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Jackalope


"Fucking...ow..." Jackalope forced himself to his feet, a stabbing pain in his side - probably a cracked rib, fuck, exactly what I need shocking him into alertness in time to answer the Brute's question. "Um...Manifold? The Tinker? She was by the truck, and then there was the explosion, and it was falling, and she threw me, but..." His eyes widened as he put two and two together to come up with something in the vicinity of four. "Oh, shit! She's still under there!" He had to stop himself from reaching for his power - have to let the woman move around here too - and settled for a half-hobble, half-dive to get behind the truck while favoring his side. A moment later, he realized there was no way in hell he was lifting it, let alone helping Manifold out. He jittered nervously on the balls of his feet, glancing around. "Okay, um - you can get her out from under there, right? Okay. Fuck. Uh, mobile fortress? Any idea how far away? I just need a rough estimate - mile, two miles, less? I can help with that - and it'll probably be better than us all being in the same place - but I need to know how far to run." And hopefully it won't get another shot off before we can get moving...
Jackalope


Perception in his breaker state was always...tricky. He'd never been able to measure what was actually going on inside his field when he used his power, but he was pretty sure that the human-shaped blob that was all anyone could see through the forcefield was just that - a basically featureless blob, not just a distorted view of himself. Which made him wonder how he was sensing anything, especially through the sage-green tint of his forcefield, and especially when those bullets passing by his head should have been too fast to track anyway.

He'd always found his mind wandering a bit in his breaker state, too, which was probably why he was so blase about the bullets.

Feeling his charge levels hit the point he was waiting for - about halfway - he doubled back in an instant U-turn that would have been impossible for a human runner. Yep, still got it. He poured on the speed, sprinting for the cover of the deaf Tinker's truck. It's gonna be risky - my shield's gonna be almost gone by the time I get there - but the less time I spend out here, the better. Let's hope this works.
Jackalope bounced to his feet, glaring at the Tinker. "Okay, what the hell was that? I try to keep anyone from hurting themselves on my power, and -" He broke off as the other cape's hands moved in a flurry of strange gestures; he'd have suspected some weird Tinker control interface, but given her silence... "Shit. I don't know sign language. Okay, uh - my power trail can make a pretty good wall, keep the tanks from coming closer without getting diced up. Got a problem with -"

That was when another new cape seemed to...flow up next to them. Guess it was a Changer after all. "Call me Jackalope, it's pithier. Listen, I can cut off their advance - my trail's sharp enough to dice metal. Should make them hold still long enough for you to get in there for...whatever you're gonna do, and liquids don't cut so you'll probably be fine going through it. I'll hold off long enough for you to get in there." He dropped the Changer from his attention, noticing her flow off out of the corner of his eye. Focusing, he knelt, letting the tension of his power build. If I curve out the back here, swing back across the road, double back on myself, dive right as the bubble pops to get out of the line of fire...yeah, that should do it. Silently praying - to what, he wasn't sure - that the tanks wouldn't get a shot on him, he released his power, sending him blasting out of cover the opposite way he'd come in. Please don't let them screw this up...
[whoops, forgot Manifold used sign language, need to rewrite this and I don't know how to delete a post so just leaving it edited]
Tanks?

Fucking tanks?

Hell, and Will had thought the one raider group with an APC was bad. Did they really have zero capes looking out for shit like this? And I thought this was supposed to be the big city.

Or maybe they did - he thought he spotted at least two other capes dealing with them. No, wait - three, assuming that weird sludge was a Changer rather than some Tinker bullshit. Okay, that meant he couldn't just dash in head-on. He'd have to try to cut around, time things to land right next to the pair by the car...yeah, that'd do it. Then he could make sure nobody was stupid enough to put a hand in his trail or anything, and not block the Tinker's line of sight. Right. Plan made. Get your ass in gear, hero boy.

His power helped him pick out the rough distance he'd need to go, estimating a good few minutes at about middling speed, slowing down near the end. A smile tugged at his lips as he flipped down the mini-binoculars of his multitool and stowed it in his belt. He knew he shouldn't really be thinking this way...but damn, was it going to be good to deal with some bastards with actual law enforcement to take care of them afterward. Settling his helmet, he crouched down, arms out in a runner's crouch that didn't help at all but just felt right. His power responded, an energy seeming to grow stronger, stronger...and release!

(And in his breaker state, with that peculiar bit of disinhibition he only felt like this, he could finally admit - it was going to feel good to do something other than just run from town to town, too.)

He curved wide around the main road at a healthy speed he estimated to be around 75 mph, approaching the stopped car from the side, ahead of the oncoming tanks. Within a few yards, he braked, slowing the...whatever it was that kept him going...down to his minimum speed. Despite that, he still had to weave a little bit to burn the last of his charge before he could come closer and pop out. I'm out of practice. Ignoring the trail behind him, he strode up to the Tinker standing on the car's roof - the other cape was apparently attacking the tanks with her bare hands, for some goddamn reason. Brute, I guess. "Alright, introductions. I'm Jackalope, those tanks are a fucking problem, and you're the heroes stopping them. Good, introductions done. Want me to make a trail around them, or do you have a plan already?"
JACKALOPE


"Citizen, I'm here to help! ...pfft, sorry, couldn't keep a straight face."
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