[right][h3]Creep/Wisp[/h3]Sheila Hopkins [i]Home[/i][/right] Sheila sighed as she arrived home, pulling off her blindfolds and letting the hood fall as she revealed herself only first after she had completely entered the building. Obviously, she found Viola at the computer, dressed in a purple hoodie. Her little sister spun around and looked with somewhat worried eyes at her. [color=938fbf]‘Oh. You’re back. How did it go?’[/color] Viola asked, looking at her. [color=97d5e6]‘… I was unsuccessful in making the Rockers leave town. Damn it. Why do they think they can match the Community? They’re [i]flies[/i] compared to the Community,’[/color] Sheila said with a frown, annoyed by their decision. Despite herself, she had grown [i]just the slightest[/i] fond of the Rockers, if only in comparison to other villains. Certainly more so than the Community. [color=97d5e6]‘… We’re going to need to put our eggs in more baskets,’[/color] she commented, causing Viola to raise an eyebrow. [color=97d5e6]‘I might need your help,’[/color] Sheila continued, now causing Viola’s eyes to widen in surprise, for Sheila had never requested her help with a mission before. [hr] [color=97d5e6]‘How do I look?’[/color] Sheila asked, standing still while turning her head slightly, inspecting as Viola walked around her with a frown on her face. [color=938fbf]‘You look… freakin’ [i]weird[/i],’[/color] Viola commented, making Sheila shiver. [color=938fbf]‘No, this won’t work. I can [i]see[/i] that it’s an image, and the places you’re trying to fill in in-between the images look twisted and unnatural. People’s going to see,’[/color] she continued, sighing a bit as she frowned to her sister. Sheila nodded back, she could see it herself. One of the bonuses of her power was that she could always choose to see herself, no mirror required, just light redirected to her eyes. She discarded the printed images she was holding. They had tried to use images of a stranger on the internet taken from a variety of different angles as a basis for Sheila to attempt to reconstruct as a 3D image around her face for everyone else to see in public, using her power to try to fill in the blanks. This to create disguise for Sheila to use in public, but apparently it wouldn’t be that simple. Probably could have done it if the person was physically within her range, but unfortunately that range was a whole meter. [color=97d5e6]‘Damn,’[/color] Sheila cursed. She really wanted to use a public computer for this, and school-computers used passwords. The problem with that, was that Sheila would be appearing in public, and she’d rather not be identified if the worst came to be. Viola, though, was giving her a strange look. [color=938fbf]‘Hey, sis,’[/color] Viola had a sneaky smirk. [color=938fbf]‘You control all visible light, right? … So, how about you divert some light and control your hair and skin-color?’[/color] Sheila blinked, slightly stunned. Oh. She hadn’t thought of doing that. So, the only kind of disguise she could possibly realistically do with that would be to make her skin dark. … So she did just that. Using her power to watch herself, she watched as she diverted large amounts of light from extending from her skin… but not all of it. Before her, the color of her skin changed. First to a weird unnatural grey, but then she balanced it by letting some yellow and red pass through, making brown… then a few tweaks here and there to make it look more natural, progressively making her skin darker… made her hair black by just cutting away most of the light… And there she stood. Sheila Hopkins, except considerably dark-skinned, close to completely black, and with black hair instead of blonde white. Not unrecognizable, but would definitely throw off someone that was looking for her. Viola had jumped back and watched the odd transformation taking place before her eyes. She extended a thumbs up. [color=938fbf]‘Nice. You’re now a literal black irish!’[/color] Viola quipped, grinning at her. [color=97d5e6]‘…’[/color] Sheila stood silent for a second or two, inspecting herself. Without her ponytail, she looked a lot different than she normally did while in public, and the darker skin did even more to that. But, that was still her facial-structure. Someone who knew her power could still identify her. Also, maybe it was just her looking at herself, but as someone who was genetically irish despite having lived her whole life in America, looking black was weird. … But ultimately nothing genetics couldn’t explain, nothing that would attract attention in public. [color=97d5e6]‘It’ll do,’[/color] she said, settling for this. [color=938fbf]‘Alright,’[/color] Viola nodded with a grin. [color=938fbf]‘Let’s do this.’