[center][h1][b][color=blue]Open Attendance for Protectorate and Ward Aligned Heroes[/color] Processing the Rockers[/b][/h1]
[@Old Amsterdam][@yoshua171][@BCTheEntity][/center]

A silent frustration fell upon the room as Evelyn laid bare her ultimatum. Protean didn't see why she was so hard pressed on the issue, thought she needed to loosen up and try to understand others better, but of course he didn't want to say anything. He preferred when attention was away from him. Captain Morales held a very similar viewpoint to the young Ward, hardened from hundreds of life or death battles. There was little empathy left in his war-hardened PTSD mind. Still, he felt her outburst and position to be childish and poorly thought out. Sometimes command made decisions you didn't agree with, but raging against the machine only made things worse. Inkscape, he felt everyone was getting ahead of themselves. After all, first they would have to take this proposition to Dexter Quintana's parents, and to Dexter himself, before anything else. The paperwork involved was truly mountainous, not to mention all the red tape and hoops to jump through... The only reason they were even having this discussion was because of a poorly timed eavesdropping, and now an already headache of a situation became an absolute migraine to deal with.

Director Kens though, he wished more than anything for everyone to see eye to eye on the matter. A hard man he was, yes, but nobody could deny his soft spot for kids, and that included troubled teenagers. Truth be told, he understood Evelyn's objections quite well, and he could work with them, but he still wanted her to at least be able to look at things from the other side of the fence. He sat before the room, hands folded in front of his mouth, deep in thought. Finally, his posture relaxed as he let out a deep sigh of resignation. [color=brown]"I understand. Causing friction in the team is the last thing we want in this organization. Assuming everything works out, and Mr. Quintana accepts the terms, we will facilitate his transfer to another location. Inkscape, I would like you to check in with Aurora, see if they are able to take any openings. They specialize in reforming and retired heroes after all. The environment would be... More suitable than here."[/color]

Inkscape nodded to show he understood his task. [color=brown]"I believe that is it, then. You are all dismissed. Wards, make sure you get plenty of rest tonight. After all, you have school tomorrow."[/color]

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[h2][b][color=blue]A Mysterious Message for the Lone Wolf[/color][/b][/h2]
[@Lugubrious]

The Margrave had hoped to have a quiet afternoon, something to wash down the excitement of the earlier mid-morning. The lone warrior of darkness had it, for a time. The simply pleasures in life could be enjoyed, save for the ever growing pressures of the ignorant masses closing in from all sides, yet that was the usual omnipresent situation. Once he had decided to return to the headquarters did the Margrave's peace go interrupted, for at a particular crosswalk did he spot [i]her.[/i] A beautiful woman with long, red hair.

The woman looked to be about ten years his senior, somewhere in her mid-twenties, with crimson strands of hair down to her shoulders. She wore a baseball cap with no particular logos or decals, bland as it was, alongside a gray cotton hoodie and blue jeans. She would have been just as unremarkable as the rest of the ignorant fools, the sheep that populated the streets, and Elliott would have had no reason to pay her any mind, except...

[color=pink]"Hello Toy-Man."[/color] The woman's words had clearly been meant for him, and her eyes locked onto his for just long enough to confirm this fact. Then she slinked away into a nearby apartment building, four stories tall, completely out of sight. If he chose to pursue her, he would not find her, but that wasn't to say she left no trace, for upon the door was a plain white envelope taped up, with his name written on the front in pink ink and girly writing. The i had been dotted with a little heart, and back was sealed with lipstick. If he chose to open the envelope, he would find a letter typed up in comic sans.

[quote]To whichever Protectorate hero I can find first,

Sup? Been a while since I've seen any of you. Has Decoy built any better cells since I broke the last one? Probably, but it wouldn't help. Anyway, I've got some important information for you law and order types. There's a new kingpin of the city's underworld, or at least he fancies himself as such. All the organizations and villains were pulled into a meeting by The Jacks, but I have a feeling it's this new guy pulling the strings. As soon as he wandered in, he completely took over. Claims to be a normal human, but I don't buy it. Parahuman for sure. Thing is, he also claims that he stole one of Epsilon's power dampening devices, and used it to cut off our powers that directly affect other people during the meeting in order to put everyone on equal grounds. He didn't count on my tinker-brain. I know for fact he didn't have any tinker technology on his person, plus I have it on good authority that none of Epsilon's devices have gone missing. I can't tell you his name. Every time I try to type it out, my head feels like it's about to split open. Keep an eye out for him. He's definitely some kind of trump, and I'd bet all the money I made in my last twelve heists that the Jacks are on his payroll. Above all else, [i]be careful.[/i] This man terrifies me.

With love,
Sabotage.[/quote]