[center][h1][color=00ff8b]Jaunt:[/color]
[color=dodgerblue]Denver Streets[/color][/h1][/center]
Wind whipped against Jaunt's body, threatening to push him off the edge of the building. Sonika and Furnace had been up here not too long ago, along with Gamer, and Artificer. There had been more, but he didn't recognize them. He had watched the scene unfold as best he could from afar, but upon Sonika's departure he had gotten closer. He watched the vigilantes and Furnace group together on a distant roof. He was glad no one had gotten seriously injured, but that didn't mean the day was won. 

He glanced to his right, and was put into a stupor at the sight of a giant red and white worm-like creature chasing after Sonika. It was as big as an Endbringer, with blue hands. It traversed the distance in impossible ways, as if it were swimming through the air. Jaunt shivered a bit, abandoning the idea of bring Sonika back over to the building for a chat. He glanced back to the odd ensemble of 'heroes.' They seemed like a good candidate for giving him more information about Sonika. He shifted his eyes down as best he could to his cape attire. The rigid body armor used to have a design insinuating police affiliation, but he had modified it to just read "Jaunt," his decided cape name. The lettering was neat, carefully stitched in a font to match the original blocky lettering. All of his skin was carefully covered, a balaclava covering the small amount of his skin his gas mask and face shield didn't.

Jaunt idly confirmed his gloves fit tightly over his hands, adjusting them a bit before returning his gaze to the strange group. He stared at a spot, a small gap in the group of heroes where no one was standing. His power didn't give him any sense of danger or damage, and so he pressed further. His power pushed back, the mental pressure subsiding before Jaunt felt himself disappear. For almost no time at all, there was nothing at all. No pain, no skin, no sensation, only a floating vestige of thought. It wasn't warm, it wasn't cold, it just [i]wasn't[/i] at all. The moment quickly passed, and Jaunt found himself standing amidst the group, his head pointed towards Furnace. It took a moment before his eyes were actually focused, but that was impossible to see. He didn't speak, just waited for someone to speak up.