Masked | RP

San Francisco, Clarity's apartment


"Right," said Wade, hearing Fuilteach's plan. Pretty much what he had been planning to do anyways, with the added bonus of being able to do it inside a living area. Still regarding the man skeptically, he fell back into the sofa; he certainly had quite a temper. It, he smiled, almost made up for his mistake outside.


Man, what had happened there? What had started it, blood or mind? For what reason? He didn't want to be stuck between two supers with an adverse history, so hopefully, that wasn't the case. Well, the point was, Fuilteach had apologized- or as close as he could possibly get- and they finally had something to do. So, leaving the encounter behind, he watched the TV screen.


The anchorwoman was talking about some earthquake in the East. Wade watched pictures of destroyed homes and paled faces for a few seconds, before thinking that this probably wasn't the best job for someone like him. Even before the woman finished her first sentence, Wade was looking left and right to Mimori and Fuilteach before back to the screen. And then out the window. And then at the blood-covered vents. A bug crawling up the wall. The television screen.


After a minute like this, before the earthquake story was even over, Wade pulled out his phone. It was an inconspicuous Blackberry, without a touchscreen... phones like that cost money, which he definitely didn't have. He scrolled to the Internet app and typed "CNN.com," waiting impatiently for the site to load.


He looked up at the TV screen, something about the presidential elections, then back to the phone. He clicked on US news and scrolled down a ways, eyes scanning rapidly. That was much better.
 

Best Western

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Anton froze as the scanner came on, one foot halfway out the door.


"Well that was... Interesting..." he said, stepping out of the car. Glancing over his shoulder s though the machine were following him or something, the super stepped into the hotel behind his new associate.


A quick glance around the room revealed their other partner, the face changer.


"Well then, about that business," he said, almost chuckling.
 
Division Headquarters; training area


Its been about a year, staying in America. Running away from the dark and terrible past that had turned him into the man he is now. But being away from Russia gave Hiroshi a bit of peace and understanding towards life. Yes, it was difficult getting used to the American life, but its better than where he used to live. It did felt odd to him that he lived in San Francisco and not noticing that there were any 'supers' hanging around here. But of course, he too was hiding his powers from normal human beings. After living in the city for a while, it didn't take very long to become accepted into the Division, after being in HIVE for a while. It didn't matter where he went or which group he was put in, as long as he could get the job done, it was fine to him. He would sometimes stay in the training room of the Division's Headquarters, waiting to be assigned to a mission, to train, or just to meditate. If not, he would take a trip back home, to San Francisco, and would usually be walking around the city, or getting a cup of coffee.


Today, he decided to meditate in the training room at headquarters for a bit. While meditating, Hiroshi had a weapon; an assault rifle, floating in front of him. As it was levitating, the entire gun was quickly being disassembled through his own powers, as he is simultaneously separating the screws and bits of pieces from the gun's parts. And at the blink of an eye, all of the weapon's screws, needles, and parts were quickly reassembled back to the gun's normal form, as it is still levitating. He found it completely easy to do something like this to a simple or complicated machine. Instead of finishing his meditation, he continued this same routine to a variety of different weapons and gadgets that were put on the floor in front of him. Even a missile was put there for him to test his powers with. Heh, this obviously looks easy.. Hiroshi thought to himself, as he continues.
 
Seeing the blonde follow after him, Derrick responded to his query. "The first order of business is to regroup." he said. Spotting the other one, Derrick walked to his direction. He assumed that his unkempt-looking companion was following him. "We need to exchange information and discuss what we know about the target." he said plainly. "This isn't a discussion we should be having out in the open though." he added. He stepped up his pace and tried to catch up with the shady one. He called out to him "Fontaine! we're here." Derrick called.
 
Vidic waved to Anton and Derrick. "Over here. Come,I have a room. We can talk there." He turned to enter the suites area,as soon as the other two got close enough to follow him. He led them to his room,near the rear of the building on the ground floor. He unlocked the door to his suite,room 147,and held it open,allowing the other two to enter first.


