I'll Fight Knowing Nobody Knows My Name!

"Hmmm" The Smoke Spectre says as he looks over the notebook. "This Mind-break... do  you know what his powers are... do they relate to some how changing reality" the vigilante says as he wonders about how you fight someone who can change the world. Lost in thought, The Smoke Spectre breaks out of as a a familiar voice plays in his ear. "Hang on a second" the vigilante says as he walks away to listen. "Everyone is fine we manged to get everyone out its gonna be okay I promise". @JPax @YoungX
 
SirGrey said:
"Hmmm" The Smoke Spectre says as he looks over the notebook. "This Mind-break... do  you know what his powers are... do they relate to some how changing reality" the vigilante says as he wonders about how you fight someone who can change the world. Lost in thought, The Smoke Spectre breaks out of as a a familiar voice plays in his ear. "Hang on a second" the vigilante says as he walks away to listen. "Everyone is fine we manged to get everyone out its gonna be okay I promise". @JPax @YoungX
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"No... I'm afraid not," Gilbert says quietly as he thinks about it. The power to change reality? It sounded extremely far-fetched even for his experiences with meta humans. Still it seems like the case right now. Just what on Earth was going on?
 
Albin DeGarrick


"So, James, was it?" Albin asked the police officer guarding the cell. It was official; he was in SCPD custody. Thankfully, he had more than enough information to make his next move, thanks to the call he made to Webster. And boy, was it funny to hear him panic when Albin told him he made the call on Captain Osara's phone. He's probably already melted his landline in the microwave at this point. He sat back down on the bench in the cell. It was quiet, but he wasn't alone; that guy wasn't kidding when he said he made 20 arrests a day, because the overflowing cell block made the amount of work the SCPD puts in on a daily basis abundantly clear. It was a shame he'd have to undo it all. "So, I'm getting shipped out to county, right? That's where you put most of your deplorables nowadays, isn't it?"


"Shut up," the guard said.


@Lancelot (Introduce Riagan? :)  )
 
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Haley


Haley felt two souls moving. One was a man...woman...thing...electrical pulses could tell a lot about someone. At this point, Haley had to do something, somewhere, or else the electricity could consume her. She aimed her hand towards the wall and fired.


The building began to crumble. Most people had time to escape, fortunately, but the few trapped within fell to the ground, some even injured and dying. "Good...good?" Haley tilted her head. A fire hydrant was about to snap, but Haley didn't seem to notice.


@madameft @GearedPepper
 
"Well for now we better rest on it,if you come across anything give me a call on this" The Smoke Spectre says as he hands Gilbert a small communicator. It looked like a small little grey box. "Press this button and your talking" the vigilante says as he starts to walk away. "This doesn't mean this is over" the vigilante says before he goes over his car. The night is still young after all. @YoungX (Open for Interaction)
 
SirGrey said:
"Well for now we better rest on it,if you come across anything give me a call on this" The Smoke Spectre says as he hands Gilbert a small communicator. It looked like a small little grey box. "Press this button and your talking" the vigilante says as he starts to walk away. "This doesn't mean this is over" the vigilante says before he goes over his car. The night is still young after all. @YoungX (Open for Interaction)
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Gilbert nods as he takes the small communicator and puts it away. 


"Alright, I'll call you if I find out anything." He would then also part ways as he secretly exists the school and goes back onto the streets. Smoke Spectre was right and Gilbert knew it was far from over. The only question was what comes next?
 
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Haley


Haley felt two souls moving. One was a man...woman...thing...electrical pulses could tell a lot about someone. At this point, Haley had to do something, somewhere, or else the electricity could consume her. She aimed her hand towards the wall and fired.


The building began to crumble. Most people had time to escape, fortunately, but the few trapped within fell to the ground, some even injured and dying. "Good...good?" Haley tilted her head. A fire hydrant was about to snap, but Haley didn't seem to notice.


@madameft @GearedPepper
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Fargo just kept on Running away. He never looked behind himself. He was no hero. And he was not going to start today. 
 

Riagan
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Riagan was leaning heavily against the wall as he sat on the bench of the obnoxiously over crowded cell.  His black embroiled hat was angled so that it covered the top half of his face, he felt almost naked without his armour and weapons which were now in police custody.  Ever since he got here he was thinking about the first thing he would do when he got out, most likely it was to kill the son of a ***** that put him here in the first place, Riagan had no patience for traitors especially ones he initially saw as trustworthy.  The heist was going smoothly until the cops arrived, they had almost gotten away with the money but alas Riagan preferred some jail time over being pumped full of bullets.  He always learned from his mistakes anyway, this was why he liked to work alone if your going to do things right do it yourself he always thought.  Although despite this he always found himself teamed with a rag tag group of mutts that couldn't steal a candy from a baby.


