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Astroblaze

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Reed Overton/Agent Fury | Icarus Valaith/Shielder/Plant Overlord | Felix Valaith
April 3, 2018 | noon | NYC—Central Park

  collab with slifer slifer , Nathaniel (NPC), Nicholas Harris ( LuckycoolHawk9 LuckycoolHawk9 )
Spectre ( Astroblaze Astroblaze )

While looking around as he talked with Spectre, Agent Fury had noticed Icarus nearby in his own costume, seemingly also keeping a watchful eye on Felix. The mercenary had seen him in costume before, but he still found his breath stuttering a bit at how well his muscles filled out the formfitting bodysuit. 'Damnit Reed, snap out of it. Focus.'

Mouth widening in a grin, he approached the antihero. "Well well well, fancy seeing you here. You forgot you hired me, didn't you?"

Icarus shrugged, somewhat embarrassed at his mama bear instincts. "I may have overreacted, but there is one benefit out of this." He showed Reed three syringes filled with fluid he had just swiped from the selection. "Two are going to Felix, and I told him to use it as a weapon. Of course he can't use it on himself as that would he stupid. The people who made this are shady as hell and this screams of a trap." In that moment, he took a second to appreciate how Fury looked before focusing on the task at hand. "I did hire you. So, you want a teamup? I can already sense where the flowers are. It's kind of my specialty." Next to him, Felix was holding one of the flowers, specifically so Icarus could use it to find the others. "How many flowers do we need to win this again? I got distracted."

The mercenary's eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise at the sight of the flower. Well that was easy. "Only one. Guess we're already halfway. And yeah, team-up's fine. Just so you know, though—" he jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward Spectre, lips quirking in a smirk— "I already struck a deal with Ghost Boy over there that I'll sell the documents to him when I find them. Guy seems pretty desperate to retrieve them—sounds like a bunch of saving-the-world shit what he was describing. You know how heroes like him are all over that." He quirked a curious eyebrow at Icarus' comment about the enhancers. "Two? Then what's the third for?"

"Yeah, I know. I don't really care about the files. I have a feeling my employer does, but I think I like helping you out more. I know my employer. She's probably connected to Spectre. A ton of the heroes are connected." Huh. He guessed Reed was right in lumping them together as he did hero for profit like Reed did. "Oh, and I got one for myself. Not like I'd ever use it because it's too good to be true. I have to focus on my own stuff and new powers could ruin everything. Besides, the people over there are shady. Either way, it's time to find some flowers." Not that he secretly was happy that Reed agreed to the team-up, which probably didn't mean anything to the other man. "Though buy me dinner if we get the documents first. Protect my ass and be the lookout. I need to concentrate." Closing his eyes, he breathed in and out, focusing on the flower that Felix had swiped from one of the scientists for reference. He scanned the area, letting his powers reach out towards other flowers. "There's one that way." Icarus said, opening his eyes and pointing towards what he felt was the nearest flower that he was sure was not in sight.

"Hey, if you saw that one dude suddenly become the size of a fuckin' building, you know those things are legit." Fury shrugged. "I couldn't care less how shady they are, whatever shit they're pulling with this is just one more thing for me to power through no problem." He immediately took up the other man's remark about dinner, the corner of his mouth lifting in a suggestive grin. "Gladly."

"Okay, why the hell are we looking for more flowers?" He demanded impatiently, unsure why his companion was wasting his time as he gestured to the stage. "Let's get the clues and go. We have one already, we don't need all fuckin' twelve. In the meantime..." Leaving Icarus to take care of the rose business, he sauntered to the fountain, civilians hastily scattering as he approached, and snatched a couple of enhancers for himself.

"Hey!"

As he carefully stored the dangerously sharp needles in a pocket, he stopped at a shout from behind him, turning slightly toward it with one eyebrow quirked. A young man stood a few feet away amid a partially formed half-ring of curious and worried civilians, dark brow low over brilliantly glowing eyes the white of an ember's core and one corner of his tightly sealed lips drawn up in a hatefully determined glower as he stood with stance akimbo and every muscle tense with pent-up energy, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. As the mercenary watched, the young challenger drew his fists across his chest and snapped them out to shoulder height, fists bursting into flame to halfway up his forearms with the outward action.

Fury chuckled, eyes flickering shut for a moment in a mockingly dismissive expression. "Oh, I see how it is." He turned to fully face the man, who exhaled a pugnaciously forceful breath. His lip curled into a sneer turned horrific by the accent of his facepaint. "You think you've got a chance now that you can play with matches. Well, hate to break it to you, wannabe—" he casually approached the aggressor, thumbs hooked in the corners of his pants' pockets— "but I've met stray cats scarier than you. You ain't got a fuckin' chance." He paused, considering his words. "Actually, you know what, I don't hate it. I really don't."

Icarus couldn't even believe his ears. "Dude, you don't know what kind of shit this does to your body. There's a reason we have the FDA. Well, if you want to, then I won't try and stop you." Icarus watched as Fury left, feeling annoyed that the man wasn't listening to him. In that moment he was distracted, watching Reed walk away with annoyance. The man lived just to mess with him. He was an idiot most of the time. They didn't have time to waste on bullshit. Reed's ego was too large as it was. They had a job to do. With that, he brought up his shield around the fire man, concentrating on it enough so that it sealed around the man's body, ending on the ground. After about twenty seconds, the man would start to gasp for breath as the air fueling his power was snuffed out. He would hold it until the man looked close to passing out, then release the man and smack him with a shield.

