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[center][color=silver][h2]Affliction[/h2][/color][/center]

Affliction leaned his back on the wall of an alleyway. Their recent move to Denver had him a little uneasy. They had planned for their most of their events to occur in Littleton, then the transfer happened. Still it was what it was. He saw HemoGoblin, Victor, at the center of the alleyway pretending to pose a little.

“What are you doing?” Affliction asked.

“Finding my good side of my face in this mask,” HemoGoblin said so starkly seriously that someone who didn’t know him probably would have taken what he said at face value. He knew him and knew it was a joke. A cheap joke and one not to serious. 

He made an annoyed sigh under his breath for a second.

“This is our first night out,” Affliction said, “We’re test running things. You remember the plan?”

“Figure out who the players are in this city, and make connections,” HemoGoblin said with a deep annoyed sigh himself. He complained that he had to use his work voice for this kind of work and that sometimes he wanted to relax. He could relax later. Right now they had things to do in order to establish themselves.

Affliction paused. 

“That is the plan,” Affliction paused, “So we’re going to separate at this point.”

“Yes,” HemoGoblin replied taking out his radio out of the pocket of his coat, “But we keep in contact if something comes up.”

Affliction showed his radio and nodded.

“All right,” Affliction told him, “Well let’s not to do too much. What we have to our advantage is being an anomaly and unknown. I want to keep it that way and sneak up from behind when no one is really expecting us.”

“In other words,” HemoGoblin responded, “Not too many dead bodies. Got it. You know I am going to the hospital tomorrow and I'm getting you some slippers.” He grumbled. Now wasn’t the time to point out he was walking without shoes. To be honest he prefered it over socks and shoes. 

“No thank you,” Affliction responding, peeling off the wall. A mass of flesh had been forming behind him as they talked and he heard HemoGoblin make a noise of disgust. He wanted to use the fact that they had no notoriety to their advantage. Take a victory or seize some kind of chance as silently, stealthy, and efficiently as they could without getting their names out there.

Their current reputation was online. If they could get people to believe they were only an organization online then it could make their next set of actions more unexpected. He turned his back to HemoGoblin who was ended up in the opposite direction. He figured if no one knew who they were, they wouldn’t be hunted, and probably would not need each other’s protection as much.

[i]Unless the need arise.[/i] The walkies they had were sort of cheap. They had a sixty foot radius, so they couldn’t go too far outside of the others ring of communication. It is missions on a dime. But he hoped that wouldn’t be the case soon enough when they began to make connections. Worm their way into pockets.

There was something thrilling or exciting about the outcomes of what tonight could mean. What they could figure out and what that meant for them. Opportunities. He could see many doors of opportunities opening and that was a distinct advantage than in Littleton.

He walked without really an idea of where he was going. He wanted to survey the area at least first. Get to know its paths. Its footnotes. It’s monuments. Little pieces of art decor, maybe a funny looking window. He was starting to get a worrying feeling he was hitting up that sixty foot radius. Yet, something caugth his eye.

An individual who flicked a cigarette butt onto the street. Affliction headed towards that individual. 

“There are designated areas for those,” Affliction told him, “And it is still lit.” This wasn’t the image he wanted to give in his new occupation of the Leaders of Reflections. But he also could not ignore the detrimental dismantlement of the Earth they lived on by a lit cigarette. One of his pet peeves. Villains, Citizens, Heroes, didn't matter who, all needed to learn where to put their trash.