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Fima limped after Kelly, giving her a grateful nod for saving her life. Her leg bled from a glass embedded just beneath the skin and trickles form reopened scars dripped down her head. It brought up uncomfortable memories from the Great Distrubance; when the boutique's glass window exploded inward, shredding her scalp, turning her into two types of freak. Fima buried the memories to focus on the present situation.

"We can't kill him. Not yet," she spoke up, addressing the entire group for the first time. It was highly uncomfortable. "Daemond's right he might have allies, other Conduits looking to kill their own. I think we should at least find out for certain and report them to the police....or something," she added, remembering the talk of vigilantes.

Gingerly lowering herself, Fima gazed at the face of the Shadowman. "I can find everything little thing about this guy-- if you want," she looked back at Daemond, "I just need personal information. Name, address, email, whatever we can get out of him. I'm a hacker by trade," she added in way of explanation.
 
Daemond sighed deeply, his hands rubbing at the sides of his head. His face was still sore from healing Arnold, but it paled in comparison to the frustration Daemond was feeling. This outcome was one of the worst scenarios Daemond had imagined, and now he was left with making a major decision that he wasn't sure he should have been making. The others had their opinions, but he had been the one to gather them together, so it naturally fell to him to fix this mess.

Theresa took a cautious step forward when the portal-making Conduit jumped about the room, but held off when it appeared she was just trying to help.

"I'm very sorry you've been dragged into this," Daemond said to the newcomers, though he truly meant it for everyone. "Look, here's how this will go. You guys are right-- We can't kill him. What are we if we do that? But our lives are in danger if we let him go, so... so." He eyed Chris and gestured for the man to let the shadow Conduit stand. Chris seemed hesitant but obliged, probably partly due to Kelly tying Shadowman's wrists. Daemond took a few steps forward to meet the guy's gaze, but he only sneered back.

Daemond shook his head. "We are not turning you over to the police just yet," he said. "We are going to keep you here until you give us what she wants." He pointed to Fima adamantly. "And we'll get along really well if you can tell us if you have friends lurking in the area. You don't seem to be able to use your powers when there's an absence of darkness, so I think Chris will be fine with watching you."

Despite his earlier attitude, the shadow Conduit had gone silent now. He glared at everyone like they were the monsters and freaks he believed them to be.

Turning around to address everyone, Daemond said, "This location may already be compromised, but there's a reason I wish to keep using it. For one, I frankly can't think of a better one at this time, and two... well, I'm not averse to drawing these kinds of Conduits out of hiding."

Theresa clicked her tongue. "Oh, Daemond, that's a little too ballsy. Even I think--"

"If this doesn't look like it's working, we will change our plans accordingly."

"..."

Theresa was quieted by that, so Daemond moved on quickly. "... Like I said earlier, any of you can leave this place tonight and never look back. No obligations. For the rest who want for something more, I have a private website that you'll be able to access in order to communicate with each other. Theresa and I, and anyone else who wishes it will be on hand for anything you may need. It's support system first and foremost. And... of course, I'll be posting police scanner information that some of you may be interested in."

With that, Daemond was done. He nodded to Chris, who shoved Shadowman toward the staircase. Daemond followed after, planning to stay until the Conduit was secure. He had no desire to rush home looking like he did. He was at least thankful his father expected him to be getting into fights these days.

As they were leaving, Theresa spoke up to say, "If any of you need an escort, I'm willing." Beyond that, there was nothing left to say.

Tuesday, May 23rd

Fenix: I secured a police scanner this morning and have been monitoring it for a while now. I don't want anyone to throw themselves into something they can't handle, so I've passed on a couple of things. However, I believe I have two incidents happening at this very moment that should be simple enough.
Fenix: Two suspects shoplifted a corner store on the South side of the Square. That's the neighborhood right of Newport, for the unaware. Last seen, they were nearing the park. My guess on their destination is one of the areas under the overpass that don't get many people passing through.

FstGirl: oh! i live near there!
FstGirl: i think i know a good spot, too. i'll be there.

Fenix: Just be careful. The second is a domestic dispute in Newport. The police are dispatched but it's looking like a Conduit might be involved. I have the address, but it's very important that no officer sees you. If there is a Conduit, they'll likely be keeping their distance.
Fenix: Remember, no obligations. Leave well enough alone if you're not comfortable with it.
Fenix: ... Before I forget, I'd like to arrange a second meeting to talk more. On Sunday, same time, same place. If you're seriously interested in the costume idea, message T about it. She should have prototypes for next week if it's not too out there.
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Theresa - Near Garden Square Park

She had been watching her phone religiously all day, logged into the website Daemond had set up for them to communicate with. Though she had unfortunately missed the discussion during the meeting, Theresa was beyond excited to learn that the topic of vigilantism had come up. Daemond had always shot her down when she had suggested such a thing in the past, so she had to wonder what changed his mind on the matter now. Whatever the reason, it meant she herself could seriously approach the idea.

... She just had to avoid letting her sister find out about it.

Amanda had yet to learn of Theresa's tiny little Conduit secret, and even though she and her sister were as close as she could possibly imagine them to be, Theresa could never tell her about it. It was just too much to say out loud. It was just them now, so any possible tension between them seriously had to be avoided. Theresa had no idea how long she would be able to get away with it, but she had been getting along fine for months now, and wasn't that all that mattered?

Thankfully, Amanda was pretty into cosplay and costume design in general, so convincing her that Theresa and her friends needed themed outfits didn't take much effort. Amanda had made up countless designs for her before, so Theresa didn't feel entirely too bad about kinda-sorta lying to her.

It was pretty swell, to say the least. With Amanda on board to get busy sewing, Theresa had time to herself to pursue this vigilante angle Daemond had set up for them. She had no idea if anyone else would show up, but Theresa was pretty sure she could handle two petty criminals. She had gotten used to using her power, and when used correctly it made her pretty impervious to getting hurt. It made her confident, and besides, this was something Theresa wanted to do no matter the risk.

She had made it to the park Daemond had mentioned, and she too believed the two criminals would head for the overpass. At the Square, there was no street running parallel underneath, so much of the area under the overpass was dark alleys and slums. It was kind of a place where one would imagine criminals to flock, so Theresa figured she'd just have to find two who were in a real hurry.

Seemed simple, right?

 
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Daemond sighed deeply, his hands rubbing at the sides of his head. His face was still sore from healing Arnold, but it paled in comparison to the frustration Daemond was feeling. This outcome was one of the worst scenarios Daemond had imagined, and now he was left with making a major decision that he wasn't sure he should have been making. The others had their opinions, but he had been the one to gather them together, so it naturally fell to him to fix this mess.

Theresa took a cautious step forward when the portal-making Conduit jumped about the room, but held off when it appeared she was just trying to help.

"I'm very sorry you've been dragged into this," Daemond said to the newcomers, though he truly meant it for everyone. "Look, here's how this will go. You guys are right-- We can't kill him. What are we if we do that? But our lives are in danger if we let him go, so... so." He eyed Chris and gestured for the man to let the shadow Conduit stand. Chris seemed hesitant but obliged, probably partly due to Kelly tying Shadowman's wrists. Daemond took a few steps forward to meet the guy's gaze, but he only sneered back.

