[center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]Nodding her head as she listened dutifully, she took in the further explanation of the, well, decoys, before she composed herself. As the senior hero began briefing them Evelyn's expression quickly became serious. Imperceptibly, her mind turned to how they might [i]deal[/i] with the villains. She found herself having to intentionally dial back the urge to analyze and [i]deconstruct[/i] the hypothetical ne'er dowells in her mind's eye.

As if to indicate her rushing mind, the faint, shimmering light of her projection roiled off of her for a moment before receding back 'into' her form and then, unseen, into the ground. Once Decoy had finished explaining, she nodded, still looking rather serious, before she glanced in Alessa's direction. She [i]was[/i] the team leader after all.

Evelyn figured that she would play second or third fiddle, so to speak, regardless of the plan or exact nature of the mission. Silently though, she hoped that she might get a chance to take a proper bite out of crime.

At the thought, unseen, her projection's shadow [i]bristled[/i].

Turning to regard Lillian, Evelyn felt the dangerous edge slipping, before finally she smiled a bit. Anyone who had been paying close attention would have noticed the shift, but Evelyn seemed almost entirely unaware.

Man, Lillian was pretty adorab—[color=#3068FF][b]"Woah!"[/b][/color] She took a step back and, instinctively, her projection's shimmering 'shadow' rose from the floor and seemed to wrap around her. It manifested into what appeared to be some kind of cement wall with spindly legs propping it up in front of Evelyn, before it vanished. Blushing a bit, Embarassed she'd allowed herself to be so startled by the incredibly lifelike T-Rex that Lillian's device had created, Evelyn swallowed hard and then laughed awkwardly.

Maybe she was strung a bit too tightly....

[color=#3068FF][b]"Eheh, sorry, um. That startled me."[/b][/color] she said before shifting her attention to Ira as she explained her new invention. Smiling wider, eyes almost sparkling she held a hand out to Ira. [color=#3068FF][b]"Can I see it?"[/b][/color] She was pretty pleased and given that the two had spent quite a few sessions for her to explain her power to Ira the friendliness made sense.

[color=#3068FF][b]"I can take it on a test run this mission and give you back a report as to its effectiveness!"[/b][/color] Clearing a throat—whether given the bracelet or not, in which case she would don it if handed to her—she glanced at Alessa before speaking up.

[color=#3068FF][b]"With this device I should be able to scout even better than normal too. So I can give a general building layout as well as the amount of guards maybe. Though...Tiger Lily, you can probably tell how many people there are using your strong nose. That'd probably be more efficient actually."[/b][/color]

She glanced at Alessa again, [color=#3068FF][b]"How do you think we should handle it Alessa?"[/b][/color][hr][center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]This time he had come prepared. He didn't ask for a weapon when they were already on site, no he already had a handgun, rubber bullets loaded, and one or two sets of rounds at his belt.
 Beyond that he had two 2.5 foot long wooden rods at either side of his waist. He was certainly armed much better than before and while he wasn't a martial artist, his voice and commands could make anyone hesitate for just long enough for him to get a small advantage. Plus, the fact that he could use it repeatedly, the effect compounding, meant that each time he used it, the effect would be stronger than the last. Each time he commanded someone to hesitate, stand down, or anything else, they would consider it for a bit longer, which would give him time for a strike or a shot.

It was something he'd thought on after dealing with Noble briefly during their first mission. He hadn't thought to use his power that way, but he was going to start. Though, admittedly, he wasn't sure if he'd get a chance this mission and he also wasn't sure it would be good if he did. After all, his power took time to be properly useful and he didn't really have much at all in the way of combat training, so it might be better to wait till he had time to invest in lessons.

These things aside, he tapped a code into his tranceiver, and swiftly got several responses, making him smile. The getaway cars were in position, along with the armed civilians should they need back up or a distraction.

Keeping his eyes on the door, he let the others figure out their entrance. He really couldn't believe how low the security was here. Honestly, it seemed...well, too good to be true. As a result, he was a bit tense, for he was just [i]waiting[/i] for something to go wrong.[hr][center][h1][color=#B8EEFF][b]Outsider[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]Raising an eyebrow slightly, then shrugging as the woman departed, Jake's eyes drifted over to the suit clad man, before shifting back to the woman briefly before his attention was laid properly on the man with the suit. He had to admit, that potential client was pretty smokin', though it didn't mean much in the long run. It wasn't as if he could hold down a proper relationship what with the difficulties his power caused him....

Casting that out of mind just as swiftly as it had entered, Jake listened as the man, a Gabriel apparently, spoke up.

[i]'No last name,'[/i] he thought, his expression remaining largely blank, unreadable, just like about ninety percent of his body language. Of course, if one did read into his body language and expression they'd just think he was relaxed all the time, or perhaps that he didn't care.

This, as well as the 'distance' between him and his emotions meant that any charm that Gabriel had, was largely lost on him. He understood that other people would react to it, but he just didn't [i]feel[/i] the charisma.

His request seemed a bit, over the top? It was a pretty major job. It had him a bit skeptical to begin with, especially considering how thick the guy was laying on the charm. Then he set down the suitcase and revealed the money.

Jake took a step forwards, expression unchanged, and reached out for the money. Halfway through the action he stopped and met this Gabriel's eyes. [color=#B8EEFF][b]“Might I take a look,”[/b][/color] he asked, sounding only the slightest bit curious. It was so slight in fact that he almost sounded, and looked, uninterested.

This also meant that he didn't seem suspicious in the least, even though he was. This was [i]a lot[/i] of money to be offering, and apparently it was just the tip of the iceberg. Weird how both the jobs today seemed...suspicious.

He wondered if someone was trying to scam or frame them somehow.

Aside from the PRT, did they even have competitors that might do that? Maybe enemies? Villains?

It was hard to say, but nonetheless...he didn't like this. He didn't like accepting payment without being able to do a background check or something on their 'clients'. It bothered him like few things could.

He liked being in the know.