Fury frowned at the sudden materialization of a familiar translucent barrier around his attacker and turned back toward Icarus, annoyance clear on his face.

"Hey, Overlord, leave him alone. He challenged me, not you."

Meanwhile, the young man had let the inferno encircling his hands die out, casting a wary look about the field encompassing him as he felt his chest begin to grow tight. Lifting a hand, he pressed into the shield, gritting his teeth as it refused to give way and slamming his palm more forcefully against it as though to break it.

Icarus put his hands up in surrender. "Fine. He's all yours. See what it gets me, giving a shit about someone else. All I do is get yelled at. Besides, you're a magnet for trouble," Icarus said looking clearly annoyed, letting the shield go so the two idiots could fight. "Wish I had popcorn for this fight. Don't take too long, otherwise I'm going to keep the documents for myself." It was an empty threat on his part as if he was going to betray Reed, he would have done so already. Hopefully his loyalty actually meant something to the man. Either way, he was going to be on standby so the whole park didn't get set on fire. "Be careful!" Icarus called out, keeping watch so no one interrupted the fight.

Fury smirked, well aware that Icarus wasn't serious in his threat. "Don't worry, I'll be along shortly."

Closing the slight distance between himself and his challenger drew attention to the marked height difference between them, but the newly made pyrokinetic seemed little bothered by how the mercenary towered over him, even motivated by it.

Agent Fury bared his fangs in a grin. "Well, you get your wish."

The young man didn't respond, instead pulling his arms into a defensive position and taking a swing at his jaw with a fist again wreathed in scarlet flame and impressive speed but blatantly clumsy form. Easily twisting out of the intended blow's path, the mercenary snapped out a hand already lifted in preparation and seized the man's arm just above where the flame faded out, yanking the startled man forward as he drove his forward knee up into the pyro's gut. The young meta doubled over with a choked cry and Fury swept his feet out from under him, throwing him to the ground with a hand planted between his shoulderblades and a thud that made the horrified onlookers visibly cringe in sympathy. The mercenary dropped to one knee following him down, pressing his forearm into his neck and knee into the small of his back to keep him on the ground, ignoring how the sputtering flame scorched the grass under the pyro's hands. Fury wasn't even breathing hard.

"Pathetic," he growled, lip curling in disdain. "With as much pluck as you were showing, I hoped you'd put up at least a remotely decent fight."

With that, he shoved the young man down and stood, stepping over his prone form to rejoin Icarus. Shuddering in pain, the young man unsteadily lifted his torso, rolling onto his hip to support his weight on one elbow as he wiped blood from his lip with the other hand, glaring at Fury's retreating back.

"Wasted my time," Fury grumbled to Icarus when he reached the other man. "Let's go."

"Why do people hate you so much? Is it the paint or just your face?" Icarus had to ask as Reed came back towards him. A person who could handle themselves so easily was pretty sexy to him. Maybe he would pay Reed to give him some extra lessons in the future, though that needed to be saved for later. Right now, he had to focus. "You did pretty good. Though you really have to stop making enemies every five minutes just by existing," Icarus added, teasing the man a little bit but mixing it with some seriousness. This fight was a testament to how arrogant Agent Fury was that he had even basically toyed with the fire meta while the meta had his eyes focused on Reed. With a roll of his eyes, Icarus pulled Felix closer to them. "Whatever. Though I did plan on going to get ice-cream later once we're done here. I'm proud of Felix for helping out." He ruffled the teen's hair, leaving a small but extremely happy smile on Felix's face at the praise.

Fury grinned aggressively at Icarus' query. "Nah, the paint is part of keeping the image distinct and memorable. People hate me because I'm notorious for wrecking people's shit for the hell of it." He snorted derisively at the following suggestion. "Why would I want to do that? More enemies means more chances for a fight." Returning to the task at hand, he gestured to where the apparent event orchestrator stood near the fountain. "Shall we?"

He would begin to follow Icarus toward the fountain but abruptly stop as, no longer occupied with an upstart pyrokinetic, he suddenly processed a crucial factor of Icarus' exasperated commentary: the man had just told him that he cared about him. Fucking score. The mercenary resisted the urge to pump a fist in triumph, but his smile had widened when he stepped forward again. "Oh, by the way," he called to Icarus, "that ice-cream stop—were you thinking that would be before or after I buy you dinner?"

Now, as Icarus was in his mask, it was somewhat hard to tell what his face was doing, so the only way Reed could tell that Icarus was blushing was because his ears turned red. His half-joking statement had suddenly turned to a more intimate request from Reed! It was one thing to hear it on the phone, it was another thing entirely to see the man act excited to have dinner with him. He... Shit, the man had most certainly been flirting with him the whole goddamned time. So he decided to flirt back to test the theory even as Felix rolled his eyes next to him. "I mean, it was going to be just the two of us, but you can come too—if you're not bored with the Central Park Zoo. It's not that far away. Once we get the documents of course. I'm feeling evil today. Let's make Spectre sweat a little before selling him the documents. Of course, we could copy them on our phones." Now Icarus wasn't an idiot: he would want the pages not just on some pieces of paper.

