Masked | RP

San Francisco; Clarity's apartment


Wade was surprised at how fast the girl opened the door. "Oh, hello," he said, shifting his weight onto one foot. "I, uh, saw what happened outside. You lost these?..." he trailed the last sentence off in a sentence, proffering her glasses. They were in poor condition, one side bent in an awkward angle and the glass scratched; but it wasn't broken, at least. Wade studied the girl; she looked familiar. "Are you okay?" he added. "That looked pretty rough. I mean, you don't just get run over every day. 'Least I don't," he joked. She did not look any worse for the wear, despite having just been run over.


Wade's eyes continued to move, looking from the girl to the apartment beyond, to the glasses, and back to the girl. If anything, he was watchful. He ran through his memory, trying to remember if he had seen this person before... she was irritatingly familiar. His eyes darted to her hands as well, but there was no ring. Maybe he was wrong.
 
Clarity's apartment


"Um... hi." Clarity felt so to let him follow her all the way to her apartment. For glasses she didn't even need. "Uh... thanks," she said quickly taking the mutilated glasses that usually dulled her blue eyes. Typically, Mimori's eyes seemed very striking, so piercing towards the other SS members, but she had no clue of they ever read differently as a civilian. She knew putting those glasses would make her look like a fool, yet she wasn't planning on taking her chances with moving her hair from her face.


She had no idea what else to say to him, and the more the thought, the more nervous she became. He keeps looking at her, and she was trying so hard not to make any eye contact. She had half a mind to close the door on him, but the other half told her to go into his. No, she thought, I'm not gonna give up Clarity that easily...


But what would be so wrong with him knowing? What would be wrong with any of them knowing?
 
San Francisco; Clarity's apartment


Wade took a step backwards, having delivered the glasses. "Well, my name's Wade," he said. "It's nice to meet you." Even as he talked, he was trying to remember whether he knew this girl or not... He had only a vague recollection.


He suddenly had a thought. "What's your name?" he asked. As he talked, he brought his right hand in front of him and twisted the golden ring slightly. To most people, it would look like meaningless fidgeting. If this girl, though, he remembered from the Society....
 
San Francisco - Alleyway off of Mission and 6th

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Victor Novikov's morning was going poorly. After a late night of information gathering, he was headed to 'change' in one of a few private safehouses he had in the city, taking every dark and unused alleyway and rooftop he could get to. Luckily, it was a foggy and dreary mid-morning and there weren't many in the run down parts of the streets he inhabited. Leaping across the alley from one hanging ladder to another, he slid down and landed roughly on the grimy concrete, taking a knee and peering around the corner, the sharp and elongated nose of his mask peeking out. Right now, Victor did not exist; there was only Plague.


Darting across the alley to an adjacent one, the trenchcoated man dropped to his knees again, prying open a nearly-overgrown manhole cover and climbing down into the sewer below. Ignoring the strong stench, the masked man quickly moved through a few corridors, boots scraping across the dirty stones.


Finally arriving at his destination, he pushed open the large hidden door and crept inside, hearing the stone drag shut behind him as he pulled the metal chain, illuminating the small room with a single flickering light bulb. There wasn't much to look at: various medical supplies and bloodied rags, an old looking communication device that had been modified and a table strewn with various beakers and test tubes, all filled with different colored liquids and powders.


Heading first to the table, the man began removing his 'super' outfit, hanging each piece carefully on marked hangers. It was the only real organization in the small place - even the chemicals seemed quickly labeled and pushed aside without much order. Removing his final piece of clothing - an armored vest of sorts, he headed to change into clothes that were more casual. Emerging yet again, the man slipped on a plain silver ring, different only in the various ornate looking designs in it. They matched those on his 'Plague' mask, giving the others in The Shadow Society a way to identify him, if they had a keen enough eye.


