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Random Street/HIVE BASE




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"Thank you! Oh thank you so much."


Alexis smiled at the old woman in front of her, handing over the cat she had just rescued from the tree. The woman was beaming, glad to have her animal back with her. She had been fretting pretty badly when Alexis had walked by on her way back to the HIVE base. She had stayed over at her parents after doing a mission. She felt bad because she felt like she had missed some important things, but Alexis was sure she would make up for it. Besides her parents needed her since her grandfather had died.


On her way there Alexis stopped to retrieve the cat. She was a good climber and the cat wasn't too high. Even if she wasn't in uniform, she wasn't going to turn away the old woman's request. She helped people. It was her job as a HIVE agent, even if she wasn't Lighter at the moment.


"No worries and no rewards either. You're joy is enough for me." Alexis was half-lying. She didn't want a reward but she also had to get back to the base. So she waved goodbye and started to jog.


Alexis arrived back there, smiling at the security guard.


"Welcome back Miss Higgins."


"It's nice to be back."


Alexis went up to her room to put away the things she had. She knew she might be called to the Central Command soon.


(I put Alexis at HIVE because I just joined and so she isn't with the others. I hope that's okay. I can change my post if need be.)
 

The Hive: Common Room/Lounge -- Central Command






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As the last of the new agents trailed out of the area, likely off to see their new rooms or get something to eat, Charlie had turned back to Hazard to question her, and she answered. Wall-crawling. It made sense, considering her movements. He nodded softly in acknowledgement. "No," He answered to her question. There wasn't a whole lot on his mind he felt like chatting about.


Really, the things that were on his mind were there because he was still trying to figure them out, because the thoughts themselves weren't even fully formed. And he didn't want to burden anyone with his stress, especially at the only time he felt it begin lifting off of his shoulders. Honestly, the new agents had been a great distraction before the techs had taken over. he'd let them have their moment though, they were very proud of their hard work and they deserved a little acknowledgement, though he was sure the new agents hadn't given them much more than blank stares.


"I would offer to help out with your training, but I wouldn't even know how to help with wall-crawling." He was a good sparring partner, and often had some good ideas to help others with honing their abilities, but wall-crawling was just a 'practice makes perfect' thing as far as he could tell. Of course, most powers needed practice, but short of puting her through an obstacle course, he wasn't sure how to help her.


He was about to ask if there was anything she needed help with anyway, but before he could spit it out, a kid had approached them and asked Hazard if she could help him. Charlie smirked. He would have helped the kid, but Hazard had been the one addressed by him. He pat her on the shoulder while his other hand stuffed the IDs back into his pocket. "She'd be happy to!" He assured the kid before his blue and green haired friend could say anything, then began to leave. "Hazard, if you need help with anything, I'll probably be in Central." Command, that was... And with those parting words, he turned the corner, completely disappearing to their view. First he planned to talk to the techs and figure out where they'd lost the two new agents. They would have a heck of a time trying to get any further than the lobby without their IDs.









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Of course, the techs had been too busy with their explanations and talking about the specs of the machines in the building that they hadn't even noticed two agents disappear. They apologized, but Charlie reminded them that they weren't in charge of the agents, just the tour, and that their disappearance wasn't their fault. They were still apologetic though. So he had these IDs and didn't know where to find their owners...


One of the other new agents approached him with a little more insight into the situation. Apparently he'd overheard Charlie talking to the techs and let him know that one of the missing agents had run off in the middle of the tour, as if maybe she'd been sick. He didn't know what had happened to the other. After thanking him for the information, Charlie made good on what he'd said to Hazard and headed for central command. They would be the first to hear if there were people trying to get around without IDs in the building. He could also check their files and see if he could find any explanations. Hopefully they'd merely been bored and wandered off.
 
Location: HIVE's Cafe


She scowled as she glared at the rising steam that clouded her vision, as she found nothing else to allow her vivid violet eyes settle upon. But the room was slowly clearing. Though, the reasons behind this, whether it be the dwindling daylight that allowed them to do their jobs properly or just her overall presence, she didn't give a damn. Just as long as they did not bother her.


Of course, she was again in one of her moody states. A sort of "I'm pissed the **** off... Leave me the hell alone" sort of mind state that didn't quite fit her appearance. Though, of course, with no one to light her from the increasingly darkening feelings that dragged her bellow, she was not getting much better through time. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment


Wade eyed Clarity strangely as she moved, flustered, then tried not to stare and instead looked at the door. Perhaps she actually was expecting someone... or maybe she could tell? Mental powers and all...