Daemond shook his head. "We are not turning you over to the police just yet," he said. "We are going to keep you here until you give us what she wants." He pointed to Fima adamantly. "And we'll get along really well if you can tell us if you have friends lurking in the area. You don't seem to be able to use your powers when there's an absence of darkness, so I think Chris will be fine with watching you."

Despite his earlier attitude, the shadow Conduit had gone silent now. He glared at everyone like they were the monsters and freaks he believed them to be.

Turning around to address everyone, Daemond said, "This location may already be compromised, but there's a reason I wish to keep using it. For one, I frankly can't think of a better one at this time, and two... well, I'm not averse to drawing these kinds of Conduits out of hiding."

Theresa clicked her tongue. "Oh, Daemond, that's a little too ballsy. Even I think--"

"If this doesn't look like it's working, we will change our plans accordingly."

"..."

Theresa was quieted by that, so Daemond moved on quickly. "... Like I said earlier, any of you can leave this place tonight and never look back. No obligations. For the rest who want for something more, I have a private website that you'll be able to access in order to communicate with each other. Theresa and I, and anyone else who wishes it will be on hand for anything you may need. It's support system first and foremost. And... of course, I'll be posting police scanner information that some of you may be interested in."

With that, Daemond was done. He nodded to Chris, who shoved Shadowman toward the staircase. Daemond followed after, planning to stay until the Conduit was secure. He had no desire to rush home looking like he did. He was at least thankful his father expected him to be getting into fights these days.

As they were leaving, Theresa spoke up to say, "If any of you need an escort, I'm willing." Beyond that, there was nothing left to say.

Tuesday, May 23rd

Fenix: I secured a police scanner this morning and have been monitoring it for a while now. I don't want anyone to throw themselves into something they can't handle, so I've passed on a couple of things. However, I believe I have two incidents happening at this very moment that should be simple enough.
Fenix: Two suspects shoplifted a corner store on the South side of the Square. That's the neighborhood right of Newport, for the unaware. Last seen, they were nearing the park. My guess on their destination is one of the areas under the overpass that don't get many people passing through.

FstGirl: oh! i live near there!
FstGirl: i think i know a good spot, too. i'll be there.

Fenix: Just be careful. The second is a domestic dispute in Newport. The police are dispatched but it's looking like a Conduit might be involved. I have the address, but it's very important that no officer sees you. If there is a Conduit, they'll likely be keeping their distance.
Fenix: Remember, no obligations. Leave well enough alone if you're not comfortable with it.
Fenix: ... Before I forget, I'd like to arrange a second meeting to talk more. On Sunday, same time, same place. If you're seriously interested in the costume idea, message T about it. She should have prototypes for next week if it's not too out there.
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Theresa - Near Garden Square Park

She had been watching her phone religiously all day, logged into the website Daemond had set up for them to communicate with. Though she had unfortunately missed the discussion during the meeting, Theresa was beyond excited to learn that the topic of vigilantism had come up. Daemond had always shot her down when she had suggested such a thing in the past, so she had to wonder what changed his mind on the matter now. Whatever the reason, it meant she herself could seriously approach the idea.

... She just had to avoid letting her sister find out about it.

Amanda had yet to learn of Theresa's tiny little Conduit secret, and even though she and her sister were as close as she could possibly imagine them to be, Theresa could never tell her about it. It was just too much to say out loud. It was just them now, so any possible tension between them seriously had to be avoided. Theresa had no idea how long she would be able to get away with it, but she had been getting along fine for months now, and wasn't that all that mattered?

Thankfully, Amanda was pretty into cosplay and costume design in general, so convincing her that Theresa and her friends needed themed outfits didn't take much effort. Amanda had made up countless designs for her before, so Theresa didn't feel entirely too bad about kinda-sorta lying to her.

It was pretty swell, to say the least. With Amanda on board to get busy sewing, Theresa had time to herself to pursue this vigilante angle Daemond had set up for them. She had no idea if anyone else would show up, but Theresa was pretty sure she could handle two petty criminals. She had gotten used to using her power, and when used correctly it made her pretty impervious to getting hurt. It made her confident, and besides, this was something Theresa wanted to do no matter the risk.

She had made it to the park Daemond had mentioned, and she too believed the two criminals would head for the overpass. At the Square, there was no street running parallel underneath, so much of the area under the overpass was dark alleys and slums. It was kind of a place where one would imagine criminals to flock, so Theresa figured she'd just have to find two who were in a real hurry.

Seemed simple, right?

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Theresa wouldn't be going at this alone, however, as Richard soon arrived next to her. The pyromagnetic conduit was clad in a black business suit, accompanied by a pair of Barstow Bamboo Sunglasses.

"Hope you didn't start without me, as I'm just chuffed to start our first day of playing superhero!" Richard declared with a smile, although there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

@Atomyk​
 
Arnold stood silent throughout the entire verdict of Daemond's decision, leaning against the metal pillars of what was some extremely perforated metal shelving units. He winced inwardly at the evidence of the perpetrator, shards of glass imbedded in the metal like razor blades stuck in flesh. Although it was partially excused by the fact Teenage Heart-Throb had decided to try to kill them all with a storm of knives, his shoddy work with the lack of control and precision in his firepower was right in front of him.

It'd been a wake-up call. If he wanted to get back into this mess, he needed to learn how to control it. And fast.

Arnold pushed away that line of thought for later and focused on the here and now. Teenage-Heartthrob was slowly being dragged away by Daemond's personal bouncer. Even though Arnold didn't have any personal enmity towards him at the moment, the whole 'nearly being killed' shenanigans five minutes ago wasn't something to take lightly. Arnold waved daintily, giving one last jibe towards the puritan Conduit as Chris dragged him away on his knees.

" Hey, Chris, don't be too harsh on him. Every Teenage-Heartthrob needs some young adult magazines. Don't forget his fan-mail too!"

Arnold shoved down a snigger, looking wistfully at the two men going downstairs before he settled back, still trying to hold back his chortles.

Oh, he was going to have to make a list of nicknames while he was at it.

As Daemond gave the signal for them to depart, Arnold's ears perked up at the mention of a private website. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. That along with the perks of having a group of Conduits in which he could talk to by himself. As soon as he got the login details, Arnold made his way out, saying one final snarky comment towards Theresa before he felled victim to his need to sleep.

" Appreciate the enthusiasm, Red and Mysterious."
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Tuesday, May 23rd

(10:43:21) Mason-Jar (Group Chat): Sorry, Red and Mysterious. I'm in the Market Square today and there's a whole bunch of customers right now. My shift's over in a hour and a half. Not going to jeopardize my job to play vigilante. Have fun out there while you're at it.

(10:43:55) Mason Jar (Fstgirl): If it has spandex, capes or any underwear on the outside, I'm going to jump off a bridge.

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" Why, jeez, mistah Lewis! It looks like you went through a whooping last night."

Damn, was it really still showing? Arnold touched his bruised eye briefly with the edge of his pinkie finger before signing and scanning the huge pile of candy bars, bubblegum and lollipops that his current customers had decided to waste their allowances on. Those customers were currently Robbie, John-John and Hans, the regular 10 year old customers that came to the convenience store on a daily basis to get a soda or something to get. They were about as natural as any 10 year old boy could be these days without being stuck to the screen of some new-fangled tablet device.

