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Death Note(s)

You monster @Airalin! I was halfway through that particular generic horror book, and thought for sure it was the shy boy! Now it's spoiled!

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000

301?

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

Ryan, Regus, and Serephina
The Headquarters

Quick collaboration

The clothes that Regus had given to Ryan fit him pretty well, surprisingly enough. He slipped them on quickly, barely able to hear over the sound of rain impacting the roof. A couple minutes later they arrived, the van stopping. "Serephina we've arrived. If you want to change in the van, we'll leave and you can do so. Otherwise Ryan and Regus will carry you in, to avoid you falling because of that blue paint." Seth said in a matter of fact tone, before unmuting himself for the driver, and saying, "We're gonna wait about five minutes."

As Seth talked Ryan stepped out of the van and looked around. The base was right behind an abandoned convenience store, a road going around it's parking lot, and opening up behind it. It had concrete walls, the outside not very revealing on any level about what was inside on any floor. On the second and third floor 2x4's covered the windows, and on the inside of the third floor specifically thermal padding covered each window. Around the building was a hard packed dirt surface that would turn to mud with the oncoming torrent of water, but it was stable for now. A high chain link fence lined the perimeter, at a distance of about sixty feet from the headquarters itself.

Trees and thick bushes that were just growing back their foliage lined the area just outside the chain link fence, offering quite a bit of privacy from prying eyes. Just past the trees and chain link fence on the west side of the compound was the parking lot of the convenience store, and at the south-west corner was the road that led into the compound. This was the only entrance a vehicle could take, and blocked the line of sight of anyone entering the compound, while allowing anyone inside to see the vehicle quite easy.

Someone who was particularly observant would notice Tinkertech cameras placed at key points around the perimeter, though their minuscule rectangular shape were very hard to notice. They measured just larger then a pencil, and were camouflaged depending on their placement. A small bit of programming caused them to recognize objects that weren't normally on the premises and track it until it went out of sight.

A small bit of wind whipped at Ryan, and caused him to shiver a bit, before glancing back at Regus and Serephina. "This is my house. It's warmer then it looks, trust me." He said, gesturing to the concrete building. "We should get out of the rain sooner rather then later," He added after a bit of thought, glancing at the ground cautiously.

Regus examined the area curiously. So this was to be their base of operations? Well it was rather imposing for sure and it was unlikely for a random passerby to stumble onto it. It was kind of . . . Drab though, more like a prison than anything else. Regus stepped out of the van, lugging the bag full of money that had thankfully returned to its original hue, a little surprised at the chilling gust that quickly raised goosebumps on his arms. "I agree, lets go. Serephina?" Regus asked, turning to face the girl. Personally he didn't really want to carry her in because the blue paint that covered her would undoubtedly slop onto his clothes as well, but he wouldn't protest it.

Seth climbed out of the van and reached up to talk to activate his earpiece, and talk to Nightfall. "Once you reach the address go to the top floor of the building. Once you are present, or forty minutes have passed, the meeting will begin. I won't be present." His voice cracked part way through, but he seemed to be ignoring it.

"I think I'll take a couple minutes to change. This paint is really getting to me. I'll meet you guys inside." As Regus and Ryan walked away, she closed the doors to the van and dumped her backpack out on the floor making sure that there was no dripped paint her clothes would fall in. In her bag she found a pair of black sweatpants, a grey t-shirt with a rather large hole in the rib cage and dozens of pairs of socks. She always carried enough socks with her to sink a battleship and right now, she was damn grateful for it. As she took off her dripping pants, she realized the skin on her legs was very swollen from her fall. She was disappointed at her knife. She thought for sure it would do the job but it was just lame like that she guessed. That was her only weapon and now she had nothing; maybe she would ask Ryan for a weapon of his she could use until she found, stole, or made something else. She got the rest of her paint soaked clothes off and her dry clothes on and hopped out of the van and made her way in the direction Regus and Ryan had gone. She called for Odette as she walked and heard her small squeak as she padded up behind her.

Seth leaned against the van as Serephina changed, and after she left he again entered the van. "This signal is no longer secure. Godspeed" He said both to the driver and Nightfall. After he finished speaking, the driver turned the van around and left the premises.