Ohohoh, that got an unmistakably positive reaction. Fury's grin widened with a low, ominous chuckle. Making a Lawful Good acutely uncomfortable before getting a fuck ton of money from him, followed by dinner with the attractive antihero? Sounded like his perfect evening.

"You're going to lose your fucking job—I hope you understand that," he chuckled. Continuing to the task at hand, he added, "I don't care about the documents themselves—it's just old case files, easily gotten ahold of. I just love screwing with people like him." Of course, they had to go get those hints before they could continue their pursuit of the documents. He'd already given Spectre too much of a headstart.

Catching up with Icarus, he jerked his head toward the fountain. "Shall we?"

Dammit. The almost perfect day would be ruined by the fact that he actually couldn't be seen with Reed in costume, otherwise he would lose his job. He was an antihero, a Chaotic Good compared to the Lawful Good types that somehow believed he was as decent as they were. It might not be good to be seen with a Chaotic Neutral type of hero. That was when he came up with an idea that could help that.

"I think... my boss wouldn't mind me being with you... if I pretended to fight you for the documents. You'll get away with the documents, sell them to Spectre, then I'll meet you at the restaurant. Of course, if you want, we could also combine business and pleasure with you bringing the documents for me to sign. I don't think you can lose in that situation. If not, then I can find out if my boss works with Spectre. Now, I would suggest that you pretend to look angry as I insult you and leave. Though... leave the chuckling ominously for something evil, not for... whatever you're laughing at. You are wearing paint that strikes fear into the hearts of mortals, or in my case worry." Hopefully, Reed actually accepted the plan as he always liked sparring with him as he was a challenge to fight. He also happened to be flirting a little, but he was a bit rusty since his love life halted when Felix permanently went under his care.

"Congrats, you got the first rose somehow, that means you get to go to the zoo first to rescue what I donated there. Bring the animal back... alive preferably, though its corpse would do just fine if you can't, and I'll give you the two files. The clues are there by the entrance. Good luck and try not to die."

Fury's mouth curled into a dangerous grin at Icarus' comment about his facepaint. "Good. It's doing its job, then." Considering the antihero's plan, he nodded. "I can work with that. You have my number—we can make plans later." He did lift a skeptical eyebrow at the remark about his earlier laugh, however. "The ominous chuckle was because I get to give a goodie two-shoes a hard time. I think that qualifies. Oh, speaking of said goodie two-shoes," he added, "be careful: he recognized your kid brother from somewhere."

With that, he lifted his volume just a touch, tone turning mocking as he slipped into the antagonistic role Icarus had recommended. "Oh really?" he queried as though rebutting a claim Icarus made. "Good luck getting to it first. I'll see you at the zoo—" he bared his false fangs in a menacing sneer— "plant boy."

As he started to back away, his eyes fell on the teen standing beside Icarus, abruptly reminding him why he was even in the park to begin with. He turned his attention to the boy, jerking his head in the direction he was headed. "Come on, kid—I might be engaging in this contest after all, but I still have a contract to fulfill with you."

Once he was certain the teen would follow, he turned on a heel and walked off with a brisk, purposeful stride toward the zoo.

As Fury walked away, Icarus let a sneer curl on his lips. Of course it was a fake one. His sneers hadn't been real in a while. Fury had given him some information that he needed to consider. For one, Spectre would have to be watched. If Spectre used Felix to find out his real identity, then they would have problems. Spectre wouldn't do that if he didn't want to make an enemy out of him, especially one that was like him: an outer shell of good and a nasty inside.

Besides, Agent Fury's insults started to suck as well. The man had seemed way too happy that this was all happening, but then again, he felt warm all over now that he had actual, real plans. At least it looked like Reed had taken the plant from Felix. Though it was harder to refer to Agent Fury by his fake name. He would most certainly have to work on that. For now, he would let Fury get a head start and then go after him once he had the documents.
 
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Astroblaze

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Martin
Martin Fisher
April 3, 2018 | noon | Manhattan, NYC—Lower Manhattan Hospital

  Officer Jones (NPC), Valerie ( Astroblaze Astroblaze )
John/Spectre ( Astroblaze Astroblaze ), Vanessa/Emerald Dream ( Gands Gands ), Amiee/Firefly ( Michale CS Michale CS ), Ana ( Huntress Huntress )

Footsteps echoed confidently and authoritatively down the hall as Martin strode toward his latest assignment. Pausing at the door to the room, he took a moment to review the patient's files. Kenneth Jones, male, 43 years of age—a local police officer who had been brought to hospital unconscious with moderate bruises and lacerations as though he had fallen. Setting aside the folder, he pushed open the door to find the man awake and notably more alert than he had been a little while ago.

The Irishman offered the injured officer a warm smile. "Good afternoon, Mr. Jones. How are you feeling?"

The older man grimaced. "Bruised but better than I was. Should've known that kid was lying..." he grumbled, seemingly to himself.

Martin quirked a curious eyebrow at the officer as he approached the man's bedside. "Pardon?"

"Yessir, the shapeshifter that young lady warned me about. Though how she knew he was involved in last night's incident is beyond me..."

