[color=00aeef]Eva "Mouse" Walsh [/color]

The Bus came to a halt at the New York Public Library with the hiss of the doors opening. The Library itself was just down the street a stone's throw away it was a modern looking building on the corner of E 24 and Madison Avenue designed like those art deco buildings of old. Eva wandered in not quite sure where anything was, as a Librarian took notice and walked up to her. “Lost Miss?”

Eva looked towards the woman not quite old but still getting on in years, although age hasn’t affected her looks yet. “[color=00aeef]Uh. Yeah, where are the computers? Need to do a bit of research about heroes for a project[/color].” She said using her age to cover for her in case the Librarian wanted to pry. 

The Librarian smiled and lead Eva towards the computers which had dividers separating the stations, it didn’t seem like it was all too busy at the moment but that was to be expected since it was quite early in the day, Kids her age was still in school and most were at work. But Eva was far from the only person here and she’d rather not draw curious eyes if she could help it. The Librarian stopped and said.”Here we are, if there’s anything else you need let me know.”

Eva gave a slight nod and took a seat taking hold of the mouse she began opening the browser to search any sites about supers hoping they would have what she needed least she dig around the archives of the library. Multiple listing appeared in the search bar; know your heroes; superhero wikia; or superhero fandom which had a slightly disturbing page description, it wasn’t something Eva wanted at the least. But the superhero wikia seemed promising. And the page looked professional enough but as she opened the villains tab numerous entries cluttered the screen. Everything from Haircules to Hyperion and the mechanical Medusa; Eva needed to narrow down the villains, she clicked a filter based on powers and popularity or lack thereof in Shock Jockey’s case. 

Even with a reduced list of villains it took twenty minutes of browsing but there he was, or at least it certainly seemed to be him. “[color=00aeef]His real name, Gangi[/color] (mischievous person) [color=00aeef]Impisi[/color] (hyena) [color=00aeef]a Zulu born in south africa emigrated to america with his family as a young boy. But fell into crime as he grew up in poverty contrary to what his parents had thought when they moved to america[/color].”  Eva took a moment to read his rap sheet all small times crimes currently an escaped criminal but otherwise a low priority according to the listing. 

“[color=00aeef]No known addresses. Power Level minimal[/color]. -” Eva felt a chill run down her spine as she glanced over her shoulder with paranoia only to see nothing.”[color=00aeef]Must be nothing. Well I guess that confirms it, time to head home[/color]..” Eva said as the chill once again ran the length of her spine. This time she bolted from her chair searching the room, only to draw curious glances from a few others at computer stations. 

A slight breeze blew through the building carrying what seemed like voices that came from everywhere and nowhere. “It sees us.” The voices said if Eva would have listened clearly, but she saw nor heard anything of note save the wind. Which was more than strange to even hear indoors. Eva decided she needed to return home, there was naught any more for her to do here. As she took her leave the voices continued. “It does not. No. But it feels us. That one sensed our presence. A medium. - A medium.” They repeated in echo. 

As Eva left the library a dark car sat outside a man continuing to observe her actions. While Eva took the bus back home transferring routes to Long Island in her Aunts Home on the cul de sac on eighth street right next to Connetquot High School. Evil plotted elsewhere.

In the Mayor’s Office Mayor Sampson sat running a comb through his hair while he buzzed his secretary. “Babydoll - hold my calls I’ll be busy for a bit Mkay.” 

The secretary groaned in the other room before pressing the button to respond. “Of course Mr. Mayor.”

Sampson held his hand out and a glowing orb formed in his hands like magic to which he pulled out a ornate book. He held it and chanted words in an unknown language as a portal of magic ripped a doorway in the center of the room to which a raven haired beauty emerged in a dress so intricate it deserved it’s own museum dedicated solely to it. “Babe. Fabulous entrance as ever.” Sampson spoke as the woman cringed.

“Silence mortal! I gave you my teachings, I expect to see results in turn.” The woman's’ gaze was hot as molten embers as Sampson shook in both fear and excitement.  

“And I promised I’d deliver didn’t I? I never leave a woman wanting. That said searching the city for just one mystical artifact is no easy feat. I get you and this sword have a history but it’s not like swords are all that common among the local heroes.”

“I have no time from your prattling. He who wields Excalibur will no doubt lay waste to my plans, eliminate them by any means necessary.”

“You got it boss lady.” Sampson muttered under his breath. “You mean my plans.” 

She glanced over spite overflowing from her eyes. “What was that!!?”

“Nothing!! Nothing! I got plans is all, I’ll find this sword I promise that.”Sampson said with a tinge of fear creeping from his lips.

And with that the woman took her leave through the dark foreboding looking portal whence she came. “She may be powerful, but this city is mine soon even Morgana will be on her knees before me, putting her skills to better use. Oh. She’ll be putting her skills to better use indeed.” Sampson said as he let out a vile cackling. As he straightened his tie and flipped through pages of the ominous book.