The cell wasn't particularly loud but it was enough to make Riagan on edge, he wasn't nervous or anything its just that crowds rub him the wrong way.  He listened to a kid speak to one of the officers guarding the cell.  It seems these cops didn't pay attention to who they were putting where, didn't seem right to put a boy in a place with the likes of himself.  Riagan couldn't help but smile slightly as the guard told the boy to shut up. "Pay no mind to him kid, the boys in blue have to keep up an image you know?  Can't do their job otherwise eh?" Riagan spoke directly to Albin but also gave a nod to the guard.  It wasn't that he respected the guard, in fact if he had his gun he likely would have shot him already.  He continued on speaking to Albin with a rare warmth to his voice, almost like he cared.  In truth he was just trying to make the boy feel a bit more confident, most people seemed scared of Riagan, he didn't know if it was the apperance or reputation but in the end it was likely both.  "So what are you in here for boy?  Steal some candy or somethin'?"


@Sizniche
 
Albin DeGarrick


"Shot a rioter in front of a local high school in the knee. What about you?" Albin asked the man. He stated his crime completely matter-of-factly; not in a way that denotes guilt, though not the proud tone serial killers seem to parrot. It seemed like a tone more suited for a discussion on the weather. The man intrigued Albin; he seemed like the type to know how to get things done.


@Lancelot
 

Riagan
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He nodded his head as if he approved of Albins response, not typically what he would respect from someone his age but some start earlier than others.  He didn't seem to have any remorse over the fact either, in fact he seemed to be pleased with his actions.  That he could respect, the boy seemed to speak about violence as if it came naturally to him.  "Some poor soul thought it be wise to set me up in order to save his own skin, truth is he only sealed his fate...  What goes around comes around y'know."  Although his words were of malicious intent Riagan didn't seem to be angry, he spoke rather calmly but if someone were to look in his eyes they would see anger swelling underneath, it was dreadfully obvious he planned on killing the man but he wasn't going to blurt that out in the middle of a police department even if he did plan on getting out of the place in one way or another.  "Just a word of advice kid, don't be afraid to lay down your guns when your backs against the wall, folks like us always get back at it eventually.  No shame in going away for a while and all, some find it rather peaceful...  Me though, I prefer to drop by for a quick hello and not much else." Riagan crept his hand inside his jacket to pull out a cigar which he began to twirl around in his fingers, like he was pondering what to do next.


@Sizniche
 

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"Mindbreak"
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The faint sound of a humming in a metal cell, at the far end of the place. Inside was a pair of two glowing red eyes, each darting back and forth in a blur towards the two prisoners before him. "Huh? Oh, don't mind me guys, I just turned myself in since I felt a little bad about what you did, Albin. You know, things were quite LIT at Maplewood High, won't you think?" The voice belonged to nobody else but Mindbreak. A sixteen year old who had more of a criminal record than those who spent their lives in prison. A hollow laugh left Mindbreak's metallic prison. The way his voice interacted with the metal was cold, and it almost screeched as it hit cell bars. Other prisoners winced hard at his voice and backed away in fear.


Now was Mindbreak's turn to have a little bit of fun. He touched the metal door of his cell and he himself felt thousands of volts slide through his body. The resonating hum of the door in the way Mindbreak touched it was enough to drive the other prisoners to rattle their own bars just to match the strength of Mindbreak's touch. "Though it's quite a bit of fun if you ask me. Now I'm just taking requests. Who wants to play table tennis?"


@Sizniche @Lancelot 
 
Albin DeGarrick


"I hear that," said Albin,"But I don't quite plan on staying here for long, either, which I why I have a plan." Albin wasn't sure how he was going to convince this man of his plan; after all, Albin had barely been in the terror business for six months, and he hardly looked the jailbreaking type. Not to mention, the absurdity of the plan would be enough to convince any man that Albin had lost it. He looked at the cigar. "You wouldn't have happened to have sneaked anything else in the cell, would you?"


@Lancelot


Albin's attention was then drawn to the voice from the cell down the hall. "Fuck off, psycho, I don't talk to your kind." Albin hated Mindbreak with a passion, despite their similar goals. It was the motivation, however, that put Albin at an impasse with Mindbreak.


@JPax
 
Owen


The man know as the Smoke Spectre was hidden in the the same prison. He thought he might as well check in the on Runaway Renegade. The vigilante had hidden himself up on a bar on the ceiling. After all with all the prisoner inside that were put away by him well Owen would be in a bit of trouble to put it rather lightly. Still they the Renegade seem to be keeping himself quiet as did his friend. Still just as he was about to go a voice spoke that sent chills up spine. This was him. Mindbreak. Owen decided to stay. If anything happened... well hopefully  Owen would make sure nothing did. @JPax @Sizniche @Lancelot
 
Riagan


Riagan tipped the front of his hat ever so slightly "Managed a few matches in my shoes, not much else though I am afraid." despite his word choice Riagan did not seem disappointed at all in fact he seemed to be quite happy with it, like he knew something the others didn't.  Riagan stopped twirling the cigar when he heard the metallic humming ring through the cell. What is it with kids these days? Riagans youth seemed a much simpler time compared to the present.  Riagan already knew who this was, the boy had quite the reputation despite how young he was, however while the other prisoners seemed to cower in fear like cowering babes Riagan remained unchanged for the most part, his cool demeanour was emboldened if anything.