The sound of their steps was loud on the concrete, as Ryan and Regus walked towards the first staircase. "It's stable. It hasn't collapsed yet, even when the movers carried the couch up it." He said when he noticed Regus eyeing them, and even was polite enough to climb the stairs first. He led the way through the dank building, though it grew warmer as they progressed further. Ryan glanced around the second floor, and was still disappointed. There was nothing on this floor, excluding the crumbling concrete that was found on the second and first floor exclusively. The first floor was pretty torn up, no full walls anywhere, and supports that were very weathered. The second floor's supports were less weathered, but it still had no full walls. The general layout before this weathering took place would be very hard to imagine, as it was very torn up.

Ryan approached the stairs to the third floor with a bit of caution, but climbed them all the same. He lifted the trap door till it swung itself open, it's wooden frame creaking loudly. He took a couple steps into the base and gestured to Regus once inside. "it's a pretty sweet setup, I'd say. What do you think?"

Regus tossed the bag to the ground and looked around. The first two floors had been as dismal as the outside of the building but the third one was alright. A little better than his apartment, though that wasn't saying much. Speaking of which Regus would have to cancel his rent at some point, he could wait a couple of days though. TV, couch, looked like some bedrooms in the back. It was pretty cool actually. "Yeah its nice." Regus tossed the bag of money to the ground and took a quick walk around the room. Nice. He sat on the couch and leaned back looking at Ryan, "So what now? We just chill until Boss man gives us something?"

Serephina hustled through the headquarters and bounded up the stairs gracefully after Regus and Ryan. Glancing behind her to make sure Odette had followed, she stood behind Regus and looked into the door. She eyed the couch longingly. She was in desperate need of a nap and she hoped she would be able to take one soon. If not, she would surely fall on her face. "You're lucky to have this kind of set up. I wish I could have something like this. Running around and sleeping under bridges all the time can be a pain in the ass after a while. You start to get sick of it." She snapped her fingers and made a high pitched kissing sound with her mouth to command Odette to jump into her amrs. She stood petting Odette and waited for someone's response.

"Yup. We wait for the boss man now." Ryan said while walking over to the fridge and pulling out a soft drink. Serephina entered again, and her words made him smile. "Trust me, I know the feeling. That was a silly thing for you to say though." He paused a bit to let his words sink in. "This is your guy's home too now, if you want to stay." Ryan smiled and held his arms out in a welcoming gesture.

"Don't say no just yet though. I know the idea of millions of dollars, and a home are quite a bad deal," He giggled a bit at his sarcasm, and sat down on the couch. "Now who wants to lose at Devil Survivor Nine?" The screen showed a character select screen, and resembled your average fighting game. The characters, however, were famous superheroes. Characters such as Alexandria, Legend, even Hero were present. Oddly

Regus grinned; who knew Ryan who such a cool guy. "Home sweet home then. Since you're volunteering for the loser position I guess I'll have to take you up on that." Regus said confidentially as he snatched a controller from the table and booted up the TV. Regus hadn't played since high school, but he'd played the Devil Survivor's games since he was ten before that, so he had a bit of experience. In fact eight was the most recent one he'd played before life happened, but he was confident that his skills would carry over.

TL;DR

Regus and Ryan walk into the building with the money and start playing video games. Serephina changes and follows them in. Seth leaves the premises after alerting Nightfall of the plan.

Death Note(s)

Sif's home, Roseburg Oregon

Sif's eyes latched onto his house as he rounded the busy street corner. The warm breeze was still blowing, and it rustled his clothes enough to make him seem unkempt. Ignoring the state of his clothes, the white haired boy strode on, his home growing ever closer. He reached the front door of the laundromat, and opened it quickly. A small bell sounded, and echoed. Seth strode through the building, and past the almost entirely vacant store. Business was less then good. A young girl who could've been Sif's sister (if she was also Korean) sat behind the counter, not bothering to glance up as he walked past, nor even greeting him. He was used to it though, and the idea that she could've been more polite didn't cross Sif's mind as climbed the stairs at the back of the building, and crossed the hallway towards his room.

As Sif sat down on his bed, he smiled a bit. The lack of general noise most likely signified that his father wasn't home for one reason or another. He would at least have some respite to do his homework during, which he quickly took advantage of. Sif took off his backpack, and shuffled through it, pulling out a decrepit Math textbook, before placing it on his bed. As he did, he noticed a black bound notebook hanging from his window sill, perched precariously. It caught and kept his eye trained on it, before a wind gust broke his spell.

His feet supported his thin frame as Sif walked over to the window sill, before he slowly raised the sash with his trembling hand. As soon as the window was raised far enough to allow his hand to slip underneath, he did so. Something about this book was entrancing, without even looking at all of it. Sif turned it over in his hand, scanning the covers. The book's title was written on the standard side, for Americans. That is to say it was meant to be read from left to right, which Sif had grown accustomed to. Death Note it read, the title written in an odd yet extravagant style. Slight imperfections seemed to imply it had been handwritten by someone. . . Or in this case something. Sif slowly opened the book to the first page, and devoured the information.