[/color] [hr] Before the mission start, Sheila went and stole a couple walkie-talkies. One was given to Viola, the other Sheila kept. They’d be discarded after the mission, regardless. [hr] [right][h3]Wisp[/h3]Sheila Hopkins [i]Public Library[/i][/right] Later, Sheila arrived at the public library in order to use a public computer, with a skin-color close to completely black by use of her power. Just a young, dark-skinned teenager wanting to make use of the public library. She wore a blue jacket that would be discarded after this, and a dark skirt, her visually black hair intentionally hanging free and combed to somewhat hide her face, just for extra protection. Because using a public computer while in costume would attract attention, but there was the possibility that she’d be tracked while doing this, so she’d rather not appear as herself. To stay black required continuous use of her power, but Sheila was well-versed with continuous use of her power. She wouldn’t even be confused by changes of light, she could make it bounce off naturally, adapting. She blended in. She found herself an unoccupied public computer in a corner. As she sat down, her fingers started moving to create a new email-address and then type down a message from it. She had a simple goal. Ensure the Protectorate and PRT elsewhere, in as many cities as possible, get messages detailing Patriarch’s power and influence on Denver. She made a couple posts on different forums with “rumors” of Patriarch’s power, to sow the seeds. She included other public heroes or hero-teams who had mail-addresses that could be found. She had let Viola find the emails and forums where Sheila was the most likely to connect to as many people as possible. So now, with all that done, Sheila began typing. Notably, she excluded the local Protectorate or any local heroes. They could already belong to Patriarch. Several times while doing this, she reached into her jacket’s pocket and pressed a button on the walkie talkie. It slowed things down a bit, but soon enough, she had her message typed. From: anonymouspersoninperil@mail.com [hider=Warning, to all heroes]I am a scared and anonymous inhabitant of Denver. The local villain Patriarch of the Community is a high-level Master/Striker who can rewrite an individual’s mind with a single touch, the touched still remaining the exact same person but with a sudden allegiance to the Community. Anyone, cape or not, may become his minion if he gets his hand on them. He recently announced to his underlings that he used his power to recruit Rahul Marios, owner of Denver Post and Abraham Achim of the city council, as well as Sonika, local parahuman villainess. There could be any number of unsaid individuals that he has already laid claim to but hasn’t announced. I urge you to deal with the Community and their leader quickly, before the situation worsens. He’s the kind to slowly build his forces before until he’s unstoppable. Nobody in Denver can necessarily be trusted, depending on how much we’re underestimating him. Master protocols don’t help against him when those he claims are able to perfectly remember the codes. [i]Anyone[/i] could be his servant, just pretending not to be until the time is right. I have no proof backing my words or that I haven’t already been claimed, but please, consider this a high-class threat. For if you do not, he might eventually become one.[/hider] Alright. Something like that. She didn’t hide the “sent-to” section, all of those who received the mail would see all others that received that. Satisfied, she clicked “Send”. Now, Sheila sat still. … If someone sent back a reply, she wanted to be there to reply with further information. That would increase the perceived validity of her claim, hopefully. But, paranoid as she is, she couldn’t help but imagine that somehow, SOMEONE would be able to track her location to this library. And if they did, they weren’t necessarily doing it with her well-being in mind. Sheila used her powers to get perfect 360 degree vision, all around her, suspicious of every single movement, feeling a mild panic brewing. She wasn’t even sure she’d see an attack before it’s too late. Which is why she had Speedrunner on standby, by walkie talkie, fully dressed up as Speedrunner in an alley, battle-staff at the ready. Once every minute Wisp reached into her pocket and just pressed the button to let Speedrunner know she was still there. If Speedrunner failed to get an update, she’d send an empty text-message to Wisp’s phone, which would then vibrate a little in her pocket. If then Wisp didn’t quickly press the button to confirm she was still there, Speedrunner was to assume she was in trouble and dash in quickly to retrieve her. Speedrunner also watched the walls from the alley intently, because the second and more immediate signal that Sheila was in trouble was simply an extremely powerful burst of light, which Sheila had been gathering ammo for before she even embarked for the library. Now, there was a possibility that Sheila was just being massively paranoid. … But she was putting herself in a situation where she was potentially making herself a massive target to the Community or even local heroes that may have been touched by the Patriarch, if they had tinkers that could track her, and she’d much rather be safe than sorry. Much rather. So there she sat, watching an inbox.