Arnold replied back to the boys with all the patience he could muster as he closed the window on his phone, stuffing it back inside his pocket, while he scanned the last of the items. Sleeping last night had been an impossibility. It seemed as if he'd only slept for just about a hour before the rooster on the roof did a cock-a-doodle-do. On any other normal day where he didn't fight a Conduit with a hard on for death metal bands, he would have strike up a friendly conversation with the Abbey Trio of Down-town Newport. Not today it would seen.

" For the last time, Hans, you don't have to call me by my last name."

Hans gave a gasp before looking to John-John and Robert, as if Arnold had committed sacrilege, before pouting towards Arnold. Good lord, he didn't have time to deal with this shit today.

" Boys, an adult just asked us to be impolite! Direct violation of what our dear good ol' parents taught us. How does Mr Arnold sound to you, John-John?"

John-John spoke softly, tilting his head slightly upwards to Hans question while he had his head stuck inside a novel that Arnold thought that no sane 10 year old child should pick up and try to finish reading in one day.

" About 20% less cooler than Mr Lewis."

Robert raised a finger, piping up and interjecting in the conversation between Hans and John-John.

" Actually, I think Mr Arnold sounds equally applicable as Mr Le-"

It was like a goddamned Three Stooges Routine. Arnold dropped the pile of groceries into a plastic bag that threatened to burst at the seams, shoving it into Hans hands. The message from the action, compounded by his scowl, was clear. Arnold had no time for tom-foolery today. Hans lifted the plastic bag over his shoulder before walking out the entrance, the plastic doors sliding open. John-John followed him in suit, head still buried in his book while Robert trailed behind, giving farewell towards Arnold.

" Thank you for the candy, Mister Arnold!"

Arnold watched the three boys dissapear in the crowd of shoppers that accompanied Market Square on a daily basis before leaning on the counter with his elbows, signing. He looked at the clock, its arms appearing to move all the more slower, wondering when his damned shift would end.

Maybe, he should have taken that case.......

@Atomyk
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Atomyk said:
Daemond sighed deeply, his hands rubbing at the sides of his head. His face was still sore from healing Arnold, but it paled in comparison to the frustration Daemond was feeling. This outcome was one of the worst scenarios Daemond had imagined, and now he was left with making a major decision that he wasn't sure he should have been making. The others had their opinions, but he had been the one to gather them together, so it naturally fell to him to fix this mess.

Theresa took a cautious step forward when the portal-making Conduit jumped about the room, but held off when it appeared she was just trying to help.

"I'm very sorry you've been dragged into this," Daemond said to the newcomers, though he truly meant it for everyone. "Look, here's how this will go. You guys are right-- We can't kill him. What are we if we do that? But our lives are in danger if we let him go, so... so." He eyed Chris and gestured for the man to let the shadow Conduit stand. Chris seemed hesitant but obliged, probably partly due to Kelly tying Shadowman's wrists. Daemond took a few steps forward to meet the guy's gaze, but he only sneered back.

Daemond shook his head. "We are not turning you over to the police just yet," he said. "We are going to keep you here until you give us what she wants." He pointed to Fima adamantly. "And we'll get along really well if you can tell us if you have friends lurking in the area. You don't seem to be able to use your powers when there's an absence of darkness, so I think Chris will be fine with watching you."

Despite his earlier attitude, the shadow Conduit had gone silent now. He glared at everyone like they were the monsters and freaks he believed them to be.

Turning around to address everyone, Daemond said, "This location may already be compromised, but there's a reason I wish to keep using it. For one, I frankly can't think of a better one at this time, and two... well, I'm not averse to drawing these kinds of Conduits out of hiding."

Theresa clicked her tongue. "Oh, Daemond, that's a little too ballsy. Even I think--"

"If this doesn't look like it's working, we will change our plans accordingly."

"..."

Theresa was quieted by that, so Daemond moved on quickly. "... Like I said earlier, any of you can leave this place tonight and never look back. No obligations. For the rest who want for something more, I have a private website that you'll be able to access in order to communicate with each other. Theresa and I, and anyone else who wishes it will be on hand for anything you may need. It's support system first and foremost. And... of course, I'll be posting police scanner information that some of you may be interested in."

With that, Daemond was done. He nodded to Chris, who shoved Shadowman toward the staircase. Daemond followed after, planning to stay until the Conduit was secure. He had no desire to rush home looking like he did. He was at least thankful his father expected him to be getting into fights these days.

As they were leaving, Theresa spoke up to say, "If any of you need an escort, I'm willing." Beyond that, there was nothing left to say.

Tuesday, May 23rd

Fenix: I secured a police scanner this morning and have been monitoring it for a while now. I don't want anyone to throw themselves into something they can't handle, so I've passed on a couple of things. However, I believe I have two incidents happening at this very moment that should be simple enough.
Fenix: Two suspects shoplifted a corner store on the South side of the Square. That's the neighborhood right of Newport, for the unaware. Last seen, they were nearing the park. My guess on their destination is one of the areas under the overpass that don't get many people passing through.

FstGirl: oh! i live near there!
FstGirl: i think i know a good spot, too. i'll be there.

Fenix: Just be careful. The second is a domestic dispute in Newport. The police are dispatched but it's looking like a Conduit might be involved. I have the address, but it's very important that no officer sees you. If there is a Conduit, they'll likely be keeping their distance.
Fenix: Remember, no obligations. Leave well enough alone if you're not comfortable with it.
Fenix: ... Before I forget, I'd like to arrange a second meeting to talk more. On Sunday, same time, same place. If you're seriously interested in the costume idea, message T about it. She should have prototypes for next week if it's not too out there.
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Theresa - Near Garden Square Park

She had been watching her phone religiously all day, logged into the website Daemond had set up for them to communicate with. Though she had unfortunately missed the discussion during the meeting, Theresa was beyond excited to learn that the topic of vigilantism had come up. Daemond had always shot her down when she had suggested such a thing in the past, so she had to wonder what changed his mind on the matter now. Whatever the reason, it meant she herself could seriously approach the idea.

... She just had to avoid letting her sister find out about it.

Amanda had yet to learn of Theresa's tiny little Conduit secret, and even though she and her sister were as close as she could possibly imagine them to be, Theresa could never tell her about it. It was just too much to say out loud. It was just them now, so any possible tension between them seriously had to be avoided. Theresa had no idea how long she would be able to get away with it, but she had been getting along fine for months now, and wasn't that all that mattered?

Thankfully, Amanda was pretty into cosplay and costume design in general, so convincing her that Theresa and her friends needed themed outfits didn't take much effort. Amanda had made up countless designs for her before, so Theresa didn't feel entirely too bad about kinda-sorta lying to her.

It was pretty swell, to say the least. With Amanda on board to get busy sewing, Theresa had time to herself to pursue this vigilante angle Daemond had set up for them. She had no idea if anyone else would show up, but Theresa was pretty sure she could handle two petty criminals. She had gotten used to using her power, and when used correctly it made her pretty impervious to getting hurt. It made her confident, and besides, this was something Theresa wanted to do no matter the risk.