He, admittedly, jumped when the door banged open. "Fuilteach..." he muttered under his breath, stumbling as he got out of the older agent's way. Wade was an absolute newbie compared to him. "You're both exposed," he said- well, that was quick, he thought. The boy leaned against a wall as the blood manipulator sealed all the possible eavesdropping places- Man, that's going to be hard to get off- and considered his question.


"Hey," he offered as soon as the man was done, light-heartedly. Fuilteach talked so formally, compared to him, serving only to make him feel more guilty about the mess-up outside. "Nice of you to join us." He coughed, and continued before anyone could comment. "I, uh, just got here in Francisco. No leads." He tried to sound more professional. "Mimori and I were hoping some other agent would know..." he cut himself off before he could add the questioning quirk to the end of the sentence, and peeled himself off the wall.


 

The HIVE


Common Room/Lounge

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The answer was a short negative and Hazard blinked before nodding her head ever so slowly, not sure if Charlie actually meant what he said. At his comment on his offer to help, she just shrugged, “I wasn’t really sure what I would have when I finished changing”. The random aspect of her ability probably annoyed her more than anything, and all she would probably end up doing is running up some walls. With a rather shallow sigh, she decided that she wouldn’t get anywhere by just standing around and was about to leave Lucky to his business. That was until someone called out to her from behind and she turned to see a boy not much younger than her.


Although, it was hard to tell when he was practically almost as tall as her, but his facial features spoke different lengths. Mary took in his dirty blond hair and watery eyes before keying in on what he had said when he approached her. Not really sure if she actually could help him or not, she looked around a little bit lost until a hand found her shoulder. Lucky chimed out that she would be happy to and she shot him a rather confused look, did he know what the blonde wanted?


Before she could say anything though, her leader had taken off with a brief mention of where he would be if she needed her. A little bit antsy, she almost took a step after him, but in the end she let him leave and looked at the boy in denim.


“Uh… What did you need?” she asked, quirking a brow under her mask


[[OoC: Mary’s in costume Suu, so she has no glasses…rather a mask that covers the top half of her face excluding her eyes.]]
 
Clarity's apartment


Mimori watched as Fuilteach sealed all the accessible heading spots in her apartment. She was surprised at such an interesting power, someone can make anything to their advantage by just using blood, how original. She heard Vanish murmur Fuilteach's name. Apparently, he hasn't taken quiet a fancy to him yet. She just appreciates him for not being called Clarity.


Following Vanish's statement, she made an attempt to respond without stammering. "Yeah," she finally spoke. "No leads yet. I actually just moved in." She trailed off, looking back at her apartment. It didn't have to take a rocket science, let alone a genius like her, to realize it.


Despite her unusual encounter, she had a feeling this wasn't a good situation to be in, so she decided to gain a slight advantage by making the cuts on his hand fester. It wasn't much, but she can certainly gain the level of pain, and the range. But this warning would be fine. For now.
 
Location: Clarity's Apartment


Fuilteach simply shook his head at the duo. He couldn't expect them both to be on the verge of the case, but no leads at all? They were all up a creek. He sighed heavily, then looked down at his hand. He felt a twinge of pain, and noticed it was festering. The pain was more than bearable, considering he was used to pain from his experimentation from the time he was imprisoned. He knew the boy was a phaser...Or was he a jumper? Either way, he knew it was the girl doing it. He glared at her, and pointed his right hand to her, his left hand to the boy. Blood from a nearby vent shot at the girl, encasing her in a casket of blood, and attempting to do the same to the boy. He knew the boy would probably escape, but they would both get the picture.


"I didn't come here to fight. But'chyer pissin' me off..." He said in a low growl.
 
Clarity's Apartment


She watched as Fuilteach shook his head at the her and Vanish's answers. She wished she could have come up with something better, but so far, her most exciting encounter was being hit by that car. All of a sudden he pointed at the two, and Mimori was being completely covered in what hardened equivalent to concrete.


What had she done? She didn't even do anything remotely harmful to him, but obviously she managed to piss him off somehow. Was it because her secret identity was revealed? Is that really involved in the Secret Society code?


She became irritated quickly, and intensified the wounds on Fuilteach's hands "If you didn't come here to fight, the what the hell do you want?" She demanded. Mimori was finally showing herself.
 