Martin frowned, recalling what John had told him about the previous night's incident. "Shapeshifter? Last night's incident? Forgive me for prying, sir, but I believe that young lady you met may be a friend of mine. Did you catch her name?"

"'Fraid not," Mr. Jones admitted, "but she was black and seemed military in dress and behavior."

"That certainly sounds like Valerie," the young man murmured thoughtfully to himself.

The officer hummed his acknowledgement. "I suppose you might want to know, then, that your friend was in a bit of an accident."

Martin's attention returned to the older man in an instant, worry flashing in his steel gray eyes. "Oh dear. Is she okay?"

"Not to worry, son: your friend is quite alright," the older man assured him, answering the concern clear on the young nurse's face with a gentle smile. "She did get a bit banged up, but her friend protected her from the worst of the collision."

Oh, she must have been with John, then. He nodded his understanding, returning the man's smile. "Thank you for telling me."

"Glad to help."

Noting that the officer seemed tired, Martin glanced almost involuntarily to a nearby clock, then returned his gaze to the officer with a gentle smile. "I'll let you rest. I'll be back in a little while to change your bandages, alright?"

"Alright then. Thank you, son."

As Martin stepped out into the hall, allowing the door to swing shut behind him with a soft click, he noticed a distinctive hum emanating from his pocket. He retrieved his phone from the pocket but the call had already timed out, his intricately patterned lock-screen displaying a familiar face and name. Immediately he set off down the hall, unlocking his phone to return the call but pausing skeptically at the ad that popped up. Upon scanning the contents, he deemed that he could deal with it later and pulled up her contact instead.

Valerie picked up within the first dial tone, just as he stepped into a secluded corner. "Val, I'm in the middle of a shift. Is it urgent?"

"Martin, hi." The young nurse could hear his friend's relief for his answer in her tone. "Not immediately, but I thought I'd give you a heads-up. There's a superpowered scavenger hunt of sorts going on at Central Park and Spectre's getting bad vibes."

That rang a bell. "Yeah, I got the ad."

"There are a bundle of heroes involved, including Spectre and a couple others we know, and some kind of addictive drug has been introduced as well. I'm worried things are going to get ugly. Can you be available?"

Martin couldn't help a wry chuckle at the all-too-familiar request. "You know, times like these I wonder if I should've pursued a track as a paramedic instead. Yes, I'll be available. I doubt I'll be able to come to you, though."

"That's alright. Just as long as we're able to work things out so identities can stay safe."

"That should be reasonable," he affirmed. "I've taken care of that before."

"Right. Best case scenario it won't be necessary, but just in case."

"Of course. Also," Martin continued, voice taking on a concerned tone, "how are you? I heard you got into a pretty bad accident."

"Oh, yeah. A little banged up, but I'm alright. I was with a new metahuman ally and I'm pretty sure she saved my life."

Oh, so he had been wrong in assuming that John was with her.

"So I heard. Well, be careful, okay? I have to get back to work, but I'll see you this evening." The nurse paused. "Hopefully not sooner than that."

"Right. See you."

Ending the call, Martin slipped his phone back into his pocket as he left the quiet corner to return to work.
 

Astroblaze

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John
Samuel
Felicity
John Reidenbach/Spectre | Samuel Alerio | Felicity Alerio
April 3, 2018 | noonish | NYC—Central Park

  Agent Fury (mine), crowd at large
Icarus/Shielder ( slifer slifer ), Felix ( slifer slifer ), Nicholas Harris ( LuckycoolHawk9 LuckycoolHawk9 ), Draku ( Draku69 Draku69 )


Monitoring the surrounding crowds and particularly the known dangers as he spoke with the Alerios, Spectre's eyes narrowed as Agent Fury approached a costumed metahuman recognizable as Shielder. Although he could barely pick up snippets of their conversation given the distance and park noise, their stances made the hostile nature of their interaction clear enough to the ghost mutant. He grimaced. While the hero-for-hire had never seemed totally legitimate to the vigilante, he was nevertheless a known good guy and Spectre had to sympathize with him for the attitude the substantially more heartless and cruel mercenary would predictably be giving him. The hero's friendly interactions with Fury's apparent charge did seem odd, however. Maybe he didn't know, although honestly it wouldn't surprise Spectre if Shielder just didn't care. The teen was an innocent third party, after all.

As he slipped the serums into an empty pocket of his utility belt, Spectre turned at a shout and immediately started forward to place himself between Agent Fury and his ill-advised young challenger, but he was too late: the fight was already over. He kept a watchful eye on the pyrokinetic as his friends helped him up from where Fury had so unceremoniously dropped him to ensure that the young man would recover before returning his attention to the mercenary in question, only for his suspicions to rise once more as he watched Fury follow Shielder to the fountain where he met with the one Mr. Harris. The mercenary had no shame, clearly taking advantage of Shielder's headstart.

As the man finally left Shielder alone, parting ways with the hero with his charge in tow, Spectre moved to intercept, a swift half-glide placing him directly in the mercenary's path. Fury responded to his skeptical glare and folded arms with a mocking grin and a brief salute.

"You snooze, you lose, ghost boy," he taunted the vigilante. "I'll see you after the event—you know where to find me." With that, he brushed past Spectre, the slight bump into his shoulder clearly intentional, and sauntered off.

