Masked | RP

Smooth Cafe; heading out to randevue with Division allies


"Here's the tip for that coffee, Jacob." Hiroshi said to Jacob, the manager of the cafe, and a good friend of his. "Hiroshi, you don't have to give me a tip." The man chuckled, looking through the money. "Thirty bucks?!? But it's only three dollars for the coffee!" Jacob told Hiroshi, surprised of his generosity. "Keep it, you deserve it more than I do." Hiroshi told him, as he makes his way to the door. "Hiroshi.." Jacob called out. Hiroshi stopped, holding the handle of the door, but didn't turn to look at Jacob as he called his name. "Thanks, for keeping things in shape here, I really owe you for the money." Jacob said. "No need to thank me, Jacob." Hiroshi said, as he opens the door, and walks out of the cafe.


Moments later, after heading out of the cafe, Hiroshi heard Vidic respond to him over the communicator. He tapped onto his bluetooth communicator. "Yeah, I'm running a little late than usual. I just noticed I was assigned to this when I was back at HQ. And yup, I brought those two things, I'll put them on in a second." Hiroshi said, as he puts on both the iris-cam and the throat-mike, then heard Vidic give out co-ordinates for the whole team to meet up. "Oh and I'm heading there right now, good timing." Hiroshi said, making his way to the location Vidic had described for them. Hiroshi noticed that it was only a short walk from where he was at, looking at his radar watch. So, he started walking down a few streets, waited for a couple of cars to pass through, and continued walking to the location. After the walk, he finally made it, there were a lot of buildings there, but one seemed.. abandoned, maybe. That building was the middle of the three buildings in front of him. "So.. this is the place." Hiroshi said to himself, staring up at a building, as pedestrians walk by him. He then heads towards the door of that building. Once inside, he tapped onto his communicator again. "Alright, I'm at the randevue point, I'll wait for everyone to get here once I'm at the roof, I'll keep you posted if anything else comes up as I wait." Hiroshi said, confirming his location as he walks up the stairs. As he made it to the top floor, noticing that the building was six stories high, he opened a door to the roof. Finally, once he made it to the roof top, he found a huge stone brick, and sat on it, staring at the sky, as he awaits for the rest to come.


 
Midas shrugs off the garbage, and dusts his clothes off. He walks over to Reflectra, and says, "Really? Well, that was faster than I had expected. So, I still have little information on Division. Do I have to wear a costume or something? Is there a chain of command, or are we all equal? Who is in charge?" His mind spins with questions, but he remains silent, waiting for her to say something, anything.
 
Outside Alley


Rikarah has not yet introduced herself to him by her name as well as her superhero name, and she does so now, reaching out to shake his hand. Given her power of reflection, she is not worried that he will turn her skin to gold.


"My name is Rikarah Pallaton," she informs him. "You will receive information in good time, as seems fit to dispense it. I did not yet say you have joined our ranks, and you have not. At this point, I am willing to give you a trial basis membership, but most do not in the end earn a placement. We do have costumes, but they are obviously not to be worn at all times, as I am not wearing mine now. There is a chain of command to a degree, but we are also self sufficient and self monitoring."
 
San Francisco - Clarity's Apartment, Main Street

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Once he and Fuilteach were done tying the large Super up, he stepped back for a moment, looking over the handiwork. It looked like it would hold, for awhile, even with one with powers such as those they were going against.


Thinking to himself a moment, he tried his best to run over each scenario in his head as he usually did, however, the lack of sleep was beginning to effect his quick thinking. Fighting back the urge to remove his mask and rub his tired eyes, he was rocketed from his thoughts at biting ring of a phone.


Snapping his head to the other room, he heard the girl speak, greeting her mother. The masked man simply sighed and shook his head. What the hell had he gotten himself in to with all of these people? This was not the Shadow Society that he'd signed up for originally - not the one he'd been following and researching years before his joining.


Trying to shake the thought away, he did his best to remain optimistic, at least in his thoughts. Perhaps there was reason for them being in the SS afterall, but Plague had yet to see anything concrete. He would simply have to see in time. For now, he would wait until the girl got off the phone. Eventually, they would need to introduce themselves - to him at least.


