Masked | RP


HIVE Central Command




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Alexis smiled at Charlie though she didn't like being referred to by her power. Still she ignored that feeling suddenly shy as she was put on spot. She looked at Eva and then nodded. They came here to ask permission to look for Jason. Now that they were here, Alexis didn't feel like they should just turn back. Besides she didn't feel like they would be denied. There was a possibility, but Alexis knew she was willing to take it. If they did get turned down, Alexis would find another mission to do.


"We're doing fine. Um...we came here to ask permission to go look for Jason."
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment


Mimori gave a death glare to Fuilteach as he left. "So he seriously isn't gonna clean this up," she said rhetorically. Plague's reaction and his statement of "lack of discipline" made her even angrier. She swiftly walked to the front door, boots thunking heavily on her concrete floor, and slammed the door shut. That was the fourth time her door slammed today. She heard Plague calm down a little, and declare the condition of the super. "Great. So now there's a dying super in my house?!" Mimori growled, suddenly feeling a tingle directly at the vented of her forehead. She sent a mental message to Fuilteach immediately after her statement: "Smooth move, asshole."


Mimori quickly entered her room and emerged with an armful of towels, an old leather jacket, and a bottle of peroxide. She dropped the towels on the floor and went into one of her boxes. Inside was a crate resembling a survival kit. She pulled out a switchblade and prepared to tear the jacket into strips. She then tied the strips length-wise, creating a long belt. She tied the belt onto the super's arms, slung the free end over a reinforced panel on the apartment's ceiling, then tied the end to a heavy globe she brought with her. She jumped high, grabbed the belt on the globe's side, and allowed her and the globe's weight to pull the super up, and to bring Mimori back to the ground. Mimori tied the extra length of leather she obtained to the globe. Only the super's knees and below touched the floor. Exhausted, she went into the kitchen, grabbed a bucket and filled it with cold water, and poured some liquid dish detergent into the water. She came back and stuffed one of the towels into the water, but not before pouring a bit of peroxide on her rug stains. She grabbed the wet towel, wrung it a little, and placed it on tue biggest stain. She looked up at the two members who remained.


"Be sure not to rub in so much, just press down." She advised.


Mimori looked around the living room. She noticed that the vents were still covered in blood. How does Fuilteach expect to fight someone without all of his blood with him? she thought to herself. What an idiot.


Recalling what Vanish found on the news site, she stated. "Obviously they want to make a statement about something if they're knocking over twelve cars at once. It's almost as if they want someone to find out about them."
 
The Training Rooms


"Wall-crawling?" he asked, rhetorically. He like rhetorical questions. "That sounds... cool. I guess." It did seem a bit cool. Like Spider Man. He imagined Hazard crawling around on the walls, shooting sticky substances out of her fingers. Stifling a laugh, he casually leaned against the cold, elevator wall as it descended. Folding his arms coolly across his chest, he closed his eyes and whistled tunelessly.


The elevators slowly stopped, and his stomach lurched, just like it normally would on any normal elevator. He followed Hazard out, and found himself looking at about a dozen of creepy looking cells that were supposedly the training rooms. Shrugging, he asked, "Can I use this one?" He pointed to a cell right in front of them. He didn't feel like walking any further. Maybe it was because he could hear sounds coming from somewhere near the back.


"So, how do I use these... training rooms..?" he inquired, tentatively touching one of the many pieces of equipment.
 
Walking with Midas


Receiving Hiroshi's reply on her comm, Rikarah nods, then replies in the affirmative before turning to Midas. "Follow me."


Looking straight ahead again, she leads him through the alley and around to the building as directed, not looking back to see if Midas was following. Climbing the stairs and then making her way onto the roof, she sees as she steps onto its surface that Hiroshi is near the wall across from her entrance point. She smiles, giving him an acknowledging nod as she waits for Midas to come join her.


"Destroyer."
 

