get in the way of her taking any pictures, Piper focused on sipping it repeatedly throughout Page's small speech.


Tossing her coffee cup into a trash can along the way, Piper then thought up a response to everything Page had said thus far.


"Well, I'm sure this is a cycle we go through a lot. There will always be discord and tension between normal people like me and supers like you. I think we just need to focus more on what makes us the same and less on what makes us different. Everyone focuses so much on the danger supers can pose, but they don't focus enough on how much supers could help in this world."


Huffing when Page mentioned pictures not making a difference, Piper responded sharply.


"Yeah, well, 'a photograph is worth a thousand words', ma'am. Just because I'm not making a big speech in public and rallying followers, doesn't mean I still can't make a difference."


Sighing, Piper simply nodded at Page when asked about heading out front. It was probably the best place to start for now. 


Raising an eyebrow at all of the paperwork handed to her, not to mention the titles for them, Piper simply nodded and pulled out a pen from her camera bag. Normally, Piper would laugh at such forms, but it wasn't like she was at the most normal of schools right now. Once she was done, Piper handed back the completed forms to Page before putting away her pen and shifting her attention to her camera.


While Piper wasn't too keen on talking to anyone and much preferred to be behind the camera, she also didn't have anyone close enough to her that she was willing to bring along for interviews like this. As it were, she did need some comments and not just photographs if she were to try and make a point here.


Heading out past Page and down the front steps, Piper then pulled the tripod sling off her back and within a minute or two, she had her tripod set up with her camera on it. Another perk to a super fancy camera was that hers could double as a video camera. It wasn't as nice as camera completely dedicated to videography, but it was good enough.


Once she was satisfied with her camera set up and was ready to start it, Piper went ahead and produced a pen and small notepad, keen on taking notes of specific comments or even reactions she'd like to focus on for when she eventually posted everything to her social media pages.

 

[Zahzi]

Location: One goddamned ruined casino.
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Nearby: Face McShooty [Eve] ( @DeKay )
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Emergency Crews
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Soon-to-be-skinned Jackass [Doctor D.] ( @Gus )
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Disposition: I need a vacation...
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Red watched the drone begin its final attack. As it continued its chargeup, he gave a skeptical look as he had an idea as to what the thing in front of him was about to do. Red wasn't exaxtly a fast individual, but it wouldn't be hard to dodge from this range. Everything BEHIND him would get the short end of the stick, but at least there wasn't anyone... 
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He looked behind himself at a KO'ed Eve and incoming emergency crews. Well, there went that idea...
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He stared down the self-destructing robot, slowly preparing for the inevitable, stomping down into and through the pavement below him.
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...
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Why the fuck was it always up to him to deal with this shit? Why can't there be just ONE DAY where the biggest issue is his niece's obstinate bickering..? It was annoying, but entertaining. THIS on the other hand..
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He saw the drone vaporizing from its own energy and braced for the impact, staying directly in front of everyone else to shield them from the blast. He couldn't see the incoming attack, but he could see the damage that was being left in its wake.
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"Why can't you people ever save your OWN DAMN SELVES!?"
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Anyone at a safe distance would see Red extend his arms outward to catch the full extend of this seemingly invisible attack that slammed into the man with enough force to carry him across the ground leaving a trail across the pavement where he had dug himself into spanning about fifteen feet; seven feet separating him from Eve and the civilians around them, before the force of the attack lost its momentum and burned itself out.
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Smoke began to rise from Red as his jacket had burst into flames, hiding the actual damage done; the primary thing keeping Red from succumbing to the attack was the layer of metal that was kept internally. That was now present for everyone to see- Now molten-red.
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A sudden gasp for air before the immolated man stumbled forward, his movements showing a good representation of the pain of having the opportunity to be about eight steps above simply being on fire.
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Slowly one of his hands rose, pointing at the object he slowly moved towards- A fire hydrant. The sound of the metal being bent was apparent before the hydrant gave way, the water dousing Red and causing a loud hiss to block out every other sound. Once it died down, the same metal sound as before echoed through the streets as the hydrant was pieced back together.
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"...Yeah...Best call I made today was not bringing the students..." he groaned, looking over at the sonic capsules from before. Was he REALLY the only person here to do anything anymore? 
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He'd increase Aaron's training for this. Within moments, the totaled cars from before were sent directly at the capsules to bring them and the rest of this shit-tacular casino of pain and annoyance to a close.
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"When I find the jackass that orchestrated this, I'm peeling his skin off. Slowly."
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[The J]

Erik and Hadrian


Outside the hospital


Valhalla awaits...


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]"Aha, ahhahahakhakhoff..."[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Erik coughed up a small spray of blood. He reached for Hadrian, limply running his bloody fingers along the sidewalk. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]"Had-Hadrian. Hadrian. Come-"[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he gasped [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]"- come here, warrior. Th-there is nothing to fear, n-nothing... to be s-sorry for. Come, come..."[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He had another coughing fit. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hadrian turned again at the sudden sound from the man, his coughed-up blood spraying close to his feet. Had… had the man forgiven him? He was a murderous bastard, yet Hadrian found himself standing and shuffling closer.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What...”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He began, unsure, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What is it? What do you want?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Erik smiled. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Wound-Wearer. I’d hhhave called you that.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he pointed at his axe, still stuck in Hadrian’s arm. “Ta[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]ke m-my axe. I want it to go… go to someone who… deserves…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He took big sucking breaths. Quickly, in between two, he said [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Wound-Wearer, kill me. Pleeeaassse…”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I… fine. Fucking hell this is insane.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hadrian wasn’t even sure what to think, but finishing Erik off and putting him out of his misery might have been the best he could make of the situation. As he ripped it from his arm, globs of solid congealed blood were dislodged, but the wound quickly covered itself with more before blood could flow.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Heheheh…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Erik chuckled [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I en-... vy, you, Wound-Wearer… You… are just, at… the beginning… of the adventure...” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he grabbed Hadrian by the ankle, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Hadrian felt filled with an extrinsic strength, and his many lacerations began to visibly turn into normal-looking skin.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hadrian felt the energy run through him, not stepping away as it flowed from his ankle to fill his body with an alien warmth. His strength felt greater, and his injuries were completely gone. What had the man done? Augmented his power? He did not know, but he'd given the man his word. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He steeled his nerves, trying not to think too much about what he was doing as he hefted the axe. With an almighty swing, the razor-sharp axe sliced cleanly into and through the Viking's neck. The head was severed, and a pool of blood blossomed quickly beneath the neck.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Somehow, Hadrian felt a mote better after having finished the man off. Was it that he’d actually asked him to do the deed, or just that he had fully intended to do it? He wasn’t sure, but his time spent staring was over. This axe was his now, and the supervillain was dead.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]"Hey, Spitfire? Did you say that there were others?"[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He asked, his body abuzz with the extra power, feeling like he could take on an army.[/SIZE]

