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Quite pleased that he'd have a chance to brainwash and interrogate someone in the coming hours, Chatterbox helped Headhunter relocate the villain, humming cheerfully as he did so. He had little else to add to the meeting, so when he had finished helping, he'd simply take a cigarette outside the diner and wait for things to wrap up before heading back with the others. It didn't pay to be caught out and he wasn't quite ready to head home or out for work.

All in all this had been an interesting, eventful, and beneficial night.[hr][center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, Evelyn finally relaxed. The threats were entirely neutralized, Ceramix and Shatterpoint utterly powerless. A smile began twisting her lips and then she registered the screams and the pleading and the sobbing. The smile fell away, replaced by a flat line of annoyance. She kept her mouth shut, letting the others take care of it. It was handled, but the music that helped Shatterpoint was almost more grating on her nerves than his screams had been.

[i]Is a villain really worth the consideration? Are they even worth the air?[/i]

The thought went through her head so fast and so in tune with her own mood that she almost didn't notice how unlike her it was. She went rigid, and it just so happened to be the momeny that Inkscape came over her way and admonished her before otherwise congratulating her performance. The annoyance mounted, but the presence of an authority figure, one who she had idolized for many years, pushed that emotion into the back of her mind, shelving it. Unfortunately, it also stopped her from paying attention to the strange thought she'd had.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Th-thank you Inkscape, I will keep that in mind!"[/b][/color] She saluted...then gave him a bow, unsure which was most appropriate. She only rose once he'd moved on. Staring at his 'back', she swallowed hard before turning her attention elsewhere. Almost absently she noticed that the fear she'd had of her projection was...less now. Being in control had helped. It responding properly had helped. She felt a little better. Besides, she'd even discovered some new things about her power!

The smile came back and this time it stayed. A good thing too because soon afterwards the media rushed in and closed on them like a hungry tide. She ate up the attention eagerly, responding to questions as professionally as she could manage. That was to say that she looked confident and comfortable in the spotlight. It was to say that she lingered on the questions that highlighted her achievements and the teamwork of those present.

Her responses would probably end up making everyone look good. Of course, that was not to say that it was perfect. Some viewers would see her enthusiasm and cheer in the wake of a serious incident as inappropriate, they would see her as a child who had no real comprehension of the issues that the attack represented.

Certainly there would be plenty of dissenting voices on Parahumans Online. Luckily they would not go uncontested![hr][center][h1][color=#B8EEFF][b]Outsider[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Though he was glad to be recognized for his contributions, the conflict, in light of G4M3R's injuries, had left a bad taste in his mouth. There was a dark caste to his emotions even as they slowly slid away from his awareness, making him distant, but leaving him faintly on edge. It was almost worse than normal and so when the abulance departed, he managed to find a way through the crowd, after which he transformed and followed after the vehicle. He'd make sure the man was made suitably comfortable, that both of his former teammates were taken care of before he headed home.

He had some things to take care of, but aside from that, he really just wanted to eat and sleep. Maybe a chat with his sister would help...probably not as much as he'd like though.

Mentally, he sighed. Sometimes it was rough being a hero.