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[h1][B]PICTURE PERFECT[/b][/h1]
[h3][i]IN[/i][/h3]
[h2]"When The Bell Rings!"[/h2]
[h3]FEATURING
[i]Hi-Volt, Wanderer, and Jackpot[/i][/h3]

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O'Toole was an animated figure. His movements almost seemed cartoonish in their exaggerations for the brief period of time his senses were assaulted by different introductions, conversational starters, segues, and deliberations. Starting with Hi-Volt's sudden and lightning-quick appearance at his side (and the resultant jumping) and ending with the guffawing at Konstantin's sudden and spontaneous portal-tastic appearance... Sullivan was impressively quick to take it all in stride, truth be told.

"Ah, the ol' face-mask-modulator-thing-of-privacy. Mad respect, miss, going for a classic style. There's charm to the whole 'mysterious woman' thing, if I may say so myself."

His words were accompanied by a sly wink, but it was not a thing he lingered on. Hi-Volt's own conversational progress had already blown by his passing remark anyway, and he wasn't one to hold things up at the starting line. Her electrical sparkings were particularly eye-catching to his current visual settings- her sparks leaving neon trails as she moved and generally making her stand out even more than she already did.

Blinking several times as his mental backburner processed Hi-Volt's dialogue torrent, his gaze swept to MJ and he hit the man with a million dollar smile as he shifted the pizza box in hand to show off the Joey Dough's Logo to the outheld recording phone.

"MJ, that's an easy name. Two whole letters and a grade A haircut to boot, that's the way to do it." He enthusiastically proffered in a conversational manner. Then, guiding MJ's camera in an organic manner by swaying the pizza box around to gesture about at the others around him...

"I'm Picture Perfect, this is Wanderer, and the Supe in the Suit seems to be new on the block, so keep your eye out for the electric blur moving through your neighborhood these days!" He declared this in a comfortable stage-voice for the sake of MJ's camera, before clearing his throat. He had no idea how to handle Konstantin mentally at the moment and decided he didn't need to resolve that magical comprehension yet. He was good at delegating troublesome thoughts to later.  He opened his mouth to speak- actually being a source replete with knowledge on the goings-on in the city- but before he could make a sound...

[i]BRRRRT! VVVRRRBRRRRTTTTT![/i]

A series of warning klaxons sounded from his person in a staccato pitch, causing him to sober up visibly from his excitement and check his watch. In fact, anyone carrying a cellphone was experiencing the same phenomenon. After a brief moment of confusion, the cause was clear and understood by all;

[b]AMBER Alert!
New York, NY Amber Alert: 2001 Black Nissan Maxima
Last Seen outside Crocheron Park, Queens![/b]

This drew a severe frown from Sullivan, whose body went still- briefly locking the three heroes around him in place before he shifted and returned their independent motion to them. It was an unintended flex of the power; the Alert had clearly evoked some emotional response from him.

"Well..."

He rolled his neck. There was an audible 'pop' as his joint cracked and relieved some rapidly built tension.

"City never sleeps. Guess this answers your question, Zippy; no, the baddies don't take breaks."

Rapidly wolfing down another slice of his pizza, the red haired man swiftly discarded the box upon conclusion of his meal and pulled his phone out. Wiping his hands on his pants, he began to tap away.

"I've got a tip alert system in place for situations like this, folks'll be sending me all sorts of info on black sedans now." There were definite perks to being as public and popular as Picture Perfect currently was, it'd seem. "But I'll be honest, it could be a goose chase with my network. Crocheron's on the other side of Queens, by Saint Mary's. I swear if these goons grabbed some sick kid..."

Each of the three people around him suddenly received Airdrop-equivalent contact information for Picture Perfect.

"Just in case we get split, I've sent you guys my contact info."

Honestly, MJ was mostly in the right place at the right time it seemed. Lucky day.
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