 

[Giyari]

Viola Porter
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 Mood: Tense


 Location: Mercy Medical Center


 Company: Tabitha, Hadrian, Erik (deceased)


 @'s: @Teh Frixz @The J @Bag o Fruit


 Other: 







"Well damn, that took some balls." Viola exclaimed as Hadrian composed himself from delivering the final blow. He seemed... less worn out too, noticeably not injured too. Was this Hadrian's power? Regeneration wasn't uncommon, to this level and speed though was pretty useful though. Watching the pool of blood spread out across the ground towards her feet, Viola took a few steps back to avoid it getting on her shoes. It was one thing ending a maniacs life, but it was another thing entirely getting said maniac on you.


"You alright?" She thought on the scene for a few moments, thinking on the point that this might be the first death she'd witnessed happen. The same could probably be said for everyone present... Tabitha might not take this so well... 


"Tabitha, you're safe don't worry. We won't arrest you for trying to do good. As for that man, this was the best outcome, in fact it might even have been his desired outcome now that I consider his Ancient Norse beliefs. this may have been an attempt at suicide by authority." she explained in a more calming tone while walking towards the younger super. Tabitha was innocent, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, she didn't need this shit.


"I'm... sorry." Viola muttered quietly, pausing at Tabitha's feet. Viola's brow furrowed as she looked at the younger girl. Innocence and good were both worth fighting for. Perhaps Viola wasn't either of those things but she could fight protect them, she could use her powers to wipe scum from the face of the planet, she could keep others from getting their hands dirty. Glancing back at Hadrian, Viola took in a deep breath and regained her composed calculating form.


"Yes, most likely. This man was from the prison, there's been a breakout... a pretty major one by what I seen from the roof. That's what alerted me." she started, pointing towards the billowing smoke further across the city. "I... don't believe it was an accident either. Not at this scale. Plus I can't be sure of it, but there was a strange energy, light maybe, in the air as it all happened. Whether it was the sudden surge of supers suddenly releasing their powers, or something else I couldn't make out. But yes, my calculations tell me that we are merely out of the frying pan so to speak. This may only just be the beginning." Viola continued as she removed her glasses and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. 


Whatever was going on was big, bigger than the mall, bigger than the zoo. There was a tingle under Viola's skin that screamed danger, screamed to get out of the city and to never turn back. She couldn't abandon her mom though, and running wouldn't be half as much fun...

 

[Zahzi]

Jordan Short-Tempered Brahn


Location: Brahn's Best Bakery.


Nearby: 


Morgan ( @welian )


Jennifer ( @Musician )


Jessica ( @Captain Hesperus )


Mary ( @ViAdvena )


Anthony ( @KingHink )


Sam ( @Lioness075 )


Disposition: Morgan you lazy fuck.


Jordan looked over at the order being made by Jessica and Sam respectively, before staring at his older brother who seemed to be lost in his own little world at the moment. And he seriously wonders why he was their mother's favorite.


The mechanical limbs reemerged from his backpack to not only fill the current order in front of him, but to deal with the crowd building up behind them as well.


"Hey Morgan maybe you want to get out of la-la land with the last three MLP fanfics you were working on in front of the damn register and just hop into my backpack. At leas then I'd be carrying your useless ass properly." he said loud enough for everyone in the store to hear clearly.


"Okay, so since Morgan is being as useful as 'thoughts and prayers', he's volunteered to pay for a sample platter for the 'new-to-chocolate' patron." he remarked, the limbs reaching over the counter and placing a large tray of various chocolate pastries and hot cocoa in front of Sam and Jessica.


"Isn't that right, Morgan? Keep spacing out if you agree."


If his mother asked, it was Morgan's fault anyway.


"Alright, who's next?"

 

[Giyari]

Jason Swan -Director
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 Mood: Pissed


 Location: Swan residence.


 Company: Maiya


 @'s: -


 Other: He's still here! Jason still exists!







Saturday's were the best days, they were Jason's favourite. Saturdays could be spent relaxing, unwinding, and cooling off after a long week, and they could also be spent blowing off steam at the gun range, going on day trips, or spending time with the family for lunch or dinner. Saturdays were the best.


Jason had decided to spend this particular Saturday unwinding, he hadn't gotten out of bed till half eleven, sleeping right through the morning and almost into the afternoon. Being worn to the bone by work did that to you, but it also let you be dead to the world for ten hours straight. It had been so long since he had slept so well. He'd finally gotten up, washed, dressed, and was just now sitting down in his kitchen with a freshly brewed coffee and an oven warmed croissant, watching a number of little garden birds fuss over a handful of seeds left out on the bird table. It had been a good morning.


"Uhhh... Jase... Help." a voice called out as Maiya shuffled pathetically into the living room behind him and collapsed on the sofa. She had been up late drinking and watching crappy films last night, again. This was her own doing, Jason had no sympathy.


"Coffee's fresh, if you can get that far. I saved you a croissant. Paracetamol is in the cupboard." he responded casually, watching a Cardinal throw a peanut shell around as it tried to get the nut out from inside. This wasn't unusual, actually it was almost routine. Maiya lived her live like a firework, going all or nothing in everything she did. Even if she was 50, that didn't stop her.


