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[b]Location:[/b] Lost Haven University, Lost Haven
[b]Time:[/b] 6:30

The room around David was moderately spacious, the walls surrounding him where white, one wall featured a set of large windows looking down from the second floor, a tv set to the local news was hanging from a corner, and a brown wooden table in the middle of it all. The table itself was covered in spread out notes, books, and a couple laptops. David had told Carmine that he needed help tracking down another lead, but the real reason, he had to learn more about his powers, and the last version of ‘him’. 

As it was he had far too many questions, and the only ones with answers were dead, so he planned to pick over their leftovers the only way an archeologist knew how. But first he had to find said leftovers, and this was bound to be a long process, not something meant to be completed in an hour. So David had decided the time for a break was due and signaled it by stretching his arms outwards and yawning. “All work and no play makes Dave a dull guy.”

“The Shining?” Carmine said, “Is that what you’re referencing?”

“Nope, I’ve never seen that one.”

“That’s a shame, but I think there’s supposed to be a rerun tonight” 

“How convenient.”

“This channel always shows ‘classics’.” Carmine said while he threw up air quotes, he changed the channel a moment later and he was right. [i]We’re professionals, is it really okay if we’re so easily distracted?[/i] But the movie was interrupted a few minutes in by another broadcast.

“What the hell?” Carmine muttered out as he tried changing the channel, the tv flickered several times but it showed the same man talking each time. Carmine and David both settled in, whoever this was they’d gone through the trouble of hijacking the airwaves for something, and David felt that it was going to involve him somehow. And he was right, the Hounds of Humanity began to talk about their reason for being, their dissatisfaction with the world, and how they were leading a crusade against meta humans among other things. [i]They want to wipe out everyone who isn’t human, they’re crazy. Surely they realize that here are metahumans who side with humans, no, who are human?[/i]

The casual mood that he and Carmine had adopted that night was long gone, and even though the broadcast had ended, an ominous feeling had invaded the room. David and Carmine were unable to make more headway on adding to their notes and decided to retire for the night.
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[b]Location[/b]: Lost Haven, Maine
[b]Time[/b]:7:27

The university’s library had begun closing down so David and Carmine decided to go their own ways for the night, except that David had nowhere else to go, so Carmine offered to lend him his couch for the night. It was a decently long drive, almost an hour now, the whole trip David had been giving serious thoughts to his own future, while the radio news and late night talk shows kept talking about the HoH. Not only were they still talking about the HoH’s announcement, but apparently they were no claiming responsibility for a few attacks. David felt a responsibility to attack these hounds, stop them somehow, but he wasn’t a cop or a psychic, he had no way of finding them, and he hoped the same went for them.

Although his mind wouldn’t be one of the ones affected by the nexus’s arrival, and with no powers outside of his other body, he would have had no idea anything happened. But the Earth itself was affected, and via their connection, so was he. Multiple visions flashed in his head, some he thought were memories, some were just weird and out of place. Trying to latch onto something to avoid the overload of images he reached out, and felt something. In an instant his senses were overwhelmed, instead of the inside of a car he found himself surrounded by a heavy fog, when he looked to gaze down at his own hands David saw his body had changed. It seems at some point he had called for his powered body. 

“When did I?” David whispered to himself in confusion, looking around, he thought he could make out the silhouette of someone standing in the distance, the fog made it hard to determine any discernible features.

“Who are you?” David yelled out. The head looked as if it moved slightly to face him, and then it looked away again. [i]How rude[/i].
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[b]Location[/b]: Still Lost Haven, Maine
[b]Time[/b]: Still 7:27

“Oh shit?” Carmine muttered as soon as he realized he was driving through an earthquake, or at least he thought he was. A low growling sounded from somewhere underneath him, he almost assumed it was part of the earthquake if it didn’t sound so guttural, so organic. He had intended to pull over his car so he and David could take cover in a building, but something forced the ground underneath them to become unstable. 

What carmine didn’t know is that underneath him a group of massive worms had been tunneling for their masters, pre digging tunnels in preparation for an invasion of the surface. However, psychic waves emanated from the Psionic Nexus unsettled and even confused some of these creatures, causing some of them to dig even further to the surface, where their psychic induced spasms induced a slight breach in the earth.  After a few seconds, their psychic inflicted confusion passed and the worms retreated deeper into their own lairs in fear. Unfortunately for Carmine he was one of the few to be around these small breaches, and fell into the tunnel after the worms.

Having already fallen Carmine knew he couldn’t escape via the door anymore, so he cursed out loud, honked his horn, desperately hoping someone could save him somehow, but a few seconds later the Earth had swallowed him completely, and his car started tumbling down as if falling down a tunnel. A few moments later he passed out due to the multiple collisions the car took, along with being tossed and turned like clothes in a washing machine. Both his and David’s bodies jerked wildly in their seat belts as their car fell, the varying sounds of clanging metal as the car slid down the tunnel.