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Alicia Hayden

The light magical girl waited with bated breath to see if Scout would be successful, or if the interloper would be attacked by Thalia in exchange for her efforts. She was ready to strike back on a moments notice, fully expecting this to come to nothing. Everyone from Beacon knew the futility of arguing with someone who had fallen under their Monstrous Instinct.

It ended in a flash. Thalia turned and picked up Penny before running off, laving the assembled girls behind. "W-Wait!" Alicia cried as they vanished from sight, but it was too late. Anger flared, born in frustration with herself as she grit her teeth. Damn it, now what were they going to do? Penny was gone, and they couldn't help her if she needed it. And who knew that monstrous Transformation would last.

She did appreciate the effort though, and shot the new girl a nod. "Thanks for the help," she said as she sent her bow away. There was no need for it anymore, so far as she could tell.

As if her day had not been going well enough already, the girls who had demolished the building had not left, and instead felt like it was the best decision to demand an apology. Alicia was already not in the best of move, and frowned as she turned once again to face the duo. "You decided to approach an ongoing fight while flaring an aura like you were trying to be a badass. You have no one to blame but yourself, and I am under no obligation to provide you anything for thinking that I needed to defend myself," she shot back with barely held restraint. Maybe it would result in another fight, but at this point she didn't care.

@ShyDot@Hammerman@Majoras End
Goodbye Micha. You were too good for this world.

Finch @Flamelord and Alkahest @Old Amsterdam

"Sounds go-ah!" Finch's response ended in surprise as the ground dropped away, but he landed fairly well regardless. With a nod to the man he made his way up the ramp and began following the cloud of smoke as requested. Things didn't seem like they would be slowing down here any time soon and he was a bit out of his league, so best to not stick around. At least then his new ally could act freely.

The sounds from behind him indicated that he had made a good decision, as the police arrived and then there was the sound of....something. It wasn't like anything that he had heard before, and for the moment he did not regret leaving that place behind to go on his way.

For now he hurried along, keeping his eyes peeled as he watched for the guy with the lightning like he had been told. Hopefully there wouldn't be any problems between here and there.

Within moments the smoke he was following became impossible to follow, given that everything was covered in it now.

A flash of light couple barely be seen from up ahead. Moments later another flash appeared in front of Finch, still dull in the smoke, and two figured appeared.

Upon walking closer, Finch would notice the exact same suit as the last, with what appears to be lightning on their face. The white and blue apparently on something rather dark, given the lack of a view.

"Try not to blink," the man said as the other faded away, laying a hand on Finch's shoulder.

In a flash they were on the outskirts of the city.

"Wait here. I have to go back for the others," can't the curt request.

Well shit. Finch was no mind reader but the fact that smoke was everywhere now was probably not a good sign for him. He suspected his ally was still alive though, since it most likely would have vanished otherwise. But this was definitely not in the plan.

"Wonderful," he grumbled to himself, just before he saw a flash of light ahead. For a moment he thought it was just his imagination until it happened again, leaving him to assume that this was who he was looking for. Not quite as impressive as it had been made out to be, but oh well.

Drawing closer, it turned out to be two people this time, one of whom had lightning drawn on his mask or something. It was a bit hard to tell with all the dust and smoke. "Got it," he agreed, and proceeded to try and do just that as they suddenly appeared outside the city. Okay, definitely a teleporter then.

He took a few steps away and nodded. "I'll be here." He certainly wasn't going to go back into the city now.

Moments later the man returned with the man from before, and a woman in a schoolgirl outfit and a white mask with what appeared to be covered in old blood and a jagged smile and slits for eyes.

"That was bullshit. Why didn't we know she was so close to a Trigger?" The lightning man asked immediately. "That could've turned out much worse if it hadn't been you two."

The woman shook her head, looking at Finch. "Introduction. Like sun rays falling between the leaves, transparency and beauty entwined."

The telekenetic chuckled. "Don't mind her. She'll grow on you. I'm Scatterer, she's Smog, and he's Rend. You'll meet the rest when the initial missions are over."

"It's all simple, really. I'm sure you're wondering what we're up to," Rend spoke up lazily. "We're going to Ascend, and take over the place of the High bastards. Our leader holds many secrets, and he's working on creating Triggers for all of us. That'll include you, assuming you work out."

"Like the wind before the storm, leaves upturning and grass fluttering," Smog murmured. "We are the wind and the storm."

"Welcome to the Alkahest, Finch. Why don't you tell us anything you think we don't know about you already," Scatterer asked.

Finch did not have long to wait, and soon found himself joined with the man he had met before, as well as some others. They all seemed to share the same design aesthetics, which indicated that this was a bit more of a formal organization than just a social club or something. Not that he had a problem with that in the slightest.