"Pleeeeease...." she groaned through the pillows she'd buried her face in. "Ohhh my head. Why does gin do this to me."


"Gin? you don't even like gin." Jason responded levering himself off his comfortable stool before pouring a sugary coffee and bringing it through for the dying woman taking up all the space in his house. "You're making the place look untidy..."


"It was cheap, and it had all these stars on it like, it had won awards, yi'know? Then I was drinking it, and it wasn't great... but I wasn't spending more money on anything else so I just said sod it and finished the bottle and now I- Oww! Thanks, asshole." Maiya groaned as she up-righted herself only to be hit on the forehead by a small box of painkillers. "Now I think my brains going to fall out." she finished, glaring at her stupid wrinkly brother.


Popping a few paracetamols, Maiya chased them down with a mouthful of coffee and reached for the TV remote.

"-the city. Authorities have warned the public to remain indoors, and to await further instructions. Those who find themselves outside should make their way towards the nearest shelter, and hold up until further notice is given."
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"What.... is going on." Jason muttered, staring intently at the pictures of smoke rising from the city, and... Tabitha? towering over the buildings below. "Baltimore City Detention Center major breakout, Supers unit breached, multiple escapees." Jason read the text scrolling across the screen allowed, his voice mirroring the confusion and slight panic that had risen inside him. This couldn't be real.


"What the fuck?" both of them almost spoke in tandem as Jason left the room and ran up the stairs to grab his phone.


Sitting on his desk in his home office, the a white light blipped gently on the corner of the black rectangular device. Jason hurriedly picked it up.

Aaron- 11:15 "Horse who casino under attic. Eve on screen. Help!"
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Ignoring the notoriously bad typing, Jason deciphered the info the best he could. Horse Shoe Casino was on the other side of town from himself, and given the time the message was sent... He was already too late. The time of day and what was going on across the city didn't help, travelling wouldn't be easy... There was no way he could get there in time.


Slowly Jason placed his phone into his pocket and made his way downstairs once more. The television was playing out scenes of chaos all over the city, the giant figure of Tabitha was no longer to be seen, but the sight of what appeared to be various Supers locked in combat against figures dressed in red and orange scrubs. Blue cards taking on prisoners most likely. 


"Jase, what do we do... We can help! It's been a while but I can totally still fuck a bitch up if I need to!" Maiya exclaimed pointing at the TV, before clutching her horrendously hungover head.


"No way you'd even be useful, even if we could get there in time... we're half an hour out." Jason responded. His voice was filled with emotions, a mixture of anger, worry, helplessness, and frustration. How could he be absent at a time like this, how could he find himself cut off.


"Shit... Get your jacket, go to Hazels. Wait there for me..."

 
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[Captain Hesperus]

Name: Jessica Turnbull
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Codename: Vape
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Location: Brahn's Best Bakery
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Time: Early-mid morning
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@s: Morgan ( @welian), Jennifer ( @Musician ) Jordan ( @Zahzi ) Mary ( @ViAdvena ) Anthony ( @KingHink ) Sam ( @Lioness075 )
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Jessica grinned widely and scooped a couple of the chocolate-laden pastries off the proffered tray and into a bag. This was followed by another bag containing a few bread rolls. Armed with these, plus the coffee and hot chocolate, she turned her grin to Jordan and winked at him.


"Thank your brother for his generosity, Jordan, and I hope I'll see you at Facility 108 at some point."


She turned and waved the bag of goodies in Sam's face.


"Onwards, my azure associate! To drink chocolate and eat pastries!", she declared, weaving her way through the crowd of customers gathered in the bakery like a wisp of smoke.


A lot like a wisp of smoke, actually.

 

[Lioness075]

Samantha 'Sam' Casan
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Location: Brahn's Best Bakery
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Tagged: @Captain Hesperus (Jessica)
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Mood: Curiosity killed the Sam!
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Eyes wide at the many pastries packed up and presented to both her and Jessica, Sam entirely missed picking up her own bag. With the bag waved in her face, Sam's tail began flickering about behind her while a faint grin also gave away her excitement. So much food! So many carbs!


Before Sam could snatch her bag away from Jessica, though, she announced they move on and soon was leading the way through the crowded area, leaving Sam to follow along. 


Bounding for a bit before regaining her place near Jessica, Sam exclaimed, "I've never had so much food at once! I don't even know where to start. Should I drink the hot chocolate first or eat the chocolate pastry?"


Peering at the two on their tray, Sam felt her stomach growling in protest at having to wait so long. Licking her lips, Sam suddenly felt an urge to all but pounce on the tray and just gulp up everything at once. Logically, this was not a good idea, though.


Finding a two-person seat for herself and Jessica, Sam sat down and mindfully tucked her tail around the chair and then draped it over her lap so as to avoid tripping any unsuspecting customers.

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Name: Jessica Turnbull
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Codename: Vape
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Location: Brahn's Best Bakery
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Time: Early-mid morning
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@s: Morgan ( @welian), Jennifer ( @Musician ) Jordan ( @Zahzi ) Mary ( @ViAdvena ) Anthony ( @KingHink ) Sam ( @Lioness075 )
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With a carefree laugh, Jessica pushed the bag of pastries toward Sam.


"Be a devil, choose for yourself.", she said in a low, daring voice.


It was enlightening to be spending time with another Super, especially one who looked radically different to the others she'd worked with in New York. Sam seemed visibly more at ease the longer Jessica interacted with her and she drew great joy from that knowledge. She especially enjoyed the child-like glee and excitement the young Super was showing at the choices laid before her.


Leaving Sam to make her decision, Jessica peeled the plastic top off her coffee and savored the rich aroma that rose from within. She had to restrain herself from mingling with the scented steam, so divine was the smell. Instead, she speculatively took a sip and winced as an small amount of the scalding hot water filled her mouth.


"Oh, hot, hot, hot!", she gasped, opening her mouth to gulp in mouthfuls of air, "But it's a good hot, though."


She picked out her cinnamon Danish and pulled some of the flaky pastry apart. The heady scent of the spice mingled with the coffee and Jessica popped the morsel into her mouth, rolling her eyes in enjoyment of the food.