Hearing the Super stir and speak, he moved quickly into the other room just as Fuilteach shut the door and... did something to it, kicking the other. Watching silently, Plague did not even wince as the other male began torturing the Super. He did frown behind his mask, however, at how quickly the violence escalated. He wondered if Fuilteach remembered that they were in a simple apartment building and not some warehouse. This would have suited the latter much better.


Still, Plague did not stop the other, simply watching with his continued frown. This sort of torture was indeed effective, but he much preferred his way of torture; twisting the person's mental state, making them fear him. It usually made much less of a mess and was easier to conceal. The way Fuilteach was operating had began to grate on him as he watched. The other seemed to take such pleasure in his 'technique'.


It was effective, however, proving its' worth as the Super finally talked, speaking of a man named Rico at the Innerfog. Eyeing Fuilteach, Plague spoke gruffly. "There. You've gotten enough information. We should finish this elsewhere, however. Our current location is not exactly... suited for these types of things, wouldn't you agree?" he asked, a hint of his accent seeping through, even with the strange echoing tone in his voice.
 
The Lounge





"For good?" Reisuke asked, but he knew that Hazard was serious. "Scary." Reisuke shivered, whether it was from the cold atmosphere that naturally gathered around him or from the thought of encountering Jason and losing his ability to make it cold, he didn't know. But he shivered for the sake of shivering.


"My name?" he let the question roll off of his tongue. "It's Houjou. Reisuke Houjou." he told Hazard. "It's a Japanese name. And I'm an agent."





Quickly changing the subject, he decided to ask, "So, what are the... er... important people of the HIVE doing about Jason? Are they hunting him down?" And were they supposed to help, the agents and trainees? And how would they help out. Certainly there wasn't a little booth saying 'Come Help Us Look For Jason'. You must have to be called on. "Maybe I'd like some practice before I go villain hunting..." he chuckled at the thought of him chasing down some guy while at the same time running away from him to keep him from stealing his precious powers.


"Any way to practice? I mean, controlling your powers?"
 
Location: HIVE Cafe


Eva noticed the slight hesitation of her voice, her brows furrowing in the realization that she had no such knowledge that she had actually been one of the people Evangeline had been able to sit and speak to. The female smiled, reassuring and pleasant as slowly rose from her seat. Ebony locks fluttered about, which was strange despite her slow movements, lingering in the air as if it were reluctant to fall back to onto her shoulders. She motioned towards the door of the cafe, an exit, as if to say "after you." A clear indication that she indeed wanted to work along side the female.
 

HIVE Cafeteria/Hallway




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Alexis beamed on the inside. She had not made too many friends within HIVE in her period of being here. Some people were put-off by her scar, others by her ability which she did not shy away from using. Alexis didn't mind, but it was pleasant being able to work with someone after quite some time of working alone. She headed out of the cafeteria and turned to Eva.


"So what is your power by the way. There are so many people to keep track of, I sometimes forget."
 
Location: Exiting Cafe, Hallways


Evangeline allowed a slight smile, raising her hand towards the female as if to grab at her face. Though, contact was not made, her arm just hung, suspended in the air as it she'd frozen her own body. And the motion seemed purposeless. Eva drew back, her hand closed in a fist as if it held within its grasp an object.


"I'm a shadow user..." She spoke, softly as though she should be ashamed, holding out her hand. She unfolded her fingers slowly, as if hesitant to allow it to be seen. And at the center of her palm was the pitch black of butterfly wings, slowly opening and closing as if alive. The dark creature crawled about her hand, as if to find an exit.


Evangeline motioned to the floor, where the shadows of the female should have been draped upon the light colored tiles. But, instead, the shadow was absent, taken away by the other female's own shadow as she had held out her hand.
 

Hallway




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Alexis was surprised, not at what Eva told her, but at what she showed her. She saw that her shadow was missing and panic flooded her. Alexis closed her eyes and tried to remain calm. She didn't want Evangeline to worry. Alexis had just made a friend. She didn't want to lose her.


"That's...that's incredible. I've never seen that before," she said, her voice soft. She tried a smile. "Makes my power seem a bit lame. I have pyrokensis." Aleix looked down at her absent of shadow. "That's not permenant right?"
 
