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

[i]Villain’s Meeting
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So, watching everything around her using her power, Sheila had been able to stay calm around most things. Even when Whipstitch had thrown that chair into the wall, she had managed to keep herself stiff and not reacting. However, over there, this one lady cracked a glass and then cut her own hand. THAT made Sheila flinch, her hands closing from involuntarily imagining the pain. Why would she do that…!? … Something with her power, Sheila figured, but then her power did something to someone else when she cut herself? What kind of terrible power was that!? … Well, fortunately, it didn’t work in here. Phew, honestly. Sheila made herself calm down.

The man who had tried to take over the Rockers backed down from his earlier boldness and politely requested one vial. … Sheila silently prayed said new recruit he’d be getting would be the traitorous sort and they’d split, because she didn’t want him to get more lackeys. Humming guy spoke, but it was just a joke. Nobody here was going to drink and show off their new powers. It was nice of Benito to show off the vague outlines of his. Banishing and returning objects? Didn’t sound too bad… unless he could do it to miniguns or enemies, that is.

Broker spoke. That girl that cut herself was “Healer”? Healer of Lethal Force. … With that much black, she didn’t look the part. Why would a healer cut herself? Powers are mysterious things, Sheila concluded for not close to the first time. Then, Broker spoke to Creep.

Creep kept quiet and tried to keep her posture straight. She wasn’t exactly flattered by the praise, he felt too much like a sleazy businessman trying to get on the good side of a customer. Still, he provided the answers. Patriarch knew already. The vials had been stolen from the Community. Issued a recall, so the powers came from Broker but made a round-trip by the Community. Those were some odd circumstances, but alright.

Nicely enough of him, Broker listed all the parties that were present in the room. The Jacks, the Rockers, Reflections, Lethal Force, Purge’s Mafia, Sabotage and Retcon. … What kind of group names themselves after a violation of the unspoken rules? Someone intending to get into serious trouble, Sheila supposed. In any case, satisfied that she had a [i]relatively[/i] good idea of where everyone around her belonged now, Sheila felt considerably safer. That was probably a bad thing. Still. It was something. She had a decent view of the villain scene of Denver from here. Broker listed some rules about drinking vials, and they were all good to know.

[color=7a5e6a]‘… Understood,’[/color] Creep simply stated. Came with risks, of course. Drink the whole thing. … So, if she poured out half a vial and then left it lying around for the Community to find, could she screw them up from the inside? Worth considering.

She did not miss the fact that, with the Jacks unable to buy one, for the rest to be bought all remaining ones had to be bought by the available parties. If one opted not to, couldn’t afford or so, what would the Broker do? Just keep it? … Hm. Also, the mafia already got one, seemingly for free. She could argue they already had gotten one, but speaking out against this fact would require speaking out against Purge, and she wasn’t entirely at a level of self-confidence where she could do that, even if she felt a bit braver now. Huah. Okay. She could do this.

… Naturally, as a Stranger Sheila considered if she could steal a vial from the others if they bought one. Purge was out, and she wasn’t sure stealing from a group named “Lethal Force” was a particularly good idea. Sabotage was a thief and probably good at covering her tracks, and Retcon… was a complete question mark. Reflections? She couldn’t imagine that guy had amassed a particularly large team yet, it could be safe. But also dangerous. Using knowledge from a meeting like this… it broke the rules, didn’t it? … Sheila kept quiet and safe, though she kept thinking…