The white-haired mutant's mouth tightened. Fury might be arrogant, but with how quickly and suddenly he gained an advantage in the contest while Spectre was caught up in personal matters, he was proving a serious issue, and that point there wasn't much the vigilante could do about it. He started to turn back to rejoin the Alerios and Silent Thunder, but then he stopped. He was within feet of the table that held all of the enhancers with little attention on himself besides the occasional awestruck citizen excited to be in such close proximity to a relatively well-known hero. Brilliant green eyes narrowed as their glow increased to match that wreathing his lifted left hand, flicking from the hand hidden by his chest over his shoulder to the table behind him. Clearing this situation without a fight would likely be impossible once he did this, but he wouldn't get a better opportunity. He had to act now before more people were hurt.

In a lightning-quick burst of movement, the hero stepped one foot back and whipped his hand around behind him, and a wave of flame roared through the air in a blinding streak to crash into the forward table legs, knocking them out from under the surface and sending the table and everything on it toppling into a brilliant green inferno. This was no ordinary fire: it was ghost fire, fueled by the copper-rich ectoplasm that now coated the table and its contents in haphazard, crackling streaks. Spectre couldn't help a slight, satisfied smile at the destruction of the dangerous experiment. Good luck rescuing anything from that mass of toxic energy.

Drawing himself up, he swept a hand toward the startled crowd. "No one gets near those serums!" he commanded. "I've just received word that they are addictive and highly dangerous."

While his eyes were fierce, posture tensed and hand twitching slightly at his side, inwardly the young man was completely calm—alert, calculating, and fully prepared to snap into action at the first sign of danger.

Mere feet away, Samuel stiffened at the sudden explosion of sound and the authoritative shout of his friend. Eyes darting about nervously, he lifted a hand to his sister. "Felicity, come on, we need to go." No matter what assurances Spectre had given him or how desperately the hero needed their help, Samuel absolutely did not want to get caught in the middle of a firefight. Already a nauseating feeling swelled in the pit of his stomach as he forced himself not to get caught up in the recollection of the last one that he had been dragged into.

Felicity's eyes also roved the grounds, a bit nervous about the direction that things were progressing but mostly curious, even with a touch of excitement. Spectre was formidable, she knew that much, but she had never actually gotten to see what he could do. Perhaps as well she could vicariously experience the abilities that he possessed if she could watch him in action.

As she considered this, however, her eyes were drawn to a flash of color peeking from a bush a little ways away from where they stood. She perked up. On the other hand, he did still need their help, and she was willing and able to assist.

"I think I see a rose!" she exclaimed to Samuel, breaking into a sprint toward it.

"Felicity, wait!" Samuel protested urgently, bolting after her in a desperate fear of being separated.
 

Gands

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Victoria Murphy

Victoria sat in the Limo watching the feeds from the half dozen drones she had in the air. Nearby, she could see the animated tree watching her in the limo, so she felt safe enough. On the feeds, things were starting to get interesting. Her erstwhile protector Icarus had connected with his people, who interestingly enough included a notorious Anti hero, Agent Fury. There was talk about helping him instead of helping her, and dinner afterwords. Lovely. She sent a text to her half sister Vanessa, aka Emerald Dream, on her way to the park, or was in the process of doing so when Specter seemed to challenge an entire area full of potential Meta Humans to destroy the collection of super serums on the table.

(( text )) "Specter might be biting off more than he can chew, he seems to be challenging a large gathering of people near the table where the Serums were being handed out. "

Second text to Icarus

" Substantial bonus to yourself and Fury if you recover the files in question. But, Fury is not my employee, but yours { I assume }, so any legal issues regarding how he conducts himself will be your responsibility, not mine. If you and he are going solo on this, let me know so I can act appropriately. ( Victoria )"

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Gands

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Vanessa O'Toole aka Emerald Dream

Vanessa was moving quickly, leaping, running. She started from the roof of the Museum, heading to the park. Once in the park she received a text from her sister Victoria.

(( text )) "Specter might be biting off more than he can chew, he seems to be challenging a large gathering of people near the table where the Serums were being handed out. "
She stopped for just a moment, forwarding the text to Firefly.

( firefly text ) " I am heading to Specter, meet me there, location being sent."

And then she sent the location to Firefly.

She found herself moving up to the gathering from behind, making very little noise and being ready to help Specter pacify this potentially dangerous crowd.




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April 3rd - 2018 – Central Park, NYC

Her torn shirt billowed in the air as she flew against the wind, choosing to stay up in the sky for some time, amber eyes watching from above. Her gaze darted across the crowds, she listened for anything that may have been of value, but she wasn't getting much. Until the explosion. It was enough to garner her attention, halting mid flight she looked down and saw the green flame, eyebrow raised. Crowds were around and they didn't seem too happy. Clenching her jaw she huffed and started for that direction. A voice calling out and movement from the corner of her eye had her looking over just slightly as she stopped. The younger two she had met earlier in the day with John were having a moment. Looking between the two situations she made way to her slight left, where the young-ins were. It took practically no time for her to arrive, her landing was soft and careful, she didn't want to cause any unnecessary damage to city property.

