[hr][h1][i][color=Red]Meifeng Vuhong[/color], [color=aqua]Jennifer Caspin[/color], & [color=powderblue]Taylor Pierpoint[/color][/i][/h1][sub][@ToadRopes][@Maxx][@BurningDaisies][@UrbanEvolution][/sub][hr]


Ratchet's a Metahuman, too? Jennifer... Jennifer never expected that - when she really should have. It all started making sense, with the awakening of her power that meant that she was attracted to them, and they were attracted to her. Ratchet, Taylor, Carole... maybe it did start with Meifeng. Maybe she caught a power from Meifeng - yeah, that makes perfect sense. Thank God it manifested when she was staring death in the face. "... Alright." Jennifer started off, looking back at Ratchet. "At this point, it's... not even a shock anymore." She started awkwardly laughing, scratching the back of her neck. Transfer of Kinetic Energy? That sounds pretty cool, actually. A far cooler power than Regenerator. Ratchet could help people that way. She came to a stop, as she realized something about the confrontation that took place earlier today, "... So, wait, if you can move things..." Jen trailed off, turning back to face Ratchet, "... Did you throw that bike at that psychopath?" She asked, thinking about how badly that fight could have gone made her shudder. Thank God that Meifeng changed her mind at the last second and everyone walked away.

Jennifer sighed, and kept walking. They... should find Meifeng and leave. Because, there isn't much more to say about the party. It's still wild and out of control as always. Jenny shook her head, and kept walking past them. Like they were never there in the first place. She just wasn't cut out for the party scene, being a girl who'd rather stay home and play a game or two to pass time rather than drinking, or banging. The thought of intercourse made Jenny shudder. She reached and adjusted her beret so that it's resting on top of her head. They proceeded back to the living room, and looked around. She didn't see Meifeng, or Taylor - not even the little friend that Taylor mentioned. She scratched the side of her head, and wondered where the hell Meifeng went. Suddenly, the music went dead, Taylor stormed into the room (Presumably after having a really sweaty and oily lesbian threesome with Carole and Reagan), looking less than pleased, and didn't hesitate to tell everyone what's got her so upset.

[i]"... Quoi? Quoi? Sacre Bleu! où est mon putain de collier? Merde!Merde!Merde! Who stole my FUCKING jewelry box???"[/i] Taylor screamed (most of which in a language that no one understood) and everyone in the room looked at her. 

"... The one full of your [i]nipple piercings?[/i]" Meifeng giggled, as she walked up, with a confident grin on her face. Near the edges of the group, she stood with her arms crossed.

"[i][b]IT HAD OVER TWELVE HUNDRED EUROS OF DIAMOND JEWELRY IN IT![/b][/i]" Taylor shouted at Meifeng.

"Taylor, Taylor, [i]Taylor[/i]..." A disappointed sigh came off from the side. It came from Johnny Valos, who was pouring his cinnamon whiskey into a shot glass. His eyes were on what he was doing than Taylor. Once he was finished pouring, he put the whole bottle down, and began sipping, "Listen to me, girl; this is what the fuck happens when you invite every ugly muthafucka from the east to west coast. Someone gonna jack something." Johnny rolled his eyes. He seemed more annoyed than anything. "Now... I know for a fact that we have at LEAST three telepaths here. Just ask one of them to start readin' some minds for that big evil culprit."

Personally, Meifeng didn't quite understand [i]why[/i] she threw a giant party and didn't have all her valuables secured. She shrugged. It's almost like she was [i]asking[/i] to get robbed. While she just didn't wrap her head around all this, she had a personal theory. She took a few steps forward, getting closer to Taylor, until she was taking center stage. "Yo, there's some weird chick walking around here," Meifeng threw a thumb backwards. "I think [i]she[/i] could be behind it."


[hr][h1][i][color=Dodgerblue]Lihua Vuhong[/color][/i][/h1][sub][@Maxx][@Spoopy Scary][/sub][hr]


What a delightful bunch, she hopes that they don't bother her. Well, the other two, Baron can bother Lihua all he wants.

Since her business was over, Lihua turned her attention back to the mission in Chinatown. She pressed a few buttons on her headset, and was right into the same frequency as the KINGFISHERS - acting as their defacto mission control. Whether they wanted her to or not, she would keep her eyes and ears open for danger, and alert them at the earliest possible opportunity. Save lives with information, just like her job description entails. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on the desk, and her chin onto her hands. Clarke voiced dissatisfaction with her viewing his file - likely as an invasion of [i]privacy[/i] - Lihua couldn't [i]help[/i] but smirk. "You're always free to view [i]my[/i] file, Agent Clarke." She said with a chuckle - for literally no reason other than to screw with him.

It seems that the Dreadnaughts have gotten into position, and gladly accessed the comms.

[i]“Coming in; this is Caesar speaking, requesting confirmation on all channel participants. Again I say, this is Caesar speaking. Requesting confirmation on all channel participants – over!”[/i]

[i]"Caesar, this is a secure NEST radio channel," Sam said "Unidentified users are prohibited by penalty of law. Identify yourself- over!"[/i]

Which... gave way to one of the most unexpected, and unwarranted (and hilarious), outbursts that Lihua has ever encountered. The second his voice boomed with sheer anger, Lihua had to lift her headset off a bit. Lest her eardrums get blown out. And that was just the [i]beginning[/i]. For about one minute, this man kept yelling, and yelling, and yelling. She was surprised she didn't hear a few pants for this buffoon to catch his breath. She reached down, and grabbed her coffee mug, drinking it. [i]They put him[/i] IN-CHARGE? [i]Good God, this is going to be a long night.[/i] Lihua thought to herself. She found it hard to laugh because the creeping realization that she has to [i]work[/i] with this man overwritten any entertainment she could have gotten out of this. [i]... And I'm Chinese, you inbred hick.[/i] Lihua thought to herself - almost saying it out loud, using every once of her discipline to hold herself back,

Once Caesar's [i]super effective[/i] team building exercise was over, Caesar asked for the channel's participants. Part of her wanted to remain quiet... but, she figured she best get this man's rant out of the way now. She reached into her desk, and pulled out a nail file, "Agent Vuhong here, I'm feeding information to the agents during this operation...." Lihua trailed off, "... I'll be silent unless I have any updates."