"So,", she said between chews, "are you native to Baltimore?"

 

[Lioness075]

Samantha 'Sam' Casan
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Location: Brahn's Best Bakery
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Tagged: @Captain Hesperus (Jessica)
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Mood: Never-ending excitement
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While she now had her bag of pastries in hand, Sam decisively put it down beside her seat instead. As it were, she still had the chocolate pastry and hot chocolate to enjoy here. 


Despite her usual temperament being that of annoyance with everyone around her and an overall 'tough kid' attitude, Sam felt unusually relaxed around Jessica. Something about the woman put her at ease, likely the fact that she didn't seem to care at all about Sam's appearance. Normally, Sam would get a flippant reaction and she'd react snidely as a result. This hadn't been the case with Jessica, though.


Deciding to enjoy her pastry before her stomach murdered her, Sam promptly picked it up and took a sizable bite out of it before placing it back on her plate. Chewing thoughtfully and even closing her eyes briefly, Sam then opened them widely and swallowed with a grin.


"So delicious and sweet!"


Quickly taking another bite, Sam only paused to warily watch Jessica react to her hot drink. Well, it was probably a good thing Sam had decided to enjoy her pastry first.


Now mindful of how hot her drink might be, Sam carefully pried the plastic top off of it and let it cool off. For now, she could focus on the delicious pastry.


Before Jessica could even ask her first question, Sam had already finished her pastry. Her expression was one of disappointment when she realized there was nothing left to eat. Still, she wanted to preserve her other pastries for the week so that meant it was time to try her hot chocolate.


Hearing Jessica's question, Sam blinked before responding, "Native? That's an odd way of phrasing it."


Shrugging, she then added, "But yeah, I suppose I'd be considered a 'native' here. I've lived here my whole life."


Returning her attention to her drink, and not wanting to spill it, Sam put the plastic lid back on before taking a tentative sip. Putting the drink back down, Sam let out a soft sigh as the drink was a nice warm temperature by now and the chocolate liquid was all but soothing on her tongue. Amazing.

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Name: Jessica Turnbull
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Codename: Vape
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Location: Brahn's Best Bakery
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Time: Early-mid morning
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@s: Morgan ( @welian), Jennifer ( @Musician ) Jordan ( @Zahzi ) Mary ( @ViAdvena ) Anthony ( @KingHink ) Sam ( @Lioness075 )
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"If you like hot chocolate and chocolate in your pastries, wait til summer. Then I'll introduce you to chocolate ice cream.", Jessica replied.


She could appreciate Sam's enjoyment of chocolate. Women had a greater enjoyment of chocolate, it was more than just a foodstuff. Chocolate was multi-sensory. Obviously, there was the scent and the taste, but they weren't the only senses affected. There was a notable cooling sensation in the mouth as a piece of chocolate melted from the internal warmth and there was the texture of the smooth solid becoming a viscous liquid. Thinking on it sent a shiver of vicarious pleasure through her as she watched Sam enjoying her first experience of it.


But even as she watched, Jessica could not help but wonder what this young woman had been through to not have experienced something so mundane as chocolate. Sure, her appearance was far more outlandish than most peoples', but unless she'd been living in the sewers like the group in The Big Apple had...


"I was born here too. Same neighborhood as this bakery, to be honest. Powers came on me in my teens and I attended 108. I graduated and got my card, then joined up with a team in New York. It was... family problems... that brought me back.", Jessica replied, glancing at the paper bag filled with fresh bread rolls, "I heard about the terrorist attacks at the Mall and Commonwealth and that thing at the Maryland Zoo. What the hell is going on in the old town? I hope you or anyone you care about didn't get caught up in any of it."


She knew her dad had been at Commonwealth when the headquarters had been hit, but he'd been managing more preliminary interviews and testing in the secure facility deep beneath the main building. The first he'd probably known about it was when his phone trilled out the alert about the incident. Not that he'd have done much about it. Dad seemed more concerned about himself than others, that was something true to form.

 

[Lioness075]

Samantha 'Sam' Casan
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Location: Brahn's Best Bakery
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Tagged: @Captain Hesperus (Jessica)
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Mood: Uncertainty
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At the mention of ice cream, Sam went rigid, her mind briefly flashing back to her childhood with the music of an ice cream truck ringing in her ears. She'd been eight years old at the time, peering curiously from underneath the windowsill on the first floor of her old home. Outside, children swarmed the ice cream truck and their laughter danced in Sam's ears. Parents weaved in to pay for ice cream of varying types while Sam saw her mother among them. Instantly, and forgetting her place, Sam leapt up from her hiding place and bounded to the front door, swinging it open. She was unable to hide her glee, as she mistakenly thought her mother was getting ice cream for her.


"Mother, Mother! Which one are you getting for me?"


Her grin was unwavering at first, her tail dancing about behind her, but the moment she called attention to herself, the screaming began. Heart pounding and frozen in shock, Sam watched as children sighted her and then panicked. Chaos quickly unfolded and everyone began dispersing while her mother rushed back to the house and quickly shoved Sam back into it. Falling backwards and onto her rump, Sam then stared up with an expression of confusion and panic, as she hadn't the faintest idea why everyone had fled.


Anger filled her mother's face as she began shouting at Sam, "What is your problem, demon? Everyone was enjoying themselves and having a grand time and you just had to ruin it all for us! I told you to stay inside and to never leave! How could you forget?"


Tears welling up in her eyes and streaking down her face, Sam let out a gasp and cry before she turned away from her mother. Bounding on all fours, Sam rushed upstairs and into her room, slamming the door shut behind her.


As the door slammed shut in her memory, Sam blinked and returned to the present, missing half of what Jessica had just said. "It was...family problems...that brought me back." Blinking again to make sure no tears were escaping down her face, Sam mutely nodded before wondering if she'd missed anything important.


At the mention of the hate crimes and chaos that had unfolded recently, Sam merely shrugged before sipping at her hot chocolate again.


"I wasn't caught up in any of it, luckily."


