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Jason and Whipstitch
Villain Meeting
Jason remained quiet as the various members present supported, more or less, the idea to destroy the Community. Their reservations weren't necessarily uncalled for, though plenty had remained quiet so far (including two of his teammates, though he didn't really expect Sofia to speak up).
He was about to speak up about Sabotage's concerns when an unexpected visitor pushed through into the bar.
He frowned beneath his helmet, glancing subtly towards the one he knew previously as Broker with annoyance. What was this?
He smacked his hands together, calling attention back to himself. "I think I speak for everyone here when I say I would like for you to expand, Broker." His voice remained level, but perhaps he did shift slightly closer (protectively?) towards Sofia. Running through his knowledge on the present Capes, he didn't think any had Thinker abilities, so he causally activated his comm line, barely speaking audibly. He hoped the others had treated this like the mission it was and had remained equipped with their own comms. "I have a bad feeling in my gut. I'll continue to remain the focus for us, but stay alert..."
Whip, meanwhile, had shifted her chair closer to the wall and was glaring at this 'Broker' character. "Bloody fucking bastards thinking they decide everything," she muttered, glancing at Sabotage. At least she was sensible and pure, unlike most of the people present.
She stood up, her chair shooting back with audible protest. "Bastards like Patriarch deserve to die. Bastards trying to control you deserve to die. And bastards who trick you can get fucked."
Her outburst was... Oddly calm given her explosive movement. Was she actually angry or....?
She flicked her wrist and looked down in surprise, her face scrunching up in irritation. "Why doesn't it work? Why doesn't it....."
She sat down suddenly, muttering fiercely to herself as she continued to attempt....something, oblivious to everyone else suddenly.
Heroes Meet (AKA Best Day Ever!)
Lillian smiled at Alessa, following her gaze towards the two shapely heroes where Sylph seemed incredibly flustered.
Idly she wondered if she could get Alessa that adorably flustered. She would probably be cute with a bit of a flush creeping across her face....
Grinning mischievous she decided she was going to have to find a way to test that theory. For science!
Stifling a fit of giggling, Lillian went to reply to Alessa's question when suddenly Overlook called out.
Without even thinking, Lillian pulled on Alessa to the nearest cover and covered her ears at the thunderous crack as.... Something big and Rocky erupted from the ground.
"Are you okay, A-errr-Messiah?" Lillian asked, peeking over the table she'd flipped when she's noticed others doing such. She thought this might have actually have been her own table, actually...
See recognized that man, though. It was in the files she'd had to memorize about local villain threats the PRT knew about. But..."I thought Ceramix was in Boulder?" she said quietly, wondering if everyone else noticed him at the top of that golem.
She pressed on her comms, glad she'd automatically put it on when she's gotten in costume. She hesitated, wondering if she was the only one to be wearing one. This wasn't supposed to be something they'd have needed them for.
Shaking herself mentally she pressed the comms and spoke up. "Ceramix. Rockers' leader. Second in command Shatterpoint. I don't see anything indicating he's here too, but....I think it's likely. I'm with Messiah, what's our orders?" she spoke quickly, itching to transform. He was huge but.... She could get bigger than that. Even if that rock would hurt, if she got big enough it wouldn't be that bad right?
"Back me up, beautiful?" she asked Messiah, a lopsided grin on her face as she pulled up the other girl's hand she was still holding, kissing it lightly. "Like we promised, right? Better. Much better."
She was, of course, referencing their promise that the next 'mission' didn't end like the warehouse. But she felt light, much lighter than before, but with this hint of fire. She couldn't let this beautiful, wonderful girl get hurt.
The second floor was, unexpectedly perhaps, deserted. There was a single door, behind which was a room covered in dust and cobwebs. The furniture was under that odd plastic, pushed against the walls haphazardly, and all in all it was mildly depressing at the utter abandoned state of the room.
However, sitting perfectly in the center of the room was another note with "Spectre" clearly written in the same script as the first note.
Spectre,
Sorry to disappoint you, but this isn't really a face to face kind of meeting. I'm sure you were curious what kind of person would be paying this kind of cash. Speaking of, check under that table in the left back corner. There's a suitcase, full of the first half.
Still interested, I'm assuming? Great. In two hours, while most everyone else important is tied up in other business, I want you to watch for a certain man exciting a bar at the location provided below. The Target will be in a lab coat, wearing a gas mask most likely. He is armed and dangerous, and you're to pull him away from the bar for as long as you can.
Sorry to disappoint you, but this isn't really a face to face kind of meeting. I'm sure you were curious what kind of person would be paying this kind of cash. Speaking of, check under that table in the left back corner. There's a suitcase, full of the first half.
Still interested, I'm assuming? Great. In two hours, while most everyone else important is tied up in other business, I want you to watch for a certain man exciting a bar at the location provided below. The Target will be in a lab coat, wearing a gas mask most likely. He is armed and dangerous, and you're to pull him away from the bar for as long as you can.
The Questioner laughed at Mantis' words, before she turned him with serious eyes. "I want that bit of my map back, and I want you to stop using that emotion influence on me. It's rude, you know, and if you can't even be polite when I'm sure you can't even pay my standard fee I'll have to ask you to leave."
With a bit of a grimace she leaned against a stack of books. "Look, I'm a Rogue. I can't do stuff for free or everyone wants it for free. I ain't some Protectorate dog. You give me back my stuff, apologise, and I'll consider lowering the fee."
She held out her hand expectantly. "I can't give you Patriarch, there's not enough threads. I've tried. But I can give you someone else. I'm not sure who, but I know it's one of his. But, but, but! You can't do this alone. Not just an empath...." She considered for a moment, pursing her lips. "No, manipulator. Not just a manipulator like you. I hope you got a team or something. Don't care though. As long as you pay."
She wrote down something suddenly, a series of scribbled notes? "500 in cash and I never want to see your face again here. Deal?"