The thud against her torso almost went unnoticed as Ana grabbed the girl before she could fall back on her ass. Sighing as she met the girl's gaze, she quickly let go. Looking towards the brother just further back Ana clenched her jaw. "We all want to get those files. But we gotta be careful." Ana turned her head to the right slightly and spotted the rose. "I know you wanna help and I'm willing to take all the help I can get but be cautious, please." She explained, her words were sincere. Looking around, senses alert Anastasia stepped aside slightly. She would let the girl get the rose but at the same time she would be keeping a close eye on both of them. John was busy with a different situation and the brother seemed to be a worried and scared mess, they would need someone to keep them safe. Ana hadn't done this in a while but she was about to get thrown into it again. This would hopefully be easy, keeping an eye on them.

Then again, situations like these were never as easy as they seemed to be in one's mind.

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Amiee got to the bridge, where everyone was supposed to meet...
and waited...
"Huh. I could have sworn..."
Then she got Emerald's text.
"Huh. Change of plans. Good thing I can fly."
And off she went to go meet Emerald and Specter




"This isn't what I signed up for, Myst..." Penny murmured, while rapidly collecting information from several screens.
Epiphany collected all the relevant data - flight number, GPS location, trajectory, and information on Metas in the area and compiled a mibpaste page with all the links to her collection, and sent it by text to Emerald Dream:

"JFK Airport, Delta flight 9020 going down with a burned out wing and 114 passengers. Two metas spotted in the area: Wildfire, and the Kinecticmacist. See attached files for real-time GPS tracking, links to control tower radio frequencies and the plane's black box ping."
 

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Mystification

Sometimes it was so easy to play with the pieces on the board, so easy for them to fall for her games. It was like they were playing checkers while Mystification was playing chess. She silently watched from a safe spot as Nicholas made all of his serums on the table disappear with a swift movement akin to teleportation and then they could go to get their second clue to get them closer to reading the case files by the Central Park Zoo entrance She couldn't let them read the case files or they would figure out her game. It was time to put everything on a slightly excelerated course. Good, the hero and her little puppet were together. Once the duo had finished rescuing the plane, she would.... maybe she could set a seed of discourse, projecting her message into all the digital devices across the city." Oh dear heroes, do you know what my favorite song in the whole wide world is? I imagine that you don't know since its from an obscure musical called If/Then. It's called the Moment Explodes. The dark world curves, the car swerves and the moment explodes. You were all so preoccupied with finding the case files, that you hadn't taken a major factor into account. I have already set the plans in motion while you were all running around like chickens with heads. And I got some good news for now and some bad news. The good news is that people are already on the scene at JFK and will stop the collateral from that crash.... the bad news is that wasn't the case I wasn't trying to recreate. Some people just like to watch the burn.... have any of you bother to check to see if all of Mr. Chambers personalities have full control over themselves? Mr. Queefus, I believe you know the answer to that. So, you have a choice now. Stop the man who will turn and can control flames or..... get the case files to see what else I can wreck upon you, I believe a certain Penguinn in the zoo has the right clue to get the last of those files. The choice is yours. I hope you choose wisely."

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You don't need to do this.

Do you have any other ideas?

Would you consider it if I did?

Violence stood at his vantage point on the in an empty room of a highrise, looking across the street at his target. Luis Square Mall was to the public one of the largest shopping centers in this city but Violence knew it was also a front used by one by one of the crime families to cover up one of their embezzlement schemes.

Whatever you do here, they'll just rebuild elsewhere.

True, except I'm not trying to shut them down just yet, Cameron descended the building still talking to his brother. What's going to happen here will cause damage, the kind of damage that draws unwanted attention. He stripped off his mask as he approached the ground floor but left his black suit on. The authorities, your friends, other families, they're all going to see what happened here. Better yet, somebody will need to come out to clean up the mess. He crossed the street, melting into the crowd of civilians in the mall. My bet is on that lawyer of theirs, y'know who I'm talking about. The sooner as he pops up to clean this up, the sooner I can get to him and sooner they'll have one less to hide behind.

Now you just sound like a villain monologuing his entire evil plan to a trapped hero.

I mean, I technically am. I'm monologuing to you and you're trapped inside me.

Touché but also kinda weird.

...You're right, I'm sorry.

Finally in the mall, Violence slowed his pace as his mind extended from him, reaching out to the people who surrounded him. There were a myriad of emotions that surrounded him, excitement, anxiety, cheerfulness, but nothing too strong. Everybody here were simply having an average day. Well, everybody except for one.

The villain looked around for the single blip he had felt until his eyes locked onto a woman, frantically calling and looking around for something. "Joel? Joel!" she cried. Fear, anxiety, frustration, all of these Violence felt in her and he fed on it, strengthening his own power as he slowly began exercising his influence on those around him. The first they felt was uneasiness, some felt like they were being watched, others as if they had forgotten something important. Then they felt fear, then panic and confusion, and from there, Cameron let them decide where to bring their minds to next, fueling their delusion and feeding off the chaos they were creating on their own.

Somebody started shouting something, another threw a punch that knocked them over, yet another one also threw a punch, then another, then another. Soon a giant melee had formed in the mall as anger joined the chaos that Violence had spread upon them. The chaos spread to other sections of the mall, pulling the civilians in those parts into the mob. A store window was smashed and looting began as Violence slammed a fist into the face of a man dumb enough to try to attack him. What started out as a crowd had turned into a mob and then a riot. The riot moved through the mall, smashing and grabbing and just generally destroying the place until they reached the end where they began spilling out of the mall and onto the street either to inflict more damage or to get away from the madness.

