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The speech from Legend made everything feel less real. He didn't look around too much at the others, just watched the Triumvirate with a worried expression. When they pointed out the search and rescue section Hermes breathed, and walked over to Inkscape. As he looked around, a roar was heard, followed by a thunder clap. Christ, what an introduction. He closed his fists to stop the shaking, and silently stood by for instruction.

Out of the calming nothingness came a world of sound, and a sharp sting. It wasn't a bleeding wound, but his power had still taken a toll on him. That wasn't as important as the sirens though, the piercing screech of which immediately elevated itself to the highest priority in Hermes's mind. Teleporting to a clear spot on the sidewalk, he got his communicator out of his pocket and activated it. "There's an Endbringer, Decoy?" He asked, hand shaking. Coughing, he sat down, still uncostumed, and waited for his world to stop spinning-and ending.
The Visage

A roar was sounding in Nora's ears, footsteps close behind in priority. This wasn't her, it didn't feel like it. She could look back at them, then disappear, but she wanted more. Is this what Mire felt? Bloodlust? No, she wasn't anything like Mire, Mire was a jackhammer. A constantly spinning jackhammer. Turning her head, she saw three people. When she was completely turned around two more had come into view off to her right. Five nodes readily appeared. Visage had been planning around them having countermeasures to her power, but it was easier without. She changed how she looked with no dissonance, anchoring her physical appearance to the ground as she slowly and carefully walked around them. It was difficult as the group had kept walking forward, forcing her to retreat to stay away. There was no doubt in Visage's mind that these were community members. The fear was a small amount of doubt, a nettle, an annoying itch in the back of her head. A beautiful idea bloomed from that nettle though, and a vicious smile formed on her lips. She stood still now, letting one of the goons get within five feet of her before changing her detached appearance. The man stopped in his tracks, brown eyes wide. It wasn't fear though, it was-It almost seemed to be respect. Visage finished unzipping the small pouch on her hip, withdrawing a small but sturdy knife. Slowly she walked closer, before giving her image another command. She didn't have a doubt about their affiliation now.

Patriarch. standing before them, mouthed the word 'die.'

The knife didn't slide easily through his throat, catching almost immediately. It had already gone deep enough to be lethal, she assumed, as he struggled with hand raised to his throat. The four others turned quickly, but all they saw was a knife wound and their friend dying. New blood fell from his fingers as she yanked the knife away. They looked back to Patriarch, and found that he wasn't breathing or moving, the only movement was him miming that word. Over and over again.

Visage fled now, bile already in her throat, as the sirens started blaring.

Every time I take off the mask, it's like I'm not a person any longer. I gue-I guess that's my fault, because after, that's how i decided to define myself. When you define yourself by other people, and then they leave your life, you either fall apart or build yourself to be something new.

James thought through the one sided conversation in his head while sliding the picture back into his wallet.

You were the one who told me to talk to you even after you passed. It was such shitty advice, you were a really bad listener in life. It's not realistic to talk to you without interruption.

An icy claw was wrapped around James's chest. His breathing hurt right now. There were very few reasons that he would be called back. It wasn't pretty, from what he'd seen on the news.

The cab pulled to a stop, still outside city limits, but barely. The driver probably knew as well as he did that there was no entering the city.

James breathed.

A familiar voice played on the radio as he handed over the cash, waving away the change before the cab driver could get it out. He opened the door, a soft breeze at his back. The voice on the radio was louder now, the cab driver having turned it up. A couple words snapped him out of his stupor. ”-This hell raiser has made a name for himself among my people for slaughtering them wholesale!”

Patriarch was on the radio. Fuckety, fuck fuck. It didn't matter what he was saying, honestly. The name he had said, Judah Raines, did sound familiar.. Not to this life, but to the past one. He glanced down at his lack of costume, and decided there wasn't enough juice in the tank. He was without injury right now, so he could probably travel. . . He could travel a lot, but there was more than a lot of work to do.

He focused on the overhang of the PRT building, with his power giving him no warning bells about the location. It was sure to be unpopulated at least. James pushed harder, then swam in nothingness for the next five minutes.
A Visage

Pavement sounded rhythmically under Visage's feet, the gentle gait barely heard over the sounds of a city just waking up. A soft humming emitted from her pocket, the vibration carrying up her leg. Taking out her phone, she saw the number, and declined the call. Smiling slightly under her mask, she took the time to unspool her headphones and slip them into her ears, tucking her hair in front the cord. It was still visible, the black cord peeking out near her mid region, and ending in the pocket she slid her upside down flip phone into. The music had already started, high pitched slightly electronic humming mixed with an acoustic guitar sung in Visage's ears. "The moth don't care when he sees the flame" she mouthed along, watching each person she passed carefully.

The second they made eye contact, her power brought an uninteresting form to their mind. A dark haired Asian girl, who was reading as she walked, tentatively glancing up occasionally. Their suspicioun abated, and their dissonance at zero, they would look away uninterested. That, and Visage would gain another node. More to sort through, but worth keeping the neighborhood off alert until she got to her location. "And nothing fuels a good flirtation

Like meat, and anger, and desperation."
She sung, her beautiful blue eyes watching as she came within a block of their newer HQ.
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6745 W Colfax. The address seemed very familar, but the specifics escaped James. Shrugging, he moved to the fridge. He passed the time as best as he could, grabbing a beer and watching a local news channel. Giving it about twenty minutes, he decided it was time to go. James crouched down. Preparing himself mentally, he focused on a gas station he had used a couple of times before. The image of the Diamond Shamrock's roof appeared clearly in his head, and he pushed against his power. The mental barrier was easy to overcome, and he was thrust into a world of nothing. Easy as two steps to the left, his shoes scraped against the roof of the gas station. Moving to the edge, he glanced around before teleporting to the ground, and beginning the short walk.

The Casa Bonita's tower was prevalent, and after a bit of considering James came to the conclusion that that was the reason the address stood out in his head. Curious. It was about a block's walk away, so he didn't even work up a sweat. Still, walking that far was unusual for him, his power had deprived him of that exercise in all honesty. Moving through the front entrance, payed the fee without thinking (despite some of the ill-gotten gains he lost during the plea deal he was still loaded), and got some Mexican food. It was quite the change of pace honestly, in a good way though. Once he was in the dining area, he glanced around. Despite the decor which bordered on gaudy in his opinion, no flashy superhero was visible. Sitting down alone at a two person table, he began eating. Furnace or no, the food was good.
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