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Worm - Chicago (High casual) (Superheroes and villains)

Scourge
Bank Alley

A warm breeze blew past Scourge as he looked up and down the alley. All breezes were warm with him around after all. He nodded at Chroma's intel, glancing back at Spencer with an annoyed look. He hadn't planned on stripping, nor was there going to be a date to begin with if she took the 'even if you're a criminal you can leave now you're not the top of our priorities list' vibe that was clearly being given off. Then again maybe she was a rogue who wanted to help. Or, the worst possibility, a fan girl.

"Run! There are criminals nearby, and you will only get in the way." As he spoke, his flames peeled away from his mouth, making sure the heat didn't distort the words. He gave a quick look around and noticed the wall where Drho had escaped through, and jogged over to it. He sidled through it as the proportion were slightly off, his flames quelling so as to not damage the building.

Scourge didn't glance back and continued his pursuit of Drho, but upon reaching the other side of the last wall he found no van. "Shit. Van has left perimeter. Scarlett, report?" He spoke into his comms, his voice tense. She replied almost immediately with an all clear, and a inquiry about getting higher ground. Scourge confirmed the request, and started jogging out to the nearest actual street to look for the van, and saw it retreating into the distance eastward bound.

"Van spotted heading east on West Adam St." He said into his comms, before stopping and looking around. "Wait. Where is our backup?" He said, suddenly concerned.

"Back up will be arriving momentarily. Situation on south side of city delayed forces."

"That's way too convenient. Precog among enemy forces?" Scourge asked, directing the question towards Chroma.

Blackout
In a Fleeing Van

Serephina had started yelling at Blackout, and a stifled sigh was let out. It brought him back to the world of not reliving his trigger event, which was a relief. Regardless it was like being thrown out of burning hot water and into ice cold water. Or starting to drown after being dehydrated. She was being unpleasant was the point.

Before Blackout could tell her to be quite though Drho intervened. The man stepped into the van, and defended Blackout without being too rude. He had to smile, and he turned over to nod his thanks. Seth, who was just outside the van still, threw a small earpiece to Nightfall, and smiled warmly. "We'll be in touch." He said simply,before turning to follow Drho into the van.

"Blackout strip. That blue paint will fuck everyone up if you don't. Serephina. . . You can wait until no one's around if you care. Seth said, carefully stepping over Blackout before sitting down in his seat again. Blackout turned a deep red, and he hid his face as Greed closed the door of the van.

"Please look away," Blackout said quietly, not meeting anyone's eyes.

He slipped off his shirt. The first thing to catch anyone's eyes if they were looking was the circular scar on his chest, which was a deeper tone then the rest of his chest His fair skin made it very noticeable, showing an extreme contrast. It spiraled out from the center, and someone with medical experience would know the kind of wound he had suffered before his trigger event was lethal. Though he wasn't religious, it was hard not to believe the woman who saved him to be an angel. It wasn't as hard after she snapped.

Blackout closed his eyes in embarrassment as he threw his wig aside and slipped off his pants next, though that was a bit more of a struggle, as the van had started to move. He slid immediately and hit the back of the van with a small grunt. He turned himself around, and used the back of the van as a way to leverage his pants off. Thank god the paint hadn't seeped through the jeans.

Worm - Chicago (High casual) (Superheroes and villains)

Npc. Im not gonna bother to make a cs unless he becomes important to the story, which he barely is right now. I mentioned him in our collab? xD

Worm - Chicago (High casual) (Superheroes and villains)

Vince
Freaking the Fuck Out

Spencer informed Vince there was no need to get hot and bothered, and he grimaced. That wasn't the worst thing he had been called, but it was a new one. Chroma started speaking through the earpiece, and instinctively Vince raised his hand to his ear, and pushed the piece closer so he could hear better. He was informed there was a master, and Blackout in the area, along with the villain who had destroyed the vault. Chroma started describing the Master before his words started slurring and he stuttered out incoherent gibberish. 

After a slight pause Vince sprinted towards the way of the vault. His fire quickly started spinning around his body, burning off his clothes and creating a striking figure. An X shape enveloped his back and chest, the lines on his body glowing bright like magma. The floating fire was also gently laced around his legs, though the heat was all directed at his body. The only bit of clothes that weren't burned off were his boxers, luckily. They were obviously tinker made to be heat resistant, and they were the a deep black.