Making a hasty exit through another series of cleaner tunnels, he pushed open another manhole from the inside and made the quick ascension back into the bustling world of the normal. Making his way out of this new alley, he took a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and slipped them on, blending into a crowd of people on his way to a late breakfast. He was meeting with someone soon, a woman with information on the syndicate the SS had been told to investigate. Something about the meeting had bothered him, but he'd been given the order none-the-less, so he'd follow it.


Approaching the small diner, he removed his glasses and went in, greeting and shown his table by a middle-aged Latino woman who quickly retreated to the back for a pot of coffee at his request. Sighing, he waited impatiently for his contact, perking up once the bell above the door rang again sharply.
 
Coffeehouse





Waving her hand like she was either struck by heat or swatting away some pesky imaginary flies, she responded casually and lighthearted to the timid statement of the girl. But not before she stretched slightly while taking a sip for her overly warm coffee and giving it an angry glare because it nearly burned her tongue. Letting out a small yelping yawn, she suddenly noticed a needle could be heard dropping on the tiled floor of the quaint and dead-silent coffeehouse.


"Psh ptsh, don't go and decide things for yourself. Who said I'd like playing it safe anyway? Also, apart from the first touch we shared, there was nothing to worry about. Just remind me not to go skinny-dipping with you, and we'll be fine! "


She said, nodding overly serious yet with a quirked nose and a slight pouty-face.


" Besides, I'm a super damn it, rescueing people in distress is my job. Not gnna lie and say that's why I want to get to know you, but hey... Anyway, quit worrying so much and just have some fun. Life's too short and too long, to worry and not have fun! "


Again she sipped from her coffee, completely forgetting it nearly torched her tongue moments ago, and again she gave it an evil glare.
 

The HIVE;


An array of places.




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Mary looked around again, even going as far as to peer through walls to see if anyone was coming before emerging from the room as Hazard. It turned out that some sort of discreet changing place wad hard to find, especially when you were even nervous around some of the trainees. After adjusting her vision once again though, Hazard had found a place to dress in the dark blue and gold garb she was wearing now.


It had the jacket piece that usually went with the men's uniform but it cut out around her mid-drift and she usually pulled up the sleeves, scrunching them above her elbows. The jacket usually had 3 of 5 buttons done up, and a black tank top sat underneath. Her pants were regulation, a small yellow band that met with the dark blue material that had lines run down the center, and pockets for her use. Black boots covered the material below the knee, and a half mask covered the upper part of her face; all that was revealed were her eyes, and the material also veered around her ears. Mary’s hair was still able to be seen, but enough people dyed their hair in the city for it not to be too noticeable.


Now that she was changed though, her vision wouldn’t refocus and she flexed her fingers a few times before nodding to herself. Just as she was about to take off for the training rooms, the tour group rounded the corner and she froze in spot. The techs were guiding the group, and they gave her a brief mention before they continued on their way. Hazard was sure that Lucky was supposed to guide the newbies; did that mean he had dumped them?


There was only one way to find out, as Hazard started in the silent search for their group’s leader, checking the meeting room first. There were only a few meanders, so she made her way to the training room next, surprised to see the high amount of people. None of them who she was looking for, so she continued on her search through the base before she saw the familiar mop of hair.


“Lucky?” she noted, cautious as she approached what was their basic lounge area, before recognizing it was indeed him. Sliding her butt onto the top of one of the couches, she let herself fall back, upside down, onto the cushion. “Weren’t you on touring duty?” she wondered, actually curious, as she used the floor to steady herself. It was much easier when her powers didn’t seem to mind defying gravity, as she could have just been easily walking on the wall right now.
 
Bank area


Rikarah shows no obvious alarm as Evangeline faints beyond her lips tightening, and she moves forward quickly, kneeling beside her, but not yet touching her. For all she knows, the girl could have skin that is poison to the touch, or a conductor of electricity. Rikarah covers the skin of her hand with the hem of her loose shirt for protection and with her covered hand, touches the girl's wrist. Yes, she can feel a pulse, though it is irregular. She continues to regard her, frowning faintly as she withdraws her hand. Most people would call for an ambulance in her shoes, but Rikarah is not most people. She begins to move the girl into a more comfortable position, careful to touch the parts of her body covered by her clothing.
 

