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[color=firebrick]"The shadowy teenager speaks the truth lu-[/color][color=fbec5d]AH!"[/color] Mastar broke character slightly as she heard Overlook shout, followed up by something crashing into the event, and it was something big. Her mask quickly obscured her mouth and face as she turned towards the hulking Goliath of stone and concrete, a bit of a worried expression appearing on her face as her mask disappeared off it, still leaving the usual half covering it. 

What the hell was Ceramix doing? Attacking the PRT head on is one thing, and attacking a place for monetary gain is another, but a place like this? It was absolutely surrounded by civilians! Innocent lives can't defend themselves from this sort of mess! The heroes here needed to act, and Mastar was no different. Like it or not, she was helping the PRT without benefits here. Though... she was more than happy to do it.

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[color=springgreen]"... oh shit."[/color] Kyoshi stared directly at the monstrous Ceramix as she saw a number of civilians run away in fear behind her, the groups rushing out the doors for salvation. For a moment, Kyoshi considered the action herself. Going ahead and leaving, getting out so she didn't risk dying before this new opportunity she had presented itself. A long sigh escaped Kyoshi as she realized that it was her duty to help, and as much as her dad would probably kill her for doing this, it was her job. Nobody could tell her otherwise.

Well, except G4M3R, but he was off somewhere doing something. Same with Outsider. Kyoshi saw he was here, but where the fuck was he? Maybe he was just outside, being a face. He really should be in here though, so why the fuck wasn't he in here yet?

[color=springgreen]"It doesn't matter."[/color] Kyoshi spoke to herself in an effort to keep her calm. [color=springgreen]"It's not about him being around, it's about our jobs as heroes."[/color] Kyoshi took a long pause as she did a few short hops, preparing for this fight to go down. [color=springgreen]"... he still better get his ass back in here."[/color]

With all else done, Kyoshi sprinted for the PRT booths where the majority of everyone else was situated. She was a useful tool here, considering what Ceramix's powers seemed to be like, so getting a PRT official to guide her here seemed like a good idea.

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Sparce and Farce both collectively responded to the power dealer with the same general effect of "What?" when they were presented with the idea before them. Coincidentally, at that moment the legendary power that the Twins held was used as Farce appeared right in front of everybody, her dress and mask worn as opposed to the more ragamuffin cop appearance Sparce held up.

[color=00a99d]Shit.[/color] That was, quite effectively, the only thing Sparce could've said at that moment in time. He was completely stumped by the arrival of the new offer on the table, and that was now further combined with Farce taking the wheel.

Farce on the other hand, muttered to herself personally. [color=fff200]"No way... y-you can buy powers?"[/color]

[color=00a99d]Hey sis? Check on Whip, she's not looking so great.[/color]

Farce instinctively turned to face her new friend and placed a friendly hand on her shoulder, speaking to her specifically while she kept a watchful eye and ear set out for the rest of the people in the room. [color=fff200]"Whipstitch, you okay?"[/color] Farce tried making her voice as calming as possible, as to allow for Whipstitch to actually... well... calm down and not panic.