She had made it to the park Daemond had mentioned, and she too believed the two criminals would head for the overpass. At the Square, there was no street running parallel underneath, so much of the area under the overpass was dark alleys and slums. It was kind of a place where one would imagine criminals to flock, so Theresa figured she'd just have to find two who were in a real hurry.

Seemed simple, right?

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Luciana hadn't said anything when they left the warehouse, only given the collected group a glare when she removed her mask. This was the last time she'd put herself in this situation.

Tuesday May 23rd

Vivisection: Domestic dispute?
Vivisection: .....
Vivisection: What's the address?

Leaning back in her computer chair Luciana let out an audible groan. Why was she still doing this? Heck it's a work day! Actually...was it? She didn't really have anything she had to get into the office or anything. Fuck! Still though! She had been done after that meeting! No...she was caught now. There was too much going on behind the scenes. Sooner or later there wasn't just going to be the shadow guy coming after them. It didn't matter if she wanted to hide. Sigh...I guess it was time to get suited up.​

@Atomyk
 
The med bag was taken almost instantly by a woman who was trying to give first aid to the supposed attacker. Unfortunately, Sayuri still didn't know the whole story here, but it kind of looked like the guy was guilty. She spent the next few minutes wondering why someone was giving first aid treatment to the bad guy before the good guys. Also, was this chick a doctor or something – jumping in like that? A doctor with zip-ties? She'd reconsider her judgement about the profession, but again, who helps the bad guy before the good guys? Even so, the woman continued by 'politely requesting' that Sayuri put out her cigarette. Such a warm tone… How could she refuse?


Sayuri stared at the woman for a moment, taking a long inhale until the majority of her cigarette was nothing but ash before slowly dropping it to the floor and stepping on it to crush it. She exhaled the smoke leisurely, looking slightly peeved about having to put the stick out before she was done with it. The girl went on to start a rant about killing the emo boy and how she didn't sign up for no hit squad. "So killing someone in self-defense is wrong…?" She thought aloud, not really intending to start anything, but she couldn't help but think back on her tours and make a note of all the 'wrongs' she'd committed.


By the way Daemond took control of the moral situation, Yuri assumed that he was playing leader of this rag-tag group of mismatched Conduits. The idea of his situation getting out to the public was almost humorous, but not enough that she truly wanted it to happen. Since she'd missed so much, it was really kind of hard to tell who had what relation to anyone else and what part each person played. The girl who had been wary of Sayuri was quick to speak up against the rich boy, but she was shut down quickly. Daaaaaaaaaamn. When all was said and done, Sayuri took a moment to stop by Theresa. She didn't need to be escorted anywhere, but she felt the need to officially introduce herself to someone. Even though she didn't have all the info, the talk of police scanners and a support system was really all she needed to decide to stay in contact.


Yuri approached the red-head casually, her hands in her pockets and her expression showing mild fatigue. It sucked, just plain sucked, that she'd driven all the way here for this brief moment, and she hadn't even learned anything. The woman didn't wait for Theresa to say anything before starting her introduction. "I'm late so I missed a shit-ton. Traffic's a bitch." She pulled a pen from her pocket along with a crumpled gas station receipt and started to scribble on the back of it. "My name's Sayuri. I'd like to know what I missed, but I think I got the gist of it." She handed the receipt over to Theresa, waiting for her to take it. On the back was her phone number and an email address. On the front, a payment for gas, 4 packs of smokes, and a bag of Swedish Fish candies. "You seem like the person to talk to." She stuffed the pen back in her pocket, pulling out her pack of cigarettes and placing one in her mouth, but not lighting it. "I'll be in town for a little while, crashing at a friend's place until I find some answers or until I get called back. If I missed anything important, please call or email me when you're free. I'd rather not talk about this stuff electronically or over the phone since I could be discharged if some important, close-minded asshole finds out I'm a Conduit, so we can meet in person if we need to."


She wandered away without much of a goodbye, picking her med-bag up off the floor and wandering out the door. Instead of just portalling out, a night walk sounded kind of nice. As she reached the doorway, she lit up her new cigarette and began the walk to her car.

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Tuesday, May 23rd

Fenix: I secured a police scanner this morning and have been monitoring it for a while now. I don't want anyone to throw themselves into something they can't handle, so I've passed on a couple of things. However, I believe I have two incidents happening at this very moment that should be simple enough.
Fenix: Two suspects shoplifted a corner store on the South side of the Square. That's the neighborhood right of Newport, for the unaware. Last seen, they were nearing the park. My guess on their destination is one of the areas under the overpass that don't get many people passing through.

FstGirl: oh! i live near there!
FstGirl: i think i know a good spot, too. i'll be there.

Fenix: Just be careful. The second is a domestic dispute in Newport. The police are dispatched but it's looking like a Conduit might be involved. I have the address, but it's very important that no officer sees you. If there is a Conduit, they'll likely be keeping their distance.
Fenix: Remember, no obligations. Leave well enough alone if you're not comfortable with it.
Fenix: ... Before I forget, I'd like to arrange a second meeting to talk more. On Sunday, same time, same place. If you're seriously interested in the costume idea, message T about it. She should have prototypes for next week if it's not too out there.

Mason-Jar: Sorry, Red and Mysterious. I'm in the Market Square today and there's a whole bunch of customers right now. My shift's over in a hour and a half. Not going to jeopardize my job to play vigilante. Have fun out there while you're at it.

Vivisection: Domestic dispute?
Vivisection: .....
Vivisection: What's the address?

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Who the shit is FstGirl? Fenix? What is with these names? Mason-Jar? Vivisection? What? Were they using code names or something? Psh. If they were going to have code names, she would use one she actually liked, not they names the nerdy kids in her town had given the unknown person who can makes portals.

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Carbine: I'll head to the domestic dispute as well. It's safer to have back up.

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Carbine… One of her favorite guns. She smiled to herself joyfully. In all honesty, the robbery/shoplifting sounded more fun, but so far it looked like Vivi-whatever would be on her own at the second incident. Rushing into something violent and unknown like that alone was probably a bad idea. Yuri got changed as well, pulling on some black fatigue pants, black combat boots, and a plain long-sleeve shirt – also in black. She was used to fighting in this type of clothing and she'd not messaged Theresa about a uniform. With her hair up in a hat and a tube mask prepared around her neck, she was done dressing in less than two minutes and ready to head out.


She'd taken some of the day time to drive around the city. With images in her mind, she should be able to portal to a nearby location, if not to the house in question.


"Yuri!" A male voice yelled loudly from outside the bedroom door. Sayuri's eyes widened and she stared at the door for a second, hoping it would go away. "Dude, I know you're in there! Get out here, now!" Oh shit.

Hesitantly, she popped the door open, only her eyes and nose peeking out from the crack. "Bean? You're home early. I'm busy. What is it?"

The man glared at her, waving a hand at the living room space behind him where various clothes and some trash and things were scattered about. "That. I don't care if you crash here, but you can't leave my place a mess. My girlfriend is coming over."

"Can I clean it up later? I'm heading out now."

"No, dude! Clean it up now! You need to wash your dishes too; it's really piling up."

"It's important, I need to leave now."

"Chloe is gonna be here in like ten minutes, please just clean up your shit."