Coffeehouse




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Heat that had absolutely nothing to do with her power flared across Adi’s cheeks, her glance darting to the red-headed woman and away rapidly. She wasn’t sure how to respond to her light-hearted attitude, fascination and paranoia warring in her mind, and she fidgeted with the hot ceramic coffee cup.


When she opened her mouth what popped out what not what she meant to say. “Why do you want to get to—never mind,” She fumbled to recover her original train of thought, feeling her field expand defensively in reaction to her confusion. “I do have fun, anyway. Just not the way most people do. I can’t, mostly.”


Adi brought the coffee cup to her mouth, but had learned from her companion’s mistake and didn’t take a sip, just inhaled the delicious aroma slowly and hiding the lower half of her face.


 
Clarity's apartment


Clarity could not help but to stare at the ring. It was almost as if he wanted her to admit who she really was. She had no idea why he was so eager to find out, he even gave her his civilian name. She nearly forgot the question he asked.


"Um, I'm Clarity, nice to meet you," She replied. Her eyes quickly met with his, then darted away. She hoped that she looked away in time. "Look, um, I have somewhere to be soon, so I cant really have anyone here," she said. The sooner she dismissed him, the better her peace of mind would be. "Once again, nice to meet you, Wade," She outstretched her hand, but she realized too late that her index finger had a mark around it, as if something was on it.
 

San Francisco: 711 Market Street, 711

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It seemed as though it was every day; whenever Anton went out for a simple walk, he always seemed to come across someone from his past, a person that he knew from his gang time. Be they friend or foe, it was never comfortable seeing them, or talking with them, when he got that chance. Being a super brought with it responsibilities, responsibilities he wasn't totally comfortable having, especially around criminals that he knew. Being a former gang member, Anton had whole new level of complexity behind his actions, even the slightest slip, and his own group, Division could turn against him.


This day was no different from the norm, a walk to the corner store had ended with a small snag. Coming to the cash with a few energy drinks and a sandwich, Anton took out his wallet, ignorant of the other customer that had entered.


Also coming to the register, the other man was wearing a hooded sweater and sunglasses that made identifying him difficult; it was but an instant that he took to unveil a handgun, bringing it up to the employee's face.


"You know what to do!" the robber bellowed, getting a raised eyebrow from the super outside his disguise.


The voice was familiar, Tyler something-or-other.


"Well, if it hasn't been a while!" Anton said jokingly, taking some cash from his wallet, a little more than he'd have really needed, and set it on the counter.


The gunman gave a sidelong glance, and moved his weapon from the cashier.


"Think you can be funny about this!?" he shouted; so he was desperate...


A keen eye could see the finger tighten around the trigger as Anton was already moving. Getting himself out of the weapon's path, Anton put a hand on the gunman's wrist, keeping it from turning back his way, and opened himself to soak up any incoming force, which caught the recoil from the first round fired. Immediately, he brought his hands to bear, punching the man in the solar plexus, and kicking his feet out from beneath him. Drawing his free hand back, Anton disarmed the perp before he even fell.


A short pause of silence as the gunman hit the floor, then the super set the gun carefully on the counter, and grabbed his purchase.


"Keep the change!" he chuckled, popping the tab of his first drink as he stepped out onto the street; these normals really didn't concern his Division, so he let the police get this one. Hopefully the ties wouldn't be traced back, it could ruin him; though this wouldn't be the first time that information from his past had gotten out.
 
Lilly couldn't help but to laugh at the girl's shyness and adorable timidness. She was growing fond of this girl at a rapid pace. She put on her silly duckface again as she looked to the topleft and pretended to be in deep thought.


