[center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDztts8B0ac]Theme[/url][/center][hr]
[i]Bide your time, you're not just a performer anymore, Drake, this is important. Just like an actor's entrance, a chessmaster's first moves are essential.[/i]

As the others mingled, the eminent showmaster, rose with deliberate slowness and repositioned himself, moving away from the bar and finding a table, with a lone chair that he'd placed in a far off corner, facing the rest of the room. He sat, placing his elbows on the table, his drink beneath them. His fingers intertwined over the glass, two of them draping down to stir the mixed drink with the red umbrella he'd requested.

His mind was sharp, focused, while his eyes roved slowly, taking in everything that went on in the room.

Sabotage complained, but was soon placated by another member of the Jacks. Drake smiled, the expression hid behind his hands. Amusement danced in his eyes briefly, painting them with a warmth that belied the cold analytics that took place behind them.

At the growing mention of taking down Patriarch, Drake nodded slightly, showing his agreement. His eyes roved over those present, wondering if any disagreed or were perhaps too insecure in their own position to deal with the growing menace of the Community.

His smile quietly replaced by an unreadable expression, Chatterbox considered his position. He was an unknown to these people—a new face who had only just begun establishing a reputation. Just like the Protectorate, the PRT, and their Wards, these villains knew very little about his power...if anything significant.

Broker had given him permission to use his power during this meeting, though obviously with discretion. Not that anyone in the room could actually hurt him if the Broker had any interest in continuing to use Chatterbox to further his goals.

At the thought, he recalled another Chatterbox, an alternate timeline clone, being snuffed out simply because he'd been no use to the man.

Cold.

Calculated.

Drake narrowed his eyes slightly. The Broker was not a man he could take lightly...not even for a second.

[color=#357302][b]"Perhaps it would be easier if those against striking at the Community raised their voices, if there are indeed any among our esteemed ranks who would think themselves unaffected,"[/b][/color] with his words, he dialed his power on faintly, letting it [i]tune out[/i] around those such as Mantis. He swore he'd felt something earlier with the man's words. It would pay to be cautious of that one.

Making sure to keep the smile off his lips, he considered his words carefully. He'd laid a trap in them, after all. Anyone speaking against the notion of taking down Patriarch and his Community would be implying themselves a fool and alienating themselves from the others. If it was a 50/50 split, then they could work with that, drawing lines and coercing some on the other side to stand with them in more subtle ways than an outright attack. If it was more for the attack, than against, then it would diminish the standing of those who refused to play ball. Hell, even if those desiring to deal with the problem were in the minority it implied that they were esteemed while the others were not.

It would raise their status, if increase their odds for being attacked for the slight. That was if any of them noticed it right away.

As to his power, well it did its work, nudging ever so slightly towards finding him and his sentiment agreeable, rather than something less pleasant. It made him part of the group, rather than an outsider. Less unfamiliar, less unknown and hopefully more trustworthy. Still, the power was subtle, it hid its tracks and if any were suspicious of the faint feelings it stirred, they'd ascribe it to someone else more likely than to Chatterbox.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but no smirk formed. For once, his goal was not to subjugate those present.

At least...not for now.

All in good time.[hr][center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Well, at least she'd taken the compliment well, she thought. Better than well, her reaction was absolutely [i]adorable[/i] in its shyness. It made her want to just—the thought was cut off as a certain grown woman, Noble, whispered somewhat sultry words of encouragement into her ear. A shiver went through her and she stiffened, a little intimidated—among other things—at the heroine's presence. [color=#3068FF][b]"O-of course N-noble,"[/b][/color] she stammered quietly, before blushing at the stutter. Now she sounded like Sylph!

Then another voice interceded, throwing her into something of mental knot. She looked to its source and—if only because of the cape's appearance—she immediately knew who she was. After all, though Evelyn was a proper cape herself, she had never stopped being an utter nerd when it came to capes. She'd kept well abreast of Denver's cape situation. It helped with work too!

Swallowing heard, Evelyn met Mastar's eyes, trying not to let her gaze wander. However, before she could get a word in edgewise, the woman made a comment about Sylph's...[i]assets[/i]. Evelyn's eyes turned to the other cape almost reflexively. She glanced down, then away.

After a moment to try and center herself she found that Noble's [i]advice[/i] helped a bit. Taking a deep breath she called upon a practiced smile—one she used for fans—and looked first to Sylph. [color=#3068FF][b]"It's wonderful meeting you as well Sylph,"[/b][/color] her eyes shone and she almost pulled the 'shadow' to her in an effort to scan the magnificent woman's power. A sick feeling briefly took her stomach, but she swallowed it and suppressed the urge, instead focusing on the two in front of her. [color=#3068FF][b]"...and Mastar, I've heard about some of your exploits. You seem to be making quite the name for yourself. Pretty impressive work in such a small timeframe."[/b][/color] She leaned over the table a bit and lowered her voice, as if speaking only to Sylph, a little grin crossing her lips, [color=#3068FF][b]"You really shouldn't downplay yourself too much. You are very pretty~"[/b][/color] She winked, and pulled away, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

She knew the comment might make Sylph more uncomfortable, but...oh man, the girl was just adorable when she squirmed a little. Perhaps she could make it up to her somehow.