Death Note
How to use it
I
●The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
●This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
●If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
●If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
●After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

Is. . . Is this a ruse? Did someone make this as a joke? A prank, a prank to see how messed up I am? To think I'd ever use this. . . But what if. . . What if it works? Sif's breath caught in his throat at the thought. That was what he was thinking, but how could he possibly think that. He had no right to choose who lived or who died. Then again why did he have an obligation to restrain himself? If someone found out, if it worked, and worked well. . . What to do? He could save the world. He could change the world. He could even destroy the world. The power was in his hands, and was it not his responsibility to use that power? Did the world need saving? He couldn't get rid of it, but. . . Could he use it?

Sif could cause genocides, or miracles, and he tried to fathom which was more terrifying. He shuffled over to his bag, and placed the book into the front pocket of his backpack. Before he did anything rash, he wanted to think this through. Turning his attention away for the moment, he opened his textbook and began his homework, using the thick yet frail book as a surface to write on.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

295

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

Scourge
Bank Alley

Scourge barely registered Spencer's response, but he had heard her. Chroma replied to his question, and Scourge watched him attempt to catch up to the van in vain. He had obviously wanted this victory pretty badly, and that was justified. This didn't happen in Chicago. Villains didn't get away, the bad guys never won at all, even a little bit. Even with their Protectorate constantly at other cities, Wards like Scourge, Chroma, Scarlet, even Chimera led to flawless victories, but now. Even The Alchemist was a big "Fuck you" to anyone even attempting anything. Her very name was a crime deterrent, though these days she was doing only high level shit.

The bad guys had gotten away, and were probably not very worse for wear. Drho, as the unconscious bank teller would later report the name of to PRT officials, had robbed two banks in less then a week. Blackout had narrowly escaped capture a number of times, but now he had a team. Then there were the new villains, the stranger and master. They were both pretty new it seemed, and didn't fit the MO's of mercenaries currently active and known about in the United States. Despite this, they wouldn't be given names until it was proven they weren't known villains. Security footage had definitely captured the stranger's face, if Chroma's Tinkerfab hadn't. If she had true invisibility, though. . . God help us all.

Then there was Greed. He was an absolute monster, not being bound by the Manton Effect and all. He was a well known mercenary that had been working around the country for years. His power seemed to be short range teleportation at first glance, but at forty he was well known enough that they knew more about his power then that. His work against Endbringers had netted the PRT the information that he could only teleport so much. The farther he teleported, the larger toll it would take on his body, and enough consecutive teleportation would render him unconscious. Greed didn't seem to be bound by the Manton Effect either, though teleporting his hand into somebody else's leg wasn't a good idea. Upon teleporting again, he would be devoid of the part of his body that he had teleported into the other person, or sometimes he would just teleport the person with him. Regardless he lost what he teleported inside of others.

Finally the precog. Though he may or may not exist, his hypothetical existence would explain a lot in the way of Blackout's victories. Though a report of a precog that may or may not be present would probably just be seen as an excuse from the Ward's superiors. The question still remained though: How had all of the Protecterates been busy when the situation had started up till now?

"Chimera, I can help you secure the perimeter, and interview everybody that needs to be." Scourge said, glancing down the street in the direction Chroma had come from. He could see the signature PRT vehicles pulling up, and even thought he saw Chimera climb out of a car as she arrived.

Scourge sighed a bit as he glanced back at Spencer, his face a stern mask. His emotions were a conflicted mess right now, none stronger then the other in any particular sense. He was disappointing, apprehensive, annoyed, and tired. "Are you a parahuman?" Scourge asked, getting straight to the point as the flames peeled away from his head and shoulders. His hair was completely devoid of fire, as was the rest of the area above his shoulders, though his torso and legs were still engulfed with heavy flames.

His glasses showed the time as 4:26 PM now, and he knew he had to get home sooner rather then later to keep his mom from getting worried. He didn't let his impatience show though, as he knew he had to be nice to her.