Location: Hallway


She let out a laugh at this, dismissing the shadow-butterfly from her grasp, the said insect dissapating into the air as if it were just an illusion.


"Your shadow comes back as soon as you move... It's never permanent."
 
San Francisco; Clarity's apartment on Main


Mimori was glad she hung up the phone when she did. She didn't want to have to explain the battle sounds to her mother. She took a quick glance at Plague as she walked in, and the door became sealed by Fuilteach. He didn't seem entirely happy with the current situation, and she assumed answering the phone didn't help much either. She knew that Plague was the oldest of this small group, and she definitely knew she had to prove herself to him, as well as the others.


After Fuilteach kicked the super, he motioned her and Vanish to leave the room. Respecting his wishes to an extent, Mimori walked back into the kitchen area (she lives in a loft, so it's an open floor plan) to look for something else to eat. As soon as she made it behind the counter, she noticed the safety pin in Fuilteach's hand heading straight for the Super's eye. All she could could do was grimace as the safety pin dug in. Her stomach lurched as blood spewed from the site, to the point where she could no longer take it anymore, and ducked behind the counter. Screw these girlish tendencies, this guy is psycho! Mimori thought, cringing. She definitely did not want to get on Fuilteach's bad side. She heard the super's screams being muffled, and appreciated the courtesy for a bit. Now able to focus a little better, she opened her refrigerator and peered inside. She found the tuna salad she made last night, looked for a fork in the dishwasher, and tries to find her happy place as she ate. After a few bites, she quickly caught the phrase Fuilteach recited in his heavy Irish accent. You have got to be kidding me...


After a series of muffled screams, some blows being landed, and a gruesome tearing sound followed by a small retching sound, the super finally cracked. As he told Fuilteach what they needed to know, Mimori stood up with her bowl half full, and a piece of salad being chewed in her mouth. She looked at Fuilteach and the super in the living room, covered in blood. She also noticed one of the super's ears were mutilated. Followed by an impulsive gag, similar to having one's tonsils hit, she immediately swallowed the remaining tuna salad in her mouth, and spoke.


"Well, that was incomprehensibly uncalled for," she replied, "but, at least he's not lying."


Mimori noticed Vanish had a cadaverous look upon him. She began to take a jug of water and a box of baking soda from the refrigerator. She poured the water into a glass cup, sprinkled in a pinch of baking soda into it, and dissolved it with a spoon.


"He's not telling you everything, though. But here is definitely a bad place to do any more." Mimori added, handing the glass of water to Vanish.


Mimori turned back to the added mess in the living room, from all the blood. She stepped forward, crossing her bare arms.


Mimori's solid blue eyes were fixated on Fuilteach as she recalled the quote he recited. "You don't expect me to clean this mess up, do you, Leprechaun?" But before she could wait for an answer, the super looked up at her.


"You," Supercreep began, "You set me up, you insignificant little b****!" He growled. He spat blood on her boot.


Mimori looked down at him, and kicked the man in the face, shattering his nose even more than it already was. She kept her face steady as she executed the powerful strike, despite the fact it was quite an epic moment for her.


She felt that her powers seemed to affecting her personality. Clarity certainly wouldn't say some of the things Mimori does. She would also not do most of what she does. She was afraid it was beginning to make her express pomposity, just like her aunt and cousin. But, she thought, it's only Mimori that's extroverted, not Clarity. So it would be safe to simply call it confidence. As she carried out this pensive journey, she walked back to the counter to finish her salad.
 
Location: Clarity's Apartment





Fuilteach was still taken aback a bit from what the Super had said. The informant looked like Fuilteach? What did that mean? He walked into the living room, biting his thumb as he thought. He looked at Mimori when she spoke and gave a simple "Hm?" when she asked him a question. He didn't really hear her. He was too focused on thinking. He quickly unsealed the door and opened it, looking at the group.


"I'm heading to Innerfog. I need to get to the bottom of this. Don't care who follows me, if anyone. I'll text if anything happens. If you don't get a text from me tonight, I'm either drunk, kidnapped, or dead. See you later." Fuilteach said in a casual tone as he exited the apartment.