The Hive: Central Command




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As soon as the two girls arrived, it seemed one of them wanted to leave. He recognized her, she always came off as a little anti-social and maybe even a little shifty. Whatever her deal was, she seemed to avoid him like the plague, though he wasn't sure why and it made him wonder about her. And he really hadn't gotten to know anything more than what was in her file. He was HIVE's leader, more specifically he dealt with the agents, and some of the trainees. If nothing else, he at least learned what powers were here on base so that he could try to set up the best teams for missions. Names tended to slip his mind a little easier. He tried a little harder with code names, the names he used to communicate with them during missions. Fire... Lighter! His eyes lit up with accomplishment when he associated to her code name. The other girl, Evangeline, code name The Fallen, he managed to remember from looking at her file a few times, trying to figure her out.


"I..." He had to consider Alexis's request for a moment. He wasn't opposed to people aiding in the search for Jason, and he was glad that there were people willing to help since a lot of the other HIVE members seemed to fear him. But the weather wasn't great and they still didn't know if Jason had just run off or if someone had taken him. Also, there were already a few agents out searching. Still... the more people looking, the better the chance of finding him. He turned to a mousy brunette sitting wide-eyed in front of one of the computers in the room. "Kels," he addressed her, and her head turned to look at him, while her fingers continued typing to the end of the command she was in the middle of executing.


"How have the streets been today?" Even beyond being the most computer savvy person on base, Kelsey was a technopath, and she hacked cameras around the city to keep an eye on things.


"Not bad, actually. And I was going to show you once I was finished with this, but there were a couple... super incidents earlier. A girl was hit by a car and walked away. Also... One super stopped a mugging. I'd say someone's out there helping us today."


Charlie always thought of the safety of his agents first. He didn't want to send them out if some nasty super was rampaging around town. Not without backup anyway. There were other things he was considering when it came to these two as well. After debating in his own mind for a few moments, he came up with an answer. "Sure, that would be helpful. The last we knew he was heading to Union Square to meet some friends, if you want to start there." It was hard to turn down the help they were offering. "Just keep your comms with you at all times, and stay in touch with Central Command." He reminded, for their own safety. "If you run into trouble, lets us know immediately and we'll send backup." It was usual procedure for all missions, unless told otherwise, he liked to remind everyone anyway, to make sure it was engraved in their brains.


On a related note, he decided to impart a few more instructions "If you run into the crime syndicate, do not engage them on your own." They were turning into an awful bunch to encounter. Their numbers were large and even running into a small group of them could prove to be a handful now that they had members with super powers... It usually took a HIVE team to take care of them, and even then they usually got away. "And just be careful, as usual. Try not to be gone for too long either, I'm going to gather all of the agents later for a meeting." His ears were open, if they had any questions or concerns but as he thought it over in his mind, he felt like he'd covered everything.
 
San Francisco - Clarity's Apartment, Main Street

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Plague almost smirked behind his mask at the girl's reaction to Fuilteach's quick escape and his own outburst. She seemed almost as bitter on the whole situation as he did. Meaning to say something, he was cut off by the boy speaking of a news article in between sips of a bitter liquid, judging by the various looks of distaste. "You are correct about the want for attracting attention. They seem to be sending a message, pushing people to try and come after them. A mistake on their part, being so public." This was just his opinion, of course. However, with the various Supers that had been reported around the city, being so open with criminal activity seemed foolish. "Either they're fiercely stupid, or have something horrific planned."


As Mimori entered the room with various supplies, Plague watched as she strung up the Super, tilting his head. It was crude, but a very effective way to get the large being away from the floor so that it could be well cleaned. 'Hmm. Perhaps I was being too rough on her. She seems to have at least somewhat of a grip on the situation,' he thought to himself, moving forward toward the towels. Stopping for a moment, he looked down at his attire and sighed, pulling off his gloves and coat and setting them over one of the cleaner surfaces. Keeping on the mask and the rest of his armor, he walked again and knelt over the biggest stain, beginning to dab carefully at it. After awhile, it was clear that he'd cleaned up this sort of mess before, as it was quickly coming up from the flooring.


Continuing to work, the masked man spoke once again. "Though this is hardly a time for introduction, I don't believe I caught names, nor have I had time to read the files on either of you. If I may, who are you and exactly what do your powers allow you to do?" he questioned calmly, a bit angry at himself that he'd not read the files. However, in his short time here, he'd been running around madly trying to get bases of operation set up. Blinking underneath his mask, he spoke again, realizing they were probably in the same boat as he. "I am code-named Plague and my abilities lie in the control of fear." He did not explain it further at first, but would try to if either of them asked.
 

