[center][h1][color=Red]Sebastian Lyone[/color][/h1][/center]

Sebastian had paid little attention to Ellen, his focus entirely center on Nancy's thrown hand. He had stopped it, and all of the black gunk she called blood, right before any of it had hit him, and subconsciously controlled all of the blood she was flinging everywhere as well. He then began to play with it, making it wriggle and writhe, give him a hi-five, even played rock-paper-scissors with the floating appendage. When offered the processed cheesy snack, he had the hand pick out a singular cheeto for him, and gave Nancy a nod in thanks. He didn't eat it, however, as he was again focused on messing about with Nancy's hand before he remembered why he had bothered nancy in the first place. But as soon as that thought struck him, so did another. Turning to the two still in the room, he gave them a smile before reaching into his pockets to pull out a plastic baggie full of mushrooms and another bag filled with a suspicious white powder.

[color=ed1c24]"I found this on the guy I was torturing, pretty sure it's cocaine, and I'm wondering if anyone wants to try it with me. Either that or these mushrooms, and I'll just say it now, but one way or another you'll be ingesting these at some point. I'm pretty sure you'd rather know when then have it be sprung on you. I'm partial to trying the shrooms, but if you want to go with the hardcore stuff first, I'm all for it."[/color] Sebastian grinned like a cheshire cat as he placed the drugs on Nancy's desk, before having them hand pop the cheeto into his mouth. Chewing it for a bit, he opened his mouth to say something, only suddenly fall into a fit of rather violent coughing. It started off slowly, as if the object had gone done the wrong tube, but it soon became apparent that something was wrong as he began to grasp at his throat, obviously seeming to be choking on something.

The coughing was getting worse and worse, his face seeming turning purple as his blood began deoxygenate, and soon, blood began to leak from his mouth, eyes, and nose as his body fell to the floor. It convulsed wildly, his head shaking and his eyes rolling up into the back of his head before he finally seemed to expire, his blood still leaking out in a slow rivulet. His eyes would stare up into the air, frozen in pain, suffering, and . . . mischief?

No sooner had it seemed certain that the man was dead, a groan cam from his throat as he slowly rose up from his position on the floor, hands outstretched in the classic zombie way, his head swiveling towards Issac as he kept on rising, walking towards him with a shuffling gait. [color=ed1c24]"I want your brains, Issac, give me your brrrrraaaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnnnzzzzzzz! Brrrrrraaaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnzzzzzzz!!!!"[/color] He managed two steps before he broke down into laughter, finding his faked death to be horrible entertaining, and finding it even more so if either of the two had believed it. He doubted Nancy did, as he was pretty sure whatever she put on the cheeto wouldn't do that, but isaac seemed more likely, though he doubt the giant man would care. Speaking of the cheeto, Sebastian cleaned all of the blood from him and spit out a small red pellet into the near by waste bin. He Had wrapped the processed food in a layer of blood the moment it had entered his mouth and solidified the blood to make double sure he wouldn't ingest any of it, then kept it stuck to the back of his throat while he put on his little performance. 

Turning to Nancy with his signature smile, he gave her a small round of applause. "I don't know what you put on that food, but I'm sure you enjoyed the thought of me dying a painful death before you turned me into one of your Heralds. Not today, sadly, hey, tomorrow is another day." He smiled as he waved to her with her own hand, before turning back to Issac with a slightly more genuine smile. He enjoyed the man's naivety and generally quiet disposition, as it allowed him to play his shtick to death with little interruption. He had been listening to Ellen talking somewhat, and he had to admit that she was right, he was playing a role. The reason: it was much more fun to be like the Joker or Freddy Krueger than to be just a boring little psychopath. He remembered the days where he would just sit in the corner and stare at all of the other kids, having his presence ignored at all times because he just never understood them. 

[color=ed1c24]"Issac, should you or I break the news to poor Ellen that I'm asexual. I'd do it, but I hate to ruin her fantasies of me, oh how did she so eloquently put it, [i]'Jerking it to a pool of my own blood'[/i]. Anyway, lead the way to the sparring area if you want to do that, or we can stay here and try some coke and shrooms. Oh, why not do both, imagine how much fun that will be. I'll leave the choice to you, but I really would like to do the third option."[/color]

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[center][h1]Ian Blackwood[/h1][/center]

Ian had ignored the guy who had been yelling something at him, more focused on running the moment he saw the two goons pill out two pistols. Luckily, he was able to make it to a nearby parked car to take cover behind. He also took the time to curse as he saw all hell break loose, and while the other two tried their best to do something, they had only been able to save so many. Looking at the bodies lying in the street, the rage he was feeling caused his power to unconsciously activated, causing the ground beneath him to crack and break apart excessively before he got a handle in himself. Taking a breath, he launched himself into the air, using his impressive agility and kinetic lifts to help him evade the gun fire as he took brace, these holding a tiny explosives inside of them, and sending them hurtling towards the two on the ground.

The civilian one would take one to the chest, and the explosion would set off his jacket, causing him to go up, but luckily their were no living bodies around him. The cop, who was trying to escape, would take one in each of his legs, the following detonation would blow out the back of his legs, crippling him on the floor.  Ian would fall to the floor a ways away from him, and if he tried to crawl away, two knives would quickly pin his hands to the ground. With him take care off, he quickly turned Light. "Here's your arm, now hurry up and get the bomb jacket off of him before he plows. Oh, and welcome back." He have a curt nod as he tossed the strange toonish figure her arm, hoping that she'd be able to reach the cop in time before he decided to off himself. He was in front of an nearby alley way, and while it looked deserted, if he went up now, that be peoples homes and livelihoods that got wrecked. Not to mention what he'd have to here from the press.

"I really hate my job."

[@Archmage MC]