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[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=C8A2C8][sub][b]Location:[/b] [i]”Innocuous”[/i] Warehouse[/sub][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=C8A2C8][sub][b]Interactions:[/b] Piranha Boy [@Hitman][/sub][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr][hr]

Time seemed to have been a lost concept as a pair of chestnut irises gazed out over the vast expanse of glittering lights that made up the city she called home. She had been like this since the last rays of sunshine dipped away, fading the swirl of warm colors that once painted the sky and instead turning it into a dazzling show of stars or at least that’s what it would've been if the lights she now gazed at didn’t pollute and dim the view, stealing the show for themselves. The distant sound of honking traffic pulled her back from the rabbit hole that was her thoughts causing her gaze to finally shift downward as her hand dug into the pocket of jean shorts. A frown etched its way onto her features as she finally glanced at the time lighting up on her cell before shoving it away once more in frustration. She always prided herself with being punctual, setting an example and presenting herself in the best light if possible which is why she had arrived long before she had been expected let alone needed but now look at her, late. Nilin hadn’t meant to find herself completely lost in thought, spending hours leaning against the metal fire escape railing of some random run down building near the location that would be her first mission. In truth, it was that very same mission she was currently thinking over because while she knew what she must do and that ultimately it was to protect the vigilante as well as others that might follow suit and avoid future damage but...if anyone could understand a bit of this Shadow Scythe Vengeance woman, it would be her. 

When someone else blessed with powers wasn’t around her to make her able to feel the power that lingered in her own veins, she was just the same as SSV. That one thought sparked many others on how she felt about the situation because she could see herself trying the same route had HERO not been an option for her. Nilin couldn’t state that the vigilante wasn’t skilled or prepared either. A bit eager, sure, but their plans of action were solid and warnings were stated against trying such actions and even going as far as to provide other ways for citizens to help. The vigilante was simply trying to help her city or that is the sense she got from pouring herself into the vigilante’s videos which were not her normal fashion of things to watch. It had started out as a kind of know thy enemy kind of deal which is how she ended up spending the morning and most of the afternoon for that matter with a bowl of extra buttery popcorn, sweeping through the collective majority of videos and skipping over the things like video game play and what not to get to the fighting. Slowly, as she continued onward, Nilin actually enjoyed herself in her study and even possibly looked over a couple of non-work related videos [s](which she would absolutely deny doing)[/s] and got a bit of a laugh or a genuine smile at this woman’s character. The problem is, she actually liked SSV and she didn’t know how much trouble she would be in with HERO when she was caught. 

She shook her head, focusing back to the present with a deep sigh while dragging her fingers through her ebony locks. [i]’Better to just get this over with...I can’t let my teammates wait on me forever.’[/i], she thought, pulling her hair up into a messy bun as she made her way across the catwalk to the waiting ladder. Nilin slid herself down said ladder, plopping onto the street below with a louder thunk than usual since the boots she wore currently were much different from the ones she had designed costume wise. The name of the game was to blend in and not stick out so she did just that, donning on street attire instead of going full costume. She mostly appeared as she would have on a normal day, jean shorts accompanied a loose grey t-shirt that had a random graphic design, part of which was hidden under the red flannel shirt she had tossed over it with the sleeves at least rolled up near her elbows. Comfy and easy to move around in though that didn’t mean she was without some of her usual equipment, always one to keep prepared. A short stroll later, she finally made her way into the warehouse, using the designated entrance for them and having the first glimpse of the stage they had set. 

She could smell the chemicals in the air before she could even hear the bubbling of liquids which in part was being drowned out by casual conversations as they all waited for their guest to arrive. Her nose crinkled in distaste, her arm going up to her nose to block it before snagging a mask for herself and scanning the room. If she hadn’t been in the know about the ruse, Nilin doubted she would have believed this wasn’t a true up and running meth lab. Apparently, there was absolutely no problem in making the scene as authentic as possible within a matter of days and more than enough willing bodies to play as meth makers or henchmen. Suddenly, it felt like something was grating against her nerves, a headache trying to form as her power was slowly trying to reach out to the few meta humans within the bunch, the range close enough now that she had hit a current point. She could pick them easily out of the bunch, some more obvious than others but she wasn’t in the mood to play with the unknown just yet. The extra metahumans for the scene were all well and good for any backup but she only knew her teammates powers so with that she quickly pressed in her headphones, keeping her attention on the music to help tune out the unwanted connections trying to form. She hoped for the best as she moved into the crowd, the confident and relaxed steps she had previously now slower and more hesitant as Nilin worked her way over to Mr. Fish Face to see if he know where the others were. She only took a moment every now and then to appear as though she was working on one thing or another to seem less suspicious or out of place if being watched, subtly glancing up at least once to see if anything was amiss yet, figuring that would be the point of entry though nothing could be confirmed until she spoke with the ones that set everything up. Finally reaching her destination, she asked straight out,[COLOR=C8A2C8]”Have the others arrived yet?”[/color], crossing her arms as she waited for answer and probably appearing like she was irritated but in all honestly she was just hugging herself and trying desperately to tune out the powers of the piranha in front of her, hoping the sooner she got answers, the quicker she could put some distance between them.