How many have you injured? Was anybody killed? asked Kameron, watching the riot through the eyes of his brother.

Since when has that ever been a concern of mine? replied Cameron as he stepped out of the moving mob and into an alleyway.

Exiting from between some buildings was Kameron in his civilian outfit, having left the riot several blocks away. He briefly considered calling some of the other heroes to see if he could get some help bringing the mob down back under control though this was quickly interrupted by a message buzzing from his phone.

Both brothers listened intently to the woman's voice for a while before Kameron's face twisted in confusion.

My god this woman talks forever. Any idea what she's talking about.

Not really, though I am sure we could find some friends in low places who may have an idea.

I doubt we have the time. If something really is going on with Chambers, the other heroes can handle it. I'm going to visit this penguin.

Focusing his power onto himself, Vengeance flung himself into the air towards the zoo. He'd have to change on the way.
 

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Warren Tanner and Aaron

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The plane seemed to be descending at an alarming rate and just to add some insult to the injury, a song started to play the same three lines. The engine drops, the plane stops, the moment explodes .If it had been up to the passengers, they would take death then being safe. But they knew that in a world full of heroes, somebody was going to save them and that was always a good or sometimes a bad thing. A man on fire flew through the air trying to help as Aaron could see from the window clearly.

Aaron had been sitting in a seat in the gate waiting to board. He rolled his neck around and tapped his phone. The TV drones on and on above him, and his phone would go off, texts from his mother, asking where he was. He quickly tapped out a reply.

“Delayed by an hour. Weather over Montreal. See you tomorrow.” He responded. He put his phone down and went back to sitting in the chair, only to be interrupted by shouting. People running towards him, and frantic chaos.

He quickly looked up and out the window to see a plane falling at an alarming rate. He picked up his backpack and dashed to the window. He placed his hands on it and focused, causing the window to shatter. He stepped out and dashed towards the plane, to look at the man on Fire.

“I’m the Kinematicist, the Angel of Yokohama. I’m going to try to slow down the plane. Can you explain to me what else is happening?” He shouted over the din of the plane’s engines. He brushed a strand of hair back and sighed.

I just wanted to have a normal trip back home...

Warren was silent. not sure what there was to say. There was a lot going on and in the back of his head, he could feel, there was Myst. He hadn't thought about the fact that she could easily take control of him if he so much as blinked the wrong way. Was this too dangerous?

He debated leaving the area, but then if someone else saved the day, he would be known as the hero who left the crime scene, it was a catch 22 and Myst knew what she was doing. Doubt was something that was easily given to the public.

Warren took a deep breath, looking over at the situation and was trying to figure out the right thing to say. First thing was first, nobody knew who the man on fire was, so it was safe to assume that Myst didn't know and only knew because he mentioned it. He would introduce himself first and then go from there.

" Nice to meet you Kinematicist, I'm known as Wildfire around here. There's a long version of that and a short version. I think the abridged version would prove to be much more useful in this situation. Basically, some supervillain is attempting to create the five worst cases, pretty sure she is starting here."

'Not as dumb as you look Warren, not as dumb as you look'

Aaron looked around for a second."We can deal with that later. Right now I've got to land this god damn plane." Aaron took a deep breath before shouting. "I'm going to need someone to call 911." He tilted his head to the side."And tell my mom I'm not coming home tomorrow." He stretched his arm quickly. "I've never done something this big going this fast."

Aaron would close his eyes tightly and lay his arm down on the plane. He strained his arm in an attempt to get the plane to start leveling out. "Turn, turn, turn." He muttered to himself, hoping the pilot would get the hint to start bringing it around. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, throwing him off for a second. The plane made a dip to the side. He took another breath, sucking in a lot of air. "Let's bring you around." he said, squinting his eyes closed. He continued to stabilize his vectors with the plane, but he could feel strength being sapped out of him."Come on, Come on, come on!"
He muttered under his breath as he brought the plane around. After what felt like forever, but was maybe thirty seconds, the plane touched ground. Aaron's arms felt like they were on fire. He took one final deep breath, and passed out.

Warren had planned to swoop down and get Aaron some help and make sure before he hit the ground. 'Now, now, we can't ruin all the fun, Warren honey.' Before Warren could land or do anything else, his world would start to go black and before Myst took full control, he heard her whisper one last mocking final note in his ear. ' Just a puppet on a lonely string, who would ever would want to be king?' The last thing he saw was a fireball in his hand and then nothing more.

Logan Campbell and John Clark

Logan needed to find a way out of the back of this police car and also out of these cuffs. If he could shift, this wouldn't be a problem, but he couldn't. He took note of the cuffs, the way they were built exactly like regular cuffs, expect for one key. They were electronic. If he could perhaps get the detective to give him some water... then maybe, just maybe. He coughed. " I need some water...god, it's so hot in here. Don't think I will-" He made sure to emphasize each word to make himself seem as desperate as possible.

John felt bad for the kid. He handed him a water bottle. " Here, we can't have you dying on the way to the precinct," he said, making sure it was open. Only much later would he remember that the cuffs were electronic.