Hoping Jessica didn't ask about anyone she cared about being safe, as she had no one to put in such a category, Sam continued sipping at her hot chocolate.


Mindful to keep the conversation moving, Sam added, "I'm not entirely certain why everything is suddenly becoming chaotic around here. I think most people would say it's terrorist attacks or perhaps supers causing the problems as usual."

 

[Teh Frixz]

Tabitha Crane
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---Outside the hospital---
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@Giyari @The J
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"No..I don't think I'm alright." Tabitha turns away from the brutal 'mercy killing' but can still hear the wet sucking crunch sound of the axe impacting flesh. Viola can see Tabby go pale and sway on her feet a bit before stabilizing herself by leaning on a nearby parked car. She takes deep slow breaths, gradually looking up at Viola to nod in understanding at her words. Tabitha finally standing up, eyes painfully averted from the scene of blood, just in time to catch Viola continuing on. [COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)]"[/COLOR]I... don't believe it was an accident either. Not at this scale. Plus I can't be sure of it, but there was a strange energy, light maybe, in the air as it all happened. Whether it was the sudden surge of supers suddenly releasing their powers, or something else I couldn't make out. But yes, my calculations tell me that we are merely out of the frying pan so to speak. This may only just be the beginning.[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)]" [/COLOR]


[COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)]"The beginning of what?" She speaks while exhaling, her words breathy. "I saw that jail thing on the news, they were putting up images of me, grown, up on the walls. Like they were trying to blame me. What if that guy you killed was just dealing with some mental issues. Supers just look worse and worse now... I need to get home" She drags a hand over her face to wipe off the feeling of rising anxiety and panic. So far today she'd been beaten up, watched a murder, had her nudes projected on a building for the entire city to see again and now was coming to the realization that today was feeling a lot like the day she'd gone to the zoo. It was time to get back home, that was it for the day. She'd curl up in her bed and hide for a few hours. That'd be nice. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(152, 157, 160)]"Can any of you blue cards take me home? I don't have money for a bus ride.." [/COLOR]

 

[The J]

Hadrian Alburn


Outside the Hospital


 Hadrian's eyes widened as Viola spelt out just how the prisoners had been released - and all of them supers? Not to mention, it must have been a powerful person or group to break into a place like that.


Tabitha's words surprised him. This guy was planning to kill people, and already had done, now she was talking about sympathy for him? SO what if he was mentally ill, they'd had to stop him... even if they had gone too far. And now she wanted to leave when the city would need their kind most?


"You're going home ?" He asked her, a mild tone of incredulity present in his voice. "There are going to be more people like this guy, trying to hurt people - criminals with super powers. If we don't fight to stop them supers will look even worse, and more people will die. How can you even think of stopping now after you didn't even fight?" 

 

[Teh Frixz]

Tabitha Crane 


@The J @Giyari


Tabitha shakes her head, closing her eyes as the 'hero' spoke. He spoke like a soldier or a gung ho cop or something. While he was covered in the blood of an old confused man, he spoke of 'not yet having fought yet'. Christ what did he think she was? Captain Comet of the golden age, dropping criminals into jail without a trial? 


Panicked nerves evident in her tone, she speaks quite loudly. "You realize I'm 17 and should be at school right now right?! And now I'm dealing with my face hurting horribly, watching some old guy beg for death and die and now you are just calling me weak? I didn't want to do anything like this I wanted a bagel before class... I just.. I just wanted a ride home at least. And now?" She looks again at the body, the old man just laying there abnormally so. It finally hit her, the impact of the dead body. She falls to her knees then down to sit on the pavement, weeping softly but openly. 

 

[D. Rex]

Brahn's Best Bakery


Dr. Moufinz


Morgan ( @welian), Jennifer ( @Musician ) Jordan ( @Zahzi ) Mary ( @ViAdvena ) Anthony ( @KingHink ) Sam ( @Lioness075 ) Jessica ( @Captain Hesperus )


What a silly bakery this was. And here he had thought this would be a relatively calm matter. It was quite lively it seemed, in no small part by its patrons. Which, from the sound of conversations, some of them came straight out of the infamous Facility 108. Playang the role of a cat, he did well in showing no fucks about what was going on. Which he didn't, for the most part. He was only here for baked goods, not to engage in social activities. Though while waiting John did recieve a text from Dr. D., which the feline felon did get a glimpse at. How amusing. Maybe he should have warned him about the Knights plot. He mused over the thought with a quiet purr. Dr. D. would have been too cocky to care, anyway. He could hear it now. Such pathetic excuse for a terrorist group could hardly compete with his genius. Far be it from Moufinz to insult his "dear friend's" intelligence by informing him of something he should have figured out on his own.


The white cat looked almost comfortably asleep until the suited man's phone started beeping. He shifted the cat and reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone to turn off the alarm. "My goodness time flies." John said with a disapproving tone. 


Moufinz opened his eyes and looked at the time. Indeed it did. To think his fun would be spoiled by two of the slowest cashiers in the city. Oh well. A shame, really. Everyone was really looking forward to this project. There was even going to be cake. John was especially looking forward to showing off the catering. It can't be helped. Here would have to do. Moufinz looked up and gave John a subtle nod.


John put his phone back in his pocket and from his jacket pulled out a Bluetooth he put in his ear. Time for Plan B then. He made a mental note to remind himself to still get what he ordered. At least for Jack and Danielle's sake.


The fluffy white cat turned his head to the conversation at hand. Between a young woman ( @Captain Hesperus) and the odd blue female furry humanoid. ( @Lioness075)


This conversation was as good an entry as any. At the very least he could toy with them a bit until the cops came. Would they recognize him? Surely. Not only was Dr. Moufinz in several news reports as an escapee, but talking cat super villains were not exactly a common thing for one to be mistake as anything but. "What is wrong is the lack of reputable super villains and terrible drought of competant commonwealth agents and vigilantes. Not to mention the complete degradation of our school system." The cat said in high pitched voiced.


"Back in my day, it was the villains that caused more damage than the heroes. The people can blame it on whatever they choose," He said looking at the anthropomorphic super. ", in the end it always boils down to human nature. Regardless of what they think of us." 