" Why do I want to get to know you? Because I like girls like you. Adorable, beautiful and clearly kindhearted and pure. And screw comparing yourself to others, you are who you are, and if you have fun a different way than so be it. But just know that I can show you a world of fun that you haven't tried yet. "


" I take it you aren't used to being around people much, I say this because of my impression. I could easily be wrong though, but anyway, not being used to it...Is no reason not to do it, so open up and be my friend okay?! I promise, I won't bite! "


She said smiling, totally happy and enjoying being around this girl.


" I'm Lilly by the way, Lilly Flore. "
 

Coffeehouse




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Slightly stunned by Lilly’s steam-roller of a speech pattern, Adi wasn’t at all sure what to say, or even which comment to pick up on as a conversation point. “Lilly is a nice name,” she stammered uncertainly, thinking the woman was as pretty as the flower she was named for. “I don’t know about…all that that you said, but you’re right, I’m not really good at socializing.”


Fingers feeling slightly roasted, she put down the coffee cup and resisted the urge to find something else to fidget with, folding her hands and placing them on her lap. Taking this calm stance, she was able to meet Lilly’s eyes again and tried for a smile, but it was weak and lopsided. “I’m Adi.” She ducked her gaze for a moment and then peeked back up with a slightly more devious little smirk. “And if you did bite me, you’d probably regret it in short order.”


 
Lilly had to laugh hearthily at Adi's 'comeback' and made Lilly take her up on her offer about seeing what would come from biting her, but she resisted the urge considering it'd be pretty inappropriate...and weird... to just suddenly bite her lip, even if it would be gentle. So she just blew on her cup'a'joe and finally took the first non-oh-my-god-it-burrrnsss-sip, before replying casually.


" Well Adi, eventhough you might consider yourself not good at socializing, to me you're a natural. And maybe it was good that you didn't get to socialize as much as others, it makes you less 'experienced' in faking and makes you even more interesting. "


" Also, what's up with your power? The moment I touched you, in the rain, it was like being jolted by a bolt of lightning. But afterwards it was simply a nice tingling rushing over my skin. Does it have something to do with electricity or? "
 
San Francisco, outside Clarity's apartment


Wade stepped back in consternation. "Oh- sorry, I didn't mean to sound so..." he struggled for a word for a moment. "Forward!" he finally said, "I just thought, I might have known you from some other place, is all. You looked familiar." He decided that he really didn't know her, and also that he probably looked really, really stupid. He stepped away from the door even as Clarity offered her hand. "Uh, goodbye, then." He turned towards the stairwell, ready to make a quick escape, but her hand caught his eye...


Something suddenly clicked. Wade spun back around, saw Clarity's striking blue eyes, her hair and stature. And the indentation on her finger. His eyes widened; "Mimori?" he asked, incredulous. Well, of course! How had he not realized before? "You're Mimori!" he said. "Man, I seriously didn't expect to see you around here! What are you doing here? Well, you live here, 'course." Wade didn't seem to mind his blustering. "Hey, it's been a while!"


He didn't forget his training, however. He kept his voice down when he mentioned Clarity's code name. Maybe she was on the same mission as him?
 

Coffeehouse




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Adi laughed a little at what she felt were unfounded compliments, a pleased flush still persistent on her face. “Maybe you’re the one who’s under-socialized if I’m what you call interesting,” she said lightly, no real deprecation in her voice.


She hesitated to answer her question, it wasn’t very often that she had to explain her power, but once she decided to, she suddenly found herself eager to talk about it in a way she never had before. “It’s a static electrical field that surrounds me all the time. When it rains, or when I get wet at all, it gets stronger, it goes further. But…trust me, what you felt wasn’t lightning. That hurts a hell of a lot more.”


Seized by an unexpected desire, she reached for Lilly, trying to spread out the field like it was before, but it didn’t work and she felt the usual spark go between their hands, and grimaced, dropping her eyes. “Sorry,” she muttered, sitting back in her chair and pulling her arms around herself protectively. “I just…wanted to see…”


 
Location: Bay Area


Evangeline knew she was dreaming. It had already been apparent when the blackness wavered, replaced by the red she dreaded to see every night.