The room was simple. It had a double bed,a desk,which now housed his laptop,closed and turned off,a chest of drawers,and a door on the far side,leading to the washroom. "Step into my office."
 
Location: In the hallway outside of Clarity's apartment





Fuilteach nodded to both of them and unsealed the door. He stepped into the hallway and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and lit it tentatively. He took a long drag and thought at the same time. What should they do? Where should they go? Hopefully the jumper would see something interesting on the telly, however he seemed to suffer from ADHD and he didn't seem very useful. The girl, however, may have potential. The way she festered then numbed his hand...It was, to say the least, amazing. Fuilteach walked up and down the hallway, thinking as he did so. He looked out the window at the end of the hall, as if the answer would be right there, screaming: "Hey! I'm here! Look'it me, I'm right here!!!". But no answer. Not even a glimmer of a hint.


"Nothing..." Fuilteach said aloud, not realizing he did so.


Damnit! Fuilteach was smarter than this! He was a tactician! How could he not have a clue what to do? He wrapped his hand around the cigarette, putting it out and placing it on the windowsill. He sighed heavily and paced back and forth, thinking, and coming up blank. He ran a hand through his wet hair and realized that he was still drenched. And cold. He wrapped his arms around himself and walked back into the girl's apartment. At least it was warmer in there.


"Anythin'?" He asked to both of them, hoping they had found at least a trace of something.
 
San Francisco - Abandoned Warehouse on Mission

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Quickly arriving at the warehouse, the silver-masked operative began to move around the perimeter of the run-down building, making sure he wasn't walking into some sort of trap. Once he'd scanned over enough of the outside, he found his entrance - a broken out window - and quickly climbed through it, landing with a near-silent thud and rustling of his coat. Stopping and slipping into the shadows, he listened carefully as he walked, moving at a quickened pace once he heard voices. Slipping against one side of a busted out doorway, he peered around it, spotting both his contact and the man who'd nabbed her. Before he could react, the criminal cursed in a hissed, whispered tone, then smashed the woman over the head, making her slump lifelessly in the chair.


Gritting his teeth from behind the mask, Plague darted out from the door frame and toward the other male, giving him only time to cry out before he was struck by the masked man's quick punches. Staggering, the criminal recovered quickly, sending a kick toward the 'hero'. It struck home, making Plague cry out behind the mask as he soared back into the nearest wall and slid to the floor. "Didn't expect somebody widda' power, did ya', asshole?" sneered the other, stepping out into the light of a single hanging bulb. He cracked his knuckles and started advancing toward the fallen savior, grinning all the while. "Walked right into an ass beating's waddit looks like."


Just as the other was leaning over him, Plague sprang up again, jamming a silver syringe into the man's neck and pressing down hard, injecting a greenish-grey liquid into his veins before he could react. "What the f#$k did you do?!" was the cry, the thug stumbling back and swatting at the medical tool. As it clambered to the floor, the silver-masked man spoke, adjusting his wide-brimmed hat. "I simply evened the odds. It would seem you expected a good-two-shoes; someone that would fight fair?" he spat in a raspy voice, lunging forward and catching the other with three fast strikes to the throat, causing him to go down hard on his backside.


Walking past him as he gurgled for breath, the masked man cut the woman free from the rickety chair and lay her carefully on the ground, quickly returning to where the thug lay and dragging him over toward the discarded rope. Whenever the other began struggling, he was 'rewarded' with a few kicks, keeping him from getting up and sending another blow at Plague. "Now... I am going to ask YOU some questions, and you are going to answer them," he began, gravely voice echoing behind the mask. Forcefully tugging the criminal's hands behind him, he tied them tight, restricting any sudden movement. "One: who sent you to kidnap this girl? Two: I need the location of more 'members' of your little 'group'." He paused, taking a breath and smiling behind his mask. "And, finally, Three: what are you afraid of?"


