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Jai Sikk
Ba Sing Se, 8 Path Prison


Jai watched through the bars of her cell as the disheveled man made his way down the row of cells, opening them and using some pretty obvious airbending techniques to pull the other prisoners to safety. Good, that gave them two different types and styles, doubling their chances at getting out. The young firebender fought to gain control of her breathing and conserve her strength until the airbender made it to her cell. Pushing herself to her feet, Jai stepped out of her cell as it was opened, taking a long look at her two new companions.

"I need to get to my boat." Jai said in response to the young mans question. "They towed it upriver to here, something about evidence. My sword's hidden there, and I'd like to get as far away from this city as I can once we get out."

Jai glared at the old man telling her to take up a position, fighting the urge to spat back at him. As much as she hated being given orders, they'd have to work together to get out of here...
Jai Sikk
Ba Sing Se 8 Path Prison

@Tominas


Jai Sikk grit her teeth in pain as she lifted her feet off the freezing, silt covered floor of the underground river. Canal? Creek? Screw it, who cared? She'd grabbed the chains tightly and lifted herself up to get some relief for her aching legs. The chains were too short, she could only reach the bottom with her tip-toes. Even with the added buoyancy of the water, it got tiring real fast. And that was where the pain started. Hanging by the chains dug into your wrists, cutting off bloodflow to your hands, and it also put you at the whim of the current. Wherever this water came from, it was moving fast. Letting yourself float pulled your arms at the chains, and could twist you around and get you tangled. By now she had worked out some kind of system. Stand for as long as she could, then grab the chains and pull up. She was strong, and it gave her a short reprieve, though she couldn't pull herself out of the water. When her arms gave out, it would be back down to keeping her balance on her toes.

The chains above Jai shifted, and she snarled at the bolts connecting the shackles to the wall. They were almost loose, but what then? The river passed through a grate, there was no escape through there. The doors were locked, with only a small platform on the inside for a guard to stand on when they delivered food. The barred doors offered no hiding spot, so she couldn't use that to her advantage. And her Firebending would be near useless for a few minutes, at least until she warmed up a little. Her way of escape was so close, but there was so much in her way...

The young woman looked up as she heard the door down the hall slam open violently. Normally the guards were a little more careful than that... Then, a voice filled the damp cavern and Jai grinned. Here was a chance if ever she saw one. Setting her feet back onto the mucky floor, Jai took a moment to gather her strength before jerking her left arm down hard. With a loud snapping sound, the bolt above her popped out of the stonework, the chain dropping to dangle from her wrist. Twisting herself up, Jai used her newfound maneuverability to grasp the remaining chain tightly, hauling herself out of the water and planting her feet on the wall. Gritting her teeth and crying out gutturally at the effort, Jai yanked at the remaining chain as it too popped free of its binding.

Crashing into the water below, Jai nearly gasped in a lungful of water out of shock before her sailing instincts kicked in. Never panic if you fall off the boat. Swim up. Get to an edge. Fortunately, her small cell accommodated all of those things, as she broke the surface and hauled herself onto the small ledge by her door. Jai collapsed to her knees as she reached a hand out through the bars, the clanking of the chains around her wrist sounding like victory bells to her ears now.

"If you have keys," The young Firebender called, "Then get me out of this pit!"
Interested!
2:28 AM, December 25th
Conowingdo Dam, Maryland


Aquaman rocketed out of the water as he felt the earth shake from the Titan's fall. Thanks to his enhanced speed, the Atlantean made it to the rest of the group in only a moment, time enough to answer Grim's question in person. "Affirmative Grim, stable. I must admit, this was an incredibly effective plan." Orin said, watching the others gather around the monstrous form of the prone foe.

It wasn't until the green one spoke up that Orin gave him much notice. He recognized the man, he had seen him during the incident in the Middle East, but the two had never stopped to speak. Up close now though... It was obvious to Orin who these 'bosses' of Emerald Knight were. The Green Lantern Corps, headed by the Guardians of Oa. In its heyday, Atlantis had a thriving space exploration program, and had been made aware of the Lanterns and their laws early into their expeditions. Now it seemed Earth had its own verdant guardian.

"If I may, my glowing green friend;" Orin said, stepping forward. "I think this particular threat is of a... Terrestrial scale. I see no need to involve bigger authorities here, especially now that we've proven that between us, we can defend against them pretty handily."
Overclock/3:00 am
King's Station, bordering Ross Park
Interacting with:
@Simple Unicycle


Overclock jumped in surprise at the surprise grappling hook, the gangbangers reacting similarly as one of their buddies was dragged away screaming. Overclock braced himself again, watching as a figure emerged from the alley... Overclock recognized the face of Mr. Nil. He had spent some time browsing VigilanteWatch, and Nil's look was pretty unique, like a Terminator that stepped out of the 50's. Listening to his quippy one-liner though, Overclock had to grin. The Terminator was on his side.

