[u][i]Gabriela Mya Valos.[/i][/u]

Lights out. Heh, it turned out that Metal wasn't talking out his ass after all. It almost brought a smirk to Gabe's face how quickly he knocked the lights out and sent everyone on the other team into disarray. She didn't flinch one bit. The lights her hands gave off were adjusted so that she could see in front of herself. So, Gabe will have to work with Alex on this, but, for now, she was told to stay put because reasons. Meh, Gabe didn't do the soldier leadership thing well, but one glance told her that Jake was going along with it, so that meant she was going to. As fun as it would be to experience the combat-high, rational Gabe only really wants to punch Evan in the tits - Plus, the party is about to come to them. Jaska had already gone off with Ella -[i] Damn devil never listens[/i]. Hopefully, he'll have to do without support in the meantime. [i]Like I said, up to you, Ella. Don't fuck it up.[/i] Alex had asked a question, and Gabe turned towards her. "Weren't ya' listenin'? We're supposed to defend, or something - That reminds me." Gabe turned towards Peter and gave him a bored glare. His metal-man bullshit didn't phase him. To her, he was just a student who everyone suddenly decided to dick ride. No better than she is. Gabe spat out, "Metal man, I don't like standing around with my thumb firmly up my ass. Do your thing, or I'm giving your plan the finger." She brought up an illuminated fist, and made it brighter. Unlike Alex, Gabe doesn't give any fucks about standing out in the dark. Because anyone gets stupid, [i]they'll[/i] stand out after being set on fucking [i]fire![/i]

The wait for someone to show up was starting to get a little boring. Oh, I guess everyone is going to chit-chat some more? Well, there's Alex right here. She's as good as a conversation as any. Since they're all on one team, and standing right next to each other. "So, I guess we're the 'chargers'? This will be fun, won't it?" She looked at Alex. Yeah, this chick was definitely the real preppy type - But not the type who would charge head first into the same fights she has. She can tell from the lack of scars. Hopefully this chick won't be dead weight, since they're going to doing a lot of fighting, being in front of everyone. "Ugh, look, just stick with me. I know what I'm doing. You? I don't know..." This was legit. Gabe was going to give Alex a helping hand, because she had the feeling she would be doing most of the work here. But, she couldn't help but say, "But, if you do good, maybe I'll show you [i]MY[/i] scissor maneuver." She spoke flirtatiously.

For now, she waited. Gabe was going to play along with the plan. Unless Evan showed her ugly ass face, then, well, all bets are off. Hopefully Peter will understand the unwritten law of of '[i]Talk shit, get hit[/i]'. 

[u][i]Jaska Din Valos.[/i][/u]

Something wasn't right here. Jaska's instincts were going wild telling him that he was being watched... Hunted. The boy stopped dead in his tracks and released Ella from his clawed grasp. He looked around observantly. Paying extra-attention to the sounds and smells that were going on. He faintly smelled a reptile, but that wasn't enough for him. He didn't know what it was, and that was the problem. He related this entire trip to a hunt, but up until now, [i]he[/i] was the hunter. "... We're being [i]hunted[/i]." He warned Ella, in a low tone. "I don't know what is hunting us... but just know we are..." Still, he had a job to do, regardless, he needed to press on. Staying in one place too long is what draws them to you. Makes them think you are weak. But the boy was going to appear strong. No room for weakness. He is the [i]apex[/i] predator. No one will ever best him. He wrapped his tail around Ella's wrist and lead her forward, "C'mon..." He kept it moving.

It wasn't long until the boy, and Ella, were standing over the enemy team's base. Fortunately these outer walls allowed him a straight shot to the enemy team's base. No real opposition. The roof of the enemy base, and the walls weren't too far apart. At least a good ten feet. It wasn't a jump he hasn't made before (In fact, he's done [i]bigger[/i] jumps). But the problem was could Ella do it? "I think I can jump on the roof... It's not that far away." He explained to her, before asking, "Um... Can you make it?" If she can't, then he would get the flag himself. Then again, he knew that it would be foolish to go off on his own. Movies told him that.