The man just laughed and coughed, shaking his head. "Ya' really time I'm just gonna' spill my guts to some two-bit supa-hero FREAK in a mask? They'll do worse to me if I tell ya' ANYTHING!" he said, laughing harder. Suddenly, he stopped, raising a brow. "Wait... didja' ask what I was afraid of? Is that some kinda' joke cuz I-- AHH!" The man's words were cut off by a scream as a rat scurried its way over his leg, sending him into a twitching panic. "Get that filthy f@#ker away from me!" he yelped, trying to scramble backwards. Plague said nothing, he simply began to move away, the scuffing sound of his boots being silenced by the skittering of multiple tiny claws and squeaks. "NO! Help me!" the criminal shrieked, the vermin beginning to crawl up his body and under his clothing, nipping and biting anything they could.


Trying his best to ignore the continued panic of the thug, the long-coated male picked up his contact again, moving her toward the front of the building. Once he'd set her down again, he removed a glove, checking her pulse as he tapped the comm in his ear again. "Yes, emergency? There's been an incident. A botched kidnapping. A woman is hurt badly. Come to the warehouse just past Mission and 13th," he stated, disconnecting before anyone could trace the call or ask any more questions. Making his way toward the broken window again, he slipped outside and back towards the sewers, pressing his earpiece again only to update the 'higher ups' on the situation. Either he would be meeting a new contact soon, or getting his information from another source. Scowling, he disconnected from the call, but not before sending out a simple and quick text-bulletin to any other SS in the area.


< Crime syndicate active in the area. No leads yet. Will update with more information as recovered. ~Plague >
 
Division Headquarters; Reaching to Central Ops





For a long time of meditation and dissembling and reassembling all of those weapons, Hiroshi decided to finish from there, and to head on to the Central Ops station around the HQ. Before he started towards the door, he decided to take those weapons he had and to put them back into the armory before he would start heading to Central Ops. So, as he opened the door, the weapons that were put in front of him earlier, were levitating behind him as he walked down the hall to his right, heading to the armory. As he made it to the armory, he opened the door, and made all of the weapons quickly reattach themselves to their proper places in that room. All stocked and ready.. He thought to himself as he closed the door, and turned to walk completely straight into the Central Ops room.


He continued walking towards the Central Ops room. As Hiroshi finally made it to the room, he opened the door, and walked over to an empty chair where Central Ops had all of its tracking devices, high tech computers and communicators. "Seat taken?" Hiroshi asked one of the human operatives sitting nearby. "No Sir, the operator who works on that area called in sick today, so you may use his work space if you'd like." The human operative responed to Hiroshi. He nodded, and then took a seat in front of the locator and computer screen. "You do know how to operate that, right sir?" The operator curiously asked him. Hiroshi turned to the operator, "Of course I know how to use this contraption." Hiroshi told the man, smirking. Then he turned back to the machine, and started to see if there was any help needed that he can work on through the Central Ops station, sense he could give information and such from this very room. If no information is needed, then I could probably jump in, I could use some action right now.. Hiroshi thought to himself, as he's searching through the locators.


"So how long are you staying here sir?" The operator asked another question again. Hiroshi stopped, then waited for a moment. Then he turned to the operator, "Same question I was going to ask myself, I'm guessing it'll only be for a little while, I just need to check up on my teammates and see if they need any assistance." Hiroshi answered to the man, as the operator nodded to his response. Looks like the guy who works in this spot doesn't like anyone to get touchy with his things, but I did say it'll only be for a while.. Hiroshi thought to himself again, as he turns back to the machine and continues on what he was doing earlier.
 
Clarity's apartment to alley


Mimori quickly looked as Fuilteach unsealed the door and stepped out, then over to Vanish, who couldn't seem to focus solely on the television. As the boy pulled out his phone to look up something, Mimori began to scan through her neighbors' brains. She doesn't like to go into people's minds for memories, for fear she might overload, so she only goes through their minds to find what they're currently thinking about. So far, the tenants seem to be busy with their evening routines. One tenant... maybe a little too busy...


Fortunately, she was distracted by the smell of Fuilteach's cigarette, and, no sooner, he emerged from the hallway. "Nothing yet," Mimori responded to his question. "So far, everyone in the building seems to be..." she cleared her throat, "enjoying themselves..." she finished, her cheeks turning slightly pink at the encounter. She thought it best to find something outside. Just as she focused her mind outside, she noticed something in one person's mind. Something absolutely disgusting.