Fuilteach walked down the stairs and looked out onto the street. At least the rain had died down a little. He sighed lightly and walked out. He remembered the way to Innerfog and took several side streets and alleyways to get there. On the way, he saw a little thrift store. Before going into Innerfog, he stopped in the store, bought a pair of camo pants and a black shirt and changed into them. He threw his clothing away in a dumpster around back of the building and continued to the bar. Upon entering, he looked around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He sat at the bar and ordered an Irish Whiskey, waiting for...Something to happen.
 

The HIVE;


Lounge

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Although Hazard was sure he got her point, she nodded to the rhetorical question anyways and was just as surprised as he was. The boy really seemed to be clueless to the happenings of HIVE and she found herself wondering why. At least he knew his name, Reisuke, although he gave no alias despite also claiming to be an agent. The girl scanned his face more clearly, trying to picture him with a mask when the younger of the two asked a daunting question.


“I’m not exactly sure what Lucky’s thinking…” she noted, shrugging uselessly, “It’s really up to him what to do” she finished. It was a hard decision too, as none of them were really sure where he had gone and with time passing the fact he was missing became all the better news. Gossip of how he was starting an evil regime started or how he was kidnapped and was now being tortured. Mary found it all to be a little frustrating, and she had to convince herself Charlie knew what he was doing. Which was easy to do when she had known the man as their leader for her duration of her time here, not knowing the old director most spoke of.


The boy had noted something about training during her thought reverie and she finally clued in to the fat he was talking. A moment’s pause before, “Yeah, we have a training room…” she noted, pointing in the obscure direction. “I can show you?” she offered, then finally, as an afterthought, “…but you really don’t know where it is?” Maybe it was one of the super minds tugging on the kid’s memory, but Hazard was a little more suspicious. Making a little note to herself, she started to make her way to the training room, expecting the kid to follow.
 

HIVE Hallway/Central Commnad




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Alexis nodded and felt a little stupid. She didn't know that and she shouldn't have, but she still felt stupid. As she continued on her way to Central Command to request permission to look, she began to talk again.


"You know I can be helpful towards you. Flames can cast bigger shadows and I am never without a fire." Alexis smiled and saw that they had arrived. She took a deep breath and entered. She knew that most likely they would be allowed to search, but there was always the doubt to be turned down.
 
The Hive: Central Command

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Charlie had ditched Mary and found his way to central command. He was thinking it was about time to round up all of the agents and tell them what was going on, and what it meant to them. At the moment he was looking over the file they'd kept on Jason, quadruple checking to make sure he hadn't missed anything. He'd tried calling Jason's cell phone, and he'd called his parents, then promptly assured them that he was sure their son had just stayed with some friends for a few days and that they had nothing to worry about.


Needless to say, the probably wasn't true, he just hadn't the heart to tell them that their son was missing. Maybe telling them was the right thing to do though. If not because his parents deserved to know, then at least because it might yield a lead that he could follow. He and some of the oldest HIVE agents had started scouring the city, but there was a lot of city, a lot of people, and an awful lot of places Jason could be. So far, nothing.


He perked up when he heard someone enter the room and his eyes found their way over to the two girls. Placing the paper he had been reading back in the file and closing it, he offered a welcoming smile, stuffing the file back into its home in a file cabinet and closing it up. He tried his hardest to remember their names, and they were right on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't quite reach it.


"Fire and shadows," He settled for their powers instead. If nothing else, he could place agents' powers with faces. He spent so much time thinking about them, they just naturally stuck with him better. "How are you two doing today?" He questioned. It seemed much more polite than 'What are you doing here?' but that was what he'd really wanted to ask.


Central command wasn't a place people really came 'just for the heck of it.' Maybe Charlie himself was an exception, though he always found some work he could do. There was always something.
 
The Lounge





"Yeah, you can show me," Reisuke said with a slight smile, the kind where only one of the corners of his lip is turned upwards. He chuckled, and followed Hazard as she supposedly led him towards the training room. He wondered how it might be like. Maybe there were all types of things, for different types of powers. If that was true, then Reisuke would have all the equipment he would ever need to practice. "Thanks. For, the third time, I think," he said, struggling to keep a conversation going. hazard seemed friendly enough. But he didn't know much about her.