He couldn't help but chuckle at Albins response to Mindbreak, the kid had guts it seemed.  Riagan found it in him to indulge the young criminal, "I wouldn't mind passing some time...  Although I doubt the guards would allow us such leisure." Riagin was sure he didn't mean a literal game of table tennis, maybe he was trying to assert his dominance or something?  Either way he didn't mind taking it upon himself to teach the young man a lesson or two, though he would go easy on him being a kid and all, even though he is a psychotic killer.


@Sizniche @JPax @SirGrey
 
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"Mindbreak"


"Alright, looks like I have to spell this out for you guys." Mindbreak put his hand to the prison door again, despite the current. The two red eyes of his shifted once again and the door seemed to glitch. Mindbreak stepped out of his cell, through the door, and pointed his finger to the wall across from him. Everything outside the room of prisoners had begun to slow down in time, while Mindbreak walked down the halls. Everything not attached to a living being also slowed down as well. Even gravity was working slower than usual, which seemed to make Mindbreak's pitch black clothes float up and down.


"The guards...they limit what we can physically do and cannot do with chains, shackles, and suppression fields. They can't limit your mind." Mindbreak said as he floated in front of Riagan's cell. Mindbreak's cold hand touched Riagan's forehead in a condescending manner. "As I expected. Closed as well. We'll have plenty opportunity to open your mind later." 


This was just a small extent of Mindbreak's 'insanity.' Mindbreak was tempted to break the man on the spot, oh how tempting the mere thought of watching the loud screams heard as a result of mental torture. Yet, there was an odd gentleness to his touch, as if Mindbreak had experience of more years than he looked and knew that killing on the first move was pointless. "Same goes for you, Albin." 


Suddenly, time began to speed up once again. Mindbreak's body seemed to melt backwards as he slid backwards through the hallways, through the doors once again. Only 5 seconds of real time had passed, yet the sensors picked up Mindbreak's escape. The reality bender exhaled hard as he was electrocuted, though he refused to fall limp this time. That amount of voltage would kill a normal man, even a superhuman, easily.


@Sizniche @Lancelot @SirGrey
 
Owen


The vigilante felt the world around seemingly slow down. It was like a bad come down as the man know as Mind-break exited his cell, Owen's wanted to race down there and stop him yet with how the world moved it would take forever to get down. For now all the vigilante could do was watch through his mask at what this super-powered maniac could do. As the man went back Owen's head ached as time speed up. His memories of the past five seconds went at normal speed rather then the speed of a snail. Owen would have to think very carefully about how he went it about fighting this man. @JPax @Lancelot @Sizniche
 

Riagan
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A single bead of cold sweat made its way down Riagans forehead as he gritted his teeth.  It seemed as if time itself had slowed down yet the kid known as Mindbreak continued to walk towards him at a normal pace.  As Mindbreaks hand touched his head Riagans eyes narrowed ever so slightly.  The cocky prick was in luck, if he wasn't so young then he would have tried to snap his arm, and if only he had his gun then he would shoot him right between those red eyes of his.  Even with time slowed down Riagan was certain he would meet his mark.


The kid seemed too powerful for his own good, that seemed to be a common theme these days, great power given to those who use it irresponsibly.  But there was downsides to that kind of power, it takes away apart of your humanity... Your unbreakable will to survive, to look right in the eyes an overwhelming force and refuse to give in.  From the way Mindbreak touched his head he got the impression that the kid thought he was feeble, weak.  Let him think that. Riagan thought, his ignorance would be his downfall if he ever tried to crosspaths with him.


Riagan wanted to spit in disdain, My minds closed? The kid was obviously a bit loony but Riagan wasn't one to put up with philosophical bull***** from serial killers, in the end they all seemed to kill because they liked the feeling no matter how much they try to spin it into some poetic magnum opus.  As time raced back to normal Riagans head began to spin, although he would never admit it the kid surprised him there.  As Mindbreak rushed back into his cell only to get electrocuted by a current so powerful it would likely have killed Riagan or any of the other prisoners he let out a slight sigh of relief.  Despite his thoughts of teaching the kid a lesson he knew Mindbreak could have killed him there if he wanted to, honestly Riagan would prefer to keep living but he did not fear death.