She quickly dashed to the pile of clothes in the floor and pulled out somehing small and white. She dashed into her dark room, threw her dirty shirt off, and put on the camisole. She wasn't too worried about either male finding her in the complete dark, but if they just so happened to, there wasn't much to look at anyway. She unzipped her exotic boots and threw them in the corner, searching in her closet for something more comfortable to run in. In less than a minute, Mimori came out of her room wearing her white camisole, a leather jacket, and a pair of black combat boots. She brushed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail, removed her chain from her neck, and replaced the ring that was once on the chain back on her index finger. The pattern on the ring resembled the shape of a nerve cell.


She darted past Fuilteach and out of the door. She opened the hallway window and set one foot out. "I don't expect you to follow me." Mimori called out. "I'll let you know if I need any help." And with that, she jumped out of the window and onto the fire escape of the building next to it, the same one the sicko was walking towards.


She ascended onto the roof of the building, and located the person. It was a rather muscular man, attempting to kidnap a woman directly in front of him. She quickly went into his mind. "Let her go," She said in the man's mind, he seemed to slow down a little, but he kept moving. When the two made it to the end of the building, the man snatched the woman and pulled her into an alley, all the while the woman struggled. Mimori quickly jumped from the building and landed right outside the alleyway. The man noticed the thud from Mimori's landing, and turned around. Contemplating Mimori's small stature, the man finalized that "this will be too easy." He let go of the woman, and began to approach Mimori. Mimori quickly ran up to him and kicked him on his chin. The kick was pretty powerful for her, but she manipulated the target to really do some damage. The man merely stroked his chin, and swung his left arm for a knockouts punch. Mimori's danger signal triggered her to move her face in the same direction of the man's fist. She was still struck, but at least she didn't have to suffer a broken skull. That, with her "shield" made her have a quick comeback, but man, what a hit! It was much too powerful for a human to make...


With that, she quickly struck back, a punch in the soft part of his ribs, and a kick where it really hurt, amplifying the pain much higher to where it would be excruciating. She knew she had to get out of there quickly, so she ran down the other side of the alley, and climbed up the top of a shorter building. During this time, she thought of Vanish and Fuilteach, and sent them a message: "He's a super! Come quickly!" When the man pulled himself together, which only took a few seconds, he began searching for Mimori. The original victim escaped from the alley long ago. Mimori waited at the right time, when she was behind the man, and carefully climbed off the building. When she found the right spot, she ran up to him and jumped on his back. She knew it was going to be risky, but she grabbed the man's hair, and focused on his cerebellum, and managed to make his muscles spasm. The man seemed to be enjoying the hair pulling part. "Creep."


Mimori sent a shot to his brain stem and sent him collapsing to the asphalt. She managed to pin him down, her heavy boot crushing his elbow, and one hand around his throat. She altered these to seem as if he really was going to be crushed. "Hurry, I cant do this for too long." Mimori sent to her two available team members, while she altered the man's entire nervous system throughout.


I guess brain triumphs over brawn after all." Mimori thought with a smile, her serious eyes suddenly becoming playfully wicked in temperament.
 
Fuilteach received a text on his phone from Plague, reporting that he had nothing. Great. Just then, the girl ran into her bedroom, into the darkness. Fuilteach blinked a couple of times, then looked over to the boy and shrugged. She then ran into the hall, saying that she'd call them if she needed help. Help? Help with what? Fuilteach was curious, so he stepped out the door in time to see her jump onto the fire escape. She then went chasing after...Someone? He waited a few moments, thinking about lighting another cigarette, before the girl's voice invaded his mind, stating that she needed help.


Fuilteach quickly reacted, not knowing quite where she was. He jumped into the fire escape, looking for any sign of her. He heard a struggle, and followed the noise until he found her on top of an impossibly large male. Fuilteach ran over to them, cutting his palms and placing his hands together quickly. He placed each of his hands on each of the male's hands, jumped over them, and placed his palms on the male's feet. He then hardened the blood to it's maximum, not knowing how strong this individual was. The girl was small, but she had something about her. Something...Incredible.


