[center] [h3][color=00aeef] Jason [/color] [/h3][/center] [hr] Jason sat, his chair tipped back, as he surveyed the room in front of him. Two of that Lethal Force group had appeared. A solo he hadn't been expecting sitting with them. Was she a new recruit? Not that he really knew much about them, but he didn't think there were so many ladies before. Or was he thinking of a different group? Fuck it. Purge and Exhale. The mob. Scary in their own right, especially since no one really knew what Purge did himself. Neither of the official big boys from the Rockers had shown. That was... Disappointing, he guessed. Retcon. Another quirky one. Best to not think too hard on that one. Ah, enough with the people. They either were unknowns or knowns, nothing he could do about it. He tapped the table, sightly irritated at the whole reason this was happening. The damned Community. If even half the rumors running wild were true..... Well, at least this was a mission he could get behind. He glanced at Whimsy, frowning beneath his helmet. His special request for a helmet that filtered sounds through an electronic system, able to make him essentially deaf to the world... And with built in comms for ease. He wasn't going to risk another fiasco with Chatterbox.... Same basic design as before, but the inside was what changed. Heh, even with him. He felt... Idly better about their last mission after the whole ice cream talk they'd had. He almost felt like a big brother at this point. Almost. He glanced at the clock, ready for this to all start. Just to make sure everyone made it.... [hr] [Center][h3]Whip[/h3][/center] [hr] The room was fancy. Too fancy. The place fake, the people fake. Everything fake. She skittered into the room, possibly the last one to enter, and spotted the male half of the Twin. She snorted, slapping the back of his head as she sat down. "Other is better," she whispered to him, a fox grin on her face as she let her hood down. "This one is...[I]tainted[/I]." [hr] [Center] [img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ0LmU5MzJmMS5UR2xzYkdsaGJnLCwuMA,,/pink-gladiolus.one.png[/img][/center] [hr] Lillian sat behind her little booth, beaming behind her updated wardrobe. A proper costume, for a proper event. Her upper face was hidden behind special visor Decoy had whipped up, looking not unlike her Dino form's face. It covered more of her face, while leaving her mouth and nose open so her senses could still be useful. The rest of her outfit was not unlike many popular Wards in material and design, colored in a gray, scale-like texture of light armored padding designed for maneuverability. A small skirt added depth without being in the way over the leggings half of the suit. A tiger lily flower was in her hair, a gift from a young boy who had been one of the first to approach her earlier. She had been surprised at the amount of people who had visited her, actually, and her hand hurt a little from the signatures. She'd talked a bit about overcoming adversity, but she mostly wanted to help on a more individual basis, but that wasn't happening here. Maybe she could spend a little more time on PHO in the PMs? She glanced over towards Alessa, glad her mask was covering the blush that was creeping across her cheeks. Standing up, since things seemed to be winding down at the moment. This was great. All of it. There were tons of fantastic people around, from the Protectorate to the local Capes like Furnace to all the Wards.... Her gaze turned back to Alessa before she looked down and rolled her eyes at herself. With a slight skip in her step she headed over. [Color=pink]"Isn't this just wonderful, Messiah?"[/color] she asked brightly, waving at a kid nearby who was walking away from Furnace with the biggest smile she'd ever seen. The sight caused her to giggle a little. Really she felt high with happiness today, and she supposed it was leaking through. [Color=pink]"Did you say hi to Furnace? He's pretty neat. I kinda feel bad for G4M3R though. But it's so good to see Noble and Captain Morales back. There's so many nice people and it's been so much fun and it's almost as nice as the day we...."[/color] Okay, her ears were definitely red now as she clamped her mouth shut. [Color=pink]"Errr, I'm rambling. Sorry, hehe,"[/color] she tried to cover, running a hand along her neck. [hr] [Center][H2][color=aquamarine] Chasing Dreams [/color] [/h2] [@Spiffy][/center] [hr] Mantis was out following what little they could figure out about that Intel, which seemed to be a basement level apartment in a not so terrible part of Denver. Pulling up, the area seemed largely devoid of people. Mostly just concrete and furnishings on the upper balconies. There was a single flight of stairs leading down to the lower floors from the outside, a rusty railing that seemed ready to disintegrate upon touch guiding the way. Am observant passerby might notice the high quality camera latched to the bottom of the second story balcony above the stairs, capturing any who came near, or down, the entrance. A small thing, partially hidden in the shadow of the balcony. The door was solid metal, a poorly painted beige over rusty red, with a large knocker hastily welded onto it and what looked like a speakeasy slide built into it. A small sign hung on the handle: [B]No Soliciting! [/B] There appeared to be no immediate way to open the door, the handle was really more of a protruding object for pulling on than an actual way to open the door. Before Mantis could do much of anything but approach the door, the slide moved and a glint from [i]something[/i] caught the light. [Color=46c7c7]"What do you want? I don't have any appointments scheduled today."[/color] The voice was definitely female.... And undeniably irritated. [Color=46c7c7]"Well? Hurry up, I'm a busy person."[/color]