Outside the Best Western - En route to co-ordinates




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Vidic looked at his comrades. "You two will probably beat me to the rondezvous. Hold the floor when you get there; I want to see our newest prospect." With that,Vidic turned on his heel and began walking towards the meeting point. He threw a farewell wave at them,without even turning around to look. He whispered into his microphone,broadcasting to the entire Division team, "Infinita Caro,en route. ETA fifteen minutes. Infinita Caro out." He walked down the street,frequently cutting across blocks through alleys. He passed homeless people,and the odd shifty looking person,however no one made a move to mess with him.


(OOC: Sorry for my stint of inactivity. There's no excuse.)
 
Location: Roof of Innerfog





Fuilteach was speechless. Was this man truly his brother? Why had he waited until now to contact him? Fuilteach broke out of the man named Sean's grip and took a few steps back. He didn't trust this guy, but he was strong. Suddenly, Fuilteach received a mental message from the girl. He didn't know if she was reading his mind at this point, but he tried to send her a mental message back.


Hey, read my mind, if you can. This man claims to be my brother. He's definitely suspicious. Continue reading my mind and I'll convey everything he says to me.


Fuilteach thought of everything Sean did, hoping that the girl could let the others know where Fuilteach and Sean were. Suddenly, Sean crossed his arms and walked around the roof, looking over the edge. He walked back to Fuilteach talked in a low voice.


"'Ey, I know that you're all secret an' stuff, but can we choose a better place fer a fam'ly reunion? I don' like heights." Sean said.


Before Fuilteach could answer, Sean seemed to disappear. Fuilteach looked around, and heard a "Heeeey!" from the alley below. He looked over the edge of the building and saw Sean down there, waving his hand. How had he done that? Sean mentioned that his power was "Ghosting", but Fuilteach had no idea what that meant. Apparently, he could turn invisible and make things phase through him. That could prove to be invaluable in battle. Fuilteach sighed lightly and made sure that it was clear, and he jumped off the roof, increasing his blood flow and focusing it to his feet to help cushion the fall. He still hadn't regenerated all of his blood yet, which made him vulnerable. But if Sean had wanted Fuilteach dead, he would've already done the deed. Or tried, at least. So, he decided to follow Sean, for now. Sean led him to a nearby cafe, dangerously close to the girl's apartment. They went into the cafe, both ordered coffee, and sat down at the table. Fuilteach added quite a bit of sugar to his coffee, as did Sean. Sean looked at Fuilteach and smiled a twisted little grin.


"It is good to talk again, brother. E'er since ma and da died, I've been lonely. But I guess you have been too, huh?" Sean prattled.


"I've gotten used to the loneliness." Fuilteach rebutted, looking out the window.


"I guess y'would. But it's still good t' see ye again." Sean smiled.


"I wish I could say the same. But why did you send those thugs after me?" Fuilteach asked, leveling his gaze to Sean.


"T' test ye. I needed t' see if ye were as strong as I thought. And ye were!" Sean said with a bit of triumph on his face.
 
Randevue point


Hiroshi turned around and looked towards the entrance of the roof, where he saw Rikarah come in. He smiled back, and nodded as well. "Reflectra, fancy meeting up here, huh?" He told her. Then, he faced towards the sky for a bit, then turned back to Rikarah. "So where's that recruit you've told us about over the communicator?" Hiroshi asked, then he held his hand up for a moment. He listened to Vidic, confirming that he'll be here in fifteen minutes. "Looks like the others will be arriving shortly" He said. He then looked a bit troubled, although it had nothing to do with Rikarah or the group, he was just remembering about.. Russia. He turned around, and leaned forward on the wall, staring at the sky, as he waits for a response.
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment on Main


Wade scrolled down the rest of the news article, noting some other crimes. "Spelling out threats with stolen items," he said. "Nothing specific, or really even super-related, but having powers would certainly have helped them...."