As he grew warmer his skin grew tougher and tougher. No upper limit had been reached as far as his resilience to heat ratio, though he could only get himself so hot. Vince scanned the halls as he ran, arriving in the vault just as he heard Chroma say, "Not today," and he had to smile. Chroma was very. . . Serious? That wasn't the right word. Cliche! That was it. Vince gave himself a mental pat on the back for remembering the word, before crossing to the exit of the vault, his fire swirling around him dangerously.

Blackout
Bank Alley

As Blackout slid he saw Chroma lob paint at him, and was thankful the man was distracted. The paint sailed over his head, a little behind him, letting Blackout get close enough to disable Chroma's power. A small smile graced his face, and he whispered, "Bye," right before Chroma left his range.

Blackout pointed the gun at Chroma, and steadied it, but the man flew backwards suddenly, with something on top of him. No one was there. . . No Serephina had been there. She had made her play, and as her invisibility faded momentarily he saw her tumble over Chroma and slide into the wall. She was now thoroughly coated with paint, though Blackout soon forgot about her as her power activated again. 

Then Blackout wanted to die. The feeling of knives stabbing him, and needles entering his arm enveloped his senses before he appeared in the van. He was panting, and fell to his knees, not a drop of blood on him. The armored veteran-looking man from before was standing in front of him. Blackout stopped screaming when he noticed he was, and fell over. Drho in the van would only see the man with body armor stand up, before disappearing, and reappearing immediately with Blackout in his arms. Gael wouldn't see this so much as sense this. The man didn't so much as glance at Drho before disappearing again.

Inside the van was the same glasses clad man from before, who glanced up to look at Drho. He smiled slightly, his skin taut over every inch of exposed skin. The man clearly had poor eating habits, and it was showing quite clearly. His pale skin seemed paper thin, though he didn't seem uncomfortable in the least. He suddenly stood up, and walked to the open door of the van, motioning Drho to follow. He waved to Gael, and spoke loudly to him.

"Hello Nightfall, Drho, I'm Seth,and I'll be your precog," He said simply, his voice a bit too high pitched for his gender. "Take a seat. The man who just about killed Blackout will be back shortly. His cape name is Greed, a teleporter who, understandably, hates his power. It makes you feel a very intense pain. He's currently looking for Serephina," 

As Seth spoke, Greed was doing just that. Greed was right next to where he had previously seen Serephina, ignoring Chroma. Any attempt at attacking Greed would be answered by a wordless teleport before he returned to searching. Every teleport admittedly took a bit more out of him, but the forty year old man had dealt with much worse. 

"It's time to leave, Serephina. If you don't wanna die. . ." He called out, his voice the exact opposite of Seth's; Gruff, manly, and all business. It clearly wasn't a threat, but he did want to hurry this up. Greed could tell; Vince had arrived, the smoke leaking out of the vault was a very clear indicator, and fire started to leak out as well as Vince exited, and teleporting didn't work if you were surrounded by fire. Or were in fire.

Death Note(s)

Roseburg, Oregon

A young woman came close to running into Sif, and he was more then a little surprised. She had somehow approached from his blind spot while he was looking around. She seemed upset with him, and muttered something along the lines of "Your clothes make you better then everyone else," and Sif immediately misunderstood what she had been implying. "Oh no, I wear this because of my father," Sif explained with a patient look about him, though admittedly a bit apprehensive.

"My father says, Sif you must wear nice clothes, bring home pretty American girl, and I say, Father it will impress no one, I will get funny looks, and he replies Nonsense! Woman love man who wear suit, ask mother," He continued, his Korean accent heavy on every word. Truthfully he understood English pretty well, but writing and reading were worlds apart for Sif; Writing in English was his forte in fact. His strange way of speaking had kept him from going to the eighth grade a couple years ago, making him older then almost everyone in his Sophomore class. He didn't recognize this particular girl, but he was bad enough at names and faces that it wasn't very surprising. Sif could've met her plenty of times and have no recollection of it.