Location : Hive Cafeteria - Subject Nicolai


Nicolai calmly walked down the hallway to the elevator, water still dripping off of his hair and onto the floor. Once inside, a annoying tune that could only be described as "elevator music" began, causing Nicolai to stare fervently at the radio until he reached the Common levels. Prepared to exit the elevator, he almost barreled over a group of younger-looking wards chasing after a trio in white coats. Shaking his head and looking straight ahead, he began walking towards the cafeteria, getting several awkward glances from the wallflowers on either side. The stares were due to the primarily soulless and gaunt stare his face held during the majority of the time.


Simply holding out was leather clad hand, he pushed the cafeteria door open and began strutting down the middle aisle with the demeanor of either a prince or death row inmate. Opting for a plate of non-descript cereal and large quantity of sausage links, he picked up a glass of milk on his way to a table. Halfway across the room he felt just a tinge of blind rage emanating from the far side. Pausing to survey his surroundings, he noticed the hyper focused face of Evangeline giving ocular death threats to a bagel.


He calmly changed his course and headed her way, figuring if he sat alone, some irritating twat would sit next to him. But if he sat next to Evangeline, he'd be given a wide berth. Noticing someone repeatedly talking with their mouth full and the person next to him stealing a young ladies chair. He paused to stare at the second individual , who froze solid halfway through sitting before he rapidly vacated the seat in favor of the lady standing behind him. Nicolai then proceeded to fixate his attention on "he who speaketh with food in his mouth". He calmly stared at him until he started to speak, then firmly shoved his face into the plate full of food.


The ward stood up at turned around, ready to shout at the perpetrator. He took one look up at Nicolai's eyes and went pale. Nicolai had used what little control he had to changed his eyes to their blood stained amber and to extend canines past his lower lip, a threatening stare and grin forcing "foodface" to sit back down, completely silent.


Nicolai finally finished by approaching Evangeline's table and inclining his head at the empty seat next to her.


"Ye mind if I take a seat?"





There was a faint Lilt to his voice, belying a English or other foreign bloodline well buried under his metropolitan garb.
 
Location: HIVE Cafe


The smaller female was quite... Vexed, having not seen this male around very much. Then again, her usual strolls usually were the cause of her absence, which resulted in the little known info she held about her fellow HIVE members. She recognized this male as Nicolai, watching as the man she knew so little of force another of the mindless idiots that plagued the vacinity back into his seat with little more than a slight glare. It seemed like that from where she sat.


Of course, she'd long taken her eyes off the edibles she'd been glowering at once the slight commotion had begun, a disgusting display of table manners that man was so obviously lacking. She crinkled her nose, even after the man turned back to his table. And though, she no longer had sight of his face, she could still imagine the disgusting bits and pieces of the food sticking to the sides of his mouth.


And to the male's questioning, she offered an inviting smile that expressed none of the anger she had felt just moments before, and nodded, as if to give what he'd so nicely asked for. Which she was quite unused to, seeing as her fellow HIVE members seemed to think she carried the plague with her. How she longed to know the thoughts that cross their mind as she passed.


Evangeline broke away from her trance-like state, only to glance at the male who had, besides the Division female that had helpe her, bothered to even speak with her. But she quickly averted her gaze back to the half-eaten, semi-circle piece of bread that suddenly and strangely became unappetizing. Was it the sudden presence of an uncommon aquaintance, or was she starting to come down with a cold? None of which are nor too far fetched, seeing as she has social skills equivalent to that of a rock and she had fainted near the bay when it was in an unsuitable weather. Though, the latter didn't seem to be as likely as the other, for as many times as she had been out in the cold, she'd never seemed to get sick.


She pushed away the plate that held her bagel and allowed herself to lean back on her chair as she stared at the bread and butter that she had planned to consume. Then to the coffee she'd also planned to finish. Both of which are suddenly unappealing. She crossed her arms over her chest, slipping back to theone-sided glaring contest she had already begun with her meal.
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment


Blood, as he found, was at first very sticky, then adhesive, then, well, rock-hard. Wade had just been moving to see a news report which had caught his eye, when the trails of red had appeared at his feet. Alarmed, he tried to shake it off, but it wouldn't let him move his feet- he became unbalanced, but it wouldn't even let him fall over. Fuilteach! Wasn't he on his team? What the crap was he doing?


Keeping only half an ear on the other two, he glanced to the floor to his right, closed his eyes, concentrated, and disappeared.


Wade was in the gravity-less void that was so familiar to him by then. He felt for his jacket pocket, pulled out what could only be described as a mini hair-dryer, and blasted it to his left. He felt his movement through the meager amount of air in that place, then, estimating his position, lifted his feet slightly and jumped once again.


