[center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers - [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Yet, despite her hopes and fears, it appeared everyone was too much in their own little world--likely with her included--to truly say anything regarding her actions. She wasn't sure if she ought to feel relieved or disappointed, but then she heard Sonar, causing her to glance his way, only to see his lips moving, but no sound coming out. 

His words were somewhat comforting as it meant that at least he had some handle on how her power worked, or at least what to expect...still, that was only one person out of five, not including herself of course. Her fingers drumming lightly on the handrail of the elevator, she waited for the door to open while once more marveling at Margrave's strangeness as he stood near the head of the group, in some weird stance. Then the room started becoming brighter and she glanced towards its source only to squint her eyes. It appeared that Ale--no, Messiah now, was using her power to hide her face.

Evelyn's eyes lit up a bit, though not even slightly as literally as Messiah's were, and she almost squealed with glee. Man was this awesome, she thought, marveling at the fact that she was among a group of heroes. Then the door opened and Sonar took the lead, with Messiah just behind as second in command, Margrave following right after. Epsilon hung back before Messiah moved to her side. She decided to take up a position between Margrave and Epsilon, putting her at the middle of the group.

Then came the cheers and the cameras and the questions. Her heart leaped in her chest and a smile spread over her face, though no one could see it. Her eyes were alight with shock and joy both as it really started to hit home that she wasn't just [i]among[/i] a group of heroes, but that she was [i]part[/i] of that group. However, she was pulled from the moment by Sonar's voice informing them of their adversary.

That and the fact that it was twenty others was valuable information. Swallowing hard she decided to take some initiative. [color=#3068FF][b]"I can scout,"[/b][/color] she said before realizing just how vague that was. It made it sound like she would be personally breaking from the group, so she quickly added [color=#3068FF][b]"...with my ability that is."[/b][/color] It was awkward, but it got the job done, she supposed.

With that in mind she took in deep calming breath after deep calming breath. She let her body go partially on autopilot as she, for the first time, let her projection's silvery light be seen. It spread up from the ground and moved outwards like a shimmering mist of hazy light. Then before it could be fully registered or processed by anyone present it phased through the ground and out of sight.

She guided it, her sense of what materials it was moving through informing her of when to stop. When it met with the material of the large flood drain she made it stop within the ceiling and spread out thread thin tendrils. The rest of it spread out like a flat film just beneath the surface of the large drainage line, making it impossible to locate unless Eyeblight's power included something like a Thinker ability. once it had encircled the whole of the flood drain in a cylinder she had it extend the thing tendrils into the small amount of water, making them harder to see. They spread out and sifted over and through the floor. She did this until she located the precise location of each of the twenty individuals.

The most notable moment was when her power started feeding her information regarding Eyeblight's power. She had some trouble figuring it out, mostly due to the other information her power was feeding her.

[i]Altered form. Weight phased. Force/strength: Static. Damage Threshold: High. [/i]

She managed to get before intentionally shifting most of her focus back to her body, where she took in an even deeper breath to regain her composure before diving in a bit more. The tendrils moved through clothes, hidden by them in the process. They were imperceptible so long as they remained within a substance, something she found very useful in the moment. It allowed her to try to figure out what sorts of weapons the thugs were carrying.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Most of the thugs are armed,"[/b][/color] she said aloud, focusing on both projection and her body at once. She was more or less just following Sonar at this point, not paying much attention to other stuff aside from not tripping and falling on her face. Diving back in, Evelyn focused and spread her power just a little bit more. It appeared the thugs mostly had melee weapons, if not all of them, though she might be missing something. Then something else stuck out to her, people...and rope, the latter around the former.

Her eyes narrowed and she spoke, [color=#3068FF][b]"Weapons are melee in nature. Also, they have hostages, roughly half a dozen. They're tied up with rope, if I'm getting this right."[/b][/color] While she was fairly certain, her power was sometimes difficult to translate into normal terms like "rope," and "people," and "weapons," but she had been practicing a good amount just for moments like this so it was getting easier. With her information gotten she withdrew from her projection's senses somewhat and had many of its 'tendrils' move back into its mass so it could reconvene under ground.

She made a mental list of saved traits as they headed for their destination.

Flesh, energy absorption/redirection, form alteration(static traits, altered make-up), metal(hardness, conductivity), concrete(hardness, porous), air(water vapor, ethereal), water(fluidity, conductivity) as well as a slew of other things. She activated her communicator and spoke, [color=#3068FF][b]"Sonar, Messiah, choose a time and give a signal and I'll provided a distraction so they can't rush us as soon as they see us."[/b][/color] With that said, she focused on following their leader, things were probably gonna get pretty hairy, but if she had anything to say about it that wouldn't last too long.[hr][center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Interesting, he thought, noting everyone's reactions, though his smile remained. Even when the Broker applauded, his tone dry as bone, there was only the slightest of twitches at the corner of his mouth. Still, there were only two likely possibilities, the first being true boredom, and the second being his using boredom to hide the truth. If it were the former than the man clearly had terrible taste, and if it were the latter than he was right. However, in the moment there was no time to truly ascertain which, especially if the man truly was so good an actor as to not reveal his true face even when met with truly vexing circumstances. When the man asked if he was in, he bowed low and gracefully, before rising again, with a smile and a nod of his head. [color=#357302][b]"Certainly,"[/b][/color] he responded with ease, his own slight annoyance buried deep beneath the surface. How ironic it was that he had ended up annoyed as a result of his attempt to annoy.

His eyes glanced in Headhunter's direction, not that his gaze could be ascertained due to his goggles concealing his eyes. A small smirk formed before he returned his focus to the Broker, then shifted it to the new comer. Then, with a thought coming to him, he poured another cup of coffee, walked to the table, set it down, then walked back to his prior location. Once he was done, the Broker would have finished his explanation and so entered the man. In that moment, he closed his eyes and for just a second focused. He felt his voice change as mental gears shifted. A [i]hum[/i] began as he made a merry little tune to himself, a sound that would be nothing more to everyone else, but strangely [i]magnetic[/i] to the newcomer. He watched the proceedings, watching the others to action, waiting his turn.

It turned out that Lovecraft acted first, draping [i]it[/i]self around the man who called himself Everest, even offering a false description of its power. He smiled as Headhunter made his quip, one that the newcomer would not appreciate. He chuckled to himself and walked towards Everest, extending a hand despite the ominous crystals of ice floating through the air around him. [color=#357302][b]"It's a pleasure to meet you,"[/b][/color] he said, and his words flowed like spirits, intoxicating if too much was partaken. [color=#357302][b]"I'm Chatterbox and I must say it's wonderful to finally meet you especially. The others are so interesting, you see, but your power intrigues me,"[/b][/color] he gestured at the spikes of ice on the man's costume and then made a wider gesture at the particles of frost coming off him, [color=#357302][b]"The Broker mentioned it was ice related,"[/b][/color] he lied, [color=#357302][b]"...but I am curious as to just how far that goes."[/b][/color]

He paused momentarily, hand withdrawn if it had been shaken or not. Not once did he look dejected if the gesture was refused, but instead he would withdraw gracefully as if nothing had happened. He took a step back, sipping his coffee and looking the man over, before walking halfway around him and heading for his chair, making sure not to obstruct Headhunter's line of sight for more than a moment. When he reached the chair he spun it on one foot so its back faced Everest, before he sat down with his legs on either side of the back. He smiled at the man...and waited.