The scene before her was gruesome. The train's floors were littered with chunks of flesh that she could not even distinguish from the others. Muscle, skin and fat stripped from bone and strewn across the surface of polished floors, it almost sent her diner rushing up into her throat. And in this circle of carnage was the same small girl of 8, staring with blank opaque eyes at the blood that dripped from her fingers. The girl was in a bloodied dress, said clothing previously white, now splattered crimson.


From where Evangeline was standing, the child looked as if she were weeping. Shoulders shaking, body trembling. Though, she knew better, for the nightmares were always the same. The girl was laughing, giggling to herself, her fist just barely touching her bottom lip. But what she thought funny was beyond her. Nothing of the event was in anything close to humorous.


Next, the child turned, eyes wild, crazed as the darkness from behind her expanded into the walls of the metal cage that was the train. Her small lips were twisted into that wicked grin as she kept giggling to herself. But the tears were falling, irises swimming with grief the child showed nothing of. Evangeline took a few steps backward, even if she knew how it would end. She saw no sense in trying to elude the darkness that crawled ever closer, she would never escape. She did so anyways.


It was routine, what happened next... A black tendril closed around her ankle, yanking with force enough to slam her into the ground. The next were other tendrils, latching onto her limbs as to pin her down, tugging in all directions as if they were to rip her limb from limb. But she knew that was for later. What would come next has to occur before her body was torn apart.


The child stood over her body with that twisted smile and those grieving eyes, her palms and fingers flattened as if to form a blade of flesh. Evangeline had already seen this play out more than enough, the child plunging her hand into her chest, reaching down agonizingly slow before closing her tiny hand around her heart. She'd rip it out then laugh before the black tendrils tore her apart in four directions. Yet, she still screamed as it happened. She still couldn't have stopped herself from allowing the horrid note to rip out from her throat as the child murdered her right before her very eyes.
 
San Francisco bay area


Rikarah continues to regard Evangeline steadily, frowning. She does not feel as if it would be in good form to simply leave her be, but then, she does not want to involve humans in the affair of this girl either, even if the humans in question are only ER workers. She watches as the girl twitches and jerks; it appears she is in pain, or perhaps having unconscious delusions.


She leans closer, though still careful not to touch her, and then carefully strengthens the reflecting shields of her mind, just in case the girl happened to strike out at her in any way, should she waken.


"Miss...miss, can you hear me?"
 
San Francisco: 711 Market Street, 711





Derrick drove around in his heavily customized Honda Civic. It was inserted with Division technology. He was trying to round up all the members of his new team after coming back from his mission. The higher-ups just decided to make him the team leader this time around. It was an arduous task given the profile of his soon-to-be teammates but he wasn't daunted. He reached for a communicator and talked. It was a secure line only Division operatives know of.


"How many operatives are here in San Fran?" he said as he almost reached the nearest one.


There was a synthetic voice that made a reply to his inquiry. "There's only three identified agents in the vicinity at the moment agent Reaves." the voice replied in a semi-monotonous manner.


"Can you give me a location fix on the HIVE?" Derrick immediately asked.


There was a lot of things that was going through his head. He didn't know anything about HIVE as he was directly recruited by Division. He didn't have any relation with them. He inferred based on track records that Division and HIVE cooperated in more instances than once. It was safe to say that they wouldn't be suspicious of him if he ever approached them. He had a quick read of the situation back at base. A missing HIVE trainee to be recovered. Jason Locke was indeed dangerous but he's still a kid. Derrick believed in the principles of Division but he needed to approached this situation delicately as the results of this mission may put a serious strain on the relationship between the two organizations. Something was gnawing at his gut though. There have also been a number of disappearances. There was something telling him that this is all related.


He arrived at his destination. He was near one of Division's agents. He parked his car and exited. His dreads flew with the breeze that passed him by as he leaned on his car.
 
San Francisco: 711 Market Street, 711


Not two steps out the door and a car rolled to a stop out front. Pausing for a moment, Anton glanced at the vehicle while it's driver exited. If this was Tyler's getaway driver, he wasn't doing a very good job.