"Hey, what's your power?" asked the now curious Reisuke. With a name like Hazard, she must've had some awesome, kick-ass power. Or, that was what Reisuke assumed. As a way to occupy himself, he let little swirls of cold air float around his hands, and he moved them around slihtly, as if getting the feel for them. He then suddenly moved his hand in a circular motion, letting the snow move around his hand like a planet speeding around the sun. Occasionally, he would let the snow go and it would hit the floor. Once it even hit a woman walking by. He sniggered as the woman yelped from the cold, but looked away when she turned to him, hiding a smile.
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment


Wade, after a moment, found a seat and sat down, feeling miserably. There was a small stool near the TV, which sufficed nicely.


In a rare moment of stillness, he watched blankly as Mimori returned, managing not to wince when she kicked the man, listened as Plague spoke, and waved half-heartedly when Fuilteach left. Mostly, he was just trying to not look at the mangled body, and figuring out what to do next. He wasn't being much of a help, was he? He had threatened their cover, humiliated himself, and almost thrown up on Mimori's carpet at Fuilteach just doing his job, albeit with more vigour than might have been necessary. He tapped his foot, gaze darting about. Should he follow the blood manipulator? No, he'd probably had enough to do with Fuilteach for the day.


He glanced at the blood-encrusted vents, and quickly at the floor before him. Fuilteach had also seemed to have forgotten to clean up.


He held the glass of water from Mimori, looking inside. Baking soda? Deciding to trust Mimori (it's not like she'd want to poison him) he brought it up and sipped from it. He grimaced at the taste, but swallowed, and took another gulp quickly. He looked distastefully at the glass, and set it down. He could drink it later.


He usually didn't care much what others thought of him, but here, he felt different. He was supposed to be a super, and was supposed to be helping search out the crime syndicate, but instead he was here drinking baking soda. So he stood, and offered, "Uh, I had an article pulled up on my phone earlier. A string of minor but noticeable crimes, but each more bizarre and unlikely than the one before. Mostly stealing or robbery." He quoted directly from the text he had skimmed. "Whoever's doing it seems to be trying to attract attention. Uh, they did benefit from the crimes, mostly money, but really... Why do you need to turn a dozen cars over on their backs to steal their valuables?" He dug his phone out of his jacket pocket.
 
"Good, we're walking to that location and try not to attract to much attention." He gathered himself, composing himself. "Bring everything you might need. Anything could happen."


Derrick strutted out of the room and looked back and waited for them to follow. He figured that they needed more information about Jason Locke and HIVE. He didn't encounter anybody in his bingo book either. "Come on guys, we don't have all day." he said out loud. "I wanna get this over with." he continued.


He went on ahead to the front door of the building. He looked around as he waited for his colleagues.
 

The HIVE;


Lounge to Training Rooms

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They made it to the elevator by the time Reisuke had thanked her a third time and she nodded slightly, Mary was supposed to be heading there anyways. The elevator chimed for their floor and she was happy to see it empty, climbing in and digging out her ID card as the door closed. It was then that the boy had asked the inevitable, about the powers that she had been gifted with. With an idle glance at his face, she stuck the card into the scanner and waited a moment until the elevator beeped.


First double checking the fact she did indeed have her communicator, her hand slid over the wall opposite the buttons. Finding the button hidden among the flat service, she pushed it and the elevator lurched and then started descending. Now able to pull out her ID card, she did so and turned back to the boy behind her. Mary had certainly left him waiting and she sighed, more to herself, “I’m a Power Randomizer” she noted. “…I can have any power…at any given time” she restated, flexing her hand again. This one was sticking around a little bit longer then the last, oddly enough…


“Right now it’s wall-crawling” she noted, shrugging.


The elevator finally seemed to slow to a stop and shook a bit as the door opened to reveal the creepy sub-basement of HIVE. Each of the rooms in front of them were old prison cells that held all those that HIVE used to detain. It seemed Division now took over that duty and they had 12 spare rooms that were all super-proof, meaning a great training area. Hazard always found the area creepy, as there were still inmates near the back of the floor and she hoped Reisuke picked a front training room. Finally stepping out of the elevator, she gave a deep sigh and briefly heard the sounds of others training.
 
