[center][h2][color=00ff59]Nora[/color][/h2][/center]
Seeing the figure of the Ward Epsilon rising above the crowd, Nora turned her camera towards her. She was scanning the crowd with something on her head. It looked like welding goggles, but with an extra bit on the top. Very strange. It wasn't actually digital or anything like that though, as Nora's power notified her of the possibility of activating it. Looking at her through the camera, Epsilon's eyes were on her now. Raising her head above the camera, she activated her power. Thinking quickly, she chose to look like how she had last seen Protean. In her place, a bulky Minotaur now stood above the crowd. Gross. Now it was time to leave though, she couldn't keep this up forever. 

Moving to the side, she joined a group of civilians who were taking cover behind some of the PRT soldiers. After a bit, they allowed them to exit, and Nora smiled as she left the hall. This was a productive event.


[center][h2][color=ec008c]Epsilon[/color][/h2][/center]
Epsilon shook her head, practically face palming. The person she had thought was the stranger was just Protean. They were still out there, but she couldn't see them. [color=#3068FF][b]"I don't see the Stranger Tulpa. They might've left. Moving to evacuate civilians."[/b][/color] She said into her comm, before pushing herself off the ceiling, back towards the entrance.

Quickly she drifted back to the ground, taking a few steps before deactivating her flight pack. Epsilon had landed just past the protectorate soldiers, and started talking to some civilians. [color=#3068FF][b]"We're gonna get you out of here don't worry. I can take people one at a time."[/b][/color] She said, her voice confident. Being given orders had definitely helped. In the midst of her speaking, she heard Protean respond in the comms saying he was enroute. But she had just seen him. . . [color=#3068FF][b]"I have been affected by the Stranger, I think. What do I do?"[/b][/color]


[center][h2][color=00ff8b]Hermes[/color][/h2][/center]
Always the same orders. He loved it, it was simple to do. Activating his power, he pushed himself back into the group of Rockers, grabbing two of the thugs, and leaving instantly. As floated, suspended in his power, his thoughts raced. This distance was too far, he might suffer permanent injuries if forced to do this another time. Arriving, he dropped them and teleported just beyond the door of the cell. 

[color=ed145b][b]"This distance is too far. Anywhere else I can bring them?"[/b][/color] Hermes asked into his communicator. An intern had dropped some papers in surprise, and Hermes did his best to not embarrass the man.