Hell. Gotta make that call. I can't let that girl go there alone. Yuri shut the door, pulling on a long robe over her outfit and taking off anything that would be exposed except for her boots which she didn't want to take the time for. She burst out of the bedroom door, grabbing up all of the trash as quickly as possible.

"Yuri… Is that my robe? Hey. That's my robe. Why are you wearing that?" No response. "Hey!"

She dumped the trash and ran around the room picking up clothes until her arms were full before sprinting back into the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her. Back in the spare room, she dropped her clothes on the floor and pulled the robe back off. "I'll do the dishes later, I have to go!" She called through the door, pulling her mask and hat back on and checking her phone. What's that address?





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The numbing cold of the broken night had followed me in.

After that ordeal, Ethan Crawford couldn't sleep that night for whatever reason, despite the cold chills that snuck its way into his home when he had returned, but then, it wasn't entirely because of what had just happened.

Being different was simply a new thing to Ethan, and that day reminded him that he was different now, try as he might to hide it.

He would have liked to say that the prospect of becoming a superhero meant little to him, but... he couldn't entirely brush aside the small, idealistic, child-like voice inside his head that told him to go for it. Because a long time ago, it was what he wanted.

And thus, as he tried all night to lull himself into unconsciousness, the man made a decision.
Tuesday, May 23rd

Ozone : Catching shoplifters, huh? Well, I suppose superheroes have to start somewhere. We get paid for doing citizen's arrests, right? I'm sure we'll be much more easily accepted if we decide to be Good Samaritans of citizens instead of vigilantes.

Ozone : I'm only half-serious, by the way. If anyone could tell.

Ethan found that communicating through the internet could be annoying at times, what with timing and all.
The lucky thing about Ethan was that technically having a freelance job meant that one could easily decide their own hours. Essentially, when to work, and when not to, and with Ethan not having any clients for his business ever since arriving in Millennium City, there wasn't much to miss in his heroic escapades, as he facetiously referred to them in his head.

Arriving in Garden Square Park, forgoing his trenchcoat (and still overdressing by going out on such a hot day in a white button-up dress shirt and black slacks, complete with a tie as well, as though he felt some need to maintain a certain look to him at the expense of his personal comfort) this time around, he quickly caught sight of Theresa, and the newcomer at the scene as well, Richard.

Well, at least he wasn't the only one walking around in what was essentially a suit (albeit in Ethan's case, without a jacket), but he wondered if that would only make them all stick out more. Like they were the men in black.

What a depressingly humorous thought.

"I bet," Ethan said as he appeared before Richard and Theresa, his blase tone making it somewhat ambiguous as to what exactly he might have been implying, if anything, in response to the other man. With that, the blonde man let out a soft sigh, pocketing his hands as he subconsciously tapped his feet on the ground, "So you live around here, you said?" He proceeded to ask Theresa idly with that.

@Atomyk @thatguyinthestore​
 
Tuesday, May 23rd

Glossover: Dammnit! I'm sorry, guys, I'm not in the country right now. I'm at the Cannes film Festival. You know? I have a film to promote. I'm at dinner with my friend Tony Hopkins and his family. I really wish I could help.

Glossover: Wait. Let me make a phone.

Glossover: He's going to meet who's ever there at the overpass.

Glossover. His names Pete.

Glossover: He's also a cop.

Glossover: Before anyone says anything he's on our side.

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Near Garden Square Park

"Fuck! I should have said no. Shit. This is a bad idea."

Pounding at the wheel as he drove, The Off duty Officer seemed enraged After hang up the phone. Ever since that day in the warehouse, Bella and himself had butted heads. When she walked out, she look beat to hell and slept for like aa day. He had taken the week off to go to France, However Pete didn't go. He just time away from her. Now on his day off, she had the bright idea to send him to help her "new friends. Ugh. The two were just mending fence. God knows what'd happen if he told her no.

Pete Loved Bella to death, but this was dangerous. One, Vigilantism is a crime. Two, these conduits didn't know him, nor would they trust him because he was a cop. Pete loved Bella, but being a conduit? He understood why the other boys and gals in blue were nervous. They aren't trained nor prepared for people with god-like powers.

Driving his Car for a bit, Pete saw the girl that was outside the warehouse that night. Along with another guy in a suit. Pulling over the side of the street, Pete rolled down his window. Looking casual, Pete was wearing Cubs baseball hat. The car was a Jaguar. Really expensive looking. Something a normal cop won't be seen in. Most of cost a pretty penny.

"Before I let you two in, what can both of you do? After you tell me this, we go, stop these guys, and than we can get some lunch, because god knows I didn't have time for breakfast. Alright?"


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Tuesday, May 23rd

Glossover: Dammnit! I'm sorry, guys, I'm not in the country right now. I'm at the Cannes film Festival. You know? I have a film to promote. I'm at dinner with my friend Tony Hopkins and his family. I really wish I could help.

Glossover: Wait. Let me make a phone.

Glossover: He's going to meet who's ever there at the overpass.

Glossover. His names Pete.

Glossover: He's also a cop.

Glossover: Before anyone says anything he's on our side.

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Near Garden Square Park

"Fuck! I should have said no. Shit. This is a bad idea."

Pounding at the wheel as he drove, The Off duty Officer seemed enraged After hang up the phone. Ever since that day in the warehouse, Bella and himself had butted heads. When she walked out, she look beat to hell and slept for like aa day. He had taken the week off to go to France, However Pete didn't go. He just time away from her. Now on his day off, she had the bright idea to send him to help her "new friends. Ugh. The two were just mending fence. God knows what'd happen if he told her no.

Pete Loved Bella to death, but this was dangerous. One, Vigilantism is a crime. Two, these conduits didn't know him, nor would they trust him because he was a cop. Pete loved Bella, but being a conduit? He understood why the other boys and gals in blue were nervous. They aren't trained nor prepared for people with god-like powers.

Driving his Car for a bit, Pete saw the girl that was outside the warehouse that night. Along with another guy in a suit. Pulling over the side of the street, Pete rolled down his window. Looking casual, Pete was wearing Cubs baseball hat. The car was really was Jaguar. Really expensive looking. Something a normal cop won't be seen in.

"Before I let you two in, what can both of you do? After you tell me this, we go, stop these guys, and than we can get some lunch, because god knows I didn't have time for breakfast. Alright?"


@Atomyk @thatguyinthestore​
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Instead of telling the off-duty officer what he was capable of, Richard opted to show him instead. Raising his right palm, a small flame would appear in the center of it, idly sitting there until Richard abruptly put it out by closing said palm.

"That's what l can do, mate. Now let's go catch us some bloody criminals." Richard stated with a grin. Lunch sounded good to him as well, though he didn't say anything because he was a gentleman and he didn't want to impose or anything.

@Josh M @Atomyk @Verite
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Tuesday, May 23rd​


Nichole was walking down the sidewalk eating a bit of ice cream as she walked Midnight around for exercise. She looked around and blinked hearing a commotion near by midnight barking and growling. Nichole petted him and adjusted her backpack walking around the corner narrowing her eyes seeing some suspicious looking characters. "I wonder who they are... " She whispered as she gently shushed midnight walking a bit closer gripping one of her bats tightly. Make sure you keep quiet and get as close as you can to strike. She thought as she walked shushing midnight again getting closer ice covering her bat to make it more effective.

