[center][h1][color=lightblue]Mina Kreiger (Alloy)[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] That guy....was dead. Finally. And Alloy herself in part didn't know how to feel about it at first. Most of her felt the washing wave of relief, the lessening of that tight feeling in her chest, and even the tension in her muscles temporarily fading. She felt righteous rage screaming like a victorious Tarzan within her chest with each blow Jason had landed, and a sort of satisfaction bloom as well as the new arrival turned on the one who had apparently called him into the world. Poetic, in a manner of speaking, reminiscent of Dr. Frankenstein and his monster. But as soon as those sirens began to blare, a great chill went down Alloy's spine. This new arrival, what this "Dr. Dean" had done, it utterly [b][i]paled[/i][/b] in comparison to what was soon to be here. An Endbringer, here, coming to Denver to wipe them off the face of this planet. [color=lightblue]"Chatter, see if you can call attention to some of the ghettos on the east side. I know a few parahumans there who can expedite the evacuation in that area, just tell em' to say Mina sent them and they'll listen. Got at least two guys who can teleport stuff and people in that area, among other things. In the meantime i'll ride with you, Thunderbolt,"[/color] Alloy said into the comms, moving over to Jason to get in position for the ride to the staging area, her face (what was visible of it beyond metal) a mix of pale despite wearing a very dead serious expression on it as she then spoke into comms once more, [color=lightblue]"Though if i end up not coming back, Whimsy gets all my stuff. Not letting all you guys get your hands on it, haha."[/color] That was all she had to say, attempting to crack a bit of humor to the team with a somewhat serious "will and testament" before...yeah. She was now in position to be carried as well to the staging area, and it wasn't like she couldn't be useful potentially. Power machines they needed for the endeavor, tap into the existing city power grid if they needed firepower, or whatever else she could do to help was worth the trip. Chatter didn't seem to hop on anywho, and personally she didn't want to be behind in case she could do anything. [hr] [center][h1][color=pink]Allison Mead (Excaliblast)[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] As soon as the Endbringer sirens began to blare aloud with that deafening sound, Allison had stopped in her tracks and turned around on a dime. MB was a jackass of the highest proportions, but this....this was something else. Even the Patriarch and his shitty goons couldn't do more shit here unless they wanted to be dead and hunted to the ends of the earth. No one among parahuman kind could do so if they had a brain, really, and for good reason. Because they had to get everyone out as best as possible, as there was a giant murder machine on its way to them right now. No, worse, it was approaching close enough as it was to cause them to use the sirens. [color=pink]"FUCK ME!!!"[/color] Allison shouted aloud as she bolted back down the stairs, before letting out a stream of shouting other profanities about the oncoming threat...even as she bolted to get back down the stairs to the first floor where her class was. All the people trapped in classrooms by the attack from the Community, the PRT people outside, the goons that had been in the halls doing hell knows what, they all had to 'GTFO' as she would put it. Albeit if a goon got trampled to death or accidentally tripped and was stampeded on she wouldn't bother to help. Those assholes deserved it, but she wouldn't abuse the damn Endbringer situation like that and get another big target on herself. Dangit. [center][i]-Shortly Thereafter-[/i][/center] Well, her classmates had bolted out of the windows as soon as they heard the sirens, that much she had learned quite fast as she had tried to get back. PRT and professors and others seemed to be trying to get students and other staff out in a hurry to boot, not much she could do at that point in time than glare at the Headmaster after he had finally made it down the stairs a bit after her. Man was walking past her, barely made eye contact, and then walked off after giving a nod. A nod! This wasn't even remotely the time for things like this, though seeing a Community goon rush and trip "accidentally" over one of the blades she had fired a time ago was entertaining. More important than this, she was looking for the PRT guy she heard speaking from the speakers before. Morales, some of these PRT people had said? She needed a ride to the staging area....and the guy was maybe in charge? not like she had to think about her choice right now. She had to try to help, even if her simple power did nothing but add a tiny bit to the overall effort.