Blackout and Seth
In a Fleeing Van

"My angle?" Seth had to pause a bit at that, not expecting Nightfall to ask such a personal question. It was really pointless too, as knowing wouldn't make the situation they were in any better. Then again, pleasantries came before business. He paused for a bit too long, and the driver grumbled a bit on the alternate channel. Nightfall asked a second question right as the driver was ending what he was saying, and Seth smiled a bit at the convenience. He had naturally started the conversation at a moment where everyone would be talking out of unison. It wasn't just a third sense; It was an extension of his will most of the time.

"If you want to know why you should join, you have no reason to ask me. I can see the future, but I could just lie to you every step of the way. You have no reason to trust me. The boss on the other hand, you can talk to him and find out why you should join. You're obviously at least a bit interested, or you wouldn't have helped to begin with." Seth replied, ignoring Nightfall's first question. He changed outgoing channels again and said to the driver this time, "Right followed by a left on intersection after next. We'll be in the clear, and drop off the recruits. After that we're heading to HQ."

As Seth spoke Ryan looked about the van again, and let out a small sigh. He had been half listening to Seth's words, and half not. Ryan enjoyed the feeling of knowing everyone's name though, so he had to smile a bit at that. He would finally be a part of a team, and he would have people to play games against. With a small voice that grew a bit louder as he spoke, he asked, "Does anyone have a jacket, or. . . Something warm I can put on?" The words left his mouth just as a small clink sounded on the roof. The noise was joined by many duplicates as heavy raindrops started hitting the roof, the sound filling their ears.

Death Note(s)

Roseburg Conservatory High School, Roseburg Oregon

Sif did a pretty good job ignoring the girl's pointed tone, though it wasn't on purpose, and left the school building. He adjusted his cuffs as he walked out the front door, glancing at the sky apprehensively, again. Sif was definitely paranoid about the weather, and it was easy to spot. If those clouds burst he'd have to run home, but if he ran now with the oppressive heat he was currently being subjected to he would surely stain the suit with sweat. He dragged his eyes away from the sky and scanned the people around him, quickly making mental assessments and categorizing them. The categories were simple, mostly checking their expressions when they looked at him. If their distaste of him was obvious he dropped the gaze, and avoided their eyes from then on.

Sif didn't take the glances he got personally, he just took them as a fact of life. People were hesitant about oriental heritage, as the many wars the US had had against Asian countries made clear. He didn't get offended, though he did resent how people disliked him for something that was out of his control. His eyes were again drawn to the impending clouds as he mindlessly walked along the bustling street towards home. A soft gold shade lanced through the clouds at breaks between them, but where there were no breaks was a brooding darkness. Silver lined a lot of the clouds, and he smiled at his earlier misgivings of the clouds. They didn't form a big enough expanse to cause a downpour as far as he could tell.

A warm breeze brushed past Sif, stirring his coat a bit. He smiled a bit at the weather and strode down the block a bit happier now. He wouldn't have to worry about ruining the suit with the rain. He grew more apprehensive as he got closer to his home, knowing he might be chastised for no reason other then his father being drunk and wanting an excuse to be mad at him. It was how things went, when there was nobody to comfort a grieving parent except liquor.

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

Blackout
Still In a Fleeing Van

Seth distracted everyone a little bit when he started giving commands to the driver through the com system, and Blackout was thankful for the distraction. He pulled his Kevlar vest out from under his shirt and slipped that on for a bit of decency. Just a bit though, he still had no pants. Regus said his name suddenly, and Blackout nodded his affirmation before realizing the gesture was useless. No one was looking at him, as he had requested and he smiled gratefully.

"My name's Ryan." He said suddenly, before standing up and resting his hand on the side of the van for balance.

"Nightfall, come in. We are headed towards 7545 S Claremont Ave. This connection will only be secure for the next ten minutes, so if you have any questions ask them now." Seth said, before switching the outgoing frequency of his earpiece. "Take next left, and take right out of alley." He told the driver, before switching the com channel again.

"I guess we're going to my place, so that's the good news. . . I think." Ryan said, glancing around the van. He had pretty much forgotten the state of his clothes (or lack thereof) at this point. He was admittedly very fit, his arms and legs very defined. Though they didn't know it yet, The Boss had been training Ryan for well over two months. He had a strict training regimen, and was probably the most fit of the five present, excluding Greed.

As they took a turn hard Seth nodded at Greed, and the gruff man disappeared. Though no one in the van knew, he had teleported into his home to spend time with his family. He hadn't touched the bag of money though, so he didn't seem too suspicious. They were also unaware that Seth's instructions were keeping them from being captured, though they would probably make the connection if they thought about it for long enough. The dollar bills that were laying on the floor of the van began to turn back to their normal green shade, much to everyone's relief.

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