[u][i]Deborah Termellio, Jake Valos, & Shannon Balore.[/i][/u]

It felt underhanded ([b]You have pressured her[/b]) doing what she did. The more Kristen talked, the worse Deborah felt. She thought it wouldn't hurt anyone, but, she lapsed in empathy. She was more concerned with trying to win, instead of what people actually wanted. Jesus. Compassion was going to hit her hard for this one. It was too late to back out now. She had no choice but to go along with it. Kristen asked her to keep quiet about her power. She answered, "Forgive the cliche; but your secret's safe with me." That old tired cliche line was accurate. Deborah wouldn't open her mouth about it. "I [i]am[/i] the [i]Secret Keeper[/i], after all." She would have made a hush gesture, but since the lights are out, Kristen wouldn't have seen it. The girl took her hand, just like she expected her to. For some reason, she found it more... romantic. There was something extremely alluring about- [i]Fight it, Debs.[/i] Kristen's damn pheromones were starting to screw with Deborah ([b]It is getting worse[/b]). But, Deborah knew the risks, and was determined enough to risk becoming this girl's slave to win. She guided Kristen, going off what her power told her of the environment. Deborah felt the need to address some older comments she made about not being useful ([b]She has low self-esteem[/b]). Just to make conversation on the way. "Heh, girl, don't put yourself down like that. Stick with me, and I'll show you all the amazing things you can do." It was true... Or the fucking pheromones were messing with her head. [i]Please lord keep me from making out with this girl here and now.[/i]

Leading Kristen back to the group was risky, because her pheromones might affect the group's behavior, and by that extension, their performance. Which is why she kept Kristen away from the group. What presented a large problem was that it was pitch-dark in this room. What that meant was her power wouldn't work that well in the dark. She would have to rely on her sense of hearing, and what the chargers illuminate, in order for her to see. This plan was a double-edged sword, but she was the tactician. And the tactician never battles. So she would be fine staying in the sidelines.

Speaking of tactician, Peter told them to stay put until he gives the green light ([b]He has another trick up his sleeve[/b]). Which Deborah was perfectly fine with. All they have to do is defend the flag, the enemy team will probably come to them... Though, Deborah had a feeling that something was heading their way, something they wouldn't like - Yes, that Premonition power that Adam, it must be at work here. Perhaps Deborah won't be so useless in the dark anyway. "Alright, everyone stay put, the party hasn't started yet." Deborah didn't want to parrot what Peter said, but she felt the need to reiterate because two people already went off (And Deborah had the feeling that they would listen to her than Peter). That feeling that someone was coming for them was still something that she could warn them about. "And keep an eye out! I someone's coming." She warned the group.

God dammit, it's so fucking dark that Shannon could barely operate. She should have smacked Metal-man outside his head for even suggesting. But, Shannon sighed. If it was something Debby believed in, then she'll follow. Shannon was mostly using the light that Gabe and Alex were giving off to set up little traps around the base. She set up small threads in strategic areas, and at just the right position to trip people. Even for someone with night vision, it'd be hard to notice them. It was so simple that nobody would [i]even[/i] consider it being effective! But, there were other factors at work here. She had increased the tensile strength so that it was comparable of titanium. Not something that anyone could break. Though, this wasn't a permanent way to stop the enemy team, just slow them down and leave them vulnerable. What Valjean's doing on the other hand might be more effective. Since whoever is brave enough will be walking into a sandstorm will probably not last that long to begin with.  

Debby came back, with some other hot chick ([i]Oh, Debs, replacing me because my skin isn't fair? That's so[/i] unfair.), and it was only appropriate that Shannon takes her side. She walked over to Deborah's side, and spoke, "Friend of yours Deb? Shannon Balore." Shannon didn't know why, but she was strangely attracted to this girl. Even for a tempered and savvy person like Shannon is, she didn't give Kristen the usual and was far more open around her.

[i]Fuck[/i] ([b]Shannon is being affected by the pheromones[/b]). She would warn Shannon, but she has a promise to keep... a duty to fulfill. Keep this a secret, because she was in literally no place to say anything about to begin with. Deborah had a better time resisting the effects of the pheromones because she knew of them exactly ([b]You cannot fight them off forever, Deborah[/b]) what they were doing to her mind. "Yes, I got her to help us. She is going to be sticking with us." Deborah tried to distract herself.

"Hmph, I'm fine with that." Shannon put a hand on her hip.

"Ladies." Jake said as he appeared before them in a puff of smoke - Well, he created a light [i]just so[/i] they can see the puff of smoke. He was going for that magician angle. He knew that now wasn't the time to show off, but he wanted to talk to Kristen for a bit. "I see you have made acquaintances with the Supermodel. Uh... I guess we are waiting for our cue?"

"Yes. We are." Shannon said, crossing her arms, and giving him the evil eye - She relented. She needed him. "Jake, if someone attacks, I want you to confuse them so my traps can do their thing."

"Traps?" Jake said, curious.

"These..." Shannon took a step over and tapped a thread with her toe. It was so tight that it barely shook. Probably enough to trip someone if they aren't aware. "Oh, fuck." Shannon just remembered that she didn't tell anyone on her team about them. "Everyone watch your step!" It was a warning, but she didn't want to give it way. When they begin their charge, she'll take them down.

