The blonde Ward began striding into the bank, hopping over the tellers' counter and looking around. If the alarm was going off then the perpetrators must already be in the vault, considering the time it took to arrive on-scene.
"Actually, Scarlet," Chroma spoke up, looking back to his partner.
"You go back to the front and go around the building. Or over it. Something like that. If we're dealing with Capes then they might already be outside. Keep a lookout." His red-haired partner nodded in agreement and the two went their separate ways. Scarlet was to head outside and scout around the outside of the building. Chroma was to go further in, towards the vault.
"Ah, but safety first." Chroma held his hands out in front of himself, a blob of dull grey paint forming in the air between his hands.
The shapeless blob expanded in size, becoming the size of an exercise ball, before floating back towards Chroma himself. The floating paint expanded and spread out over his body, covering most of him in the grey paint. While it still retained a wet appearance it didn't drip off him in the slightest nor did any one area appear to have more paint than the others. It was perfectly spread out evenly. Only his head didn't have the paint, though his mask was coated for some level of face protection. The grey paint had a consistency of steel. Usually a thin bodysuit like the one Chroma had wouldn't stop any kind of bullet, but now he was like a walking steel wall. He had a negligible amount of extra weight, so this was arguably better than standard military body armor.
As the now grey Ward approached the vault he was quick to realize that there were parahuman shenanigans going on. The back of the vault had a very visible hole in the wall. But it was a shapely hole, not like something made from an explosive. It was as if a square (or more properly a rectangle) was removed from it whole.
"Oh boy, this is gonna be good," he mused to himself as he carefully stepped into the vault itself. With his white-washing plan there was nowhere to hide, so it took hardly a split-second to confirm that whoever was in the vault had already left. That, and there was a trail of fallen white-washed bills that led out the hole into the alleyway. Chroma peeked out the hole to see the missing chunk of wall was firmly embedded into an unfortunate car. He didn't dwell on that particularly long before letting his eyes follow the paper trail to...
A van behind an upturned chunk of concrete that had been supernaturally ripped from the ground. As soon as he saw the van it began to peel out, but there was nothing Chroma could do about that. Not the van, at least.
"There's a van leaving from the alley behind the bank," he spoke into his earpiece communicator. Scarlet would have to handle that one. However his work in the alley wasn't done. The van left hastily and with peculiar timing. Not to mention the strange wall made out of road that covered the van. Why would the van need cover? He held his hands to his sides, large blobs of blue paint forming in the air next to his palms. As soon as they reached the size of basketballs, which took no time at all, he tossed them one at a time towards the general direction of the upturned concrete. The blue paint splashed across the ground along both sides of it, coating a large part of the alleyway in a dark blue. One could look at the wet paint and guess that it felt wet, but if anyone were to touch it they would find it supernaturally slippery. Applying weight on it was a good way to take a fall. And surely if one fell in the midst of the paint they wouldn't be able to get up without some kind of assistance. What made it even worse was the fact that touching it would get some of the wet blue paint on whatever touched it. It'd spread the slippery effect if one were to get it on them.
But that wasn't enough. Chroma produced even more blue paint and began lobbing it haphazardly along the alleyway. In all of a few seconds he had managed to coat most of the area in blue. Only a few places such as underneath cars or behind the upturned concrete were left dry, places that Chroma didn't have a direct line-of-sight on.
"Toss your weapons and... well put the road back down! If you resist I'm gonna have to come over there. And I'll bring an ass-kicking with me! Don't make me do this the hard way, otherwise I'll make modern art out of you!" It was his standard threat. Desist or get beaten. While another glob of blue paint was floating in the air next to his left hand he began to walk forward, the blue paint vanishing underneath his feet right as he was about to step on it. This left a trail of footprints as he slowly walked up the alley towards the suspicious
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