Alex wasn't doing so hot. Too many lights and smells and tastes and everything boiling over into each other. She didn't even realize anyone needed her. What was going on?Looking-Glass clicked her tongue. All these honeyed words pouring out of the man's mouth and it all boiled down to "I'm powerful, therefore I am right"; she'd no idea whether the man, this Chrysopoeic, actually believed in half of what he was saying, that he was saving them from the High, or that he was some sort of God-King, but it didn't matter. Having him replace the High was simply a matter of one tyrant dethroning another.

And even if she disliked tyrants, better the one she knew that the one she didn't. The High were by no means perfect leaders - it was in fact, a stretch to even call them that. They were a constant presence, and an undeniable force, but they did not lead. They were ineffective and hands-off, rarely taking action despite they're overwhelming power, and while some would have cursed them for that, Charlotte had spent long hours thinking about their role in the world, in solitude.

She came to the conclusion that their lack of interference might have been for the best. For humans, power in their hands often went all too easily to their heads, and the god-like powers of the High made them no different - in the end, they were still human; getting too involved with the people, bearing their presence on them all the time like the old deities of Greek myth, would blur the line between divine and human. And it's well known that when a human forgets that they are anything but, is when the true atrocities begin. 

Looking-Glass was face-to-face with one such being right now, and she found that she didn't like it.

She nodded at Dragon's request, and moved quickly. Whatever her feelings on the matter where, Chrysopoeic still had them in the palm of his hand. That power of his was comparable to a High, which meant that they had no chance at winning this confrontation. The only way out then was to escape and recuperate. With Cheshire's help, locating Traveler wasn't difficult. Upon reaching her however, she found her condition less than ideal. The woman was collapsed in a heap, and if her glazed expression was anything to go by, probably seeing stars. Putting a hand on her shoulder, Charlotte gently shook her.

"Traveler, we need to get out of here." Getting to the point, she chose to forgo pleasantries for the moment. Dragon's distraction wouldn't last long.

Alex looked up at the armored girl. What...? She shook her head, which promptly caused her to projectile vomit forward. Coughing, she wiped the bile from her mouth, feeling more alive. "What?" She asked in confusion.

Under her helmet, Charlotte grimaced as some bile landed unceremoniously on White Knight, who promptly complained aloud. Looking-Glass paid him no mind, focusing on the task at hand. "Powerful Epic, might be High-level. Need to get out, now."

Alex looked up at Charlotte blankly, gingerly she moved to a standing position, wobbly. Holding up a hand, Alex motioned towards her head, lifting her shoulders slightly. "I don't know what you want," she groaned.

She was really out of it. This wasn't good. Pointing at Dragon, Looking-Glass hissed. "We need to teleport out of here."

Alex shook her head slowly. "What do you  want?  I don't have hearing..." She hissed. Frustrated, she pressed her head against the armor, and that was when she saw everything. She froze, eyes narrowing as she looked past Charlotte. "He's here!" she hissed.

Looking-Glass's eyes widened in realization. [i]"She's deaf!"[/i] Of all the times for critical information to slip her mind, it had to be now?! The moment Spectrum had issued her warning, Looking-Glass scooped her up, and hightailed it to the nearest building. Her helmet slid off as she did so, resting against her neck like a metal hoodie. Damn it, she didn't have writing material on her, and she had no idea how to do sign language. Hopefully she could read lips. "Need. Teleport. Everyone. Danger," she mouthed as cleanly as possible.

Alex began to protest weakly at being moved, her eyes still locked onto Rend. Seeing the young girl's face, she latched onto what she was saying. "Well, shit..." She muttered. "Hold on!" She said in a falsely cheery voice, dropping both of them through portals and back behind Dragon fairly out of sight. "How do I let him know we're ready?" She thought aloud. One chance. Looking at some rubble behind the villains, Alex took a few moments while the big guy was talking and swapped a smaller brightly colored sign with the rubble. Hopefully he'd see it and know what it meant.

Indeed. Dragon's eyes flicked to the left, where the sign had appeared. "I'm plenty reasonable, Chris. Like I said, me and mine get on and we don't bother nobody." Where had he picked up that drawl from? He hadn't gotten any Westerns lately. He put his hand behind his back, hopefully where Traveler could see it, and held up three fingers. Slowly folding them to count down, he continued with his spiel, putting the other hand behind his back just for show. "Now you say the High do something wrong," [i]Three.[/i] "But I don't see anything like that. They stay out of everyone's business more often than not." [i]Two.[/i] "In fact, most I've seen out of the High has been when people are in trouble; High Island put my apartment back together not so long ago without a word of complaint." [i]One.[/i]

"So, basically, what I'm saying is..." He felt the ground beneath his feet disappear, and he had just enough time to say, "Fuck you, Chris" before he ended up on his ass in a dark room. "I don't normally get to literally flip off supervillains, but damn if it isn't cathartic," He said to nobody in particular, while his eyes adjusted to the suddenly very crowded basement. He'd never been here before, though looking up at the rather shabby couch, he recognised a bra lying half-tossed over it. Hadn't he...

Spectrum, glowing an angry shade of bright red with one arm over her breasts, grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet, letting him see a little more of the untidy space the entire group now found themselves in. "Alex!" Spectrum shouted. "Bedroom! Now! Charlotte, stay here!" With the remarkable strength that comes with determination, she dragged him over to the only door in the room, kicked it open and yanked him inside. When Traveler appeared, Spectrum slammed the door, leaning against it withe her full weight as she sighed in frustration. "Why my place?!"