Plague looked back as Mimori kicked the Super with a crunch and Fuilteach unsealed the door, not answering his earlier question. Instead, the other looked almost concerned and surprised at what the Super had said about the informant. At his words, the masked man shook his head and scowled behind his mask. "So, you're just going to leave us with your f#$king mess?" he snapped from behind his facial covering, clenching his gloved hands into fists and trying his best not to slam a hand into the wall of the girl's apartment. "I would not have joined if I would have realized I'd be surrounded with this sort of... lack of discipline!"


The man stood there for a long moment, collecting his thoughts and giving a tired sigh. He turned, giving a look toward Mimori and the jumper boy. "I am sorry for the outburst. Please, if you have any cleaning supplies, I will help to clean up this... mess before I go to follow Fuilteach," he stated plainly, moving down toward the 'body' and taking off a glove. He checked the other's pulse, frowning. "It would appear he is either dead or very close to it. After cleaning up all of this, how do you two suppose we should deal with the issue of this body?"
 
Location: Innerfog


Fuilteach continued waiting at the bar, finishing his fifth whiskey. He kept a keen eye out, however, looking for anything out of the usual. He was caught off-guard, however, when someone walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder three times. This made Fuilteach jump and look behind him quickly. What he saw made his skin crawl and a cold sweat break out on him. He was sobered up VERY quickly by the sight of the black figure that had busted him out of the containment facility in America. The figure quickly materialized, revealing a face that looked a lot like Fuilteach. The face wore a friendly grin and the man stood in a very non-threatening manner.


"And how're ye doin', Connor?" The man asked, his voice soft and friendly.


"How do you know my name?" Fuilteach asked.


"And how do ye not know mine? The same lady named us, brother!" The man revealed.


Fuilteach was taken aback by this. That was impossible...He didn't have a brother! ...Did he? He didn't know. He was so young when the accident happened and he was taken away, but surely he'd remember if he'd had a brother. But how did this man know his real name? He hadn't revealed it to anyone, not even the SS. Maybe someone from the Irish hospital he was in, but that was unlikely. So many questions, so many possibilities.


"Brother..? That's impossible." Fuilteach mumbled and took another drink of his whiskey.


"No, no no. Improbable. Y'see, I've been followin' ye fer a while now. I know about that secret society o' yers, all yer friends, all that!" The man chided on.


"Shut up! Let's go outside, NOW." Fuilteach said, walking to the door quickly after slamming a $50 on the counter.


Fuilteach exited the bar and walked toward an empty alley. He looked behind him, but the man wasn't following him. In fact, no one was looking. So, Fuilteach jumped toward the wall to the right of him, then bounded to the wall on the left of him, then back to the right, until he reached the roof of Innerfog. He sighed lightly and rubbed his temples, thinking as he did so. So many questions raced through his mind, but it was quickly interrupted by a voice behind him.


"So, what'cha wanna talk 'bout, bro?" The man asked.


This caused Fuilteach to jump and spin on his heel, pulling out his knife and readying it. The man walked toward him, making Fuilteach very nervous. The man had a calm look on his face and got within inches of Fuilteach. He had had enough. Fuilteach slashed at the man, but the knife seemed to simply go through him, leaving no damage and no blood on the blade. Fuilteach furrowed his brow and tried again and again. Again and again, nothing. One final slash, and the man seemed to materialize and grabbed his arm and held it.


"Who the hell are you?!" Fuilteach demanded.


"I already answered that question. My name is Sean. Your name is Connor. Our last name is Albright. Your power is blood manipulation. Mine is Ghosting." Sean said in a very serious manner.
 
"So, where is everyone? You said that we'd be joined shortly, but nobody has shown up." Midas says, shifting his weight from one foot to the other impatiently. He sees the wire he had stabbed sparking, and walks over to it. He turns a section of the rubber into gold, molds the gold around the wire, then turns it back to rubber. sits on the ground against the wall, and changes his hand into different shapes, from blades and barbed spearheads, to flowers and miniature trees.
 