"I see," he replied with a nod and a glance to Smog, who definitely erred on the poetic side. It was odd but not horribly so. In the meanwhile he wondered what a 'Trigger' was, since he assumed they meant Miss Edgy at the scene earlier. He'd never heard of it before, though a reason quickly occurred to him as to why that might be once the High were mentioned. Whatever it was, they had probably suppressed the knowledge of it. Same thing with this 'Ascend' really.

In all likelihood he would find out soon enough, and for now he needed to focus on the present. "Nice to meet all of you then," he replied with a nod and a casual stance as he took it all in. Seemed he was about to find some long term employment at last.

Rubbing his chin, he thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I have glass powers, I've got my own set of contacts to draw on in the city, opera is my guilty pleasure, and I have this bad tendency to wind up in situations where Epics try to punch me in the face a lot. I think that about covers everything."

Scatterer nodded thoughtfully. "You wouldn't happen to have an objection to the dress code, would you? That'd be terrible. We'll set you up with a mask soon enough, so long as you impress everyone."

Rend let out a barking laugh. "Being thoughtful and shit. Fucking Christ. Can't say much, though, considering mine was family and a tactical pick."

"Different views from the same glass, reflecting the same image in different light. We are all one, one is all, everything is nothing."

Scatterer ignored the others, continuing. "So any questions?"

A shrug came on his part as Finch shook his head. "I'm fine with it. I could use some new clothes anyway." His old ones had gotten a bit torn up from the successive fights with Epics, and perhaps a bit of a change from the cliched look would help him stand out a bit more. As they knew already, he did want to get some attention and recognition for himself.

That seemed to be the main take of things, and he had a few considerations ready when they asked if he had anything he wanted to know. "Well I would ask what this whole 'trigger' business is, but you guys were probably going to get to that anyway. Other than that, how active are things usually in this organization?" That seemed fairly relevant to know, and it was something that might not be immediately apparent either. It couldn't hurt to ask.

"Boss will discuss Triggers. It's not our information to give," Rend spoke up, sounding as if he were quoting a book.

"As for activity... We stay fairly active," Scatterer finished.

Finch let it go, honestly not all that surprised by both answers. It was what he had been expecting, and was more for the impression that he was willing to ask about things than just blindly following along. They weren't complaining, so he had to assume that it was working out.

"I see. Is it mostly in the area, or does your organization have a bit further reach than that?" It was the last question he had to ask, and once they had provided an answer to it he was ready to move on. "I think that's everything I've got." He was sure that he would find out the rest sooner or later.

"From many corners, bent at the corners to join the center mass. Each unit folding to create something greater, better, more beautiful," Smog answered.

"What she means is that we've been all over. We come from all over," Scatterer explained. "But we are here to stay."

"Like the wind," Smog nodded. "A hundred steps, a dozen strides, all lead to the same outcome."

"Alright then." Finch was still working on parsing the poems and such, but he got the general gist of it when Scatterer provided a translation. Though he was nonetheless grateful for the helping hand there even if he did not say it aloud.

With that said he looked around at the group one last time. "I think that's everything. Where to next?" He was ready to get this show on the road once more, wherever that might end up at.

"To the Metal Fortress," Smog said simply.

Rend held laid a hand on Finch's shoulder again, the other two grabbing Rend's.

Moments later they were in an unknown location, which seemed to be base entire of metal and looked like the entrance to an ancient styled castle.

"Welcome to home..." Scatterer muttered. "Explore for a bit. We'll collect you when the meeting happens. Maybe think about your mask, though one may be chosen for you. Find an empty room to take as yours, all that fun stuff."
I'd like to do a colab for Finch, if you don't mind.


Sure, I'm cool with that.
Finch

The criminal had to admit, this was getting to the kind of level that was way beyond the league he played at. But that was just the nature of Epics and Freaks. Some people got shafted, some people won the billion dollar lottery and could basically destroy a city given enough time. He was just glad at the moment that he had one of those lucky ones on his side.

"I appreciate how much you care," Finch replied with a surprising lack of sarcasm, since he could have just gone at the guy for saying stupidly obvious things. But that didn't seem like it would be all that productive at the moment.

Instead he whistled to himself, impressed both at the attack and the way that the guy basically shrugged it off before laying down the hurt on Miss Edgy, and interrupting every other attack besides. "Everyone wants to be the hero," he noted with a shrug. He didn't get it either, but with this sort of territory you had to expect that something showy would bring everyone with powers and without a self preservation instinct running to you like a moth to flame.

For the moment he hung near, and waited to see how this played out.