"Don't mind if I do, friend. I could use a nice, easy warmup." Overclock retorted before springing forward at the nearest D-Gen member. The gun came up and Overclock was momentarily blinded and deafened by the flash and shot, but the bullet simply dropped away from him as the energy harmlessly transferred. Letting out a short laugh, the masked vigilante swung his staff in a wide arc, the end flashing with newly stored energy. The staff connected with a sickening 'CRACK' and the gun-toting gangbanger was lifted off his feet and flew through the air to crash into a newspaper stand across the street.

"Woo, it feels good to cut loose!" Overclock cried with a hidden grin as he turned back to face the remaining two opponents.
Overclock, 2:57 am
King Station, bordering Ross Park


((Warning: Adult language))

Overclock skulked around the darkened entrance to an alley as he kept an eye on the poorly lit street separating King Station from the Park. About fifty feet away, the porch light of a 24-hour convenience store flickered, catching his eye. Overclock considered stepping into the shop to get out of the rain, which by now had soaked through his clothes. He could get a hot drink, a protein bar... Or a candy bar, he could afford some chocolate/peanut-buttery goodness... Of course, that would mean having to be seen by the acne-ridden kid manning the graveyard shift, and possibly getting the cops called on him for either illegal vigilantism or suspected gang activity, considering his outfit. But on a night like tonight, maybe it'd be worth it to get run off this street...

Overclock snapped to attention as a pair of headlights rolled up to the stoplight just past the convenience store, crossing from the Park into the Station. It rolled slowly around the corner, the bright beams nearly catching Overclock before he ducked back into his alley hiding spot. Judging by the undercarriage lights, lifted cab, and the gang-related detailing; this had to be the D-Gens. Patrolling the edges of their turf, most likely. But now they had crossed into the Station, probably just to cut through and find a shortcut, but that was semantics. They were across the line. That was his cue.

As the car rolled up by the alleyway, Overclock sprinted out to plant himself in front of the car. The brakes squealed too late, as Overclock watched the car close the gap between its bumper and his legs. When the car hit though, instead of knocking down the masked man it simply... Stopped. Even the occupants of the car, none of whom were wearing their seatbelts, didn't move much, all the kinetic energy of the car suddenly being sapped away into the human battery in front of them. The four delinquents stared in slight shock at the hooded figure in front of their car before the drover swore and leaned on the horn.

"Yo muthafucker! Get the fuck outta the street you fuck! Quit touchin' my fuckin' car! You deaf or somethin'?! MOVE!"

Overclock grinned beneath his bandana, slipping a hand into a pocket and pulling out one of his rubber bands. He took a step back and listened to the driver rev his engine as he closed the gap again, clearly trying to intimidate him. Overclock hooked the band around a finger on his prosthetic, and grabbed it with his other hand. Raising the improvised and normally harmless projectile, Overclock chuckled as he charged it with stored energy, the rubber flashing a dull purple briefly before he aimed it at the windshield... And shot.

A pair of ear-piercing crashed filled the soaked streets, echoing down the alleys and off buildings. The windshield of the D-Gen's car had shattered, the band actually passing through and blowing out the rear window as well.There was a chorus of panicked screams from the four gang members as they abandoned the car, each or them brandishing pistols as they turned on him. Overclock tensed andreached for his staff...

This was about to get fun.
Overclock/Male/24/Hero
Graves apartment/Kings Station/2:45 AM


Jon Graves started awake as his phone buzzed off the short nightstand to fall to the floor. Swearing under his breath, Jon grabbed the offending device and turned off the alarm. Squinting into the darkness, the young man sat up on his mattress, sighing as he looked out the window to the low light of the dead-of-night city. No stars tonight. Weatherman said it might rain. No matter. There was work to do.

Reaching over to a nearby charging port, Jon unhooked his prosthetic arm from the charger and began to affix it to his stump. The advanced prosthetic had been a gift from the surgeon who had worked on Jon after the accident; upon hearing their family's financial situation the doctor had set up a fund so that Jon could afford prosthetics when he needed them. Upon the young man's decision to embark upon this nighttime life of vigilantism, Jon had emptied the fund and bought the most advanced arm available. He'd needed the best tools. Finally finished, Jon flexed his mechanical fingers and stood up, kicking his mattress aside to get at the supplies underneath.

A set of dark clothes, a purple bandana wrapped around his face, and a dark purple hoodie later, Overclock lit his desk lamp and checked himself in his mirror. The only remarkable feature left were his icy blue eyes. Slipping on his black boots, Overclock patted his hoodie pocket to confirm his staff was folded down and stored away. Finally he stood up, pulling on a single black glove over his flesh-hand before moving to his window and stepping out onto the fire escape.

Looking down at the alley below, Overclock sighed as he stretched his arms. Time to crack some skulls till the sun came up, then to sneak back home and get ready for the office life. But for now... Now he could do whatever he wanted.

Overclock stepped off the edge of the fire escape into open air.

Twisting and tumbling through the air, Overclock grinned as he felt the wind sting his eyes. Flipping over quickly, he landed on his feet in the alley below, feeling his muscles suddenly charge with absorbed energy. Chuckling to himself, the young man sprinted out of the alley, heading for the line between King and Ross, his job for the night to keep his block safe from the gangs and drugs bleeding over from the slums...
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