[center][h1][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=#7f5200]The Streets[/color][/h1]
[@Spiffy][/center]
A slight smile flicked across Zach's lips, as he held eye contact, trying his best to control the encounter. He let the man speak, and considered the words for a second before opening his mouth to respond. [i][color=#00b200]I should just forget what happened and head home.[/color][/i] The thought was alien, yet tempting. He closed his mouth, seeming confused for a second before shaking his head. [color=00b200][i]I already went through all the effort to follow him, leaving now would just be strange. Besides I really want to know how he took down two people and made three others flee. He might be a parahuman.[/i][/color]

He opened his mouth again, seemingly not convinced. [b][color=#00b200]"You incapacitated two men without taking any hits, and made three more flee. I'm going to ask again, how did you do it? Think this through: I saw what you did, at least partially, and I decided to follow you. I'm either brazen and stupid, or I know something you don't, Just tell me what I want to know."[/color][/b] The unvoiced third option was also present, that Zach was brazen, stupid, yet still knew at least one thing that the man in front of him didn't. It was also the most likely option.
[center][h1][color=ec008c]Ira Riese:[/color]
[color=dodgerblue]PRT HQ[/color][/h1]
[@BCTheEntity][@Kafka Komedy][@yoshua171][@Lugubrious][/center]
At Alessa's breakdown Ira lowered her eyes, holding back her own tears. She had made sure to distract herself specifically to avoid another sobbing fit. She shook her head, keeping her eyes on her feet as she lowered herself into her chair. Each word spoken between their leader's labored gasps was like a punch to the gut. After Ira suggested her idea, in her normal barely loud enough voice, Alessa complied. With focus, Ira could ignore the tragedy, and move forward. She stood up, turning the briefcase around, and pressing a small button on it. The LED display lit up with three 9's which flashed at regular intervals. She pressed the button again, and an engine began whirring to life inside the machine. At first the humming was inconsistent, with slight pauses, before becoming steady. The lit 9's continued flashing, not counting down.

She pressed the button a third time, and the numbers resolved themselves into a solid display, slowly counting down from 100 as opposed to what seemed to be the maximum of 999. At the same time as the third press, an uneasy presence filled the room for a second. Everyone, excluding Ira, felt themselves completely disconnect from their power. Where before there had been a red light on the table, now there was nothing at all. This would almost certainly be the first time since any present triggered that they lost contact with that almost-human vestige that accompanied their power. [color=#3068FF]"This briefcase can completely nullify someone's powers. I'm not quite sure the range, or a lot else, but I know it doesn't affect me. My power seems to suggest that it doesn't affect tinkers in general."[/color] Ira explained hesitantly, saying each word very carefully. She paused before pressing the button again, turning off the device. As before, a presence seemed to fill the room, followed by all feeling access to their power return. 

[color=#3068FF]"On the next mission Elliot could try turning it into a toy with his power, and try activating it at that point. It's not hard, you just have to press the button thrice."[/color] She winced as the word thrice left her lips, feeling as if she had been influenced by Elliot's strange way of speaking. Ira looked around the table expectantly, waiting for a reaction to what she saw as her first very useful invention as a tinker.