Logan gave a wordless nod and dropped the water onto the cuffs. They short-circuited as he slid off. Before John could grab him, he would move to grab him and seeing as he was the only one in the car would distract him for the road. And in the split second, another car would blow a red light and hit John's side of the car. Logan quickly shifted into a fly in that moment and escaped, leaving behind a car wreck. Once he was a safe distance, he would check social media and smirked. Someone was leaving for another city, what a perfect time to assume their identity. He shifted into their form and walked towards the park, pleased with himself, if only a little guilty.

John was barely conscious as the EMTS dragged him into the ambulance and to the nearest hospital in the city.

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Dean Chambers and Michael Chambers

Location: Park, Around 1PM

Michael arrived with Dean literally in his pocket at the entrance to the zoo. Affixed to the iron gate spokes, there was a row of carefully placed cards tied to the gate. Some were already missing. There was a rose or two tied to them. Michael took notice of how carefully placed everyone was. He took Dean out of his pocket who grew to his normal size. "Well, it's a great to know that we wasted our time collecting roses earlier when there were some right by the next location. It looks like either the other group got here first or there were more roses here already." Dean picked up a card and sighed. " Mike, read it. I think I found a side effect of the dangerous potions, difficulty reading after adjusting size."

Mike took a look at the card and flipped it open. "It seems you have reached the next step to retrieve the files, but at what cost? I'm sure there have been some casualties by now, Michael and Dean Chambers. Between what is currently happening at the airport, a little birdie told me the detective is hurt. But all you seem to care about is the case files? So simple minded and foolish. There's always a bigger picture- something obscured if you look too far. But enough teasing, find the penguin who is royalty and poorly disguised or perhaps the one who is royalty and not on the path to die, dead or alive, as long as he is brought to Nicholas, you get them. Tick tick, you got four hours to go." Mike felt a chill run down his spine and just noticed something. Each of the envelopes was made to a particular name. Somebody had taken the time to.... not someone. Mystification. The villain had stolen files and then got a third party to host the games. Or was Nicholas a willing participant? He wasn't sure, but either way, this couldn't be good. He dragged Dean into the zoo.

And just when things couldn't get any worse, he went into the zoo; The whole place seemed to be empty and there were a ton of penguins, particularly emperor penguins. 4 hours to find exactly one emperor penguin. One who is royalty and poorly disguised. What did that even mean? It seemed others were already searching. Standing not searching was a man. Maybe he knew something about the poorly disguised penguin.

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Nicholas Harris, Layla Jones, Garrett Gunn and Wyatt

Nicholas didn't stop Spectre from burning the potions. He teleported out of the area and just simply shrugged. He looked at Garett and then the hero and didn't try to run. "I can assure you that my serum is entirely-" Before he could finish the sentence, someone who had taken the serum fell over of a heart attack " Mostly-" As Felicity would try to grab a rose, a civilian who had taken the potion would try to blast her with water. " Somewhat-" A second civilian literally ran into the fire to try and grab the potion. Garrett would send a warning shot to keep them from hurting themselves.

" Doesn't look like the serum is safe at all. That being said, what do I know? Just an ME here. But it seems to cause heart attacks, shifts in moods and is incredibly addictive. I'm not saying the FDA wouldn't try to approve this, but I am saying I wouldn't be trying to take one anytime soon. Speaking of things.... I may not be the biggest hero fan, but I really do think some of you should head down to the airport. From that recording Myst just gave, sounds like she is using a hero down at JFK to hurt civilians. Case #13. Meta was mind controlled and hurt civilians. Set the precedent for Collateral to take accountability of the actual villain, though it doesn't always work. "

" Miss Jones, it never works. Case #13 was supposed to make things better, but nobody ever looks into the mind control to catch the real villain, easy to get the hero to pay the damages then expend resources," a man said, looking over. " Wyatt, collateral defense lawyer. I came here because the department sent me to this train wreck in progress. Should have known that the Shadow had something to do with this," Wyatt replied.

Garett looked over at Emerald Dream and gestured for her to talk with him away from the crowd. " I know that Nicholas has the best intentions, but I don't think this crowd is going to be happy about what is happening. But I do have something for you." He took a case file out of his side jacket pocket. Case #1. " I know this isn't one of the "five" cases, but, case #0 connects was a small scale case- but when connected to Case #1, it would be very bad indeed. So, just make sure it doesn't happen."

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Gabriel sat in a police station lobby. He sat around on his cellphone playing a game. He had been called in to deal with a crisis, but his contact was busy. Inside his jacket was his pistol (Don't worry, he had a permit. He was all above board.), some ammo, and a vial of holy water. He was dressed in a fine suit and tie, and carried a cup of Starbucks coffee. Officers ran around, responding to various calls and clamoring. Radio chatter would spark up occasionally, talking about one issue or another in some part of the city. It seemed like the whole city was falling apart.

He tapped a few buttons, setting up a list of various demons and angels to summon if this required them. He liked being prepared and forming a good mix with backups for what might lie ahead. He whistled as he did this, an almost listless yet haunting song that he didn't know where he had heard it.

He finally shrugged and approached the precinct's front desk. He rapped his fingers against it as he spoke. "Gabriel Angelus, Templar Detective Agency. I was called?" He said politely and firmly, the New York and London accents blending.​