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When the situation involving their group had come to a close, Cynthia parted ways with the group and headed home just as everyone else had. She didn't seem particularly bothered by the event that had happened, but instead she seemed somewhat excited. The blonde could feel her heart skip a beat, thrilled about what was to come. No longer would she be a boring shut-in, but for the first time in her life Cynthia's existence would have meaning.

Still, it wasn't as if her feelings of wanting to stay home had completely vanished. After having spent the whole afternoon out on the streets, Cynthia was more than ready to go back to her home and curl up on the couch in her basement, enjoying some game time. Her fingers even twitched at the thought of holding her PS4 controller. Old habits died hard.

Tuesday, May 23rd

Pixel: Welp, Glossover, you're not the only busy one._

Pixel is Typing...

Pixel: I'm not out of the country or anything, but I'm on an important mission in the Market District. ; )_

Pixel is Typing...

Pixel: A woman has to keep her priorities in order, yes? anyone feel free to poke me if something comes up.

This so called "important mission" Cynthia was busy with happened to be none other than a trip to the area's local electronics store. A new smart phone had been released, and she was one among many of the people standing in a long line ready to purchase one.

The young woman had always been interested in technology of some manner, but her interest only grew when she unlocked her conduit powers. Since her powers digital in a manner of speaking, Cynthia felt it would be in her best interest to learn all she could about any technology she could get her hands on. For all she knew, teaching herself such things would help increase the performance of her abilities, and that was definitely something she wanted now that she had gotten herself involved with that group of other conduits.

And speaking of Cynthia's powers...

They were actually coming in handy for her mission. Instead of standing in line with all of the other individuals waiting to buy their smart phones, Cynthia had a digital proxy--aka a hologram--disguised as a normal person while standing in line for her. Meanwhile, Cynthia sat waiting on a bench nearby, clicking away at a laptop on her lap. Occasionally she would look up, flinching when she would make eye-contact with any passerbys. Today, she didn't appear as confident as she had around the other conduits, but that's because she was relaxing and acting more like her usual self.

@Anyone​
 
"Hm."

Theresa crossed her arms, sizing Richard up. After he arrived at the meeting late the other day, she had nothing to judge him by. She couldn't even tell if he was making a joke, but she wasn't sure if she appreciated his comment either way. "Look, I'm excited to get to work too, but we're not superheroes yet. Make sure you're not jumping into something you don't really... get, you know?"

She looked at him for a moment, but he had no time to respond before Ethan arrived. Theresa felt a bit relieved to see him just for the fact that he had been one of the Conduits to fight Shadowman alongside her. She wanted to think of his question as suspicious, but Daemond had told her it was better if they got to know each other.

"It's actually just on the other side of the overpass," she said, pointing with her thumb. "In McCormick. Uh, it's just, ah... an apartment I rent with my sister. We're not..."

She would have said more, if not for the conspicuous arrival of a fancy looking car. She was confused that he was addressing them at all until she checked her phone and let out an annoyed sound.

Fenix: I was busy for a moment.
Fenix: A cop? Really? You should have asked the group if they were comfortable with that. Can you stop him?

FstGirl: he's here.

Fenix: Wonderful. Let me know how it goes, T.
Fenix: And B? Try to avoid putting too much personal information in these messages. Only we have access, but you never know.​

Theresa thought Bella was cool and all, but this seemed a bit much. What kind of cop was he to just be okay with all this? She gave the dude in the cap a small wave, even as she looked at him with a sour look. "I condense energy at my limbs. Or something like that. Nothing crazy, or does that sound scary to you?"

She didn't really like that he had asked about their powers. Was this guy even a Conduit? Theresa made her way to the car door and leaned against it. "These guys won't be running the streets, you know. The car won't help much. There's a homeless community nearby that I imagine they'll be using for cover if they're not homeless themselves." A part of Theresa hoped the two shoplifters were assholes and not just two guys down on their luck, but she doubted that was the case.

"So, take us for lunch later. I think you'd be better off leaving your car in the park."

With the address Daemond provided, Luciana and Sayuri would have arrived at a small neighborhood with a few unassuming suburban houses lined side-by-side. Two police cars were parked in front of the house at the end of the block that was painted yellow like sunshine. A pair of cop cars were parked on the side of the road outside, with three men in uniform lingering nearby. One had out a radio and was speaking into it, while the other two looked over something held between them. A fourth officer was at the front door of the residence, listening to whatever was happening beyond.

One of the front windows was broken. Glass littered the yard, indicating it had been blown out from the inside.

Fenix: I'm on their frequency. These officers don't seem familiar with the new policies the Millenium City police have put into effect for Conduit incidents. A male called the officers, and when they arrived, the window exploded outward. There was yelling, but now it has been a period of extended silence. The officer is requesting back-up, and the station is evaluating.
Fenix: So, you have time to intervene. Can you get inside the house?

@Jeremi @SoleStride​
 
" Oi, Barney. Your shift's up. Move your shit over for me, kay?"

Arnold gave a roll of his eyes, as he hoisted his rucksack on his back, leaving the seat open for the new part-time employee to switch out with him. Gregory Peck was one of those college kids in Millennium City University - smart on how to best ace a test but all shit on the real test of your inner aptitude- life. Arnold dropped the keys into Gregory's daintily before leaving the shop. Before he could step out the sliding door, though, someone's hand stopped him by the shoulder. It was the owner of the convenience store he worked in. Mr Pollack. The old man spoke in a dry voice towards Arnold, like sandpaper across concrete.

" Hey, Arnie. You 'kay? You don't look all that tip-top to me today."

Arnold shifted his bag awkwardly, while trying to make an excuse.

" Well, you see, Mr Pollack-"

Pollack shoved a ticket in his hands without any complaint. Arnold looked at it and was genuinely surprised. A ticket to a basketball match that was happening in Millenium City Stadium. Tomorrow night. Pollack shoved his finger into Arnold's chest, as if trying to remind him of the reality of the situation.

" Now, understand. This is only because you've been the one of the hardest working employee I've ever seen in my shop. Not the best. Also, I hate basketball. Can't stand those new-fangled bouncy ball things-"

Arnold interrupted Pollack as he clasped his arthiritis-ridden hand with his own two, shaking him with gratitude, before saluting back towards the old man with a smile.

" Great. Thanks! I'll be sure to do you good, Mr Pollack!"

The plastic doors closed behind him as the full blast of the Milleneum City Morning hit his face. Arnold was left with wondering what to do next before his stomach grumbled. A wince came across his face as he clutched his belly. Right. Food. Arnold's mouth moistened at the thought of a steak cheese sandwich in his mouth before a buzz interrupted him again. It wasn't his stomach this time. It was his phone.

Arnold gave a mumble of annoyance, wondering who could be calling him this time as he raised the receiver of the phone to his lips. It was the voice of a peppy, woman who sounded like she belonged in a 80s tv show soap opera.

" Hello, Mr Lewis. How are you this fine day?"

Too peppy. He replied back with a snarky tone.

" Great. Now, why did you call me? Are you one of those snake-oil salesmen?"