"Nice work..." Fuilteach admitted.


She had done a great job. Fuilteach was very impressed by not only her bravery, but her strength and fortitude. He flashed a smile at her and knelt down by her. He noticed a mark on her face that was beginning to swell and bruise. He automatically put his hand to her face to check the bruise, but stopped short of touching her. He cleared his throat and instead struck the male in the back, hard, making it seem like that was his intention all along.


"You all right?" He asked her, making it sound like he wasn't concerned.
 
Alleyway on Main Street


Mimori blushed slightly at the compliment given, and became quite nervous when he smiled and knelt close to her. She saw him raise his hand, which was dangerously close close to her face, which was now bright pink. Then Fuilteach suddenly hit the man, which obviously gave her some confusion. When Fuilteach asked if she was all right, she quickly rose, remembering to keep control of her girlish antics once more. "Oh I'm... fine" she replied wearily. She quickly felt the bruise on her cheek stinging, and attempted to numb her face. Her temples throbbed slightly, and she immediately stopped. She noticed the man raising his head. Impulsively, she grabbed the back of the man's head with one hand, made his muscles spasm once more, and forced his head back to the ground. She groaned in exasperation, then sighed heavily.


"I shouldn't have done that. I'm just gonna sit down somewhere..." Mimori said, finding a spot on the ground. There, she gingerly massaged her head. She decided to look at her phone, not noticing the vibration it made as she was on the move. It was Plague, stating that he had no leads yet. She sent a message back: I think we just found something. We're in an alley on Main Street, about- she thought of Plague's location. She continued on with her message -two blocks from your location. When you're on Main Street, we're almost three blocks heading left.


She hated sending text messages but it was the only way to go, especially since she's overloading rapidly. Then her stomach growled, making her realize she didn't have a bite to eat since early this morning. She sighed in relief, then began to look around for a restaurant.
 
San Francisco: Near Clarity's apartment


Wade was about to call out to the others about a recent news article, when Mimori suddenly left. He looked at Fuilteach, shrugged, and opened his mouth. "It says here-"


But once again he was interupted as the girl dashed back in and out the door. She had said not to follow her; but Fuilteach had gone after her, and he certainly wasn't staying in the apartment while they went outside. Flipping his phone shut, he dashed after the man and found him leaping out the window. There was probably a fire escape.


More to get ready for a possible confrontation than anything, he disappeared through the hallway wall, appeared again, allowed himself to fall, then disappeared again to protect him from the 5-story drop. Judging the distance perfectly, he reappeared and landed in a crouch on the asphalt. He was at the end of the alley, where Mimori grappled with the man.


Suddenly, the original victim tore past him and out of the alley. He had only a second to figure out what had happened before Fuilteach dropped in and took control. Within seconds, the man was plastered to the ground, wounded, and unconscious.


Wade whistled. "Nice," he said, just to himself. Watching the aftermath, he walked towards his two teammates. "I guess I got here a bit late, huh?" he said. They hadn't really needed his help anyways.


Seeing Mimori type something onto her phone, Wade pulled out his own. Yes, a text from Plague. He didn't bother responding, knowing that the girl probably had it under control.


He looked down at the man on the floor. "What's his power?" he asked.
 
San Francisco - Heading from Mission to Main

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Just as he was about to open the manhole again, Plague's earpiece buzzed and he stopped, taking his phone from his pocket and reading over the response from the unnamed sender. "We?" he thought aloud, then shook his masked head, heading toward Main and using as many back alleys as he could. His costume kept him anonymous, yet stuck out all at once.


As he quickly moved through the alleyways and rooftops, he could hear the familiar sound of sirens wailing behind him. Letting out a small sigh of relief, he was glad they were moving quickly. Making a mental note to check up on his informant later, he let the thought drift away as he ran, jumping from one rooftop to another. Finally, he came close enough to the destination to peer over from a rooftop, in time to see the aftermath of a struggle. The man the others had captured was secured to the ground by some sort of hard substance he couldn't place. Shaking the thought away, he leapt onto a fire escape and slid down the ladder, landing in a crouch with one hand on his wide-brimmed hat.