[u][i]Valjean Vaseal.[/i][/u]

Someone opted to defend? Good. Valjean sized Quinn up, she looked like the usual dykes that wandered into this damn school. Eh, whatever. Long as she isn't piss useless as most of the kids here. The lights went out, just like Peter had said, and that presented little problem. In his scorpion form, his vision was already poor, and he already relied on his seismic sense and enhanced sense of smell. Valjean kept his desert going. Sand was stretching out in all directions, and the air was uncomfortable hot and dry at this point, and it got worse by the second. Anyone who got in too close would get the heat bearing down on them. Where Valjean was positioned, anyone who wants the flag has no choice[i] but[/i] go through him. Even in the darkness, his seismic sense would pinpoint where his opponent is, and that was his signal to get the sandstorm going. Sure, it'd be tiring, but that'd be the only thing he'd have to do. Unless some Hot-shot has super durability or something, then he would have to take some more drastic measures.

The air was getting hotter by a steady rate.

Still, there was that Quinn gal just chilling nearby. While he didn't really care, he could warn her at least. [i]Team-work and all that shit.[/i] "Hey, Quinn!" Valjean loudly shouted, his voice was inhuman, still insectian. "Keep your distance! If someone rolls up, I'm going to tear the place up with sand." That was all the warning she needed. Here on in, what she does with it is irrelevant. In fact, it would be funny if he sent this dumbass to the hospital with shredded skin, lungs full of sand, or a heat stroke. But, hey. He [i]warned [/i]her. With that out the way, Valjean kept the conversation between the two to a minimum. He needed to focus... The rate he was going, the desert would spread fast enough to cover distance after some time, but slow enough that he doesn't burn himself out. In case he gets into a fight, and needs some sand, he figures that he'll force the process along a little bit, and create some sand.
 

[u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott, & Dana Lucille Alcott.[/i][/u]

"Yeah, lady. Keep all that [i]edge[/i] to yourself," Theresa spoke to Evan, poking her head out the base entrance, this gas mask muffled her voice a bit, "... [i]You're scaring the children![/i]" Theresa had to agree with Henry on this one. Speaking to a teacher like you're permanently menstruating? Probably not the wisest choice. [i]Even[/i] if you're new. If Evan got her panties in a twist further, then that's just digging her hole deeper. Theresa walked right back into the entrance of her team's bunker followed by Dana. Waiting for this damn match to start. She watched from a distance, and could tell that everything's already gone to shit. It made her smirk underneath that mask she has. Amanda, who was supposed to be playing defense, immediately rushed them, Paige has already run off, and Sylvia - Ah, fuck! This silver-haired bitch was blasting music, very bad music (There's a reason why she stuck to the indie scene). Tess had to plug her ears, since this magical superdrug made her more susceptible to pain. Worst of all, the fucking lights went out. That really caught her off guard. She jolted, and she had to take a double take. She looked around in front of herself and it quickly became apparent that no one would be able to see. She was expecting to at least be able to watch. At least the music stopped. She rolled her eyes. "Seriously guys, what the hell is going on?" That joking, playful, Tess had to be put on the self as she asked everyone this question.

Oh god, Dana was largely surprised when the bloody lights went out. [i]"What?!"[/i] Dana's voice wasn't like it normally was... It sounded alien, vaguely sounding like her normal voice. She covered her mouth and remained quiet. She wondered if Adam would allow people to take the lights out. She hoped not. But the surprise of the lights wore off fast, mostly because she can see perfectly in the dark. The problem came when she was transformed. Well, she was used to it.... But she liked being in her own skin, it just felt so unnatural to be this creature. 

Well, fuck. God dammit. Tess can't see in the dark - Like any other ordinary human. She had to feel around for a bit. "Poppy-flower, you, uh, t-" She wanted to know where Poppy was. Instead, she managed to bump into what had to be Dana's wheelchair. Then there was that awkward moment when Theresa remembered Dana's power. She ruffed her hands through her hair. Trying to casually ask, "Uh... Umm... You changed, right?" 

Dana said nothing.

Tess pointed a finger, and cheerily said, "I'll take that as a yes." Ummm... She knew that Dana would probably want to be human again. Hm... How would anyone help with that? Theresa had her phone on her, since she didn't have to worry about it breaking since she wasn't [i]really[/i] participating. She shined it on Dana, only to quickly realize she wasn't in her chair.... She was oddly standing up. Theresa was going to shine her phone's light on her, but choose not to. It was amusing, after all that talk about being uncomfortable with her power, she was going to use it. Well, no one is going to see it. Theresa grinned again, "Hm, decided to help, after all? Heh, not like anyone would see you." 