He looked up at John,"You may put me down now." He said to his right hand man, who nodded and obliged. 


Once on the floor, Moufinz continued. "It is nothing new. Be they super or mundane the dregs of each will always eventually rise to the surface and make a scene." 


Moufinz couldn't help but chuckle,"There is a power vacuum, dear. After one rises to power, a wise villain squashes competition. Otherwise you have an anarchist and cutthroat mess that is easily dispatched. When the super villain has reached his or her power, numerous heroes step up to bring him down, further reducing and discouraging Petty crime and minor villains. Yet when the hero succeeds, and the villain is brought down, there is almost always a lovely period of peace while the heroes finish cleaning up the streets. But it comes at a cost. Ambitious  new crooks set their sites on what the prior villain once had. The dumb ones get cleaned up by the heroes, but the smart ones bide their time. Because eventually, in times of peace, heroes aren't needed. Maybe a minor one or a watch dog will stay, but they are never anything special. Most go their own ways, look for another city to help, or retire. The ambitious crooked prospects will make their move, and take advantage of the lack of vigilantes. Many vile forces will fight to take the throne until one comes out on top and becomes the next super villain. Spurring the city to need a hero to help them. It is a cycle. And you are getting to witness the turning of one of it's phases."


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(For meta purposes)


Elsewhere, unbeknownst to the inhabitants of the Bakery, Moufinz little team had been in position since his arrival. Goodness no Moufinz didn't enter the bakery unprotected. He was well covered. Danielle was a good distance away on a rooftop, out of their site. But they weren't out of hers. She could see them very clearly.. The safety of her uberfancy rifle flicked to the off position and her finger on the trigger. Jimmy awaited in the back of the armoured SUV with a fun surprise hidden behind its darkly tinted windows. And James was running supporting cover, keeping an eye out for suspicious individuals, as well he set a timer for when to call the cops. And John. Well we already knew where John was. All of them watching, alert, and ready to take action in an instant. They could all hear their bosses voice through a mic on his collar. 

 

[lazee]

Minah vos Scheiffer Saotome



To Baltimore Park@Gus @RemainingQuestions @Lioness075 @Bag o Fruit @St Stare @KingHink @Meredith



Wasn't it great that every time she asked God for a day of some peace and quiet, she was instead delivered the opposite?


Minah's weekend had been satisfyingly tranquil up until she received that fateful text from Ophelia. Her brother Arya found it best to teach her how to play 'video games', the first world's most favorite pastime. The nuance of fiddling with a device to move a character on a screen was lost to her at first, but given a bit of time to get trapped in the Skinner box used to the controls and suddenly, she was lost in it and so she was left to play alone because of course big brothers had better things to do. 'The Legend of Zelda', it was titled. The art style was grandeur and beautiful, if a bit too bright and childish. Made her feel like swallowing a spoonful of sugar. And why the Zelda character never spoke aside from grunts and shouts was beyond her.


The vibrating of her cellphone in her pocket shook Minah from her gaming haze. It was a string of texts from her most recent friend, Ophelia. Didn't recall ever given the girl her number, though. Regardless, she was quickly informed that, for reasons unknown, Bapak was in the park! This was big news, he was a high-security prisoner! Why wasn't this on the news, trending on social media? And even if he was a fugitive, Minah wanted to see her. That meant she needed to get to the park right away! Walking there would be a pain, though, and the train system wouldn't get her there soon enough. Which meant...


"Abang Aryaaaaa!" the raven-haired girl all but shouted to call for her brother. He thankfully wasn't deaf and rushed to the living room where she was. If the situation wasn't so serious, she'd be laughing at him who was only clad in boxers. "Ya Allah, kenapa lu, Min? Penting banget ya, ampe diteriakin!"1 Abang Arya sounded upset, but it didn't seem like a serious upset.



[SIZE= 14px]"Abang, Bapak ada di taman! Keluar dia dari penjara! Kita ke situ, yuk!"2 Minah said back to him with a grin. She was honestly excited to see her father again, it has been too freaking long! While Abang Arya did not seem to share her enthusiasm, he couldn't rightly ignore this call. Despite the incident, he still loved his dad and missed him dearly. "Ah, let's go, then! Aku tak pake baju dulu, ya, tunggu di lobi!"3 Heeding his words, Minah stormed out and headed down the lobby while Arya went to put on some clothes. She didn't need to dress any better; a simple shirt and boy shorts were adequate, unlike just boxers.[/SIZE]





 After the two had driven to the park, Minah and Arya looked on at the absolute clusterfuck that was going on. Tiny squirrels on the loose, wreaking havoc like the pests he always knew they were, supers left right and center ready for action, Minah's lady-friend Ophelia among them. Damn, now they knew why Bapak was so scared of her. And speaking of which, there he was! Pinned underneath...another...man. Well, then. Even in the heat of the moment, the boy found time to laugh at the silliness of it all.


"I know this is, like, serious, but man, this is the most exciting thing I've ever seen!" Arya exclaimed. "I'll let you handle it, Dik. You're the super here, after all. I'm going to record this, this is unforgettable!" Sure enough, he pulled out his phone and began recording, holding the phone horizontally, obviously. Which meant now was Minah's time to be tested. With every crazy thing going on, perhaps the Bird Witch of Aceh and her fearsome avian army could turn the tide in the battle against the squirrel horde. Taking a deep breath and focusing her thoughts outward, she let loose a passionate, squawk-like scream. For she could just as easily summon birds with but a thought, but a shout of urgency would summon them much swifter.


Sure enough, as per their Queen's summons, every bird in a three block radius swarmed to the park, heralded by an apocryphal chorus of cawing and squawking. The Brown Horde of chipmunks was met head on by Minah's Black Swarm of birds. Crows, pigeons, ospreys, and the odd All-American bald eagle made up the brunt of her army, creating a giant flock, or rather fittingly for her, a murder.  And murder was precisely what transpired. Tooth and claw clashed with talon and beak in what amounted to a massive animal battleground. The battle was not won in a flash, but at the very least she could turn the tide to humanity's favor. With her army now in action, Minah raised her arms and prepared to finely control the birds, just like she practiced.