As Sif spoke he examined the girl, and thought she looked pretty peeved. Was that his fault, or was it because of how difficult high school seemed to be? It probably wasn't Sif, so it was understandable that school was just difficult today. It could make anyone moody, even Sif. Truthfully he just hoped she didn't hate Asians, and if she didn't maybe they could be friends? He had high hopes for a guy who had a total of two friends. Sif relaxed a bit, as he didn't feel like someone was spying on him anymore. The halls were empty except for the two of them, which was a godsend in of itself. He didn't like big crowds. He already had delusions of a grand friendship between the two of them. . .

"I must go home, sorry for misunderstanding," Sif said, looking worried again. The clouds that had been approaching before were getting closer and closer. They seemed like they were just about to burst, and release a drenching shower. That seemed to be an omen. . . Or maybe Sif was just superstitious.

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Roseburg, Oregon

A young woman came close to running into Sif, and he was more then a little surprised. She had somehow approached from his blind spot while he was looking around. She seemed upset with him, and muttered something along the lines of "Your clothes make you better then everyone else," and Sif immediately misunderstood what she had been implying. "Oh no, I wear this because of my father," Sif explained with a patient look about him, though admittedly a bit apprehensive.

"My father says, Sif you must wear nice clothes, bring home pretty American girl, and I say, Father it will impress no one, I will get funny looks, and he replies Nonsense! Woman love man who wear suit, ask mother," He continued, his Korean accent heavy on every word. Truthfully he understood English pretty well, but writing and reading were worlds apart for Sif. His strange way of speaking had kept him from going to the eighth grade a couple years ago, making him older then almost everyone in his Sophomore class. He didn't recognize this particular girl, but he was bad enough at names and faces that it wasn't very surprising. Sif could've met her plenty of times and have no recollection of it.

As Sif spoke he examined the girl, and thought she looked pretty peeved. What that his fault, or was it because of how difficult high school seemed to be. It probably wasn't Sif, so it was understandable that school was just difficult today. It could make anyone moody, even Sif. Truthfully he just hoped she didn't hate Asians, and if she didn't maybe they could be friends? He had high hopes for a guy who had a total of two friends. Sif relaxed a bit, as he didn't feel like someone was spying on him anymore. The halls were empty except for the two of them, which was a godsend in of itself. He didn't like big crowds. He immediately had delusion of a grand friendship between the two of them. . .

"I must go home, sorry for misunderstanding," Sif said, looking worried again. The clouds that had been approaching before were getting closer and closer. They seemed like they were just about to burst, and release a drenching shower. That seemed to be an omen, or maybe Sif was just superstitious.

Death Note(s)

Roseburg, Oregon

The bell had rang only thirty minutes prior, and Sif remained in the library. The extra study time afforded him respite from his father's drunken attitude. Though it hadn't turned violent, it was understandably unsettling. His gaze drifted up from his homework as he noticed the dark clouds settling above the town. It was probably going to rain, and that quickly became one of Sif's number one priorities.

The chair let out a loud creak as he stood, the sound echoing in the cramped library, which seemed to be empty. Sif quickly closed his books and put them into his backpack. If he didn't get home soon he would be rained on, and his nice suit would be sopping, not to mention uncomfortable. Black was the theme, with his undershirt showing under his coat to be black. His black dress pants were the same shade as the aforementioned overcoat, while the red-silver striped tie beneath it expressed a sharp contrast.

The saturated blue eyes behind Sif's bleach white hair checked the door to the hallway before he left the library. He had such a strange feeling, and it preoccupied him as he walked through the empty halls. His eyes scanned every crevice, and he even cast a glance back, but no one seemed to be nearby. Sif felt like he was being watched.

Death Note(s)

Completely fine, don't fret!

Death Note(s)

Just to let everyone know, the first IC post is up. No one has found a Death Note yet so whatever your character is doing when you guys post, dont mention anything about them or have any knowledge of them. Once I see a couple of these, I will do another post in the Shinigami Realm.

@Alina13

Sorry if you forgot~

Death Note(s)

I'm glad that's decided! My char is submitted~

Worm - Chicago (High casual) (Superheroes and villains)

@Alina13 please fix your misinterpretation in your post! Thanks :D