"Nice Hair!" he chuckled before taking another sip of his energy drink. Of course Anton probably looked worse, dressed up in a business suit that hadn't been ironed, with a mess of blonde on his head.


For some reason, the super felt that he should know this guy, but he couldn't remember anything that seemed even reminiscent to his appearance.


"Well, you enjoy yourself there," he continued. Deciding that he was wasting his time, Anton continued down the sidewalk to his temporary base of operations, a ratty little motel room... not much reward for being a hero.
 
The Hive: Common Room/Lounge

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Charlie got a few acknowledgements as he sat in the lounge. He had been with HIVE for almost sixteen years now, and knew most of the older members, and many of the newer members at least knew his name. He was about to get up and make himself useful, and find somewhere to leave the IDs that would be safe, and also somewhere that the new agents would easily run into them. Maybe he would leave them with someone else that he trusted, that wouldn’t mind waiting around for the tour to end. It would be over any minute now, but he was getting a little antsy.


It was then that he heard someone call his name. His codename, but it was still his, and he responded to it just the same as his name. He turned his gaze just in time to see her slide over the back of the couch. “Hey,” he greeted her simply before she questioned him about the tour he’d ditched. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, considering the fact that he’d shirked his responsibilities, pawning them off on others. “Yep.” He responded honestly. “I was, but the techs started talking about some of the machines and I couldn’t get them to stop, so I figured I’d let them take over for me. They seem to enjoy it.”


They looooved talking about their various inventions and enhancements to the building. The poor new agents didn’t like it as much. Of course, some thought it fascinating to learn about it, but even they usually found the techs exhausting after a while. They sure were proud of their work. He figured that was good though, they were hard working and always improving the building and keeping it safe. It was always difficult to motivate yourself to do something you didn’t care about, and they sure cared a whole lot.


He was about to ask the blue/green-haired girl what she was up to. She was in uniform, after all. He would have known had she been assigned to a mission since… he would have been the one to assign it, or at least would have been informed. He was the field leader, after all. Since he had become HIVE’s leader, he had delegated some of the responsibility of his job. With HIVE’s growing size, it was becoming more and more difficult for just one person to run the whole place. He was now mostly in charge of the agents and field work. Even that he left other people in charge of sometimes, but that was part of being a leader, right? Delegating? He wasn’t nearly the man his father had been, but he felt like he was doing a pretty good job.


Before he could spit his question out though, the new agents entered the room and he stood up to greet them… again. He watched the techs walk by the room’s entrance, no doubt back to their actual jobs. He gave them a small nod, silently thanking them, though it probably looked more like a ‘hey.’ He glanced over at Hazard as the new agents gathered around him, his hands waving them over. She could wait, or wander off to get to whatever she was doing, but he wanted to deal with the newbies first. They were probably eager to be free now that their tour was over. “I guess they didn’t tell you everything, I think that’s the quickest either of them have ever given a tour.” He smiled, and got a couple of courteous chuckles.


“Before I let you go, are there any questions?” He had already gone over the agent info with them before the tour, they hadn’t had any questions then, but maybe they had come up with some during the tour. Most of them remained silent, a couple shaking their heads and one giving an audible ‘no.’ Just what he had expected. After the tour, people were usually on the bored side and didn’t want to prolong orientation. “Alrighty then,” he took the IDs out of his pocket and began calling out the names on them, rather than looking at the picture and finding the face in the small crowd. He reminded them that they could ask him, or the other agents, if they needed any help or had any questions, and then set them free on the building.


He looked down at the two leftover IDs in his hand. Lilly Flore and Adi Schwarz. Hm… Had they wandered off or gotten lost? He looked back to Hazard. “So, what are you up to?” He finally asked. “Training?” Her training was difficult, due to her ability, she had to do so whenever she got the chance. He tried to at least learn the names and abilities of all HIVE members, particularly the agents. Hers had always sort of stuck out to him though, because of its interesting nature. Even after just meeting her for the first time.