He landed on top of a mess of clothing, only a meter right of the blood case. He landed deftly, then spun to face the other supers. "What the hell was that for?" he found himself exclaiming, kicking the hard blood which had encased his feet only a few seconds ago. His eyes were flicking as always, gathering all the information. He noticed Mimori (blood-cased) concentrating and Fuilteach gripping his own hands, as if in pain... "Look, I don't know what's going on with you two, but for now we're on the same team and the same mission, besides. We've got enough trouble on our hands without having to fight each other!" he snapped. Wasn't he supposed to be the delinquent one? Unless Fuilteach- or Mimori for the matter- had been corrupted.... But that wasn't the case, right?
 
Location: Clarity's Apartment





Fuilteach glanced at the jumper, then back to the girl. The boy had a point. They needed to work together, and that wouldn't be achieved if they were all fighting each other, or dead. So, he simply snapped his finger and the blood returned to the vents and door, leaving no blood stains on the girl or the carpet. He slowed his blood flow to prevent the festering to quicken, then looked at the two.


"Aye, you have a point. So, we have no leads. We're in a huge city, looking for a missing person or maybe persons, and we haven't a single clue what to do. So, boyo, I want you to keep an eye on the news on the telly and holler if you see anything weird. Girl, I want you to keep a constant mental scan of the people around here, as far as you can. I want you to look for Supers. As for myself, I'm going to step outside for a smoke while I think of a better plan. Unless one of you has anything better?" Fuilteach said in length.


It wasn't the best of plans, granted, but it was all he could think of for now. His only informant was dead, and he figured these two kids didn't have anyone in San Fran. The two could prove useful for now, and Fuilteach would go on his own if they get a lead. He didn't want to endanger the two of them. His blood manipulation could get...messy, to say the least. He had already lost his mother and father, he didn't want to lose any members of his team.
 

HIVE Living Quarters/Cafeteria




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Alexis stretched as she stepped out of the shower. She shook her head, but she knew that her hair would take a while to dry. She hummed to herself as she went into her room. She had never minded sharing a room or bathroom with others during her period as a trainee, but Alexis loved having her own bathroom and room. It never got as near embarrassing as it did when she had shared.


Alexis looked at the time and decided to head to the cafeteria. She was getting hungry. Alexis debated whether to try and cover she scar. Most people had gotten use to it, but some of the new trainees stared. She never minded, but Alexis was not overly fond at being stared at while she ate.


The brunette entered the busy room and got her food. She looked around to see where to sit and headed over to a girl who was glaring at her food. Alexis knew her but not overly well.


"Hi Evangeline. May I sit here?"
 
Midas frowns as he reads the reply. The tablet never really said what section he was to be put into. He had registered, and he was given a 5 digit number, 97204. Midas types a reply, "I think I registered, I was given the number 97204, but no further information. Please meet me at the Smooth Cafe on the corner of 23rd and Aztec. It'll be easier for you to understand when I can talk face to face with someone. I'll be wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over my face, and gloves. I'll be sitting next to the bathroom."


He turns the tablet off, and walks over to his trunk, pulling it open. He grabs the sweatshirt, a pair of nice jeans, and his two favorite leather gloves. They were a pale color, the same color as human skin. He slips into the clothes, and melts his hands into the gloves, filling them. He also pulls out a small black backpack, and slides the tablet inside, as well as a small piece of driftwood. He shoulders the bag, and pushes open the door, the familiar sound of grating metal greeting as he closed it again. He begins walking towards the cafe, leaving sandy footprints behind himself.


He walks through the city, looking strange wearing heavy clothing in such nice weather. His apparel had gotten him a few stares, but otherwise went unnoticed. When he finally reaches the Cafe, only a few people were there. He takes a seat in the booth near the bathroom, and waits patiently. Midas makes a small slit in the finger of one of his gloves, pushing a small golden blade through. He pulls the driftwood out of his bag, and begins carving into it discreetly.
 
Clarity's apartment


Mimori sighed in relief as the casket of blood seeped back into the vents. Now that she thought about it, locking her in a casket wouldn't directly protect him from her power until she drains out. Unless he found a way to make that process happen quicker. She made Fuilteach's wounds stop festering, and in fact numbed them for a few seconds. It was the least she could do.


As Fuiltech talked, she found it best to ignore her girlish tendencies for the time being and focus on the mission. It would be seen as ignorant if someone started a "he/she started it!" argument. She had no problem with following the wishes of people older than her, but she wished he at least had the courtesy to ask for her, and Vanish's name.