Priority number one, helping out Bapak. She puppeteered a few of her crows to bugger off the man pinning her father to the ground. Wait, wasn't that Mr. Mallory? No matter, he needed to get off of Bapak now. Next, she had more of her servants swarm around Ophelia, like they did when Minah and her first met in this very same park, but more as a protective aura rather than a defensive containment measure. Sure, it was likely that one of the things might get caught in her tentacles, but to protect Ophelia, martyrdom was a small price to pay. She'd do the same for Abang Arya, but he was a big boy and could handle himself well so did not devote the bird power into protecting him. For the most part, Minah let the birds loose with their aggression towards the chipmunks. To control them further would be too much of a strain to her powers.



But even with what little she had contributed, she knew that Bapak would be so proud of her right now. And that was all the motivation she needed. 




Translator's Note:


1 = "By God, what happened to you, Min? So important that you had to shout it out?"


2 = "Big Bro, Dad is in the park, he escaped prison! Let's go see him!"


3 = "Ah, let's go then! Lemme put on some clothes, wait down in the lobby!


Abang = Big Brother


Bapak = Father


Dik/Adik = Little Sibling (Sister in this case

 

[Syrenrei]

Imogen "Gen" Jarsdel
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a/k/a Evermore
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Location: Training Facility 108, Main Building (Exterior) & Parking Lot
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Near: A motley crew of strangers @Kingmalikai @Gus @Necessity4Fun @Bag o Fruit @The Suspicious Eye
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Imogen didn't speak Japanese unlike apparently half of the facility. She watched in silence as the older woman addressed a young aquatic-looking girl who looked positively shamed by the exchange. Well, it wasn't much of an exchange given that what she presumed was a student said absolutely nothing in response. Imogen felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. What had been spoken to make her look so subdued? Had that been the intention of the elder woman? The teacher (or whatever she was) seemed to then assess Little Miss Windswept as 'do[ing] relatively nicely' and turned towards Mister Pretentious. Apparently she was getting a name for the British teenager as being Kendrick Haywood and he was not thrilled about the idea of someone asserting control over his endeavor or exposing personal information. The pair climbed into Kendrick's limousine leaving Aquagirl, Little Miss Windswept, and the All American Allstar outside. It was wrong and presumptive of her to even mentally give them such demeaning nicknames but without approaching and requesting introductions she had no other recourse.


Crossing her arms she evaluated the situation. Clearly this female that was perhaps a few years her junior was authoritative. There was no question in Imogen's mind that the AEGIS staff member would take control from Kendrick regardless of whether or not he wished it. The question now was whether or not they'd actually attempt to rescue Kendrick's parents. Given the time they were taking to discuss the matter it was dubious they'd depart the parking lot in enough time to make a difference. Villains in her experience were not an eternally patient group of men and women that would politely allow the would-be-heroes time to pursue them when convenient. With each passing moment this mission's chance to even begin and probable success rate diminished. If the teacher was a woman of reason she'd also come to this conclusion and would send these kids home. Except Kendrick. It was truly a shame his parents were kidnapped but she found it unlikely they were really prepared for what facing an antagonistic super was like.


She certainly hadn't been.


With a deep sigh she pulled a small piece of plastic out of her cavernous purse and clipped it over her ear. Imogen turned away and began to speak instructions into the device. "Start the car and heat to 75 degrees Farenheit." She stretched out her fingers, curled term, and then extended the digits once more. For some godforsaken reason the cold settled into her more quickly than most. Frostbite wasn't a real concern but her discomfort was. If she was about to jettison off to help a virtuous-yet-ungrateful comrade she might as well feel pleasant before diving into bullets. Or fire. It would be a goddamn bitch to have to regrow all her hair again. Electricity? Gave her muscle spasms for days but the lesser of the evils. What villains had escaped? As her car hummed to life and started to pump hot air through the vents, she shoved her hands in her pockets. "Search for the villains that escaped," she instructed the device connected to her phone. A frown started to tug at the edges of her lips. Maybe there were worse things in this city than the death trap that was Facility 108.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Kendrick Haywood
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Location: AEGIS Facility 108 - Drydock
People Around: Anneliese Van Can >> All of security, Hamasaki Manami; Jeremiah; Tomoko, the ten year old; Freaking.Bianca.Attilio; and there's probably more people.
Interactions: @Kingmalikai, @The Suspicious Eye
Today's toys: Ted, Mr. Holeshot, Sparkles, Pandora, Harry, Kefir, Shouty, Theo, Millie.

You can't expect me to believe that this jailbreak and you appearing out of nowhere are just coincidences...



About twelve minutes later, the back door of the Mercedes-Benz opened and the boy stepped out of the car. He didn't leave at once, but instead stayed a little longer and said something, seemingly to the air. Is it a message for the woman still inside the vehicle or perhaps, a note to himself? There's no way of knowing for sure.


Having shared whatever that had been, the teenager finally made his way back towards the group of students. Unlike the way he had left, the defeated and irritated improper stomping, Kendrick comes back with a confident, proud and elegant walk. If he hadn't done so already, now that aristocracy and leadership aura was truly showing.



The Young Haywood stops right in front of the 'team in progress' and while still in silence, makes a quick panorama check of his surroundings.


"Well", he stops building up the tension a little before grinning with satisfaction, "We've reached an agreement... She hasn't prohibited me from following with the operation, in fact, that lady is backing us up by making it an official training mission, which means Jeremiah...", Kendrick glances at the blonde boy, "...That despite me admiring your boldness and determination, no one is going to jail today. Sorry about that, you'll have to visit your friends on a different occasion.", he shrugged.


"On another note, we should be leaving soon, so prepare yourselves. I'm just waiting for Ms. Van Can to join us again for us to share important information with this team, together since that's how we crafted this plan. Oh, I forgot to mention, she's also coming along.", he paused to think if he had missed anything, "I think that's all for now, you may all return to doing whatever you were doing before..."