" Oh, noooo. You see, Mr Lewis, me and a few other people like you have developed some interest in your abilities as a glass-mason-"

Shit. How did they know?! Arnold stayed silent throughout the one-sided conversation, his knuckles white with tension, as he stared distantly into the horizon, his mind blank.

" -We are willing to pay you an exorbitant amount of money to use your abilities for us. Hal Foreman was one of our initial candidates for our project but we understand, with you as his protege, we believe we can put your skills to practical use."

He still stayed silent. The woman in the phone gave a deep, dramatic sign and spoke once more. Arnold was now noticing the strain on her voice, as if something was holding her back. It was artificial, faked. She was like a puppet.

" I'll take your silence as a 'yes'. Simply put, come to Abernathy District, on the abandoned apartment, tomorrow night, 8 PM sharp. Complimentary food and drinks will be provided. The entrance will be marked with a noose. Oh, and we would prefer to keep this a confidential meeting. You are to come alone. We think it would be a more solid indicator of your skills as a individual, wouldn't it be?...

We hope to see you soon, Mr Lewis. "

Silence. He could imagine the woman giving a pout over his lack of communication as she gave a final gesture of good-bye. He offed his phone slowly before he immediately opened the window to the private channel between him and the rest of the group.

Today was just special.

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(11:30:20) Glass-Mason: Someone knows who I am.
(11:30:45) Glass-Mason: I am shitting you not. They want to meet with me, tomorrow night, 8 PM, somewhere in Millennium City.
(11: 31: 20) Glass-Mason: Any advice before I begin to break down and go into a fetal position?

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"Hm."

Theresa crossed her arms, sizing Richard up. After he arrived at the meeting late the other day, she had nothing to judge him by. She couldn't even tell if he was making a joke, but she wasn't sure if she appreciated his comment either way. "Look, I'm excited to get to work too, but we're not superheroes yet. Make sure you're not jumping into something you don't really... get, you know?"

She looked at him for a moment, but he had no time to respond before Ethan arrived. Theresa felt a bit relieved to see him just for the fact that he had been one of the Conduits to fight Shadowman alongside her. She wanted to think of his question as suspicious, but Daemond had told her it was better if they got to know each other.

"It's actually just on the other side of the overpass," she said, pointing with her thumb. "In McCormick. Uh, it's just, ah... an apartment I rent with my sister. We're not..."

She would have said more, if not for the conspicuous arrival of a fancy looking car. She was confused that he was addressing them at all until she checked her phone and let out an annoyed sound.

Fenix: I was busy for a moment.
Fenix: A cop? Really? You should have asked the group if they were comfortable with that. Can you stop him?

FstGirl: he's here.

Fenix: Wonderful. Let me know how it goes, T.
Fenix: And B? Try to avoid putting too much personal information in these messages. Only we have access, but you never know.​

Theresa thought Bella was cool and all, but this seemed a bit much. What kind of cop was he to just be okay with all this? She gave the dude in the cap a small wave, even as she looked at him with a sour look. "I condense energy at my limbs. Or something like that. Nothing crazy, or does that sound scary to you?"

She didn't really like that he had asked about their powers. Was this guy even a Conduit? Theresa made her way to the car door and leaned against it. "These guys won't be running the streets, you know. The car won't help much. There's a homeless community nearby that I imagine they'll be using for cover if they're not homeless themselves." A part of Theresa hoped the two shoplifters were assholes and not just two guys down on their luck, but she doubted that was the case.

"So, take us for lunch later. I think you'd be better off leaving your car in the park."

With the address Daemond provided, Luciana and Sayuri would have arrived at a small neighborhood with a few unassuming suburban houses lined side-by-side. Two police cars were parked in front of the house at the end of the block that was painted yellow like sunshine. A pair of cop cars were parked on the side of the road outside, with three men in uniform lingering nearby. One had out a radio and was speaking into it, while the other two looked over something held between them. A fourth officer was at the front door of the residence, listening to whatever was happening beyond.

One of the front windows was broken. Glass littered the yard, indicating it had been blown out from the inside.

Fenix: I'm on their frequency. These officers don't seem familiar with the new policies the Millenium City police have put into effect for Conduit incidents. A male called the officers, and when they arrived, the window exploded outward. There was yelling, but now it has been a period of extended silence. The officer is requesting back-up, and the station is evaluating.
Fenix: So, you have time to intervene. Can you get inside the house?

@Jeremi @SoleStride​
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Luciana had the mask over her head when she arrived at the scene. They did mention not to be identified after all. Her phone vibrated and took it up and read the contents. Then she looked over the area before she started typing up a response.

Vivisection: A lot of cops around. Can't say I've tried to sneak into a place before.
Vivisection: There a back door or something?

She looked up from the phone and towards Sayuri. "You ever broken into a house before?"​

@SoleStride @Atomyk
 
There was a new policy for Conduit incidents? Sayuri looked up from her phone to peek at the policemen and women from a distance. The moment she had the address, she had appeared in the street and then instantly moved over behind some trees to wait. After taking in the scene, she figured either the actual dispute had been resolved, or it had gotten much, much worse. The silence was off-putting to say the least.


She didn't bother answering Vivisection's question online and responded simply herself to answer 'Fenix'.

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"Not stealthily, I haven't. But we don't have to break in." The woman tucked her phone into her pocket and pulled her tube mask up over her nose, fixing the hat firmly on her head. "You're Vivi then?" She asked Vivisection casually, leaning down to make sure the knife in her boot was held tightly in place. "I'm Yuri. Just don't call me that when we're doing this stuff." Yuri reached over to grab Luciana's arm, gripping her forearm if she allowed it or just didn't see it coming, and would pull the girl right up against her. "Be quiet once were inside."


A portal would rip open right behind Sayuri, sucking her right into it like a black hole. They were pushed unceremoniously, but quietly, into a small, dark room. Were these… coats? Jackets, boots… They were in a closet. Cramped together, Sayuri forced her portal closed as silently as possibly, focusing on it with all her might to make it so. Releasing her cohort, Yuri placed her hands on the dark walls around them and ran them until she came in contact with metal – a doorknob – which she slowly turned. The door came open silently, while she thanked whomever that it was either new or the hinges were just well-oiled. With one eye peering through the crack, she reported back to Vivisection what she saw.


"Hallway. Empty. Hushed voices ahead and to the… left, I think. Kind of looks like it might be a kitchen. One male, one female. Chick sounds like she's crying maybe?" She pulled the door closed slowly and without a sound, turning back to Luciana. "I really only planned to be your backup. Do you have a plan or should we go in guns blazing?"

@Jeremi @Atomyk
 
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There was a new policy for Conduit incidents? Sayuri looked up from her phone to peek at the policemen and women from a distance. The moment she had the address, she had appeared in the street and then instantly moved over behind some trees to wait. After taking in the scene, she figured either the actual dispute had been resolved, or it had gotten much, much worse. The silence was off-putting to say the least.


She didn't bother answering Vivisection's question online and responded simply herself to answer 'Fenix'.

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"Not stealthily, I haven't. But we don't have to break in." The woman tucked her phone into her pocket and pulled her tube mask up over her nose, fixing the hat firmly on her head. "You're Vivi then?" She asked Vivisection casually, leaning down to make sure the knife in her boot was held tightly in place. "I'm Yuri. Just don't call me that when we're doing this stuff." Yuri reached over to grab Luciana's arm, gripping her forearm if she allowed it or just didn't see it coming, and would pull the girl right up against her. "Be quiet once were inside."