Putting away the phone, he drank the rest of the cup in one gulp and set it down again. Then, in second thought, he took it and headed towards the kitchen. An island counter blocked his path to the sink; instead of circumventing it, he jumped directly through it, flashing out of sight. Sometimes he would use his power casually. He placed it near the sink, and returned the same way, saying, "Thanks, Mimori."


Hearing Plague's question, he wondered for a moment what "controlling fear" meant, then wondered how he'd explain his power.


"I'm... I'm Vanish," he began. "I can sorta 'jump' through things, or through air, by switching into a different dimension while I move. Like I did with the counter." He gestured. "Uh," he kneeled by a stain. "How can I help?"
 
Rooftop


Rikarah nods back towards Midas just as he enters behind her, gesturing towards him, then Hiroshi. "In the flesh. Midas, Destroyer. Destroyer, Midas."


As she takes a position against an opposite wall herself, she follows Hiroshi's gaze, enjoying the slight breeze stirring at the rooftop's port. She speaks nonchalantly, knowing Midas will not understand her meaning.


"Any new information about Mr. Jason?"
 
Randevue Point


Hiroshi looked back towards Midas, then bowed. "Pleasure to meet you, Comrade." He said, greeting Midas. Then Hiroshi turned back, and continued looking at the sky. He heard Rikarah's question, but he just stood there for a bit, thinking about it. Finally, he then turned towards Rikarah. He sighed. "Honestly, not yet. But I'm pretty sure that's what this group meeting is all about.." He said.


"And I can bet you that Infinita Caro and the other two got some information about Jason." He said, smirking. Then, he looked away, towards the sky once again. "I just hope we can find this kid, where ever he's at.." Hiroshi said with an unsure look on his face, as he continues to watch the sky.
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment on Main


"Well, as Vanish mentioned, I am Mimori." Mimori answered. "All of my powers are centralized in the brain as well as my nervous system. I can use my brain to its full capacity, and all of my senses are heightened, just to name a couple perks." She added.


She dunked another towel into the water bucket and pushed it towards Vanish. "Here. Try to follow what Plague is doing. He's actually getting the stating out."


Since they were on the subject of power use, she wondered how Fuilteach was holding up, and if he could possibly need aid. She began to locate him, when she realized something. He feed back she was receiving was very intense and accurate. Fuilteach was coming closer to the apartment building... and his mind was open to her. She quickly bounded out of the door, making sure it was shut behind her, and rushed up to the roof of the building. Just a couple blocks over she located Fuilteach at a café she planned on going to this week. She knelt down on the edge of the roof to get a better view inside. With her heightened senses, she found Fuilteach, actually she found two, both buying a coffee. Obviously there had been a costume change, since neither men were wearing the same outfit Fuilteach wore she he barged into her apartment. However, she located the feedback in the man wearing the black tee and camouflaged pants.


It was easy for Mimori to eavesdrop, especially since Fuilteach was willingly going through every word the man had said in his mind. She also learned some surprising things about him. The man claimed to be Fuilteach's brother, and started off with a casual conversation. She learner that his- or their- parents died. Mimori could not imagine what it felt like to lose even at least one parent, let alone have them both die. She also learned that they're lonely. However, it still didn't explain why Fuilteach was such a blunt and sadistic interrogator. The third thing she had realized made her freeze solid. The reason why this man had sent thugs- plural. So Fuilteach was attacked before they found Supercreep- was merely to test Fuilteach's strength. Just the simple thought of that alone made Mimori livid. Her hands gripped the edge of the roof as her forehead tingled to the point she felt as if she was being stabbed there. She could not believe she wasted her capacity and nearly overloaded for a dopey super that wasn't her problem! She then remembered what the super planned on doing right before the SS apprehended him.


"Ask him why one of them tried to kidnap a woman." She commanded, nearly on the verge of shouting the message out to the sky.
 

The HIVE;


Training Rooms




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Mary was smiling from the useless confirmation but more so from the comment he made afterwards about wall-crawling being useful. The only thing she found it useful for so far was the fact it helped her balance; there was no way she could save anybody. It seemed it was her lucky day, as Reisuke had asked to use one in the front, more specifically the one right in front.