Standing, he made his way toward the others, frowning from behind the mask. They were too exposed, too out in the open. "Not to skip any introductions, but we should not be out in the open like this. Too risky. We should take him," he said, pausing to nod in the direction of the criminal they'd apprehended. "And go somewhere more secure. See if he's connected to the people we're looking for." His voice was cold and raspy, echoing behind the mask and seeming almost inhuman. If it wasn't for the light hint of accent from time to time, he would have almost sounded like a bitter sort of recording. Giving a nod back toward a nearby alleyway, he spoke once more. "I would not want Division or HIVE getting word of this and poking around as they do."
 
Smooth move, Connor. Fuilteach thought to himself.


He heard the jumper's question, and answered with a swift "I don't know". He then heard a noise, and saw Plague approaching. Fuilteach never really trusted this guy, but he rarely trusted anyone anymore. He simply nodded to what he had to say, then made the blood restricting the Super into normal blood once more. He kept it on him, however, in case he tried to run, Fuilteach could just harden the blood again and slow him down. The girl could take care of the rest.


"Where to?" Fuilteach asked Plague.
 
"Quite an office," Anton laughed, heading in first. "I suppose you know I'm new already?"


Stepping into the hotel room, the blonde loosened his tie and undid the top buttons of his suit and undershirt; it got uncomfortable always being up. The suit was supposed to be for appearance, to make him look better, though it really didn't make a difference since he always looked so sloppy even with it on.


A quick glance around the room, and Anton flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.


"So what do we need to talk about?"
 
San Francisco, an alley off of Main


Wade's jumpy tendencies were assets every now and then. Even before the man had slid down, Vanish had glanced at the windows in both adjoining buildings, out on the streets, at a shadow behind a garbage bag, and finally upwards, which was a direction he had noticed untrained observers always forgot to survey.


He saw motion behind many of the glass panes; trying to step up his game, he thought that they would need to find somewhere else to talk. But when he noticed the man, immediately, he had stepped backwards and assumed a tensed stance. He hadn't forgotten all of his training. He identified the man as Plague before he could do anything stupid like try to warn Fuilteach and Mimori, and relaxed. "Well, hello," he said mildly, before the man spoke.


"I'd... I think I'd suggest Mimori's apartment," he said, in a low voice. "Fuilteach's got it pretty much sealed up already, and it's just up there." He motioned vaguely up the fire escape.


He was a bit proud of how he was handling himself. After that blunder earlier, he couldn't be too careful... Or quiet. He needed to stop talking so much. Why did his job require being so silent? And professional? Why couldn't he just work at Subway or something?


Wade frowned. He needed to stop talking to himself, too.
 
Alleyway on Main


"Super strength." Mimori replied to vanish, wincing as she caressed her face. She inhaled sharply with one bad prod. She looked up at Vanish. There seemed to be something wrong with him, but it wasn't obvious what it actually could be. She didn't dare use her powers on him. Soon, Mimori's eyes, just like the rest of the members', turned towards Plague, who had quite a dramatic entry.


Mimori stood up as Plague talked. She had admitted to Plague's suggestion, that it maybe wasn't a good idea to be all together at once. She easily felt tension within the group, and thought it best not to mantion the identity encounter that occurred earlier. Following Plague's wishes, the thought of a place to go, which didn't go well.since she knew very little about San Francisco. Suddenly, Vanish suggested that they go back to her house. Mimori turned red at the idea, she didn't want so many people coming up.to her apartment; it's not a good look. Especially an entire group of males, one being unconscious.


She would rather go to a restaurant, preferably alone, but she knew some question would arise on her bruise. She hated giving herself any attention, and she really needed to ice this bruise...


"Maybe we should go to my place," Mimori finalized. "I'm overloading, and I really need something on my face. We don't all have to go in the same direction. We have our own ways of entering the apartment." She suggested.
 