@Dealdric@Old Amsterdam@thewizardguy@Mercenary Lord
@Dealdric I would like to take this moment to point out that the tornado is not the main problem in th fight now, but rather the cloth soaked in, I dunno jet fuel or something that Guilt is currently trying to us to burn out me and Oni mask man. So you may have trouble grabbing things at the moment
Alicia Hayden

Though the sentiments were not voiced, Alicia would find herself in agreement with Scout. Things were moving too fast. Thalia struck, preventing Suwako from grabbing her friend and then launching multiple attacks. At the same time a building crumbled down, and a quick glance confirmed that it had been a magical show of power and not just accumulated battle damage.

"I don't have time for this," Alicia muttered to herself as she turned to face the girls who had just made that demonstration, who had in turn begun floating towards her. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy trying to help a friend right now so if you want to fight can it wait until later?" Even with her oath, the situation was understandably wearing down on her nerves.

Fortunately Scout was there to deflect the incoming projectile, and Alicia gave up the offensive as she dove behind cover while Thalia attacked randomly with reckless abandon. Her mind raced, trying to come up with an option for moving forwards against this opponent without killing her in the process.

But it seemed that the girl was a lot more proactive, though not necessarily in the best way. "Yes, this is a stupid idea," she replied as she held her bow low, ready to act should Thalia decide to respond to this in the manner that it deserved.

@Shifter_Master@Majoras End@Vocab@Hammerman@ShyDot
Finch

The criminal was not at all surprised by the offer, since it was what he had been expecting when his debt was called in by this guy. He could, at the very least, appreciate the fact that they were going with the carrot first, mostly like because he had been willing to show up rather than making them come for him. He had no doubt that it would have been otherwise in that situation.

But before he could say anything h found that they had a rude interruption, some other Epic appearing to crash the party and suddenly casting a ring of grenades into existence. He eyed them nonchalantly, a clear disdain born of recognition that there wasn't much he could do if they did go off. His thing was glass, not being explosion or shrapnel proof. Besides, he figured his current companion with apparent disintegration powers would have something to say about that.

"Wow, someone is trying impressively hard to be edgy and dark," he commented aloud with a glance towards Guilt. "Compensating, I assume."

Of course the grenades were a distraction from the incoming Phantom, but he quickly became aware of that as he was pulled by the same unseen force currently creating that debris cloud into the very cloud itself. Maybe his power was some kind of telekinesis? There wasn't enough evidence to be sure yet.

That left him next to the man in the suit and Oni mask, who indicated the obvious result of refusing to go along with what he and his little group of revolutionaries had in mind. He assumed they were revolutionaries anyway, though the breed had yet to be determined. But given his occupation and his situation, he supposed it didn't matter that much so long as he wasn't one of the ones getting trampled in that revolution.

After a moment he shifted the dagger that he had held previously into a thin rod, easier to carry in the current situation. "If I didn't want to accept then I would probably be out of town by now," he pointed out in return. "But you make a very persuasive argument anyways. Where do we begin?"

@Old Amsterdam@Mercenary Lord@thewizardguy
Penny, calm down your girlfriend
Finch

The aforementioned bird themed criminal found out the news when he was busy shopping, as the radio switched to emergency reports of the attack ongoing rather than the music that it had been playing before. He couldn't really blame them for that, breaking news was important after all.

"Persistent aren't they," he muttered to himself as he walked up to the register, where a small television gave some picture of what was going on. If it was related then these guys really did not get a hint did they? If they were going against the High again, or whatever.

Then his day got a whole lot worse. It came in over the audio from the attack, via whomever was just crazy enough to actually get close to the guy, and he had to do his best to keep from paling a bit. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered to himself. There was no way that guy was talking about him, right? Yet there were too many details for it to be a coincidence, and he felt a growing sensation in the pit of his stomach that indicated he was in for a bad time. On the one hand, if he didn't listen and these guys found him, the guy who could disintegrate everything around him probably wouldn't be merciful. On the other hand, actually answering would put him squarely on the High's radar, and as anyone could tell you that was the bad sort of place to be.

Well, he was quite clearly coerced right? Besides, one could make the case that what he did didn't actually matter, since if they knew that this would happen then the High would have prevented it. He couldn't claim to understand the thoughts of the almighty that ruled here, but there were some things that he did know.

After a few moments of thought he turned around, and began to put away the groceries that he had been prepared to buy. Something told him that those were not going to last through the trip.




It took him a bit to get to where the man was, but he was very direct in doing so once he had donned his outfit. Stepping into sight, he walked to about the edge of where the destructive bubble was while holding a dagger made of glass in his left hand. "I can see you're the original type," he called out to try and make himself heard over the debris. "Why don't you add some tweeting while you're at it?"

Clearly he was here though, and he waited cautious for some idea of what he was supposed to do to pay off this debt to his mysterious friends. What could he do that they needed him for? He'd find out soon, he supposed.

@Old Amsterdam
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