“Yeah, sure” she noted, and trailed towards the room when he asked a weird question, touching some of the equipment inside. “Well…” she noted, not really sure how to answer the question “I’m not really sure…” she stated. It was really only half of the truth, as she had some idea of how she trained, just wasn’t completely sure if it worked for him. With somewhat of a really long, awkward pause she finally let on, “I sort of just set up different tasks for me to do” she noted. “Such as attacking a group or attacking a single person” she continued, pointing at the figures around the cell.


“Or doing a cartwheel up the wall…” she finished, starting to climb the wall and attempting a cartwheel, only to slip halfway through. Landing rather ungracefully on her shoulder, she cringed, and lightly laughed at herself “…things like that”
 
San Francisco, Mimori's apartment off Main





Wade nodded, retrieving the towel, before returning to his spot. He looked worriedly at the super half-hanging from the ceiling, and the blood dripping from him. He opened his mouth to express his concerns, when Mimori suddenly stiffened and ran out the door.


He watched, nonplussed, until the footsteps faded away. "I hope," Wade said, "that the random running out on each other isn't going to become a..." he thought of a good word. "Reoccuring event or anything." Shrugging, he kneeled once more and observed Plague carefully. Frowning he leaned forward and began to copy him.


"So," he said. "Are we just going to let that super die here?" he asked. "I mean... What would we do with the body?" After a second, he added, "You don't think he was involved in the crime syndicate, do you?"
 
San Francisco - Clarity's Apartment, Main Street

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Looking over toward the boy, he nodded at the introduction while still cleaning up the stains. It was becoming more and more clear how much experience he'd had with doing such work. Stopping for a moment, he adjusted a couple of bandages on his left arm as they'd started to slide, a thin red line of blood soaking through the gauze on one of them. Ignoring it and taping it back down, he gave another nod as Vanish explained his power, going back to dabbing the floor. "That's rather interesting. I've heard such a thing called 'Plane-shifting' before. A dimensional type of teleportation," he thought aloud, speaking both to the boy and himself. It would help him to remember just what the other could do.


When the girl - Mimori - spoke, he stopped cleaning and turned toward her, listening carefully and calmly nodding throughout the explanation. All the while, he was going over in his head just how many ways those powers could be used. It was interesting and an ability that he'd not heard of before. Before he could speak more on the matter, the girl pushed another towel toward Vanish and mentioned to do as Plague was. Giving a bit of a chuckle, he nodded. "I would be lying if I said I'd not done this same sort of thing many a time. Thankfully, it had not had time to settle much into the flooring."


Soon after his words, she'd ran off, causing the masked man to tilt his head a little and look back toward Vanish as he began speaking of the very scene. "Agreed. At least explain where you're dashing away to first," he stated, tone a bit less serious. At the boy's next words, though, his tone and attitude went back to 'business'. "It is hard to tell if he is or not. However, if something is not done quickly, he will die here."


Thinking on this, Plague frowned behind his mask and stood for a moment, stretching his legs. "We do not have much of a choice here. If the man DOES live and IS a part of this group of criminals, he will surely send them our way. If he is not part of the syndicate, he will simply come after us on his own. He is a Super, which could prove to be a problem," he explained, an almost cold tone to his voice. It was a hard decision, but one he'd almost gotten used to making.
 
Location: Cafe





Fuilteach was downright pissed off when he heard what Sean had done. He gripped his coffee cup tightly, nearly breaking it. But, he quickly calmed himself down and got back to the matter at hand. He had received a message Mimori. Fuilteach inwardly grinned, seeing as how his plan had worked. Although, that meant that she could probably read his memories, if she could read his mind. This was incredibly invasive, but it was for the good of the mission. Fuilteach acted like nothing had changed though, to fool Sean.


"So...Why did one of your thugs try and kidnap a woman?" Fuilteach asked casually, although keeping his voice low.


"What? Ohhh, lemme guess, was it Dean? He's an idiot. I am sorry for 'dat. He wasn't 'sposed to do 'dat." Sean said, a look of embarrassment coming over his face.


"What was he supposed to do, Sean?" Fuilteach asked, keeping his eyes level to Sean.