Lilly smiled after slightly jerking her face back from the sudden movement of Adi aswell as from the tingling sensation from her 'aura'. But when she saw the saddened look on her face, she couldn't help but try and cheer her up and convince her that it wasn't a big deal. So, she raised her hand and stretched it out towards her face before pushing the palm of her hand through the electric field and placing it on Adi's cheek.


" See, we can totally be friends! And hell, if we ever kiss, sparks will *literally* fly off...Which is more awesome than any fairytale! "
 
Location: Alleyway on Main





"Sounds good to me." Fuilteach said to the jumper and the girl's suggestion.


He honestly didn't have any other solution for it. The alley could work, but what about a random passerby? Then, a new thought popped in Fuilteach's mind: how were they going to get this big man up to her apartment? What if they were spotted? What if he screamed? What if someone called the authorities? So many what-ifs. He shook his head, then looked at all of them.


"So, how're we getting him up there?" He asked.


He could use his blood to send him up there. He's catapulted things before, and he'd just be sending the lug up there. Plague could catch him. But what if someone saw? He could have the girl and the jumper walk across the street and start an argument. That would draw attention to themselves, but distract passerby's from Fuilteach and Plague. Whatever they were going to do, they needed to do it fast. A group of four, one of them wearing a costume standing over an unconscious man looked...Odd, to say the least.
 

Coffeehouse




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Adi was so startled by the unexpected touch she didn’t react right away and Lilly’s hand lingered before she turned her face and the space between their skin was enough for her field to repulse the intrusion. “I appreciate it,” she said quietly, forcing herself to meet Lilly’s bright green eyes and almost losing her train of thought. “It’s alright right now, I’m mostly relaxed, but I can’t control the field yet. At any point it could be strong enough to knock you back, or really truly electrocute you like that woman on the street.”


Plucking at her dry sleeve nervously, she felt like she still owed Lilly some explanation. “When I…I just wanted to see if there was something about your power that neutralized mine, if that was why you were able to grab me.”


Seeking to distract herself from her gnawing distress before it affected her power, Adi grasped at the lighter parts of the conversation again. “The best fairy tales don’t end in kisses anyway, I think.” Smiling a little shyly, she added, “You remind me of Til Eulenspiegel in a way.”


 
San Francisco - Alleyway on Main

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Plague gave a sigh, putting a hand to his head at the suggestion of the girl's apartment. Looking around, however, he realized that there wasn't much of a choice at all, they needed somewhere close and needed to get there fast. "Fine. It will have to do," he began, stopping his words as the other spoke, asking how they'd get him upstairs. "All of you find different ways up, if possible. I see no other way than simply dragging him up myself."


As if he'd already finalized the decision, the costumed male leaned down and picked up the other, larger one roughly by the shoulders, starting to drag him into the building. Stopping for a second, he looked toward Fuilteach again. "You. Before you go up, keep watch outside for a moment. Make sure no one is paying much attention our way or trying to follow us," he said sternly, lifting the other again and dragging him toward the door. Shoving it open with his back, he started making his way up the apartment stairs, the other's boots thudding lightly on the dirty looking steps. "What a stupid idea... taking someone out in front of a God damned apartment building in broad daylight." His voice was the grumpy mumble of someone that was simply tired and fed up with the day already, but had much more work ahead.


As he reached her floor, another door opened and a tenant peeked her head out. It was a girl in her twenties and she started to say something snide about all the noise when she noticed the person being dragged. Plague cursed and thought of something quickly. "Helping him back up to his apartment. Partied too hard last night - bastard can't hold his liquor," he said, trying to sound annoyed, but not angry. The girl said nothing about his costume, just nodded almost fearfully and crept back inside. "F#@k." Dropping the other quickly, the masked man took out his smartphone and sent out a message to the female. Thankfully, she was the ONLY female. Eventually, he would need to learn the names of the others.


