[center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]Watching as the others positioned the man formerly known as Gamble in a chair and kept him restrained. He smiled at the declawed parahuman with a sort of smug arrogance, he was going to enjoy this. When the fool spoke of revenge, before he could even speak up, the new addition to their team did so. The man’s presence reminded him of Arsenal’s departure and he thought a moment, considering how intelligent Broker had been to have a plant among them, to test things out properly.

It was good that he’d had someone to replace the man although, he had to admit that it annoyed him slightly that they’d had to go [i]‘recruit’[/i] Arsenal when it had been a ploy all along. After a moment of contemplation, which hadn’t shown on his face in the least, he laughed, his gaze still locked with Murdock’s.

[color=#357302][b]“It really is quite funny that you think you’ll be getting anything. After all, when I’m done with you, you won’t even have a will to do anything by yourself, but enough of that, let’s [i]talk[/i].”[/b][/color] He said, his grin still present, each word almost mocking. All he needed was to speak and for Murdock to hear him, he didn’t even need to talk [i]to[/i] their captive.

[color=#357302][b]“So, Thunderbolt was it? Interesting choice for a name I must say. I’m Chatterbox,”[/b][/color] as he introduced himself he did a flourish with his hand, reached over, and then tapped Thunderbolt on his shoulder.

[color=#357302][b]“Master, Trump”[/b][/color] he began, [color=#357302][b]“…power works through my voice, I can slowly induce a highly suggestive hypnotic state in people who listen to me. Don’t worry, touched you to make you immune, boss said I wasn’t allowed to use my power on you lot. A shame really, I could make our teamwork perfect and leave all of you otherwise unaffected, but oh well.”[/b][/color] He didn’t mention that he could also make them do almost anything he wanted them to without them ever knowing he’d made them do it, or them even remembering they had done anything at all and that was really just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

He continued, [color=#357302][b]“I can [i]tune[/i] my power to make people less affected than normal, or outright immune, oh…and once people are fully hypnotized I can gift a weaker version of my power to them if I want to. Sadly though, not nearly as useful in a fight, but I’m good with planning, so there’s that.”[/b][/color] He shrugged a bit, still smiling, before he turned his attention to Murdock.

[color=#357302][b]“So [i]friend[/i],”[/b][/color] he said, his power having been working on him every time he’d spoken, [color=#357302][b]“…I’m going to tell you, not ask, for you to [i]relax[/i]. Oh yeah, and drop the scowl, no reason to feel so frustrated with us. After all, who got you captured to begin with?”[/b][/color] He smiled at the idiot, a measure of arrogance and self-assurance in his eyes as he did so, he was clearly enjoying this.

He let Murdock get to the point of realizing what he was implying, then spoke again, driving the dagger in and twisting it, [color=#357302][b]“Oh, that’s right, it was you, because you did something stupid just to see if you could. Guess you didn’t have luck good enough to win that particular Gamble did you. Of course, you won’t have [i]any[/i] luck from here on out, not [i]really[/i].”[/b][/color]

When he finished hypnotizing the fool he was going to make him totally aware of his actions, but totally unable to control them and man, he was going to enjoy it. Once he’d had his fun he would probably make Murdock think he was mute, and then implant a series of suggestions to help him [i]remember[/i] false memories, or to create them by thinking they were things that had actually happening.

After all, it wasn’t that Chatterbox didn’t want Murdock to talk, exactly, it was that he wanted Murdock to say only what they wanted. He wanted to make him mislead the PRT, feed them lies about their powers and perhaps about their numbers. Any leg up would do really, and he planned to take all of them.[hr][center][h1][color=#B8EEFF][b]Outsider[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]

He wondered why G4M3R was being so hesitant about picking a plan, they’d suggested some good ones already. Then, before he could speak up, a stranger interrupted them…a stranger equipped in the garb of someone associated with the Rockers. He narrowed his eyes as he turned bodily towards the individual.

Then Celia sprung into action, charging the man. He braced himself, just in case he needed to activate his power—though he really doubted it.

[color=#B8EEFF][b]“Well, it looks like we’re about running out of time to plan. So I say you guys go in, try to get them out of the building, and I can ambush them out here or deal with anyone who heads out.”[/b][/color] He said it with confidence, fairly sure that the plan would work.