"He was 'sposed to go in, wreck the place, beat'cher ass, and book it!" Sean said, acting like his plan was genius.


Fuilteach grit his teeth at that, rage flooding his mind. Did Sean really want to test him THAT much? And apparently their safehouse was compromised, seeing as how he managed to find them. Just who else was onto them? Fuilteach continued relaying everything that was going on to Mimori. He was hoping that she was coming up with a plan, seeing as how Fuilteach was too dumbfounded at that point to think of anything.
 
San Fransico, roof of Clarity's apartment building


Mimori could easily sense the anger Fuilteach had towards this guy who claimed to be his brother. Frankly, she couldn't blame him. If Sean is really supposed to be his brother, shouldn't he try to protect him instead of having a gang of Supercreeps out to kill him? boy, and I thought Mom and Aunt Emma's relationship was bad. Mimori thought, easily preventing her thought from entering Fuilteach's mind. She knew that this conversation will last a while, so she decided to let the others know what was going on at the moment.


"Looks like Supercreep has a name, Dean," Mimori quickly sent after locating Vanish and Plague's brains in her apartment. "And he was only looking for Fuilteach, but he slipped up and we caught him here." She added.


Mimori sighed. "All right," Mimori then sent to Fuilteach, "does he know anything about the crimes happening lately?"


Now easing her grip on the edge of the roof, she sat up to stretch and sent another message to Vanish and Plague. "I'm not sure if Dean's part of the crime syndicate, but I'll let you know. If any of you have a plan, you can come up on the roof and let me know. Oh, and the informant Fuilteach is talking to, claims to have known him for a very long time." She didn't bother saying that Sean was actually Fuilteach's brother. She figured that would be too much information, and it seemed pretty irrelevant for what they're trying to discover.
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment on Main





"So...." said Wade. "You mean, he... So he dies?"


He focused solely on soaking all the blood from the floor up. It wasn't that he was unable to kill anyone, whether directly or indirectly; but having nowhere near the years of experience that Plague had, he still felt pangs of empathy for the dead. He had no misgivings; he was in the Secret Society, and if the older man said so, then the super would die.


Wade was sorely aware of how much more Plague had gotten done than him, going through several rags; but just as he was about to speak again, the telepathic message came from above. Alarmed, Wade uselessly clamped his hands over his ears, ready to jump into the other dimension at a moment's notice; but quickly, he realized it was Mimori and relaxed. His heartbeat had already accelerated harshly in the few seconds.


Dean, he thought, pausing his work to listen. Having a voice unstoppably in his head was a strange experience, breaching one of the last safeguards that any person had; Wade again realized how powerful Mimori could be.


He looked at Plague, then back down. There were holes in her story; hoping Mimori could hear, he thought, What did he- Dean- want Fuilteach for? And who's the informant? Shaking his head like a wet dog, like he was shaking away the voice, he looked over at the fear manipulator once more. "Uh, you heard Mimori?" he asked. Then he frowned; "Do you still think we should kill the super?"
 
The Training Rooms


"Oh," he said stiffly. "So I guess I'll just have to figure this all out, huh?" With that, he allowed some snow to appear from his fingertips. He let it sit there for awhile, before he decided to allow it to move around him, slowly. The snow did just as he wished, it began to orbit around him in a wavy fashion. Although he knew his powers were something that let him control 'snow', but not 'ice'. Specifically, he controlled 'cold'. Whatever that meant.


"Hmm... What if I did this?" He took the snow, not touching it, and generated more amounts of snow, or cold. After accumulating for a few seconds, his hand began to shake. Panicking, he took his other hand and firmly clenched it around his wrist. However, this did nothing to help the fact that his hand was still rapidly shaking as the ball of snow became larger, and larger, until it exploded and resulted in a large mess of snow that immediately began to melt. Getting up and shaking his head furiously to get the snow out of his hair, he gave Hazard an embarrassed look. "Look's like I have no control over my powers yet," he observed softly. You don't say? he thought to himself rather sarcastically. Putting himself down was one of his good points, good as in something he was good at.


With a sigh, he began to create another ball. He once heard that if you took your mind off of something, it might help you become more natural at it. For example, not thinking of swimming while swimming. He tried just that.


