[h2]Alessa Heather: Trainyard[/h2]
On the upside, it sounded like Epsilon was moving in without trouble at the moment, having been allowed to make headway in order to keep her from negating her own abilities, and Tulpa’s projection was finally about to see combat. On the downside, the gunfire and crashing indicated that Overlook’s drone had been destroyed… and Chatterbox’s speech was still doing something to her. She could almost feel his words prodding at her mind, threatening to dissuade her from her chosen role… but she was a hero, wasn’t she? As long as that held true, she couldn’t just let herself walk away from this!

The sound of yet more gunfire caused her to flinch, though. And that was uncharacteristic. For now, she couldn’t see where it was coming from, but she found herself wanting surprisingly little to find its source… why? Surely this was part of Chatterbox’s power, which would make him a Thinker of rather potent proportions - a notion shortly reinforced by the cape himself.

And shortly after that, two of the enemy capes finally came into view, just as one of them hurled a crate in her direction. Hers, and perhaps the other two in the warehouse with her. Damn it, who could just chuck a crate like that?! Reacting quickly, Messiah aimed a finger, and fired out an extremely potent beam of heat, slicing the crate and its contents in half to land on either side of both her and everyone near her.

That distraction, that unlikely moment of diverted attention, should probably have been the death of her. Or at least the knocking out of her. Either way, the other cape- very likely Headhunter- had had her in his sights, with every opportunity to take his shot, and she had no time to figure out why he hadn’t taken it before luck took pity on her, and Tulpa’s projection finally burst through the- wow, that was certainly a beast she’d created! And good timing, too.

‘Nicely done, Tulpa!’ she cheered, pursuing steadily as at least Headhunter began to flee, ducking behind another pile of boxes as he fled. Alas, she couldn’t follow on so readily, for Epsilon’s nullification field would render her powerless if she wandered into it… huh. Maybe it wouldn’t be so silly for her to carry a gun around after all, then. Especially if her energy beams weren’t viable; she tended to make them reasonably damaging to begin with, but what if she couldn’t control their strength? What if she killed someone accidentally? What if her actions did more harm than-

No, NO, that was the Thinker’s words getting to her. Maybe his power was like a reverse version of Captain Morales’, then, inducing a lack of confidence the longer he had it active? No, that’d be too easy... maybe. Either way, it wasn’t fun to be around.

...that loud roar from the far end didn’t sound so brilliant either. What was happening with Lillian? Who knew? Screw the effects of the field, she needed to get over there and help the dinosaur girl! Messiah promptly forged ahead, noting the feeling of loss as she entered Epsilon’s field again, and this time making sure she could duck behind something if another crate was thrown in her direction.