"Sure." She finally said, after attempting to think of a better plan. She had nothing. "That may be the most legitimate 30-second plan ever devised, but what else do we have to go on, huh? She mumbled.
 
Smooth Cafe


Reading Midas's message, Rikarah shrugs, then changes direction, turning to make her way to the Cafe. She worked at a similar one when she was younger and occasionally drops by this one, having grown accustomed to the environment and enjoying herself in it.


As the message sender had indicated, she soon sees a young man in gloves and with a black hood pulled over his face sitting alone in a booth towards the back, and she takes her time in joining him, her walk almost a saunter. She is dressed in street clothes, a black strappy tank top and skinny jeans, and as she slides into the booth across from him, she smiles in a friendly fashion even as her eyes are intent, scrutinizing him.


"Hello. You would be the one requesting the tour."
 
Midas looks up from his carving, "Yeah, I don't know where to go. I apologize for not allowing you to see my face in public, it would attract too much attention."


He stands up, and slips his driftwood carving back into his bag. He motions for her to follow him to somewhere more private, so they could not be overheard. He leads her to a back room, and pulls down his hood, revealing his metallic golden face, and hairless head. He looks at her, "The reason I asked for a tour was that I just... don't know how these things work. I just found this tablet in my home one day, and it made me fill out some sort of questionnaire. After I finished, it gave me that number, and it let me to access assignments, missions, things like that. I have only talked to you so far, and I still know little about this... organization. Not a clue as to where the headquarters is." he says, pulling out the tablet. "So, yeah, can I have a tour?"
 
Smooth Cafe


Rikarah's eyes scan over Midas's face, carefully taking in its exterior, and she glances down at his hands as well before looking back up at him, her voice neutral. "That can probably be arranged, yes. Tell me about your powers. How long have they been in existence, and how much control do you have over them? How old are you?"
 
"Well, I have fairly decent control over my powers. I'm amorphous, living liquid gold. I can also turn matter into gold, and absorb it. I mostly use it to turn garbage into gold so the homeless can use it to get back on their feet. I've existed for 16 years, I was created in a military experiment. My name is Midas, it fits me well. I can make any type of melee weapon, like clubs, blades, and so on." He says, pulling off the rest of the gloves. His hand melts, and elongates into a long, sharp, sword-like projection. He shifts it back, and slides his gloves hack on. "That's pretty much it."
 
Smooth Cafe


Taking this information in, Rikarah nods, continuing to show an interested if distant smile. "I see. So you do not age then? Tell me, Midas, have you ever worked in any form of an organization before? How have you gotten along over these past sixteen years?"
 
"No, I don't age. I'm not sure if I can even die, since I'm not living in the strict sense of the word. I've managed fairly well, I live in an old boat house on the beach near Alcatraz. It's a little run down, but it's fine for me." He shakes his head, "No, I've never been part of an organization before. I guess I've just managed to stay hidden. When I first became animated, it was hard, but eventually I learned to cover myself." He says, pulling at the hood.
 
Smooth Cafe


Rikarah nods again, her lips thinned, eyes thoughtful, as she continues to regard him. She runs her fingers through her hair and shakes it back slightly from her face before replying.


"Tell me about your reasons for wishing to join one of our organizations. What would be the goal or aim?"
 
"Erm... Reasons? I don't really have... a reason." He rubs his neck, and continues, "I guess I just want to be a part of something. Sure, I help hundreds of homeless people each year, but I want to do more. I want to protect humans, save them before they can be harmed, and help them when they are in need. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I want to be a hero." He says, looking down, now embarrassed by what he had said. It sounded like a childish dream that had no hope of coming true.
 
Smooth Cafe


"Being a hero" had hardly been Rikarah's goal in joining Division, and this was clearly reflected in the job she had been given. Receiving immunity for past crimes while simultaneously being given a license to openly use her powers and kill had been more along her rationale for joining. Simply wanting to do good is an interesting concept to her, and she tilts her head, her lips twitching.


"I see." She is silent for a few moments, then adds, "I will see what I can do." She stands then, smoothing her hand over her legs, and raises an eyebrow. "Coming?"
 
Best Western entrance


Parking the car cleanly, he turned off the vehicle. "We're here." he told his colleague. He opened the car's door and stepped down. He didn't bother locking the car since it was built with an AI. A light started to scan the other passenger. "Don't worry, it's just identifying you." he told the blonde. As soon as the other occupant would leave his seat and close the door, the car would automatically lock itself. He took a look at the facade of the building. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. "So this is the place." Derrick commented before he made his way inside.


A few steps inside and scanned the place for his colleague.
 
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