[right][h3]Creep[/h3]Sheila Hopkins

[i]Villain’s Meeting
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Creep stopped short when Visage stopped, her eyes widening and looking straight at Visage behind her using her power without actually turning around. Wait, what? Visage was… leaving?

No, wait.

Don’t go.

I [i]really[/i] need you, I’m way too scared to do this alone.

… As if she could say something that invited that much weakness among all these villains. Sheila had been mentally preparing to leave most the talking to actual villain Visage, while Creep simply existed. Despite herself, Sheila had balanced her confidence on the fact she had an ally, however temporary. Now, however, Visage was turning and leaving her alone. Panic brew inside her, brimming within a surface that could crack at any moment. Creep still went through her action of walking to sit at the place reserved for the Rockers, but a deep terror was swirling just within.

Now, of course she had considered that perhaps this was a trap by the Community to ensnare all the remaining villains in Denver at once. That was natural. Sheila would be extremely surprised if there wasn’t at least one Community drone here, which meant the Patriarch knew this meeting was taking place. However, Visage had her power blocked? Sheila knew Visage saw more than the average, a Thinker in some manner. Was it as simple as that her power clashed with another Thinker here, or would Visage have seen something she shouldn’t see if allowed to, and so her power was blocked?

Community trap increased significantly in likelihood. Sitting tense and still, Creep watched everyone around her with suspicion and fear, making note of the actions of every person she could see and suppress a shudder whenever anyone looked at her. Creep was making ready to vanish into thin air at any sign of a trap or an attack. She was even keeping a look-out just in case the bartender suddenly shot a beam from his eyes or something. He could be a trap, too. 

Of course, to everyone else, Creep was just sitting still with a blindfold, face directed straight forward as if she was really blinded by the blindfold, maybe perhaps a bit tense.