[hr][hr][center][h1][color=6F7B70]Daniyal Lohi
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[hr][center][color=6F7B70][b]Location: Circus Top[/b][/color]
[color=6F7B70][b]Interacting With: Angel About to be Sent Back to the Others [@Nallore][/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
Dani escaped outside, panting a few feet away from the entrance as he caught sight of the group moving away. It was tempting to run towards them and put more and more distance between him and the circus, but a sudden crash and shrill scream tore his attention away. His winced as he looked back at the flapping entrance, watching it beckon him inwards. A little ember of that desire to fight peaked through as he edged closer towards the entrance, gingerly peaking his head through the door and almost heaving up his nonexistent lunch at the sight. As if the crumpled up, dying body wasn't bad enough, there was now liquified dog spreading all over the floor. It must've stank, but Dani never actually tried smelling it. He didn't take the risk and just pinched his nose shut, sticking to the edge of the circus and away from both sight and the spreading pile of gore, trying not to throw up. 
He tiptoed slowly towards the groaning angel and lightly shook her, but winced and drew his hand away as he remembered reading about how you could damage or break someone's neck who got in an accident. "You still alive?" he whispered as he gently put his hand on her shoulders, chanting a healing spell into her despite wanting to run away so bad. Sure, Dani was cowardly at times but he wasn't heartless. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=bf40bc]Rita Evans[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/d57ffbc40adc6576b80b72183fd16acc/tumblr_inline_nqzylo03Mw1r23xvu_500.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=bf40bc][b]Location: DC[/b][/color]
[color=bf40bc][b]Interacting With: No one[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
Rita was about to roll her eyes out of her head at the mention of superpowers. She didn't like that word at all. It made them look comical, like a joke. "An organisation formed to fight people with superpowers" doesn't quite convey the same sense of urgency and level of threat. It filled people with hope, which was the worst part of it because it filled them with false hope. It wasn't a hope that reassured them they'd get through it, it was a false one that made the people merely shrug their shoulders and convince themselves that "it's not [i]that[/i] bad", encouraged them to be lazy, to not care. It'd all be dealt with easy peasy, right? Just like in the comics, Superman is going to swoop in and save us all. 
Or maybe she was just reading too deep into things. Rita needed more distractions before she started internally brooding. 
Rita's eyes snapped towards the director, she felt the tenseness in the air before she even saw his face. It's like the air itself held still around his twitching lips. She couldn't help but edge closer to him, perhaps hoping to get a snippet of the phone call that made him go stony. She herself tense up too, but more out of excitement than dread. And now, the swarm of cameras and questions seemed a little more tolerable, even the explosion of activity she expected after that final line didn't fill her with [i]that[/i] much hate anymore.