It was ominous, and uncomfortable, but Dana couldn't use the 'I don't want my power being known' rationalization anymore. Nobody would see her do it, so that was a plus. So there she was, with that helmet, and hood, tossed on her head. Standing straight up like a tower, except, a few heads taller. Had to be eight feet tall exactly. She turned her body towards Tess - it wasn't a natural movement like someone would make if they had legs, she turned like she was on a rotation - and leaned in close to Tess's face, nodding in agreement. Anyone who saw this would be rather put off by her sudden ability to stand. Even if someone did charge in here right now, she'd be back on her wheelchair like nothing happened. 

"Cool, have fun out there." Theresa said with a impish grin. "It would be cheating but... I think our team screwed the pooch here."

In a blur of movement, Dana was out the door. Not even the best reflexes could keep up with her. She was going to stay out of sight, with her level of speed, that wasn't too hard to accomplish - But, she was going to stay away from the middle. That's where all the action's happening, and the perfect place to get spotted. Dana is going to support her team, trip people, get the flag back - since getting the flag would be so easy that it'd be cheating. All she'd have to do is do it just right that nobody notices that it's Dana Alcott. She was going to look for Henry.

[u][i]Amanda Daisy Blackmore.[/i][/u]

The music blaring meant jackshit to Amanda. She kept bumrushing the enemy base (She was halfway to the middle fortress) until the fucking lights went out. Really, even the battle-crazed Amanda didn't see [i]that[/i] coming. "What the fuck...?" She stopped in her tracks and asked herself, looking around, confused. She had a lapse of control, and the wrecking ball slammed straight into the ground. Creating another massive bang. The ball started rolling around on the ground as Amanda tried to figure what the hell just happened. Like, what the hell? [i]Daddy[/i] was allowing them to take out the lights. Whatever. The problem came when Amanda had to decide what to do. It was fucking pitch black in here. Heating metal to the point it glowed would be stupid. Ugh, she'll have to rely on her useless team to help. "Matt! Nikki! Give me a hand!" Amanda loudly shouted.

[u][i]Nikki Biyung.[/i][/u]

For. The. Love. Of. [i][b]God![/b][/i] What the high[i] hell[/i] is everyone on her team doing? It's like they decided to go full retard at this exact moment. Nikki facepalmed. Shaking her head. Worst of all, the lights went out, and her vision was flooded with darkness. It meant that she couldn't see jackshit for herself. Every goddamn thing was going to hell. Nobody was following the plan, and it was dark on top of that. "Everyone, [i]regroup[/i]!" Nikki tried to call out, since Henry was on the move, she was the leader. They needed to quickly reassess their strategy at least. Well, there was her swarm.... Her bugs were still monitoring the enemy, keeping tabs on their exact location. Something was odd here... Aside from two people moving, they were still bunched together. Which was odd. Were they defending? Most likely had a plan in place, Nikki just needed to figure it out. Because she had expected them to rush forward and do something. It was just obvious. Nikki's team had already scrambled, but she shouted for anyone willing to listen, "They're up to something! None of them are on the move!" 

[u][i]Sylvia Lana Bertoose.[/i][/u]

Lights out, and Sylvia's focus just dropped. She was in the middle of a dancing along to the music (Very suggestively, had lots of butt movements), and hell, the fucking lights went out. Like, Sylvia didn't give a fuck about her plan or the team, but nobody god damn said anything about darkness. She jolted immediately, and the volume of her song went right back down to normal levels. Nobody could hear it but her. Well, shit. She could just raise the volume again, but she had to change priorities (It was getting old, anyway). She needed to actually [i]see[/i]. Sylvia nodded her head and opened her mouth, time to practice her singing a bit. She hummed a beautiful song, and raised the volume a bit, everyone nearby would hear it. Blinking, she activated her sound wave vision. She saw exactly where the soundwaves went, and what they bounced off of, thus she got a visual map of the area. That was not counting what sounds everyone else was making. Come to think of it, if she really wanted to help, she could have totally spied on the enemy team and decoded their plans. [i]Meh, only if the chucklefuck wasn't here.[/i] Sylvia absentmindedly shrugged. 

Well, the chucklefuck was pushing forward, Amanda was dumbfounded, and Henry (Even though he turned invisible, he still has a [i]solid body[/i]) was going for some people on the walls. Ultimately unimportant. Sylvia figured that she should go fuck with the Chucklefuck, no matter what he does, Sylvia was going to make sure that he doesn't get any enjoyment from this match. Sylvia focused on Stephen's footsteps, and amplified the volume, and echoed it (Causing it to repeat itself). Loud enough that everyone would hear him if they paid attention (And probably cause Stephen some discomfort). Making sure that everyone knows [i]exactly[/i] where the Chucklefuck is.