"So, have you been sent out on some super secret missions, or anything of the sort, rather?"
 
Location: Exiting HIVE HQ


Evangeline wasn't as thrilled to do the job as she thought, considering she knew nothing of the male or his disappearance, only that many had already began to look for him. Of course, she wanted to be one of the first that locate the HIVE member, but with no idea where to look, that possibility is just about zero. So of course, she was frustrated. More so when she realized the stupidity of it all. She had barely control over her own sanity, let alone her powers. They seem to activate at the strangest of times, attuned to her emotions, which people of course, would find very dangerous.


She sighed softly tugging closer the large trench coat that shielded her HIVE uniform, having felt a chill that invaded her body for what seemed like the first time since she'd woken up in that bloody bed. Upon her neck, her black scarf fluttered in the breeze that swept through the buildings, like an ebony flag. Evangeline shivered the slightest, violet eyes drifting about as if in search of he first clue, though she knew the likes of which will not present itself at this very moment. Of course, with herself drowned within her thoughts, she'd almost forgotten her own partner, which should have met her at the entrance minutes ago. Though, she supposed the fire-user was still packing, or dressing. Whichever. As for her, she didn't bother much with preparations, she did, after all, have all she needs at the moment.
 

Exiting HIVE HQ




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Alexis ran to the entrance of the HQ and sighed in relief seeing that Evangeline was still waiting for her. If Eva had left Alexis wasn't sure what she might do though she didn't think the other girl would go off on her own. Alexis thought about it. She didn't know the girl too well so maybe she might have. Alexis decided to stop thinking about it. She was still there. That was all that matters.


She stopped and smiled at Eva. "Sorry. I didn't think it would take that long." She herself wore a coat over her uniform. Inside its pocket were a few things that she might need. Her parents house was in the city so if they had to find a place they could head there.


"So I'm thinking we might retrace his steps to begin our search. You know. See if we can find anything suspicious or something."

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Rooftop with Destroyer and Midas


Rikarah checked her comm and its frequency again, updating herself on the location of the others in Division before looking back towards Midas and Destroyer. Mentally she went through the possibilities of his first tasks, narrowing down the choices even as she spoke to Destroyer again.


"It appears that they have been delayed."
 


San Francisco - Clarity's Apartment, Main Street

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Plague's teeth grit behind his mask as the girl's voice swam into his head. He'd never had a taste for that sort of communication and it always grated at his brain as it was now. Kneeling back down, he began to dab at the floor again when more words from the girl assaulted his sense.


Letting out a bit of a huff, he spoke his distaste for the words with a swear. "Well, we are going to need to know very quickly and get this idiot to a hospital if we don't want him dead," he grumbled aloud, before turning to the boy. "Normally, yes. He'd be dead by now, but this situation continues to deepen."


Finishing up with the last bit of the carpet, he turned back to Vanish. "Yes, I heard her. I'm not sure exactly WHAT we should do with him, but we have to decide quickly." Standing, the man in the plague doctor mask took a syringe from his belt and injected the Super's neck with it. The labored breathing became less labored and steadied. "That's not going to help him with anything but the pain, but that could be enough right now. Not that he does not deserve every bit of it, but if he was working on another's accord and looking for Fuilteach, we cannot be too careful."


Even as he finished these words, Plague stood again and gathered his things, sliding the coat back over himself and going back to how he'd been dressed before the cleaning. If things were going to change at any given second, he would need to be ready.
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment on Main





Wade nodded, gathering up the bloodied cleaning supplies and holding them with the ends of his finger like a dead rat. His eyebrows raised slightly when Plague produced the syringe- Man, I've got to carry around more useful stuff- and said, "I suppose we go find Fuilteach and that informant of his, then. Or, maybe talk with Mimori until we know he's trustworthy. At least get him to clean up all this crusted blood," he motioned to the vents as he disposed of his trash.


He looked disdainfully at the man hanging in the room, his hands in his jacket pockets. Well, on his face it probably showed up as something like morbid curiosity. "Want a shortcut to the roof?" he asked Plague. "Avoid the hallway in case there are bystanders and the like."
 
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