< Apartment number? ~Plague >
 
Alleyway on Main > Clarity's apartment


Mimori nodded and watched as Plague carried the husky male out of the alley and around the corner. Once the strange super's feet was gone from sight, she jumped and climbed up the fire escape of the building adjacent to hers. As Mimori climbed up the escapes for the first four floors, she noticed there was a veranda above her story window, at the perfect height to jump in. Mimori climbed up on the veranda, and risked a jump. She managed to grab the window sill with her hands, and used her feet to cling on the wall and to prevent bashing her face any worse. Lifting her weight up, she allowed her body to go through the window in a clumsy somersault. She landed sitting down with her back on the wall. Seeing that Plague needed help finding the door, she stood up and opened the door nearest the window with a smile.


"Put him on the couch for now." Mimori said. She walked in, kicked away a sizeable path from the door to the couch for both Plague and "SuperCreep" and walked to the kitchen. There, she took a out a bag of almonds from the cabinent and began to eat them. "Here," she said in between chews, pulling out a roll of duct tape from the kitchen drawer. "Use this to tie him down, if he wakes up."
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment on Main


Wade was about to suggest he take the unconscious man up to the apartment, but stopped himself before he could speak. He might be able to get him up and in while staying invisible for most of the time, but if someone were to see, wouldn't the sight of someone flashing in and out of existence be a tad more disconcerting than a man dragging another down the hall?


Besides, Plague certainly seemed to have it under control. He was snappy and imperious, but... In control. Wade thought that being bad-tempered might have been some requirement for joining the society. He must have skipped something in the paperwork.


Wade rocked on the balls of his feet. At that moment, it didn't really matter, as the man had started dragging the villain up the stairs. He winced; man, the guy was sure taking a beating on those steps. As Plague progressed, he thought of a book his father had bought him way back in the day. When to Speak Up and When to Shut Up. He had never seen it again after the tornado that had ripped his home apart. He certainly could have benefited from it, but he hadn't had the attention span to even make it past the long-winded intro. Something about the story of Adam and Eve.


Mimori bounded up next, executing a daring leap from veranda to window. Wade looked sideways at Fuilteach. He would probably do something impressive like scale the wall using adhesive-wall gloves; what could he do? If he jumped off the wall correctly, he could probably float all the way into Mimori's apartment... But it would be a pain to try and get the angle off of a jump like that. And plus all the stuff in her apartment he could explode on.


Wade shook his head and pulled an old paperback out of an overflowing dumpster that he had noticed earlier. He just took the fire escape, then buried his nose in a random page as he strolled down the hall.


Some random couple happened to be kissing on that page. Wade wrinkled his nose; nice choice.


It also smelled like month-old meat and other dumpster flotsam.
 
Fuilteach did as Plague had asked and kept watch while everyone went inside. He didn't really enjoy following orders, but it didn't really bother him. While he waited, he lit a cigarette and thought of how he was going to get in the apartment. They pretty much all went the same way, and Fuilteach wanted to...Show off. So, he waited until everyone was gone and looked around. He had spotted an air vent, which gave him an idea. He grinned widely at the idea, then, when no one was looking, he used the blood leftover on his hands to scale the wall quickly and quietly. Once he was at the air vent, he groped it with one hand and focused all of his energy into his bloodied palm.


"Time to show off..." He mumbled to himself with a grin.


He poured most of his energy and blood into the air vent and closed his eyes. He felt weak, but he knew he could do what he needed to to get into the apartment unnoticed. He touched the pool of blood in the vent and began to shrink into it, assimilating into the pool. While in this form, the pool moved quickly, sensing the blood that was still covering the air vent in the girl's apartment from earlier when he sealed it. The blood pool took several twists and turns, heading towards the signals given off from the other blood. After a few moments of searching, he found it.


The blood pool slowly rose, joining with the blood in the floor vent. The pool slowly rose into the apartment, becoming more human-shaped by the second. The human-shaped blob rippled, and in what seemed like an instant, formed Fuilteach. He leaned his back to the wall, observing the others and the Super. Fuilteach wondered just who this Super was, and what he wanted. He had no clue of what happened, only that the girl had beaten him down. Fuilteach felt a bit light-headed, so he stopped thinking and simply asked a question.


"So, what now?"
 
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