Once finished with the update, Kendrick stepped out of the announcement position and started focusing beyond where security and Jeremiah were located, what he would call the 'front row'. Not far behind, he caught sight on Manami and a little girl. That was probably the ten-year-old he had been told about, Tomoko... How come he hadn't noticed her presence before? The teenager stared at her with a troubled expression... Normally he wouldn't hesitate to send her back to her mom or something like that, but Anneliese had included the girl in their planning, probably because the woman knew something Kendrick did not. Also, Manami seemed to be chatting with her and interrupting would be rude. He did wonder why they were on the floor but decided to let them enjoy each others company, since he had more things to do.


Someone had fallen from the sky earlier, quite literally. He hadn't been able to react much given that he had been dealing with Ms. Van Can, who at the time was nothing more than a suspicious and weird stranger to him. The teenager had been so focused at his exchange at that time, that he couldn't even recall what this new person had said, all he could remember is that it had been a girl's voice. Anyway, time to properly welcome her, he guessed.
Shifting his attention back to the direction of the car, the Young Haywood approached it a couple to steps to catch sight of the newcomer...... Oh. That was... interesting. Kendrick moves quickly, insisting on standing right in front of the green haired girl, as he looked at her with suspicion and starting a confrontation:


"This is certainly unexpected. So, what is the daughter of Giovanni Attilio doing here in Baltimore, when there's a Jailbreak? Are you bored and came to see us struggle? Or claiming territory, perhaps? I believe you'd have to ask the Knights of Raguel about that, they arrived first."


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[Giyari]

Viola Porter
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 Mood: Tactical


 Location: Mercy Medical Center


 Company: Hadrian, Tabitha, Alison (mother)


 @'s: @The J @Teh Frixz


 Other: Feel free to ghost Alison if you need to. She's a quiet, kind, and worrying sort of person.







"Your image? A hologram... that would explain the abnormal energy I felt." Viola mused as she listened to Tabitha's "outsider" view. There was no doubt about it, this was an attempted framing. Another attempt to paint Supers in a bad light, that matched up entirely with the Knights M.O. It also meant Tabitha was potentially in danger, from everyone.Viola watched as Hadrian and Tabitha showed their stance on the matters at hand. There was no way that girl could handle being a prime suspect in a prison breakout. Although given the lack of footprints a hologram would make, it would be reasonable to assume that an investigation of any depth at all would clear her, there was still a risk though, more from the public than any authorities.


"Hadrian, some people aren't built to be fighters. Tabitha wouldn't be much use as she is just now anyway, we need people who can keep their shit together." Viola began, her tone was pretty harsh, almost cold... but it wasn't for no reason. Tabitha's powers were linked to her mental state, she had seen the girl grow and shrink based on her confidence, courage, and anger. Hopefully with words like these, Tabitha would find herself feeling "small" and in turn reflect that outwardly. 


From the hospital, a number of heads surfaced, security hearing the fighting stop, members of the public, doctors, and Viola's mother. Their voices all muddled together into one as the realisation that it was over set in.

"Oh thank god...get a sheet...thought we were goners...is he dead?...they saved us...where are the police?"
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Viola's mother, Alison, split from the crowd, making her way over towards her and Tabitha. There was visible concern on her face, not surprising since she'd probably just watched her daughter fry a man into submission...


"Are, are you alright? That man!" Alison shouted, watching a couple of nurses cover up the body with a sheet. She was visibly shaken, but not as much as some of the other bystanders, and still aware enough to pay attention.


"This girl needs a ride home, or maybe back to school. She's not dangerous, just scared and a bit vulnerable." Viola explained to her mother, nodding to the sobbing Tabitha kneeling on the ground next to her. Alison could take Tabitha where she needed to go, though 108 was probably the safest bet given the recent news footage. Quietly, Viola knelt down next to Tabitha as the sounds of police sirens grew louder in the distance. Brushing some of her red hair out of her face, she spoke quietly towards her upset former classmate.


"Like I said... Some people aren't built to be fighters. But Tabitha, you're built to be a hero. You're going to have to fight harder than both myself and Hadrian after this. But you're strong, you're kind, and I think you can do more good than both of us when you're ready. You might never be a fighter, but you can be a hero. Heroes save people, and with your powers you could save hundreds from danger. We'll need you once you're ready to face danger head on... Now don't go home, get the fuck to school." Viola had to think carefully about her words... Kindness wasn't her strong suit, logic and anger she could dish out all day, but showing a brighter side to a breaking soul, this took some real effort. Logically it was the right thing to do though, Tabitha's powers were astronomically useful for disaster relief, but her personality needed to toughen up. She needed to harden her emotions against the pain she'd no doubt witness.


Motioning to her mother, Viola left Tabitha in her care before getting back to the newly armed Hadrian. Their next move could change everything. They could stay put, defend the hospital, but the police could probably handle that in their stead. Some of their other options were to go to the Prison directly, roam the streets, or to return to 108 with Tabitha. the thought of going back to 108 didn't fill Viola with a great deal of joy though.


"What now?" she asked, turning from Hadrian to look over her surroundings. 

 

[The J]

Hadrian Alburn


Outside the Hospital

Hadrian was stunned for a moment, his reaction becoming twofold. He'd first been surprised by Tabitha's view that she shouldn't fight - it went against Hadrian's very view of supers. They were the ones who could do something, so they had to be the ones who would do that very something. But he didn't even know what to think when the girl broke down in tears. Was that because of him? He'd only been doing what he thought was right, he couldn't be blamed for that.


At Viola's words excusing Tabitha, he gritted his teeth. He might have said that it wasn't right, that it wasn't how it should be, but he couldn't deny that Tabitha would be useless to anyone in this state either way.


"...Fine." He grunted, with a slight tone of submissive resentment in his voice, wishing that it could be different but knowing that it couldn't. Besides, they had to move on - there were still prisoners on the loose.


"I guess we go find more convicts. If it was a full jail that escaped, there have to be dozens still running around doing hell knows what to the city." Hadrian responded to Viola's question.


"You mentioned earlier that you can sort of sense them using their powers. Can you track them down, make this all easier?"