"Seems to me that despite your err... Skills let's say.  You are in need of some assistance eh?" Riagan said without a hint of apprehension, below the surface he was hesitant in conversing with mindbreak but the kid could be his way out of here.  He made contact with Albin almost like he was trying to urge him to play along.  There was no guarantee if he helped Mindbreak that he wouldn't just kill him.





@Sizniche  @JPax  @SirGrey
 

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Mindbreak
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"Now an escape plan is being hatched. You know, one time I told on a few about making an escape plan. They all slapped me. I've memorized the sound of wrists breaking." Mindbreak lifted his own wrist against the door and snapped the bone, making his hand dangle limp. He chuckled and set it back in place, which also created a loud warping noise. "I'm sure the rest of you have enjoyed it too." It was pretty clear the teen was talking to nobody in particular, yet most prisoners took notice and simply nodded. Prison would be terribly boring without Mindbreak to 'liven up the day.'


Mindbreak shifted in his cell once again. What a shame that only his temporal projection could leave the cell. If only the full Mindbreak could leave, on his own at least. "Who likes fireworks? I have a friend who likes fireworks."


@Sizniche @SirGrey @Lancelot
 
Marco was doing the usual. You know, working on experiments on live humans in a abandoned apartment. He was turning them into newts. Neat. But none the less 911 was called. He was sleeping in a matress on the floor snoring loudly whilst the captives called and screamed for help
 
Azamel wandered the streets after escaping the dust cloud he created earlier. It was a very nice day and the sun was shining, but there was one single problem. The peaceful day was being interrupted by the screams of random people. Azamel sighed and followed the noise before coming to an apartment building. It looked abandoned by the screams were definitely coming from the building. He followed and then knocked on one of the doors. 


"Quiet down."


@GearedPepper
 
Kara wakes up to blinding rays of sun shining through a small window of her camper, directly into her eyes. She groans, rolls over, and falls off the narrow couch she sleeps on with a loud thud that causes a few of her fragile trinkets to clink. She gets up and stretches her arms over her head. It takes only a moment for Kara to get herself up to full energy levels, and she's bouncing around the camper as she prepares for today's performance. She quickly washes up, taking inventory of what she had so she knew if she needed to buy anything after she counted her tips when she was done for the day. She writes a few things on a notepad as she shoves a muffin in her mouth, then packs the notepad into a colorful drawstring backpack, along with packaged snacks for the day. 


Kara pulls on her navy blue jacket over her plain t-shirt and pink shorts, ties the green ribbon, slings the backpack onto her back, and grabs her mallet before heading out the door to find a place to set up for the day. It is a beautiful day, she thinks, maybe I can get some good tips performing at the park. As she makes her way to the park, she passes a particular building where screams were echoing from the inside. Kara stops just on the sidewalk in front of the building, noticing that someone was already at the door, and telling people to quiet down. She raises an eyebrow in curiosity, and silently watches to see what happens next.


@NeoClassical @GearedPepper
 
Gilbert had his own plan. While the mini mart while still being renovated, he decided to dig around for information regarding Mindbreak. The notebook wasn't much of a clue really unless he had missed some details. In any case while Smoke Spectre was doing his thing, he decided to go onto the internet back at his apartment.


"This Mindbreak went to Maplewood High. There might be some records of Maplewood two years ago on the internet lying around." So he went onto the internet and google searched for Maplewood High, especially articles from two years ago.


(@JPax)
 

Riagan
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He felt like he was wasting his time with the kid, he was too unstable, too loopy.  It was a damn shame too, the amount of power he seemed to have was something that most men could only dream of and he was yet to reach his prime.  He watched as Mindbreak snapped his own wrist before he fixed it again, almost like it was some bizarre form of magic.  Riagan wasn't sure what to do next, Mindbreak seemed like he was going to be a problem to anyone and everyone.  Riagan leaned over to take a single match out of his shoe, he curled it up in his fist as if to hide it.  He would only lite his cigar when ready, after all it wasn't exactly for him.


He looked towards mindbreak as he started to yammer again, didn't make much sense to him but he felt kind enough to humour him, something he had been doing all day... what a long day it had been.  "I'd appreciate anything that goes boom at the moment..." Riagan thought it was best to push his luck despite the circumstances, hopefully Mindbreak was just playing around rather than being a prick, after all he must want freedom rather than being locked up in this dump.


@JPax @Sizniche @SirGrey
 
The Smoke Spectre was still hiding up in the rafters spying on the criminals bellow. That fireworks line didn't sound too promising after all if Mind-break got loose who knows what could happen. That isn't even considering what might happen if the other criminal got loses. Lucky most seem scared. That is expect the Renegade and this robotic looking man with a hat. Surprising especially for the latter after what this Mind-break did to him. For now the vigilante would what encase anything happened. @JPax @Lancelot @Sizniche
 
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