Walking before alley


Rikarah raises an eyebrow at Midas, her lips quirking slightly. "Patience."


She speaks again into her com, her voice low so as not to allow for Midas to overhear. "Repeat, Reflectra speaking, we are located at coordinates 5-3-45. At what location will we meet?"
 
Location: HIVE Hallways


Of course, she was never one to question authority. Evangeline knew better to do so, but she'd always been independent. With life and her own jobs. Now the Head Command, whoever he/she was, having never met the person, had never really given her a job other than standard patrolling. Which, of course she had no trouble with. Only she thought it bothersome and quite unneeded. She never did like standing around with nothing to do but stare down empty streets. And it seemed to her that asking for a job like this would only result in a "trusted" HIVE member to watch over her every unstable move. One she'd very well like to strangle, seeing as most who are "dutiful" seemed to really bring about a rise in her temper.


Her mouth was mid-way to parting, just to allow a request to which will never quite make it out. they'd already made it through the door, and the command seemed to be looking at them with question within his eyes, expecting the answer she knew her mouth cannot provide. And it took for her only moment to realize that her shadows were reacting once again, flickering, writhing as if angered. For a reason no one else would notice but her.


Her presence was among them, and though it had only been an hour or so since her last appearance, the woman was back.


Her cold hand was once again upon her shoulder, making holes anew with her blackened claws on her shirt, sinking into her flesh. Evangeline, of course, was silent as the female whispered words only audible to her. Words familiar and ever present in the darkness of her mind. One of which drove a spear into her heart... Even if she knew not the cause of this.


Murderer...


Her madness seemed to have no origin. The only suspected culprit, of course, was her lost past. To which she had no such memory of. And though, she knew Alexnor the command could not see the woman which lingered just behind her, she knew that the wounds were visible to her eyes. Which, of course, she'd question.


And instead of allowing her thoughts to linger upon the subject, she swerved away from the door, turned towards the other super and smiled her best, as if to cover what had just played, and kept replaying in her mind. She tugged Alex towards the parting corridors, just toward the left, mumbling with voice soft and almost unheard. As she flashed Charlie a smile which seemed to have been meant for a silent apology.


"I'm sorry to interupt... We'll just be going."
 
At randevue point


"Affirmative, Derrick. And don't worry, I'm pretty sure I wasn't seen by anyone when I entered the building. Oh and I brought some radar equipment from headquarters, these should be useful. I'll keep you guys posted if anything else happens, just try to come here without getting into any trouble." Hiroshi said, as he stood up from the stone brick. He then walked close to the edge of the building, where a small wall; up to his waist, was there on the edge so no one would easily fall over. He just stood there, staring at the sky, remembering of a few things that stayed back in Russia. He looked down, and sighed. As he leans on the wall, watching the pedestrians walk by near the building. Staying here in America, he thought it would help him to get away from all of his troubles that had happened back at Russia.. But those nightmares just keep coming back to him.. Haunting him, day and night. He closed his eyes, and slowly shook his head. He stayed there, with his eyes closed for a while. I can't keep living in the past.. I have to wake up.. Hiroshi thought to himself.


Then, he opened his eyes, and looked back up at the sky. He then heard Rikarah over the communicator, who was asking for what the location of their randevue point is, then told the team her location as well. He heard her co-ordinates, he recognized it. And then he quickly turned around. He walked to the other side of the roof, and looked over from the edge, down to the street. He saw Rikarah, and that possible new recruit she was talking about. They were there, outside of the alley, in perfect view. Hiroshi then tapped onto his communicator.


"Destroyer here, yeah I can see you, Reflectra. Look straight from the alley entrance, across the street, and then look up, right ahead of you, the six story building. It isn't far from where you're at, a short walk will probably do. Just try to make it here in time, I'm pretty sure the others are on their way. The building I'm in is the abandoned one, the middle of the three buildings here at this block. Just go up the stairs when you get here, because the elevator doesn't work. Once you reach to the top, there should be the exit door to the roof, I left it opened, so don't worry about that." Hiroshi told Rikarah. After he finished, he then went back to the other side of the roof from where he was at, and leaned on the wall again. Only to look up at the sky again, and to await for his allies to arrive.
 
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