Standing facing her, his fingers tapped anxiously on the IDs as he held them. At least he knew they were in the building (or at least, he’d thought he knew), but now, whenever something like this happened, he got a little nervous. It was usually nothing, so he tried not to worry too much, or to be overprotective of everyone here. He just couldn’t help it sometimes. Hazard was a good distraction though, as he watched her play with her power. “What do you have now?”
 
Derrick raised a brow after seeing someone exit from the nearby store. His semi-ragged look along with messy blonde hair immediately caught his attention. Not long after hearing him talk, the guy's face struck him. He remembered seeing his face in the files he read back at headquarters. After reaffirming his hunches by taking another look at him, he was positive. There was a bit of disappointment on Derrick's face though. "How'd he become a Division agent?" he asked himself.


"Hey, wait a second!" he called out. He ran after then in front of the guy. "Anton Macgregor?" he asked while holding his hand out. "Derrick Reaves." he introduced himself.
 
Midas. The greedy king who wished for anything h touched to turn to gold. Midas's namesake fit him well, since as he was a being of pure gold, and could turn things golden at will. He had been patrolling alleyways, looking for truly sad homeless people to assist, perhaps make their lives better through monetary gain. His body was covered in average looking clothes, blue jeans, hi-top shoes, a hoody with the hood pulled up over his near-featureless face. The shoes were covered in filth, but he didn't really care. It wasn't as if he actually needed them.


He is about to stop for the day, when he notices an oddly shaped mound of rags. He walks over to it, and kneels down next to it. He extends a gloved hand over towards them, when a kid no older than 10 darts out and flattens himself against a wall, holding a broken beer bottle between Midas and himself. Midas smiles inwardly, and pulls down his hood to reveal his pure golden face, bald head, and soft, warm smile. The kid looked as if he hadn't eaten in a while, so Midas dug into his hoody pocket for a sandwich. He pulls it out, and offers it to the kid.


The kid is shocked to see this golden man, but still wary. He takes the sandwich, and devours it ravenously. Midas reaches for a fist sized chunk of brick, turns it to gold, and hands it to the child. "Please, go to the pawn shop on Thirty-seventh and Teak Street. Tell the owner that Midas sent you. Now go on." He says, smiling as the kid dashed off with the hunk of gold. It always made Midas happy knowing that he had helped a poor soul. He stands up, brushes himself off, forgetting to put his hood back up, and begins walking down the street in the direction of his home
 
Location: Living Quarters


Reisuke Houjou, otherwise known as Shackles, awoke. His vision was still blurry. All he could see was a blinding flash of white light that came from above. Instinctively, he brought his right hand up to his eyes and shielded them from the bright light, and after a moment, he rolled onto his stomach, his face resting on the pillow. He was only awake for about 20 seconds, and he didn't have any idea of what was going on. Groggily, he forced himself to sit up, despite his body telling him otherwise. Sitting atop his bed in a cross-legged position, he surveyed the room around him. The walls of the room were painstakingly white, which only added to the dreadful effect of the lights that seemed to dance above him. He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to help him see better, but it only made it worse, causing the room to light up and then darken repeatedly. His head wobbled, and he gave away, falling sideways onto the bed. He looked down, not wanting to get back up again. Reisuke was wearing plain, light blue pajamas that matched. They were silk, and pleasant to touch. His feet were comfortable, resting under the pile of blanket that kept him warm throughout the night.


Reisuke suddenly got up again, this time forcing himself to stay awake. The room darkened, and his head wobbled again. But he stood still, and soon the room became normal again. He slowly got off of the bed, and made his way to the middle of the room, and then he stood there. There was a comfortable couch of in the corner of the room, and opposite of it was a door. Limping towards it, he rested his hand on the doorknob and leaned against the sky blue door. Damn, I'm really tired, he thought to himself. Opening the door, he made himself present in the washroom. Finding a toothbrush, his toothbrush, he brushed his teeth. And as he brushed his teeth, Reisuke thought. What am I doing here? How did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I here? It was one of those moments where you know you were just thinking about something, but then after focusing your attention somewhere else for a split second, you forget what you were thinking about. His memory was acting like that right now. He knew that he knew why he was here, but he couldn't remember a thing.


