[center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]Watching intently the interaction, Chatterbox didn't bother trying to do anything, figuring their boss could handle himself, still, he winced as the alcohol was wasted.

Of course, then it was over...and then it got more interesting as one of the strangers in the room decided to lay a little beatdown on their [i]friend[/i]. Of course, it was a little frustrating, after all they'd lost one of their members capturing Gamble and dealt with quite a few complications, and now he was apparently just trash.

Yeah, they did need to make him pay. Walking, he placed a hand on the shoulder of, what had it been? Ah, Thunderbolt. [color=#357302][b]“Actually let's not kill him, it'd break the unspoken rules. You know, the ones that keep many of us alive,”[/b][/color] he said with a smooth smile, [color=#357302][b]“However, if you would,”[/b][/color] he said, even as he grabbed a chair and sat it down near the cape, [color=#357302][b]“I would just love to brainwash him properly, that way he won't be leading [i]anyone[/i] back to us. Of course, it will take me...some time, but I think it will be worth the investment. We can have him spouting any lie we want in thirty minutes or so.”[/b][/color] He grinned, a certain maliciousness in him even though he was suggesting the more humane option. After all, surviving as a thrall was certainly better than dying, wasn't it?

The truth was, Drake didn't care either way.[hr][center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]

As they arrived at the interrogation room, bad news was made worse as more details were piled on to the little they'd learned before. By the end of it, Evelyn was gritting her teeth, and had had to make an effort to keep her fists from clenching. All the while her projection's shadow had been scanning those nearby. She was managing to keep her breathing somewhat calm as the villain flirted and attempted to give the PRT guard as much trouble as possible. She didn't like this 'Lovecraft,' already, and while every part of her wanted to volunteer to go in there just so she could beat the bastard...bitch(?) up, she didn't.

Then Ira spoke up and her eyes widened a bit as she glanced over at her teammate. Before she could stop herself she'd spoken, [color=#3068FF][b]“Can we go in together?”[/b][/color] She said, her outrage softening somewhat as she was reminded of Protean's little 'lesson'. She ammended her statement, [color=#3068FF][b]“Actually, I [i]will[/i] be going in with her. That way we can't be caught off guard no matter what.”[/b][/color]

Then, remembering the Director's words she smiled a bit, feeling useful. [color=#3068FF][b]”Oh and before we go in, let me scan their powers.”[/b][/color] She took in a deep breath, steadying herself, and extended her projection's shadow through the floor—unseen-- and then up and through a part of the villain's body. It was an imperceptible thing.

Swiftly a rush of information fell upon her, but she could handle it. The more times she did it, the easier it got to understand and the faster she could process the information by virtue of practice.

[I]Physical form alteration, limitation: prime organ. Fine control. Limitation: Personal. Eliminates unwanted mutation. Nervous system alterations. Rapid changes.[/i]

Then, oddly, the process finished, the power apparently not terribly complex in nature...at least not on the surface. She took another moment to process the information then she opened her eyes. [color=#3068FF][b]“Definitely a shifter. Seems to possess fine control over their own physical form and only their physical form down to micro scale. Probably can't alter their own brain I don't think. This is theory, but based on the fine control and the fact that it presumably extends to all organs, tissues, and structures other than the brain, this...Lovecraft, probably has a brute rating too. It might be good to have them restrained in...what did you call it? Containment foam. Anything that makes movement really difficult, but everywhere.”[/b][/color] Finally done, she quieted down and waited, hoping she'd done a good enough job, and hoping she could get a crack at the villain. Of course, she was also sort of counting on Ira's presence in the room to make her [i]not[/i] get violent.

For some reason she just [i]hated[/i] the injustice of it. Hated it to her core. It was a little disturbing....[hr][center][h1][color=#B8EEFF][b]Outsider[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
While he didn't much like the whole waiting to see if he was needed part, Outsider nodded at staying outside, but decided to speak up about the rest, [color=#B8EEFF][b]“I'm with Kyoshi here, blowing a hole in the roof isn't a great idea. Both because of property damage, and well, we don't know how stable that building is. Better to play it safe, we are the heroes after all.”[/b][/color]

He shrugged a bit, still a bit anxious to get things going, though the feeling was muted and...sort of far away. It would have been annoying, but that emotion was just as distant. He suppressed a sigh.