[center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InsuBdkyoqQ&t=54]Theme[/url][/center][hr]
As things spiralled further out of control, Chatterbox narrowed his eyes...and then closed them. With the chaos around him in Concourse A, and the reports coming in from elsewhere in the airport he decided it would soon be time to drop the act.

Further accentuating this was the reports of crashes...some that may or may not have actually happened. Everything was questionable. Punctuating things was the communication from Headhunter. Even with the clamor of the crowd and the tension around him, he smiled.

[color=#357302][b]"Heard, Hunter. I'm going to mobilize the fans. I'm taking control of this performance. We'll get all the actors stepping in line. Thunder, Sofia put your costumes on under your civies and come to my gate,"[/b][/color] he then told them where he'd meet them. That done he  changed channels, connecting to his thralls.

[color=#357302][b]"Mobilize. Initate operation crowd control. The performance begins,"[/b][/color] as he said it he used tapcode to coordinate other movements. Several empowered thralls were in his concourse—plenty actually—and they moved in his general direction. As they did they [i]appeared[/i] to carry on phone calls, sounding hurried and scared, but what they were really doing...was giving reason for how often and how loudly they were speaking, spreading his influence throughout the crowd many times over. The effects overlapping. Throughout the airport similar scenarios were unfolding, with the enthralled security and civilians using his power to direct and control the situation. There may or may not have been death and catastrophe.

Sadly, while it would help—more and more as time went on—it also meant that it was far more likely that he'd reveal his cards to the authorities. Unfortunate, but if it were necessary to further their goals, and save lives...he supposed, then he'd do it readily.

His enthralled, body doubles essentially, people he'd picked up who held a certain resemblance to his visage, had made their way to various bathrooms...in which they would change. These individuals were thoroughly under his control and held his power. It would be almost impossible to tell which was the real cape.

He entered a bathroom as well, changed...and then pulled clothes over his costume, keeping it hidden. It wasn't time just yet. Still, now armed and ready to take on his persona he knew hew as prepared for the next stage of his plan.

The first had been damage control. Operation: Crowd Control, was a directive that allowed his thralls...and the empowered among them, to influence and induct as many people as possible as quickly as possible with the intention of controlling a situation. It was adaptive, allowing his thralls to act in the way that best fit the scenario. In this case they assisted wounded, comforted people, or in some rare cases...joined in with the panic, yelling and screaming to spread the influence of his power more rapidly.

The second step, on the other hand, was much different. It was geared towards objective resolution. In this case...it involved the thinkers under his control. [color=#357302][b]"Brainiacs its your time to shine. Target appears to be in Concourse B. Focus your efforts on areas therein. Scan up and down...notify when and where your powers cease working. If it's consistent we can tell direction and location."[/b][/color]

He then switched his comms back to the Jacks.

[color=#357302][b]"I've got a plan."[/b][/color]