[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/259127955945553922/589297735660732444/Calvin_Ball.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://d2homsd77vx6d2.cloudfront.net/cache/7a/2e/7a2eca87d796d9fd03a702d75817da61.png[/img][/center] Calvin could feel the impact of the orb through her gloves, the damage it could deal as it brought a sensation of her fingers freezing to the bone without actually hurting her. This was one of the bad ones, one of the ones that were indiscriminate, that couldn’t be aimed. These ones were the hardest to deal with and she was in a place where getting rid of it would make an impact no matter where it was thrown. In her mind she chastised herself for letting her power get something past her like that, but that wasn’t something she should be worrying about right now. This crisis first. She almost chuckled when she realized her dismay had been overheard by the observant Werelight. “Oh just my power having a sense of humor you know? I need a way to make things stick or stop and my shard wants to push me as close to single digits in kelvin as I’ve ever felt! All while I’m seeing all kinds of new capes and hostages that I really don’t want to end up accidentally freezing or blowing up. Funny right?” The young heroine was talking quietly until she heard the order. She laughed and perked up as she heard Dart starting to move in, the ball between her hands swelling like the world’s slowest balloon. She was cooking it and this was not one she wanted to end up forcing into a massive burst without having someone bad on the receiving end of it or having it affect no one at all. And now she had her orders to follow after her commanding officer. So follow her she did. Only one thing stuck in her mind. “Uhh, Dart.. ma'am? How are we approaching this? My blaster power doesn’t really help me get up the sides of a building. Are we taking the fire escape or- Oh jeeze!!” Calvin watched as the two rooftops exploded into a flurry of activity, nearly stumbling as she moved forward to follow Dart. There were people up there?! She gave the ball she was holding a squeeze, the surface of it not giving under her fingers no matter how tight she gripped it. Cages of metal, wire that could slice through cars with such force that the street had left a wreckage littered mess. And she still didn't think that the woman deserved what she was holding. [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/259127955945553922/589297266402131968/Basilisk.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://d2homsd77vx6d2.cloudfront.net/cache/7a/2e/7a2eca87d796d9fd03a702d75817da61.png[/img][/center] Basilisk had taken the first aid kit kicked his way and set to work near instantly after he had cracked it open. Bandages, disinfectant, and pressure, it was all he could do for the guard right now. It wasn’t like his hands were meant for the more delicate work nor did he have the proper training to do much more than help the man not bleed out before the EMT’s arrived. A measured and vice like grip kept the bandages pressed firmly to the wound as his eyes were drawn to the bargain bin cape. He listened and tried to speak only for Exactly to basically say he was on his own to find the bastards even though the man was going to follow them somehow. He managed to shout at him to wait, but the duplicate didn’t stop and there wasn’t really much he could do with the half unconscious and bleeding guard in his grip. “Fucking clown.” He growled to an Exactly that was no longer there, causing a couple of people who had remained in the bank to finally find their courage and run for it. “Useless. All of em..” Then he waited, less than five minutes passing before the doors opened and he could hear the footsteps of the arriving officers. Then the questions started, descriptions of the couple who had robbed the bank, powers they had displayed, who ever it was that called in the tip. They only stopped when the EMT came by, putting their hands over the crimson bandages and telling him he could let them handle it. Getting to his full height Basilisk took a moment to look at the cops around him, could see the worry in their eyes as his tail flicked behind him. He’d had enough of this place and he’d been robbed of a fight just as the bank had lost their money. The Thinker and his artillery piece strolling out right as rain. That wouldn’t do. Once he was sure that he was free to go, after his information had been given and he assured them that they could find him at his address, and after he’d washed the blood from his hands in the bank’s bathroom, Basilisk stepped out into the light of the day once more. He’d be paying for the kid’s dinner out of his own pocket tonight it seemed. Damn could this day get worse? As it happened the world was already planning on lighting this day ablaze, and of course the massive reptilian man was close enough to the fire to notice as it blew up in his face. He'd had a couple minutes of walking away, heading towards a corner store that he knew had a decent pharmacy with some fair prices. He could get the cough medicine at the very least with the few bucks he had in his wallet. But before he had even reached the place he noticed a shift in the crowd, people running. Again. And this time it was a street full of people all trying to leave a central area but smart enough at least for now to flow around him as they searched for alternate ways to get where they were going. Do I really want to get involved in another bullshit fight after the last one? Thinkers, innocents, who knows maybe there would be a cape whose whole power just made punching their smug face in impossible. He should just focus on what he was doing and... then came a roar. People screamed even this far away and Basilisk felt himself grinning despite his previously downer thoughts. Thinkers spoke, monsters roared. Down the street he took off, the traffic heading in the same direction he was going already splitting around the commotion. Like a charging tank the hulking figure tore down the street towards the fight he could now hear happening. Gunfire, screaming, impacts of impossibly large forces being thrown like there wasn't a care in the world. His kind of party. He laughed as he saw what looked like three choice targets down the road, a golem of ice tangling with a woman who seemed to have the strength to slap it around and a fucking dinosaur! He barked out a laugh, claws extending when a blue light caught his eye. Writhing and wretched something pulled itself from the dusty hole of a building front and Basilisk's enjoyment was suddenly snuffed out like a candle. Transcendent. Fallen. A bastard of the highest order. His shoulders turned and instead of heading for the biggest and meanest looking threat he went for the creature that was rumored to be responsible for a number of disappearances. Infamous enough to have his name reach Basilisk's ears. Dagger-like claws curled forward he sprang towards the Fallen breaker. Intent on driving the spikes as deep into the glowing blue cracks as he could reach. The first hand took hold of a tongue like textured tendril and the second drove forward, feeling like he was being slowed by some terrible force. But his strike didn't stop and he aimed to strike as hard as he could pointed fingertips first.