[center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDztts8B0ac]Theme[/url][/center][hr]
Based on call outs in comms, the glimpses he periodically got of Behemoth, and the state of the city, things were not going particularly well for them. He tried to focus on his purpose--and on organizing thralls--honing in on the trapped, injured, and salvageable in the wreckage, as well as calming people and enhancing the teamwork of his decidedly [i]temporary[/i] compatriots. He kept a smile off of his face, despite feeling a certain warmth buried under the cold reality and barely controlled terror that Behemoth’s presence in Denver caused. Of course, the disgust and revulsion he felt when they came across charred corpses or people so injured that they were barely alive--more gore than person. Indeed, he had failed to hold himself together several times now when faced with the terrible carnage of the Endbringer.

Still, he kept on, swallowing down his bile every additional time he almost lost whatever little was left in his stomach. He had a job to do...and his own goals to pursue. He could hardly do that if the city and its inhabitants were totally eviscerated. He didn’t want to have to set himself up elsewhere, especially since it might mean losing his employer...and his many fans.

[color=#357302][b]"In the collapsed building just ahead, we’ve got quite a few survivors,"[/b][/color] he pointed out to his group, gesturing in the direction to be more specific. He began heading in that direction, organizing those who would listen to him and--similarly--using the volume of his voice to latch onto the locations of those within even more. After a few moments of this some of the survivors began calling out, trying to help the capes find them more easily.

All the while, Chatterbox’s mind whirled through plans and processing information as he got it, organizing his moves if the city--and enough of its population--survived this ordeal.

It would be a totally new arena, he realized, and he was honestly looking forwards to the challenge.[hr][center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Evading and watching at a distance for a long while after her projection had demanifested, she stayed with Cascade, keeping mobile and never staying in the same place for terribly long. She didn’t want to make herself an easy target, she knew that much. In the meantime, she used her tulpa’s shadow to locate capes--along with her comms--and then spread out its influence, detecting survivors and then pointing them out to groups. It was a maneuver with a dual purpose: Helping people and gathering powers and physical traits for her next attack on the hero killer.

Her face scrunched up at the thought, disgusted that even despite her efforts the Endbringer had felled some of Denver’s greatest defenders. It was just another point against this cruel, evil world they lived in. Shaking her head she refocused, mind more adroit with the added traits from Cascade’s power. After roughly fifteen or so minutes she decided it was time.

The silver silhouette drew itself together, consolidating its ethereal form and rising above the skyline of Denver. Evelyn bit her lip, sorting through powers and physical traits, mixing and matching as she felt was best until suddenly...she hit a block. She tilted her head and opened her eyes.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Huh?"[/b][/color]

She tried again...to no avail, her power refusing to add or remix further. She tried expanding the size of the projection. Nothing.

[color=#3068FF][b]"What’s happening?"[/b][/color] She uttered in what would become a quiet horror. Cascade raised an eyebrow, and put a hand on her shoulder.

[color=#FFBC57][b]"What’s wrong?"[/b][/color]

Evelyn kept trying...and failing, to add complexity to her projection, but could not, [color=#3068FF][b]"I...I don’t..."[/b][/color] she clutched at the edges of her clothes, mouth working, but no further sound coming out. She swallowed hard, a sinking feeling swiftly becoming an aching emptiness in her chest.

[color=#FFBC57][b]"Are you alright?"[/b][/color] Cascade said, a worried tone entering her voice. Evelyn shook her head, took a deep breath and tried to calm down, repeating the exercise for a long thirty seconds before her heartbeat finally began to slow.

[color=#3068FF][b]"My power’s not working right,"[/b][/color] she managed, her voice small and reedy. She grit her teeth and steeled her nerves. This...this wasn’t the time, the world needed her. She cast her eyes to Behemoth and the heroes desperately trying to slow the endbringer down.

They needed her.

Evelyn stopped rearranging the powers she’d planned to. It seemed she had more...limitations now. She wasn’t sure of the shape of them, or the reason they were so suddenly present, but she had an inkling and she also had more pressing concerns.

[color=#3068FF][b]"It doesn’t matter."[/b][/color] She said, determination leaking back into her voice and body language.

She’d tried destroying Behemoth and that hadn’t worked. Now she didn’t have that option it seemed. Instead, she’d have to slow him down. This in mind she settled on her projection’s powerset.

[i]Threefold altered state: Single phase temporal matter lock~~Permanent~~Form modulation. Limit, mass rearrangement. Twofold: High precision expanded phase-integration. Limit, personal integration, range. Twofold: Integration-initiated transcendent escalation. Focus, radius amplification. Physical phase-state modulation. Focus, repair.[/i]

Then she began work on the silhouette and the physical traits of the form. The former expanded out into a huge grid-like network so closely woven that one would not have been able to tell that it was even individual ‘strands’. From there she assigned its traits, her focus intense, eyes closed.

[i]Air+energy(weightless). Metal(solid).[/i]

That finished she took a breath and manifested the projection. The silver light disappeared, replaced by...nothing. The projection moved, its presence only apparent by how dust and debris swirled or was cleaved as it came into contact with the thing.

She decided that she’d call this manifestation the Wraith.

Its name given, the projection flew into motion, disturbing air and particulate with its passing, but otherwise ignoring all obstacles on its path towards Behemoth.

Soon she would see how the dynakinetic fared against the Wraith’s ethereal trickery.