A portal would rip open right behind Sayuri, sucking her right into it like a black hole. They were pushed unceremoniously, but quietly, into a small, dark room. Were these… coats? Jackets, boots… They were in a closet. Cramped together, Sayuri forced her portal closed as silently as possibly, focusing on it with all her might to make it so. Releasing her cohort, Yuri placed her hands on the dark walls around them and ran them until she came in contact with metal – a doorknob – which she slowly turned. The door came open silently, while she thanked whomever that it was either new or the hinges were just well-oiled. With one eye peering through the crack, she reported back to Vivisection what she saw.


"Hallway. Empty. Hushed voices ahead and to the… left, I think. Kind of looks like it might be a kitchen. One male, one female. Chick sounds like she's crying maybe?" She pulled the door closed slowly and without a sound, turning back to Luciana. "I really only planned to be your backup. Do you have a plan or should we go in guns blazing?"

@Jeremi @Atomyk
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"Vivisection." Luciana spelled out. "If I wanted to use cute nicknames I'd been Skullcandy05 or whatever." Then suddenly Sayuri grabbed her hand. "What are y-" She didn't even have time to scream as they were dragged into the black hole and into the house.

"Bitch what's wrong with you!" Luciana responded in a hushed tone but the anger in her voice was evident. "Next time you do something like that. you ask, okay chica?" Okay...calm down. Situation in progress. With a heavy sigh she just shrugged. "I got bone knives not like I can do anything else other than guns blazing."

@Atomyk @SoleStride
 
I am the lord of the harvest.

"I'm Jyestha, god of misfortune, and I warp probability to my liking," Ethan said in response to Pete, who seemed to forget that he was even there. It was a bold-faced lie, but bold enough to demonstrate that the blonde man had little intention of actually disclosing his power, and there was little that could be done about it. Don't ask and don't tell.

The private eye said little more than that, simply pocketing his hands with that and letting Theresa do most of the talking if there was any further need. It wasn't that Ethan didn't trust cops; after all, some people would even consider him to be a cop if they knew his occupation, but though all may be fair in love and war, the same couldn't be said for the concept of tolerance. He let out a small breath, tapping his foot against the ground as his pocketed hand fiddled with the lighter tucked inside.

@Atomyk @thatguyinthestore @Josh M​
 
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Arnold didn't have to wait long before Daemond had something to say.

Fenix: I suppose it's ultimately up to you what you do.
Fenix: However, this might involve us as well, so it's in all our best interest to comply to some degree. I assume they want to meet alone? Perhaps one of us should secretly watch your back.
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Theresa replied a few minutes later.

FstGirl: i can't, sorry.
FstGirl: or i don't know, i'll get back to you on that.

Fenix: And, obviously, if I'm seen with you, it would be a problem. What do you think?

@Borkasu Lazer

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From the hallway outside the closet, the living room with the broken window was visible from one end of the hall. Nearby was the kitchen, where hushed arguing could be heard. A female could be heard, crying, but something in her voice suggested something about this situation was off. Both were talking deliberately quiet, but a snippet of the argument could be heard from the hall.

"It was an accident," said the male.

"Bullshit," the girl responded, but not very angrily. She just sounded upset.

If Sayuri and Luciana were so bold to enter, or just tried to spy on them, they would find a couple in their late twenties, the female threatening the male with a kitchen knife. She was crying while the male looked red and flustered. Neither looked to be injured, so it was not yet clear what had occurred.
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"Skullcandy? are you thirteen?" Sayuri shook her head, shaking off Luciana's explanation. She apparently did not like being taken by surprise. Or was it the portal-jumping that bothered her? "Never taken anyone through one of those before. Did it make you sick?" She was truly curious. "Or just irritable?" For the comeback. She waved back at the girl, Vivisection as she called herself, waving her off. "I'll ask next time. I like guns blazing. But…" She waved back at the girl again, trying to signal her to shut up so Yuri could hear. Putting her ear toward the small crack in the door, Sayuri listened closely.


She mouthed the words as she heard them, but it sounded like she wasn't getting it all. "Well…" Sayuri pushed the door open slowly, not bothering to consult with her partner about her plan. Instead, the woman inched forward, her combat boots near silent as she slowly padded down the hall, meticulously putting her feet down every time there was a loud voice or a sound to mask her movements more. When she got close enough to the kitchen, she listened even harder, leaning over just barely enough to see around the door frame. Tough situation. Nothing is ever what it seems, huh. She waved behind her, waving for Vivisection to follow, before unclipping her gun holster gently and sliding the weapon from its casing and holding it low and at the ready. She glanced back at Vivisection, jerking her head in her own direction to once again try to motion for the woman to join her. Widening her eyes and gesturing her head toward the kitchen.




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"Hey. Hey, you there."

Nichole could hear a male voice from somewhere above her, talking in a hushed tone. He sounded even and calm. If she looked, she'd see a guy with a buzz cut decked out in denim standing casually on the side of the wall as if it was the ground. He sported a jean jacket over a gray plain undershirt and wore a pair of jeans. He brought a finger to his lips as a way of telling Nichole to be quiet.

"Seems to be a group of people doing a little roughhousing over there," he said, pointing further along. It wasn't so much an alley as it was an out-of-the-way parking lot. A couple of the stores nearby got supplies from their back entrances here. It wasn't quite late, but the weather had turned a bit cloudy, bathing the area in a gray haze. "I'd run along now unless you want to get into trouble. Nice dog, by the way."

What Cynthia wouldn't have noticed at first was a woman in the line occasionally turning and giving her a suspicious look. She looked rather unassuming and plain. Not a woman someone would probably look twice at. She wore her hair short, but otherwise, she was just like anyone else in line.

What Cynthia would notice was the presence of someone intruding on her laptop. Someone was trying to interface with the device in an attempt to send Cynthia an instant message. It wasn't a hardcore assault, for it felt more akin to someone testing to see what they could do or how far they could get. All they really wanted to tell Cynthia was, 'Hi.'

"What's the knife going to do, really?" asked the man. He sounded and looked like he was pleading. "Lee, you need to understand this is new to me too. I-I... I didn't know how to..."

The woman sidled back against the counter, standing a bit straighter now. She lowered the knife a bit, perhaps heeding the man's question about how effective it really was. "That's exactly the goddamn point. You almost killed me. The window, you-- Fuck, David! The police are outside! Look at what you've done. I don't trust you... I can't trust you."

There was a long, tense moment. A new police siren could be heard in the distance. The man, David, took a step forward. "Stop, just put it down and we can explain to them the situation."

"I don't want to. I want you to go away. I want them to take you away because you're dangerous." The woman reached down, rubbing her right leg as if it was hurt. "Please..." Fresh tears ran down the woman's face. "I'm sorry. Go."

"No! I... I can control it. Watch me." The man lifted a hand, aiming for the cupboard above the kitchen counter to the left of the woman. He pressed his palm forward slightly, and the cupboard exploded outward, sending pots and pans flying across the kitchen. The woman screamed, and David cursed as if that had been an unintentional action.

 
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