Angel paused at the strange sight before her. The heavy costume made it difficult to tell the gender of the person in front of her, but the voice filtering out from the elongated mask sounded feminine. The strange bird-ish creature on the girls shoulder gave Angel pause, but nothing felt ominous to her. Angel prided herself on being able to read someone's intentions and this girl seemed to want to help. [color=aba000]"I'm sorry,"[/color] she said, moving closer to the raven figure and peering over the edge of the roof. [color=aba000]"you caught me off guard and I'm kind of on edge... I'm keeping the crowd calm for now, but is there anything else we can do? If we get caught, it's NOVA for us..."[/color]

Angel trailed up as the night sky lit up in a flash of colors and shapes. Someone had just stepped off a roof opposite to them and was standing in midair! Giving a grand speech about saving the citizens... [color=aba000]"Oh no. Oh that poor idiot. They're gonna shoot him out of the sky or take him to NOVA... But he may have just given us a distraction. What do you think?"[/color] Angel was already tapping at her ear-mounted phone to call up her brother and get him into motion.

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Jason squatted beside the strange dog, reaching out to let the thing sniff at him before trying to get any closer. It was a good thing he was close as he was however, as the dog's eyes flashed into wells of darkness before reappearing, and doing the whole act again. As if it was some sort of signal. [color=92278f]"Alright, I think I get you..."[/color] Jason muttered, moving closer. [color=92278f]"So who do you belong to and what do you want?"[/color] He asked, curious about this turn but still suspicious.

The grandoise entrance from the Variant above made Jason straighten up and snap to attention. Bigger fish to fry  and all. [color=630460]"Hold that though."[/color] He told the dog as his ear started ringing. With a flick of his good wrist, Jason brought up his phone display, the holographic image being displayed from the device on his ear into the empty space about a foot from his head. [color=92278f]"Already on it, if we're moving now's the time."[/color] He said to the concerned-looking image of Angel's helmeted face. [color=aba000]"Be safe down there, Overclock."[/color] She replied, remembering to use his codename for once. [color=92278f]"C'mon Angel, this is me you're talking about. I wouldn't dream of it."[/color]

Hanging up the call, Jason made a beeline for the nearest alley. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a black bandana, wrapping around the lower part of his face. Pulling his hood up, the 'disguise' was nearly complete. He needed his gloves and-- Overclock ran into a brick wall of muscle. Looking up, Overclock was shocked to see the costumed visage of Tank, a local legend in this neighborhood. Overclock had never worked with him personally, but he'd seen the big guy's work. Taking a step back, Jason caught his breath and nodded up to the big man. [color=92278f]"Tank, right? I'm a big fan."[/color] He said, digging into his backpack and pulling out a pair of black, elbow-length gloves. Tank had probably already seen the prosthetic arm Jason wore on his left side, but the gloves would help conceal him from anyone else. Finally he reached into his hoodie pocket and grabbed his staff, unfolding it to its full five foot length with a flick of his wrist. [color=92278f]"I'm Overclock. I help clean up the streets too. Looks we got our work cut out for us tonight though, huh?"[/color]