He rinsed, and then made his way outside of his room, not bothering to change. Walking aimlessly, he found himself in the lobby. Not bothering to do anything, he sat there, in his pajamas. He needed to get his facts straight, and he wondered if anybody would notice a thirteen year old boy in his pajamas.
 

The HIVE:


Common Room/Lounge

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At Charlie’s affirmative, Mary smiled to herself, feeling like she had caught the leader slacking off; at his explanation though, she more-or-less understood. The tech guys were awfully crazy about their inventions, and even the agent group usually had to sit through other explanations when they made new pieces. The brunette was looking at her, and just as she though he was going to say something, he stood up instead and her grey eyes followed his gaze to the group. It was the same group of newbies she had seen earlier except they were now missing their techs, and Lucky made a joke that it was the fastest they'd over done so. As he went into the question rounds of orientation, Hazard scanned their faces in hopes of remembering some of them, although it would probably do no good upside down.


Taking the note from herself, she slowly started righting herself as Lucky handed out the cards, straightening her body to kick off from the couch. A somewhat lazy flip resulted, and she landed on her hands and feet at the foot of the couch, cursing when she realized she almost bent her wrists the wrong way. Just as she was detaching them, Lucky looked back and asked her what she was up to, pinpointing her plans in his next off-handed guess.


Hazard nodded, noticing now that he still had two ID’s in his hand and seeing the eager new members had already left, did two of them go missing already? Charlie must have noticed her antics as he asked her what she was currently gifted with, “Wall-crawling” she stated with an incredulous shake of her head. “Not too sure how training will go…” she noted, then she clued into something that might not be there. “Why? Did you want to chat about something?” she wondered, thinking about Jason Locke and the two ID cards in his hand.


Honestly, Mary was scared of Jason…as much as the girl’s power often gave her grief, she would hate for it to be suddenly ripped from her. The new trainee had the ability, and although she was updated that he could control it, the thought of him using it for the crime syndicate caused so queasy feelings. Then again, she didn’t really know what had happened to Jason Locke, she just felt more worried about the super community then him. Which gave her somewhat of a guilty feeling, and like always, Mary never let her opinion on.
 
Clarity's apartment


Uh oh. She went too far. She could not help but to feel nervous. Her heart raced. Blood rushed to her cheeks. She had to idea how to get out of this now. In an instant fit of anger, she pulled Wade inside her apartment.She pulled her dark, limp hair from her face, and combed her fingers through the top of her head. She grabbed the chain with one finger and gently pulled the chain out of her shirt, ring and all.


"Didn't training teach you anything about secrecy?" She scolded, altering his nerves as if someone gave him a good punch in his left arm. "I'm not even sure we should be talking about this right now!" She continued, drawing down all of the blinds, curtains, and anything that prevented anyone to see from the outside. She also took another safety turn to dim the living room light, attempting to give consideration to her house guest. Well, sorta. He would have to be really careful where he walked now.


The congested room held a potpourri of items in it. Furniture was positioned askew, and boxes were sprawled everywhere. Not every box was entirely full. Some were half full, others had stuff overflowing. There were only a few patches of the hardwood floor to step on, and the smell of maple oatmeal came to greet you.


"You'll have to excuse the mess, I only moved in a few days ago," Mimori said. "And to answer your question, I'm here for the same reason you're here, the same reason we're all here." She explained. After adjusting the windows, she motioned back to Vanish, kicking whatever went in her path to the side.


She then spoke. "Sorry, for yelling," she sighed, "I'm just making sure I, let alone you, don't break the code." She sat down on the couch, and turned on the news. Vanish was welcome to sit down and watch with her. "I think I'm going to talk to one of the older members about this. What do you think?"
 
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